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Rachel Bennet smoothed her skirt over her legs and glanced down at her notes. Then she glared at the enormous chair across from her. She’d told them not to get anything too big, and, as usual, they’d completely ignored her. This Allison Carter girl was supposed to be big, ten feet tall if the internet could be trusted, and the producer had practically given the girl a throne. Rachel was going to look tiny in comparison, but she supposed there wasn’t anything she could do. And, she had to admit, there weren’t many options when you were trying to accommodate a ten-foot-tall woman. A ten-foot-tall woman who was already fifteen minutes late.

Finally, and unmistakably, Allison Carter had arrived. For a moment, the resonant sounds of the woman’s heels cracking down into the floors sent a wave of anxiety through Rachel. She’d never actually met a HERS woman before. She’d seen them from a distance, of course. But this would be her first time actually speaking with one. Then she saw her, and saw what she was wearing. The woman was practically dressed in her underwear, a thin, negligee outfit that did absolutely nothing to subdue the woman’s curves, least of all her enormous breasts, which heaved and undulated wildly as she made her way towards Rachel. She was trailed by two of the company’s interns, one of whom carried a massive, black purse, while the other appeared to be waiting to attend to any request the enormous woman might ask of her.

“Hi,” Allison said, smiling down at Rachel. Allison then settled her weight onto the chair which, despite it’s reinforced construction, groaned under the woman’s weight.

“Good afternoon,” Rachel said, somewhat loudly. She felt like she was sitting far below her guest, staring up, slightly, to see the top of her knee. “I’m so glad you could make it, today. You can imagine how eager our viewers are to hear from a real-life HERS woman.”

“Oh, of course! Although, I do have an ulterior motive,” Allison said, mischievously. “I’m really hoping to spread awareness of HERS issues.”

“Right,” Rachel said, hiding her annoyance. Everyone wanted their own spotlight. No one could let the professional journalist simply do their job. “Maybe it’s best if we get started then.” Rachel glanced over at the producer who nodded, and the cameraman gave her a thumbs up.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman, and welcome to a special edition of Channel 54’s News Tonight. This evening we have a very special guest, Allison Carter, who joins us to tell us what it’s like to live as a HERS woman. Welcome, Allison, and thank you so much for coming. Before we get into too many details, maybe you could tell us a little about yourself. Who is Allison Carter, and who were you before your transformation?”

“Oh, I'm still me,” Allison laughs, sending her chest heaving up and down, threatening to burst through her clothing. “I used to work for Daddy's company—you know, the fast food chain? But that was kind of boring, to be honest. Right now I’m doing a lot of nonprofit work for HERS advocacy.”

Rachel can hardly believe the way this woman is talking. ‘Daddy’s company?’ It was like talking to a giant, spoiled teenager.

“Yes,” Rachel continued, “we know that the virus is causing many to leave their jobs. How old did you say you were, again?”

“I'm 24. But everyone says I look mature for my age,” Allison says, glancing down at her figure with a smirk.

I can certainly see why, Rachel thought. “And could you talk about what it was like when you first got HERS? How it felt, and what was running through your mind?”

“Well, at first it was awful. Seriously. It’s like you’re totally starving but nothing you eat makes it go away.”

“How terrible,” Rachel said, sympathetically. “And how about the transformation itself, your growth. Was it painful, at all?”

“Actually,” Allison smiled, “growing was amazing.”

“Excuse me,” Rachel said, slightly taken aback.

“It’s one of the most awesome feelings in the world,” Allison gushed. “Like, at first it feels horrible. But then I started to grow, I mean, I actually felt myself getting bigger, and I couldn’t get enough. So I just kept eating more and more, and the more I ate, the better I felt,” Allison said, happily.

“So you’re suggesting that there’s something psychological about the HERS virus, that it makes us want to get bigger,” Rachel said, cautiously. Only thirty seconds in, and this interview was already starting to go off the rails. Out of all the HERS women in the world, they had to find one who had actually enjoyed turning into a ten-foot-tall freak.

