Mega Miss - A Humble Heroic Beginning

Window shopping was one of the few activities Charlotte could actually enjoy. It was also likely the closest that she’d ever get to actual shopping anymore. The young woman sighed as she gazed through the glass at the beautiful dresses on display. The mannequins in the window reflected the ‘perfectly proportioned’ woman and were adorned with flowing summer dresses covered in floral patterns. Soul Solutions was among her favorite places to window shop. A lot of the boutiques in the New Harbor Shopping Mall were wonderfully decorated and filled with beautiful displays, but the clothing featured in Soul Solutions was always her favorite. She liked to imagine herself garbed in them, fashionable and cute. Though, her figure was a far cry different from the mannequins’.

That wasn’t to say that Charlotte wasn’t cute. She caught sight of her reflection in the clean glass windows that she gazed through. Long blonde hair with a decent amount of volume, luminescent mint-green eyes, full lips, good cheekbones. She was definitely a cutie, it was just the rest of her that made socializing a bit of a tricky thing. Charlotte gave a bit of a sigh and began to shuffle her way to the next window. Fortunately for her, the New Harbor Shopping Mall was an outdoor mall, with plenty of space to move around.

In many ways, Charlotte Fletcher was an average young adult. She was out of high school and out into the real world, more or less, and she hardly had an idea of where her life was headed. The young lady’s school experience was like most others. She spent her time with her clique, dealt with problems that young people face while aging and going through teenage years, often felt ostracized, had her fair share of boy problems, and had to deal with overbearing parents. She had to overcome the struggle of becoming comfortable with herself and with her changing body.

Charlotte was like many other girls her age in a lot of ways. However, there was at least one very big difference. Charlotte was gigantic.

There were a handful of girls in Charlotte’s class who felt that way, of course. She remembered one classmate, Melanie Hutchinson, who was nearly six feet tall by the time she was fifteen. Melanie had complained about outgrowing clothes and how she had troubles with boys. Charlotte could only roll her eyes and try to laugh it off any time she heard her classmate prattle on about her height problems. Melanie had no idea what it was to truly be gigantic. It always baffled Charlotte that the girl could complain about it next to her. At that age, when she was fifteen, Charlotte was already ten feet tall and still growing.

Still growing. That was the scary part. Between then and the end of her high school career she had grown another six feet. At nineteen years old, the young woman stood at a staggering sixteen feet tall. Along with the immense height, Charlotte had been affected by puberty in other ways. She put on weight, as most girls did, and developed the feminine curves that most men love. The problem was, much like her height, she kept growing outward too. The shapely curves became more and more extreme as the years wound on. Her breasts grew to be bigger than her head, her hips grew wider and wider, thighs exploded outward, her bottom grew bigger, bigger and rounder. The young lady had to eat so much to support her growing body, and the social anxieties that were placed upon her only made matters harder to deal with.

The giantess’s peers complained about not being able to fit in clothes, but Charlotte literally had to have everything custom made. Sixteen feet tall and six tons. Her hips were wider than any person she knew was tall. So she stood and stared at the clothes she’d never be able to wear. Of course, she could at least hope that her tailors would be able to make something similar for her someday.

Even her small footsteps to shift to the side and look through another window were accompanied by loud and heavy sounds. The very ground practically trembled beneath her. The other shoppers at the mall took note of the titanic girl and they gazed on in either awe, shock, surprise, disgust, all depending on the person. They knew well enough to give the giantess a wide berth though. Which was a good thing, because Charlotte found it exhausting to constantly watch where she was going.

Three sets of leggings, custom made for the giant woman, were stretched tight across her vast backside and around her tree-trunk legs. The layers were to hopefully avoid them becoming too transparent, as often happened with big-bottomed women, but there was so much ground to cover. Even with three pairs on, her pale moons could be seen through the fabric whenever she bent forward. Each step she took to walk to the next window sent waves through her meaty thighs and put her titanic cheeks into a jiggling and wobbling frenzy. The leggings did the best they could to keep it all contained. Even so tightly bound, the cheeks fought hard to shake about.

