The gap between rich and poor was growing larger every day.
And with the advent of Panacea that gap was going to grow larger. The wonder-pill, as it was nicknamed, would grant whoever took just one perfect health and youth for the rest of their now very long life. Of course the pills were shockingly expensive allowing only those in the top 1% to afford them.
The farmer had worked hard all her life with the goal of affording a single pill of Panacea. Her thinking was that her lifetime of toil would be rewarded with another lifetime where she could enjoy the spoils of her work. The day finally came where her savings, plus the sale of her farm could afford her the drug.
All she had left now was the pill and a single cow she couldn't sell due to its sickness. She held the pill between her fingers, savouring the moment. She was old now and almost as sick as the cow by her side - but soon she'd be young and healthy again with endless energy and a lifetime of know-how to climb to the top with. She shut her eyes and prepared to bring it to her lips, only to feel a sudden wetness around her fingers.
Her eyes snapped open to see the most horrific thing imaginable to her - the cow's tongue wrapped around the pill. Before she could react the cow's mouth closed in and sucked the pill from between her fingers. She nearly rushed to put her hand down the cow's throat to retrieve it - but it was too late. The cow turned and ran from her with a renewed spring in its step.
it took weeks for the old farmer to catch up with the cow. Its new lease of life provided by the pill, and her age and sickness made it a difficult task. Eventually, after many failed attempts, she managed to catch it. Inspecting the cow she found it in the best condition of any cattle she'd ever seen. No doubt no one had ever wasted Panacea on an animal so this wasn't surprising. She realised this could be a unique opportunity - people would surely pay for meat from the healthiest cow in the world? She doubted she could make enough money back to get another pill, but it would at least give her food and warmth for the rest of her days. She didn't know how long she could keep a hold of it with its new strength so she set to work quickly.
After completing her task, the farmer was starving. The cow had produced a lot of meat, so she figured she could allow herself some of the spoils. She justified picking the best of the steaks she'd cut as being a test - what if the pill had made the meat taste weird in some way? After searing the steak for just a while the smell drove her hunger-fed mind mad - it was barely cooked before she wolfed it down. The taste drove her even more mad, she had to have more. She threw another steak on the grill, alongside another. After that she had more, and more of the meat. If she was thinking straight she would have wondered how she was able to consume all this meat - but all she could think about was devouring the delicious beast.
When she awoke in the morning the farmer groaned, remembering how she'd eaten every last bit of what was supposed to pay for her retirement. She opened her eyes and straight away realised a few things had changed. First of all she no longer ached or felt ill. In fact she felt great. Perhaps the properties of the pill had transferred through the meat she wondered. She went to look for her handbag to fish her mirror out before realising the second change.
Everything was now tiny to her. She looked down at the tiny campfire she had fallen asleep next to last night in her meat-fuelled bender, and her even tinier handbag next to it. In a confused daze she looked around from her vantage point far above the tree tops. She spotted a lake that she thought was a fair walk away - until she stood to her full height and found it to be just a few steps. She looked into its waters at her reflection.
She was young again, and not just young - but beautiful. And big - massive really - in a lot of ways. She couldn't fathom how much she'd grown, she just knew her breasts had grown more than the rest of her.
The giant farmer ruminated on her change. This seemed to be the work of the Panacea pill - consuming meat tainted with it looked to have a growth effect on top of its health benefits. Perhaps the fact that the cow had originally been used for diary purposes explained the growth of her own udders? She wasn't sure about any of it - all she was sure about was she wanted to try more. Her meat cravings from last night were returning - and now she had a much bigger stomach to fill.
But where could she find more meat tainted by the pill? She doubted anyone else had tried feeding it to cattle. Maybe she could use her now giant body to somehow get the cash and buy more Panacea. As she wondered what sort of pay she could get being a giant stripper a smell caught her attention. It shared traits with the meat she'd consumed last night - it was faint but she locked onto it and started to follow her nose. She wasn't sure if it was her now gigantic nostrils or her intense craving for the meat that allowed her to track the scent - she just gave in to her instinct and followed it.
Soon she found herself in the city, tiny cars screeched to a halt around her feet, people screamed and fled. She may have stepped on a few things below but she didn't care, she wanted to find the source of the smell. There were a few places it seemed to be coming from, but one seemed closer than the rest so she zero'd in on it.
The giantess soon saw the source of the smell which enamoured her. Of course, it was the smell of the rich. An apparently young man, in perfect health, stood on the balcony of what must have been a penthouse with the typical arrogance of the well-off.
She sauntered towards him, weighing up in her mind whether she could really do what she was already considering in the back of her mind - the tiny man mistook her interest in him.
"Hey, how much do you giant strippers charge?" he shouted jovially before producing a wad of cash from his pocket and adding, "As you can see, my wallet is pretty giant too."
This settled things for the farmer. The last of her morality died with that display of arrogance. She'd been conflicted about eating another human being - but he was clearly just a parasite who didn't count as human. She thought about it more, she guessed she wasn't quite human any more either - she was something more. She wasn't sure what she was, but she certainly wasn't the same species as the creature before her - he was cattle to her now and she was top of the food chain.
She was now within arm's reach of the tiny source of meat, and the idiot hadn't run. It was only when she started to reach towards him did he realise his fate.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you." she confessed as his smell made her mouth water.
"Please, no!!" he screamed as she drew closer.
But his screams did nothing, the giant farmer had already made up her mind.
It was time to eat the rich.
Meta: This was originally a short caption with two lines. I decided I wanted to add some background and it ended up being a piece on capitalism.
I love the idea of a shot where the giantess is reaching towards someone in the foreground (or the viewer). I've had a hard time trying to get a source image for it but this one with Hitomi comes closest to what I've envisioned. I had to cut her hand out and rotate it it make it fit the scene better, and ideally I'd have like the shot from lower down to make her seem more imposing - but it still works great for me.
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