“Mm, no. I don’t think so. It just felt really good,” Allison said. “I mean, I was at one of Daddy’s restaurants at the time, so it was like, the perfect place to catch HERS. At first, I was worried about getting fat, but they say that you should eat as much as you can when you get HERS, so I totally let myself go. And then it felt incredible. Like, I couldn't believe how big I was getting. It was kind of hot.”

“Weren’t you concerned about your growth? I’m sure you have some regrets, now, about how much you’ve grown,” Rachel said, with an almost admonishing tone.

“Of course not,” Allison replied. “I mean, I can’t fit in my old SUV anymore, but I wouldn’t have fit at eight feet tall, either, so what’s the difference?”

“Many would point out that your impact on the environment and on society as a whole is the difference,” Rachel said, testily. “That’s why we’re all taking precautions to stop HERS from spreading. A single HERS woman consumes the same resources as ten normal women.”

“I won’t apologize for who I am,” Allison said, firmly. “And just to make things clear, I am a normal woman. I’m just more woman, roughly ten times more, than the average. I don’t see that as anything to feel guilty about.”

“Are you suggesting that being a HERS woman makes you, what, superior to other women?”

“I’m not saying I’m better than you,” Allison said, staring down at Rachel with infuriating smugness. “I’m just ten times more than you. I weigh ten times more, I eat ten times more, and, well, you know what I mean,” Allison smiled.

Rachel stared up at the huge girl in shock. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. She loved being this, this giant, overdeveloped freak of a woman. It was written all over her face.

There was a moment’s pause as Rachel considered her next question.

“Allison, did you get the HERS virus on purpose? It’s OK,” Rachel assured her. “You can share it here, with us.”

“First of all, no,” Allison said, firmly, and for the first time a hint of anger swelled behind her powerful voice. “But I don’t think it really matters,” Allison said, plainly. “A HERS woman deserves the same level of respect and consideration regardless of how she became a HERS woman. But no, I didn’t get the virus on purpose. I was terrified of it, to be honest. I thought I would turn into this giant mutant. But look at me,” Allison grinned. “I think I turned out alright,” she giggled.

It was very rare that Rachel was at a loss for words. But her contempt for this girl and people like her, HERS women who went out of their way to flaunt their ridiculous, gigantic bodies, completely overwhelmed her.

“And that’s one of the reasons I came here today,” Allison continued. “You know, everyone always thinks we want to be so huge and sexy and powerful. And it’s totally amazing, by the way. But the truth is that we go through a lot of crap, too.”

“Could you elaborate,” Rachel said, disbelievingly.

“Oh, my God, you wouldn’t believe. Have you ever been turned down at a restaurant just because of how big you are? No, you haven’t. And you haven’t tried to fit on a bus or a subway that was made for tiny people, either. Small people have no idea what people my size go through. I work with this organization that helps people with HERS, and just earlier today I met a girl who was put in jail just because of her size!”

“Small people,” Rachel sputtered, before she understood the absurdity of the girl’s last sentence. “She was arrested for being too big,” Rachel said, flatly.

“Yes,” Allison said, obviously pleased that her interviewer had taken the cue to ask her about the story. “She’s like, the nicest person ever, but obviously she’s a little bigger than the average person. Well, she just fell asleep on the bus, and apparently she kind of leaned over in her seat and accidentally hurt some people sitting next to her. I mean, it was a total accident, but they’re treating her like a criminal!”

“Well, some people feel that it’s the responsibility of HERS women to be careful of those around them. You said that some people were injured, I imagine that it could have been much worse,” Rachel said, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was explaining common manners to a child. But Allison simply stared down at her, calmly, with the faintest smile forming at her lips.

“But that’s wrong,” Allison said, simply. “I mean, look at us as an example. Look at my leg, even just half of my leg, compared to you.”

Rachel couldn’t help but do as Allison said. Allison’s lower leg was, after all, directly in her line of sight, and so large that Rachel could have counted the pores in her skin from four feet away.

