Lenine the Mighty

 

A Giantess Story

 

by

 

Jamie Westwood

 

 

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Illustrated by the author

 

© PWND Giantess Publications, 2001.

 

Chapter 1: Eremon

 

     It was a beautiful morning in early spring. Lenine Rozita sat on a hillside overlooking Gorias, the great city that was the capital of her domain. She was twenty seven, and had been a giantess for just over twelve years, but she enjoyed her immense size as much as ever. The people of Gorias had thrived under her leadership, and treated her as a goddess. Her marriage was growing stronger every day and she had four adorable children.

     Lenine had to confess that she was a fortunate young lady!

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Lenine was happy with her marriage, her children, her queenship and her giantesshood…..
     It had been a great relief to Lenine when she’d learned that her children would not inherit her giant size. Even her eldest Elenine, now aged eleven, could sit cross legged on her mother’s thumbnail, while the boys loved to swing from strands of her long golden hair. Harry, George and Benjy, aged ten, nine and eight respectively, loved having a real live giantess for a mom, especially when she took them on journeys with her. They loved to ride on her feet, tucked between her toes, whenever she wore open-toed sandals. Elenine preferred to ride on her mothers shoulder so that the two of them could chat. It was Elenine’s dearest dream to stand beside her mother as a giantess herself, but knew that that would not happen till she was at least fifteen.

     Lenine was happy with her marriage, her children, her adoring subjects and her giantesshood, but there was nonetheless something bothering her.

     A week before, two ships had landed in Gorias Bay, bringing about a thousand newcomers. Their leader - a man named Eremon - had asked to speak with the local leader, and was subsequently brought before  Lenine. It had been something of a surprise to Lenine to discover that neither Eremon, nor any of his people, had previously heard of her. According to Eremon, they were a roving people who had been looking for a home for generations. They had heard something of giantesses on their travels, but had assumed the stories to be fables and legends. To come face to face with a beautiful blue-eyed blonde girl, large enough to eat him and all his followers in one course, was a shock to say the least! Lenine had gently assured him that she didn’t eat people, and that she was moreover a gentle, loving giantess who cherished and protected her tiny people. She had introduced him to her children, to her husband Lenon, to her servants and advisors, all of whom testified to her kindness. At last Eremon had been assured, and had asked Lenine to take his people under her protection.

     Lenine had been tempted to agree, but decided first to take council. She held a meeting of her closest advisors - the elders of Gorias and neighbouring cities, her father Lenos and her husband Lenon. The meeting took place in the sitting room of Lenine’s palace, carved out of the inside of a mountain, which contained rooms, chairs, tables and everything else made to her gigantic scale. Lenine lay upon her huge couch, while her advisors stood on the cushion before her. They listened while their giant leader outlined the situation.

     “So what do you think I should do?” she asked at last.

     There was silence for several moments. It was well known that at meetings of this sort, Lenine had already made up her mind, and merely wanted to inform the people of her decision. Never before had she asked so open a question.

     “Well?” she asked. “I may be a lot bigger than you but that doesn’t mean I know all the answers. Won’t you help this big dumb blonde chick decide what to do?”

     Lenos was the only one who dared to laugh, though several of the others grinned. Lenine smiled fondly down at her tiny father.

     “OK, Daddy, what’s your advice?” she asked.

     “Sweetheart,” said Lenos slowly, “I think you should find out a lot more about these people before you agree to protect them. What do they want protection from? For all we know, they could have escaped justice in some other country.”

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She agreed to become their temporary protectress…
     “I’d thought about that,” replied Lenine. “But what does it matter if anyone comes looking for them? They’d be more than safe with me to protect them! I could crush underfoot the biggest army in the world!”

     “I know you could, darling,” replied Lenos, “but what if they’re subjects of one of the other giantesses? Maybe they’re escaped rebels, and their giantess-ruler is hunting for them right now?”

     “But they claim never to have met a giantess before. When I first met their leader Eremon he was astonished that anyone could be as huge as me.”

    By now several other counsellors had found their voices.

     “Mrs. Rozita ma’am,” said a senior elder from Gorias. “Your Excellency must also consider the possibility that they might be troublemakers, intent on disturbing the harmony of our land.”

     “They might be pirates ma’am,” suggested another man. “They could plunder our towns during the night, and be gone by morning. Even you yourself, ma’am, would not know which way they had gone, and your navies may spend months finding them.”

     By the time Lenine dismissed the council she was more confused than ever, so she summoned Eremon to meet her again. She agreed to become their temporary protectress, but also gave them two commands: Firstly, Eremon and all his people were to return to their ships, and anchor in Gorias Bay. They were not to set foot on land unless Lenine instructed them to. Secondly, they were not to set sail from her dominions without her permission.

    Having issued these orders, Lenine took Eremon for a walk around Gorias and its surroundings. As she went, she explained how her people lived. They were an ordered and disciplined race, living humbly and working hard. She carried Eremon in her hand, allowing him to look down between her fingers at the city at her feet. He marvelled at the way his hostess stepped from street to street, right over whole blocks of houses and shops, her Lilliputian subjects scattering before her mighty feet. It was amazing how used the tiny citizens were to having a Brobdingnagian girl in their midst, and how nimbly they avoided being squashed underfoot. When he mentioned this to Lenine, she laughed.

     “I’ve got the little-ones well trained!” she said. “I do squish a few of them now and then, but only when they’re not fast enough. If you guys come to join us, you’ll have to learn fast how not to get trodden on!” A mischievous smile spread over her face. “Watch this.....”

     Stepping right over a large warehouse, the gigantic Lenine walked briskly up a wide street towards a marketplace. It was full of  open stalls, and swarming with people buying and selling their wares. As the giantess approached, they all panicked, ran in different directions, collided with each other and with the stalls and in the chaos which ensued, fruit, fish, chickens and all manner of other merchandise went flying. Lenine laughed, then smiled at Eremon.

     “I know I shouldn’t do it,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I’m a great big bully, I know. But....what’s the point of giantess size if a girl can’t enjoy herself?”

     By now the people were picking themselves up, and some of them were even laughing. Everyone knew about Lenine’s mischievous side, and loved her all the more for it.

     Since then, Lenine had still not decided what to do about Eremon’s people. On one occasion she’d slipped into a bikini and waded out to talk to them; though initially nervous, they’d soon been won over by her charm and prettiness. Another day, she’d taken a party of children on a picnic, and shown them round a fair portion of her empire.

     But still, as she sat on the hillside overlooking the town, she dithered over her final decision. Everything was going so marvellously with Eremon and his people, so why was she still reluctant? She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she failed to notice the approaching footsteps. Only when the newcomer spoke did she turn around to see another giantess standing behind her.

 

Chapter 2: Sally-Ann

 

     Sally-Ann Morris was a effervescent sixteen-year-old brunette, who had been a full-fledged giantess for just over eight months. Though she came from a mortal-sized family, her dream of achieving giant size had led her through the rigorous selection procedure, and she had eventually achieved her aim. Her parents, though immensely proud of their giant daughter, were often vexed that she now totally outranked them, and that they now had to obey her orders without question!

