Jill – A Giantess Story – Chapter 1
By MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by Salinger
(Author’s Note: This is something very different from me. It is NOT a classic FMG story. I repeat, this is NOT a traditional MagnusMagneto FMG story. I was commissioned to write a Giantess story, and given a very specific outline for it.
Once again – THIS IS A GIANTESS STORY
This chapter in particular is almost entirely backstory, and features some male muscle growth and male giant stuff. If you are averse to those things, feel free to gloss over them. They aren’t the focus on the story, mostly used for backdrop setting.
Hopefully those of you that like Giantess stuff will enjoy the story. If you don’t, then feel free to pass on this one – more FMG will be on the way!)
1.) 1935, East Coast, USA
Sixteen year old Jill Rae stared at the comic book with eyes wide open. The woman on the two-page image was giant! Over 50 feet tall to be precise! Best of all, despite her terrifying stature—taller than the buildings around her—she still looked like a beautiful, curvaceous paragon of feminine sexuality. While she was only 16 years old, Jill herself had already blossomed into a busty, beautiful young woman. There was something about this humongous woman, something that stirred a combination of excitement, intrigue, and perhaps… lust. Jill found herself simultaneously imagining herself AS the giantess, and with a giant man; both of these situations were similarly exhilarating to consider.
Jill continued to dwell on the concept of giant people. She was unable to find any other comics featuring the subject, but the seed had already been sowed in her mind – she was unable to escape from frequently daydreaming and fantasizing about either becoming giant, or being with a giant man. Ultimately however, these thoughts were mere fantasies – fantasies that Jill didn’t feel comfortable sharing with anyone.
Not only was the concept of a giant person deeply enthralling, but Jill also couldn’t help but wonder how useful a giant person could be for society. In her comic book, the 50 foot tall woman was destroying buildings and wreaking havoc, but, what if a good person was a giant? They could act like a superhero, helping out with disasters, scooping people away out of harm’s way, and effortlessly repairing tremendous structures like bridges.
The crux of the problem for Jill was the impossibility of her dreams. For most people, their latent desires and fetishes were things that could be achieved in real life. A fifty foot tall person however, was something thoroughly impossible.
Despite some minor anguish caused by the discovery of this sexual preference, Jill was able to gleam something positive from it: She found herself increasingly interested in science and the human body. So much more interested that her grades in science went from mediocre to best-in-class over the course of the remaining semester. This trajectory continued, leading Jill to pursue a science degree at a fairly prestigious college – something nearly unheard of for a woman during her time period.
At college, Jill specialized in biology, a field that was still in its relative infancy. With so many theories and so much uncharted territory, her enthusiasm reached a fever pitch. During all of this, despite her efforts to suppress it, the fantasy of using science to turn herself into a giantess, or at the very least, create a giant lover, remained in the back of her mind.
Jill continued to fervently follow her passions, and handily excelled at her studies, earning top marks even among the best and brightest minds her age. Many of her colleagues came to resent her, as they refused to believe that a woman was capable of such deep mastery of science. As a good looking girl, there were constantly rumors that Jill was sleeping with the professors to score such remarkable results; those allegations couldn’t be farther from the truth.
In reality, Jill had to work even harder than her colleagues. She was competing in an age where political correctness or affirmative action weren’t concepts in anyone’s mind. Truthfully, the professors were harsher on Jill, as they themselves refused to believe that a woman was capable of scoring so remarkably well. Despite their scrutiny however, Jill continued to score in the highest tiers of the class.
Jill went on to earn a Master’s Degree in Biology at Harvard University, the first female to do so. By the time she had done so, in 1943, the Second World War was still raging on. Jill was quickly snatched up by the US military, where her accomplished scientific mind was put to use towards advancing American military science.
Despite her brilliance and accomplishments, Jill still found it difficult to escape the stigma attached to being a woman. The men around her second-guessed everything she presented, and some would even try to steal credit for her discoveries.