“This little part of my leg,” Allison said, placing a hand on one knee and gesturing to the floor, “is almost the same size as you. In fact, I think it’s even heavier than you are—you know, with HERS women having way denser bones and muscles, and everything. And that’s just a little part of me. Now imagine that you have to control all of this,” Allison said, gesturing at herself in a grandiose manner, “and every time you slip or nudge or push something a little too hard, people want to blame you. It’s not fair, is it?”

“Well, I think HERS women deserve the same respect as anyone else, but I don’t see how—”

“No,” Allison said, firmly, and Rachel instinctively flinched back in her seat. “I don’t deserve the same respect as anyone else. I’m too big to be treated like you. That’s how all of these people end up getting hurt,” Allison said. “People treat us like anyone else, and they don’t realize that half the time we can’t even see you tiny people scurrying around, down there.”

Now Rachel felt like she was the one being treated like an uncomprehending child.

“Might is right,” Rachel said, through tightly clenched teeth. “Is that it?”

“Oh my gosh, so dramatic,” Allison laughed. “I’m not saying we should be allowed to smush people on purpose. I’m just saying that when you’re around a ten-foot-tall woman, you should be careful.”

“Right,” Rachel said, tersely. Thank God this wasn’t live. Still, she wasn’t sure how they’d be able to make a presentable segment out of this trainwreck of an interview.

“And what about all of the—well, as you call them—small women out there? After facing discrimination for thousands of years, do they now just have to watch out so that they aren’t ‘smushed’ by a HERS woman who might not be looking where she’s going?”

“I think all women should think about their sisters in need,” Allison said, smiling confidently. “I promise you, whatever problems I faced as a woman are nothing compared to the problems I face today.”

“That includes me, I presume,” Rachel said, no longer bothering to hide her annoyance. “You know, I’m nearly twice your age, and I had to come up in an industry that’s treated me like nothing more than a pair of breasts for decades,” Rachel said, unconsciously thrusting her rather large chest out to emphasize her point.

“That must have been terrible for you,” Allison said, casually stretching the sheer fabric of her outfit up, and up over the swell of her breast. "Do you know why HERS women wear clothes like this," Allison asked in a low voice. Rachel couldn't think of a polite response, and Allison continued. "It's because normal clothes don't work. Yes, it's nice for you—you can shop practically anywhere you want and wear whatever cute outfit you find. But I can't. Everything I own is custom-ordered, and when I do find something I like, it usually only lasts for a week or two and then, poof, it just falls apart. So I know a little bit of what it's like to have big boobs," Allison said, in an even tone.

“Right," Rachel said, somewhat taken aback. Not only had the girl ignored her point, but she'd clearly never considered the fact that men found her too intimidating to treat her like some kind of sexual object. But Rachel was already losing patience, and she couldn't imagine what else she could have possibly garnered from her guest, besides more self-important nonsense about the trials and tribulations of being a ten foot tall bombshell.

"On that note, I think we’ll end it here," Rachel said, finally. If she'd learned anything over the past fifteen years, it was how to end an interview. "I’d like to thank you very much for joining us today,” Rachel said to Allison, then turned to face the camera with a grimace-like facsimile of a smile. “For Channel 54 News, this has been Rachel Bennet.”

“Oh, is that it,” Allison asked.

“I think we got what we need,” Rachel grumbled.

“That was so much fun! Thank you for having me on. I really think it’s going to open people’s eyes,” Allison gushed.

“I’m sure it will,” Rachel said, honestly.

“Oh, Mark, do you have that cooler, I’m starved.”

Rachel watched, incredulous, as the intern hurried from across the room, pulling a family-sized cooler to her overgrown guest.

“Mark, you don't have to do that,” Rachel began to say, but Allison had already thrown open the lid of the cooler, which had been packed with more food than Rachel would have been able to eat in a month.

“You are too sweet,” Allison said to Mark, who blushed furiously. Then, turning to Rachel, “Do you want some? I think my chef might have made too much, as usual,” Allison said, giggling girlishly and rolling her eyes.

Rachel simply stared at the sandwich in Allison’s giant, outstretched hand, wondering where in the hell they’d found this girl.

Description

I have to thank AyylaGTS for the idea and for brainstorming/writing this scene with me! It was a huge help.

