IF WISHES WERE GIANTESSES
By Paul Bunyan

     It was early morning and Greg was trying his best to stay asleep,
but events were transpiring against it!  For one thing, he was on the
very edge of the bed even though he never rolled there in his sleep, not
on any previous night of his life, anyway!  Also, the mattress seemed to
be sunken down in the center so much that he should have been sliding
toward the center except that something was pressed against him,
preventing it!  Even with his eyes closed, he sensed something large and
warm in the middle of the bed.  Greg opened his eyes and found himself
looking into the eyes of a giantess!  She smiled and said, "Good
morning, Gregy-poo!  Sleep well?""Wh- What?" he mumbled.
He rubbed his eyes to clear them of this obvious apparition.  But, when
he opened them again, she was still there!
"I'll bet you're wondering what's going on?" she laughed.  "It's very
simple.  You're wish has come true!"
     Greg didn't know what to say.  To begin with, this woman was
unbelievably beautiful.  She had really big brown eyes and long black
hair that reached her hips.  She had a dark complexion and
heart-meltingly pouting lips.  She was slim but had nice, firm breasts,
a small waist in proportion and wide hips and buttocks that he could
barely take his eyes off of long enough to admire her long, slim legs.
As for her height and overall body size, tall and big didn't even begin
to describe it!  Her head was even with his head at the top of the bed.
However, his feet were parallel with her hips, which were barely on the
bed, and her legs were completely off the bed, stretching across the
room to the far wall.  She had to be twelve feet tall!
     "You, uh, said my wish had come true?" Greg stammered.
"Yep!" she said.  "First of all, call me Christina!""Okay!" he said.
She brought her face close to his and said, "Do you know why you should
call me Christina?""Er, no!  Why?"
She tweeked his cheeks with her large fingers and said, "Because, my
silly little man, it's my name!  Do you know why it's my name?"
She was speaking to him as one might speak to a small child.
"Er, no!" he admitted."Because it's your favorite name for a woman!"
He looked confused.  "Ah, I see it's just too much for the poor little
man's mind to completely comprehend!  But, subconsciously, you do
understand.  You see, sweety, you are a metahuman- a super being!  But
you have a very unusual power.  You have the power to make your greatest
fantasy come true- and here I am!  Better yet, I'm here to stay, just
like you wanted!"     Greg was finally waking up.
"Now, wait a minute!" he mumbled.  "You say that I'm a metahuman?  But
what does that have to do with you?"
Christina suddenly rolled to a kneeling position on the bed.  Greg found
the movement both erotic and startling.  She then threw one leg over him
so that she was straddling his stomach.  With her incredible size, she
was actually sitting on his stomach, his groin and his upper legs.  He
felt his penis hardening at this intimate contact but it was held down
by her weight.  Her knees were higher than his shoulders on either
side.  Her move had surprised him and his arms were trapped against his
sides.  She looked down at him.  Even sitting on him, her face was six
feet above him.
"Now!" she said.  "Let's go over this again.  You are a metahuman- a
super being!  You have manifested the power to bring your greatest
fantasy to life- and that's me!  The metahuman energy in your body was
used to create me!  Now, I'm here and I'm exactly what you really want
me to be- deep down!  You've always had secret Giantess fantasies and
I'm the culmination of all of them!"
"So," Greg said, "you mean that you're a giantess like that 'Big Sister'
girl who joined the Femme Fatales a couple of years ago?"
"Oh, I can grow even bigger than I am now if that's what you mean, but
I'm not the metahuman here!  You are!  I'm a creation of your 
imagination!"
"Then you're not real!" Greg said.Christina looked genuinely hurt.
"Is a child not real just because it was created by its parents?" she
said.  "I'm totally real!"
"But your, ah, not under my control?"
She gave him a grin that showed how much she was enjoying herself.
"Oh, no!  I'm completely autonomous!  That's because, deep down, you
want me to be!  In fact, deep down, you want me to control you- and so I
will!  But you also want me to love you- so I do!  There are certain
qualities ingrained into me by your psyche just as certain genetic
qualities are ingrained into a child by his or her parents.  But I'm
still autonomous!  I can learn and, well, grow.  Oh boy!  Can I grow!"
     Christina lowered her face and kissed Greg gently on the lips.  He
closed his eyes to better experience the warmth and tenderness of her
lips.  As she ended the kiss, he tried to sit up and reach her lips
again.  She just put her huge hands on his chest and held him down.  She
realized his penis had become extremely hard.  He tried to shift his
position to ease the discomfort, his penis being trapped and unable to
move was quite uncomfortable under the circumstances.  Christina
suddenly climbed off of him and stood up.  She put her left hand under
his knees and her right hand under his back and lifted.
