Get a Confederate

Although Heather has gone a bit sex-crazed and insane, she's also starting to think more clearly. Her intelligence has increased as well with her increase in size, and she knows she'll need a big area to roam after she's had her ****...as well as someone who can act for her in regular society.

As she thinks, one name and one face comes to mind. There's always Tim, a sweet little guy who's always been nice to her...who's appreciated her intellect and has never insulted her. She needs to find him...and she knows where he is now. She manages to go to his place, a fairly large country estate (his science has done well in paying) and soon she sees him. She giggles, wondering what his first reaction will be when he sees her...and she approaches him in what he calls his "back yard." Tim actually takes the shock pretty well. Sure his jaw drops and he looks terrified...but then he somehow recognizes her.

"H-heather?" he says, "that you?"

"Yes, Tim, sweetie," she says, lowering herself to look him in the eye, "it's me. Look, I need your help."

"Um...okay, sure," says Tim, "whatever you need."

He doesn't know what's going on, but knows better than to argue with a giantess...and he very much likes Heather as well, so naturally he's willing to help.

"I need to hide out here," she says, "the people...that did this to me are probably going to come looking for me...and I want you to help me get my **** on all the people who've wronged me...and you."

Tim thinks about that one and smiles at her.

"Well," says he, "I'd like to make sure nobody hurt you...and of course I can help you."

Heather giggles.

"This is going to be fun," she says, "thanks, Timmy."

With that, she guides him forward gently with one hand and plants a massive, face-covering kiss on him. His entire face is covered momentarily by her full-puckered lips...then...