Flash photography wasn't exactly the most common way for citizens to record their days, which was nice for Charlotte's mental health. So many of the younger generations were always filming, always photographing, always turning mundane life into content. Charlotte herself was no stranger to the social media grind. So, she was very well aware of the phones that were out and pointed at her. But, there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it. Sure, she could turn and shout, she could be the big scary giant, but that wouldn't look great for her. Charlotte had done a great deal of work on social media to paint herself in a positive light.

The sweethearted giant had made quite a name for herself and had drawn the attention of body positive followers and fetishists alike. It had opened her eyes to a world she didn't know existed. All the attention was a bit overwhelming, and a bit alarming at times. Between comments of genuine encouragement, empowerment, professions of love, thirsty comments, mean and hateful remarks, criticisms, suggestions, and of course the fetish comments, Charlotte had a lot to deal with.

The giantess felt a buzz and she glanced down. Held in her hand was a tablet, which served as her phone. The device had been specifically made to be a bit more durable, but even so it still looked tiny in her hands. A text message awaited her. She rolled her mint green eyes and very carefully began to type out a reply, pushing on the screen with one finger.

The message was from one of her "handlers". Being provided for by a secretive agency certainly had its ups and downs. On the one hand, she had a home that fit her, handmade clothing, some upscaled tech, and a supply of food to feed her ravenous hunger. On the other hand, she was subject to near-daily testing, she was constantly monitored and watched, and it was difficult to really lead her own life. She was reminded of how desperately she wanted to move out.

The handler was just checking in, which was better than having them constantly hovering around her. Charlotte still couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed. She sent a quick, dismissive reply and continued to move on to a different boutique store to gaze at. She was a bit distracted as she tried to get her thick fingers to hit the right letters for her response. As a result, the giant jiggling girl wasn’t exactly watching where she was walking.

“Woah!” A yelp of shock came from down near Charlotte’s feet. A couple narrowly dodged out of the way as one of the giantess’s feet nearly collided with them. The shout snapped Charlotte’s attention away from her phone and down to the source of the noise. She gazed past her titanic tits, her neck craned so she could actually see the ground below her. Her eyes widened as she watched the man and woman get up from the paved floor of the outdoor mall.

“Ohmigosh I am soo sorry!” Charlotte exclaimed. Her voice was surprisingly light considering her immense size. “You’re not like, hurt or anything, are you?” The giantess crouched down and offered a hand to help them up.

Down on the pavement, the couple stared up, frozen in fear, as the giant knelt down and reached for them. She loomed overhead, and effectively blocked the sun. “N-no, we’re fine!” The man blurted out and pushed himself up to his knees.

“Here, let me help,” Charlotte offered and held her hand close to the woman. It wasn’t quite big enough to wrap all the way around the slender lady, but it wasn’t too far off.

The prone woman hesitated for a moment. Charlotte wasn’t sure whether it was because the lady was scared of her, or if it was because she saw the genuine look of sympathy in the giant’s eyes, but she was relieved when the woman accepted her offer. The comparatively tiny pedestrian wrapped her delicate hand around two of Charlotte’s fingers and gave a slight smile.

“We weren’t looking where we were going,” the woman spoke and pulled herself up. Her weight seemed entirely negligible to Charlotte, whose meaty arm and hand didn’t even budge.

“No, no, like, I totally wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry, that’s, like, super irresponsible of me!”

Charlotte’s bubbly attitude and her slightly immature style of speech must have done wonders to put the couple at ease. The woman dusted herself off and offered a smile to the giantess. The man too was much more calm than he had been only moments ago.

“No harm done,” the man said, “at least we just took a bit of a fall, and didn’t get kicked!”

“Oh man, that is so true! I probably woulda sent you into the stratosphere!” Charlotte giggled.

The couple laughed it off, though they chose not to dwell on the thought of what might have actually happened had the foot actually connected with them. A few parting words were shared, and both parties continued on their way.

Charlotte moved along and stopped in front of another storefront, gazing over the second floor railing and into the windows.

The plaza erupted into chaos. Shouts resounded from around the corner. Glass was shattered and sprayed out over the area. An alarm began to blare. Panic shot through the mall and the citizens began to scatter.

Charlotte snapped her gaze over to the source of the commotion. The giantess’s heart skipped a beat as fear gripped her. Three men, burly and armed, were robbing a store.

