Goddess of Manchester

Stacey Poole on top of Manchester.

Finally got around to the fabulous Stacey Poole. One of the women high on my list of priorities to be made into a towering giantess.

    Stacey had a unique problem: she never stopped growing. At first it was just her breasts that seemed to fill and blossom more and more each year. However, it soon became apparent that it was more than just her plush ample bosoms that were expanding. Before she knew it she was 10 feet tall. In the blink of an eye she was a 500 foot tall titaness whose thick thighs could no longer squeeze between the increasingly puny buildings.
    When she reached a mile she was a danger to the people of Manchester. They tried to make her live away in a field or anything other than such a populated area. Of course by then it was far too late to make a woman such as her do ANYTHING she didn’t want to and she WANTED to keep the ever more pathetic buildings and… people as her playthings. Instead she started making demands of them. She wanted a bra made for her enormous and progressively ponderous tits, a pair of panties to hug her awesome, infinitely widening flared hips and to cover her thick puffy pussy lips that lately had been overflowing with her viscous love potion. Not only that but they both had to be stylish and chic. There was no reason a woman of brobdingnagian proportions such as herself should wear anything but the latest fashions. Finally her nails were to be painted and her makeup applied fresh every day.
    This taxed the economy to the limit and required countless workers and machinery to accomplish and STILL she grew. The residents of the city soon discovered one thing however, there was only one thing worse than an ever growing GODDESS of a woman: a BORED growing GODDESS of a woman who DRIPPED with sex appeal. Soon Stacey wanted more, she wanted power, she deserved DOMINANCE. With a great noise and incalculable destruction Stacey rose from her favorite lounging spot with a great booming as even her simple rising caused the thunderous rushing of wind. It was time for the world to meet its ruler. She knew she was still growing and she wanted to see the planet she would soon be keeping in her navel piercing.