Version with brother and sister giants

Jack and the Beanstalk
By Lubrican

Chapter One

You've all heard the tale.  You heard it as a wee child, no doubt, about how some beans got dropped on the ground and there grew from those beans a giant beanstalk, which Jack climbed up and so and so forth.

And some of what you heard was true.  But there was much you didn't hear, because the goodwives of the little village where Jack lived suppressed it...censored it.  They forbade that it be told.

Those frowning women enforced a ban on talking about it.  They didn't mind using the rod to enforce it either, which is why no one knew the whole truth of the matter...until now.

You see, the only person they couldn't control was Jack himself.  And Jack, as it turned out, kept a journal of his exploits.  That journal lay hidden, in a clay pot sealed with wax drippings, until, quite by accident, it was dug up by the plow of a farmer.  That was many, many years later, after the land Jack had lived on changed hands many, many times.

That farmer had no idea that the ground he was plowing had once been the foundation of Jack's house, now long gone.  He was a simple man, who hadn't learned his letters.  When he found the pot, with the book inside, he thought only to keep the pot, which was fine work, and use the pages of the book to start his evening fire in the stove in his house.

How that journal was saved would make a story of its own, but we'll skip over that part.  Suffice it to say that the traveler who sheltered in the old farmer's hut that night, and who saw the journal and glanced through it, took action.  He would not allow it to be burned, and paid a full copper penny to procure ownership of it.

Now I, your humble author, have possession of the journal.  And I paid much more for it, so listen closely, to the whole truth behind Jack and the beans that changed his life forever.

An admission is necessary, before we begin.  Jack was a smart lad, but spare with the stub of pencil he had to write with and the few pages he had upon which to write.  Some small license has been taken to flesh out his comments.

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The first correction to the record is that Jack was adopted.  The story has him living with his mother and sister, but they were not blood relatives.  In truth, Farmer Spriggins was a man who hated farming.  His wife wouldn't do it, and she bore him only a daughter.  So he and his wife took in a waif, a boy who could be made to do the heavy work.  As it turned out, Farmer Spriggins wasn't willing to do even the light work, and wasn't willing to wait for the boy to get big enough to do ALL the work.  He abandoned his entire family to go off and find his fortune.  Since he was never heard from again, it is doubtful he found much more than he left.

At the time his journal begins, Jack was a lad of but sixteen summers.  He lived with his mother, Elizabeth, and his sister, Coreen, who was two years older than Jack.  They resided in a small village in England, far off the beaten path from anywhere, it seemed.

Jack had been taken in, as they call it, when he was eight.  His new father had disappeared only two years later, and since then Elizabeth had eked out a spare living by doing the laundry of those in the village who worked from dawn to dusk in the fields and had no time to wash their own clothes.

Now Jack had all the interests of any young man.  His problem, as it turned out, was that he had no way to pursue those interests.

For example, both of the women living in the house with him were quite comely.  His mother had dark, almost black hair, that hung clear to her heart-shaped buttocks, when it was down at night.  She had been blessed with full, firm breasts, upon which lay brown nipples that were stiff and erect at all times.  Her skin, save that of her hands, was as pale as cotton.  That her ribs showed was only because there was so little to eat in the house, and not a result of breeding.

Coreen inherited her mother's body, if not her looks.  Coreen's hair was as yellow as barley ready for the harvest.  She didn't wear it up, like her mother, but gathered it behind her and tied it with ribbons, every six inches or so.  Like her mother, she had wonderful, large breasts, but the nipples that graced them were of shocking pink.  Her skin was darker, by a few shades, than her mother's, and her ribs did not show, because Elizabeth, while she would deny her own hunger, tried never to give her children less than was needed for strong bodies.

That Jack knew these things is not so odd, by virtue of the fact that their hovel had but one large room, with one large straw mattress upon the old wooden bed frame.  All in the house bathed in the big tub beside the stove, and modesty was a luxury they couldn't afford.

The women were, in fact, so beautiful that they were outcasts in the village.  Young men did not stay in the village, always going off to find their fortune in a city, or adventuring, perhaps.  As a result, the only men around were those who were married and anchored to the home, where their hardworking and well worn wives were their companions.  Many a man's eye wandered toward the hut of the Spriggins women, which raised the ire of their wives.  An angry woman can make the life of her man a living hell, and it wasn't long before men no longer looked...nor talked to...the Spriggins women.

Jack did not feel bad about lusting after his mother and sister, because they were not, after all, of his bloodline.  On the other hand, most of his memories were of them as "Sister" and "Mamma."  Therefore, he felt it was uncouth to dream of doing the things with them that a young man often dreams of doing with a woman.

Jack was as uninteresting as his female relatives were spectacular.  Though not slight of frame, the muscles he had were a gift of birth, rather than from using them often.  He was of average height and average build, with an unkempt shock of brown hair that his mother cut at with a knife, every so often, but usually gave up on when he wouldn't sit still.

And Jack never sat still for long.  His mother and sister thought he was just full of energy, and bemoaned that fact on numerous occasions, when Jack got into trouble.  He rarely helped out around the house and seemed always to be out getting into difficult situations, whether it be stealing an apple from Mr. Brimley's orchard, trying to sneak a pie from the cooling shelf of the baker's window, or chasing the girls and lifting their skirts.

But Jack wasn't simply full of nervous energy.  Indeed, the lack of modesty in the house left him full of energy of a different kind.  As he grew, and viewed the private treasure that was so openly displayed in the house, he found that it caused...difficulties.

Such difficulties began one night when he climbed into bed with his mother and sister and, to his unending surprise, the thing that usually hung limply between his thighs grew strong and straight, like a stick of wood.  It being summer, and none of them having on nightclothes, this surprising development was impossible to hide.

Not that he would have hidden it.  He was fascinated by it, actually, and placed his hand upon it as a natural result of examining it.

"What are you doing?" asked Coreen.

"Look at my pecker!" gasped Jack.  "It's gone rigid!"

"What!?" yelled his mother, who was on the other side of Coreen.

She sat up and viewed the subject under discussion.

"You stop that this instant!" cried the poor woman.

"Stop what, mother?" asked Jack, his hand gripping the stiff column of flesh that jutted from his loins.

"Stop touching it!" she wailed.  "You'll go blind as a bat!"

"Keep that thing away from me!" shouted Coreen.  "It's bad enough there are no men to marry in this horrid place.  Be careful where you aim that, lest it get me with child and I remain unwed my entire life!"

"Go outside and make it go down!" ordered his mother, who, truth be known, had not removed her eyes from it since she first sat up.  It had been many years since she had seen a thing such as had brought her the only pleasure she could now remember in her sad, hard life.

Poor Jack.  He had no idea of how it had gotten this way, much less how to make it return to normal.  He did get up, and he did go outside, but his penis remained as rigid as ever.  Finally, he went back in.

"Mother, I don't know how to make it go away," he moaned.

Elizabeth covered her eyes with a hand.  "Well I certainly can't help you.  Coreen!  Help your brother!"

"Me!?" squealed the girl.  "I'll not touch it.  I've never touched one in my life!"

"Well, then," said her mother, "it's high time you did so you'll know what to do with one should you be so lucky as to find a man."

"But I DON'T know what to do with it," moaned Coreen.  "All I know is how dangerous they are!"

"Oh all RIGHT!" snapped Elizabeth.  "I'll show you, but one time only!"

What transpired then was to change Jack's life in many ways.  He was made to stand beside the bed, where both women knelt in front of him.  The first touch of his mother's hand on his prick was electric in its intensity.  Then he almost swooned as that hand slid...inward, stretching the loose skin around the tip until it seemed almost to break.  Surprisingly, it slid effortlessly past the crown, before she pulled it back toward them, covering the tip again.

She did but three short strokes in the time it took Jack to suck his lungs so full of air that they felt like they'd burst.  Then she turned it over to Coreen.

"Like that," she said, somewhat breathlessly.  It had been some time since she'd touched one herself, and she found it entirely too much to her liking.

Coreen's hand had a completely different feel.  Coreen's hands had not yet suffered from immersion into harsh, soapy water, like his mother's, which were rough to the touch.  Coreen's hand was soft and warm.  She gave the thing three or four tentative strokes.

"This isn't so bad," she said softly.  "I rather like its feel."

"You'll like it a lot more in another..."  Elizabeth's lips sealed tightly, before she could utter the final word: "place."

"When will it stop being so long...and warm...and hard?" asked Coreen, as her hand seemed to get the hang of stroking smoothly.

A long stream of white jetted from the tip of the organ, splattering all over Coreen's pale breasts.  One nipple all but disappeared in the deluge, as another spurt followed the first, and then two more followed that one.

"About now," sighed Elizabeth, who had not had a man, nor seen sperm in more than five years.

Jack sat down hard, on the dirt floor, which hurt his naked buttocks quite a bit.

"Oh my!" he sighed, ignoring the pain in his behind and concentrating on the delicious feeling in his penis.

Elizabeth's hands darted to press against her daughter's chest and came away thick with white spunk.  She rubbed her hands together industriously.

"Tis excellent for the skin, as I recall," she said, wiping her hands against her breasts for good measure.  "Rub it in, dear, but keep it away from between your legs."

"Ooooo," complained Coreen, who looked down at the mess on the front of her body.  "It's warm, but looks loathsome."

"That, my dear, is what makes a woman's belly swell until it fairly bursts with a child in it."  Her mother's voice was heavy with the gravity of her warning.

"Seems a messy way of making a baby," complained Coreen, who was trying to wipe the stuff into her skin, with little success.

"It's not messy at all, when a man spurts it up inside you," said Elizabeth, remembering the feeling of that.

"I don't see how that could be."  Her daughter sounded unconvinced.  "Surely that thing wouldn't fit inside a woman."

"When the time comes, daughter, it will fit.  Believe me.  You'll find that it fits well...and often if you're lucky."

Then they all went back to bed, and finally to sleep.

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That incident changed things in the household.  Not that there was any increase in modesty.  Things went on as usual in that way, and Jack was exposed to the naked bodies of his mother and sister regularly.

What changed was that his reaction to that, which was just as regular, got him tossed outside, where he was expected to deal with the problem himself.  Coreen said it was too messy, and his mother refused to touch him.  He was told to handle things himself...quite literally...threat of blindness or not.

And so Jack learned to get himself off, which some scholars credit for the invention of the term "jack off," though this author views that theory with some skepticism.

All things considered, it wouldn't have been a miserable life, except for the fact that Jack found himself needing to jack off rather more frequently than once a day.  All he had to do was look at his mother or sister and imagine it was bed time and...presto.

It was for this reason that Mrs. Twilby, the candle maker's wife, was exposed to the sight of Jack...jacking off...in the middle of the day...as she brought her laundry to the Spriggins house.

Well, to say that things went suddenly downhill is shortchanging the vituperative manner in which Mrs. Twilby described the incident to her friends.  She claimed the boy exposed himself intentionally.  Somehow, in the telling, she came to describe the frantic avoidance of the lusty young man, and the frenzied actions she took to preserve her virtue from the slavering satyr she described the boy to be.

The amount of laundry Elizabeth had to do dropped sharply.

In the end, the cupboard was bare, and Elizabeth was forced to send Jack off with the family cow, to sell it, to obtain enough money to keep them from starving.  That it was a long journey, and that the cow had a habit of biting, didn't bother Elizabeth at all.

After all, it was Jack's fault that this had to be done.

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Jack trudged along, his spirits sagging, pulling on the frayed rope that went round the cow's neck.  He was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.  He was, therefore, both surprised and happy when he saw a traveler in the distance, coming toward him.

Strangers were always a happy occasion, for they had news of the world outside, and sometimes a good story or two to tell, so Jack's step quickened.

The stranger turned out to be a queer looking fellow, all draped in a long cloak, with a hood over his head, and a stoop to his body, suggesting great age.

"Whither goest thou, boy?" came a gravelly voice from within the hood.

That also suggested great age.  Nobody talked like that anymore.

"I'm off to sell the family cow, so that we can get money, so that we can get food, so that we won't starve," said Jack.

"A poor plan, methinks," said the old man.  "What wilst thou do when the money is all spent?"

"I imagine we'll starve," said Jack, who wasn't stupid.

"Perhaps I canst remedy your dilemma."  The voice was soft.

"How so?"  Jack was interested, but kept an eye on the cow, which was edging toward him, its lips quivering.

"I possess five magic beans," said the old man.  "I'll trade thee for the cow, which I canst ride, to save my feet.  Thou canst plant the beans, which will flourish beyond thy wildest dreams, and have much to eat."

"Magic beans?"

"Most powerfully magic."

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Now Jack had dreams.  Always before they had been only that-dreams.  But now, as he hurried back home, flush with excitement he was sure that since he had procured the magic beans in his pocket, his mother would be so pleased that...perhaps...she might ease the stiffness in his penis that night.

Alas, her reaction was not what he had dreamed.

She was irate.  She screamed at him.  She took the beans from his hand and flung them toward the little round window in the side of the cottage.

One went through, the other four bounced off the wall.  As his mother stormed away from him, still screaming at him for being duped, he found the four beans he still believed were magic and put them back in his pocket.  He couldn't find the one that went through the window.  It had been lost in the grass.

His mother's rage lasted long, and he was forbidden to sleep in the bed with them that night.

"Lie upon the cold, hard ground!" shouted his mother.  "Soon you'll be UNDER the cold, hard ground!  That's where we'll all be in a very short time, thanks to your stupidity!"

Coreen chimed in.  "Yes, your stupidity!"

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He couldn't sleep.

It wasn't fair.

He resolved to run away.

He made it ten feet outside the cottage, in the dark, when he smashed into a tree.

"Except"...he thought to himself as he sat on the hard, cold ground..."there is no tree right there."

He got up and, in the moonlight, perceived the leafy thick vine that had...magically...sprouted and grown in but a few minutes.  It was as thick as a tree, and went up as far as he could see.  Somewhere up there were pods...and those pods would contain more beans.

He would show her.  He would show them both.  He'd climb that vine, harvest some beans, and then they'd have something to eat in the morning.  They'd have to apologize to him!

He climbed.

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"Tis indeed strong magic!" thought Jack.  He had been climbing for what seemed like a long time, and ever upwards stretched the beanstalk.  He stopped to rest.  He was hungry.  "While I have yet to see a bean pod," he thought, "there are surely some up there somewhere, and I have four beans in my pocket."

He made a snack of one bean, nibbling around the edges until it cracked and he was able to consume it.  It was dry and he wished he had something to drink with it, but his stomach growled less, so he climbed some more.  It appeared to be morning, because the light grew as he climbed, but he knew he had only been working his way upward for no more than an hour.  It was odd, but then this whole beanstalk was odd.

He felt the wetness of mist and realized he had climbed clear into the clouds.  Up this high it was daylight, for all intents and purposes.  That helped, because the clouds shortened his view.  He'd never known how thick clouds were, but was correct in assuming that, sooner or later, he'd climb out of the cloud.  He was expecting that.

What he wasn't expecting was what he saw perched on top of the cloud he climbed out of.  He stopped, staring in awe.  It was a house...a huge house...and well built in the Tudor style.

Now the reader may pause and think it odd that there could be a house, sitting on a cloud.  But remember Jack had been climbing a magic beanstalk, magic being the operative word here.  And so, when Jack probed with his foot, and found solid ground beneath the swirling mists a leg span from the stalk, he jumped and found himself walking on air.  At least it looked like he was walking on air.  Then an errant breeze parted the mist at his feet and he saw that there was indeed something solid beneath his feet.

He approached the huge house without fear.  Jack had experienced nothing much in his short life that had caused fear in him.  England, in those days, was a peaceful and mostly sedate place.  Other than the odd dangerous spider, there was really not much to fear, and if one was careful, even spiders were not really a threat.

By stretching his arm upwards, he was able to reach the latch on the front door of the house.  He lifted it and stepped into the dim interior.

It was fascinating.  He felt a little like one of the dolls that Coreen had played with when he was younger.  Everything looked perfectly normal, except for the fact that everything was just enough oversized that he didn't fit in well.  There was a hearth he could walk into if he ducked a bit.  There were chairs, and a table, and paintings hung on the wall.  He couldn't get over how it looked like a doll house, with him as the doll, except that he was only half the size to fit in it properly.

His nose detected a delicious odor, and he followed the scent to a kitchen.  There, all semblance of normality was suspended.

It wasn't the accoutrements in the room that shocked him.  It was the giant in the room.

Well, it was the giantess in the room, to be precise.  For the large person was undoubtedly female in form.  And, to set another myth straight, "giant" is probably not a fair word, at least not in terms of how they are usually portrayed.

This woman wasn't twenty feet tall.  She was more likely about eight feet ten inches in height.  Jack couldn't know it, but she was about average for a woman of her race...or ethnicity...or whatever one calls being a giant.  Other than her amazing size, she looked quite normal.  That is to say that if she were walking toward you, and was some distance away, you'd simply think she was closer to you than she was.

Her hair was a burnished brown, that looked like copper mixed with brass, and it hung wetly down about four feet or so.  That was because she was in the process of washing it, while a stew simmered on the stove.  Jack's practiced eye viewed that stove with some discomfort.  One of his tasks was keeping the wood pile at home well stacked, so that if they ever had any food, his mother would be able to cook it.  This stove, he noticed, would take a "stick" that might measure as much as three or four feet long, and as thick as Jack was around.

But he didn't spend much time looking at the stove.  The giantess was much more interesting.  She had, as it turned out, removed her dress while she washed her hair, so as not to get it wet.  Bent over the sink the way she was, her truly astonishing breasts hung down such that if Jack walked under her, he'd need to duck.

Not that he'd want to.  Those breasts looked just like others he'd seen as they wobbled enticingly, while her hands scrubbed at her scalp.  Jack observed that the nipples on those breasts were about the size of the thick end of a carrot.  His mouth watered at the thought of both carrots and of having that nipple in his mouth.  He didn't question why he might wish to suck at that nipple.  He simply recognized that such a thing might be possible.

The giant woman was standing with her legs spread.  The usual description might be "shoulder's width apart," except that her shoulders were about the length from Jack's toes to his chest.  In any case, she was unknowingly exposing to Jack a bush of hair that would decently cover a grown man's head, though the sight might be humorous.  Imagine long, brown crinkly hair sprouting in all directions from a man's head.  I'm sure I'd laugh, though it would be rude.

But what drew Jack's attention was the enormous pair of juicy looking pussy lips that drooped below that hair.  They looked like bolts of velvet cloth, in a way, deep with rich color that ranged from maroon on the outside parts to something very close to pink where they gaped open slightly.  It's understood that "gaped" and "slightly" used in conjunction like this is a poor description, but while by giant standards her pussy lips were slightly open, by Jack's standards they gaped wide.  He stifled a hysterical giggle as the memory of the veterinarian's last visit came to him.  The man had stuck his entire arm up the cow's rear end as part of his examination.  Jack looked at his arm, and then at that pussy.  It wasn't at all difficult to imagine he could do the same in this particular situation.

He felt a sudden pressure in his pants.  It was accompanied by a feeling that he knew well...a feeling of pleasure as, he knew, his prick began to stiffen.  He expected that, under the circumstances.

What he didn't expect was the result of his having consumed a magic bean, and the magic from that bean having gotten into his bloodstream.

The pressure grew and grew, until he winced at the pain.  Looking down, his eyes grew large as saucers.  Some wild animal had taken refuge in his pants and was clawing its way out!  There could be no other explanation for the immense bulge there.  As he watched, the cloth of his trousers failed, and the beast sprang forth, seeking freedom.

There were, in the following few seconds of time, a variety of interesting results.

First, the pressure and pain vanished.

Second, Jack had to put one foot forward, to keep from falling down.

Third, and most important, Jack realized that what had burst forth through his shredded trousers was no animal.  It was his prick.  He was quite sure of that, even though the thing jutting from his groin was now fully two feet long, and as thick as his thigh.  He stared at it as it bobbed gently before coming to rest.  It was obvious that the weight of the thing was what was trying to pull him forward.  But his thigh was running into something and he teetered alarmingly.

He moved his head sideways, to see what was making it difficult for him to move his foot forward.  His balls had grown too!  They appeared large enough to fill a bushel basket!

My apologies, dear reader.  Even I, in my pursuit of the truth, can be tempted to overstate the facts.  This is common when giant things are involved in a story.  It is closer to the truth that Jack's balls were now the size of a well grown, if misshapen muskmelon.

In any case, the fourth result of this unfortunate situation was that the ripping of Jack's pants alerted the giantess that someone was in the kitchen with Dinah.

Her name, you see, was Dinah.

You can imagine her dismay when she was confronted with what appeared to be a toddler, who appeared to be toddling toward her, in fact, with a phallus that came from her dreams.

It was very unsettling.

"Who are you?" she thundered.  Actually, she spoke in a quite normal, if surprised voice, but it sounded like thunder to Jack, who covered his ears and winced.  He also started shaking like a leaf.  Courage was not Jack's strong suit.  As he had never been afraid, he'd never developed any courage either.

