Sarah and Carien had a brush with the giantess hunters, but they won't let that ruin their day right?  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Sept 4th.  Also keep an eye out for the third part in the series coming soon.)

             Sarah turned around and walked up to the news chopper. “Well, folks, looks like we are going to get our interview after all.” He held out his microphone. “So first of all, thank you for coming out to the festival today, and we are sorry that you had that misfortunate event. Those people do not represent our town and are being investigated as we speak.”

             Sarah took a deep breath. “Well, I hope so. I wouldn’t want something like this to have been one big setup.” She narrowed her eyes. “And stop looking at my boobs.”

             “Sorry.” He turned around. “Take us closer to her head, you fool.” The pilot gulped and the chopper flew up towards her head. “So, I have to ask. How do you function at your enormous size? It must be very, very hard at times.”

             Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

             “It is something everyone is dying to know. Do you live around here?”

             Sarah laughed. “You think I am always like this.” She held her chest and bent over, laughing, her head almost hitting the helicopter. “That is a good one.”

             “Hey, can you not try and crush me, Sarah?” Carien pushed against her fist.

             “Oh, sorry.” Sarah stood back up and sighed. “Anyways, I umm. . .” She suddenly realized it would be a bad idea if they knew that she wasn’t always so gigantic when she saw how the reporter raised his eyebrow. “I mean, I just have some days where I am a few feet shorter. It is a bit of an odd thing. Spring growth and fall shrinking disorder. It’s a giantess thing.” She laughed.