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The Biggest Guest Star Ever

There had been a lot of rumours online for months about a special guest attending this year’s GiantessCon. Speculation on the con’s Discord server and other size sites was rampant leading up to the show, the biggest in the con’s history. Advance ticket sales were through the roof. The organisers, however, had a problem, and the problem was that, despite all the speculation, there was no special guest planned. 

Getting a giantess to attend in person was difficult from a logistics standpoint and would put serious strain on the organiser’s finances. They tried to dampen expectations, but the harder the organisers insisted they didn’t have anything special planned, the more it seemed to heighten enthusiasm. 

Eventually, a few tentative feelers were discreetly issued. In most cases, they never heard back from the giantesses they contacted or their agents. As time ticked away, the question was even briefly raised of cancelling GiantessCon altogether. It had been one thing to organise the event in a world where humans couldn’t grow, but that world no longer existed. Growth Day had changed everything. Giantesses were real now. They were people you could talk to, people with their own emotions and desires, people who could step on you, usually for a price. 

No one involved in making GiantessCon happen could believe their luck. Their dream, their fantasy, their kink had been made real. In some ways, it was the best day of their lives. In others, it was the idea that had appealed to them and the actual reality of living in a world with enormous women didn’t quite match up to the image that had been in their heads. Either way, they had to adjust to the new way the world worked and so did everyone else. 

Even before the latest round of speculation, GiantessCon had exploded in popularity in the years since Growth Day, requiring larger venues as more and more people sought out like-minded giantess fans, and admitting to having growth-related fantasies became far more widespread among the general populace. They had invited a few Amazon-scale giantesses, and some had attended, but every year the organisers were asked when they would see bigger guest stars, and now it had led to this. 

A week before the con was due to start, they got an email that answered their prayers. There was some suspicion at first, but it was genuine. A bigger guest (in more ways than one) was willing to come and was even willing to waive her fee. The final preparations were made; the con began. Thousands of people turned up and attended panels and photoshoots and cosplay contests, but then it was time for the main event at the end of the first day. 

Attendees filed into the auditorium. The doors were closed; the lights were dimmed. An excited murmur ran through the crowd. The whole room seemed to shake. For a moment there was silence. Then the auditorium erupted. Taylor Swift herself was sitting on stage. It couldn’t have worked out better for GiantessCon, the organisers just couldn’t believe Taylor had agreed to come. 

Taylor smiled as she looked around the auditorium, her hand reaching up to touch the ceiling, drawing more cheers from the crowd. “Who wants to get stepped on first?” she asked. 

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[lildzeddo]

The titanic finger descended, its owner bemusedly intending to give the tiny an affectionate poke. The giant was surprised when the little guy grabbed the finger with both hands, desperate for the giant’s affections. The tiny looked on with questioning eyes, his expression begging for permission.

“KISS,” the giant relented, his voice gentle but booming. The tiny, eager to please, went to work - he kissed and licked the finger, losing himself in the task. He hadn’t even noticed that he was running out of breath until the gentle finger lifted, lightly dripping with the tiny’s own kisses.

“GOOD TOY.”

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When You’ve Got to Crush a City at 7 but There’s a Gala at 8

Dua and Zendaya posed on the red carpet outside the museum where the fancy gala was being held. The gala was for charity; they had both donated generously, but it was, by and large, an excuse for the rich and famous to mingle and show off their tailor-made outfits that cost more than some people earned in a year. The cameras flashed as dozens of photographers snapped their photos. It was only when they walked away that an usher noticed a trail of little smudges along the carpet where they’d walked. The smudges looked like nothing more than dirt. Maybe they’d stepped in some mud getting out of the car. The usher never could have expected the truth. 

An hour before the gala, the two celebrities had been in another world entirely. “God, it’s even smaller than I was expecting,” Zendaya laughed and inched her shoe forward. The slightest touch was enough to bring the tallest building in the city crumbling to the ground in a sea of rubble and dust. 