"J-J-Jack," he stammered.

"And where did you come from, Jack?" asked the woman, her tone lower.

Jack, who was shaking visibly now, was having trouble thinking.  Suddenly the whole story of how he'd gotten here seemed like it would take too many words.  He distilled it down to just one.

"M-m-magic?" he croaked.

Dinah took in the sight of the small person, with the impressively large sexual organ, which seemed to be almost humming with energy as it shimmered back and forth.

"Well how about that!" she purred.  "I was just thinking about how unhappy I am that I'm alone all day long, and what should pop up but my very own personal, talking vibrator!"

"V-v-vibrator?" stuttered Jack.

"And its voice even vibrates too!" said Dinah, happily.

She stepped forward and reached for him.

Chapter Two

One must, at this point, view this from two very different perspectives.  We'll start with Jack's.

By the time he realized he was about to be captured, those very impressive and, as it turned out, very warm and soft breasts were clamped around his head as she leaned forward and picked him up with a hand on each side of his waist.  Imagine being a five year old, being picked up and hugged by a naked Dolly Parton.

His world jerked and swayed as he was carried to a chair, where the giantess holding him then sat.   He felt like a child being picked up, and it was only normal for him to expect to be plopped down on the giantess' lap.

What actually happened was that, instead of being sat upon them, he was pulled between her thighs.  Then something deliciously soft and warm surrounded his enormous penis, and Jack stopped thinking about what it was like to be a little boy being picked up by a big person.

His teeth rattled in his head as he was violently shaken.  It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't being shaken, so much as jerked toward her and then pushed away again, over and over.  By gripping her wrists with his hands he was able to stabilize himself a bit.

That's when he had the time and room to think about the surprising fact that he was no longer a virgin.

He looked down to see his gigantic penis slicking in and out, between those tasty looking pussy lips he had seen.   It blew his mind.  In fact, it blew more than his mind.  It blew his nuts too.

From Dinah's perspective, it was a dream come true.  Dinah was a hot blooded giantess and had a libido that went with the size of her body.

The problem was that the male to female ratio in the land of giants was two to one...in the wrong direction for the females.  She lived with her brother, who was a good provider, but her older sisters, who lived several clouds over, got the pick of the litter, so to speak.  What was left over didn't appeal to Dinah, and her prospects for finding romance...or just sex, for that matter...were pretty dismal.

Healthy young giantesses had literally gallons of hormones rushing through their veins, though, and she still got horny on a regular basis.

It was for that reason that she didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes.  And what she was sliding in and out of her now thoroughly happy pussy was bigger than what would be on a horse anyway.   It had all the advantages.  It was long and thick.  It was warm and hard.  And it was attached to something that could even talk!  Talking would be for later, of course, but it was very important.  She had it on good authority that her sisters husbands never talked to them after making love.  They just rolled over and went to sleep.

Some things are the same in any culture, as it turns out.

Everything was going quite nicely, as far as Dinah was concerned, and she was a very happy giantess indeed.  She got even more excited quite soon.

"It even spurts!" she sighed.

Then she got less happy, because after it spurted, it did the same thing her sisters complained about.

It got soft.

"No, no, no!" she scowled angrily, looking at Jack for the first time since shed started using him to try to soothe the ache in her loins.  "You're not done yet!"

Jack, somewhat dazed by all this, knew what it felt like to squirt, and he also knew what happened to his penis when it did so.  That was, after all, why his mother sent him outside...to make it soft and small again.

"I believe I AM done," he gasped, quite honestly.

"This will never do!" said a very unhappy Dinah.  "You're magic.  Make it get hard again!"

"I'll try," sighed Jack.  What had just happened to him had felt SO good that he was very motivated to do it again.

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There was much discourse in the minutes that followed.  It might be of interest to scholars, concerned with conversation between giants and humans, but we won't repeat it all here.  Suffice it to say that, while Dinah waited for Jack to become useful again, she got his story out of him.  When it became evident that the thing that had been so impressive before, and had promised to give her so much pleasure, was now doll sized again, she put her giant brain to work.  She believed in magic.  She'd seen many things magical.  All she had to do was figure out the formula needed and she could solve the problem.

She set Jack on the floor, which put his face right in front of her wide spread pussy lips.  Those lips were glistening and the maw between them was full of pearly white liquid.  Jack stared in awe.  He could usually get three or four nice spurts out of his prick, but this...this would fill a drinking mug!

He was distracted from thoughts like that, though, as she put her dress back on.  Then she questioned him closely about his actions, while she fed him stew, which she dripped into a thimble.  He ate ravenously, drinking it like soup, but answered her questions patiently, describing the whole series of events that had led him to her door.

"Show me these beans," she said.

He fished the three remaining beans out of his pocket, staring at the shredded front of his pants.  It was hard to believe that what he thought had happened had in fact happened.  The pants were the proof, along with an astonishing sense of well being.

"You said there were five," said Dinah.  "One grew the beanstalk you climbed.  I see only three now.  Where is the fourth?"

"I ate it," said Jack.  "I was hungry."

Dinah thought.  If the beans were magic, and produced giant bean stalks, might they not make other things giant as well?

"Eat another one," she said.

"But I only have three left," complained Jack.  "And your stew is much tastier than the beans."

"Don't go anywhere," commanded Dinah.

She strode from the room.  Jack expected the floor to shake and shudder, but it didn't.  She was, after all, not quite twice his size.  She was gone for but a few moments and came back with one hand held in a fist.  She opened it to show him a dozen or more beans.  Other than the fact that they were a bit greener, they looked exactly like the three he still had.

"Try one of these," said Dinah, pinching one between her finger and thumb and holding it out to him.  "I got them off of your beanstalk."

Jack's stomach was full, but he ate the bean anyway, to please the woman who held his fate in her considerably large hands.

They waited.  She peered at the hole in the front of his pants.

"Nothing's happening," she complained.

Jack's mind had calmed and he put it to use.

"I have an idea," he said.

"What's that?" asked Dinah.

"Well before, when I first saw you, you were naked," said Jack.  "I found that to be an exceedingly pleasant sight."

"Why thank you!" Dinah preened.

"I was particularly entranced with your teats," he said.

She frowned.  "Young man, I do NOT have teats.  COWS have teats.  GOATS have teats.   I have breasts, and don't you forget it!"

"Well, whatever you call them, I'd love to see them again," said Jack.  He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought.  "I think that might help."

Dinah looked at him appraisingly.  Small he might be, but his tastes were those of a male.   She opened her dress and let her breasts hang out.

Jack's eyes sparkled.  "I think it might be working.  I don't suppose you'd mind if I tasted those delicious looking tea...um...nipples?"

Which is how Dinah and Jack found out that the beans were indeed responsible for his gigantic erection, which was faithfully reproduced as he labored to suck at a nipple that was easily as big as a well grown strawberry.

Dinah, being quite interested in taking up where she had left off,  simply lifted her dress and plugged him in again, as she had done before.

"You must last longer this time," she murmured, enjoying the feel of his massive prick pushing her pussy walls apart.

"I-I-It m-m-might b-b-be bet-t-ter if-f-f m-m-my f-f-feet could t-t-touch the f-f-floor," he stuttered as she energetically fucked herself with his penis.

She stopped.  "Do you think so?" she asked.  She was panting.

"You seem in such a hurry," he gasped.  "It tends to make me be in a hurry too."

"Well, we don't want that!" said Dinah.

Soon they were situated on Dinah's bed.  She was lying comfortably back, with her head and back propped up on pillows that would have made a whole bed for Jack, who was standing on his knees.  That put his prick at the perfect height and he slid it in with no help at all from his hostess.

"Ahhhhh," she purred.  "That does feel nice, Jack."

Her hips made excellent handles for Jack, which he used, which allowed him to lunge forward, which he knew she liked.

"Mmmmm," she said appreciatively, her eyes smoky with lust.  "Soooo deep."

And, he had but to lean forward, and there were those cherry nipples, so stiff and tasty.  He set up an unconscious rhythm of lunging forward as he sucked mightily, and relaxing his cheeks as he withdrew for another lunge.  He felt something poking him in the stomach, and took time to look down to see what it was.  He was somewhat amazed to see something that looked decidedly like a penis, such as hed had when he was first adopted.  I suppose, these days, a young man might have characterized it as a "joy stick."

"You're a man!" he gasped, stopping to stare at the lump of flesh that was protruding from between the folds at the top of her split.

She looked down and laughed.

"That is my clitty, silly little man.  I do love it when your stomach rubs it well."

It was a little creepy, as far as Jack was concerned, to be rubbing up against something so male looking, but she was indeed appreciative when he did so.  Soon there was a sloshing noise from their joining, and Jack felt his lower body getting wet.  He decided that the obvious conclusion must be wrong.  Strange though she might be, she surely wouldn't piss on him.  Not wanting to offend her by asking if she was, and being a very practical young man, he wiped his hand through the wet mess and sniffed it.  It didn't smell like piss.  It smelled quite tangy and nice, in fact.  It was impulse to taste his wet fingers.  He recoiled instantly, until the taste registered.  He was distracted by her hoarse and quite loud, "Faster, Jack, faster!"  But he would remember that taste later.

He did go faster, and was soon going as fast as his young body was capable of, ramming his oversized prod into her as violently and quickly as he could, and sliding his stomach wetly sideways with each lunge forward.  She seemed to be in a hurry again, which brought sweet pain to his enlarged testicles, and he knew that he'd feel the sweet soothing rush through his prick any second now.

"I need to spew!" he gasped.

"NOT YET!" she bellowed.   

The pain in his ears required that his hands be used to cover them, which meant he couldn't pull himself forward so violently any more.  The only thing he could do was to dig in with his knees and lean forward.  He latched onto a thick nipple and sucked hard, using the suction to pull himself up and wiggle his stomach across her clitty.  He felt the tip of his cock dig into something spongy and firm.

Then he was punished.

At least that's what it felt like to him, initially.  Her legs clamped around his sides, forcing his breath out in a rush.  Her screech was like that of a locomotive, blowing white steam through the brass whistle.

Those were the bad parts.

But there were good parts too.  Something very powerful began massaging his penis, squeezing it everywhere at once and nowhere in particular.  With a pitiful squeak, which was all his empty lungs could produce, he felt that sweetly painful rush through his prick.  He felt himself being propelled out of her by the force of his issue, and had to suffer her cries of ecstasy while his hands gripped her hips and he lunged forward to regain the ground he'd lost.

He became lightheaded as his cock continued to gush in a way that felt like some kind of overlarge hose had been attached to his body and was emptying him of every drop of liquid in him.  He expected to see his skin shrivel and dry up as his prod bucked and his life essence flowed from his body to hers.

Of course he didn't shrivel up.  The story would have ended right there if he had.  And we all know there is more to the story.

Instead, he flopped almost senselessly forward, to lie on her belly, which made a wonderfully soft bed, as her bounteous silky breasts made equally wonderful pillows for his head.

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She recovered first, as often happens when a man and woman are involved in something like this.  She looked down at the little man draped across her front.  Her pussy was still giving luscious little squeezes to the thing that had brought her more pleasure than she could remember.

"Magic he may be," she thought, letting one large hand stroke his tousled hair.  "But definitely a man.  He lies there spent, just like I've heard."  Her next thought was fortunate for Jack.  "Small though he is, he's a lot more fun than a carrot.  I believe I'll keep him."

She was distracted by the faint sound of a male voice, singing so off-key that she wasn't sure what the tune was supposed to be.  There were the even fainter vibrations of his feet hitting the ground hard.

"My brother!" she thought.   She looked at the cuckoo clock, just in time to see a bird that, had Jack seen it, he might have thought was a hawk, pop out and sing "cuckoo" five times.

Where had the time gone?  While she was engaged in such a lovely pastime, the sun had moved much more than she knew, and now her brother was coming home!  Frantically she scooped up the little man.  His penis was once again a wee little thing.  She looked around quickly.  There was no place to put him!  She spied the oven.  It would be warm, but there was no help for it.  She opened the door and stuffed him inside.  She left the door open a bit, so that he wouldn't cook.  At least not right away.

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She was dressed when he tromped into the house.  He stomped everywhere, like a little boy.  It was something she hadn't been able to break him of.  She was glad this time, though, since it had given her warning of his arrival.  She was stirring the porridge as he walked in, her voluminous skirts blocking his view of the partially open oven door.  The last thing she needed now was him looking in the oven to see if there were rolls there.  There should have been, but she had used the time it took to make them for other things...delightful things.

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Jack roused himself and his mind cleared.  He heard a horrible racket, that sounded like tubas and saxophones all playing off-key.  He felt a rhythmic vibration that went with loud thumps, as if an elephant were jumping up and down, somehow.

He looked around.  He recognized both the appliance he was inside and the skirts of the giantess he had just fucked blocking the opening of the door, through which he could probably crawl, if he got the chance.

He hoped he would get the chance.  She had been quite happy with him, but who understood the sensibilities of giants?  She might be just as happy filling her belly with his flesh, through her mouth, as filling it with his spunk, via her pussy.  There were stories about giants...and they weren't very pleasant ones.

"FEE FIE FOE FUM!" came a loud growling voice.  "I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"  Jack peeked past Dinah's skirts.  He saw a very ugly, very tall, very fat and quite bald giant.  He cringed.  This HAD to be Dinah's brother.

It got worse.

"Be he 'live, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread!" roared the giant.

Jack paled.  This wasn't looking good at all.

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 "Oh Mortimer!" sighed Dinah.  "You're always so theatrical about the English.  Why do you hate them so?"

"If you'd had arrows shot in your arse you'd hate 'em too," growled the giant.

"Mortimer?" though Jack.  He grinned.  As scary as the giant looked, with a name like Mortimer it was practically impossible for Jack to think he was really that fierce.

"Well, if you hadn't gone down there and tromped through their gardens, and squashed their cabbages, they might not have shot at you!" said Dinah.

"Maybe," grumbled Mortimer.  "But I knows what I smells.  There's one of them fuckin' Englishmen in here somewhere.  Where are the mouse traps?  I'll catch the little bastard."

Jack tensed.   He hadn't thought of mice.  In this setting, they'd be as big as a dog!

"There's no Englishman, Mortimer," Dinah lied flatly.  "It's just some new spices I'm trying out in the stew.  Sit down.  I want you to try it.  I worked on it all day."

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Jack fanned his face.  He had to stand to the far side of the oven, because the fire box was on the other side.  He was roasting, but there wasn't anything he could do about it.  When Dinah moved, to feed good old Mort, he could see better, and more air got into the oven through the partially open door.  He took a chance while her body blocked the view of her brother and clambered out, to hide behind one of the legs of the stove.  He had to crouch down, but it was cooler.

"Bread!" growled Mortimer.  He got up and came toward the stove.

"NO!" squealed Dinah, her face going pale.

Mortimer turned.  "No?  You always make me rolls, Dinah."

"Not today!" she gasped.  "It took too long to make the stew.  Isn't it tasty?  I'm sure it has ground Englishmen's bones in it.  I got it from Hazel and she hates the little folk too."

"Not even one left over from yesterday?" complained Mortimer.  He bent over, opened the oven and peered inside.  "Guess not," he sighed.  He stood and slammed the door closed.

Jack could see Dinah's eyes, which were as round as the saucers his mother served tea on at home...when there was tea to brew.

"The porridge is good," admitted Mortimer, sitting back down.  "But your old porridge is good too, and I do like my rolls."

"Certainly, dear brother," squeaked Dinah, relaxing.  She looked around, trying to spot Jack.  He didn't want her to give his location away, so he crawled back against the wall at the rear of the stove.  He was a little amazed to find that Mort was her brother, instead of her husband.

They didn't look a thing alike! 

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Jack woke with a start.  He must have fallen asleep.  He wasn't too surprised.  His belly was full, and it was warm under the stove.  He crawled forward to see what the lay of the land was like, so to speak.

At first he thought it must be raining.  There was thunder.  Then he realized it was too regular a sound, coming at even intervals.  He peeked from under the stove and saw Mortimer, with his arms on the table, and his head on his arms, fast asleep.  He was snoring.

Jack looked around.  Dinah was nowhere in sight.  This was his chance.  He crawled out from under the stove and stood, which put his head just above the height of the table.  The glint of gold caught his eye, and his breath caught in his chest.  There was a pile of golden coins on the table.  Mortimer had apparently been counting them...stacking them up...and had fallen asleep while doing so.

Jack's eyes glittered just like the gold.  There was more there than he could have imagined.  There were two leather bags lying on the table, too.

He couldn't resist.

He crawled up onto the chair Dinah had been sitting in earlier.  Stealthily he reached for one of the bags.  It was about the size of a small gunny sack.  Carefully he began reaching for coins, taking one at a time, and putting them gently in the bag.  Each coin was about the size of a largish tomato slice, and by the time he had twenty of them in the bag, he knew it was about all he could carry.  The bag would hold much more, but he knew he already had what must be a king's ransom, so he climbed down off the chair.  When he picked up the bag the coins shifted and there was a soft clink.

He froze.

But the snoring went on.  He tiptoed to the door and set the bag down gently.  He wished he could say goodbye to Dinah.  She had made him a man, after all, as ironic as that seemedwhat with her being so big, and him so small.  With something like bravery, he tiptoed towards the bedroom.  He could hear her heavy breathing too, indicating she was asleep.  He saw the handful of beans she had harvested, lying on the night stand.  If he woke her, she might exclaim and wake Mort.

He stuffed his pockets with beans, tiptoed back to the front door, retrieved what he now thought of as his bag of gold, and slipped out.  He left the door ajar, rather than chancing the sound of the latch waking Mortimer.

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His climb down the beanstalk went much faster than his climb up had gone.  A lot of that was caused by the weight of the leather bag, which was slung over his shoulder, using the ties as a strap.  The rest of it was giddy terror that he'd be caught.  When he got to the bottom, and looked around in the moonlight, everything appeared completely normal.

He thought about things.  He had enough gold to last his family forever.  He had more of the magic beans.  He didn't know what he'd do with them, but they were obviously worth a lot.  He looked up at the beanstalk.  What he could climb down, Mortimer might be able to climb down too.

He went to the shed for the axe.

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Jack was pretty sure his mother wouldn't believe his story.  He'd heard lots of stories about witches and giants and fairies and such, but he'd never seen any real evidence to support them.  And, while he now had such evidence, even that might not be enough to convince his mother about the truth of his adventure.

So he added the beans in his pocket to the gold, tied it all up, and hid it in the shed.  Then he went in the house.  A whole day seemed to have passed, since hed been thrown out.  He took the chance that all was forgiven, took off his clothes, and climbed into bed beside Coreen.  She murmured, and moved, but didn't awaken.

For once, he didn't get a stiffy.

Chapter Three

Money burns a hole in a young man's pocket, even if it's not actually IN his pocket.  And eventually he couldn't keep his secret any longer.  He provided a seriously abbreviated version of events, that involved a cave, the mouth of which was covered by a thicket of thorns.  That also explained his ruined trousers, which his mother was very unhappy about.  She assumed the worst about him too, and suspected he had stolen the gold.

But, once Jack's mother got over the shock of seeing the strange gold coinsand once she let him come out from hiding, after she was sure the sheriff wasn't going to show up looking for himshe calmed down a bit.

Elizabeth was wary of suddenly displaying wealth.  So they continued to live as they had for a while.  She built a fire and melted down of the coins, separating it into smaller bits with a stick.  Those bits she traded for food, telling the vendor that a cherished heirloom had been melted down, rather than a giant coin.

They ate much better, and Elizabeth got some cloth to make new dresses for herself and Coreen.  The leather bag she used to make new pants for Jack, since his others were beyond repair.

It was Coreen who caused the trouble.  Once she found out about the money, she had visions of a dowry in her head, and of finding a handsome husband to woo her and take her away from all this.

Through judicious spying, she determined the location that her mother occasionally obtained gold to buy things with, on their infrequent visits to London, where they could spend a bit of gold without anyone raising an eyebrow.  Coreen's eyes lit up when she saw the hoard, and five of the coins quickly disappeared into her skirts.

She ran away from home, the next afternoon, sure that she'd find the husband of her dreams.  Being young, foolish, and ill equipped for her mission, she chose to first display a golden coin in a tavern, where she dimpled and asked for some lemonade.  The barkeep suggested something more than that.  She'd never had ale before and, when sweetened with honey, she found it quite tasty.  In fact, once she got used to it, she could drink it as if it WERE lemonade.

When she dragged her tired feet back home, she had neither gold, nor her maidenhead any longer.  Nor did she have any memory of how she lost either.

Elizabeth was furious, of course.  Fully an eighth of their fortune had been squandered, lost by a stupid and willful child.  She determined to ensure that the rest of their fortune was not wasted.  To that end, she decided to invest it.  She could make dresses.  She was tired of washing other people's clothes, and wanted to become a seamstress instead.

