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ISLAND OF THE GIANT WOMEN
by slave centaur

     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!”










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