Even with these obstacles in her way, Jill continued to try her hardest.
2.) 1944 – A USA Military Science Laboratory
“Are we SURE this is going to work?” the colonel barked. He was a tall, staunch man, so concerned with gaining medals and promotions that it was questionable if he actually cared about winning the war itself.
The colonel was referring to the USA’s secret super-soldier program. It was discovered a year prior that Nazi scientists had successfully created enhanced humans, and were winning small-scale skirmishes through their deployment. An enlisted man, who was randomly selected from a group of pre-screened candidates, was strapped to a machine that looked as if it belonged to one of the science-fiction comic books Jill read as a teenager. If the experiment worked, he would be transformed to a functionally perfect human being: tall, extremely muscular, with a muscular-skeletal system that was magnitudes times more effective than a regular person’s, and superhuman reaction speeds to boot.
“No. We aren’t sure. There’s no way to actually be sure. The few tests we ran were on mice, and they still reacted with extreme volatility. We don’t have the technology to know this will work unless we try it on humans.” Jill Rae replied.
“Well, whatever. Do it.”
An assistant in a lab coat nodded before pressing a series of buttons. The machine whirred to life, and a series of needles entered the man’s skin before injecting him with a series of liquids that would forever change his life.
A few moments later, he let out a blood-curdling scream that would haunt Jill forever; and a mere few after that, he was declared dead.
–
Had it not been for the ultra-top-secret nature of the operation, everyone involved with the experiment could have very well lost their jobs, and possibly faced jail time.
For better or for worse, the experiments continued instead.
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Over the following few weeks, Jill’s psyche was gradually worn down as she inadvertently caused the deaths of enlisted man after enlisted man. Every time she heard the same blood-curdling scream, her confidence and resolve in what she was doing faltered. She came to resent the colonel she worked for, and desperately wanted to whistle-blow the entire operation, but was afraid for what would happen to her if she did.
Jill slept fewer and fewer hours with each passing day as she further dedicated herself to her research. She couldn’t let another man die. She had to succeed; not just for her sake, but for every innocent that offered themselves up to their nation and the pursuit of science.
–
Jill stared blankly at the sixth man to undergo the experimental super soldier serum. She prayed to God, and offered to be the one to press the buttons. If her research going to cause a man’s death, she wanted to shoulder as much responsibility for it as possible.
As with the other five candidates, the machine whirred as the needles descended towards him. Once again, Jill braced herself to hear the same blood-curdling scream that would indicate he died. This time however… things were different.
The man still yelled, but it was a distinctly different tone. All of the well-honed muscles on the man’s bare chest began to violently quake, and right before the onlookers’ eyes, his chest began to swell up as lean muscle mass began piling onto it out of seemingly thin air.
The man began shrieking out of pain. Jill’s sharp mind quickly deduced what was wrong, “He needs sustenance. Quick, hook up the protein paste!”
A nearby assistant leapt to action, grabbed a large tube and quickly shoved it into the man’s chest. Immediately, vital nutrients began to pump into the transforming being.
The man’s muscles continued to grow. He let out a triumphant roar as his skeleton increased in size to accommodate his transformation. In a matter of moments, his body came to rival that of an Olympic athlete, and soon surpassed that. His arms approached the 20 inch mark, and then came to exceed that measurement.
Throughout this entire growth process, not an ounce of bodily fat gathered. His frame was exquisitely chiseled and ripped. After roughly 15 minutes of growth, it finally came to a finish. The soldier now stood at over 6 feet of height, and possessed more than 300 pounds of muscle on his frame.
Tests showed that his reaction times were off the charts, as were his strength and speed. He was capable of literally bending a crowbar in his bare hands, and fire his rifle with entirely perfect accuracy.
It was soon recognized that this super soldier was more powerful than the Nazi enhanced meta-humans. The experiment was deemed a tremendous success.