So she concocted a plan to tell the villagers that a distant uncle had died and left her some money.

That solved her problem of having unexplainable money to spend, but Jacks problem wasnt so easily dealt with.  He'd been singularly unsuccessful in finding a woman with whom to practice what Dinah had taught him, and using his hand wasn't nearly as much fun as it had been in the past.  He'd been giving some serious thought to planting another of his carefully hoarded beans and paying Dinah another visit.  It never occurred to him that clouds move or that she might not be there when he climbed up again.

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As many a movie star and sports sensation has learned the hard way, nothing spends faster than money you don't think you'll ever run out of.

Soon they were ensconced in a nice, new house, with a bedroom for each of them, and a cute girl Jack's age as a live-in maid.  Coreen was happier, to some degree, because she got to go to London to shop for shoes and meet dashing young men.  None of them followed her home, though, which dampened her enthusiasm.  Elizabeth was just as happy being without a man, all things considered.

Of course tongues in the village wagged, but no one could find any evidence to suggest that their newfound wealth was ill-gotten, and people had to adjust.

In the process, though, all but two of Jack's coins were spent, leaving them in a lifestyle they had already gotten used to and no real spendable cash to support it.

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One upside of the whole situation was Henrietta, the maid, attempting to capitalize on her new situation.  Henrietta had the average dose of avarice that most human beings seem to be imbued with.  Her upbringing had taught her that men held the reins of power, so she just naturally thought Jack held the key to access to their wealth.  She set about using what all women have used, historically speaking, to get her hands on a bit more of it than her normal wages.

At last Jack had someone with whom to practice his newly learned amorous exercises.

It started one day when his mother and Coreen were out shopping.  Henrietta entered Jack's bedroom, clean sheets in her arms.  Jack was in bed, having wakened with his usual morning woody.  He'd found that if he merely licked one of his magic beans, his penis simply got a smidgen larger and amazingly stiff.  That tended to make his masturbation sessions more enjoyable, which is what he was engaged in when Henrietta sashayed into his room.

"Oh my," she squealed.  "I thought you'd gone out this morning, Master Jack."  She tittered.  "Oh MY!" she sighed, staring at his impressive shaft.  "What a handsome fellow you sport between your legs!"

She was, in fact, impressed with her employer's manhood.  Jack himself wasn't much to look at, but she knew her way around a penis, and she was instantly glad she'd decided to get to know her way around this one.

"Um..." said Jack, who was not prepared for this situation.  "Thank you?"  He wasn't sure what the correct thing to do was, so he lay there gripping his penis firmly.

"A girl could be swept off her feet by such an impressive thing," hinted Henrietta.  She knew which side she wished to have her bread buttered on, and buttered him up in the process.

"Really?"  Jack suddenly realized the girl wasn't screaming...which suggested he might not be in any trouble after all.  She certainly didn't react to what he was doing like his mother and sister did.

"I'm fairly swooning right this instant," sighed Henrietta, somewhat impatiently.  She had no idea how long the mistress would be gone and wished to conclude her initial foray into endearing herself to the master quickly.

Still the young man didn't react like she expected him to.

"I don't want you to think I'm forward," she said firmly, "but I need to sit down lest I fall and injure myself."

She didn't wait for an invitation, but sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"I don't think you're forward," said Jack, beginning to get a glimmer of what was actually going on.  He didn't understand why she was acting this way, but he decided not to ask too many questions.  His whirling mind came up with the only line he'd ever delivered to a woman, and it was delivered by instinct.

"Tis your fair beauty that makes it like this," he said, stroking his cock.

"Me?" she squeaked.  "You honor me, sir."

There was more, but it's not overly relevant to what happened.  The fact is that ten minutes later, after some hurried kisses and some mutual groping, Henrietta was flat on her naked back, legs thrown wide, and Jack was plugged securely into her very obviously not virgin pussy.

She was, in fact, somewhat loose, in Jack's opinion.  He had no way of knowing that her pussy was thusly engaged often, sometimes as much as two or three times a day, depending on who she ran into during her daily activities.

So, merely to increase his own pleasure, he reached his hand under the pillow her head was resting on and extracted the bean he had earlier licked.  He licked it several times now.

"Oh MY!" squealed the happy girl under him, who was suddenly filled in a way she'd never experienced before.  Of course she had no way of knowing why his penis suddenly felt so much better.  She was a lusty wench and simply enjoyed it.

Jack enjoyed it too, because this time his partner was his size.  That let him use his weight to his advantage, pinning her to the bed while he rammed his now oversized phallus deep in her belly.

His enthusiasm generated some of the same in Henrietta, who had never felt anything like this.  She realized with astonishment that she was actually going to have an orgasm, something that was rare indeed with the men she let between her legs.  They were, for the most part, somewhat hasty in their completion.

And so, when TWO orgasms later, Henrietta's lust soaked brain heard Jack cry out, "I'm going to spew!" she was ecstatic in her reaction.

"Yes!" she wailed.  "If you spew like you fuck, it will be coming out my ears!"

Jack's oversized balls did not disappoint the girl who, when he was finally finished soaking her in his warm sperm, actually meant it when she cried out, "Never have I been fucked so well!"

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There was, as it turned out, another phenomenon that accompanied Jack's increase in size, when he licked or nibbled a magic bean.  While he did not know it, his potency was also affected.  Henrietta, loving to play, but not wishing to pay the consequences, regularly partook of certain herbs, purchased from the local witch woman, which prevented her from getting with child during her extracurricular activities.

In fact, there was an egg floating in her uterus which, that very morning had successfully fended off a dozen sperms donated by Willoughby Trencher, a traveling merchant who didn't mind trading trinkets for sex.  Not when the woman looked like Henrietta, anyway.  For letting him bang her box thoroughly, he'd given her a faux silver chain, with a cameo of the queen on it.

Mere herbs, however, were no match for Jack's magic enhanced spermatozoa.

That egg gave a figurative gasp when it was surrounded by dozens and dozens of Jacks magically strengthened swimmers and threw up her figurative arms as she was skewered thoroughly by one.  The energy that sperm brought with him caused her to accelerate her own activity, and they began to form Jack's first child.

In other words, when she said she was fucked...she meant it just as figuratively as she did literally.

She didn't even have to wait to miss her first period to realize she was with child.  Her accelerated development accounted for the fact that her body thought it was three months pregnant.  Poor Henrietta couldn't possibly blame Jack, though, and had no idea who had done this thing to her.  There were too many candidates.

In one way, it didn't matter.  In Jack, she had all the man she could ever want, and the fact she was pregnant didn't bother him at all.  They spent many hours engaged in happy fucking over the next few months.

That might have played a part in Henrietta delivering a twelve pound baby, only six months after she had first let Jack between her legs.

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Eventually, Elizabeth's spendthrift ways depleted even the huge amount of gold that Jack had stolen from the giant.  When she realized the gold was gone, she blamed it on Jack, of course.

"Go and get more!" she ordered him.

As you may recall, Jack hadn't told her the entire story of how he got the gold.  He'd simply said he found it in a cave he'd discovered.

"I can't get more," he moaned.  "I'm pretty sure I got all there was."

"Well go back and look again," she insisted.

He knew what he'd have to do and planned accordingly.  He left in the afternoon, taking two of the original beans with him, and two of the ones that Dinah had harvested.  They were no worse the wear for having been licked repeatedly over the months.

Their old hovel was emptyno one was in miserable enough circumstances that theyd want to live thereso he took a nap inside and later, as the sun set, dug a hole and dropped in a bean.  Then he went back into the hut, so that no one would see him.

When it was fully dark he peered outside and, in the moonlight, saw another huge beanstalk.  He went out and began to climb.

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Jack had time, during the climb, to remember that clouds drift and his stomach roiled at the thought that Mortimer and Dinah's house might have moved far away by now.  Again, the night was banished as he climbed and, even though it was still dark below, he could see well...had there been anything to see.  He gave a great sigh of relief when he exited the clouds and saw the huge Tudor house right where hed left it.  His pockets were full of beans, just in case, but he was sure he'd be able to find something inside the house that would be worth enough to make his mother happy.

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Jack, remembering the layout of the house, opened the front door only as wide as it took for him to squeeze in.  He looked around for Dinah, but everything was quiet.

Mindful of the mouse traps that Mortimer had made reference to, he crept along the base of one wall.  The stove was cold.  Creeping on, he peeked into room after room, only to find them silent and empty.  He tried to imagine where a giant would keep his sacks of golden coins.  Finally, he came to a room that smelled faintly of pipe smoke, with a big leather chair facing a hearth and shelves full of books that were covered with dust.  Mortimer's den obviously wasn't used for reading.

"Who are you?"

The high, clear voice so surprised him that Jack stumbled backwards, flailing.  Overbalanced, he fell hard on his butt.  His brain registered that the voice had been soft, not the thundering volume that both Dinah and Mortimer were capable of.

"Where did you go?" came the sweet voice.

Rising, he moved forward and peered around the chair, where the voice had come from.  He was astonished to see someone...or something...that looked like a woman with a harp growing out of her back.

As a female she was beautiful, with long golden tresses, an enticing bosom that was encased in blue silk, and hips that her long flowing dress could not hide completely.  Bare feet peeked from under the hem of the gown.

As a harp, she was also beautifulall gilt, with precious gemstones embedded in the frame, and what looked like crystal strings.

"There you are!" said the woman.  Several of the strings on the harp vibrated, making an almost humming tone.

"Who are you?" asked Jack, astonished that this talking harp seemed to be alive.

"I asked you first," said the harp.

"I'm Jack."

"Oh!  I've heard of you!" she said excitedly.  "You're the one that got things all in an uproar around here!"

"I didn't mean to," said Jack, stepping around the chair to get a better look at this fascinating...person.

"Oh I loved it," said the harp.  "Things get so boring."

"I've never seen a woman who had a harp growing out of her back before," said Jack, awe in his voice.

"I'm one of a kind," she said.  "A spell was cast on me by an evil witch.  My name is Harmony."

"That's awful!" said Jack.

"Not really," said Harmony.  "Except for the boredom...and one or two other things."

"A witch did that to you?"

"Yes.  I dallied with her son, and she was angry with me because he was a virgin.  She was screaming at me about how she couldn't use him for a big spell anymore or something like that.  I was trying to run away at the time, so I didn't hear everything.  Then, suddenly, I couldn't run anymore, because my backbone had turned into this harp."

"Oh my," said Jack.  "That's terrible!  But how did you get here?"

"She sold me to Mortimer," said Harmony.

"But that's wrong!" yelped Jack.  "You can't just sell people!"

"As you can see," she said quietly.  "I'm not really a person anymore."  She brightened.  "But I can do this!"

Then, to his astonishment, the harp on her back began playing, and she sang to its accompaniment.  Her voice was so beautiful that it melted his heart.  It also made him stand stock still, paralyzed.  He couldn't move a muscle.

Then she stopped, and he was suddenly free again.

"That was so beautiful," he moaned.

"I know," she said carelessly.  "For all the good it does me.  You're the first person besides Mortimer and Dinah who's heard me in...oh...I don't know...years and years."

"Wow," said Jack.  "Magic sure does some funny things."

"I wouldn't call this funny," said Harmony, striking a discordant sound on her strings.  "I don't even know what to call myself.  I'm not a girl and I'm not a harp.  At least Dinah decided to call me a garp instead of a hirl.  Can you imagine how terrible it would be for my self esteem if someone looked at me and said 'I feel like hirling'?"

"I wasn't talking about that," said Jack.  "I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.   What I was talking about was that I ate a magic bean and it...well it did funny things to me."

"You think I'm beautiful?"  She beamed.

"Yes," said Jack, feeling his groin tingling.  He couldn't keep his eyes off her thrusting breasts.

"Thank you.  But you look normal.  What kind of funny things did this bean do to you?" asked the curious garp.

"Oh, I couldn't show you," said Jack, blushing.  "You'd think I was a cad."

"It's been so long since I was with a man I might not mind if you were a cad," she sighed.

"Really?"  Jack was astonished that this beautiful thing might be having naughty thoughts.  

"You have no idea," she said.  "I still get horny, you know."

Jack blinked.  "But...I mean...with you like that...wouldn't it be kind of impossible to...?"  He stopped and blushed harder.

"I don't know," she said.  "I've never tried."  She looked at the lad again, this time from a different perspective.  He was kind of cute.  "How much of a cad does this magic make you?"  Her eyes narrowed.  "It doesn't turn you all hairy or give you cloven feet or anything like that does it?  I like sex, but not enough to get tangled up with a Satyr or something."

"No!" yelped Jack.  "It just makes my willy get really big!"  He slapped his hand over his mouth.  He hadn't meant to say that.

"Does it now?" purred the garp.  "Show me!"

"It would be rude!" he gasped.

"Not if I asked you to," she countered.

I really should? he asked, uncertainly.

I insist!  A bass string on the harp vibrated to punctuate her demand, like an audible exclamation point.

In a daze, Jack undid his pants and let them drop.

"Is that all?" said the garp, obviously disappointed.  "You must have been baby-sized before that."

"No!" said Jack.  "It went back to normal.  When I want it to get bigger, I just lick or nibble another magic bean."

"And with my luck, you don't happen to have one of your magic beans with you," she sighed.

"Yes I do," he said.  He got one out of his pocket.

"Really!" she said, excited again.  "Eat it!"

"I don't think you really want me to do that," said Jack.  "The last time I ate a whole one, Dinah about killed me."  He looked up at the ceiling.  He hadn't meant to say that either.

"You mean you...?"  The garp looked astonished.  "You mean you and Dinah...?  She giggled.

"It's not funny," moaned Jack.  "I thought she was going to tear it off."

"Not that wee thing," laughed the garp.

Jack was stung.  Like any man, he was a little insecure about penis size, even if he knew he could make it pretty impressive.

"Oh yeah?"  He nibbled at the bean in his hand.  About a third of it broke off and he crunched and swallowed.  The garp looked on interestedly.

"I don't see anything happening," she teased.

"Well last time I saw Dinah's...um...privates," he said.  "I got kind of excited because of it."

"You mean like this?"

Harmony lifted her diaphanous pale blue dress, exposing her loins.  She was a true blond.  Plump pink lips perched tantalizingly below her fluff of blond pubes.

"Wow!" whispered Jack, staring.

"Oh my!" said Harmony.

Jack looked to see his prick stiffening.  It had grown to be almost ten inches and was drooping downward because of its weight.

"I told you," he said proudly.

"Come closer!" she whispered.

Jack stepped toward her, and her hand flashed out to grab his enlarged prick.  She pulled hard, and he had to take another step.

"OH MY!" she moaned as she felt the thick firmness in her hand.  "You're even bigger than Mortimer!"

Jack stopped, a look of horror on his face.

"You mean you and Mortimer have...?"

"No, silly!" she laughed.  "Didn't I just tell you I haven't had sex since that wicked witch did this to me?"

"But you just said..."

"I said you were even bigger than he is.  He walks around here naked half the time.  I think he's a closet nudist, actually.  It's torture for me, really, though I haven't complained.  If I did, he might get the idea that we could do something, and that would just make my strings snap.  He's creepy, you know."

"Creepy," said Jack, weakly.  Mortimer wanted to grind his bones and all she could call that was "creepy."

"Now come up right next to me!" said Harmony, her eyes bright.

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It turned out it WAS possible.  It took a little work, because they had to couple standing up, but Jack was just the right height.  Well, other than the fact that the tip of his penis reached her xiphoid process, which is a fancy name for the solar plexus.

I thought a little highbrow language might impress you.  Sorry.  I get carried away sometimes.

Anyway, he had to bend his knees a LOT to get started, but once he stood back up, Harmony was obviously thrilled with the results.  That was clear by the beautiful trills the strings on her back emanated.  They encouraged him to open her gown in the front, exposing two pure white upturned breasts, with startlingly pink and elongated nipples.  He sucked at one and the music took on overtones of a second instrument playing.

Then, when he began flexing his knees, to drop and rise, her harp played a veritable symphony, filling the room with music that inflamed Jack and allowed him to ignore the strains on the muscles in his thighs as he almost jumped up and down.

There are some scholars, by the way, who think this may be where the term "Jumping Jack" came from.  But you don't care about that.  Back to the story.

So there they were, boy and garp, with Jack jumping around as if the floor were hot asphalt and he was barefoot.  He was very close to spewing and the music had reached an almost deafening crescendo...when Jack felt a rhythmic vibration in his feet that a teensy part of his brain recognized.

Mortimer!

He was coming back home!  Those measured vibrations could be nothing other than his giant feet slamming down on the ground.

"The giant!" he panted.

"DON'T STOP!" came Harmony's voice, barely discernable over the noise her back was making.

"He'll grind my BONES!" yelled Jack.

Chapter Four

Coitus interruptus is never a happy occurrence, especially when it happens before either participant reaches that achingly close plateau where wonderful feelings are overcome by TERRIFIC feelings.  That plateau is a really nice place to roll over on afterwards as well, while you catch your breath.

But Mortimer was too close, and the plateau was yet to be reached.  Jack's enlarged phallus fell away, plopping wetly out of Harmony's almost-satisfied sex.  Its sudden weight gain almost made it bang on the floor, but it wasn't quite long enough for that.

"Nooooooo," whined Harmony, and the music took on a frantic chilling note, before falling into disharmonic jangles that set the teeth on edge.

Jack worked to stuff his oversized cock back into his pants, while looking around frantically for someplace to hide.  He had no intention of getting back in the oven.  Last time he had been too close to getting his goose cooked...and the rest of him with it.  Besides, it was too far away, in the other room.

"Jaaaack!" complained Harmony.  "I was soooooo close!"

"I'll make it up to you later," he panted.  "I promise!  But I won't be ABLE to if that giant catches me!"

The only place he could see that might hide him was a magazine rack (which was really interesting, being that magazines hadnt been invented yet), sitting beside the chair.  It was made like an upside down "V", and held magazines on both sides of it.  There was just enough room for him to squeeze under it, where he froze, trying to control his breathing.  Then he heard Dinah's VERY loud voice.

"What in the WORLD is going on in here?"

Harmony's discordant music suddenly stopped.

"Didn't I tell you?" came Mortimer's booming voice.  "I knew it was my garp."

"Harmony!" said Dinah sharply.  "What's all that noise about?"

"Nothing, mistress," said Harmony meekly.  "I was just feeling peeved.  It's so boring around here!"

There came a sniffing sound, like the breeze in the leaves, during a very windy day.

"FEE FIE FOE FUM!" Mortimer thundered.  "I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"

"Oh please!" snapped Dinah.  "Not that again."

"BE HE 'LIVE, OR BE HE DEAD, I'LL GRIND HIS BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD!" roared the giant.

Dinah's voice altered.  She sounded almost thoughtful.

"Mortimer, dear brother, you know you couldn't make bread if your life depended on it.  Now, go on.  Take your nap.  You know how walking like that makes you tired.  The garp was just bored.  I'll see to it that she doesn't make those horrible sounds again.  Go on now.  Shoo!"

"But I smell an Englishman!" complained Mortimer.

"It's probably just leftovers from that nice lunch we had over at Cloud Nine.  I know they use ground Englishmen in their sauce, and you got it all over your fingers.  You've been rubbing your nose again.  I can see the sauce on your moustache."  Dinah sounded quite serious.

"Oh, all right," pouted the giant.  "Will you come and tuck me in?"

"In a minute," said Dinah.  "I need to speak with Harmony first.  Go on.  And take your shoes off now, so that your feet have aired out by the time I come in there.  I don't particularly feel like swooning right now."

Mortimer hadn't been gone more than thirty seconds, when Dinah put her hands on her hips, looked around the room, and calmly said, "You can come out now."

"Beg your pardon, mistress," said Harmony.  "I'm right here."

"I was talking about Jack," said Dinah.

"Jack?  Who's Jack?" asked the garp innocently.

"Jack," drawled Dinah, "is the little problem responsible for that," said Dinah, pointing at Harmony's chest.

The garp looked down to see that one of her breasts was still protruding from the gown she had sought so quickly to rearrange.

"Oops!" trilled the bewitched creature, fumbling at her bodice.

"That and the fact that you've never played music like that since we bought you," added Dinah, peering around.  "Where is he?  Come out, Jack.  I know you're there."

Jack peered out from under the magazine rack.  He was all scrunched over, and his head was tilted sideways, so he couldn't see very well, but he could tell that Mortimer wasn't in the room, so he edged his way forward until his head popped out.  Dinah's swiveling head stopped as her eyes saw him.

"Uh...hi," he said weakly.

"Come out here, young man!" said Dinah, her voice tight.  "We have much to discuss."

"We do?"

There was nothing for it but to leave his sanctuary.  He stood up with a groan as his complaining back...complained.  Then his discomfort was forgotten as he got his first good look at Dinah.  His eyes rolled in little circles, zeroed in on her belly, which was pushing out the front of the dress she woreand pushing it out a good two feet!