"Er, uh, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm carrying you to the bathroom and giving you a nice bath!" she said.
"Er, well, uh, I was thinking that maybe we- I mean, you are my fantasy
come true, right?  Maybe we could-"
"Now, Gregy," she teased, "you know that you fantasize about being
teased a lot before you get what you want!"
"Yeah, but those are just fantasies!" he blurted."Not anymore!" she 
smiled.
     Christina carried him to the bathroom, bending over since the
ceiling was far too low to accommodate her.
"Now!" she said.  "You take care of your toilet needs while I fill up 
the tub!"
He did so, having to make himself relax enough to be able to do it in
spite of the arousal caused by her presence.  Within a few minutes, he
was in the tub and she was bathing him.
"Now I'm going to wash your hair," she said.  "You be a good boy and
close your eyes!"
"Uh, Christina!" he said.  "You're speaking to me as if I was a child!"
"Well, you sometimes fantasize about that, don't you?"
"Yeah but, as a reality, it's a great fantasy!"
"All right!" she sighed.  "I can adapt and change!  Since you were nice
enough to finally call me by my name, I guess I can change some too!"
However, the pout on her lips told him she wasn't too happy about it.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" he said.
Her smile of joy at that show of consideration for her feelings made his
day.  She continued bathing him and then toweled him dry.  When she was
done, he said, "Christina, could we, uh, you know, now?"
"You really have a one-track mind!" she laughed.  "In case you haven't
noticed, I'm naked!"
"Uh, yeah!" he said.  "That's a big part of why I'm feeling the way I do
right now!""No, silly!" she said.  "I mean that I have absolutely no 
clothes to wear!  Don't you think we should remedy the situation?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I kind of like you just the way you are!" he 
quipped.
He yelped when she smacked him on the bare butt."Okay!  Okay!" he said.
"Before you start making any calls," she said, "I'd better let you in on
a little secret!"
Before his eyes, she began to reduce her size.  When she was done, she
still stood almost seven feet tall.
"This is as short as I can get!" she said.  "Now start making phone 
calls!"
     "Hello!" Greg said.  "I understand that your store specializes in
clothes for tall women?"There was a pause as he listed to the 
saleswoman.
"You cover all sizes for women?  Excellent!  My, uh, girlfriend is an
unusually tall woman!"A pause as he listened."She's 6'10" tall!"
There was another pause."Yes, Ma'am!  She is six feet, ten inches tall!"
Another pause."No, Ma'am!  This is not a joke!"Another pause.
"They will have to be custom made?  I understand!"
     Within twenty minutes, Greg said, "Christina, I've called every
place I can think of and they all say the same thing.  When they
guarantee clothes for tall women, they mean 5'10", six feet, maybe 6'3"
at the absolute tallest, but not 6'10".  The only thing we can do is
have a set of clothes custom-made!"
"A set?" Christina said.  "I think about a dozen sets would be more
appropriate, don't you?"
"Christina!" he said.  "I'm not rich!  I can't afford to buy twelve sets
of custom-made clothes or even twelve sets of off-the-rack clothing with
one paycheck!"
"I understand!" she said, pouting.
"Christina!  I literally don't have that kind of money!"
"I know!  I know!" she said.  "I'm sorry!" Suddenly, she smiled.
"Hey, wait a minute!" she said.  "Let's think this out realistically!  I
can make all kinds of money!  You just get me one really good set of
clothes and I'll do the rest!"
     Greg took Christina's exact measurements, a task that he found both
highly pleasurable and highly frustrating.  He took the measurements to
a woman's clothing store.  During the week, they spent all of his free
time together and Greg realized that she knew him at least as well as he
knew himself.  He was falling so deeply in love with her that he could
think of nothing else!  When he was at work, he longed to get back to
her and could think of nothing else!  When he was with her, he wanted to
be nowhere else!  A week later, Christina stood before him in the living
room, displaying the clothing.  He had thought that nothing about her
could surprise him more than he already had been and that she couldn't
possibly look any more beautiful than she already did.  But when he saw
her in the clothing she had selected, he realized that, naked or in any
set of clothes, she was unsurpassingly beautiful to him!
"Christina!" he gasped.  "I- I truly don't know what to say!"
"Thank you!" she said.  "That's the nicest compliment I've ever
received!  Now, let's go make some money!"