Her head raced, Charlotte wasn’t sure what to do. Should she run? Hide? Call someone? Her confusion only lasted a few moments though as a thought pierced through the storm in her mind. Did she really have anything to fear from the bad men? They didn’t seem to have any firearms on them, just some pieces of pipe and a baseball bat. Sure they were big and burly, but just one of Charlotte’s thighs was bigger than two of them combined. Even one of her breasts probably weighed about as much as the smallest of the robbers. Maybe the giantess could actually do some good with her size.

Sure, she’d helped people get down from high places, had gotten cats out of trees, had done some heavy lifting. But she had a real opportunity to do some real good. And how good would she look while doing it? Definitely big points for her social media! She was resolved. Charlotte gingerly slipped her tablet phone into her pocket and stepped toward the robbers.

“Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice called out. The giantess stomped her feet as she moved forward, an attempt at some intimidation. The ground trembled and shook as she stepped, items in the windows of the nearby stores shook and jostled. She placed her hands on her hips authoritatively and glared down past her chest to the man who was assigned a lookout duty.

Why there was a lookout was a bit of a mystery, as the operation wasn’t exactly a quiet one. Still, there he was. The beanie-wearing man stared up at the curvaceous giantess before him. He let out an audible gulp and brought his baseball bat up defensively.

“Woah… W-who are you? Stay back!”

Charlotte furrowed her brows a bit and tilted her head in a sign of confusion. “Wait, you like, actually don’t know? You know, Charlotte Fletcher, the fabulous and super cute giantess of New Duncord?”

The man stared blankly.

“I’m like on a ton of social media, you really don’t know who I am?”

“You some kind of mutant superhero or something?” The man gripped his bat tighter.

Charlotte squinted and crinkled her nose in disgust. She wasn’t particularly fond of being called a ‘mutant’. She was also a bit upset that the man seemed to be completely ignoring the words that came from her mouth. She rolled her eyes and took another step forward.

“No, I’m not some mutant superhero, just a girl who grew a little too much. I’m also the girl who’s gonna kick your butts if you don’t stop what you’re doing.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“Yo, Jerry, Will, we got a giant super girl out here!” The man called back.

Charlotte’s luminescent green eye twitched. The man had completely ignored her words, again. She didn’t have the worst temper out there, the giantess couldn’t really afford to. But she would have been lying if she had said she didn’t toy with the notion of absolutely squishing the man in front of her.

“Oh shit! She’s huge! What should we do?” Another man’s voice shouted as a bigger robber stepped through the broken glass window and back out into the plaza.

“Wh-what? That’s like super rude to say…” Charlotte placed a hand on her tummy and twisted her lips.

“What’s all the ruckus? I got the jewels, let's get out of here!” The third and final robber shouted as he emerged, even bigger than the last. The man looked like a defensive tackle for a professional football team. He must have been at least six foot three inches tall and around three hundred pounds. Big and scary compared to most people. But Charlotte Fletcher was definitely not most people.

“Woah, that’s a huge bitch!” The big man exclaimed at having his vision blocked by the immense frame of Charlotte.

“You guys are super rude! I should just squish you right now!” Charlotte growled, her temper slipping. She took another earth-shaking step forward.

“Here, Tony, take the jewels and scram! We’ll meet you at the hideout!” The huge thief tossed his bag of stolen goods to the scrawny man who had been on lookout duty.

The sack was so laden with stolen gems that Tony stumbled as it collided with his chest. He wrapped his arms around the robbers’ prize and made a break for it. The scrawny man darted off into the plaza. Charlotte’s golden hair whipped about her as she snapped her attention to the man. She watched as the little guy vaulted over the edge of a fountain and splashed his way over to the other side of the outdoor mall area.

“Alright Jerry, get her!” The biggest of the three, barked.

“Huh?” Charlotte’s stare was brought back to the two robbers still in front of her as the smaller of the pair swung his iron pipe at her knee. She winced in anticipation of the strike. A loud clank resounded as the iron struck the giantess squarely. Charlotte was surprised to find that while the cool metal of the pipe could be felt through her leggings, there was hardly any pain at all. That was the best the burly guy could do?
She looked down with confusion evident on her face. “Really? Dude, that was like, kinda pathetic.”