"What's that?"  He gaped.

"Surely you little people down there know about how children are made," said the woman, a little acid in her voice.  "And how it changes a woman's appearance."

"You're pregnant?!"

"See how smart you are when you try?"  There was definitely acid in her voice now.  "Now, little smart man...guess who made me this way."

Jack's mind ran like a sprinter on steroids.  He had the same fascination with women whose bellies began to bulge and grow that all young men had.  And he'd been around enough of them to know how long it took to give the appearance that Dinah's gave, even if she was overly large to begin with.  And it had only been three months...four at the most...since he had last been in this house and engaged in the activity she was claiming was responsible for her condition.  And, like most very young men, who have only a vague idea of what a stiff prick is for, he neither believed his could actually do that to a woman, nor wanted to believe it.

"I didn't do that!" he squeaked.

"You most certainly did!" Dinah almost thundered.  Harmony's strings gave off a discordant trill that brought unease to mind.  "Stop that!" growled Dinah with a quick look at the garp.  The strings went silent.  She looked back at Jack, who was as white as a good piece of rag paper.  "You STOLE my virtue, little man!  Yours was the first penis to despoil my femininity!  And don't you even THINK that I'm some kind of trollop who dallies with multiple men."

"You were a virgin?" croaked Jack, uncomprehendingly.  Somehow it was just impossible for him to grasp the concept that such a huge woman could fit that category.

"Of COURSE I was a virgin!"  She sounded almost like she was going to cry.  "Until you came along with that bean-enhanced thing and ruined me."  She did, in fact sniffle a bit.

Jack's recollection of events didn't quite jive with hers.  While he WAS a thief, it had been gold coins hed stolen, not her virtue.  If anything, SHE was the rapist.

"I've been trying to find my own man for fifty years," she sighed.  "And when I finally do, it turns out he's a pipsqueak who knocks me up the very first time we do it."  

"Fifty YEARS!" squeaked Jack.

"Don't go there," warned Harmony softly.  A single string sent out a high-pitched sound that wavered up and down, remarkably like a siren...except that sirens hadn't been invented yet.

"How could it have been me?" he said, impulsively.  You're so BIG!" yipped Jack, staring at her protruding belly.

"Ohhhhh," moaned the garp.  "He's an idiot."

Dinah didn't appear to take umbrage, though.  "I think that has something to do with your magic beans.   Don't you think it's a little odd that I'm only three months along, but I look like I'm seven?"  She frowned.  "I'm telling you, it was those beans!  There's magic involved in this!"

"But I didn't know," complained Jack, trying to defend himself.

"Of course you didn't know," snapped Dinah.  "I didn't know either!  Nobody knew!"  She seemed to suddenly relax a bit.  "But that's neither here nor there.  What's done is done, and Mortimer is stomping around trying to figure out which one of his friends took advantage of his little sister.  It's really got his goat, because he can't find a girlfriend either."

"Girlfriend?"  Jack's mind was trying to frame any kind of image of any kind of woman who might be able to look at Mortimer's ugly mug without throwing up.

"He has this...um...little problem," said Dinah.

"Problem?"  Jack was still so off balance that his vocabulary seemed to consist of single words.

Dinah looked around, as if she were checking to see if anyone could hear them.

"He's...uh...challenged, shall we say...in the manhood department."

Jack's first thought was, "How would she know that?"  Then he remembered the fact that HIS sister knew exactly what her brother's penis looked like.  She had touched it.  She had even made it squirt!  Jack tried to imagine Dinah jerking off her brother.  His stomach roiled at the thought.  He tried to concentrate on what she'd said, instead of his imagination.

"So what you're saying is that he has a little willy," said Jack.

"True," sighed Dinah.  "Sadly, for him.  He went on a date with Jezebel Shagnasty and she ratted him out to all her friends, and now he can't even get the girls to talk to him, much less go out with him.  

"That's too bad," said Jack.  It's always better to be polite and empathetic when an angry, pregnant female is accusing you of knocking her up.

"And that's part of why you were able to take such advantage of me," said Dinah unhappily.  "Living with him all these years I couldn't help but see him...down there...occasionally...by accident of course.  And then you came along waving around that magnificent penis of yours, like some kind of scepter, and it was so much bigger than his...and I was SO horny..."

Dinah's eyes fell to the front of Jack's pants.

"I missed you," she said.  Quite suddenly her voice was soft.

"You did?"

"You made me fully a giantess," said the giantess.  "I can't find a husband, and it's just natural for a woman to wish she could have a family.  I'm really quite happy about this."

She patted her swollen belly and then frowned suddenly.

"Other than the fact that I may have the baby after carrying it only four and a half months.  It appears your beans have accelerated things a bit."  Her eyes sharpened.  "Don't you move a muscle.  You'd better be right here when I get back or I'll grind your bones myself!  And I know how to bake bread."

"But..." Jack yelped.

"I told Mortimer I'd come tuck him in.  He won't go to sleep until I do.  I'm not going to eat you, silly little man.  Not if you're still here when I get back."  Her eyes narrowed.  "You DID bring more beans with you...didn't you?"

"Ulp."  Jack's throat worked loudly in the sudden silence.  "Uh huh," he said tentatively.

A smile bloomed on Dinah's face.  "Excellent," she said softly.

Then she turned and glided out of the room.

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"You might have mentioned she was pregnant," said Jack to the garp.

"Why would I do that?" said Harmony, her strings making little oddly plinking sounds.  "I thought you were a burglar.  I don't think that's what you say to a burglar.  You don't say, You better get out of here!  My mistress is hugely with child!  She tittered and her strings tittered with her.  "That wouldn't scare anybody away."

"It might have scared ME away!" said Jack, darkly.

"Quickly!" said Harmony, lifting her gown again.  "Let's finish before she gets back!"

Jack stared at the garp, both his eyebrows rising almost into his hairline.

"Are you crazy?"  His voice rose.  "She's pissed off at me as it is.  What do you think she'd do if she actually caught me raping her garp?"

"It's not rape if I want it," said Harmony, her voice full of obvious lust.

"I just want to get out of here," moaned Jack.

"You better not try it," said Harmony.  "Dinah is a real troll when she's pissed off."

"She turns into a TROLL!?" gasped Jack.

The garp laughed.  "Not a REAL troll, silly.  A REAL troll would be nicer."

"Ulp," went Jack.

"You better eat the rest of that bean," advised Harmony.  "She'll be back soon."

"What?  Why?"

"It's obvious," said Harmony.  "She wants to do it again."

"No way!" gasped Jack.

"A woman can tell when another woman is in heat, and even though she's a giantess, I can tell she's in heat."

"But she's already pregnant!" objected Jack.

"You know what I mean," said the garp.  "And it's not fair!  It's MY turn!"

"Oh man," moaned Jack.  "She about killed me last time."

"You're not eating that bean," reminded Harmony.

"That's right," came Dinah's husky voice from the doorway.  "Mortimer is all nice and comfy in his bed and he'll sleep for at least two hours."  She bent one knee, going up on her toe on that foot, obviously trying to be coquettish.  "I need you, Jackie-poo."

Chapter Five

Harmony was almost beside herself.  Jack swallowed the rest of the bean he had nibbled on, and she gawked when she saw the result, as Dinah tossed pieces of her clothing this way and that.  The giantess had pulled Jack up, lifting him to stare at his HUGE erection, below which hung HUGE swollen balls. Harmony's first thought was that she needed to figure out how NOT to be horny anymore, because if he came near her with THAT thing her strings would all snap for sure.

However, the sound Dinah made when she sat on the chair, spread her knees wide, and pulled Jack against her swollen belly made Harmonys strings thrum gently.  It was a sigh of contentment that couldnt be confused with anything else.

"Eeep!" gasped Jack, as he was crushed against the skin on the other side of which was growing his son...or daughter.  "Take it easy!"

"Oh," sighed Dinah, easing her grip on his waist.  "I forgot how tender you are."  She frowned.  "My belly is in the way.  This isn't going to work."  She pushed at him and there was a wet, slurping sound as his penis was pulled from her sheath.

"He'll have to take you from behind," advised the garp.

"He'll do no such thing!" barked Dinah.  "I'm no animal!"

"Of course you're not," said Harmony.  "But that's how my sister had to get her loving when she was heavy with child.  It doesn't make you an animal just because you mimic one."

Dinah wasn't too sure about that, but she was desperately horny now that she'd felt that lovely thick thing back inside her.  It took some doing, and Jack had to stand on a stack of books to be tall enough, but once he was in the right position, he grabbed her ample hips and thrust forward lustily.  It had felt pretty good to him, too, during that partial impalement.

"Ohhhhhh that's better," sighed Dinah.

"I told you so," said Harmony.

"Play something soft and romantic," sighed Dinah as Jack began thrusting back and forth frantically.  "And slow down, Jack.  I want to make this last."

He eased his frantic pace, and was amazed to find out that it was quite nice, just sliding in and out of Dinah's slippery slot.

"Ohhhh Jaaaack," moaned the giantess.  "That's what I need, baby."

Harmony cleared her voice and the strings on her back began to thrum in a soft melody.  She joined her voice to it.

"When you two are through, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo Oo-Oo,
I'll be calling you, Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo.
Cause I need that too, Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, 
As soon as Dinah's through, Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo."

"You can't have him," moaned Dinah.  "He's all mine."  She wiggled her hips back at him as he slid in.  "But that's a catchy tune.  You've never sung that one before."

"I'm improvising," said Harmony.  "Do you really like it?  And why can't I have just a little bit of him?  He's got PLENTY to go around!"

"You're a garp," said Dinah.  "It would be impossible for him to pleasure you like this.  Besides, he owes me for all that gold he stole."

"You know about that?" asked Jack weakly.  He was doing just about everything, except fucking Dinah, weakly.  That prick of his took a lot of blood to make it look like it did.

"You just keep doing that," said Dinah, looking over her shoulder at him.  All Mortimer does with that gold is count it over and over.  We use the eggs for actually buying things."

"Eggs?"  Jack felt the first urges that meant he was going to want to spurt in the giantess soon.

"Never mind that," said Dinah.  "Keep playing, garp.  I feel a good one coming."

Harmony played the same tune but improvised new words.

"She's no longer blue, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo Oo-Oo,
'Cause she's full of you, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo Oo-Oo.
Sure wish I was too, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo Oo-Oo,
Now it's me that's blue, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo Oo-Oo."

Dinah might have scolded the garp, but she had reached nirvana.  This was because Jack, who had only unlimbered his immense tool by pulling it through his open zipper, rather than getting completely undressed, had pulled out another bean and popped it in his mouth.  He didn't bite down on it, but simply sucked it, like a man sucks on a pebble when he has no water to drink.  As a result his penis grew another six inches, and swelled as well.  His balls, which could have been argued to weigh five or six pounds apiece, began slapping against Dinah's clitty.  The combination made her eyes bulge and the air catch in her huge lungs.  The orgasm she experienced then made those eyes roll up in her head and her arms just folded up.

The giantess' upper body more or less sagged down, leaving her buttocks up in the air.  While her arms went weak, her pussy muscles, fully involved in that catastrophic orgasm, did not.  They clamped down on Jack's penis, and suddenly he could no longer move, neither in, nor out.

Dinah's body began to lean to the right, pulling Jack with it.

"OWWWW," he moaned.  "Dinah!"

When she didn't answer, or give any indication she was conscious, he pulled mightily on her right hip and got her balanced again, only to have to lean the other way when she swayed to her left.

"Dinah!" he yelped.  "Wake up, Dinah!"

"Wow," said Harmony, who had stopped making music and was watching interestedly.  "You're pretty good with that thing."

"I'm stuck!" he moaned.

"Like a dog?" she asked.

"I don't know," he complained.  "All I know is I can't get it out."

"Wow," giggled the garp.  "Maybe that IS a little animalistic after all."

"This is NOT funny!" groaned Jack.  "If she falls over, it's going to rip it off."

"Well we can't have that," said Harmony.  "Cause I'm here to tell you, I'm going to get my turn with that wonderful thing."

Jack pulled backward as hard as he could, only to moan in pain as Dinah's pussy refused to give up his swollen member.

"Shit, oh shit, oh shit," he moaned.

"Now, now," said Harmony, laughing as her strings tinkled.  "Cursing is the sign of a weak mind."

"You're not helping," he said, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Did you squirt?"

"No," he sighed.  

"Well then squirt, silly.  Everybody knows it goes all limp and small again when a man squirts.  And spit out that bean, you silly man."

Jack realized the bean was still in his mouth and spat enthusiastically.  The bean arced up in the air, hit the carpet, and rolled to rest against the base of the bookcase.  He started to remind Harmony that he couldn't move inside Dinah, but then he stopped trying to pull out of her and realized that, while he WAS firmly clasped by her pussy, he COULD move an inch or two back inward before the skin on his penis became tight again.

He began making very short fucking movements.  It felt good, but he didn't feel like cumming.  He was too scared.

"I don't think this is going to work," he moaned.  "I can't get excited knowing that Mortimer could wake up and come stomping in here, any second, to grind my bones."

"He would only have to grind up ONE of your bones and he could make two or three loaves out of it," teased the garp.  "If it was the bone I'm thinking of anyway."

"I thought you wanted me to make love to you," said Jack.

"I do," said the garp, very sweetly.

"Well then you'd better help me get this thing out of her or you'll never get the chance."

"That would be terrible," said the garp, sounding sad and playing a trill on her strings that sounded sad too.  "My pussy is all wet, just from watching you and thinking about having you in me.  My nipples are hard.  You sucked on them so wonderfully."

"Yeah," sighed Jack, remembering her soft breasts and luscious pussy.

"And goodness knows that your very impressive penis already has a track record of making a baby.  I bet if you had that thing in me, I'd already be pregnant."

"Ooooooo," moaned Jack, feeling the excitement return.  "Tell me more."

"Of course, to protect myself, I'd have to make you take it out and then suck all that lovely man milk out with my mouth and drink it down."

"Ohhhhhhhhh," groaned Jack, very close now.  No one had ever offered to do anything remotely like that for him.  "You'd do that?"

"I'd love to fill up my stomach with all that lovely juice," she sighed.  "Of course, I don't know if I would or not.  The idea of that thing going off inside my pussy makes me dripping wet."

"AHHHHHHHHHHH," groaned Jack as his five pound balls jumped in their sack and his prick went off like a fire hose...or would have if fire hoses been invented yet.   While it was spurting, he failed to pay attention to Dinah's balance, and she sagged to her right, moving beyond the point where he could pull her back on balance.

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, she collapsed onto her right side.  That was fortunate for the baby in her belly.  It wasn't so fortunate for Jack, though, because she pulled him with her.

"YEEOOWWWW!" wailed Jack as he was jerked sideways.

With a tremendous push at Dinah's soft buttocks, he lurched backwards.  The spunk he'd shot in her helped to break the iron-fisted grip of her pussy, and he flopped backward and rolled.  There was a champagne "POP!" as his penis finally pulled free, still squirting.

"Oh my GOODNESS," sighed the garp, in awe of what she was seeing.

Jack lay on his back, gasping for air.  His penis was beginning to soften, but was still a foot and a half long.  It looked like a malfunctioning fountain of sorts, as cream still oozed out of the tip and ran down the sides.  As it leaned sideways, he felt it pulling him onto his side and held it up, balancing it like he had balanced the giantess on her knees.

"Yechh!" he moaned as his hands got covered in magic sperm.

"Looks delicious to me," said Harmony.  "Get up.  We need to get away while she's still in her swoon."

"We?"

"You're taking me with you, big boy," said Harmony.  "This is my chance and I'm not missing it!"

Jack sat up.  His penis was finally shrinking now, thought it made a wet mess in his lap.  He felt weak.

"I can't carry you," he said.  "I'll be lucky to be able to walk."

"You're taking me," she said firmly.  "If you don't, I know the exact chords to strike to wake Mortimer up in a way that will have him roaring!"  A jangling sound drifted from the strings on her back, to punctuate her threat.

Adrenaline can do amazing things these days, and it HAD been invented.  It got Jack up.  It got his still oversized, but now manageable penis back in his wet pants.  And it had no trouble supporting Harmony's weight, once he backed up to her and she put astonishingly strong arms around him from behind.   All he had to do was lean forward and her base came up off the floor.

He felt like an old man, walking bent over with her weight on his back, but he made it to the front door.

"Stop!" she yipped.  

He stood up automatically and her base settled back onto the floor.

"Over there!" she pointed.  "See that basket on the shelf?"

"Yes, but I can't carry you AND a basket!" he moaned.

"Just reach inside.  Grab an egg and then let's go!"

"Egg?"  He looked at her like she was crazy.

"Just DO IT!" she hissed.

He ran to the shelf.  He had to climb up one level to be able to get his hand in the basket.  He felt something hard and smooth and round inside.  It was astonishingly heavy and he had to strain to lift it, with his hand in such an uncomfortable position.  He could tell there were other similar things in the basket, but fear drove him to simply grunt and jerk.

He almost fell off the shelf when he saw that the "egg" was golden, and obviously made of that metal.  He had to put it on the shelf he was standing on, so he could climb down.  It was too large to fit in his pocket.  Then he reached for it and ran back to Harmony, who took the egg from him and then pulled him back into position to put her arms around his neck from behind him again.

Holding the egg against his chest, she urged him to get moving.  He staggered to the beanstalk, wondering if he could actually climb down, burdened as he was.

It turned out that, once he was climbing, the garp didnt feel like much of a burden.  She simply hung off his back as he climbed from one leaf stem to the next.  Soon he was back in the darkness of night that cloaked the Earth where his mother and sister lived.  It was slow going, in the dark, but he was able to do it in an upright position, so it wasn't so bad.

Still, when his foot finally hit the ground, he was so exhausted that he collapsed, as his mind went as dark as the world around him.

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Jack woke, not because he was rested, but because something was making a horrible noise.  As he came back to consciousness, he heard the screeching sound as of a bow with rusty strands being dragged across the equally rusty strings of some ghastly violin.

"Wake UP!" came a voice he recognized as Harmony's.  "Oh Jack, please wake up before someone comes along and finds us and steals me away!" she moaned.  "What if Mortimer finds the beanstalk and climbs down?"

THAT got his attention.  For all the effort expended, it could be undone if what she feared came to pass.  He sat up.

"I'm up," he moaned.  "Please stop that awful screeching."

It stopped instantly.

"Thank goodness!" exclaimed the garp.  "I thought you'd died!"

Jack stood, to find Harmony lying on her side, unable to get up from where she'd fallen when his strength had given out.  In short order he had her up, this time in his arms, though she was an awkward bundle, with the harp sticking out from her back.

Still, it was only a short way to the house, and he got her there with no trouble.  He took the time to fetch the axe.  Harmony wasn't excited about being left alone while he went to cut down the beanstalk, but he wasn't about to try to carry her back to it, along with the axe.

All was well when he returned from hacking through the base of the stalk.  He was still amazed that, as had happened before, once severed from its roots, the beanstalk withered and turned to dust, leaving no trace of its former existence.

Though still dark, it was coming on morning.  His mother and sister were still asleep.  They often stayed abed until almost noon.  Henrietta would be up soon, to do all the things a maid did.  He groaned at the thought that she might come to his bedroom to seek some amorous play.  His cock was still sore from being chewed in the maw of Dinah's sexual mouth.

There was argument from Harmony when he announced his intention of putting her in the closet.

"It's my turn!" she objected.

"You'll have to wait," he said firmly.  "I'm exhausted, and my willy hurts.  I need sleep.  Don't you ever sleep?"

"Of course," she said.  "But this is all too exciting for me to sleep now."

"Well it's not for me," he said.  "I have to get some sleep, and if someone finds you standing around looking magical and interesting, who knows what they'll do?  In the morning, I'll figure something out."

"Can't I at least lie beside you as you sleep?" she whined.

"I'm too tired to argue," he sighed.  "And people in this house will find out about you sooner or later.  Why not?"

It was crowded, but her harp could hang off the edge of the bed a bit because her body weight counterbalanced it.  Once she was settled on her side, Jack wearily took his clothes off, tossing them to hang on one of the posts at the foot of the bed.  He didn't notice Harmony staring at his crotch, or see her lick her lips and smile.  He just put the golden egg under his pillow and fell into bed after blowing out the lamp.

Chapter Six

Jack slept, but Harmony did not.  She was too excited.  She was out of the giant's house, which was a step forward in her mind, even though she had no idea what would happen to her.  She looked at the young man sleeping beside her in the moonlight that came through the window.  He wasn't the most handsome man she'd ever seenot by a long stretchbut he was courageous, for the most part, and he had accepted her as a female, despite her odd appearance.

She lifted one leg and draped it over him.  He murmured in his sleep.  Her toe hit something, and she looked to see his pants hanging on the post by her foot.  She thought about what had been in those pants...or at least had protruded from those pants earlier.  And she thought of what was still in them.

