Baltimore's Quaker.

Journal Entry 1/14/04

Baltimore's Quaker has been the bane to my survival group's existence for years, however I have known her since before the infection began. Before she was dubbed "The Baltimore Quaker" she was once known as Diana O'Shey, my ex girlfriend and co-worker at a Blockbuster call center. When the infection began, I noticed that she started complaining that her shoes were starting to not fit. Visibly before my eyes her clothes began to rip, at first she understandably made a big fuss about it but over time she...began to think it was normal. What was at first a blessing, however, was her increased libido for the first couple of nights of this infection. After about a couple of days, it started to not be fun anymore, she towered over my 6'1ft tall body at 6'8ft tall and I was beginning to get really concerned for her, but she hardly seemed to care by then. Another point of concern has to be her growing clit, which now looks to be a 6 inch penis; I've heard and read about this futa virus that was going on, but when she developed the penis completely, I knew it was too late for her. At the time Quakers weren't known widely yet, so the height was a bit of a major shock for me.

Sex was beginning to become...painful...she was at 8'9ft tall by the end of the first week, bruises coated my body and I believe a bone may have broken. My cock was in pain, but sex was managing to slow her growth down. I couldn't keep doing this anymore, I had to leave the house and hide somewhere. I was also starting to notice at this point she was becoming more and more anti-social, instead of talking sometimes she'd just get right to fucking me by grabbing me and picking me up, carrying me to the bedroom. The day after the first week she broke the bed, laying asleep at 10'1ft tall in the ruined rubble that once was our marital bed. I snuck out of the house, making sure she didn't hear me and chase me to protect her property from leaving

At the moment of me writing this I could hear her above us walking across the street, the whole subway rumbled and quaked, but luckily the structural integrity of the place holds up against a giantess's beautiful pale smooth footsteps. I do miss her, but I know that if I see her again I'd parish possibly.

The next time I saw her after my escape, she was 30 feet tall just about, and humping a building with her giant cock. The whole neighborhood she haunted smelled of her cum, it seemed this was her love nest. Our old house was now ripped apart, most likely when she outgrew the house, or possibly she rammed her cock into it a few times because in the back of her mind it reminded her of me. I was foolish and tried to call out to her, but she didn't speak, she only charged directly towards me, however luckily she wasn't big enough for this encounter to have a 0% chance of escape, so I managed to get inside of a still working car parked outside of our former neighbor's driveway and went as fast as I could to get away from her.

Now she's just over 70 feet tall, and so big that she could squish a car with her feet. There's no doubt in my mind that if I had met her a week after that day I saw her humping that house, I'd be dead inside of her pussy or against her beautiful cock. Perhaps when all hope is lost of survival I shall seek my beloved again and gladly willingly have a fatal night of passion with her. Till then I shall try and survive and watch my love from a distance.

~ Korben Strauss