“I told you you’d enjoy it,” Dua grinned as she watched the act of casual destruction unfold. Celebrities didn’t do drugs anymore. This was all the rage: going to tiny worlds and doing whatever they wanted while they were there with no repercussions. Many of the millionaires and billionaires who had access to the portal technology that allowed them to travel to other universes vented their frustrations with fans, publicists, paparazzi, and the media at large on the tiny inhabitants of helpless cities that usually tried to fight back but couldn’t actually do anything to stop them. Sometimes, there was no excuse other than ‘because they could’.

The two of them sat down at their table inside the gala. They were surrounded by people of culture, taste, and money. Dua and Zendaya had both heard plenty of rumours about the people at their tables and those around them. They both knew things that would destroy whole careers. “I wonder how many people here have gone… off world,” Zendaya whispered. “My bet?” Dua replied, “Nearly all of them.”

Dua raised her foot and pressed it down on the centre of the minuscule city’s central business district. Dozens of skyscrapers and hundreds of other structures were instantly reduced to rubble. It was impossible to tell how many people had died, but tens of thousands easily. “Do you ever feel guilty about doing all this stuff?” Zendaya asked. “Never,” Dua laughed and dragged her foot over the ruins. “They’re barely ants. Even if you squint, you can’t see them, so why feel guilty?” 

On stage, a comedian was telling jokes. “I know Taylor does it,” Dua said. “And Sabrina. Ariana too. They’re all in on it. It’s why there have been so many giantess-themed music videos lately.” The people around them laughed. “I feel like I’ve been missing out on so much,” Zendaya replied, “but I’m going to make up for it now.” “How many worlds have you ordered?” Dua asked. “A dozen,” Zendaya grinned. 

The two giantesses razed much of the city to the ground, leaving nothing but detritus and dirt in their wake before disappearing just as quickly as they had come, leaving a world to mourn, but they had more important things to do; they had a gala to get to. 

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You was right it was a shortcut going thru the tiny district. I mean I know it freaks them the fuck out and we might step on a few, but what are the bugs going to do about it.

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Sydney’s Summer Size Shenanigans - Part Two 

Sydney had changed the rules when she grew for a second time, and no one could say why. For as long as anyone could remember, a random woman somewhere in the world grew once a year and stayed that way until they shrank back down when their time was over. But Sydney’s year hadn’t ended with her shrinking back down to normal height and picking up her life exactly where she had left it. Instead, she had grown even larger. 

There was a lot of speculation about what this meant; about why it was happening now, if Sydney would continue to grow with each passing year, and why her and not any of the other hundreds of women across history. For Sydney herself, her second growth spurt had been inconvenient to say the least. It meant she had had to cancel her trip around the Mediterranean with her friends as the yacht they’d hired wasn’t nearly big enough to transport her. It also meant that all of the projects she had had to put on hold as a result of her first growth spurt were still in limbo. 

There were movies she was eager to appear in. TV shows with great scripts and strong casts that she had been keen to join. There was a universal expectation that a giantess couldn’t be blamed for financial loss accrued as a result of her growth and couldn’t be held responsible for any damage they did cause after growing. They just got to enjoy themselves and do whatever they wanted before returning to normal. 

But after Sydney’s second growth spurt, she resolved to shake things up. She wouldn’t go back to just idling along for a year doing nothing. After the initial furore that accompanied her surge to even greater heights had dissipated, she announced quite calmly that she was going to go ahead with every project she had already signed on for. The first was a film being made in Cape Town, South Africa. 

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t fit inside any of the indoor sets anymore. It didn’t matter that she could barely see her fellow cast members. Her phone had grown with her, and she could still rehearse her lines and memorise them. The rest of the production had to accommodate her changed reality; it was as simple as that as far as Sydney was concerned. 

There were plenty of frantic phone calls between her agent and the studio, and then between the studio and the South African government. But the simple fact was, when a giantess wanted something, she tended to get it. The first movie with a giantess appearing in a major role was certain to spark interest, and the parties involved came to the conclusion that there was enough money on the table to justify any possible damage Sydney might inflict during the production on the city, the crew, or the cast. 

A large cargo ship was hired especially to bring Sydney from Italy to Cape Town. Soon, she loomed over Table Mountain, looking down on the city below. She had the acting bug and wasn’t going to let it go or let it grow rustier than it already was after a year of absence from the industry. “Well,” she demanded, her fingers pressing down on the mountain ominously, “what are we waiting for?”