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There'd been rumours of the giantess maker for years; a man who was involved in the growth of 100s of giantesses. Often his involvement was said to be tangential - simply manoeuvring things into place to ensure the growth of some unsuspecting woman; a forbidden spell book left in a bookshop here, a batch of extra potent growth formula sent to a street dealer there. But there were some stories where he was more involved - such as where he was reported to have slipped growth formula into drinks at bars or camped on a roof all night to snipe a starlet with a growth beam.
With all the rumours that circulated about him it was hard to know what to believe. Did he really invent the enlargement technology used by the film industry? Was he the one who leaked the recipe for growth formula online? Claire didn't know the full truth - but she did know for sure that he existed. The reason she knew? Because she'd been turned into a giantess thanks to him several months ago.
Claire's modelling career had sputtered to a halt, there was no work for her so she had to take a night-shift at a lock-up. She worked reception, signing keys in and out for the customers. Little did she know at the time that one of the customers was the giantess maker himself. He came in every night and signed himself in as simply 'DJ'. She was always fascinated by what he may have had in his storage unit as whenever the door opened there was a green glow which briefly flooded the corridor. She was naturally curious and always made an effort to try and make him tell her what he kept in there, but he just gave her a smile and tapped the company poster promising confidentially above her desk each time.
Soon the mysterious man's visits stopped but his storage remained. Claire swore she could hear a humming from the unit which grew louder each night. Soon she could take no more and had to look - she took the master key and went to open the unit. As soon as she opened the door she was hit by a blast of heat. The entire storage facility collapsed in the blast - all that survived was Claire. It was no wonder she survived though, she was now 50ft tall.
In the weeks afterwards Claire's size fluctuated, she soon found she had control over it. She could shrink back to normal size but it took effort and she found herself more comfortable being bigger. Her new found size-altering ability opened all sorts of doors for her. Her modelling career restarted in a big way and she was getting more and more interesting offers for work each day.
She loved being big and rarely found herself reducing down to less than 10ft unless she needed to travel long distance. But something gnawed at her. She'd often travel out to the middle of nowhere and just grow - as big as she could. The bigger she got, the better she felt. But she soon found a limit. At about the size of a mountain her growth petered out. She craved to be bigger but she couldn't get there. She needed to find something that could make her grow bigger - or someone.
Claire started researching everything she could about the mysterious DJ. She soon found the stories online of the mysterious giantess maker and realised that it was him. She studied all recent news articles that alluded to him, trying to identify some sort of pattern but his appearances and targets seemed random... at first. Claire soon realised the giantess maker had types of women he would cycle through picking as targets. After a few weeks of watching the reports about newly made giantesses she had the cycle down and could work out what kind of woman he may be after enlarging next.
She knew now from her research that he'd be looking to enlarge an asian woman next - likely someone with a large chest. Many well known busty asian women had already been grown into giantesses - likely his work - so there were few well-known, un-enlarged women left which fit his target profile. Claire had whittled down the list to a handful of potential targets before stumbling on a piece of luck; one of the women on her list was reported to be taking a break in a remote rainforest for the next few weeks. A scenario irresistible to a growth obsessed maniac.
Several days later Claire arrived in the rainforest shrunk down to 'normal' size to travel. She had a plan for finding the giantess maker - she walked alone as far as she dared into the jungle. Then when she felt she could go no further being so tiny she allowed herself to grow back to her own normal. She grew and grew and grew until she towered over the canopy. She heard a faint woman's scream - no doubt the poor asian starlet who was to be the next victim had spotted her from her private retreat. Claire paid her no mind and scanned the area trying to spot anyone else. It seemed like a fruitless endeavour at first, there were a million places a tiny person could hide out here. But then she spotted something amiss; a tiny spec on the distant cliffs. She walked towards it and as she got closer she saw it was a man struggling to descend the cliff as quick as he could.
Claire stopped short of the cliff and looked down at the man fighting with his harness. She recognised him now despite his climbing gear - it was the man who called himself DJ.
"Long time no see." boomed Claire over him.
"Um, hi Claire!" shouted back the tiny climber.
"Imagine seeing you here..."