     Girls selected for giantesshood (usually at the age of fifteen) were granted giant size for up to one year on a probationary basis. This was to test their ability to rule little people and to make sure they were suited to the lifestyle. Some young hopefuls lacked the skills of leadership, were clumsy and disorganised, or else disliked the isolation that goddesshood brings. These girls were shrunk back to normal-size and resumed their lives as “mere mortals”. However, a young lady who passed her probation was given permanent giant size, together with her own city or territory to rule.

     A probationary giantess usually lived with an older, more experienced colleague who acted as her tutor and mentor. Sally-Ann’s mentor had been none other than the mighty Lenine Rozita, giantess-ruler of Gorias. The two of them had become great friends, but since Sally-Ann’s graduation they had barely been in touch. As soon as Lenine saw her, she leaped to her feet and hugged her former protégé.

     “Sally-Ann darling, you look wonderful!” she cried. She did indeed look smart, dressed in a tight slinky blouse and skirt, her bouncy brown hair glistening in the sun.

     “I could say the same about you, Lenine Rozita,” replied Sally-Ann. “What a cute dress - and I love the boots too! I’ll order my people to make me some of those! So how the little pipsqueaks behaving these days?”

    “My people are behaving very well on the whole,” giggled Lenine, “though I’m not sure the same can be said for their leader! I had a bit of fun in Gorias the other day - you know the sort of mischief we giant girls get up to - but my dad heard about it. I had to listen to a lecture on the responsibilities of my size, and of setting a good example to the little people, so I felt no bigger than one of my own kids when it was over!”

     Sally-Ann giggled.

     “That’s why I sent my parents up to Limia, so they don’t find out what I get up to and can’t scold me for it when they do. I can always pretend to be Miss Giant-Goody-Two-Shoes whenever I visit them! Let’s sit down, shall we?”

     The two giantesses sat side by side on the hill crest before continuing their conversation. By now, a fair number of little people had also gathered to hear Sally-Ann’s news. Sally-Ann, however, was more anxious to know about Lenine’s family.

     “So how are Lenon and the kids?” she asked. “Does Elenine still want to be one of us?”

     “More than ever,” sighed Lenine. “It’s all I hear about from her - “when I’m a giantess” this and “when I’m a giantess” that. I’m just worried about how she’ll cope if she’s not accepted. She’s convinced that having a giant mom will make it a sure thing; she doesn’t seem to understand she’ll have at least a hundred other young girls to compete with.”

     “I know how she feels,” said Sally-Ann. “I remember how much I used to dream of being a giantess. I never doubted for a minute that I’d become one, even when I went for selection and saw all those other girls.”

     “Now that you’ve achieved that, what do you dream about now?” asked Lenine.

     “I don’t do so much dreaming now that my dream’s come true,” replied Sally-Ann. “But when I do dream it’s mostly about boys. Now I’m a giantess-ruler I want to have a tiny consort to keep me company! But speaking of boys, how are those little scamps of yours? Still cute enough to eat?”

     “They’re little scamps all right!” agreed Lenine. “I’m forever reading them the riot act about playing round my feet; they seem to think that because I’m they’re my sons I can’t tread on them! One of these days they’re going to get squashed under Mom’s high-heeled boot, with only themselves to blame!”

     “I miss playing with those boys,” said Sally-Ann. “I make friends with a lots tiny children in my own territory, but those kids are special! Do they ever talk about me?”

     Lenine laughed.

     “For months it was “Miss Sally-Ann this” and “Miss Sally-Ann that”! “I wonder what Miss Sally-Ann’s doing today!” “I bet Miss Sally-Ann’s crushing a whole rebel city right now!” I was beginning to think I’d dropped to second place in the Giantess League Tables!”

     Awww Lenine!” said Sally-Ann. “I don’t want to take your place! I’m sure they love you the most really!”

     “Well.....” said Lenine, grinning, “I told them that if I ever heard “Miss Sally-Ann” mentioned more than three times a day, I’d take them to Miss Sally-Ann’s house at dinner time and drop them into Miss Sally-Ann’s soup when she wasn’t looking!”

     Sally-Ann gasped, then burst out laughing at the mental picture of the boys swimming for their lives, being caught up in her own gigantic soup-spoon and swallowed alive.

     “You’re a wicked girl Lenine!” she said. “They’d have more than enough of Miss Sally-Ann then as  they disappeared down her pretty throat!”

     The two giantesses continued to chat, and Sally-Ann explained why she was in the area.

     “There have been a lot of barbarian raids in the northern part of my territory,” she said. “Last week I demoted all my generals and took command of the army myself. I’ve been supervising the building of some new fortifications - it’s boring work, but if I’m there at least I’ll know it’s done properly and my people will be safe.”

     “You’re a credit to me Sally-Ann,” said Lenine. “Not every giant girl would be so conscientious! A few times I’ve tried commanding fleets and armies myself, but I’m afraid I usually do it the easy way: Give my admirals and generals their orders and let them get on with it.”

     In actual fact, Lenine’s first attempt to command the navy had come close to disaster. She told the story to Sally-Ann now, who shrieked with laughter.

     “It happened when I was fifteen,” she said, “In my first month as a giantess, still on probation, and terrified I was going to be shrunk back down at any time. So to impress my mentor, Mrs. Jackson, I decided to put her navy - which was anchored just offshore - through a few manoeuvres. Dressed in a bikini (which must have given the sailors something to talk about!) I waded out to the fleet and announced that as Assistant High Admiral I was taking command. I then ordered all the ships to weigh anchor, up sails, and follow me.

     “Naturally they obeyed me - they had no choice. I may have been the new girl in town, but I was still a giantess and had absolute authority over mere-mortals like them. However I made the poor decision of wading upwind, forcing the ships to tack. So when I looked over my shoulder I saw them heading northward, in what I thought was the wrong direction!

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     “`Oops!` I said. “Sorry, little guys!”

     “I felt certain that this disaster would cost me my giantess status. Furthermore, to have lived as an ordinary-sized girl knowing that my boobs had sunk several ships seemed unbearable! I needn’t have worried. Carrie Jackson, my giantess-mentor found the story immensely amusing and she even praised me for my enthusiasm! However, she did ask me to keep away from her navy in future!”

     As she finished her tale, a new thought came to Lenine’s mind.

     “Sally-Ann, darling,” she said, once her friend had stopped laughing. “Have you ever heard of a man called Eremon?”

     Sally-Ann suddenly became very serious.

     “Why?” she asked. “Where have you heard of him?”

     “I’ve more than heard of him,” replied Lenine. “I’ve met him. He’s in my domain now.”

     “Gosh,” said Sally-Ann. “If he’s the same Eremon I’ve heard so much about, he’s got quite a story to tell!”

 

Chapter 3: Lenine’s Decision

 

     Lenine and Sally-Ann were now seated in plush, giant-sized chairs in the main sitting room of Lenine’s palace. Lenine had dismissed all her servants, and ordered that they were to be left quite alone. Sally-Ann had warned her that her news about Eremon was not for the tiny people’s ears!

