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It still didn’t feel real. Sometimes Amanda was afraid to fall asleep, worried that she’d wake up and everything would go back to normal—back to her boring, average self. To her absolute delight, however, her enormous, 11-foot-tall body remained a stubbornly real and constantly demanding part of her life. It dictated the way she moved, the way she spoke, and, increasingly, the way she interacted with those around her. When Amanda was hungry, for example, which she almost always was, it simply wasn’t practical to go to the kitchen herself to get something to eat, much less to cook something. Instead, she’d call for her mother, and her mother would cook something or order something (Amanda didn’t very much care where the calories came from). And when her mother took too long to get her food, or failed to get enough food, Amanda didn’t hesitate to tell her so. After all, if she didn’t eat, she became extremely irritable, and it was in everyone’s best interests to avoid such situations.

Surprisingly, Amanda’s mother acquiesced to her new role without protest. Amanda had expected her mother to be furious when she’d contracted the HERS virus, and it was true that her mom was very, very angry. But she was never angry at Amanda. Instead, she ranted on and on about Amanda’s classmate, Monica, who’d contracted the HERS virus several months back. Even now, in the fitting room of a clothing store for exceptionally large women, Amanda was vaguely aware of her mother pacing back and forth somewhere below her view.

“I swear to God,” Amanda heard her mother saying, “I ought to sue that girl’s parents. And how the school ever let her back only a week after blowing up to the size of King Kong is beyond me.”

Amanda hadn’t told her mother that she’d contracted the HERS virus on purpose. She didn’t see how it could have helped. She’d snuck over to Monica’s house immediately after hearing that she’d gotten HERS. Amanda knew what HERS women were like, but seeing Monica in person, her huge body dwarfing and halfway crushing the sectional sofa in her parent’s living room, her massive legs resting halfway across the room, cemented in her mind that this was what she wanted. It had been a little weird making out with a girl, especially a girl who was twice her own size, but it hadn’t been unpleasant. Plus, it had worked. Less than a month later, Amanda was at home, scrolling through her phone, when she felt it. Even then, she instantly recognized that odd, hollow feeling of intense hunger as the start of her transformation.

Now, Amanda was bigger than Monica Barton. Almost a whole foot taller, and probably a few hundred pounds heavier. And as the tiny women at her sides held the tape measure to her enormous chest, Amanda thought it was a shame she hadn’t grown just a little bit larger. Twelve feet had a nice ring to it.

“OK,” the woman to Amanda’s left said, her little fingers pushing delightfully into Amanda’s breast, “271 centimeters over the bust.”

“2.71 meters,” the blonde woman said, quietly, writing the figure onto her clipboard. “Alright, ladies, we’ll do the waist and hips, next.”

Olivia moved to the next step down her ladder, and steadied herself on the railing as she brought the tape measure over the narrowest part of the girl’s waist. It was a bit awkward, because she had to push her hands up under the girl’s breasts to the get the tape in the right spot, and she found it almost impossible to shift their incredible weight. Finally, her hand was practically pinned underneath a giant breast, but the tape measure was where it needed to be. She checked to make sure that Emily was holding her end in the right position, then began to bring the ends of the tape measure together. Then she heard it. A sound she first mistook for far-off thunder. Then she realized that the sound had come from the girl’s stomach.

“Oof. I’m getting hungry,” the girl’s voice boomed above Olivia’s head.

She’d said it so plainly. Her tone had been casual, even a bit gentle. But something in Olivia’s imaginative mind took the statement as a warning.

Next image in the HERS virus series: The Very, Very Big Little Sister

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It still didn’t feel real. Sometimes Amanda was afraid to fall asleep, worried that she’d wake up and everything would go back to normal—back to her boring, average self. To her absolute delight, however, her enormous, 11-foot-tall body remained a stubbornly real and constantly demanding part of her life. It dictated the way she moved, the way she spoke, and, increasingly, the way she interacted with those around her. When Amanda was hungry, for example, which she almost always was, it simply wasn’t practical to go to the kitchen herself to get something to eat, much less to cook something. Instead, she’d call for her mother, and her mother would cook something or order something (Amanda didn’t very much care where the calories came from). And when her mother took too long to get her food, or failed to get enough food, Amanda didn’t hesitate to tell her so. After all, if she didn’t eat, she became extremely irritable, and it was in everyone’s best interests to avoid such situations.

Surprisingly, Amanda’s mother acquiesced to her new role without protest. Amanda had expected her mother to be furious when she’d contracted the HERS virus, and it was true that her mom was very, very angry. But she was never angry at Amanda. Instead, she ranted on and on about Amanda’s classmate, Monica, who’d contracted the HERS virus several months back. Even now, in the fitting room of a clothing store for exceptionally large women, Amanda was vaguely aware of her mother pacing back and forth somewhere below her view.

“I swear to God,” Amanda heard her mother saying, “I ought to sue that girl’s parents. And how the school ever let her back only a week after blowing up to the size of King Kong is beyond me.”

Amanda hadn’t told her mother that she’d contracted the HERS virus on purpose. She didn’t see how it could have helped. She’d snuck over to Monica’s house immediately after hearing that she’d gotten HERS. Amanda knew what HERS women were like, but seeing Monica in person, her huge body dwarfing and halfway crushing the sectional sofa in her parent’s living room, her massive legs resting halfway across the room, cemented in her mind that this was what she wanted. It had been a little weird making out with a girl, especially a girl who was twice her own size, but it hadn’t been unpleasant. Plus, it had worked. Less than a month later, Amanda was at home, scrolling through her phone, when she felt it. Even then, she instantly recognized that odd, hollow feeling of intense hunger as the start of her transformation.

Now, Amanda was bigger than Monica Barton. Almost a whole foot taller, and probably a few hundred pounds heavier. And as the tiny women at her sides held the tape measure to her enormous chest, Amanda thought it was a shame she hadn’t grown just a little bit larger. Twelve feet had a nice ring to it.

“OK,” the woman to Amanda’s left said, her little fingers pushing delightfully into Amanda’s breast, “271 centimeters over the bust.”

“2.71 meters,” the blonde woman said, quietly, writing the figure onto her clipboard. “Alright, ladies, we’ll do the waist and hips, next.”

Olivia moved to the next step down her ladder, and steadied herself on the railing as she brought the tape measure over the narrowest part of the girl’s waist. It was a bit awkward, because she had to push her hands up under the girl’s breasts to the get the tape in the right spot, and she found it almost impossible to shift their incredible weight. Finally, her hand was practically pinned underneath a giant breast, but the tape measure was where it needed to be. She checked to make sure that Emily was holding her end in the right position, then began to bring the ends of the tape measure together. Then she heard it. A sound she first mistook for far-off thunder. Then she realized that the sound had come from the girl’s stomach.

“Oof. I’m getting hungry,” the girl’s voice boomed above Olivia’s head.

She’d said it so plainly. Her tone had been casual, even a bit gentle. But something in Olivia’s imaginative mind took the statement as a warning.

Next image in the HERS virus series: The Very, Very Big Little Sister