"Yeah - what can I help you with?" he joked, while still struggling with his harness.
"Well its funny," Claire began, smiling down on her target, "I've been looking for someone - a giantess maker."
The tiny man played dumb, "Oh, what's that?"
"Its a person - a person who made me like this."
She grew slightly bigger, her breasts getting closer to squashing him into the cliff, to highlight what she meant.
"Like what?" he asked, continuing with the dumb play.
"Big." stated Claire who now grabbed the line dangling below the tiny man so that even if he did free his harness he'd only get as far as her hand.
The man known as DJ looked up in resignation at the giantess beaming down at him, "Ok - I confess, I'm the giantess maker."
"I knew it!" squealed Claire.
The tiny man looked up at the giantess and asked, "So, how are you liking it?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't like it at first but now I love it." she gave a shimmy showing off her enlarged body.
"Well, you're welcome."
"Oh please, you didn't intend for me to grow, I just stumbled on where you were keeping your gear."
"Is that what you think? You think your growth powers were unlocked by accident?"
"What?" was all Claire could say in response. She'd never considered that what happened to her had been planned out.
"I knew you had the potential to develop growth powers from a hacked gene-sequencing database. I knew where you worked from following you and I knew you were curious from observing you work. You could never resist peering in the containers when the doors were opened."
Clair just stared aghast at the revelations coming forth.
"To be honest I thought you'd have snuck in to look at my container sooner. I had the booby trap set up on the door for weeks."
"Booby trap?"
"Yeah, what caused the explosion."
"Wait... so you actually intended to blow me up?" asked Claire aghast.
"It was a means to an end, I had an isotope with just the right frequency of decay to unlock your growth gene's potential - but I needed a high energy way to deliver it. I knew your growth reflex would kick in immediately and save you from the blast."
"So you planned for me to grow all along?"
"That's right. I waited weeks for you to give into your curiosity, but you took too long and I moved on to other projects." revealed DJ, before adding, "I was happy to read in the paper when you did grow, I knew you needed a bit of size in your life - I heard it worked out well for your career."
"For everything" admitted Claire, "I love being big - it makes me feel so confident and powerful."
"Well, that's the idea" said the giantess maker with a smile.
The giantess stared down, smiling too, as the tiny climber below her went back to fiddling with his harness.
"Well, it was good to catch up and clear things up but I've got to go make a busty asian giantess." said DJ preparing to continue his descent.
"Oh, I think I may have scared her off." admitted Claire.
"Oh..." said the giantess maker, thinking for a moment, "Not to worry, I have a back up plan for her at the airport. Lets just say the scanner might..."
Claire interrupted him by shaking his rope in her hand, "Hold on there, why grow her when you have perfectly good candidate to enlarge right in front of you?"
"Well... you're big enough - lets let someone else enjoy being big..."
"No!" boomed Claire angrily, her size slightly increasing again, "I want to be bigger!"
"I'm sorry Claire, but there's a reason why I limited your maximum size."
"You limited me?" blustered Claire in a state of shock.
"Yes" admitted the giantess maker, "I could have used more of the isotope in the bomb, that would have let you get a big as you could ever want. But as much as I love giving size and power to a woman - there's a point where she becomes too dangerous and I can't allow it. Plus - I'm not into giga."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I don't care for your reasons, you're going to find a way to remove that limit and let me reach my full potential." demanded the giantess.
"Sorry, no can do." said DJ returning his focus to his descent again.
Claire shook his rope again and laughed as the tiny man beneath her struggled to keep his feet on the cliff, "Look, you can have a really soft landing or a really hard landing - your choice."
Meta: I wanted to create a more high-res version of my logo. Unfortunately the source image of Claire is too low-res to do much with. Even after using some AI upscaling she doesn't look clear enough to deposit into many images. I recreated the cliff and climber, added some cloud and shadowing which was missing from the original then finished it with some circular motion blue to try and hide the lack of sharpness. At first I made her a bit bigger than in the original (I couldn't allow myself to make her smaller) - as a consequence you couldn't see the tiny climber when the image was shrunk down into a logo. So I added a new climber in at a larger scale and airbrushed out the old one.
The story is a self-insert? What? No... never.
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