–
Before Jill could provide any input, two hundred enlisted soldiers were gathered and subjected to the super soldier serum. Sixty percent of them went on to become super human warriors; ten percent saw marginal or no improvements; and thirty percent died.
The super soldier serum was deemed too volatile to continue using en masse. Only the successes of the experiments were revealed to the US government, and Jill was rewarded handsomely – decorated with myriad medals and scientific awards. Jill couldn’t help but feel she didn’t truly deserve them, not after dozens had died due to her experiments.
3.)
Known only as a hero of science, the government granted Jill a great deal of freedom in where to direct her future research. Despite feeling guilty for those who had not survived the past experiments, she still possessed a burning desire to push humanity forward. Her old fantasies of giants and giantesses in particular returned full force.
Jill poured herself into discovering if it was possible to turn a human being into a giant. She had created tremendously powerful super-soldiers, who had grown themselves, but she still desired to push things further. At the same time, she was terrified of inadvertently causing the deaths of more innocent enlisted men.
She brokered a deal with her superiors in which she would turn a man into a weapon far beyond any of the super-soldiers, but she had to have complete control over every step of the way to minimize risk of fatalities. Her request was granted, and Jill began to screen hundreds of enlisted men to find one potential individual to be turned into a giant. After days of deliberation, she settled on a healthy man named Raymond.
Raymond had a perfect bill of health, and shared numerous qualities with the men who the soldier-serum worked on. Jill worked closely with Raymond, and eventually explained that the ultimate goal was to turn him into a giant, super-powerful individual. He understood and seemed to share Jill’s fantasy.
As the two worked together, they started to form emotions for one another. To Jill, Raymond wasn’t simply a random enlisted man; if she failed and he died, it would be even more devastating. This pushed her further, and Raymond also helped, as he understood the personal stakes involved for her.
After months of deliberation, Jill had finally created a serum that would theoretically work on Raymond alone. The evening before the injection, she brokered a deal with him that Raymond would pretend to lose control and conveniently destroy all of her research related to creating giants. Jill explained that she was tired of war, and didn’t want anyone else to make giants without her, and she had already memorized all of the pertinent details.
Raymond agreed, and the serum was injected into him the following day, in a grueling process that would make the super-soldier injection look trivial in comparison.
It worked.
Raymond stood at 20 feet of height, perhaps not the tremendous fifty foot figure from Jill’s comic books, but a giant nonetheless. His body was possessed the same hyper efficiency of the super-soldiers, but scaled up to a towering figure, meaning he was effectively multiple times stronger than they could ever hope to be.
He was quickly deployed to the battlefield, and was soon recognized as an absolute terror for the enemy. Raymond was capable of crushing tanks and Nazi meta-humans alike. Though not entirely indestructible, he possessed enough agility and reaction speed to avoid most harm.
As a result, Raymond was instrumental to helping his nation triumph in World War 2, and was regarded as a national hero.
–
In 1948, Raymond proposed to the woman that changed his life, and she gladly accepted. She helped him transition to life as a giant person, and was one of the few people to truly understand why he felt isolated. Jill and Raymond led a good life together, and loved one another deeply.
A mere two years later however, everything changed. In 1950, The United States entered the Korean War. The military recalled Raymond, and dropped him directly into the warzone, hoping that his giant body would once again turn the tide of battle. Jill pleaded adamantly that he not go, arguing that he had already served his nation valiantly, and deserved to live peacefully. Her cries went unheeded, and Raymond was quickly deployed into battle.
For a short while it worked, and Raymond contributed to the war effort tremendously. Despite his immense abilities, he eventually fell in combat. The opposition already knew of him, and had prepared accordingly. Not even his superhuman durability speed and agility could survive the concentrated fire of over one hundred fighter jets.
These events shook Jill to her core. The US government had not only forced her to inadvertently cause the deaths of numerous innocent men, but has now sent her husband to death in a war that she felt was unnecessary to begin with.