She stretched her leg as far as she could and was able to hook them with one toe.  Carefully she lifted and pulled, until the pants were dragged onto his leg.  He shifted in his sleep and she stopped, holding her breath.  When he settled back into regular slow breathing, she pulled the pants up until she could reach them with her arm.

Slipping her hand inside the pocket, she felt small, hard round shapes.  She pulled one out and peered at it.  It looked like any other bean she'd ever seen.  She thought about what that bean could do and her strings vibrated softly.  She willed them silent and brought the bean to her mouth.  It took some doing, but she finally bit off perhaps a third of it.  She had no idea what it would do to her, and didn't particularly want to find out, so she removed it immediately.  Reaching delicately, she pushed it at Jack's lips, which opened enough to get it inside his mouth.

She put the rest back in his pocket and stashed the pants under the pillow he'd given her.  Then she closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.

She didn't think once about the fact that a few tidbits of the chewed bean were still in her mouth.

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Jack woke to hear birds singing through the open window.  He could tell it was a beautiful morning even before he opened his eyes.  He could also tell he wasn't alone, and the events of the night before rushed back into his mind.  

He opened his eyes to find Harmony's blue ones staring at his face.  He decided they were gorgeous.  He felt particularly wonderful this morning, and quite horny as well.  He felt a small, soft hand squeeze his usual morning erection.

"Good morning," she said softly.

"Morning," he returned.

"Are you rested?" she asked.

"Very much so," he said, smiling.

"Good, because it's my turn."  She squeezed his manhood again.

He looked down and gaped.  His prick was at least nine inches long and fat as a prize winning carrot.  It was also hard as rock.  He had a sudden fear that the effects of the beans might become permanent.  It wouldn't be so bad if it was only like this, but this was twice as big as he usually was.  What would life be like if he had to carry his dong around in a sling?

Then Harmony dragged her skirts up and lifted her upper leg high, exposing her pretty pink pussy and distracting him.  He didn't have a sling, but there was a warm pussy to hold his willy in.

"This time you can't stop until I say so," she murmured, hooking her ankle behind his butt and pulling.

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Henrietta was making the morning porridge when she heard the music.  It was luscious music, and it made her nipples stiff.  She had checked in on Master Jack last night, after the mistress and her daughter went to bed, but he was gone.  She didn't feel any jealousy.  He was a great deal of fun in bed, but she harbored no illusions as to there being anything possible on a permanent basis.  She was quite content being a favorite, who got presents, and a little extra coin now and then.   

Now, though, with that hauntingly beautiful music playing somewhere, she felt the urge to be with a man.  She moved the pot to an unheated burner plate on the stove.  The mistress would stay in bed for another hour at least.

She had time.

If the master was about.

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"DON'T STOP!" gasped Harmony, who wanted more than anything to be able to push her loins against Jack's, but couldn't.  Only her thighs, legs, arms and head would move.

Jack was lying on his side, which he found to be odd, but quite nice, since all he had to use any energy on was thrusting forward and pulling back.  He couldn't get his whole willy in her, because he kept bumping into her lower thigh, but since it was so long this morning, that didn't really matter.  It was fun just to prod her and watch her face get all red as she had a good time.

She was a good kisser too, though sometimes it seemed like she was trying to eat his lips.  They had started out kissing as he first entered her, and that was so much fun that they just kept doing it, until they both ran out of breath and pulled apart.

Now he eyed the bulge of her bodice, where it pressed against him.  It looked more full today, somehow.  His free hand came up and pulled at the strings that tied it together.  His eyes lit up as he bared breasts that were obviously bigger than they'd been the day before.

"Look at that!" he breathed.  

She looked down and gasped.

"What happened?  Those aren't mine!  Those are HUGE!"

Not only were they now the size of a well grown cantaloupe, the stiff pink nipples on them stood out at least an inch, looking like the tips of little fingers poking out to feel Jack's chest.

"I don't know," said Jack.  "But I want to taste them."

When he did he got the surprise of his life, as sweet warm milk filled his mouth.  He snorted a little bit through his nose at the surprise, but then greedily sucked and swallowed.  The music she was making on her back started to crescendo, adding layers until it filled the room like a whole orchestra.

"Oh YES!" she squealed.  "OH JACK, YES!"

Jack felt her pussy begin to squeeze and ripple inside.  It was wonderful, and when the urge to let himself go was felt, he made no effort to stop it.  Letting the spurting nipple pull from his mouth, he pushed forward as much as he could and felt the soothing streaks of pleasure shoot through his prick.  He decided having a nine inch long willy was a good thing, because that pleasure lasted longer.

"OH JACK! OH JACK!" whined Harmony, crushing him to her.  "Oh I've waited so long!"

At that point, what had been an admittedly unusual liaison became bizarre in the extreme.  There were several components that contributed to the situation.  One was that Henrietta walked boldly into the room, expecting to see Jack and take her pleasure with him.  Instead, she saw Jack and a blond girl whose aspect was astonishing.

That they were fucking was plain.  But WHAT Jack was fucking ripped a scream from her throat.

The second thing that happened was that there was a twanging of strings that jarred the senses, followed by a thump that seemed to shake the whole house, followed by more jangling of harp strings.

At the same time, quite suddenly, Jack began to roll backwards.  He quite naturally clutched at Harmony as he felt his balance suddenly shift, and pulled her off the bed with him.  Now she lay on top of him and his arms were around her.

All the way around her.

Stunned by the fall, he realized his fingers weren't enmeshed in harp strings.  Further, after that last discordant jangle of strings, the harp had gone silent.  His hands patted her back, and his eyes bulged.

"Your harp is gone!" he yelped.

"EEEEEEEEEK!" screamed Henrietta, as her mind tried to cope first with the fact that the woman Jack was screwing had a harp growing out of her back...and then suddenly didn't, because the harp fell off of her and crashed to the floor.  Her peasant mind couldn't deal with it.  With a cry of fear, she ran from the room and kept going until her feet raised a dust trail, leaving the house.  None of them would ever see her again.

"What?"  Harmony leaned up, bending her back.  That fact penetrated her consciousness.  She could bend her back!

She reached behind her, as she had done so many times to play the part of her body that she'd hated, yet grown to love.  All she felt was...her back.

She sat up.

And her body weight plunged her all the way down on Jack's still stiff prick.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH," she groaned, as she was impaled on all nine inches.  It was, however, beginning to soften, and that eased the shock somewhat.

It was then that a disheveled and only half dressed Elizabeth came running into the room to see what the uproar was about.  Her eyes fell on Jack, who was on the floor, with a strange blond woman sitting on him.  What made this woman even stranger was that her huge mammaries were exposed and leaking droplets of white all over her son.

"WHAT IN THE KING'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE!?" she shouted.

"YOU BROKE THE SPELL!" squealed Harmony.

She felt her back with both hands, which made her dripping breasts jut up and out.  Jack was suddenly thirsty again, but his mother's squalling was distracting him.

"WHAT IN THE KING'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE!?" shouted his mother again, apparently because no one had answered her.

Something in Jack seemed to snap.

"Get up, Harmony," he said, his voice steady.

"But Jack!"

"GET UP!" he roared.

Harmony gathered her feet under her, on either side of him, and stood in the sudden silence.  There was a wet slurping sound as she pulled off of Jack's wilting prick.

Wilting it might be, but it was still nine inches long, and shining with the glint of wet spunk all over it.  He sat up and then stood, as his mother's eyes bulged, taking in the long snake that had somehow found its way between her sons legs.

"This is Harmony," he said to the room in general.  "She is my lady love."

Harmony didn't seem to hear his introduction.  All her attention was on the fact that she could now twist, and bend, and walk.  She did that now, going around the bed, where she bent over and picked up the harp that had been fused to her body.  She tentatively reached to pluck a string, which produced a clear, pure tone.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" shouted Elizabeth.

"Stop yelling!" barked Jack.  "I told you.  Harmony is my lady love, and she's here to live with us."

"Not in MY house!" growled Elizabeth.  "There will be no living in sin in MY house."

"Fine," said Jack.  "I'll get my things together and move them as soon as Harmony and I find a place to live."  He was thinking about that golden egg and how, with it, he wouldn't have any trouble at all making do.

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Elizabeth had an epiphany...of sorts...when she saw the egg.  Up until that time, she was firm in her righteous indignation that no son of hers was going to bring some trollop into her house.  She had a reputation to protect, now that she had nice things.

The egg made her much more pragmatic about things.

"What's that?" she asked, though she was quite sure she recognized the gleam of solid gold in his hand.

"Nothing," he said.  "It's mine and I'm taking it with me."

"Now Jack," said his mother.  "That looks like gold.  Did you get it...up there?"  She pointed at the ceiling.

"I did, but never you mind.  I only got one, and I almost got killed getting it.  You kicked me out, and that's my stake to the future."

"But what will we do?" whined his mother.  If he left, she was penniless again, and her reputation wouldn't survive that for even a day.

"I have no idea," said Jack, taking the pants Harmony handed to him. 

"But you OWE us, Jack!" complained his mother, while she watched him get dressed.

"Hang on a minute," he said, standing up from putting his boots on.  "Let me get this straight.  You kicked me out for trading the cow for the magic beans.  Then I went up a beanstalk and got a pile of gold coins.  You spent them all and sent me BACK up to get more.  I almost got killed.  And I owe YOU?"

"We're family," whined his mother.

"All you want from me is money," said Jack.  "And when I give it to you, all you want is more.  I think my lady love and I will be much better off without you."

"But you can't DO THIS!" screamed his mother.  "WE'LL STARVE!"

Harmony held up one dainty hand.

"Jack, honey, why don't you give her a couple of beans?  She can climb up and get all the gold she wants."

This comment created a what's commonly called a conundrum in Elizabeth.  There was the first part...the climbing up part...which she was not at all interested in.  But then there was the other part...the all the gold she wants part...which she was VERY interested in.

While she stewed, Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out two beans.  He took his mother's limp hand, opened it, put the beans in it and closed it for her.

"Have a nice climb," he said.  He took Harmony's hand and started to lead her out.  He stopped at the door to turn to his mother, whose mouth was opening and closing, as she tried to decide what to do or say.

"I don't recommend eating either of those beans," he said.  He had no idea how it might affect a womanhe didn't know yet that Harmony had eaten a few piecesbut he was pretty sure it wouldn't be pretty.

"WAIT!" choked out Elizabeth.

Jack would have kept going, but Harmony stopped him.  She was pretty pragmatic, too.  They had no place to go, and a harp to carry there.  Besides that, she was pretty sure that as long as Jack had that egg, he could call the shots, in the end.

"If you go get another egg..." said Elizabeth weakly, "you can stay here."

"I don't WANT to stay here," grumbled Jack.  "And I already told you, getting this one almost got me killed."

"You could get the goose that laid that egg," said Harmony softly.

"What?" asked mother and son together.

"Mortimer has a goose that he keeps out in the barn.  It laid that egg," said the former garp.  "It lays one or two a day."

"One or two...A DAY?!" gasped Jack and Elizabeth together.  They might be at odds, but they often thought the same way, as members of the same family sometimes do.

"Uh huh," said Harmony.  She was thinking of the future too.

Chapter Seven

Harmony was in no way, shape, or form interested in going back up to the giants' house, whether she was no longer a garp or not.  She'd seen the goose once, when Mortimer had brought it inside to watch it lay a golden egg.  She knew it was kept in a cage, in the barn behind the house.  Jack didn't figure it would be too hard to find and, since he didn't plan on going into the house, he hoped to avoid seeing either giant on his trip.

Jack still didn't want anyone to see one of the magic beanstalks, so he waited until dark to plant another bean.

"You stay here," he instructed Harmony, handing her the axe.  "I don't know how this will go, but you be ready to chop through the beanstalk as soon as I get back."

"OK," said Harmony.

"What?"  Jack turned to look at her.

"I said OK."

"What the heck does that mean?" asked Jack.

"I just made it up.  It's short for "ompraticulum kolanthisis," which is garp language for, 'If I have to, I suppose I will.'"

"Well, just speak plain English from now on," said Jack.

"OK."

He stared at her mischievous grin and felt a rush of affection for her.  "It will never catch on, you know," he said.

"Are you going to get the goose or not?" she asked, trying to sound cross.

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Once again, Jack climbed into sunlight.  Lifting his head just enough to see, he surveyed the giants' house.  There was no movement.  Nor was there sound.  He found he could stay half concealed by the upper mists if he bent over.

He snuck around one side of the house and peeked into the back yard.  Sure enough, there was a barn there.  There looked like an awful lot of open space between the house and barn to Jack.  He got the bright idea of crawling, which seemed to hide him well, but made it so he couldn't see where he was going.  Trusting his sense of direction, he just kept crawling until his head suddenly bumped painfully into the boards of the structure he was seeking.

He inched upwards and looked back at the house.  Seeing no movement, he stood.

The latch on the barn door was higher than he could reach.

At a loss, he started around the barn.  He found a loose board and, by pulling with all his strength, he was able to move it enough to slip into the dusty darkness inside.

He found the goose easily and stared at it.  It looked like any other goose.  It was the only thing other than Harmony he'd seen up there that was of a normal size.

Having no experience with geese, other than seeing them fly overhead, he simply opened the cage, reached in, and grabbed the bird.  Two things happened which affected the outcome of his raid.

First, he saw a gleaming golden egg where the goose had been sitting.  It was impossible for him to just leave it there, so he tucked the goose under one arm and reached for the egg with his free hand.

The goose, never happy when someone stole her eggs, expressed her unhappiness like she always did.

She began honking and trying to flap her wings.

For you city folk, let me give you some advice.  Never try to hold a pissed off goose under one arm.  And you know how you can hear a goose honking waaaaay up there in the sky?  Well, when it's right next to your ear, it's downright deafening, let me tell you.

The goose began pecking eagerly at any part of Jack her bill could reach.  With the kind of neck a goose has, that's a lot of parts.  Jack suddenly felt like he was being attacked by a whole flock of geese.

He stuffed the egg in his pocket and grabbed for the goose's beak.  Running to the loose board he hit it hard with his shoulder, eliciting a groan from himself and a muffled squawk from the goose, who jerked her beak from his hand in the process.

"WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE?!" came a stentorian bass voice loudly from the house.

Mortimer stepped out the back door.  He stopped suddenly, his eyes going round and wild at the same time.

"FEE FIE FOE FUM!" he yelled.  "I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"

Mortimer's beady eyes spied the frantic movement of both Jack, running hell bent for leather, and the wings of his magic goose flapping as Jack held the goose out in front of him, trying to keep that nasty beak from pecking his eyes out.

"FUM, FOE, FIE, FEE!" screamed Mortimer.  "TIS A STINKING ENGLISHMAN STEALING MY GOOSE I SEE!"

"Ohhhhh shit!" moaned Jack.

The goose did.  And for you city folk, you need to know that geese excel at that particular bodily function.  More about that later.

It was a footrace.  It shouldn't have been much of a contest at all, what with Mortimer covering as much ground in one stride as it took Jack three to traverse.

But that goose unlimbered a good five or six pounds of slippery gray goo which, after the first part struck Jack and he then moved the goose sideways, landed in more or less of a long strip.  Mortimer, running full tilt, extended a foot with the intent of just stomping the thief.  That foot came down on all that slippery goo, and Mortimer went flying.

It didn't look anything like it does when all those perky people run and jump and do flips at the Olympics.

Mortimer basically lay down in thin air, on his back, about four feet above the surface of the cloud.  Then, gravity having been invented, his huge body descended.  Unfortunately for him, under that soft, fluffy cloud, there was a very hard surface.

The huge rush of air that left Mortimer's mouth when he hit, flat on his back, was traveling SO fast that it broke the sound barrier.  It would have sounded exactly like a sonic boom, had those been invented yet.  To Jack, it sounded like a lightning bolt had hit right behind him.  It scared the goose too, who unlimbered another couple of pounds of gooey mess.

Which gooey mess was lying there as Mortimer levered himself up and tried to run again, only to put his foot in exactly the same place he had slipped on the first time.  This time he was temporarily suspended face down, and his chest landed on the second pile of goose manure.

All in all, it was only that goose poop that saved Jack that day, and not just because it gave him a head start when Mortimer slipped on it.  The thundering boom startled the goose so much that, after she evacuated her bowels again, she just froze.  That allowed Jack to stuff her under his arm again, leaving one hand free that he intended to use while climbing down.

He jumped for the beanstalk, wrapping his free arm and his legs around it.  His intent was to slide down to the next leaf, where he would stop, be able to get his feet under him, and begin climbing frantically down.

Because of the goose manure that was all over his front, however, his slipperiness quotient involved much less friction than usual.  As a result, when his butt hit the first leaf, he was going fast enough that it just sheared off, and he kept going.

If you've ever been at the wheel of a car that is in the process of running out of gas, you are familiar with the jerk/shudder/go kind of motion, as the car tries to stop.  But then a whiff of gas encourages the engine to fire again, until that's gone and the whole thing starts all over again as what's left in the tank sloshes around.  It was kind of like that with Jack.

After shearing off the first leaf, he gained speed, until he hit another one, which delivered a not-quite-crushing blow to his balls, before breaking off and allowing him to gain speed again...until it happened all over again.  There was a staccato "HUH...HUH...OWW...HUH...SHIT!...HUH...HUH..." that eventually turned into one long howl of dismay as his goose-despoiled front slid faster and faster.

The goose wasn't much impressed either.

Somewhere along the way Jack looked up, to see Mortimer's twisted face staring down from the opening in the clouds where what now looked like some awful green tentacle stretched up.  Mortimer's hand appeared, grasped the tentacle, and shook it vigorously.

Terror overcame Jack's desire  to try to stop the ongoing punishment of his poor jewels, made sufferable only because his butt was taking part of each thump.  The goose wasn't pecking him anymore, but he didn't know it was only because the goose couldn't breathe, clamped between arm and body that felt like the jaws of a vise.

All thought of trying to slow himself fled when he saw Mortimer's giant feet appear in the opening above, followed by huge legs that wrapped themselves around the now leafless stalk.

It was clear that Mortimer thought he could do the fireman's drill too.

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As we all know, the lower branches of any plant tend to be bigger and stouter than those at the top.  Thus it was that Jack's plummeting descent began to slow.  It was just good luck that, as his privates tore off the last leafy branch of the beanstalk and he slowed to an almost stop, that his feet landed on the ground.  The beanstalk was gyrating wildly, and even though he couldn't see in the dark, he knew Mortimer was sliding down it.  Jack's mind supplied a scenario where Mortimer's huge shoes stomped boy and goose into little greasy spots, and he jumped to one side, yelling for Harmony to hack down the stalk.

She wasn't there.

Worse than that, she'd taken the axe with her when she went to visit the little girl's room, something she took a little longer at than usual, since garps don't have to expel bodily wastes and she was out of practice.

There was nothing to do but run, albeit a bit bow-leggedly.  Still, he was at the gate when the ground gave a mighty shake and more thunder was expelled from Mortimer's lungs.  The giant's own goose-spattered front had greased the beanstalk even more, and there had been nothing to slow his descent.  Mortimer hit hard.

Jack altered course for the outhouse, which seemed like a good place to hide, under the circumstances.  He ran smack into Harmony, who yelped and flailed with the axe.  Fortunately her aim was awry, and all she did was silence the goose, when the flat of the blade hit its head and knocked it silly.

"MORTIMER'S HERE!" gasped Jack.

Thus it was that Jack, Harmony and the goose were crammed into what had seemed, in the past, to be a really comfy and roomy one-holer when Mortimer kicked in the front door of the house, pawed at the hole until it was big enough to admit him, stooped over, and bulldozed his way into Elizabeth's new home.  Well relatively new anyway.

The giant stopped as plaster rained down on his head.  He turned his head and sniffed.  He turned his head the other way and sniffed again.

EVERYTHING smelled like the blood of an Englishman!

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"What should we do?" whispered Harmony.

The goose woke up and started to honk.  Jack clamped his hand over the bill.

"I don't know!" he panted.

"Something smells awful!" said Harmony, her throat choking up.

"It's an outhouse!" said Jack, having a hard time understanding how she could have anything on her mind other than Mortimer.

"It's worse than that."  Harmony gagged.

From the direction of the house there came the sound of breaking wood.  Then there were screams.

"He's got my mother!" gasped Jack.  A soprano wail reached them.  "And my sister too!" groaned Jack.

"You have to stop him!" said Harmony urgently, finally able to ignore the stench she didn't know was coming from Jack.

"How?" moaned Jack.

"You have to give him back the goose," she said.  "Maybe that's all he wants."

"He wants to grind my BONES!" complained Jack.

"Well we have to do SOMETHING!" she yelped.  "If we don't, who knows WHAT he'll do to your mother and sister!  Come on!" said Harmony, throwing the privy door open.  "Follow my lead!"