     Once Lenine had explained how Eremon and his followers had arrived in her domain, Sally-Ann told her tale:

     “In the city where I was born,” she began, “there’s a story that in another time - and maybe not even in this world - there was a terrible monster called the Kraken. It devoured people by the thousand, decimated cities and laid waste to kingdoms. One very wise king called Eremon resolved to save some his people from the monster. Most of them had already been killed, but a few still survived in the capital city of his kingdom. Knowing that the monster was approaching he resolved to outwit it; he had all his subjects leave the city and in their place he put scarecrows - just empty clothes stuffed with straw. He filled the streets with them, so that to the casual observer the deserted city looked like a bustling metropolis. When the Kraken arrived it proceeded to destroy the city, thinking it was well populated, and meanwhile the citizens were escaping.

     “The Kraken soon discovered it had been fooled, but by then the people had flown - on board two ships - with Eremon as their leader. For many years they have travelled from land to land. They are ever wary, for they know that the Kraken is still hunting them. Many generations have come and gone, but their leader has always been called Eremon, in honour of the king who led them from the jaws of death.”

     There was a long silence as Sally-Ann brought her tale to a close.

     “You’re a good story teller,” said Lenine. “You used to keep the kids enthralled with tales like that, but how do we know these are the same people? Just because their leader’s called Eremon doesn’t prove......”

     “Maybe not Lenine,” said Sally-Ann. “But it would explain why they want to be protected. Who better than a giantess to defend them from the Kraken if it caught up with them?”

     “Exactly what is this Kraken like?” asked Lenine. “How big is it?”

     “I don’t know,” admitted Sally-Ann. “I believe it’s some sort of serpent or dragon, or maybe a giant bat, but I can’t be sure. I’ve no idea how big it is. No mortal army could stand up to it, so it could even be as big as us. Or bigger!”

     Lenine shuddered. For all her fine qualities, she was not used to dealing with things bigger than herself.

     “So,” she said, “if I let these people stay I run the risk of this Kraken finding them - and laying waste to my territory - and maybe even injuring me!”

     “You’d better send them away then,” said Sally-Ann. “You must put your own people first - not to mention yourself!”

     “If I did that, they’d surely petition some other giantess to protect them,” objected Lenine. “Then her subjects would be massacred instead of mine!”

     “We could warn the other girls!”

     “Yes - but they might not heed the warning. And even if they did, Eremon’s people would then have no protection at all and the Kraken would sooner or later get them! In that case it would be kinder for me to destroy them myself, now.”

     “Kind of a lose-lose situation,” sighed Sally-Ann. “But you’re right! For the good of all your other subjects, it looks like you’ve got to sacrifice Eremon’s people. You’ve just go to decide whether to do it yourself or to let the Kraken do it for you!”

     For a few moments Lenine was silent. Then she suddenly looked up. Her eyes twinkled.

     “There may be another way.....” she said.

    It was now almost midday, and Lenine and Sally-Ann were both hungry! Lenine summoned her husband and children, and the seven of them had a pleasant meal on the veranda, overlooking a spectacular mountain valley. It was a beautiful day, and the glaciers on the high peaks shone in the sunlight. Lenon, George, Harry, Benjy and Elenine sat at a tiny table, set on top of the much larger table at which Lenine and Sally-Ann were seated. The children were excited to see Sally-Ann again and badgered her with questions about her new life: How were her new subjects behaving? Had she squashed any rebellions? How many boyfriends did she have, and was she going to marry any of them?

      “I can’t wait till I’m a giantess too, Miss Sally-Ann!” said Elenine excitedly. “Then I’ll walk over and visit you every day! We’ll have so much fun together!”

     “I’ll look forward to that, Elenine,” said Sally-Ann with a smile. After her talk with Lenine that morning she was anxious not to raise her daughter’s hopes, but the excitement in the tiny girl’s eyes made it difficult; deep down she felt almost certain that Elenine was destined to follow in her mother’s gigantic footsteps!

     When at last they’d finished their coffee, the two giantesses rose from the table.

     “Sally-Ann and I are just off down to Gorias,” said Lenine, blowing her family a kiss. “We’ll be back later.”

     “Can we come too, mom?” asked Benjy.

     “No darling, you’ve got your schoolwork to do,” said Lenine. “And the same goes for the rest of you kids - I want to see a big improvement in your grades, or you’ll be painting my toenails for a month!”

     Ignoring her children's sulky looks, she led Sally-Ann back into the house.

     “You still haven’t told me what you’ve decided about Eremon,” said Sally, once they were alone.

     “I’ve not quite know myself,” admitted Lenine. “But I can see a way in which we might outwit the Kraken ourselves. You see, at the moment it knows what it’s looking for - two shiploads of wandering people. If we get rid of the ships, and make the people look like settled townsfolk, it might not recognise them and move on.”

     “Good idea Lenine - but it’s a bit risky isn’t it?”

     “A good leader always knows when to take a chance,” said Lenine with a smile. “You should know that yourself, young lady! Are you ready to go?”

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Elenine and Benjy in the palm of Mom’s hand.
     The two girls strolled back down to Gorias - first through the foothills of the mountains, then past miniature towns and villages, farms and forests, all dotted with tiny peasant-folk who bowed or curtseyed to them as they passed. The journey would have taken any of Lenine’s subjects two days, but Lenine and Sally-Ann covered the distance in twenty minutes.

     Lenine, I just can’t get over the story you told me this morning,” giggled Sally-Ann as they walked. “Fancy sinking half the Jacksonian navy with your boobs! I know it was an accident, but it was still pretty cool! Imagine all those tiny little sailors, all trying to climb onto your bikini! It’s just too delicious!”

     “It was kinda cool as it turned out,” agreed Lenine, blushing slightly. “I must have made quite an impression on those sailors, because as soon as I’d got them safely back to land several of them proposed to me!”

     “Gosh....did you accept?”

     Naaaa!” laughed Lenine. “I wasn’t ready to get married, and in any case I had a boyfriend. But who knows? If I had lost my giant size because of the incident, and if Lenon had broken up with me, I might have had a future as a sailor’s wife!”

     “In any case it’s priceless,” sighed Sally-Ann. “If only I had a story like that to tell!”

     “Well....” said Lenine, grinning, “there was the time you made all the little people join your keep-fit classes! It was a nice idea, but.....”

     “Don’t remind me of that, please!” groaned Sally-Ann. That particular project had ended in disaster when the giantess-instructor had accidentally dropped her exercise weights, and the resulting earthquake had caused a landslide. “I destroyed four of your villages that day! I rescued most of the people, but I bet they still think I’m a ditz!”

     Awwww.....you’d only been a giantess for two weeks!” said Lenine. “You had to learn through your mistakes, just as I did. It takes any girl time to adjust to being this huge!”

     Lenine and Sally-Ann stepped carefully through the miniature streets of Gorias, and made their way to the harbour. Standing on the tiny docks, they could see Eremon’s ships anchored out in the bay.

     “I wonder what they’re saying to each other right now,” whispered Sally-Ann. “They must be very vulnerable out there. At any time the Kra.....”

     Shhh!” said Lenine. “We don’t want anyone else knowing about that right now.”

