Meddlesome Mushrooms, Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

“Well, I don’t care if you think this is overkill,” Georgiana said to Maya curtly as she pulled on her tall black combat boots from a sitting position on the floor of her bedroom. “This is a...unique situation, okay? An unprecedented mystery. And it calls for the right tactical gear.”

“But Georgiana,” replied Maya, keeping her voice steady even as she felt a bubble of laughter threatening to buoy up her throat and pop, “I get the tight black pants, the Lara Croft top...I even get those big boots you’re putting on. But...the heat seeking goggles? The satellite GPS tracker? The combat belt with knockout gas?! Come on…I think it’s all just a little —”

“Like I said Maya,” interrupted Georgiana, “I couldn’t care less about whatever disparaging thing you’re thinking right now about my getup — this is what I’m doing, and that’s that. I’m going into that forest prepared, alright? You can wear your ordinary whatever-clothes; it’s no skin off my nose. Something I bring is going to come in handy...mark my words. Okay, now! How do I look?”

Georgiana had just finished tying her boots, and she rose up from her sitting position. The combat boots gave an extra three-inch boost to Georgiana’s already prodigious height, making her a towering 6’5, dwarfing the 4’9 Maya by a full 20 inches. It was moments like these when Maya remembered (as she often did) just how truly beautiful and imposing her mistress was.

And there was something too about a cream-skinned, blonde amazon that made her uniquely imposing. She reminded Maya of those depictions of Viking shield-maidens that she had seen. A fairly dark-skinned woman of Brazilian ancestry, Maya had always looked at huge, tall “Nordic” women with an unmistakable air of fascination.

“You look...uh, well, haha of course you look amazing,” Maya answered, feeling slightly self-conscious about her momentary and uncharacteristic loss of concentration around her mistress.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Georgiana flippantly, rolling her eyes as she struck a power pose in front of the body-length mirror, “I know I look amazing Maya...come on. I meant do I look like I mean business, you know? Like, when Cora sees me, do you think she’ll get...I don’t know...intimidated? Or…?”

“Heh, I should’ve guessed,” chuckled Maya, going around to the bedroom entrance.

“Should’ve…? Should’ve guessed what, Maya?” asked Georgiana, becoming swiftly irritated as she overtook her petite maid with a single stride, standing in front of her and blocking the way out.

“Oh, you know...nothing really,” said Maya causally, shrugging her shoulders as she looked around innocently. Then, quite deliberately, she looked up at Georgiana with a twinkle in her eye. “I just forgot that you’re dressing up like this to impress Cora.”

Georgiana opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it, putting her hands on her thick, wide hips. There wasn’t anything that she could say; Maya had caught her, yet again, in her obsession. But being Georgiana, she was not keen on letting anyone get the upper hand on her for long, and she brushed by the tiny maid, her hips connecting a bit roughly with Maya’s shoulders as she went past. Maya had expected a gesture like this, and stumbled backward a little, chuckling good-naturedly.

“Yeah, just...just laugh it up Maya,” muttered Georgiana, clearly put-out. After a few long, powerful strides, the blonde beauty turned around and once again put her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side.

“And try to see if you can keep up with me in the forest,” said Georgiana. “I know your legs are a lot shorter than mine, but I’m not gonna be slowing down for you, okay?”

“I know that, Georgiana; I’ll do my best,” smiled Maya amiably, moving her short little legs a little faster as she caught up to her mistress. She liked chiding Georgiana from time to time, but whenever she did, she knew what kind of a reaction she was going to get.

“This isn’t some kind of game,” continued Georgiana, turning to stare out the door into the thick woods. “This is serious, Maya. We’re hunting.”

A little while later, Georgiana and Maya were deep in the forest, heading straight towards the clearing of purple mushrooms they had seen before from the drone footage. They had tried to keep the drone trained on Cora as she picked the mushrooms. However, the amazonian woman had swiftly run off into the forest, and it was too risky to pursue her so quickly without the drone being noticed.

Maya had wanted to find Cora first, but Georgiana didn’t care about that nearly as much. She wanted to go straight for the mushrooms, so that she could eat them and grow just like Cora had. Secretly, Maya was getting excited; she too wanted to taste the mushrooms and to grow.

“Let’s go Maya, come on!” said Georgiana impatiently over her shoulder as she ducked down under a tree branch. “I told you I’m not slowing down for you.”

“I’m...going as fast as I can, Georgiana,” replied Maya, a little out of breath. “And...besides...I think...we should go...a little slower.”

“Slower?” barked Georgiana, striding her shapely legs with grand swiftness. “Why slower?”

“Because,” breathed Maya, her little chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping up, “if we...go too fast...then we might...miss some clues.”

“What are you talking about, Maya? Clues?!” exclaimed Georgiana. “We don’t need any more clues! We know exactly where we’re going!”

She held up a fancy, expensive-looking tracking device that had multiple little flashing bulbs on the tips of its antennae.

“Our drone is hidden in a tree by that clearing — and this device is leading us straight there,” said Georgia emphatically. “What more do we need, Maya?”

“I...just,” panted the little maid, “I think it would be a good idea...if, on the way, we tracked Cora too.”

“We can worry about her after we get to the mushrooms,” said Georgiana dismissively, stepping easily over a large log that lay in the way. “First thing’s first, Maya. I’m gonna have a taste of those mushrooms, and then we’ll see how high and mighty Cora looks when I — ”

“Wait! Stop!” cried Maya. The little maid had just managed to get herself up and over the log, having to take a few high, deliberate steps to do so. In the process, she happened to look down at the ground, right in front of the large log...and that was where she was staring right now, and pointing.