     The moment that Christina walked into a modeling agency, they were
stumbling over themselves to sign her to a contract.  That's when the
problems started to arise.
"Excuse me!" said one of the agency's legal representatives.  "Did I
hear you correctly?  You don't have a social security number- or even a
last name?  I'm afraid that there are legal ramifications here that we
are not equipped to deal with!  I'm going to give you a number to call.
Before we can do anything, you're going to have to deal with the
legalities of your unusual situation!"
     Christina and Greg sat in front of the desk of Melissa Lynne,
Attorney-at-Law.
"You're case is indeed a difficult one!" Lynne said.  "In fact, it is
unique!  You are a woman created and given form by the psyche of a
metahuman- a man!  Such a phenomenon is not completely unheard of.
There is a woman in Ireland who is constantly surrounded by small beings
out of Irish Folklore- Leprechauns and the like!  It is suspected that
they are manifestations of her metahuman powers as she has been
genetically tested and is verifiably a metahuman.  But they seem capable
of turning invisible and teleporting at will!  None of them seems to
have any interest in applying for citizenship.  Your case is unique!  We
can argue this from the point of view that you are, in effect, a child
created by Mr. Shaw here or we can argue that you are an immigrant.  But
then, 'From what country?' will be the judge's first question."
"Why not just argue what the situation really is?  Just say I'm a new
form of human life created by a new method!"
"Well, because our laws work based on precedent!  There has to be some
previous basis for our argument!"
"Given the two arguments, I'd prefer you argue that I'm an immigrant!"
she said.  "I'm nobody's child, especially not Greg's!"
She put her arm around him protectively.
"You know," Lynne said, "I think I've got an idea!  It might take some
work and a lot of cleverness, but we just might be able to pull it off!"
     Lynne finally decided to argue in court that there were new
technologies coming into the world and they had to be legally dealt
with.  She tied it into current law and gave it precedent by pointing
out that testtube babies were citizens if their parents were.  In
effect, these children were, to paraphrase Shakespeare, "Untimely ripped
from their mother's wombs!" and yet were considered citizens even though
they developed in a gestation chamber!  The same could be argued for
Christina!  She was born/ created/ cloned from a citizen!  The precise
wording didn't matter because the world would eventually face these
questions and they would involve far more than one person.  The legal
system needed to set the groundwork.  DNA testing revealed that
Christina's DNA matched Greg's.  So, Lynne argued, the method of birth
isn't the issue and the whole case was legally clear once you accepted
that the relationship to the 'creator' was seen as the central issue!
The issue, Lynne argued, was that she was born within the United States
of a United States citizen.  Quibbling over definitions of the word
'born' was a mere side issue!  It wasn't that easy, of course!  The
judge heard the arguments against her.  He particularly had to consider
the legal consequences of the decision!  There were endless
deliberations and it was a very trying time for Christina and Greg.
But, in the end, it was Christina's own positive attitude that won out!
She testified about what her intentions were if she received
citizenship, that she would be a productive member of American society.
She even demonstrated that she could pass the citizenship tests that
even some of the designers of the tests couldn't pass under supervised
conditions.  Of course, numerous modeling agencies testified of their
willingness to gainfully employ her the moment she attained
citizenship.  The judge finally ruled that she was, indeed, an American 
citizen!
     Once she got her citizenship, there was virtually no stopping
Christina!  Her modeling career was beyond the success of any previous
supermodel!  She did shoots that no other model could do.  There were
numerous photos of her at 6'10" posing with and towering over male
models.  At twelve feet, she posed holding men like children in her
arms!  At twenty-five feet, she held them like babies!  At that height,
she posed on a beach, lying down with men perched atop her side.  At
fifty feet, she posed, standing very still while men kissed her toes!
She did one shot that had been done many times before using photographic
trickery, but she did it for real!  An entire section of New York City
was cleared out so she could pose next to the Empire State building.
People watched from beyond the cordoned area, looking at her in awe.
They could see her from blocks away.  The photographers could have
chosen a different, higher building, but they chose this one for a
specific reason.  The top of it rose only to her shoulder and they had
built a fifty-foot tall stuffed gorilla called 'King Kong' for this
shoot.  Christina held the fifty foot stuffed toy in one hand and the
photo caption read, 'If I had been around back then, it wouldn't have
been neccesary to kill the poor beast!  This beauty would have just
spanked him for being naughty, chastized the cruel men that took him
from his proper place in the world to begin with, then taken him back to
his proper place on Skull Island!  He really is a cute little gorilla!'"