     “So how are you going to get a message to him? We’re hardly dressed to go swimming! Will he hear you if you shout?”

     “I’ll send a boat, silly,” giggled Lenine. “I’m not in the habit of shouting - didn’t I teach you anything about being a lady? You there....”

     Lenine had spotted a group of sailors walking across the docks in the direction of the inn. Placing her mighty boot across their path, she began to give orders.

     “Get a boat and sail out to those two ships,” she commanded. “The ones anchored in the bay. Ask for a man called Eremon, and give him the following message: Her Excellency the Giantess Lenine Rozita requires that he bring both his ships into land and beach them north of the city. He’s then to disembark all his people, and then await further instructions from Her Excellency. Have you got that, you little pipsqueaks?”

     “Yes, Mrs. Rozita ma’am,” said the petty-officer, saluting. It was rare for Lenine to give such impromptu instructions to men off duty, unless it was to paint her toenails or to perform some similar task. Neither did she often phrase messages in such formal language! It was clear that important matters of state were afoot!

     “Well of you go then!” said Mrs. Rozita with a tap of her gigantic foot. All of them saluted her, then rushed to commandeer the nearest boat. Lenine turned back to her friend and sighed.

     “Well,” she said., “if this turns out to be a mistake, it’ll certainly put my navy-sinking adventure into the shade! We’ll just have to wait and see!”

 

 

Chapter 4: A Warm Welcome

 

     Something dark and immeasurably vast glided beneath the surface of the ocean. All its senses were tingling; it knew that its quarry was very near. It had been hunting this prey for centuries, through many seas of many worlds, but for a creature that had lived many millennia this was not a long chase. And it would soon be at an end.

     With the force of a tsunami, the Kraken broke the surface. It breathed deeply as it surveyed the distant line of mountains. This world was somehow different from the others it had visited - there was a feeling of power here - of feminine power. Not that the beast thought in those terms; it was as sexless as the ocean slime from which it had congealed many aeons before. But here was something different - something special - something whose significance it was unable to compute.

     It was no matter - it knew what it had come to find. With a swirl of tentacles, the beast  sank into the inky depths......

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     Captain Patrick Lenos was fifty years old, and had lived an interesting life. In his youth he had been a soldier, a sailor, an adventurer, but had later returned to his home town to begin a family. He had married Nina Jotuna, his childhood sweetheart, who had soon borne him a daughter: They had named her Lenine, after the heroine of an ancient story which they both loved.

     Sadly, Lenine was not a year old before her mother died. It was a dark time for Captain Lenos, but not without it’s comforts; the love he held for his wife, he now lavished upon his young daughter who grew more beautiful each day. How happy he’d been as he’d watch her blossom into the most beautiful young woman in town! How proud he’d felt the day she’d been selected to become a giantess! He knew her mother would have been proud too!

     Nina had spent several months as a giantess herself, but had not graduated from probation. She hadn’t been overly disappointed; giant size had been an enjoyable experience, but she’d lacked the powers of leadership needed to be an effective ruler. Nevertheless, she’d hoped that her daughter would one day be selected, and would succeed where she had failed.

     Giantess candidates were selected on the basis of intelligence, physical beauty and personality. They came from right across the social spectrum; while Sally-Ann had been a princess in her own country and Lenine was of noble family, others had began their lives as peasant girls or housemaids. When a girl was selected for giantesshood her former rank was forgotten, as any giantess outranks the highest in the land!

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Giantess candidates were selected on the basis of intelligence, physical beauty and personality.(Here a young girl is selected from her Academy class to receive temporary giantess size.)
     Though Lenine now infinitely outranked her father (as she did all mere-mortals) she was still every inch the deferential daughter. She respected his advice, and often sought it before making important decisions. He was indeed a useful counsellor; he was the only man in all her queendom who dared to contradict her, or even scold her when he thought she was wrong!

     Lenos knew his mighty daughter better than she knew herself: Though she’d been a giantess for twelve years, she was still a young girl - only twenty seven - and had a tendency to run wild from time to time. Sometimes when she “let her hair down” and went on a “mayhem spree” (as was a giantess’ prerogative!) he’d lecture her on the responsibilities of her giant size, and how she shouldn’t treat her tiny subjects as playthings! She’d flutter her huge eyelids and answer “Yes Daddy” and  No Daddy”, but they both knew she’d soon be up to mischief again! Deep down he loved her the way she was, and wouldn’t have wished her any different!

     “So Daddy,” she asked him, once she had outlined her plan to help Eremon. “What do you think?”

     “Well darling,” said Captain Lenos. “I hope Eremon knows what he’s getting into! I’m not sure who he should be more afraid of - you or the Kraken?”

     Lenine pursed her giant lips in annoyance.

     “Daddy, can’t you be more helpful?”

     “Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughed. “You’re a good, kind girl wanting to help these waifs - you were just the same with injured birds when you were little! And it sounds like you’ve thought things through and made your mind up. Remember, Lenine, we all belong to you now - it’s up to you to decide what’s best for us - and for yourself!”

     Lenine smiled down at him, looking so tiny in the palm of her hand. It was so like him to remind her she was a tyrant, having so recently criticised her for acting like one!

     “I don’t want anyone else knowing about this, Daddy,” she said. “I don’t want the people of Gorias panicking!”

     She set him carefully down at her feet, where her three sons were playing. They were trying to play a game of soccer, using their mother’s right heel-arch as a goal, but it was far too wide to be  effectively defended.

     “What’s a Kraken, Mom?” asked Benjy.

     Lenine realised she had slipped up; she had been talking to her father in the Lenosian language of her homeland, but now remembered that the boys were studying this at school. The damage was done - but it was not serious.

     “Nothing for you to worry about darling,” she said gently. “It won’t come here, and even if it does Mommy will protect you.”

     The boys returned to their game without a further thought. With a giantess for a mother, they had learned never to be afraid of anything!

 

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     Marc Eremon sighed as he watched his new leader approach. Apart from being the largest woman he had ever seen, Lenine Rozita was also the most beautiful; she was young, gorgeously slim and pretty, and while she radiated kindness, there was also a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. It was fortunate, he reflected, that he knew she was happily married; he was head-over-heels in love with her, and might otherwise have made a fool of himself!

     Since receiving Lenine’s orders, Eremon had not been idle. He had grounded both his ships at high tide before hauling them further inland still. They were now permanently beached on dry sand, and he had a feeling that they would never go to sea again. During the following hours, the people had unloaded all their belongings and formed a loose assembly south of the ships. Some had lit campfires and cooked their last morsels of food, but most had been to nervous to think of eating; for all they knew they were about to be eaten themselves, by their new hostess!

     But finally the waiting was over. Mrs. Rozita, dressed in a loose cargo skirt and high-heeled boots stood towering over the camp. She smiled down at them, her eyes twinkling.

     “I bet you little pipsqueaks want to know what I’m going to do with you,” she said. “Where’s that Eremon?”

     Eremon, who was standing somewhere near Lenine’s left foot, caught her attention by waving a white banner. She picked him up and set him in the palm of her hand.