Jack didn't want anything to do with the giant, but the combination of his female family members, plus his lady love, being in danger got him moving.  Harmony ran like the wind.  Jack's balls were still throbbing, but he tried to keep up as best he could.  He got into the house just in time to hear Mortimer's angry voice demand, "WHERE IS HE?!"  Jack saw a light coming from the smashed door of his mother's bedroom.  Apparently she had either waited up for him, or lit a lamp when she heard the giant's arrival.

"I DON'T KNOW!" screamed Elizabeth, who had been jerked from her bed roughly enough that her nightgown was in disarray.  Coreen cowered on the floor by the bed.  Old habits die hard, and Coreen still slept in the same bed as her mother.

"SOME ENGLISHMAN STOLE MY GOOSE!" yelled Mortimer.

"MORTIMER!" yelled a beautiful soprano voice.  It was Harmony, standing in the doorway.  "Let them go, Mortimer!  You can have your goose back if you let them go."

Mortimer's head whipped around and he peered at the girl.  She was instantly recognizable as his garp...except that something was wrong with her.

"What happened to you?" he asked.  Giants are somewhat easily distracted.  Mortimer was especially so.

"I was cured," she answered.

"There wasn't nothing wrong with you to start with," said the giant.

"Never mind that," said Harmony.  "We'll give you back the goose if you go away and leave us alone."

"Why should I do that?" asked Mortimer, frowning and remembering why he was here.  "I'll grind ALL your bones and take the goose too!"

"No you won't," said Harmony firmly.  "Because if you try that Jack will kill the goose."  She folded her arms under her breasts.

"NO!" gasped Mortimer.  The wind of his gasp fluttered Harmony's gown.

"Yes he will," she insisted.  "He's got his hands around her neck right this minute."

Jack looked at the goose, who was weakly trying to extract her beak from his hand.  He let loose and she gave a strangled honk.

"DON'T KILL HER!" shouted the giant.  The windows rattled all over the house.

Harmony held up her hands.  "He won't kill her unless you keep making trouble."

"I didn't START this trouble!" said an obviously unhappy Mortimer.

"No you didn't," Harmony agreed.  "So there doesn't need to be any more.  You'll get your goose back.  You just go back up to your house.  You won't see any of us again."

Mortimer sniffed.  Jack's odor, even masked by goose shit, was stronger now that he was in the house.

"That's the same Englishman I smelled when my coins went missing," he said.  "And when YOU went missing too!"

"Do you want your goose back alive or not?" snapped Harmony.  "We certainly won't need it if you kill us all, so we may as well kill her before you do that!"

"NO!" gasped the giant again.  "Don't do that.  I'll go.  But you have to promise that Englishman will leave us alone from now on."

"Done!" said Harmony.  "And just in case you're thinking about going back on your promise once you have the goose...we called the guard.  They're on their way here right now, so you'd better hurry."

Mortimer knew all too well what happened when a whole bunch of Englishmen with spears and swords and such came upon a giant.  Especially a giant who was having fun stomping around, tearing up gardens and stealing cattle.  He started backing out of the house immediately.

"Give me my goose," he whined.  "I'm leaving."

Jack stepped tentatively from the darkness, the goose clamped under one arm.   He now had a hand around its neck, though it was there just for show.  It seemed surreal to the women watching as Jack stepped slowly forward, and the giant crept slowly backwards.  Finally Mortimer was outside of the house.  His large hands appeared in the doorway.  Jack more or less tossed the goose to Mortimer, which could have ended in disaster, had the giant not made a good catch.  That goose wanted nothing more than the freedom of the sky, just then.

Then Jack darted back the other way, telling the women to hide, as if that would do any good if Mortimer came back in.

Mortimer, however, wanted nothing more to do with the little people down here.  Unbeknownst to Jack and the women, giants had lived on the Earth, in times long past.  It was when they had been hunted almost to extinction that they used magic to make their floating homes in the clouds and left their hunters behind forever.   Humans might have forgotten about the giants, but giantkind never let their young forget how deadly the little humans were, with their lances and sharp swords and other weapons.  The thought that men were coming to kill him galvanized the giant to run back to the beanstalk.

Remember the beanstalk?

Yeah, that's the one...the one with no branches on it anymore, and a patina of what comes out of the south end of a north-bound goose all over it.

And Mortimer had one hand busy holding that precious goose.

Chapter Eight

Inside the house it was very quiet for maybe half a minute, until such time as the occupants decided that the giant had, in fact, left for good.

Then it got very noisy.  You know of that kind of noise, particularly if you're a man, who did exactly what a woman told him to do, and then gets raked over the coals for doing it.  And this was THREE women, even though Coreen shouldn't have had anything to say at all.  We won't go into the details, but you know the deal.

At any rate, there came a time when the women had to breathe and, just for a few seconds, it was quiet again.  That was when they heard the sound.  It was an eerie sound, like the wind makes in the trees in wintersort of a moan, with overtones of a keening wail tossed in.  When the wind sounds like that, you burrow under the covers and hope the doors are strong enough to keep out the wolves you just know are prowling around the house.

But it wasn't winter.  And nobody had seen a wolf around those parts in years.

Curiosity drew them to the shattered door.  The sound seemed to be coming from the left of the house.  They listened as it got louder, then softer, and then changed to a gurgling snort.  It COULD have been a wolf, sniffing around in the dark, but wolves dont moan like that.


"That's where I planted the bean," whispered Jack.

"That sounds like Mortimer, the day that Dinah locked him out of the house.  He was stupid enough to say hed had pie better than hers," whispered Harmony.

"There's somebody with enough courage to lock HIM out of a house?!" gasped Elizabeth quietly.  She gulped.  "There's a house that he could actually be locked out of at all?!"

"It sounds like someone's crying," whispered Coreen.  "It can't be him.  He must have met a traveler and squashed the poor thing or something."

"Who travels in the middle of the night?" asked Harmony.

"I don't know!" complained Coreen.  "But it's making me nervous.  Jack, go see what it is!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" said Jack emphatically.

"Yes you are!" said three women at once.

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Jack was tiptoeing as quietly as he could toward the sound, which had turned into extended moaning, as of a man whose leg is broken and who thinks he is alone and helpless.  The moans were interrupted by short sobs and hiccups.  Jack's eyes had adjusted to the dark and he was able to see both the somehow thin looking line that was the beanstalk, and the bulk of the giant at the bottom.  It was the giant who was making all the noise.

"Hello?" said Jack, his voice just above a whisper.

"AAAACK!" screamed the giant.  "DON'T KILL ME!  I'M TRYING TO GO HOME!"  He broke into a series of thunderous sobs.

It's pretty hard to feel fear for a crying giant, especially one who just pulled himself into a huddle that approximated a fetal position, in the middle of which was a tired and bedraggled goose, honking feebly.

"I'm not going to kill you," said Jack.  "Why are you still here?"

"I can't get up the beanpole," moaned Mortimer.  "It's all slippery and there's nothing to grab onto."

"Oh," said Jack.

"And now the soldiers will come and poke me with their horrible little spears, and I'll bleed, and they'll throw things at me, and stick swords in me, and I'll die and Dinah will have to raise little Percival all aloooooone."  He ended in a long moan that turned into more sobs.

"Percival?"  Jack's jaw sagged.  "She named my...er THE baby Percival?"

"Of course," said Mortimer.  "It's a good name.  What's wrong with Percival?  There have been great giants named Percival!"

Jack remembered that he wasn't supposed to know about the baby in the first place.  

"Sure," said Jack.  "No problem.  OK, we don't want...Percival to grow up without you.  I agree."

Unbeknownst to either of them, Elizabeth had followed Jack.  The maternal instinct in her was strong, and her baby boy was in danger.  She couldn't just stand by while a giant ground his bones.  She had a kitchen knife in her hand, something that approximated a toothpick when compared to Mortimer's bulk.

But...she heard Mortimer wailing about what she thought was his baby being raised fatherless.  It tugged at her heart strings.  Once a mother always a mother, you know, even when giants are involved.

"We most certainly do not!" said Elizabeth from the darkness, agreeing with her son.

She was emboldened when Mortimer flinched at her voice, and she stepped forward.  Mortimer relaxed when he didn't see a lance, and recognized the woman with the cute little breasts, which were still hanging out of her torn night dress.

"So what do I do?" moaned the giant.  "I can't get up the stupid beanstalk and the soldiers will be here any minute!"

Jack didn't know what to do.  He didn't want to admit there were no soldiers.  Things had been ugly up until the time Mortimer thought he was in danger.  He was trying to figure out what to say when his mother spoke for him.  She was still thinking like a mother, or maybe a Democrat, except that Democrats hadn't been invented yet.

Hmmmmm...no Democrats.  Maybe the good old days really WERE better.  Anyway, on with the tale.  Elizabeth was thinking like a mother and proved it by speaking.

"Jack!" she said sharply.  "Plant another bean, so he can go home and take care of his little boy."

"You planted the beanstalk?"  Mortimer's voice held great interest as he looked at Jack.

"Um..."  Jack wished his mother hadn't given away such valuable information.  "Well...yes...but I only had two beans," he lied.

"Well plant the other one!" yelped Mortimer.

Jack was no longer worried that the giant would kill them all.  In fact, he saw a way to put Mortimer in his debt, but it would take some maneuvering.

"It's almost daylight," said Jack.  "If I plant it now, people will see it.  I mean the soldiers might see it.  They might climb up after you."

"Noooo," wailed the giant.

"We have to wait until tomorrow night, when it's dark again.  Then I can plant one and you can climb up and everything will be all right."  He figured that after hiding out for a whole day, Mortimer would be extra happy when Jack provided him with a way home.

"But the soldiers are coming!" barked Elizabeth, who didn't know there were no soldiers.  She brightened.  "We'll just hide you.  Yes.  We'll just hide you until they go away and Jack can plant another beanstalk."  Now that she had a mission, she was very businesslike.  "Come quickly.  We must get you out of sight, so the soldiers don't see you."

"Where?" asked Jack and Mortimer together.

"You were in the house a while back.  Can you get back in there without destroying anything else?  Elizabeth still had her pragmatic side.

"I'll try," said Mortimer.

"Jack!" ordered his mother.  "Go and wait for the soldiers.  Tell them he's gone and everything is all right again."

"And where am I supposed to tell them he went?" asked Jack crossly.  Even though he knew there were no soldiers, he hadn't planned on things getting this complicated.

"I don't care," moaned Elizabeth.  "Tell them he went towards London.  That should get them going elsewhere."

Jack walked off into the darkness.  He thought about what to do.  If he just waited a bit, he could go back to the house and say the nonexistent soldiers were gone.  That worried him, though, because who knew what Mortimer would do then?  He decided he'd say that some of them had left, and some had decided to stay in town, just in case the giant came back.  That should keep the giant compliant.

Yes.  That's what he'd do.

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The first problem Elizabeth had was explaining to Coreen and Harmony why Mortimer was back.  Harmony wasn't keen on the idea of admitting there were no soldiers either and kept quiet about that.

Then there was the problem of trying to find a place where a giant could be comfortable.  He couldn't stand up in the house.  Sitting was all right, but if he leaned against the wall, it groaned and threatened to break.  Finally, Elizabeth supervised while Coreen and Harmony dragged furniture out of the way, and Mortimer was able to lie down, mostly in the dining room.  All this scurrying about tended to make their initial panic go away, along with the adrenaline that had given them the strength to move all that heavy furniture.

That's when the real problem asserted itself.

Mortimer was covered with the waste product of the goose he was still clutching tenderly to his chest.  In short he was, shall we try to be polite, odiferous in the extreme.

"Ewwwww, what's that smell?" complained Coreen.  Now that she was no longer scared to death, her normal senses reasserted themselves.

"It got on me when I was chasing Jack down the beanstalk," said Mortimer.  "I'm not sure, but I think it's goose poop."

"Yech!" said Coreen, waving a dainty hand in front of her face.

"I'll just go find Jack," said Harmony, thinking of how clean and pure the outside air would smell right now.

Elizabeth, still in full maternal mode, looked at her guest.  Her attitude about Mortimer had shifted somewhat.  He was lying there, still sniffling a bit, holding that goose like it was a favorite bedtime toy.  He was certainly no baby, but he brought babies to mind.  She suddenly thought about all the babies she'd had to clean up as she changed diapers.  She wrinkled her nose.  It would be a big job, but it would make things so much more pleasant in the house, just like when she had changed Jack's and Coreen's nappies.

"Give me the goose," she said softly.  "I'll put it in a cage and it will be fine.  Then we'll get you cleaned up a bit and you can take a nice nap.  You'll feel much better then, and be all refreshed tomorrow night when you go home to your little boy."

Mortimer looked at the woman.  "You won't steal my goose again, will you?"

"Of course not," she said firmly.  "Geese belong in cages, that's all.  I'll even put the cage over there by the fireplace so you can see it.  Now take off those clothes so Coreen can go wash them."

"Me?!"  Coreen's face wrinkled.  "I don't want to touch his nasty clothes!"

"Well touch them you will," said her mother, "or you'll have to smell that odor all day.  Or, you can help Mortimer with his bath and I'll wash the clothes.  You may choose," she said sweetly.

Coreen's face went white.  "I'll wash clothes!" she yipped.

"Go get the water hot," said Elizabeth.  "I'll bring you the clothes."

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Harmony had no idea where to look for Jack, but the air was much better smelling outside, so she didn't care.  She still exulted in walking again, able now to put one dainty foot in front of the other and move around.  So she just did that while she called softly into the night for Jack.

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Elizabeth didn't pay that much attention to Mortimer because she was busy finding a cage for the goose, and setting it where the giant could see it.  So she wasn't quite prepared when she turned to attend to his soiled clothes, and saw him lying there naked.

You may remember Dinah, earlier in the story, explaining to Jack why Mortimer couldn't get any dates after he went out with Jezebel?  If not, take my word for it.  She did.  She hadn't used the term "pencil dick," probably because pencils hadn't been invented yet, but it would have been a good analogy if she had...from a giantess' viewpoint, anyway.

You see Mortimer, while he was a giant stature-wise, had the equivalent of a pencil dick in the world of giants.  Mortimer was ten feet tall and weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty-two stone, which, for you American types, is a skosh over three hundred pounds.  His penis, however, was a mere nine inches long.

Of course we're talking giant perspectives here and, since Elizabeth wasn't a giant, she looked at things from a different point of view altogether.  What she saw was...well...a giant penis!  Remember, an erect human penis that's longer than four and a half or five inches is rare.

You don't believe me?  Look at real ones, instead of the oddities you see on the internet.  Girls, you know what I'm talking about.

But I digress.  Now, lest you think of Elizabeth as a loose woman, you must remember that it had been some years since she had seen any penis other than Jack's which, to her dismay, had aroused certain...feelings...of which she was not proud.  But THIS penis didn't belong to her son or any other relative.  And, while in the world of giants, Mortimer might compare poorly...well, from Elizabeth's perspective, what she saw took her breath away.  It also got her going, turned on-wise.

Mortimer, who was quite aware he was a boy among men in the giant world, saw the woman staring at his dork and covered it with his hands in shame.

Elizabeth, shaken to her core by feelings she hadn't had for a very long time, felt her nipples crinkling and looked down, realizing for the first time that her breasts were hanging out for all the world to see.

Well, for the giant in her dining room to see anyway.

Flustered, she pulled the edges of her torn nightgown together and shifted her gaze to the pile of stinky giant clothing lying on the floor.

"I'll just get these to Coreen to be washed," she said faintly.  She went to the pile, leaned down, scooped them up in her arms and stumbled out of the room.

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"There you are!" said Harmony, seeing Jack sitting on a rock.  "I've been looking for you."  She wrinkled her nose.  "I found you by smell, by the way.  Hooooeey, are you ripe!"

"What a mess," sighed Jack.  "It wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

"I disagree," said Harmony.

"There's a giant hiding in my house from soldiers who don't exist," said Jack darkly.  "I smell bad?"

"That's only temporary," said Harmony, resisting the urge to put her arms around his neck.  He really was rank.  "I can't actually complain about anything right now.  I met you, and you broke the spell on me.  Plus you're really good in bed.  I think things turned out really well."  She leaned toward him and kissed him, touching him only with her lips.  "It's still technically night," she said, her lips brushing his again.  "We should be in bed.  After you take a bath, of course.  Let's go home."  Despite the smell, she couldnt resist the urge to encourage him by placing a hand on his lap.  "My GOODNESS!" she sighed.  "You're so hard!"

Jack realized she was gripping the egg he had taken from the goose's nest, and explained that to her.  She opined as how that was a good thing, seeing as how they'd had to give the goose back, and then moved her hand to find Jack's manhood.

"Let's go visit the rain barrel.  Do you have a bean with you?" she whispered, squeezing him.

"How can you think about that with Mortimer right there in the house?"  Jack wiggled, but didn't try to move her questing hand.  He felt himself reacting to her touch.

"It's easy," whispered Harmony.  "When we do that together, I can't think about anything else at all."

She pulled him up and toward the house.  She WAS able to think about something else right now, but hopefully a stop at the rain barrel would solve that problem, while she got to play with the thing that made her feel so good.

Chapter Nine

Once she had delivered the clothes to a still complaining Coreen, Elizabeth got a pan and a pitcher of hot water.  She grabbed a cake of soap and a bath towel, which might do as a wash cloth for the giant, and returned to the dining room.  Mortimer was still lying where she'd left him.

"I brought something to get you cleaned up," she said a little breathlessly, letting her eyes rove over his broad, muscled chest.

She dipped the towel into the pan, soaking up all the water, then rubbed the soap against the cloth.  She handed it to him and then stood back as he began wiping at the parts of his body within his reach.

"I'll get more water," she said, trying to keep her eyes averted from what was between his legs.

When she returned he was straining to reach his calves, which were sticking into the parlor.

"Do you need some help?" she offered, taking the towel from him.  

She started at his feet and worked her way up.  Just to get to his knees, she had to wring the towel out three times, and got what was left of her nightgown wet in the process.  She looked down at it and saw both the wet spots and something gray smeared all over her front.  His clothes had soiled her when shed carried them to Coreen.

"Ohhhh," she complained.  "I got it all over my nightgown too.  Now I smell as bad as you."

Now, it must be explained here that Mortimer who, while being a giant, was also a male.  While he was aware of the mechanics of sex, he was, like his sister had been, a virgin.  And another cross-cultural aspect of life that was shared between humans and giantkind involved the manual stimulation of the male's penis.

Yup...giants jacked off too, and had for years, even though none of them had known about Jack until recently.  At any rate, virgin giants thought about sex just as much as human boys.  So, while Elizabeth had been puttering about getting the goose taken care of, with her nightgown still gaping open, Morimer had been observing her breasts, which were still hanging out.

And, since we've been talking perspectives here, from Mortimer's perspective she was like a giant sized Bambi Doll, almost like the one he'd seen his sister playing with when they were growing up.  Just like the one he'd gotten his hands on so he could take the clothes off of it, and dream the same dreams all young males dream when they undress a doll that's almost anatomically correct.

Just like the doll that had been thrown in the trash when the National Association of Giantesses (N.A.G) had announced that Bambi was having a detrimental effect on young giantesses.  If Bambi were a real giantess, they claimed, her breasts would be so huge as to cause her to fall over constantly.  Young giantesses couldn't possibly achieve the same glamour and proportions as Bambi.  Thus Bambi had to go.  No one paid any attention to the moans and groans of young giantesses, much less their brothers.  It was for their own good, after all.

Now, as she washed his legs, she forgot about her gown again, and Mortimer was fascinated by her interesting breasts.  He'd gotten a peek at Dinah naked one time and these looked very much like hers, except they were so much smaller.

"You could take it off," he suggested.  "Like I took my clothes off."

Elizabeth blinked and then flushed a deep red.

"I couldn't," she said.  She was about to follow that up with "It wouldn't be proper," but didn't get the chance because the giant reached out with both hands, grasped the torn edges of the nightgown and gave a "gentle" tug that ripped the garment the rest of the way down to the floor.

"I can help," he offered, having already helped.  He stared interestedly at the fluff of brown hair he had exposed between her legs.  That looked like Dinah's too, except smaller.

Elizabeth froze.  That was the result of equal parts of surprise at what had just happened, and the sudden realization that she had a completely previously unknown desire for a man to do what he had just done.   The thrill that went through her as she was "manhandled" made her jaw drop and her knees weak.

Mortimer looked at her impossibly white skin and saw gray smudges of goose shit on her breasts, where it had transferred from his clothes.  He took the towel from her limp fingers and reached between her loosely hanging arm to cup his hand around her waist.  He drew her nearer to him and, because she was so small, tried to gently clean her, as she had cleaned him.  The towel mashed her breasts and scraped across suddenly tingling nipples.

"There," he said heavily.  "All clean."

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, feeling his big hand on her back.  It felt hot and forceful.

