First, some background information is in order. The events in this story are set at a resort, referred to simply as "The Island". Sounding fairly innocuous, the reality is far more interesting than its innocent sobriquet; the island is macrophile’s dream come true. Some visitors would grow upon arriving. After stepping off the boat or plane that ferried them, they would just begin to grow, straight out of their clothes, up, up, up to between 400 and 900 feet. No one knew how it happened, although there were several popular theories, as well, there was no predicting who would grow. It was almost a lottery, but the chances of winning were only slightly better than the kind that involved multi-millions. Needless to say the place is quite popular with tourists.

The Island was alive with movement as the sun rose over the eastern shore. A very weather-beaten motor boat, possibly a relic of World War II, began to draw into harbor. Alice couldn’t wait for the boat to dock, and like a few others, dived timorously into the deep tropical waters. She swam for it, attempting to be the first to shore, her swimmer’s body and natural athletic inclination allowed her to make good time, easily beating the slower folk behind her. "I have to be the first one there," she thought, "I’ve got to get the first shot at growing, can’t let anyone beat me to it!"

She was going to be 24 at the end of the week, but had no one to celebrate it with. Even though she was technically beautiful, her sharp gaze and scowling demeanor threw men off balance, and she was thought of as too "bitchy" or "bossy" to be a good wife or girlfriend. Also still a virgin, she felt that she HAD to grow on The Island, or she would die trying, the pent up frustration of two decades was making her go crazy. All this would come to an end though, as she drew nearer and nearer to The Island. Finally reaching the shore, she stumbled through breaking waves and fell into the sand, face down. This only made her even more determined though, as she scraped the sand and spume off of her face and regained her footing.

On the shore, it was purely anticlimactic. Alice braced herself, waiting for some sign of growth, but none came. She grasped her body, patting her arms and chest as if to check if she was still alive. Still nothing. She was stunned for a second, but regained her composure, only to lose it a second later to a burning rage. Pulling at her hair and screaming in frustration, she fell to the ground and starting sobbing, her eyes closing as she felt nauseous. "Oh god, I think I’m going to throw", she trailed off as a sense of vertigo overtook her and she blacked out.

An hour later she awoke, feeling spent and disappointed, her whole savings account wasted on the trip, and her hopes dashed on the rocks because of her failure to grow. She thought, "Well, maybe I can get back to the port and get out of here before I get crushed or worse by some lucky bastard who got to grow." She started to stand up, but realized at once that something was off. A wicked smile began to spread across her lips as she realized what was going on, and she hastened to raise to her full height. "Oh my god… I’m HUGE!", she blurted out, and not just huge. She was gigantic. She was bigger than life itself to the tiny people who walked the beach, shying away from her gigantic feet. She guessed that the people down on the ground were about the size of ants, no larger than a quarter inch high. She was also naked as the day she was born, and by carefully moving her feet, she was able to see the torn remains of her clothes, now nothing more than tiny dots. "Mmmmm, this is WAY better than I could have ever imagined, its such a turn on to be so huge, I can’t believe I didn’t come here sooner…". She began to fondle her huge breasts, making her 25 foot wide nipples stand erect, but her hands soon began to travel south, towards her already dripping pussy.

This whole vacation was a waste for Harry and his family, a while years wages saved up for nothing. He was a serious macrophile, and had hoped to grow so he could play out his fantasy of becoming a giant and making his tiny wife ride his huge 200 foot long rod. Then he would find some other women and do the same, and maybe even jack off into a crowd or… well, it was a moot point now since he hadn’t grown an inch since he stepped off the plane onto the island.

His wife, who was seated behind him on a beach chair, read a thick novel, oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly, the sun was blocked out of his view as if someone had flipped a switch. He looked up, but saw only a black wall, silhouetted against the sun. He looked up further, and saw something that totally fascinated him. It was the pussy of a tremendous and godlike woman, almost fifty feet from the top, where it met the well-manicured bush, to the bottom, where it ended. His fascination would be short lived though, as he saw something that looked like rain begin to fall from it. His eyes tracked one of the drops of love juice as it fell, rapidly gaining speed as cut through the air toward him. Seconds later the bowling ball sized droplet hit his wife, the viscous liquid crushing her instantly. He didn’t even register fear or grief though, as he was still looking up, up at the sole of a giant foot, directly overhead. As it descended, his mind cleared, as did his bladder.

Alice was in heaven. It was her life long dream to be in such total control of people. What better way to do it then to be able to rub them out of existence at a whim. She squinted and leaned down, glaring at the little people on the beach. There had to be hundreds of them, and all of their glances where focused on her, like a whole group of deer caught in front of giant headlights. As she leaned over even further, and kneeled down, she was able to hear the little people talking, sounding just as they looked to her, tiny and insignificant. Her titanic, spherical tits hung heavy over part of the crowd like twin full moons. She singled out one tiny man out of the crowd and addressed him. "HEY!", she said, being careful to make her voice deeper and louder than normal, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" The little man was too stunned to talk, merely shaking his head in bewilderment. She used the tip of her finger to smash him into the sand, crushing him instantly into a tiny red spot. In an instant, all hell broke loose on the beach below, as the people sitting near to the freshly killed man had been sprayed with blood and gore, and began to run terrified in every direction, creating a stampede.

Alice was amusing herself, absent-mindedly crushing people who were running around insane with fear. Her other hand, the one not doing the crushing, was planted firmly between her legs, feverishly rubbing her most sensitive parts. Out of nowhere, she was frozen with panic as a voice behind her made itself known. "HEY BABE, YOU KNOW THERE’S A BETTER WAY TO DO THAT, RIGHT?" said a man’s voice behind her. She was nervous as anything as she turned around slowly, taking in the sight behind her.

It was a man, around her own age, well muscled and basically perfect in every aspect. The only unusual thing about him was his height, a little taller than her own 900 feet. He had a Speedo on, and obviously had just come in from swimming as his hair was wet and he was still breathing heavily. "Uhhh… I’m Alice…", she stammered. He chuckled at her, and shocked her by pulling his Speedo off and grabbing a hold of his thick cock. "I’m Ron, by the way, its nice to meet you. I see you got lucky." He stated in a more normal voice. He spit in his hand and began massaging his immense meat. Alice ogled "little ron", slack jawed and glassy eyed. At her normal height it would have been around nine inches long, but now at their magnified sizes it was damn near 200 feet. As it finished hardening, Ron walked over to a more crowded patch of beach and sat down, crushing uncounted beach goers under his muscular ass. He leaned forward a little so the tip of his jumbo-jet sized cock dug into the sand. "NOW," he said, "GET ON AND START STROKING!". For emphasis he crushed a few people at the outskirts of crowd, forcing movement inwards towards his crotch. The ant sized people obeyed, and they swarmed onto his member. "Watch this", he said, and motioned for Alice to come closer. The hundreds who had been herded onto his cock were cruelly mashed as he clutched his manhood, and began to stroke away, using the crushed and mangled bodies as lubricant. Alice was entranced, and her hand, previously frozen by suprise, began again to rub herself.

To Be Continued...