     “Are both the ships unloaded?” she asked.

     “Yes, Mrs. Rozita,” replied Eremon.

     “And everybody disembarked?”

     “Yes, ma’am.”

     Lenine carefully transferred him to her shoulder, then stepped over the entire crowd of people to where the ships were beached. Stooping down, she picked up one vessel in each hand, snapping the anchor chains as though they were cotton threads. She examined the ships closely: They were beautifully built and maintained, and it seemed a terrible shame to destroy them; they would have served well in her navy, or even as ornaments in her palace. But this was a necessary demonstration of her strength! Closing her mighty fingers around the toy ships, she crushed them both to splinters.

     The tiny people looked up in horror as the two vessels which had been their home for generations were reduced to matchwood. Though Lenine had been careful not to let wreckage fall on them, they all now felt that she meant them harm. Her next act would surely be to crush them too!

     “Now then,” said Lenine in a businesslike tone. “I’ve now decided what I’m going to do with you little squimps. I’m prepared to continue being your leader and protector, but in return you must understand what this will involve.”

     So great was the feeling of relief that everyone cheered - and some wept. Others ran up to her feet and kissed her platform soles - or even jumped up upon them and hugged her toes. She could hear Eremon on her shoulder singing her praises.

     “Wait till you’ve heard the rest of it,” said Lenine gravely. “You must understand that my authority over you will be absolute and unlimited. You’ll have no rights other than those I give you, and I can take away those rights without notice and whenever it pleases me. You must always obey me, live where and how I tell you. I, in turn, may do exactly as I please with you, whenever I choose. I could, for example, eat you all for breakfast if I had a whim to do so.”

     She paused for a moment to let these words sink in. This was all common knowledge to her existing subjects, but these newcomers needed to be taught the facts. Plucking Eremon from her shoulder, she set him back in her left palm.

     “Well?” she said to him. “Are we all in agreement?”

     Your Excellency,” he replied, bowing to her. “You are a truly good and noble lady, and we are all deeply grateful for your kindness. We are all eternally at your service.”

     “I’m glad to hear that!” giggled Lenine. “If you hadn’t agreed, I would have squashed the whole lot of you right here and now!  Don’t think I’m joking! A giant girl has a lot of responsibility, even if she is only answerable to herself! Don’t get me wrong.....I enjoy very much being this size, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything, but sometimes I need to be a cruel giantess if I’m to keep my people’s respect. Don’t you forget that!

     Lenine unbuttoned the side pockets of her skirt and began to load people inside. She was used to carrying large populations around her domain and knew exactly how to stow them. With four hundred men, women and children in each pocket, she began to tuck more into her waistband, and still more into her blouse pockets. The last fifty - mostly children - she allowed to ride on her shoulders, using strands of her hair as safety lines.

     “Where are you taking us, Your Honour?” asked an excited boy on her left shoulder. Lenine giggled.

     “You’ll soon see, little one!” she replied. “And my name’s Mrs. Rozita - nobody calls me Your Honour except when I’m sitting as judge!”

     Ten minutes walk brought Lenine to a beautiful green valley, in the middle of which stood the most unusual collection of buildings. They had once formed an army fort, but this had been decommissioned soon after Lenine arrived. (A country ruled by a giantess has no need of a large army.) Though it had fallen into a state of decrepitude, Lenine had conscripted thousands of workers from across her empire and ordered them to renovate it as a civilian town.

     “This,” said Lenine, once she had unloaded all her passengers and set them down at her feet, “is your new home.”

     Released from the warm comfortable darkness of her skirt pockets, the people blinked in disbelief. This pretty, brightly-painted town was an amazing piece of work; it could only have been achieved so quickly under a giantess’ supervision.

     “Go on!” she said, giggling at their amazement. “Explore it! It’s your home!”

     Cheering and waving, full of gratitude to their giant young benefactress, the people swarmed through the gates. They named it Rozitaville, after their new leader, and found it had room enough for everyone. All they needed was there - food, shelter, grain for planting, livestock - everything to make a new life for themselves under Lenine’s rule.

     “Just one more thing,” said Lenine presently. Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened to her, dreading that some “catch” was about to be revealed.

            “If you’re going to be my subjects,” she continued, “you’ve got a great deal to learn - about me, and about giantesses in general. Tomorrow morning, at nine o’clock, school starts!”

     With a mysterious smile on her lips, she turned and walked away up the valley. The people looked after her, wondering what on earth she had meant!

Chapter 5: A Lesson from a Giantess

 

    Lenon Rozos and Lenine Lenita[1] had been childhood sweethearts. When they’d first met, Lenon had been fifteen and Lenine only twelve. With her stunning beauty and prospects of giantesshood, Lenine was a most desirable bride but Lenon had not rushed her. They had dated as friends for over a year before declaring their love, by which time he was - apart from her father - her chief supporter. He encouraged her, built her up, told her - time and time again - that she deserved to succeed. When she’d finally been selected, and given giant size on a probationary basis, he’d felt like the happiest man alive!

     During the months that followed, Lenon had had two worries: The first was that Lenine would fail her probation (as girls did from time to time). To become a giantess had been Lenine’s one driving ambition, and he dreaded to think how his girlfriend would cope with being tiny again. His second worry was that Lenine - now that she thousands of tiny men at her command - would lose interest in him and find some other little playmate.

     He needn’t have worried on either score. In spite of a certain naval disaster (which had, indeed, made her something of a heroine!), Lenine had proved to be the best pupil her giantess-mentor had ever had. She passed her probation with flying colours and was given the great territory of Gorias to rule. Secondly, her devotion to her tiny boyfriend was greater than he had ever supposed: On the day of her graduation he had proposed to her, and on her sixteenth birthday she’d become Mrs. Lenine Rozita.

     That had been eleven years ago, and even now their marriage was growing stronger. This morning though, Lenon seemed worried. He paced back and forth between the lipsticks and pots of nail-varnish which littered the dressing table, while Lenine brushed her long golden hair. He seemed worried about the newcomers in general, and in particular about what his wife had planned for them that morning.

    “I don’t know what you’re so worried about, Lenon,” she said. “These people need to learn how to live under my rule, and I’m going to teach them!”

     “Yes, darling,” said her husband, “but I’ve a pretty good idea what sort of lessons you’ve got planned. It’s one thing to play rough with your existing subjects - they know what you’re like and love you for it - but you’ll scare these newcomers half to death!”

     Lenine pursed her gigantic lips; she was both irritated and amused. Though he’d been married to her for over a decade, Lenon rarely presumed to criticise her - unless he’d been browbeaten by a certain somebody else!

     “You’ve been talking to Daddy, haven’t you?” she said. “Well you can tell him not to worry. Till Eremon finds his feet, I’ll be the kindest, gentlest giantess who ever lived!”

     She picked up Lenon between her thumb and forefinger and gave him a full-body kiss.

     “Time for me to go darling,” she said. “I promise I’ll be good!”

     With a giggle, she set him down at her feet and set off for Rozitaville.