Charlotte swiftly bent down and reached for her assailant. The man must have been frozen in shock, for he did nothing to dodge out of the way. One of Charlotte’s hands closed around his arm, and the other around his side. As simple as that, the burglar was trapped. He yelped as he was hoisted up into the air. Charlotte straightened back upright, her breasts jostling.

“Let me go! Put me down! What the hell are you doing?” Jerry, the burglar, shouted. He struggled, kicked, wiggled, but could do nothing to break the giant girl’s grasp.

Charlotte held the man out in front of her, her heavy arms squeezing her massive breasts together. The thought of toying with the criminal crossed her mind for a moment, however with one robber still cracking away at her meaty legs, and the other one making off with the jewels, she knew she didn’t have the time.

“Alrighty!” She chirped just before she lifted the man up and hooked the burglar’s hood onto one of the lamp posts that dotted the outdoor mall. Jerry kicked and fought, but took pause when he looked down to the drop that awaited him if he somehow got loose. His stomach did flips and he ceased in his movements, the color drained from his face.

“Get me down!”

“Like, no way dude, you’re gonna wait there till the cops come,” Charlotte smirked. Her heart was aflutter. She was actually stopping a crime! The giant girl was giddy with excitement. She did a little hop of glee, but quickly snapped her gaze back down to her legs. Her thighs were still jiggling from the impacts of the baseball bat. The big and scary man with the bat was nowhere to be found though. Her mint green eyes darted about, hair bounced as she turned her head, bodacious body jiggled with the movements. Charlotte eventually spotted the man headed in the opposite direction from the one with the jewels. Too bad for her that outdoor malls had so many ways in and out.

“Oh gosh dang it…” Charlotte sighed and shook her head. “Gotta get the jewels back.”

The giantess burst into action, headed toward the fountain she had seen the robber run through. Her great and mighty strides had her over the fountain in a matter of moments. The small jump she did to clear the water wound up with her sending another ripple through the plaza as the landed. She was grateful that all of the mall-goers had cleared out when the alarm sounded. No need to look out where she was stepping or jumping. The jewel thief had disappeared past another mall store ahead, but the giantess was on the hunt.

Charlotte skidded on her shoes as she rounded a corner. Her target was right in front of her, hefting the sack of stolen goods and headed toward the mall exit. If the man got out, he’d be in the streets, and dodging pedestrians and cars was definitely not something Charlotte wanted to deal with. She’d have to catch up to him.

Booming footsteps and reverberations through the earth foretold Charlotte’s approach. Tony turned his head and saw the giant squishy gal gaining on him fast. There was no way he’d outrun her, each one of her steps was practically four of his. He had to outsmart her. Though her long legs and powerful body could move her fast, he doubted she was as nimble as he was. He had to take a gamble.

“Just stop running already dude! I hate running!” Charlotte shouted after the burglar. Her boulders of breasts were bouncing uncontrollably under her shirt, slamming around this way and that. Even though her bottom was restricted by three sets of leggings, even her titanic cheeks clapped together ever so slightly as they shifted up and down, side to side. Charlotte furrowed her brows. Jogging was not one of her favorite things,but she was nearly on top of the robber. The chase would be over soon. Then he disappeared.

Tony stopped on his heels and whipped around. He broke into a sprint as quick as he could, headed straight for the giantess who was only a few feet behind him. The burglar gulped as he charged the giant wall of jiggling flesh that were Charlotte’s thighs. He ducked low, and shot right between the woman’s calves.

Charlotte stumbled at the sudden move, in shock at the disappearance of the robber in front of her. “Huh?” She blurted out in genuine surprise.

She tried to stop herself in her tracks, but slowing her massive self to a stop was as hard as it looked. She tripped up a bit, but eventually found her footing and turned about to run down the robber once again.

The giantess was fast and powerful, but definitely not nimble enough. The robber knew he could out-maneuver her. Tony vaulted over the short rim around the fountain once again. He knew from the booming footsteps and the angry shouting that the giant woman was right behind him. There was no time to pause, he simply had to execute his plan. He hoped that the stonework of the fountain would trip the woman up. Tony turned on his heel and raced around the fountainhead itself, and headed back toward the exit.