He held the towel out to her.

"Can you finish down there?" he asked.  "It felt really nice while you were doing it before and it's kind of hard for me to reach."

"Ummmmm," was all she could get out.

She stumbled as that big hand pushed her toward his thighs, where her eyes lit on a giant penis that was now alarmingly stiff and thrusting out from enough crinkly brown hair to make a decent wig out of.  You knowlike that Richard Simmons guyif hed been born yet.

She stared at the rigid thing and tried to drag air into lungs that didn't seem to want to work all of a sudden.

Elizabeth's eyes had slid to a pair of jewels about the size of a large tomatoes, when a giant hand came to hide what Mortimer thought of as his inadequate equipment from her gaze.

Elizabeth felt strength coursing into her body from somewhere and got a deep breath of air into her lungs.  She'd never seen anything so magnificent in her life and she wasn't finished looking at it.  She reached out and tried to move his hand.  It was like trying to move an ox.

"Move your hand!" she ordered, her voice raspy.

Mortimer, used to following orders from a woman, did as he was ordered.

"Mercy me," sighed Elizabeth as she saw it again.  "I had no idea!"

"I can't help it," he sighed.  "I was born that way, I guess.  It's been my curse all my life." 

"Whatever are you talking about?" asked Elizabeth.

"None of the girls will have anything to do with me, because it's so small," explained Mortimer.

"Small?!" she squeaked.  "That's not small!"  She tore her gaze from the object of interest and looked at his face.  "It's HUGE!"

Now if the reader is a woman, you might not understand how such a comment might affect a man.  If you're a man, you understand completely.

Mortimer preened.

"Really?" he fished.

"It's immense!" she sighed.  "It's..."  She searched for the right word.  "It's GIGANTIC!"

"Well, I AM a giant," said Mortimer, basking for the first time in the obvious appreciation of a woman, even if she was a pint-sized one.

"Yes you are," sighed Elizabeth.  Her wavering control suddenly faded away.  How many women got an opportunity like this?  "It needs to be washed," she said, her voice croaking.  "I'll just wash it for you."

Mortimer thought that was an excellent idea, so said nothing to deter her.

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Coreen was hot and sweaty.  She hated washing clothes any time, but this was even worse, because the clothes were stinky and weighed a ton.  And handling them got her all messy, just like it had her mother.

Since there was no one to see her, she slipped out of her soiled nightgown.  It was cooler already.

She got back to work.  She'd done the pants, which were hanging up and dripping dry.  All she had left to do was the shirt and a pair of under drawers that seemed to have enough material in them to make a dress out of, and then she could take her own bath and go to bed.

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"Ummmmm."  Mortimer's deep base hum was the direct result of Elizabeth's almost frantic attempt to get the huge erect penis in her hands as clean as possible.  To that end she tried rubbing up and down the sides with the towel.  That didn't work very well, and she ended up just sliding her wet, soapy hands up and down.  Exactly why she wanted it so clean she couldn't have articulated.  Her torn gown pulled at her shoulders and she took the time to shrug it off so the interference went away.  Her eyes were a bit glazed, and really, it was just a great deal of fun to do what she was doing.

Mortimer fell prey to a common misconception among males of many species.  When a female takes such a close and personal interest in his sexual organ, a male quite naturally thinks she's interested in having sex.  Mortimer was, for the first time, involved with a female who was a wee thing, just like his peter was in his own mind.  He'd always felt inadequate, especially after Jezebel had laughed at him, pretending to be unable to find him while they petted on that single date.  He had been quite sure his poor small penis would prevent him from ever having an heir.  In fact, even though he was quite angry that some giant had despoiled his sister, the fact that she was going to have a baby sort of appealed to him.  He was quite sure he'd never have one of his own.

But what this woman was doing felt so good, and she looked so perfectly sized, and was so energetic about what had long ago left off being hygiene that he allowed his urges to take over.  She had gotten naked, after all, and his keen giant nose already smelled essence of Englishwoman, which smells exactly like essence of giantess.

It was child's play to grasp the woman by her waist, pick her up, position her over his rampant prick, and settle her on it.  She seemed to be quite noisy, all of a sudden, but it turned out a woman was much nicer and warmer than his hand.  And she was tight too, which meant he didn't have to squeeze anything to make it feel great.

Since all she was doing was making noise, he lifted her and then, thinking dimly that he probably needed to be gentle, let her own weight slide her back down on his penis.

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Elizabeth's foggy mind first began to waken when she realized she was somehow flying through the air.  Her brain registered the giant's hands on her waist, but before it could make the connection between that fact and her sudden levitation, she felt something remotely like a prizewinning cucumber, except that it was warm, sprout like magic...inside her...between her legs.  It woke her up right quickly.  She had, after all, done this before, and knew what that feeling meant.

She had not, however, done it with a penis this size.

"OOOHHHOWWWWWAHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed, as she was filled as never before.  Her vision cleared and she saw Mortimer's wide face in front of her, his head lifted and his eyes looking at a part of her that was MUCH too low to be proper.  It was, in fact, the part of her that felt such an astonishing mix of pain and pleasure.  Her head drooped forward and she looked down just as he lifted her.  Then her frantic mind watched, almost in awe, as his support vanished and she saw herself sink down on that huge prick she'd just been having so much fun with.

"AHHHHEEEEEEEEE!" she squealed, as her pussy announced that it was unable to figure out whether she was in real trouble or not, and was just going to have an orgasm instead.

Then, much as Dinah had initially used Jack as a talking vibrator, Mortimer began using Elizabeth much like some very naughty young men have been known to use a slab of raw meat.  He kind of forgot about being gentle.  First he lifted her, then he helped her go back down.

For Elizabeth, it must have been a bit like being on her first acid trip, except that LSD hadn't been invented yet.  For sure it wasn't anything like any reality she'd ever experienced.  Her breasts flopped and her teeth rattled and her arms flew every which way.  She somehow concentrated on keeping her neck stiff, which is probably why it didn't snap like a twig.  And, all the while, her sex screamed about how perfectly WONDERFUL this was, which made things a tad confusing for the poor woman.

It was while this was going on that Coreen peeked into the room, just to tell her mother that the giant's stinking clothes didn't stink anymore, and that she was going to bed, and that that was final!

Of course, when she saw the giant killing her mother, even though it looked astonishingly like they might be having sex, her imperatives changed somewhat.

Coreen was, to be perfectly honest, at a loss as to how to respond.  She felt the perfectly normal urge to save her mother, whom part of her brain believed was in mortal danger.  But a warrior Coreen was not.  All she had to work with was her past experience with Jack, and the towel she had just used to dry off her newly washed body.

Habit made her arms hold opposite corners of the towel and swing the middle in circles that wound the towel up.  Muscle memory was responsible for her legs moving her forward and for the way her right arm whipped the towel toward Mortimer's left shoulder, as her left hand let go of the other end.  Prior experience resulted in the tip of the wet towel impacting at just the right angle and just the right distance as she snapped the towel back.  There was a sharp pop.

"OWWWW!" thundered the giant, as he felt something like a bee sting on his shoulder.  His head turned and he glared at Coreen.  She fainted dead away on the spot.

But his concentration had been broken and his enthusiastic manipulation of Elizabeth had paused just long enough for her to scream: "STOP!"  She put everything she had into that scream, including panic.

Mortimer, his hands still loosely gripping her waist, looked at her.

"What?"

"STOP!" she gasped.

"Why?" asked Mortimer.  He'd been having a lot of fun.

"You're killing me!" whined the woman.

"I am?"  Mortimer didn't want to kill her.  This sex stuff was even better than he'd hoped it would be.  "I'm sorry."

Elizabeth's brain had stopped rattling around in her skull and the fact that he HAD stopped, in combination with his apology, was registering as information that suggested he might NOT be trying to kill her.  She reached for his wrists, impulsively trying to find something to stabilize herself with.

"Just wait a minute," she moaned.  "I think you've torn me in two."

He looked.

"Nope," he said.  "You're all still in one piece, and there's no blood or anything."

"You're raping me," she moaned.

"I am?"  Mortimer sounded truly puzzled.  "I thought you wanted to do this."

Elizabeth stretched her toes to the floor on either side of the giant.  She was able to lift herself almost off of his still stiff penis.  There were still a couple of inches in her, though.  The angle was odd and her calves began to hurt as, helplessly, she slid back down on him.

"Ohhhhhh," she sighed as her pussy was undeniably happy again.

She leaned forward, still disbelieving of the fact that that whole monster penis was inside her.  She took stock.  All in all, now that he wasn't tossing her around like a juggler's ball, it wasn't so bad.

In fact, now that she could think...it wasn't bad at all!

"Not so rough," she admonished him.

"OK!" he agreed happily.  His hands tightened and he started to lift her again.

"WAIT!" she barked.

"Oh," he said, jerking his hands away as if she'd stung him.

"Let me," she said, pushing with her toes again.

Within half a minute, she was gliding smoothly up and down his greasy pole, and both of them were having a great time.

Chapter Ten

"Let's go in the back way," suggested Harmony, fairly skipping along and pulling Jack urgently.  He was dripping and naked.  She was naked too, having used her gown to wash and dry him.  He'd gotten erect during the process, and she couldn't wait for him to nibble a bean and take her on another trip down orgasm lane.  "I don't want to see Mortimer right now."

"I'm supposed to come in and tell them that the soldiers are gone, aren't I?"  Jack was still worried that something could go wrong.

"All right," said Harmony with impatience tingeing her voice.  "We'll go in and tell them that.  But that's all.  Then we go to your bedroom."

Jack could see her in the light of the coming sun, even though it would not break the horizon for another half hour.  Even in the half light, he could see she was flushed and anxious.

"What in the world has gotten into you?" he asked.

"YOU got into me!" she yipped.  "I think my breasts have gotten even bigger, Jack, and my nipples tingle all the time now.  I NEED you, Jack.  I need you to suck them and make glorious love to me!"

Even having a giant doing a sleepover at your house can't make that kind of invitation lose its power on a man.  Jack caught up with her and rehearsed how he'd tell his mother and Mortimer that everything would be fine.  From around a corner, of course.  After all, he and Harmony were both nude.

It was with that in mind that he led Harmony to the doorway into the dining room and peeked around it.  For a few seconds, his mind couldnt quite interpret what his eyes were seeing.  What they saw was his mother, ALSO naked, jumping up and down on the giant in some weird parody of Lady Godiva prancing along.  Then his mind caught up with his eyes, as he noticed what connected giant and woman.

"MOTHER!" gasped Jack.

"Go away!" she gurgled at him, waving one hand as well.

Coreen sat up, rubbing her head where she'd hit it on the floor when she fainted.

"I had the strangest dream," she said, dreamily.

Her eyes cleared and she, too, saw what their mother was doing.  She promptly swooned again.  Thankfully, she hit her head on a different spot this time.

"Your mother is having sex with Mortimer," Harmony pointed out calmly in his ear.

"I can SEE THAT!" croaked Jack.

"Your sister is naked, lying on the floor," Harmony went on.

"I can SEE THAT TOO!" yelled Jack.

"I'm naked too, Jack," she reminded him.  "I want to do what your mother is doing.  Tell them the soldiers are gone, so we can go to bed, Jack!"  Her voice carried the unmistakable tones of a woman who is on the verge of getting angry.

Jack wanted to sit down.  This was all just too strange.  But the tone in Harmony's voice grated on his nerves.  Something snapped inside him.

"THE SOLDIERS ARE GONE!" he yelled.

Turning on his heel he grabbed Harmony's wrist and pulled her roughly behind him.  As they got to his bedroom door he reached into the pocket of his pants for a bean.  The golden egg was in his way, and he pulled it out and tossed it negligently on the bed.  Then he got out a bean and popped it in his mouth.  He bit down on it savagely.

He'd show Harmony what pushing him around would get her.

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Harmony hit the bed and bounced, wincing as her tender buttocks landed on the golden egg.  The discomfort disappeared, though, as she bounced again, and Jack jumped on top of her, roughly forcing her legs apart.  She laughed gaily.  She liked it when Jack was forceful.  Then his lips were on hers, and his tongue was invading her mouth.  She felt and tasted bits of the bean she'd seen him put in his mouth.  She didn't care about that...didn't think about that, and when he removed his mouth, she didn't have time TO think about that, as she lifted her head and saw that the thing between his legs had grown to almost two FEET long!  He was having to crawl AWAY from her to get it lined up.  She swallowed, as her eyes got as round as saucers.

"You can't put that thing in me!" she squealed.

"You asked for it!" he huffed, nosing the huge head against her flesh.  It completely covered her pussy lips.

They would not know until later, when they had time to think about events, that the bits of bean shed swallowed saved the day...after a fashion.  They acted on HER sexual parts much as they acted on HIS.

What they DID know immediately was that her pussy flowered open for him, and he slid that impossibly long, impossibly fat thing into her as if it were a hand into a glove.  And we're not talking O.J. Simpson here either.  How could we be?  He hadn't been born yet.  Nope, this hand fit this glove perfectly.

"Oh JACK!" sighed Harmony, as the expected torturous pain did not develop.  In fact, what she felt was even better than before.  His big, knobby member seemed to stroke and massage every inch of her insides as he bottomed out and then withdrew for a second plunge.

Harmony's first orgasm practically rattled her brain.  Her breasts grew before their very eyes, and fountained sweet warm milk, which quickly soaked the bed they were on.  Neither of them cared, because the ecstasy each was feeling obliterated everything else.

Her second orgasm was like the sun had exploded and her body was caught in the flare of energy.

Then Jack called out, his vocal chords creating what sounded like words from some lost civilization.  His enormous balls jumped and his gigantic penis began its fire hose imitation again as those balls were emptied.   Not even Harmony's magically enhanced sexual organs could accommodate the flow and jets of the hot, white liquid pearls spurted out all around where his penis looked like it was stretching her so that a baby could just stroll out, without its mother having even to push.

Which is a pretty good analogy, in a way, because when they both collapsed, lying in each other's arms, side by side to recover, Harmony felt something between them.  She looked down to see that her belly was still swollen to an alarming extent.

"Are you still in me?" she gasped.

"Don't think so," mumbled Jack, who felt astonishingly sleepy, all of a sudden.

"You filled me up like a water balloon!" she yipped.

"What's a water balloon?" asked Jack.

"It's just the only thing this stupid author could think of to describe my situation," said Harmony.  "Never mind that.  Look at my stomach!"

Jack rolled back and stared at her swollen belly.

"Gee," he said, suddenly interested and more alert.  "It almost looks like you're pregnant."

Harmony got up off the bed and stood beside it, gazing down at herself.

"I think I AM pregnant!" she gasped.

As they watched, what was clearly a heel slid across the tightly stretched skin of her abdomen.

"It's MOVING IN ME!" she yelped.

Jack pulled his eyes from her belly and looked at his cock.  It had shrunk to normal size.

"Wow," he said, wonderingly.  "Those are some powerful beans!"

"Jack!"  Her voice sounded odd.

"Uh huh?"

"Jack...I'm going to have a baby!"

"I can see that honey," he said.  "Don't worry.  I'll marry you."

"No!" she yelped.  "I mean I'm going to have a baby...very soon!"

"How soon?" he asked.  Her belly seemed to have gotten larger even as they talked about it.

Her face twisted, as if she were in pain.

"I think...right now!" she gasped.

"Oh shit," said Jack, sitting up.  "Maybe you better lie down."

He got up off the bed, but it was plainly clear that her milk and his spunk had ruined the bed for any imminent occupancy.  At least any comfortable imminent occupancy.  The golden egg lay in a puddle of Jack's cum and gleamed with a coating of the stuff.

"Hold on!" said Jack.  "I'll get clean sheets!"

"HURRY!" cried Harmony.  She bent over as another contraction made the stretched muscle across her bulging belly ripple.

Jack grabbed the egg and set it on the nightstand.  It started to roll off and he frantically pulled a drawer open and let the egg drop inside it.  Then he ran to get sheets, returning with them and ripping the old ones off, letting them fall where they might.  Harmony almost didn't let him get them stretched over the mattress before she flopped down on it, rolling to her back and spreading her legs.

"OWWWWWWW!" she cried out.

"I'll get my mother!" yelled Jack.

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Elizabeth, interacting with a non-magical penis, and therefore having only almost as much fun as Harmony had had, was still enjoying that penis when a very naked Jack burst into the room.

"I told you to go away!" gasped Elizabeth.

"HARMONY'S HAVING A BABY!" he yelled.

"What?"  His mother obviously didn't believe him.

"I TELL YOU SHE'S HAVING A BABY...RIGHT NOW!"

"Jack," moaned his mother.  "I know this is shocking to you, and that some people would say it's unnatural.  I know you probably want me to stop, but Honey, this is the best I've felt in as long as I can remember.  Making up stories isn't going to make me stop.  Please go away.  We'll talk about this later."

It might have turned into an actual fight, except that Coreen regained consciousness again.  Now she had two bumps on her head, and the pain was more important than the shock of what her mother was STILL doing.

"CORRIE!" moaned Jack.  "YOU HAVE TO COME HELP!"

Any excuse to leave the room where her mother was having disgusting sex with a horribly ugly giant was good enough for Coreen.  She levered herself up, groaning.  Jack helped, and when she finally stood, she looked at him.

"You're naked!" she yipped.

"SO ARE YOU!" he screamed.  "YOU HAVE TO COME HELP RIGHT NOW!"

Coreen yelped again as he grabbed her wrist and pulled violently.

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Imagine, just for a minute, that little green men from Mars pranced into your house one Saturday afternoon.  You'd be shocked, right?  You might faint, even.  But if they stayed there, and were then joined by little blue men from Venus, eventually the shock would reach a point where your mind either insulated itself from the weirdness...or you went stark raving mad, one of the two.

Coreen didn't go stark raving mad.  When Jack dragged her to his bedroom and she saw the young woman, who only a few hours ago had been svelte in a way that had made Coreen mutter under her breath, but was now obviously in the midst of delivering a baby, her mind insulated itself.

"Get me some hot water and towels!" she snapped.

"OK," said Jack eager to do something at all.

Coreen approached the girl on the bed.

"I'm here, Harmony," she said soothingly.

"Bean!" gasped Harmony.

"No, it's Coreen," said Coreen calmly.

"Get...me...a...BEAN!" screamed Harmony, as her belly rippled again.

"I don't understand," complained Coreen, who was beginning to realize she knew absolutely nothing about being a midwife.

"I...NEEEEED," gasped Harmony, her arm flailing toward Jack's forgotten pants, "a magic...beeeeeaaaaan!"

Jack ran back in.  The pan he'd filled up now had perhaps a thimbleful of hot water in it.  The rest was on the towels he'd carried the pan on top of.

"JACK!" gasped Harmony.

"I'm here, baby," he crooned, setting the pile of things on the edge of the bed.

"BEAN!" she screamed, as another contraction seized her.

"She keeps saying something about wanting a magic bean," groused Coreen.  "I think she's gone crazy or something."

"Bean?"  Jack's eyes widened.  He looked around, saw his pants and snatched them up.  His hand delved into a pocket, but found it empty.

"JAAAACK!" screamed Harmony.

"I'm TRYING!" he gasped.

The other pocket yielded what he was looking for and he held it out, only to have it snatched from his hand by Harmony's fingers, which transferred it to her grimacing mouth.  Both Jack and Coreen heard the crunch as the laboring girl bit down on it hard.  She chewed furiously and then gulped.

The results were nothing less than astonishing...if there's anything left in you to be astonished.

Her breasts swelled to enormous proportions and again started fountaining milk.  Then, like the magic that was so deeply involved in all this...she had a baby.

Her pussy lips distorted, at first, and then spread as if there were unseen hands pulling them apart.  A baby's head crowned, and then was suddenly all the way out.  Harmony gave a surprisingly mild grunt and the baby popped the rest of the way out, as if there were another one inside, pushing, saying, "Clear the road!  I'm coming out!"

Coreen gasped and stared for a few seconds.  But her mind was still insulated.  All she knew to do was pick the baby up and wipe it off, which she did more or less on autopilot.  Then she laid it on Harmony's no longer swollen belly.

"Don't you have to spank it?" asked Jack, just as amazed as his sister was.

Harmony's hands came and grasped the little thing, pulling it toward her face.  It slid on a film of warm milk, gave a little cough, and began to cry.

"Ohhhhhhh," moaned Harmony.  "Don't cry.  Mommy's here."

Within two minutes, less of her prodigious supply of milk was being wasted as the baby sucked.

With the emergency suddenly over, Coreen sat down on the floor, as her mental insulation began to fray around the edges a bit.

"If I ever have a baby," she sighed.  "You better have one of those beans for me."

Then she wilted again and got a third bump on her head.

Chapter Eleven

"I think I love you!" moaned Elizabeth.

"I know I love this," gasped Mortimer.  He was now thrusting upward with his hips as Elizabeth crashed down onto his impaling prick.