     Lenine smiled to herself as she strolled through the tiny foothills. Despite her father’s scolding and her husband’s fretting, she knew she was a well-adjusted giantess. She had learned how to balance harshness, gentleness and playful mayhem-making; to enjoy her giant size whilst also cherishing, disciplining and protecting her tiny subjects. Though her existing people took her ways for granted, the newcomers needed to be taught the facts - that their lives now revolved around their giantess, and that their primary purpose in life was to give her pleasure!

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“Compared to me, you’re no more than tiny insects,” said Lenine sweetly. “I can crush you as easily as you crush ants!”
     The people of Rozitaville cheered as Lenine approached. She seated herself beside the city gates and ordered the population to assemble before her. They quickly obeyed, anxious to please their new leader: Her generosity had brought them refuge from the Kraken, and they were eager to start repaying her kindness.

     “OK, you little shrimps,” she said, once they were all present. “Now that you’re my subjects, you’re going to have to adapt to my ways. I’ll cut you some slack to begin with, but I’ll soon expect the same from you as from all my other people. Is that clear?”

     “Yes, Mrs. Rozita,” chorused tiny class. Lenine smiled sweetly at them.

     “OK, let’s begin,” she said. “Compared to me, you’re all really no more than tiny insects. I can crush you underfoot as easily as you can crush ants. Never forget that! Now I don’t want to tread on my loyal people, but neither do I want to walk on tiptoe whenever I visit your town. You’re therefore going to have to learn to get out of my way whenever you see me coming. That’s what you’re going to start practising today!”

     And so they began: It was quite a subtle skill, but one which could be mastered with practice. Lenine’s existing subjects were so familiar with their leader’s idiosyncrasies that they could usually sense when she was about to move her feet, and judge where her steps were likely to fall. Thus, though Lenine frequently walked through crowded cities, she trod on remarkably few of her people.

     It was hard work, but Lenine was a patient teacher and her students were eager to please her. At noon, she finally gave them a break and sat down to talk to Eremon.

     “This is so very kind of you ma’am,” he said, as she set him on her huge knee. “To spend your time on us like this.”

    “I’m enjoying it, little one!” she laughed. “It reminds me of when I first came to rule Gorias. The people had never had a giantess-leader then - I had to whip them all into shape, same as I’m doing for you!

     “Still,” she continued. “Then I was just a sixteen-year-old airhead who thought she knew it all! I made a lot of goof-ups, which I’m not planning to repeat with you lot! Tell you what - let’s have a working lunch together, just you and me. I think the two of us have some unfinished business to discuss!”

 

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     Shortly, Eremon and Lenine were seated alone in the palace dining room, Eremon at a tiny table and chair on top of Lenine’s table. He had never before seen a giantess eat; he marvelled at the way she devoured a dozen roast oxen in one mouthful, yet in such a dainty and ladylike manner. He marvelled still more when she told him she was dieting! (She already had a gorgeous figure, but she intended to keep it that way!) Everything about Lenine was beautiful, and his love for her grew stronger than ever!

     “Marc, I have a question for you,” she said as the two of them were sipping coffee. She had begun calling him by his first name halfway through lunch, but had not yet invited him to call her “Lenine”.

     “What is it, Mrs. Rozita ma’am?” asked Eremon dreamily. He knew that Lenine was happily married, and that there was no real hope of going beyond friendship with her, but he also knew how to enjoy a fantasy.

     “When were you planning to tell me about the Kraken?”

     Eremon’s face fell. In the space of those ten words, all his hopes of the protection, friendship - even the love - of Lenine fell into ashes. He looked blankly up at her.

     “The Kraken, ma’am?” he asked, stupidly.

     Lenine’s expression had changed. She still looked gorgeous, but her beauty was now very different; it was the fierce beauty of a furious goddess, looking down at a tiny mortal who had displeased her. Though she spoke calmly, Eremon could sense the seething ire in her voice.

     “Yes,” she said simply. “The Kraken.”

     “How long have you known about the Kraken?”

     Plucking up the unhappy Eremon, she held him to her face. Her pretty blue eyes burned with anger.

     “One thing you’ll have to learn, you little worm, is that when a giantess asks you a question she expects you to answer her. I’ll overlook it just this once. Now, why didn’t you tell me about the Kraken?”

     Clamped between Lenine’s mighty thumb and forefinger, Eremon was finding it hard to breathe. Nevertheless, he managed to croak out an answer.

     “We thought.....we thought you’d not protect us.....ma’am. We thought you might even destroy us yourself.”

     “Now listen to me, you miserable little maggot,” said Lenine severely. “If you ever try to hide something like this from me again, I’ll stomp your pretty little town to matchwood and send the few of you who survive to work in the salt mines. You’re very lucky you came to me first - not all of my girlfriends are as soft hearted as I am! Any other giantess would have squashed the lot of you if you’d tried to deceive her like this!”

     Her expression softened: She set Eremon down in the palm of her hand before continuing.

     “To answer your question, Eremon,” she said in a milder tone, “I already knew about the Kraken when I decided to let you live here. I just wanted to give you a chance to tell me about it yourself. Now I know you’re worried about your people’s safety, but you must understand that they’re not your people any more - they’re mine! I’m their leader now, and it’ll be me who’ll decide what’s best for them. Understood?”

     Eremon looked - and felt - wretched, but his admiration for Lenine filled him with a kind of joy.

     “Mrs. Rozita - Your Excellency - ma’am,” he began. “You are a truly great and generous giantess. You have shown such kindness to us, who are so much smaller and weaker than you. Thank you, kind lady. We won’t let you down again.”

     At last, Lenine allowed herself to smile.

     “You’d better not, little man!” said she.

Chapter 6: A Shadow on the Ocean

 

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They had found a safe haven behind the skirts of a beautiful and mighty goddess.
     Exactly what had transpired between Eremon and Lenine during their lunch date, nobody ever discovered. But most people made an educated guess: It had seemed incredible that with her immense size and strength, the mighty Mrs. Lenine Rozita should not possess an equally titanic intellect. How could they possibly have kept her in the dark forever? Especially about such a vital subject as the Kraken!

     Wild rumours were soon spreading about Lenine; it was said that she could read little-people’s minds. While this made them somewhat nervous of her, it also reconfirmed the value of her protection. Surely even the Kraken was no match for their new goddess!

     But as Lenine was still kindness itself towards them, their nervousness soon faded. However angry she might have been with Eremon, it was clear that she had forgiven him. Time and time again they would tell her how kind, how lovely, how generous she was, and though she enjoyed the flattery she knew it wasn’t good for her; her good intentions might be tested any day by the arrival of a rampaging sea monster! But the people had no such worries; they had found a safe haven from the world of Krakens, behind the skirts of a beautiful and mighty goddess. They fell into a regular and happy routine of work, learning and rest.

     The thing they enjoyed best, and looked forward to most each day was, their morning lesson with Lenine. They all worked very hard, and Lenine was extremely pleased with them: In a few short weeks they had learned to anticipate her footsteps and to move nimbly out of her way. She could walk comfortably from one side of Rozitaville to the other without squashing anyone or stepping awkwardly to avoid doing so. When her students made particularly good progress, Lenine rewarded them by teaching them games she’d invented. These were games a giant lady could play with her tiny subjects; though the giantess was always bound to win, they were greatly enjoyed by everyone involved!