You can find a bonus image from this scene here .

Rachel Bennet smoothed her skirt over her legs and glanced down at her notes. Then she glared at the enormous chair across from her. She’d told them not to get anything too big, and, as usual, they’d completely ignored her. This Allison Carter girl was supposed to be big, ten feet tall if the internet could be trusted, and the producer had practically given the girl a throne. Rachel was going to look tiny in comparison, but she supposed there wasn’t anything she could do. And, she had to admit, there weren’t many options when you were trying to accommodate a ten-foot-tall woman. A ten-foot-tall woman who was already fifteen minutes late.

Finally, and unmistakably, Allison Carter had arrived. For a moment, the resonant sounds of the woman’s heels cracking down into the floors sent a wave of anxiety through Rachel. She’d never actually met a HERS woman before. She’d seen them from a distance, of course. But this would be her first time actually speaking with one. Then she saw her, and saw what she was wearing. The woman was practically dressed in her underwear, a thin, negligee outfit that did absolutely nothing to subdue the woman’s curves, least of all her enormous breasts, which heaved and undulated wildly as she made her way towards Rachel. She was trailed by two of the company’s interns, one of whom carried a massive, black purse, while the other appeared to be waiting to attend to any request the enormous woman might ask of her.

“Hi,” Allison said, smiling down at Rachel. Allison then settled her weight onto the chair which, despite it’s reinforced construction, groaned under the woman’s weight.

“Good afternoon,” Rachel said, somewhat loudly. She felt like she was sitting far below her guest, staring up, slightly, to see the top of her knee. “I’m so glad you could make it, today. You can imagine how eager our viewers are to hear from a real-life HERS woman.”

“Oh, of course! Although, I do have an ulterior motive,” Allison said, mischievously. “I’m really hoping to spread awareness of HERS issues.”

“Right,” Rachel said, hiding her annoyance. Everyone wanted their own spotlight. No one could let the professional journalist simply do their job. “Maybe it’s best if we get started then.” Rachel glanced over at the producer who nodded, and the cameraman gave her a thumbs up.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman, and welcome to a special edition of Channel 54’s News Tonight. This evening we have a very special guest, Allison Carter, who joins us to tell us what it’s like to live as a HERS woman. Welcome, Allison, and thank you so much for coming. Before we get into too many details, maybe you could tell us a little about yourself. Who is Allison Carter, and who were you before your transformation?”

“Oh, I'm still me,” Allison laughs, sending her chest heaving up and down, threatening to burst through her clothing. “I used to work for Daddy's company—you know, the fast food chain? But that was kind of boring, to be honest. Right now I’m doing a lot of nonprofit work for HERS advocacy.”

Rachel can hardly believe the way this woman is talking. ‘Daddy’s company?’ It was like talking to a giant, spoiled teenager.

“Yes,” Rachel continued, “we know that the virus is causing many to leave their jobs. How old did you say you were, again?”

“I'm 24. But everyone says I look mature for my age,” Allison says, glancing down at her figure with a smirk.

I can certainly see why, Rachel thought. “And could you talk about what it was like when you first got HERS? How it felt, and what was running through your mind?”

“Well, at first it was awful. Seriously. It’s like you’re totally starving but nothing you eat makes it go away.”

“How terrible,” Rachel said, sympathetically. “And how about the transformation itself, your growth. Was it painful, at all?”

“Actually,” Allison smiled, “growing was amazing.”

“Excuse me,” Rachel said, slightly taken aback.

“It’s one of the most awesome feelings in the world,” Allison gushed. “Like, at first it feels horrible. But then I started to grow, I mean, I actually felt myself getting bigger, and I couldn’t get enough. So I just kept eating more and more, and the more I ate, the better I felt,” Allison said, happily.

“So you’re suggesting that there’s something psychological about the HERS virus, that it makes us want to get bigger,” Rachel said, cautiously. Only thirty seconds in, and this interview was already starting to go off the rails. Out of all the HERS women in the world, they had to find one who had actually enjoyed turning into a ten-foot-tall freak.