Charlotte stepped one foot over the rim and into the water just as Tony pulled his maneuver. She stopped as best she could and tried to reach for the robber. The villain narrowly escaped her grasp, though she felt the fabric of his shirt brush against her fingertips. Charlotte got back upright and went to turn around, but bumped her calf into the centerpiece of the fountain. She stumbled backward, her powerful leg breaking right through the stonework, and she tripped. Charlotte let out a holler as she fell backward.

The giantess’s shapely shadow was once more cast over the robber. Surely she couldn’t have followed his movements so fast. For a brief moment he turned his head, only to see his oncoming downfall. Charlotte’s titanic rear, two huge moons threatening to tear out of their fabric prison, were headed right for him. The man leapt for safety, but he wasn’t carried far enough.

Charlotte knew the guy was right behind her. Images of the man, smeared across her backside flooded her mind. Grim and gruesome imagery never sat well with Charlotte, and the thought of doing such a heinous thing caused her to deathly pale, even in the midst of her fall. She tried to adjust herself so she could somehow catch herself, maybe land easier, though there wasn’t much she could do in the moment before impact.

The meteoric ass of the giantess crashed into the plaza with an earth-shaking boom. The outdoor mall rumbled from the impact. Charlotte winced before she looked down, worried about what she might find. She could feel a lump beneath one of her soft cheeks. The robber had to be beneath her. She could only hope that her efforts to catch her fall with her hand had helped.

Tony, meanwhile, had his whole world consumed by a soft and squishy prison. The giantess’s legging-clad bottom fell onto him, rolled over him, squished around him. It was heavy, the girl was so impossibly heavy. But it was also soft and squishy. He fell to the ground, and the right cheek of the giantess’s oversized, overstuffed marshmallow rear buried his body. Tony reached an arm out, an attempt to grab the bag of jewels that had landed a short distance away. He managed to get his head poked out from under the giantess as well, able to gasp for air. He saw the giantess’s powerful arm to the side, supporting herself. If it weren’t for that, he’d have been a goner for sure. Tony felt his stomach drop at the realization. How narrowly he had avoided becoming a bloody mess all over the plaza. He felt nauseous.

The massive girl had herself propped up on one arm, her opposite cheek squished into the small crater her impact had made. She looked back and saw the man wriggling about, below her right butt cheek, trying to make an escape, trying to reach for the bag of jewels. The man stopped his fighting for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, but returned to his struggle soon enough.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head as if to shake away the bad sensations that had washed over her. The giant girl regained her composure and tried to act the part of the hero.

“Not getting away now! Like, you can stop trying dude, there’s, like, no way you’ll get out of there.”

“Get off me! Your fat ass is crushing me! You could have killed me, you crazy bitch!” Tony struggled to get the words out. Between heavy breaths, gasps for air, and fighting against the crushing weight that pressed down on him, it was obviously hard to shout.

“Hey now, I’d like, be more grateful if I were you. I’m a sweetie, I’d never crush someone like that! Maybe you shouldn’t have done crimes!.”

“Fuck you!”

“Language! Gosh, you are so rude. Listen, dude, my juicy ass is gonna keep you right here till the cops come,” Charlotte snidely remarked. Fat ass wasn’t wrong, but she liked to paint her prodigious posterior in a more positive and trendy light. Surely the cops would arrive soon, the alarm had been blaring for a while. “Hey, at least you’ll have a story to tell the other criminals, huh?” Charlotte giggled.

Across the way, several people had gathered to watch the events. Those who hadn’t simply fled the mall immediately had their phones out, aimed toward the giantess. Many of them cheered, all were taking photos and film with their phones. Charlotte could only imagine the view they were getting, and she knew she was going to blow up even more on social media. Butts were in, after all, and Charlotte had an awful lot of booty. She glanced back again, but was focused on her dumptruck, rather than the man beneath it. The giantess shifted herself to try and make her mountain of a bottom even more prominently displayed. Already she could feel the buzzes from her tablet as she received notification after notification.

“Like, I’m @Charlotte_the_Giantess if you want to tag me!” She shouted to the crowd. “Stopping crime one day at a time!” The giant girl giddily called out. The sound of sirens in the distance drew nearer. Charlotte’s heart fluttered at the thought of her victory over the petty crime. Thoughts and images filled her head. The robbers had mistaken her for a giant super. Maybe that’s just what she would become.

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