     There was therefore a certain disappointment the day Lenine announced that her class was nearly ready to graduate. They all felt sure they’d miss their giant girl professor, so pretty, patient and kind.

     “Don’t be sad, little ones,” she said with a wink and a smile. “I’ll still come and play with you sometimes, though I may play a little rougher with you now you’re no longer freshmen, so watch out!”

     To cheer them up, Lenine decided to give everyone a half-holiday, and to take her twelve favourite students for an afternoon at the beach. She first took them home, ordered her servants to find beachwear for them, then changed into a bikini herself.

     Lenine’s tiny guests gasped when they saw her. A giantess bikini-babe is always a sight to behold, especially when she’s as ravishing and voluptuous as Lenine. Scooping them up in her hand, she set six of them on each shoulder, ordering them to hold onto her bikini-straps.Then, slipping on a pair of sunglasses, she strolled south-eastward to her favourite beach at Holgesta.

     All of her tiny passengers were young - eight boys and four girls, aged between sixteen and twenty five. Over the last few weeks, Lenine had become especially fond of these particular kids. They were the ones she’d usually chat to before and after class and during rest breaks. She’d enjoyed their friendship, and wanted to give them a special treat.

     They were a mixed bunch: Jez and Mac were both incorrigible jokers, who forever had Lenine in giggles. Lena was a shy, pretty sixteen-year-old, whom Lenine had helped bring out of her shell, while Tina, Jenny and Emma were at the other end of the spectrum. They were loud, gaudy and boy-crazy, but had hearts of gold! Rob, Mike and Eric were strong, handsome, athletic types; they were constantly admired by the girls, but had somehow always avoided long-term relationships. Steve and Tim were a very ordinary pair of guys (but Lenine liked them nonetheless) and Frank - the youngest of them all - was as timid as a mouse. Nurturing his friendship had been a particular challenge for Lenine, but he had eventually opened up to her and was now her favourite student of all!

     Though the Eremonites were a seafaring people, they had little conception of the seashore as a place of recreation. Most of their lives had been spent either onboard ship, or else scratching out an existence on islands and peninsulas. The sea itself - the home of the Kraken - was a thing of dread to them. And yet - with the mighty Lenine to protect them - they began to see its possibilities. Very soon they were splashing about, ducking each other in the waves, playing soccer and volleyball with screams of delight. Lenine had even brought a tiny surfboard and taught the boys how to use it. (Rob turned out to be the best surfer.)  At length she left them to it; Stretching her beautiful body lengthways across the beach, she drifted into a happy doze. For over an hour, as her tiny friends played, Giantess Lenine Rozita dreamed happy dreams.

     Lenine awoke and sensed danger. There was a strange coldness in the air, and she could hear her tiny friends shouting. They were calling to her for help.

     She sat up and looked about her. The air was still, eerily silent, and something was wrong with the ocean. Though the sky was cloudless and the sun as bright as ever, there was a dark shadow upon the water. With a feeling of dread in her stomach, she rose to her feet. What on earth was happening?

     Then she noticed it. The sea was rapidly retreating, faster than any natural tide. That could mean only one thing! Lifting her eyes to the horizon, she saw the approaching wave-wall.

     She reached down to her tiny frightened friends.

     “Quick!” she cried. “Into my hand! Now!”

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Then she noticed it; The sea was rapidly retreating, faster than any natural tide….
     The twelve youngsters leaped into Lenine’s palm and she lifted them out of harm’s way. As the tsunami swept over her ankles, she caught the first glimpse of the object - or creature - which had caused it. It was large - very large - like a great green island surging towards the shore. A great yellow “something” sparkled upon its summit.

     The others had seen it too.

     “Miss Rozita, look!” shouted Lena. “The Kraken!”

    Lenine looked on in dismay; the beast was indeed larger than herself. Had she been a normal-sized woman, the Kraken would have corresponded to a very large man. And yet it resembled neither man nor woman - nor any creature she had ever seen. True, the legs it walked upon were roughly human, but they were accompanied by many other appendages, some not unlike the tentacles of a squid. Its torso was scaly, like the body of a snake, while large leathery flaps projected from its sides. (It was easy to understand how Sally-Ann’s “serpent” and “giant bat” stories had arisen.) It had no real equivalent to arms, just a series of pink tendrils protruding from its chest: They writhed horribly, like a nest of worms. It’s head was composed almost entirely of mouth, glistening with metallic teeth. A huge lidless eye stood upon its crown.

     Glaring at the strange being in its path, it hesitated, the waves churning at its knees. After a few moments it spoke, its voice sounding neither male nor female. Lenine, who was fluent in many languages, was able to understand it.

     “Who and what are you?” it said in a deathly rasp. “You look like a human girl, but I never saw one so large. Do you inhabit this world?”

     Though she was afraid, Lenine was a born leader. Her beautiful head stood erect and defiant as she faced the monster. Never had she looked more like a heroine......or a goddess!

     “My name is Lenine Rozita,” she said. “I am a giantess. I am the ruler of this land, and all the people here are mine. I order you to depart!”

     The beast wavered, unsure of its ground. The sensation it had felt when it first surfaced in this ocean was stronger than ever, and it discerned that this woman was its source. It was tempted to return to the deeps, to bide its time and make plans. And yet it could feel its prey close....very close.....

     The beast had been so preoccupied with the giantess that it had failed to notice - until now - that she was not alone; she held a group of much smaller humans in the palm of her hand. With an unearthly bellow, it renewed its advance!

     The Kraken had found its prey......

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7: The Battle and What Happened Afterwards

 

     Lenine wondered how she could possibly have been so stupid. Knowing full well that the Kraken was at large, she had brought the Eremonites to the seaside! Worse still, she had fallen asleep, leaving them unguarded! What had possessed her to act so foolishly?

     The answer was all too obvious; she had fallen prey to flattery and become complacent. She had assured herself that the Kraken was smaller and weaker than herself. She had failed to take precautions. She had believed herself to be the mighty saviour her people needed, refusing to accept that she could be challenged. Pride, as always, had come before a fall!

     “I have no quarrel with you, Lenine Rozita!” hissed the beast. “But the people you hold in your hand are mine. Deliver them to me, and I shall not harm you.”

     A tidal wave of terror and disgust rose in Lenine’s breast, threatening to destroy her resolve. Who were these little people to her? Surely, as a giantess, she was more important than them! If she handed them over, maybe the beast would be satisfied. Maybe it would leave her and her other subjects in peace.

     But she could not do it. To sell her friends would have been to betray everything she believed in. They had been faithful to her and worked hard under her instruction. True, they had tried to deceive her, but she had chosen to forgive them. Lenine was a lady, and no true lady would abandon her friends.

     “These people belong to me,” she said. “You shall not have them, nor any of my subjects! Now leave my shores forever!”

     “Stupid girl!” roared the Kraken. “I have pursued these mortals through the oceans of many worlds. I will not give them up at the behest of an overgrown wench!”