“What is it now?” asked Georgiana hotly as she turned around, now visibly irritated. But Maya was just pointing at the ground, and Georgiana rolled her eyes and sighed, coming over to see what her maid was pointing at.

When Georgiana saw what it was, however, her mouth dropped open. There was a gigantic footprint in the soft earth right in front of the log; it was a human footprint — there wasn’t any question of that...but it was huge, far huger than any human footprint she had ever seen. It was well over a foot long, and it had deeply compressed the earth. Wordlessly, Georgiana produced a complicated gadget and proceeded to scan it over the footprint, measuring it. Maya watched, intrigued both at her mistress’s technology and at the sheer size of the footprint on the ground before them.

“Just over 18 inches long,” breathed Georgiana, almost to herself. “And it appears to have been made...about half an hour ago.” Maya’s eyebrow went up, and she gave Georgiana a knowing look, as if to say, ‘Told you so.’ Georgiana’s own eyebrows went up in tandem, and she slightly inclined her head towards her maid, in a rare admission that she had been wrong.

“Goodness, she’s massive now,” whispered Maya in amazement, staring back down at the footprint. “We need to make sure that we don’t accidentally run into her.”

“Yeah,” muttered Georgiana in agreement. She looked up, and saw that the log on the ground had come from a larger branch over their heads, which looked to have been torn asunder — the jagged edges of freshly-ripped wood stood out conspicuously from the thick, broken branch.

“Look up there,” said Georgiana, pointing. “She came through here half an hour ago, clearing out anything in her path.”

“Oh my god,” said Maya in that same hushed voice, staring up at the broken tree branch, and then down at the log on the ground. “So Cora...ripped that branch off herself?”

“It appears so, yes,” said Georgiana, still looking up. She had risen to her feet, and was comparing her own height to the height of the broken branch. Even though Georgiana was standing at 6’5, she couldn't even reach her long arms up high enough to touch the branch.

“Jesus,” the blonde beauty murmured, “she must be at least 9 feet tall by now.”

“Let’s go a little slower, shall we?” said Maya cautiously. “Just to make sure that we don’t alert her to our presence.”

“That’s...a good idea, I think,” nodded Georgiana, and then, without admitting the change in plans, she began to follow Cora’s gigantic tracks, with Maya following close behind. It had been sheer luck that they had happened upon the tracks like they had, because they seemed to cut and diverge wildly into the forest.

Georgiana and Maya had to follow them slowly, since they could be mercurial and unpredictable. They went straight ahead for a hundred yards or so, and then cut sharply to the left, and then to the right, and then back to the left again. It was almost like Cora had been sprinting and crazily changing her direction, seemingly for no reason, over and over again.

“It’s the mushrooms,” whispered Maya. “She had just eaten them, and she was...running through the forest in euphoria.”

“Why ‘euphoria’?” asked Georgiana.

“I can just...tell,” muttered Maya in fascination. “She wouldn’t be going back to the mushrooms if they made her feel bad. No, I think what we’re seeing here is...a giantess in the midst of a growth spurt. I mean, look at this footprint here! Doesn’t it look bigger to you?”

“Luckily,” said Georgiana curtly, producing her fancy gadget again as she stared down at her maid, “I had the presence of mind to bring my trusty little tools along, even though a certain someone was making fun of me for it.”

“Haha, you’ve got me there, Georgiana,” laughed Maya good-naturedly as she watched her amazonian mistress bend down and measure the footprint.

“You’re right,” said Georgiana a few moments later. “This one’s 19-and-a-half inches. She was running through the forest...still growing.”

They silently continued tracking Cora, feeling an increased sense of foreboding as the footprints became steadily larger and larger. Unbeknownst to them, Cora was leading them in a circle, directly to the clearance. A little while later, Georgiana’s tracking device started beeping softly.

“What’s that?” asked Maya, a little alarmed.

“It’s just the drone tracker,” said Georgiana, muting the sound as she looked around. “We’re actually getting close to the clearing, apparently.”

“She’s led us straight to it,” said Maya in a low voice. “She must have come back for more.”

Not even a minute later, Georgiana and Maya were peering carefully through the trees, looking out at the clearance in the forest. Immediately, their eyes were drawn to Cora, who was completely naked and stretching her arms high over her head. She had grown an incredible four feet, and she stood at an astounding 11 feet tall. Her nude body, glazed slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, gleamed impressively in the moonlight. Her muscles were even bigger now; she had a washboard stomach, and her thighs were veritable pillars of feminine muscle. Her arms stretching high above her head looked just as splendid, and her big breasts hung and quivered heavily on her remarkable chest.

“Oh...my...god,” whispered Georgiana, her mouth totally agape. “Just...just look at her.”

Maya was staring open-mouthed at Cora too, but she was still able to turn her head to the side and get a good rare look at what her mistress looked like when she was impressed. She had never seen Georgiana have this kind of reaction to anyone...ever. And not only that, but her mistress wasn’t even trying to hide it — she was totally astounded, beyond even her pride.

A splash of color caught both of their eyes, however, and they saw that Cora had collected another basketful of the mushrooms. There were more clumps of beautiful, deep purple around in the clearing, but not nearly as many as there had been earlier that morning, when they had looked at the clearing with their drone. A sense of urgency descended upon them.

“Now,” whispered Georgiana, “I just need to think...about how to distract her...or get her away from here...so I can have a clear shot at the mushrooms.”

“You know what?” said Maya, grinning up at her mistress, “I think I have an idea.”