ISLAND OF THE GIANT WOMEN Poor Paul was running through the jungle as fast as his muscular legs could carry him. His long, blond hair flew behind him as he ran. Every few seconds, a minor earth tremor caused the ground to shake. This caused him to try running even faster. At eighteen years old, Paul had a lean, tanned, muscular swimmer’s physique with blond hair and blue eyes. Right now, he was straining that physique to its limits and beyond, running in abject terror. He suddenly burst free of the jungle and onto a sandy beach. About fifty yards straight ahead was the water. To his left, about a hundred yards down the beach, were a small dock and a motorboat. In a panic, the young man ran as fast as he could for the boat. Behind him, the earth tremors were getting louder. As tired as he was and running barefoot on hot sand, it still took him only fifteen seconds to reach the dock. As he grabbed the first dockpost for support and gasped for breath, sweat giving his tanned, athletic body a sheen, he looked back and froze in terror! SHE was looking right at him! DR. CAROL HEISLER was thirty-four years old. SHE had a voluptious figure with large, firm breasts. SHE had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Right now, every curve, every contour, every wonderful detail of HER voluptious body was very noticeable even from a hundred yards away because, right now, SHE towered above the treetops- way above them! SHE towered fifty feet tall! Actually, it was forty-nine feet, six inches, if one wished to be absolutely precise. This was precisely ten times HER normal human height of five feet, six inches. HER weight was in proportion to HER height. At this size, SHE weighed about six thousand, four hundred kilo-tons, a far cry from HER normal weight of only one hundred and two pounds and yet completely in proportion to HER height and volume. HER hourglass figure was still in proportion, but it was in proportion to HER fifty-foot frame. At this size, HER strength was immeasurable. There certainly was neither a manmade object SHE could not lift nor a manmade machine that could even begin to test HER strength. There probably wasn’t any weapon short of an Atomic bomb that had a chance of doing any damage to HER. At this size, HER breasts, normally size thirty-four, were effectively size three hundred and forty. HER breasts alone were as tall as a man and took up so much volume that they were really far larger than a man was. They bounced and jiggled as SHE stepped over the trees ran down the beach in great thiry foot strides. SHE was covering ten yards per second as Paul struggled to untie the boat. There was no way he could make it! Then, twenty yards away, SHE stopped. SHE just stood smiling at him as he leaped into the boat and started the engine. SHE paced him down the dock as he started pulling away. SHE had reduced HER size to just over ten feet tall so the dock could support HER weight, which was still about eight hundred pounds and still beautifully in proportion to HER height. He looked up in terror as SHE towered above him, HER full breasts virtually blocking out the sun. Then, he was clearing the end of the dock. He gasped in relief. But that relief was short-lived! He screamed in terror as SHE reached out from the dock. Even from yards away, SHE could still grab him. But it seemed SHE only wanted to demonstrate that SHE could still stop him. SHE pulled HER hand back and giggled. Again, he sighed in relief. It seemed SHE was really going to let him go after all! Then SHE dove into the water! The tidal wave that struck the boat almost capsized it. It kept moving away. When CAROL stood up in the water, SHE had returned to HER full fifty-foot size. SHE began striding, outdistancing him, even in the motorboat. But the boat finally got out far enough that the water was more than fifty feet deep. DR. HEISLER started swimming, but the boat was outdistancing HER. But SHE swam back and stood up. SHE put HER gigantic hands and arms into the water and swung them in his direction with all HER strength. A tidal wave that would be even a surfer’s nightmare was unleashed. He screamed as the wall of water struck the boat and sent it spinning through the air. Paul crashed into the water and went under. He felt something grab him a few seconds later. He was lifted out of the water. He wanted to clear his eyes of the salt water but whatever held him had his arms pinned to his sides in an unbreakable grip. When CAROL felt the ocean floor beneath HER, SHE stood up. HER breasts floated, partially submerged. Paul cleared his eyes and saw that SHE held him in HER left hand. In HER right hand, SHE held the boat. “I don’t allow valuable pieces of property to be stolen- or escape!” HER voice boomed because of HER size but HER attitude made it clear SHE was mocking him. SHE set him down on the dock and set the boat on the shore. “Please, CAROL! Can’t we talk about this?” he whimpered. SHE picked him up by the waist in one huge hand and dunked him into the water. SHE held him under for several seconds. He was sputtering and gasping for breath when SHE pulled him up. SHE tucked him under HER left arm, his ass facing forward. “Sure!” SHE said. “Let’s talk about the bare and wet-bottomed spanking you’re about to get!” “Th- the what?” he stammered. “No! Wait! YOU can’t…” WHAP! HER hand, now proportionate to HER ten foot size, smacked his bare, wet butt. “EEYAH! Please, CAROL! YOU can’t do this!” WHAP! “EEYAH! Please! I’m a grown man! YOU can’t…” WHAP! “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!” “You’re a naughty boy is what you are and you deserve a spanking! Now say it!” WHAP! “OOOWWW!!! OOOWWW!!!” It was really starting to sting and his ass was a nice, rosy red. “Admit that you’re a naughty boy and you need a spanking!” “DR. HEISLER, please, I-“ WHAP! “IIIIIIMMMMMM a naughty boy and I need a spanking!