The photographs and the television specials about Christina made her a
worldwide sensation!  The photographs were incredible!  Reality has a
quality all it's own and people instinctively knew that these photos
were real, not faked!
     In all of this, Greg was constantly at Christina's side.  He wasn't
always sure what had happened.  He had become her chauffear, her valet
and her manager.  It definitely seemed that she was in control.  That
was fine with Greg, but he often wondered where their relationship
stood.  Then, one night, they were sitting in a small bar.  It was
actually more of an old-fashioned pub in their own quiet neighborhood.
They were drinking slowly and relaxing.  It was one of the few times
they'd had the chance to slow down and unwind.
"Well, it's been a whirlwind few months!" Christina said.  "It seems
that there's been almost no time for us!"
At that statement, Greg was suddenly alert."Us?" he tentatively said.
"Of course!" she said.  "No matter what's happened, you're the only man
for me!  That will never change!""You mean-" Greg said excitedly.
"Let's get married!" she said.
Right there in the bar, she lifted him onto her lap like a child and 
hugged him.
Suddenly, someone said, "Now isn't that special!"
     Christina and Greg looked around.  In front of them stood a big man
with powerful arms and shoulders and a stomach large from drinking too
much beer.  He probably stood about six feet, six inches tall and, with
the extra weight, probably weighed around three hundred pounds.
"A grown man allowing himself to be treated like a baby!" he laughed.
"That's sick!  I don't care how tall she is, I'd teach her whose boss!"
Without a word, Christina stood up and grew to ten feet tall, the
tallest the ceiling could accommodate.  By this time, another metahuman
had designed some special clothes for her that were capable of growing
with her so she didn't have to end up naked to use her ability to grow.
The man stepped back."You- you're that model that grows!" he gasped.
"That's right!" she said.  "So be a good little boy and run along!"
Suddenly, he turned to Greg.
"What do you have to say, wimp?  Are you going to let your woman fight
your battles for you?"
When Greg hesitated, he growled, "Come on, coward!"
Suddenly, Greg laughed out loud.  At six feet and one hundred and eighty
pounds, he wasn't exactly small.
"You're calling me a coward?" Greg laughed.  "You're the one whose
calling me out because you're afraid of her!"
"So, you're going to let her get hit rather than face me, uh, chicken?"
Greg thought for a moment.
"Well," he said, "if I thought there was the slightest chance of your
hurting her in the least, I'd fight you!  But there isn't the slightest
chance!  So, I'll tell you what!  Take off or I'll step out of the way
and let her kick your ass!"
"Oh, I won't kick his ass!" Christina said.
She laughed at the man.
"I'll pull your pants down, right here in front of everyone, bend you
over my knee and give you a bare-ass spanking- one for every year old
you are!  I'll estimate about thirty!"
Everyone in the bar, including the bartender, was laughing at him!
There were no bouncers as this was a quiet neighborhood pub.  If someone
needed to be sent packing, the owner/ bartender would do it and if he
couldn't do it, the regular patrons would help him.  This was Greg's
neighborhood and he was immensely liked in this bar.  Christina had
become loved here as well, not just for her appearance but because she
was kind and caring to everyone.  Everyone would have already grabbed
this bozo and thrown him out except that Christina had made it obvious
that she wished to take care of this herself.  The man knew he should
back down.  Had he dropped the attitude and apologized, she probably
would have invited him to sit down and have a drink with them.  But
being laughed at was too much for the man's ego.
"You just try it, ----!" he snapped, uttering an extremely crude, vulgar
and insulting four-letter word for the vagina that I will not repeat 
here.
"That's it!" Christina yelled.
Before the man even knew what had happened, she grabbed his neck and
pulled him over her knee, sitting down in the process.  She yanked his
pants down without bothering to unbutton them or remove his belt.  She
then gave him thirty swats with her bare hand.  All the while, he was
yelping and begging her to stop, his former bravado forgotten.  When she
let him go, he shuffled out the door, head lowered in shame, trying to
pull up his pants, everyone's laughter following him out the door.
Needless to say, he never showed up there again!
     That night at home, Christina said, "Now I'm more sure than ever
that I want to marry you!  You were willing to defend me if neccesary
but you didn't get all macho about it!  You acknowledged my physical
superiority!  And now, you're about to get the chance to acknowledge it 
again!"
She climbed on top of him and he finally got the wonderful lovemaking he
desired.  Knowing he would be with her always filled his heart with joy!
"Don't worry!" she giggled.  "I promise I won't spank you!"
"Oh, don't go taking all the fun out of this!" he laughed.