Fortunately for Jill, she had earned enough money from the lavish rewards given to her that she could simply live off the interest for the rest of her life. Embittered and upset, she did exactly that. Her dreams of using biology to better the human race, and perhaps turn herself into a giantess were crushed. She wanted nothing more to do with science.
4.) 2016
For a 97 year old woman, Jill Rae was still incredibly sharp minded. She had kept up to date with scientific advancement and used her knowledge of biology to help preserve herself. It would not be uncommon for someone to mistake her for an individual in her 60s; though, regardless, death still threatened to visit her at any day.
The world had become something of a mess. Super humans had become a facet of daily life. Many of them came to be from research that was influenced by Jill’s own. Militaries around the world had created enhanced humans of their own, as had various private corporations. It was strictly illegal for a private corporation or citizen to pursue the creation of enhanced humans, but they still managed to create some time to time regardless.
The man standing in front of Jill’s doorway was a federal agent. She could tell from his candor alone. He had been talking to her for a few minutes now, and Jill was unsure if she should try to slam the door in his face.
“Ms. Rae, we understand your hesitation to return. I’m fully versed in your file. I just want you to understand that we are not the same organization we were 70 years ago. The atrocities that occurred, which were not your fault may I add, would never happen today.”
“I certainly hope not.” Jill replied curtly.
“I understand you’ve seen a lot, and are highly skeptical of us. So, I’ll just get to the point and let you decide for yourself if you’ll hear us out. Terrorist organizations have started creating superhumans.”
There was a silence in the air for a moment. Jill had expected the man to continue speaking, but he didn’t. “So? The ‘bad guys’ have always had superhumans. That’s how my research occurred in the first place, remember?”
“Right. Right. Here’s the thing. These guys… Well, frankly, their superhumans are far more powerful than anything we’ve seen. We’re talking about men that are easily ten times stronger and more durable than our first generation super soldiers. We’re also hearing whispers of… well, individuals similar to…”
“To Raymond? My husband that you murdered?”
“Please, ma’am. What happened to Raymond was deplorable, but I wasn’t even born at the time. But yes. There are rumors that they may have successfully created a giant mutagen. It has allegedly been isolated to the point where it can be held in a single syringe. The idea being, one of their agents can place themselves into a place, say a presidential rally, inject themselves, and turn into a giant on the spot.”
Jill stroked her chin. She had considered that something like this would be possible someday. “But how does the recipient grow? Raymond had literal gallons of ‘protein paste’ pumped into him.”
The man shrugged, “It’s as much of a mystery to you as it is to me.”
“And why does this involve me?”
The man sighed deeply. “I’ll be frank ma’am. Despite all the advances we’ve made, we still have no clue how you actually created Raymond.”
“I didn’t CREATE Raymond.”
“Sorry. A poor expression on my part. We didn’t look into creating giants, because frankly, we didn’t see how they could be useful for our operations. They’re tremendously large targets, consume massive resources, and are nearly impossible to transport.”
Jill coughed. She wasn’t sure if her pride was hurt more, or if she was insulted on behalf of her late husband.
“Right.” The man continued, “Sorry again. Look. We need your help, okay? Please. I know you feel responsible for multiple deaths, but if we don’t find a way to combat this emerging threat, there will be countless more.”
Jill sighed. “Alright. It’s not like I have much else to do anyways. I’m not signing anything though, and I want two lawyers with me at all times.”
“Sure, fine.”
And with that an agreement was made.
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The next day, at a top-secret research facility.
–
With as much ferocity as a 97 year old woman can muster, Jill shrieked – and understandably so, in front of her lay the corpse of Raymond. It was still somehow nearly perfectly preserved, after all of these years. Ironically, Raymond looked decades younger than Jill.
“Now do you understand why we called you here?”
Jill simply nodded, and prepared herself for the task ahead.
– To be continued!