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “OW! OH! EEEEIIIIYYYYHHHH!!!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!” he screamed. “Please, CAROL! Please, stop! Please! I beg YOU! Look! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I shouldn’t have done it!” Tears streamed down his face from the pain. “Darn right you shouldn’t have!” SHE said. “And you’re darn right to be sorry! But you’re not as sorry as you’re going to be. Besides, I don’t think that you’re really all that sorry. I think you’re just sorry that you got caught.” “No! I’m really sorry!” he said. SHE couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. Here was this young, tanned, muscular he-man who considered himself so macho, such a Ladies man, such a stud, so confidentally arrogant, and he was standing here rubbing his sore, blistered butt (a very cute butt, SHE thought) with both hands, crying and nervously fidgeting, stepping from foot to foot, just like a little boy trying to evade further punishment. Even his voice had taken on the highpitched whining quality of a boy trying to evade punishment. Smiling inwardly at HER control of him, SHE said, “Are you contradicting ME, young man?” SHE said it very firmly. SHE didn’t want him to think there was the least pity or leniency to be had here. “N-No, DR. HEISLER!” he whimpered. “I-I- Oh, please! This is ridiculous! I’m a grown man!” He suddenly realized how silly he must have looked saying that to a WOMAN who presently towered about nine feet tall, having willed HER size to change again. His newfound dignity very quickly vanished as SHE looked annoyed more than angry and reached out for him again. “No! Wait! I didn’t mean it! Please! Don’t!” Again, SHE grabbed him. This time, SHE held his waist in HER left arm and his legs in HER right. SHE dunked only his sore, red bottom into the cold saltwater. He squirmed as the salt stung his blistered butt. SHE smiled. SHE knew that making the intent of the dunking this obvious would further add to his humiliation. SHE pulled him out and again tucked him under HER left arm, ass forward. “No! Please, CAROL! Please! Not agaaaaiiiinnnn!!!!” as HER hand again slapped his wet, bare ass. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Ten times, SHE spanked his ass. CAROL set him down on the dock. She grew large enough that SHE could kneel on the dock, HER gorgeous ass resting on HER heels, and still have the level of HER eyes be slightly above his. “Now, thank ME for giving you the spanking you deserved!” SHE said. “Th-th-thank YOU!” he whimpered. “All of it!” SHE ordered. “Thank ME for giving you the spanking you deserved!” “Th-thank YOU for giving me the spanking I deserved!” “You’re not a grown man! You’re a naughty boy! Say it!” “I-I’m not a-a g-g-g-grown m-man!! I-I’m a n-naughty b-boy!” He already knew what was coming next and he hung his head in shame. “You’re a naughty boy and what?” SHE mocked. “I-I’m a naughty boy and I need a spanking!” he stammered, tears flowing at the humiliation. “Do you want ME to give it to you right now?” “No! Please!” he begged. “Not again!” “Then you were just speaking rhetorically. You don’t really think you deserve a spanking?” “No! I mean, yes! I mean- Oh, please, CAROL!” “You better really convince ME that you’re sorry!” SHE said. “Otherwise, I’ll give you another spanking and, this time, it will be one for every year old you are!” “Oh, CAROL! I’m so sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I-“ As scared as he was, he still hesitated at these last words, but at the sight of the gorgeous, all-powerful FEMALE towering in front of him, he blurted them out. “I’ll never do it again!” He felt totally stripped of his dignity saying that, like a little boy begging his MOTHER not to spank him, but he couldn’t stand the idea of suffering through another of those spankings. He just couldn’t! “I’M not fully convinced!” CAROL said. “Perhaps there’s something you could do to more fully convince ME?” At this time, SHE stood up, HER breasts towering just above his head and covering him with their shadows. “I’ll do whatever it takes to convince YOU!’ he shivered. “Please believe me!” SHE felt a rush of sexual pleasure and power. This man, six feet and one hundread and eighty pounds of muscle, was whimpering and begging. “Well,” SHE said, “you could get on your hands and knees and say it!”