"L-Lily?"

For a moment, you simply stand there in a mix of fear and awe, struggling to process what you're seeing. The giantess looming over your neighborhood is none other than your high school's biggest, meanest, smelliest bully: "Toxic" Lily. If her signature leather jacket, ripped leather pants, white tank top, and purple side ponytail didn't tip you off, the unmistakable scar across her nose confirms it.

When your eyes meet, the 19-year-old giantess smiles. Then, she hunches down and sticks her colossal butt out in your direction. "That's Toxic Lily, to you."

BBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

A thunderous, five-second fart explodes out of the giant girl's ass, rippling out over the surrounding area like a hurricane of stink. The force of the blast is enough to shatter windows and trigger car alarms for blocks around—and knock you straight off your feet. A second later, the smell is everywhere.

You've been exposed to more than your fair share of Lily's farts over the years, and they've never been good, but this is far and away the worst thing you've ever smelled in your entire life. At this size, the sheer godlike power of her digestive system is enough to make you dizzy. Watching you trying to shake off the effects of her gas, the giantess laughs.

"'Sup, fart breath," she says, standing up and taking a few more steps forward, crushing several houses under her colossal bare feet. "Thought you lived around here."

Your first instinct is to run, although you know that's no use. Seeing your high school bully effortlessly carving a path of destruction toward your house and noticing the trail of smoking wreckage in the distance behind her, you find yourself thinking back to all the trending topics on Twitter—especially the phrase “walking W.M.D.” At normal size, Lily was already a force of nature, capable of beating up anyone else at your school and subjecting them to her perpetually-devastating farts. Now, she's something else entirely.

When she finally comes to a stop, the size disparity between the two of you is more apparent than ever. Her feet are several times the size of any car on your street, each of her breasts is twice the size of your house, and her butt looks like it could flatten you and several of your surrounding neighbors with room to spare. She’s always been one of the curvier girls at your school, but her growth spurt seems to have added a lot of extra weight to her frame in all the right places.

"Like what you see?"

Looking up at Lily, you realize that she's caught you staring at her chest. From considerable experience, you know this is one of the easiest ways to end up with a face full of her ass—and based on how bad her last fart was, you're not sure you can survive another. "What? N-no! I just..."

"Relax," says Lily, sharp teeth flashing in the sun. "I get it. I'd be checking me out right now, too."

As she raises her arms over her head for an exaggerated stretch, it's almost impossible to avoid getting another clear look at her immense boobs. Her whole outfit seems to be getting pushed to its absolute limits, as evidenced by several large tears in her jacket and pants. Even her tank top has a noticeable hole in the middle, revealing a generous amount of her cleavage.

Finding your voice is difficult, but somehow, you manage. It turns out that it's a lot easier to stand up for yourself around Lily when she's not forty times your size. "H-how did you get so..."

"Big?" Lily shrugs. "I dunno. Just kinda woke up like this. Cool, huh?"

"Cool" isn't exactly the word you'd choose, but you know that's not the answer she's looking for. With no idea what the worst-case scenario of this situation looks like, you decide to play it safe with a simple nod.

“Anyway,” she says. “I bet you're wondering why I'm here."

You are—although knowing your high school bully, you're pretty sure the answer isn't anything good.

"I, uh... y-yeah? Sort of..."


“Well..." She flashes another sharp-toothed grin.