“Mm, no. I don’t think so. It just felt really good,” Allison said. “I mean, I was at one of Daddy’s restaurants at the time, so it was like, the perfect place to catch HERS. At first, I was worried about getting fat, but they say that you should eat as much as you can when you get HERS, so I totally let myself go. And then it felt incredible. Like, I couldn't believe how big I was getting. It was kind of hot.”

“Weren’t you concerned about your growth? I’m sure you have some regrets, now, about how much you’ve grown,” Rachel said, with an almost admonishing tone.

“Of course not,” Allison replied. “I mean, I can’t fit in my old SUV anymore, but I wouldn’t have fit at eight feet tall, either, so what’s the difference?”

“Many would point out that your impact on the environment and on society as a whole is the difference,” Rachel said, testily. “That’s why we’re all taking precautions to stop HERS from spreading. A single HERS woman consumes the same resources as ten normal women.”

“I won’t apologize for who I am,” Allison said, firmly. “And just to make things clear, I am a normal woman. I’m just more woman, roughly ten times more, than the average. I don’t see that as anything to feel guilty about.”

“Are you suggesting that being a HERS woman makes you, what, superior to other women?”

“I’m not saying I’m better than you,” Allison said, staring down at Rachel with infuriating smugness. “I’m just ten times more than you. I weigh ten times more, I eat ten times more, and, well, you know what I mean,” Allison smiled.

Rachel stared up at the huge girl in shock. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. She loved being this, this giant, overdeveloped freak of a woman. It was written all over her face.

There was a moment’s pause as Rachel considered her next question.

“Allison, did you get the HERS virus on purpose? It’s OK,” Rachel assured her. “You can share it here, with us.”

“First of all, no,” Allison said, firmly, and for the first time a hint of anger swelled behind her powerful voice. “But I don’t think it really matters,” Allison said, plainly. “A HERS woman deserves the same level of respect and consideration regardless of how she became a HERS woman. But no, I didn’t get the virus on purpose. I was terrified of it, to be honest. I thought I would turn into this giant mutant. But look at me,” Allison grinned. “I think I turned out alright,” she giggled.

It was very rare that Rachel was at a loss for words. But her contempt for this girl and people like her, HERS women who went out of their way to flaunt their ridiculous, gigantic bodies, completely overwhelmed her.

“And that’s one of the reasons I came here today,” Allison continued. “You know, everyone always thinks we want to be so huge and sexy and powerful. And it’s totally amazing, by the way. But the truth is that we go through a lot of crap, too.”

“Could you elaborate,” Rachel said, disbelievingly.

“Oh, my God, you wouldn’t believe. Have you ever been turned down at a restaurant just because of how big you are? No, you haven’t. And you haven’t tried to fit on a bus or a subway that was made for tiny people, either. Small people have no idea what people my size go through. I work with this organization that helps people with HERS, and just earlier today I met a girl who was put in jail just because of her size!”

“Small people,” Rachel sputtered, before she understood the absurdity of the girl’s last sentence. “She was arrested for being too big,” Rachel said, flatly.

“Yes,” Allison said, obviously pleased that her interviewer had taken the cue to ask her about the story. “She’s like, the nicest person ever, but obviously she’s a little bigger than the average person. Well, she just fell asleep on the bus, and apparently she kind of leaned over in her seat and accidentally hurt some people sitting next to her. I mean, it was a total accident, but they’re treating her like a criminal!”

“Well, some people feel that it’s the responsibility of HERS women to be careful of those around them. You said that some people were injured, I imagine that it could have been much worse,” Rachel said, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was explaining common manners to a child. But Allison simply stared down at her, calmly, with the faintest smile forming at her lips.

“But that’s wrong,” Allison said, simply. “I mean, look at us as an example. Look at my leg, even just half of my leg, compared to you.”

Rachel couldn’t help but do as Allison said. Allison’s lower leg was, after all, directly in her line of sight, and so large that Rachel could have counted the pores in her skin from four feet away.

