Posted by Anarcy
on 6/28/2009, 10:06 am
I find it hard to pinpoint a form I find best for me. At times I enjoy being just large enough to see the little humans that bang their fists on my toes and beg me to stop romping around with whatever giantess I have found to play with. Still other times I prefer to cup the Earth in my hand and think about the sheer power I hold. Of course, on the rare occasion that I find a woman of my standing, I endulge in being able to achieve my true height, using the universe to rub down her infinite breasts.
One size I hate taking is that of human size, but in my dealings I have found it necessary to do this.
Yes, I am a trickster. I enjoy teaching people lessons and punishing humans. But I also seek out those worthy of becoming like us, gifting them with size and power...and if they are opened minded, gaining a new female to consort with.
Thus, I have assumed many human forms when needed, leaving behind Anarchy, the titan-god to whom the universe is but a speck. One such event occurred many years ago, in the Arabian desert.
I had told you before that, to my annoyance, some of the dealings I had performed had been retold by the humans, altered though and their true stories lost. This is one of those stories, if the little human I found and forced to teach me about current human myth was not lying to me.
He told me of the story of a street rat named Aladdin, how he won the heart of a princess with the aid of a genie and blah blah blah.
Other than a few names, the humans ruined a much better story.
Yes, there was a princess named Jasmine. But she was not the kind hearted creature I am told she was in the human tellings. The Princess Jasmine I encountered was a greedy little b###h, spoiled and demanding, feeling that the world was hers and hers alone. Had she been a giantess, she would have been one who'd spend her days torturing humans, eatting them and crushing their cities, amassing wealth and waging war on any she felt could become bigger than her.
For the luck of the world though, she was human, a...I guess mildly attractive thing, if you like tiny breasts and a slight frame.
I had come to the city in the guise of a peddler of mystic items. Most were of no value, but you tell a human that a tiger's tooth will give them staying power in bed and they are giving you gold coins. I cared less for the cash, but I took it anyway. I would use it later, if needed, to ply a comely lady to me.
I was on the search for a new playmate, a human girl worth to bring to size. Many giantesses, before they all began to journey to other worlds and dimensions, could be traced to me desiring a new playmate. Oh, I could be loyal, stay with the same one for years, but in the end we both would always want to go explore, find new conquests, and swear to meet again. Perhaps it is different in this time now, perhaps not.
It was during the afternoon of my second month there that I was visited by Princess Jasmine, her royal guards surrounding her and running off my other customers. A shame...there was this lovely tavern lass, with breasts the size of grapefruit...
I digress.
PRincess Jasmine spent several minutes looking over my silks and jars before she asked to speak with me in private. I agreed, interested in what she might have to say. I felt no fear from her...should she try anything I would simply grow large enough to crush the city under my little toe and be done with it.
Entering my tent, the princess sat down upon a silken pillow, looking down at me regally as I took to the floor.
"You have a chance to aid your Princess."
She didn't come for my help. No, in her mind she was allowing me a favor by letting me help her.
"What can I do for you?"
Princess Jasmine sighed. "I have been wronged, peddler, horribly wronged, twice now." I raised my eyebrow at that. "My father longs for me to marry, but I have not found a prince worth of me. My father refuses to do more to find one, so I have began to do my part to shame you. I have no doubt you have heard the tales."
I nodded. "That you have taken commoners to your bed...I assumed rumors."
"All true. I have found the lowest of the low, the dirty animals they are, and allowed them to sully my regal, pure body. I have screamed at the top of my lungs as they pleasured me, so that my father can hear and know that he as allowed his daughter to debase herself for his refusal to find me a man worthy to marry me."
I leaned back, forcing myself not to laugh at her haughty tone. "I assume there is more to this story?"
"But of course." The Princess stated. "A months back, I discovered the perfect man to shame my father with. A thief, a street rat named Aladdin. A barefoot, dirty animal, a beast in bed and willing to do anything to please his highness.
"For several months I allowed him to come to my room, to pleasure me, then sent him on his way. I even tried to get him to steal in front of my father, but he refused. That should have been my first warning. 3 weeks ago, after a bout of rough sex, he told me that he was falling in love with me. It made my skin crawl. A filthy animal like him, daring to love a pure, chaste princess? Hidious, terrible...why, I sent him away that moment and bared him from the palace, making it clear if my guards ever saw him, he would be killed for daring to love me!"
My annoyance was growing with this princess. As my name implies, I am not one to like kings and queens, preferring all beings to live more wild...more like the animal. To focus on their needs, food and sleep and sex, than on trivial matters.
"That was the first offense...who has harmed you a second time?" I asked, trying not to sneer.
"Aladdin was heartbroken, as well as he should have been, and I awaited word that he would commit suicide, unable to deal with my rejection and his shame. But this was not the case! Tell me, have you heard of the dancer, Sadira?"
I had. Sadira was a fine human specimin, if a bit plain for my tastes. Small breasts, wild hair, large, beautiful eyes...she was known for dancing in the streets, to earn coins for food. I had considered a month ago selecting her to be my new companion, until she disappeared.
"Sadira leared of Aladdin's pain, and she dared to comfort him, to tell him that I was wrong. ME, Princess Jasmine, ruler of the desert, was WRONG! She told Aladdin that he should not feel shame for his feelings, that it was I that was wrong!" Jasmine grit her teeth. "That dirty little animal said that they were better than ME!" She pointed a finger at me, and I wanted so bad to find myself towering over her and snapping her like a twig. "I had them both imprisoned, and I have been thinking of the proper punishment...and I believe that is where you can serve me."
I nodded, seeing a chance for mischief forming. "How is that, Princess Jasmine?"
"You sell potions, spells, that will do all sorts of things. I want to cast a spell on those two, a punishment for daring to think they are better than me."
"What did you have in mind?"
Princess Jasmine smiled cruely. "I want all in this city to see them, to notice them. Aladdin and Sadira are filthy animals, primative creatures when compared to me, and I want all to see it. I want every man, woman and child to witness them as the dirty, wild beasts that they are."
I tried to stifle my grin. "Oh...I have just the thing." I stated, selecting two bottles. I handed them to the Princess, bowing as I did so. "The first will unleash their more primal side. The second will make it so all will see them in such as state...that they will be the focus of attention. Give them these, then release them into the city. Each day, the spells will do more, grow all the more powerful...until you get exactly what you deserve."
The Princess thanks me, paying me nothing (for to serve her was payment enough) and went on her way. I began to pack up my things, planning to retreat to the desert and assume a larger form.
Things were about to get interesting in the city, and I wanted to be ready for the next step.
My apoligizes that there isn't anything in the way of growth or giants in this beginning, but I beg you to continue listening...