There's nothing worse than a junkie.
That had been drilled into you from the moment you'd got involved in dealing. None of your experiences so far had taught you otherwise. You'd had to deal with endless beat downs and shake ups from them whenever you made the mistake of dropping your guard. But you had kept your head down and served your time dealing to the low-lives. Now things were looking up, you'd curated a list of high-flying drug users who depended on you to get them their more elite fixes.
One of these elite fixes was growcaine, aka gro - a designer drug based on cocaine which gave the user a slight size increase. Each bump gave the taker an extra inch of height. You'd seen some people put on a foot or two with continued use - but your top customer put all that to shame. When you first met her she was already abnormally tall - nearly twice your height. You knew right away how she'd gotten so big and suspected she'd be a good customer. You were right, she bought your entire stash of the drug each night you went out dealing.
You suspected she was sharing with friends by the amounts she brought - that was until a few months of dealing to her. You'd made the mistake of meeting her in an alley out back of her apartment - she nearly squashed you flat as she arrived. You told her then that she was too big, that there was no way the cops wouldn't guess what she was on. You cut her off - and you were smart enough to make a get away through the narrow alley before she could crush you in her rage.
That was a few weeks ago. You hadn't seen her since but you'd heard what she'd been up to. Many of your rivals had disappeared or been found crushed - with their whole supplies missing. It didn't take much to figure out the giant junkie was finding ways to get her fix. Thankfully you ran a tight ship, always changing up your spots, so the chances of her stumbling on you were slim - or so you thought.
Your new shipment of gro had come in and you were busy unpacking it in the apartment you used for storage when you felt the ground shake - then again. As a shadow fell across the building you knew who was outside. You decided to ignore her and continue getting ready for a night of dealing - there was no way she could know you were there. But then you heard the sniffing.
"Is that gro I smell?" you heard her voice reverberate through the apartment.
You made the mistake of glancing out of the window to see the junkie staring right at you. She was now several times larger than when you'd last seen here, now in an ill-fitting bikini stretched to its limits. You didn't think it was possible for people to get this big on the drug.
"There you are!" she cooed in a sing-song manner, "Got any gro you can spare for little old me?"
"Get lost or I'll call the cops!" you shouted out of the window before drawing the curtains. As soon as you did it you regretted you action. That might have have been enough to drive away any normal junkies - but normal junkies weren't hundreds of times your size.
You hurriedly ran for the door, suspecting what was to come next - but it was too late. Her giant hand came smashing through the apartment wall, grabbing you and all your supplies up in one mighty scoop. You now found yourself on her palm being brought up towards her face.
"I'm sorry, I just need a little fix." she said.
You could feel yourself being pulled towards her nose as she started to sniff deeply.
You realised now that there was something worse than a junky - a giantess junkie.
Meta: Other than the shadow work, this composition ended up being fairly boring. I moved the building on the left in a bit to cover up her arm which was cropped off. I've been wanting to do a giantess junkie story for a while but have always worried it'd seem rude painting someone as looking like a junkie. PeachJars certainty doesn't look like a junkie - but maybe a drug that makes you eventually become a giantess wouldn't necessarily have the impact on the user of other drugs.
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