“This little part of my leg,” Allison said, placing a hand on one knee and gesturing to the floor, “is almost the same size as you. In fact, I think it’s even heavier than you are—you know, with HERS women having way denser bones and muscles, and everything. And that’s just a little part of me. Now imagine that you have to control all of this,” Allison said, gesturing at herself in a grandiose manner, “and every time you slip or nudge or push something a little too hard, people want to blame you. It’s not fair, is it?”

“Well, I think HERS women deserve the same respect as anyone else, but I don’t see how—”

“No,” Allison said, firmly, and Rachel instinctively flinched back in her seat. “I don’t deserve the same respect as anyone else. I’m too big to be treated like you. That’s how all of these people end up getting hurt,” Allison said. “People treat us like anyone else, and they don’t realize that half the time we can’t even see you tiny people scurrying around, down there.”

Now Rachel felt like she was the one being treated like an uncomprehending child.

“Might is right,” Rachel said, through tightly clenched teeth. “Is that it?”

“Oh my gosh, so dramatic,” Allison laughed. “I’m not saying we should be allowed to smush people on purpose. I’m just saying that when you’re around a ten-foot-tall woman, you should be careful.”

“Right,” Rachel said, tersely. Thank God this wasn’t live. Still, she wasn’t sure how they’d be able to make a presentable segment out of this trainwreck of an interview.

“And what about all of the—well, as you call them—small women out there? After facing discrimination for thousands of years, do they now just have to watch out so that they aren’t ‘smushed’ by a HERS woman who might not be looking where she’s going?”

“I think all women should think about their sisters in need,” Allison said, smiling confidently. “I promise you, whatever problems I faced as a woman are nothing compared to the problems I face today.”

“That includes me, I presume,” Rachel said, no longer bothering to hide her annoyance. “You know, I’m nearly twice your age, and I had to come up in an industry that’s treated me like nothing more than a pair of breasts for decades,” Rachel said, unconsciously thrusting her rather large chest out to emphasize her point.

“That must have been terrible for you,” Allison said, casually stretching the sheer fabric of her outfit up, and up over the swell of her breast. "Do you know why HERS women wear clothes like this," Allison asked in a low voice. Rachel couldn't think of a polite response, and Allison continued. "It's because normal clothes don't work. Yes, it's nice for you—you can shop practically anywhere you want and wear whatever cute outfit you find. But I can't. Everything I own is custom-ordered, and when I do find something I like, it usually only lasts for a week or two and then, poof, it just falls apart. So I know a little bit of what it's like to have big boobs," Allison said, in an even tone.

“Right," Rachel said, somewhat taken aback. Not only had the girl ignored her point, but she'd clearly never considered the fact that men found her too intimidating to treat her like some kind of sexual object. But Rachel was already losing patience, and she couldn't imagine what else she could have possibly garnered from her guest, besides more self-important nonsense about the trials and tribulations of being a ten foot tall bombshell.

"On that note, I think we’ll end it here," Rachel said, finally. If she'd learned anything over the past fifteen years, it was how to end an interview. "I’d like to thank you very much for joining us today,” Rachel said to Allison, then turned to face the camera with a grimace-like facsimile of a smile. “For Channel 54 News, this has been Rachel Bennet.”

“Oh, is that it,” Allison asked.

“I think we got what we need,” Rachel grumbled.

“That was so much fun! Thank you for having me on. I really think it’s going to open people’s eyes,” Allison gushed.

“I’m sure it will,” Rachel said, honestly.

“Oh, Mark, do you have that cooler, I’m starved.”

Rachel watched, incredulous, as the intern hurried from across the room, pulling a family-sized cooler to her overgrown guest.

“Mark, you don't have to do that,” Rachel began to say, but Allison had already thrown open the lid of the cooler, which had been packed with more food than Rachel would have been able to eat in a month.

“You are too sweet,” Allison said to Mark, who blushed furiously. Then, turning to Rachel, “Do you want some? I think my chef might have made too much, as usual,” Allison said, giggling girlishly and rolling her eyes.

Rachel simply stared at the sandwich in Allison’s giant, outstretched hand, wondering where in the hell they’d found this girl.