     The two giants were now less than a furlong apart; unless one of them retreated, battle seemed inevitable. Though she was an expert at Thunderfire[2] the thought of fighting Kraken disgusted her. But she had no choice.....

     She looked down at her tiny friends in the palm of her hand. All four girls were whimpering with fear, while poor little Frank lay face down, shivering. The other seven didn’t look much happier either! Lenine retreated inland, running barefoot over the smooth grassy hills. She set her companions on a high precipice, then turned to face the Kraken.

    “Why throw your life away, girl?” bellowed the monster. “I am bigger and stronger than you! Give me what is mine and I will spare your life!”

     Lenine sprang like a tigress at her enemy. She struck the beast in the middle of its torso, making it stagger backwards. Its yellow eye now burned an angry red. Lenine struck again, this time with her right foot. There was a sharp crack of what might have been ribs.

     The ferocity of Lenine’s attack had taken the Kraken off guard, but it now retaliated. The squidlike appendages seemed to be its primary weapons. The largest of these caught Lenine a stinging blow across the thigh, drawing blood and knocking her off balance. With the force of an earthquake, the giantess fell.

     With a scream of triumph, the Kraken groped for the tiny people. It would eat them first and deal afterwards with their leader. It was ravenously hungry: For centuries it had lived on fish, whales and giant squid, and it craved the sweet taste of human flesh! It would torture the giantess, make her reveal where the rest of its prey were hiding. She was too large to be devoured herself; she be allowed to live, to become the Kraken’s slave-girl.

     Lenine’s friends watched in dismay as their leader fell, almost crushing them in her fall. She lay still upon the hillside, her head some fifty feet away. The four girls huddled together, sobbing with fear, while the boys made a protective circle around them. It was a futile gesture, but they were determined to go down fighting.

     Young Frank did not join the circle; he was running downhill towards his fallen leader.

     “Miss Lenine!” he shouted through his tears. “Get up....please!”

     Though a timid boy by nature, he had been inspired. That so mighty a goddess as Lenine should value his humble friendship had been a revelation to him. He knew now that he was a person of value, and though he knew he would never be her equal, he had begun to aspire to greatness. Even faced with the Kraken, Lenine had not despaired: She had fought bravely, and fallen in the defence of her friends.

     Now it was his turn. She had not abandoned him, and neither would he desert her! Panting, he stood before her gigantic face. Her eyes were both closed. He grabbed a strand of her hair and pulled it hard.

     “Miss Lenine! Please don’t die! We need you!”

     His heart leaped as her huge eyes began to twitch. She was alive!

     “Miss Lenine!” he cried again. “Save us!”

     Lenine had been stunned, both by the Kraken’s blow and the impact of her fall. Dizzy and disoriented, she lifted her head and blinked.

    “Ma’am! The Kraken is here! Please help!”

     In an instant Lenine was herself again. She sprang nimbly to her feet.

     “Get back with the others, boy!” she commanded. “And stay there!”.

     Though her words were harsh, her eyes blazed with gratitude. With his timely warning, Frank had probably saved her life, and that was not something she was likely to forget!

     Meanwhile the Kraken - which had been savouring its victory with slow deliberation - was still some distance from its quarry. The battle was not yet over; it could still be stopped! With an agile bound she was once more in its path. It bellowed with rage.

    “You will regret this, girl!” it hissed. “You may be a giant, but you are no match for my strength! Give me what is mine....or die!”

     Its tentacles lashed out with renewed violence.

     Lenine was an expert fighter. She quickly got the measure of her opponents, and now she knew how to fight a Kraken! She ducked its stinging tentacles, feinted and struck, mashing the beast’s Torso with her mighty feet. Then came the coup-de-grace: With a swipe of her left foot, she slammed the side of its head. Green ooze spurted from its ghastly eye.

     Though Lenine’s heart was racing, her fear had vanished - all she felt was the thrill of the battle! She was going to kill the Kraken!

     By now the beast was in considerable pain. Though inferior in size and strength, the giantess possessed greater speed and dexterity. In its wounded state the Kraken was no match for her. It began to retreat, bawling threats and insults as it went.

     Lenine watched as it wallowed back into the ocean, unsure whether or not to pursue. She was a good swimmer, but this beast was native to the ocean. In deep water, the advantage would no longer be hers.

     She let it go....

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     Lenine’s companions were ecstatic. The fury of her counterattack transformed their mood. Sobs of despair become screams of delight. They cheered each time Lenine struck, and more loudly than ever as the Kraken retreated. Lenine returned and picked them up in her hand.

     “You were wonderful, Miss Lenine!” called Frank. “You’re fantastic!”

     “Mrs. Rozita ma’am, are you hurt?” asked Lena.

     “A little, darling,” replied Lenine, looking down at her thigh. She took a small first aid kit from her bag, and applied disinfectant to the wound. The others looked on in admiration.

     “I guess I’ll have to wear longer skirts until this heals up,” she said with a giggle.

     “Oh no, Miss Lenine!” cried Emma. “It’ll remind everyone how brave you were! You’ve saved us all!”

     Lenine’s smile faded and she looked out to sea. The Kraken’s wake was still visible on the horizon.

     “I don’t think that’s the end of it, little one,” she said. “I’ve a feeling our friend will be back soon enough!”

     The people of Rozitavill did not share Lenine’s misgivings. On hearing the news, they immediately threw a big celebratory party for their heroine. Though Lenine doubted that she really deserved it, she still attended; it would have been unladylike to refuse. Indeed, she even agreed to wear a miniskirt, so everyone could admire her scars! There was dancing and music, story-telling and feasting, all around the giant young heroine who sat before the city gates. The people even managed to provide their guest of honour with a small snack, in the form of two hundred roast bulls and a thousand gallons of wine!

     Lenine’s children enjoyed the party and especially loved hearing about  their mother’s heroism. They begged her to repeat the story several times, much to the delectation of the Eremonites, who delighted in hearing of the Kraken’s humiliation. Elenine told everyone about the similar adventures she’d have when she became a giantess, and even organised a re-enactment of the battle; she persuaded her brother George to play the Kraken to her Lenine.

     As Lenine strolled home afterwards, her family riding on her left shoulder, Lenos asked the question which had been on his mind all evening:

     “Darling,” he said. “When the Kraken comes back, how angry do you think it will be?”

 

The End?

(Just for now!)

 

© PWND Giantess Publications, 2001.

 



[1] Many Lenosian surnames have separate masculine and feminine forms: Lenine’s surname “Rozita” is the feminine version “Rozos”, her husband’s family name. Before her marriage she was Miss Lenine Lenita, “Lenita” being the feminine equivalent of “Lenos” (her father’s surname and also the name of her home town). Nina Lenita - Lenine’s mother - came from the family of “Jotunos”: Her maiden name was Nina Jotuna.

[2]Thunderfire” was a martial art, similar to kick-boxing, which was practiced by both giantesses and little-people. Young girls aspiring to giantesshood were were trained in Thunderfire, as it was believed to help discipline mind and body. Many giantesses (including Lenine) continued to practice it after graduation as a means of keeping in trim.