"I can't take any more of this," groaned the woman.  "It's too much."

"Just a little longer?" pleaded the giant.

"I can't move a muscle," sighed Elizabeth, starting to fall forward.

Mortimer reached for her waist and she jerked back up.

"Just...a...little...longer," he panted, using her again as he had in the very beginning, though with less force.

"Mortimer!" she moaned.

"Oh yeah!" he huffed.  "Oh boy...it's gonna happen...oh yeah...OH YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Elizabeth felt the monstrous thing in her swell and begin spurting globs of molten something or other into her belly.  Then, as he let go of her and humped up into her several more times, she flopped face down on his chest, her arms thrown wide.

"I know I love you," she sighed.

She suddenly heard a baby cry.  She thought it was her imagination, but, for the first time, her mind concentrated on what had just happened inside her body.  It had felt like buckets full of stuff had been spurted into her.  What could all that stuff do?  She was too tired to worry about it.  Besides, giants couldn't make babies with humans.  Who'd ever heard of such a thing?  Her eyes closed.  The baby's cry was suddenly silenced.

She slept.

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Jack manhandled Coreen up and over one shoulder in a manner that would, some day, be called the fireman's carry.  He was acutely aware of her naked breasts pressed into his back, and her naked bottom under his hand.  She smelled good too.  He was amazed to feel his penis begin to react to the circumstances.

He ignored that and took her to her room, pulling down her unused covers and dumping her onto the bed.  He stared for a few seconds at her white breasts, with their largish pink nipples, and looked briefly between her legs.  Then he covered her up and went back to what, in his opinion, were even better looking breasts, and a pussy that had just yielded his baby.

Harmony had worked some pillows under her head and shoulders and was gazing down at the little warm bundle that was sucking avidly at one of her nipples.  The other had stopped spurting milk and was now just leaking a little.  She looked over at Jack as he came in.

"Look what we did," she said, beaming.  "Can you believe it?"

"I don't know what to believe," said Jack, being completely truthful.

"It was the beans," she said, stroking the baby's lush black hair.  It was still matted to his little head, and he was a mess.  "We need to do something about the cord."

"Uh...yes," agreed Jack, who had no idea what to "do."

"Maybe you should go fetch a midwife," suggested the new mother.

"Not such a good idea," said Jack.  "Remember Mortimer?"

"Oh yes," sighed Harmony.  "I forgot."

"I can understand how that could happen," said Jack, grinning.

"I think they tie it off and then cut it," said the former garp, whose life had changed just as much as Jack's had, if not more.

"OK," said Jack.

Then he went to get what was needed.

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Elizabeth woke, feeling sore all over.  She was lying on something hard and warm.  She pushed herself up and memory flooded into her mind.

Mortimer was still sleeping, snoring softly, which meant that it only sounded like a bear was rooting around in the house somewhere.

Groaning, Elizabeth dismounted.  It was remarkably like getting off the cow, which she had ridden to town once upon a time.  She thought about the cow and how its trade for some magic beans had altered her reality.

She looked at Mortimer.  She didnt think of him as handsome, but that was simply because he was so big.  He wasnt anything, except big.  There was no doubt about that.  Then she looked at his penis, which was once again flaccid, and the memory of what they'd done spilled into her mind again.

"Big or not," she murmured to herself, "he made me feel happier than I've ever felt in my whole life."  She giggled.  Maybe it was BECAUSE he was big.

She took a step and winced.  Every bone in her body felt like it was bending.  She had to walk bowlegged and she was a mess, but even with all that she wasn't at all sorry for what had happened.  She was quite sure that none of this would work out well, but at least she'd have the memory of that one night to warm her heart during the years to come.

She limped by Jack's room on the way to the washroom, where she intended to draw a bath.  She saw Jack and Harmony, lying there naked and asleep.  The angle of her vision prevented her from seeing the baby lying between them, also sleeping now.

The mother in her made her check on Coreen, who was lying in bed, as if nothing unusual had happened.  Only the pains in her body reminded Elizabeth of the reality of it all.

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Terror, excitement, and just plain tension have a tendency to wear a body out.  With the exception of Elizabeth, who had worked out her problems through a bout of amazingly good sex, the rest of them slept on until noon, except for Harmony, who woke when her baby fussed and fed him again.  She was too tired to go to the effort of getting up to clean up, and went right back to sleep when the baby did.  

During that time, Elizabeth, who was still blissfully ignorant of the fact that there were now five humans in the house instead of four, started in on chores.  Henrietta was nowhere to be found, so she had to tackle things herself.  Truth be told, she was used to it, and the cleaning gave her time to do a lot of thinking.

She levered the door back into the opening, so that the neighbors wouldn't see obvious damage.   She swept up the debris that Mortimer's entrance had left coating the floor.  She mopped as well, because there his entrance had left smears of goose leavings on the floor too.  She moved Mortimer's clothes outside, where the sun would dry them more quickly.  And she left Jack's messes for him to clean up.

She took a handful of corn to the goose, which honked happily at being fed.  It moved to the corner, where she dumped the grain, exposing a golden egg it had laid sometime during the morning.  Elizabeth picked it up and saw it was much smaller than the other one she'd seen.  She was amazed that the poor thing was still laying at all.

She stood, looking at the goose, pecking at the grain.

Mortimer would awaken and, when it was dark, Jack would plant another bean.  A beanstalk would grow and the giant would climb back up into the clouds where he belonged, taking the fabulous goose with him.

She dropped the egg into her apron pocket.

The house still smelled faintly of goose poop, so she opened all the windows and the back door, to let fresh air in.

Finally she sat, drinking a cup of tea.  She was still sore, but it wasn't so bad now.  If Mortimer could be taught not to be so enthusiastic about things...

She shook her head.  Mortimer was leaving.  It was necessary...required, in fact.  As much as she wished he could stay, that was impossible.  She went back to look at him, lying cramped up in the dining room.  She looked longingly at his penis.  He needed another whore's bath, but she didn't bother him.

She was startled suddenly when a baby cried.  She remembered hearing that before, and followed her ears to investigate.  She found Harmony in Jacks bedroom, sitting up in bed, holding a baby to her breast.  A sudden almost misty memory materialized in Elizabeths mind.  It was of Jack screaming about a baby being born.  Her breath caught in her lungs, as she walked in.

"How is this possible?" she breathed.

Harmony looked over at her host, tiredly.

"Jack's beans seem to do more amazing things than just grow great big beanstalks," she said softly.  One minute we were..."  She blushed.   "And the next I was having labor pains.  I figured out that if I ate another bean my pus...um...things would expand.  When I did that, he fairly crawled out on his own!  It was amazing!"

It was all too much to take in for a woman who'd gone through twelve hours of labor with Coreen.  So she concentrated on something more in tune with what she was familiar with.

"You're a mess!" moaned Elizabeth, who had now moved within view of the afterbirth, which still lay wetly between Harmony's legs.

"I've never done this before," said Harmony.

"Give me the child," said Elizabeth, her voice strengthening.  "Roll Jack out of bed onto the floor if he won't wake up.  We need to get you cleaned up.  I should call the doctor.  You could still be bleeding."

"I think I'm all right," said Harmony, trying to get out of bed without touching all the disgusting wet parts.  "It was bad until I realized that the beans were an important part of things.  I ate a bean myself.  When I did that everything just happened like magic.  All the pain went away and out he popped."

Elizabeth listened with half an ear as she examined the baby in her arms.  He was beautiful, of course, as most mothers who have given birth think all babies are.

She continued to admire it as Harmony drew a bath and got in.  She appeared to have no complications at all from the birth.

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His mother woke Jack and ordered him to change the sheets again, and clean his room.  Jack, still somewhat in awe of events, didn't argue.

Coreen awoke and came from her room to the kitchen, where Elizabeth was trying to get breakfast together while holding a baby.

"I was naked when I woke up!" Coreen said, rubbing her eyes.  "And I had the strangest dreams too!"  She looked at her mother and blinked.  "That's one of the dreams I had!" she squeaked.

"No dream," said Elizabeth calmly.  She handed the babe to her daughter, who took it gingerly.  "Meet your nephew."

"She actually had a baby?" Coreen asked weakly.  "I was sure it was all a dream.  She blanched.  "Then the other...you and...and that giant?!"

"Also no dream," said Elizabeth, stirring a pot on the stove.  "And don't say a word about it either.  I'm an adult and I'm your mother, and as far as I'm concerned nothing unusual happened."

"Nothing unusual?" yipped Coreen.  "You were..."

"I said not a word!" snapped her mother.

Coreen, though, was bursting with outrage.  Her mother was treating her like a little girl, and she wasn't standing for it.

"I suppose that means I can do the same then," she said archly.  "I'm of age too, mother!"

Elizabeth didn't bat an eye.  "I'll just go ask Mortimer if he's ready to go again," she said, putting a lid on the pot.  "He's an ardent lover, I must warn you.  And he's...um...large.  You being a virgin and all, there will be some pain, but you'll get over it."

"WAIT!" yipped Coreen, who wasnt about to disabuse her mothers notion that her maidenhead was intact.  She was having horrible visions of herself in her mother's place.  "NOT WITH HIM!"

The baby began to wail as it was affected by Coreen's panic.  There was a splashing sound from the washroom, and Harmony skipped into the room, naked and dripping.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My daughter thinks she's all grown up," said Elizabeth calmly.

"Mommeeeeee," moaned the grown up girl.

"Are we finished talking about this?" asked Elizabeth, not letting up.

"Yes ma'am," sighed Coreen.  She looked at Harmony, who was edging closer to her crying baby.  Coreen was all too glad to hand the tiny thing over.  "Why is everyone suddenly running around  here naked all the time?" she groused.

"MORTIMER, DEAR..." Elizabeth called out, not quite in a yell.

"Never mind!" snapped Coreen.  "You go take care of him.  I'll fix breakfast.  Where's that useless Henrietta anyway?" she groused.

"After last night, I suspect she's miles from here," sighed Elizabeth.  "Probably telling tales that people hopefully won't believe for even a second."  She was worried that people would come for Mortimer, and she no longer had any interest in that happening.

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The day passed with almost shocking normality, really.  Other than the fact that there was a giant in the dining room, of course.  Elizabeth took him his clothes.  He was almost painfully bashful until he got them on.  Elizabeth tried to act like nothing had happened.  Mortimer ate like a horse, and said it was the best porridge he'd ever had.  Then he blushed and asked Elizabeth please not to tell Dinah he'd said that.

"Who IS Dinah?" asked the woman curiously.  While with a regular human she might have felt some guilt for drawing a man away from his woman, it was impossible for her to feel like she was competition for a giantess.

"She's my sister," said Mortimer.  "She cooks for me.  We live together.  She has a new baby too!"

"I knew the last part," said Elizabeth.  "I just thought maybe she was your wife."

"Oh, I'm not married," sighed the giant.  "I'm...well, I think I may have mentioned that last night."

"Yes you did," said the woman.  "And you have nothing to be ashamed of."  She blushed.

"Thanks," he said softly.

"Thank YOU," she said, blushing.  She hurried out of the room then.

Jack spent a little time talking to Mortimer too.  He apologized for stealing the coins, and for taking the garp and goose too.

"We were desperately poor," he said.  "I know that's no excuse, but I had to do something or we would have starved."

"Well," said the giant slowly.  "The coins can be replaced, and I have my goose back."

Mortimer didn't mention the fact that he'd met Elizabeth out of this whole affair, which was the most important thing that had happened, in his estimation.  He was no longer a virgin, and it had been more fun than he could have imagined to lose that virginity, even if it was with one of the little people.

And he wasn't the only one who was thinking about that either.  Jack was still sitting there, talking to the giant, when his mother came back into the room.

"Jack, you and Harmony need to go out and get some air.  Take the baby for a walk or something."

"It's getting dark," Jack pointed out.

"I know that," said his mother somewhat snappishly.  "And take your sister with you.  She needs to start learning how to take care of a baby."

Chapter Twelve

"I don't see why I have to learn how to take care of YOUR baby!" groused Coreen, as the three of them walked through the failing light of a day they'd all remember for the rest of their lives.

"Mom's acting all funny for some reason," said Jack.

Harmony laughed.  "Both of you are being simpletons.  She wants to say goodbye to Mortimer and she doesn't want us around when she does it."

"What do you mean?" asked Coreen.  "Why would she want to say goodbye without us around?

Jack stopped and his mouth dropped open.

"You mean they're having sex!"

Coreen started running around on her tiptoes in a circle, moaning "Oooooo...ooooo...nasty...yech!"

Harmony laughed again.  "It's not nasty at all.  I know Mortimer is mean and huge and all that, but your mother was having a very good time last night, and the giant who was making her feel so good is leaving this night.  I know how she feels.  If Jack was leaving I'd want him between my legs again before he went.

Coreen covered her mouth and stared at her brother.  Then she did her whole "Oooooo...ooooo...nasty...yech!" routine again, followed up by "After what I saw, I'm never having sexever!"

"You're acting like a child instead of a young woman," said Harmony.  "If I hadn't just had a baby, I'd be in bed with Jack right this instant.  I'd spend all day in bed with him if I could have my way.  There's nothing that feels better than feeling him spurting in me.  I suspect your mother feels the same way about Mortimer."

"But it looked so violent!" squealed Coreen.  "And did you see his THING?  It was HUGE!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," said Harmony smugly.  "Jack's can be even bigger."

"I'm going to be sick," moaned Coreen.
 
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Back in the house, Elizabeth stood by Mortimer.

"You're leaving tonight," she said needlessly.  "My house won't have a giant in it after tonight."

"Uh huh," said Mortimer, staring at the bodice of her dress.  "I guess you're kind of happy about that huh?"

"Well, you did all but rape me last night," said the woman.

"I got kind of excited, I guess," said the giant.

"You were very rough with me," said Elizabeth.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

Mortimer blinked.  "Beg your pardon?"

Elizabeth untied the strings that held her dress together.  She wasn't wearing anything under it.  Her breasts spilled out of the front and she cupped them, squeezing her nipples.

"I found out I like it rough," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

"You do?"

"Not too rough, mind you," said Elizabeth, pushing the dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.  She stepped out of it and approached Mortimer's beltline.  She started undoing his pants.

Mortimer knocked a new hole in the ceiling helping her remove his clothes.

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Jack, Coreen, and Harmony had walked around for a while.  Finally Jack led them toward where the previous beanstalk had been.  It was about twenty or so feet away from the house.  Jack had selected that spot to plant the bean that would take Mortimer back up into the sky.

Whats all that stuff on the ground? asked Coreen, peering at dark piles ofsomething.
  
I kind of lost control coming down, said Jack.  I knocked all the leaves off the stalk.  I guess they landed all around here.

Harmony leaned down and picked up a dried up leaf.

UhJack, honey?

Yeah?

This has a bean pod on it.

Yeah, he said.  There was a squeal that penetrated the night.  It seemed to be coming from the house, and it distracted Jack.

What happens if they fall out of the pods, Jack?

If what falls out? he asked, looking toward the house.

The beans, Jack, she said patiently.  What happens if the beans in all the pods fall out, onto the ground?

Jack blinked.  Visions of a whole forest of giant beanstalks, thrusting up into the sky, filled his head.  The whole WORLD would know about the magic beans then!

Shit! he gasped.  We have to collect them!  We have to get every one!

Its too dark, Jack! complained Coreen.  We cant see them all.

If you dont want all the kings horses and all the kings men here, gawking at a forest of beanstalks, we HAVE to find them all, warned Jack.

Coreen ran and got a gunny sack.  It wasnt long, though, before it was full.  In the end Jack built a campfire and they just piled all the dried up leaves and pods they could find on it.  Jack took a burning branch and searched the ground until he was satisfied that there were no more pods there.  He was pretty sure no beans had fallen out, because they would have grown if they had.  He lugged the sack of beans to the shed behind the house, where he could put it in a wooden box.  That way if any beans fell out, they wouldnt fall on soil and grow.  Then he returned to the women.

Finally they rested.

Even as far away from the house as they were, though, they could hear the noises that Elizabeth and Mortimer were making inside.  Harmony exposed one breast and her son started sucking lustily at the nipple.  Coreen paced.

"How can she DO that?" moaned the girl.

"I told you it's the most fun I know how to have," said the former garp.  "You don't know what you're talking about, that's your problem.  If you tried it, I know you'd change your mind."

The problem was that Coreen couldnt really talk about her experience with sex. When shed gotten drunk and lost her maidenhead in London, shed been so ashamed that she told no one.  And, while she couldnt remember much about being fucked, what little she could remember wasnt all that exciting.  In any case, she had to keep up a front.

"Good girls don't do that kind of thing before they're married," said Coreen loftily.

"I see," said Harmony, cuddling her baby.  "In that case, I'm not interested in being a good girl."

"I didn't mean you," muttered Coreen.  She had come to like Harmony a lot.  She'd never had another girl near her age to talk to and, even though Harmony was a year or two younger than her, she seemed to be much more grown up and wise.  "I'm sure it's Jack's fault.  He should have married you first."

"It WAS Jack's fault," said Harmony, smiling.  "When he showed me that lovely monster he has in his pants, I was helpless."

"He doesn't have a monster in his pants," scoffed Coreen.  "I've seen it.  Ive even touched it and it's not nearly as big as..."  She blushed in the fading light and looked toward the house.

"As Mortimer's?"  Harmony's laugh tinkled.  "He puts Mortimer to shame!"

"Impossible!" barked Coreen, who was unhappy that she had let slip that she'd touched her brother's cock, even though Harmony didn't seem to give that fact much weight.

"Show her, Jack," said Harmony.

"What?"  Jack looked back and forth from one girl to the other.

Harmony reached out and took the bean from Jack's fingers that he had taken from his pocket in preparation for planting it.  She held it up and offered it back to him.

"Show her," Harmony repeated.

"She doesn't want to see that," said Jack weakly.

"That's right," said Coreen.  And he doesn't want to show me, because he knows you're lying."

"No she's not," said Jack automatically, defending his lady love.

"You're so full of shit," barked Coreen.  "You're BOTH full of shit!"

Jack reacted as would any brother who'd been involved in sibling rivalries over the years, and who was being challenged by the sibling he'd rivaled with.  He bit off about half of the bean.

"Eat the whole thing," said Harmony, grinning.

Jack looked at her.  She pulled her other breast free, exposing it to his view.  He popped the rest of the bean in his mouth and chewed.  Then he frantically fumbled at the fastening of his pants, before they were ruined.

Coreen had folded her arms under her breasts and was ready to scoff.  But her mouth dropped open wide as Jack's penis was exposed in the twilight.  She blinked and leaned forward, dropping her hands.  It had to be a trick of the fading light!

"Have a little suck?" said Harmony lightly, offering her unencumbered breast to Jack.

He grinned and leaned toward her to get a mouthful of sweet warm milk.  Then he swallowed and laughed as he felt her sexual attraction work on him.

"Ooops!" he said as he staggered, and then readjusted his center of balance.  He reached down to support the foot and a half long protrusion that was pointing toward Coreen.  "Don't want it to drag in the dirt," he said, hefting his huge cock.

"Where did that come from?" asked Coreen weakly.  She wanted to look around, to see where it could have come from, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it.  As horrified as she wanted to be, she was fascinated by what she was seeing.

"Jack has a magic penis," said Harmony smugly.  "Now you know why I want it in me all the time."

"THAT?!" moaned Coreen.  "You want THAT thing in you?  I take it back.  You're not full of shit.  You're INSANE!  That thing would kill any woman it was inside!"

Coreen realized that she was being stubborn.  Obviously that...thing...HAD been inside of Harmony.  The baby suckling at her breast was proof of that.  And Harmony most assuredly was not dead.  More than that, she wasn't even unhappy about it.  More than THAT, she professed quite believably that she wanted it in her AGAIN!

Just then Elizabeth wailed her way through another orgasm inside the house, and Mortimer bellowed as his giant-but-pee-wee-relatively-speaking prick fired off a torrent of giant-but-oddly-still-microscopic sperm cells into his lover's sucking sex.

Outside, Harmony laughed.  "Does THAT sound like crazy people?  Don't knock it until you try it."

"No WAY, Jose!" moaned Coreen, wishing she could remember more about the sex shed already had.  Her mother obviously liked it, as did Harmony.

"Who's Jose?" asked Jack.

"It's just a name I made up, you stupid boy!" snapped his sister.  "I was rhyming because that thing makes me nervous.  Put it away."

"I can't," said Jack.  "It won't fit in my pants anymore."

"Well do something about it then.  Mama taught you what to do!"

"She taught YOU what to do too, if I remember correctly," said Jack, stroking his huge prick.  "You could help me."

Coreen was caught on the horns of a dilemma, as people are often caught when they vociferously deny something, while at the same time they are attracted to it.  It's kind of like porn on the internet.  A lot of people say it's horrible and should be banned, but then sneak around and download it.  Coreen had just been given an excuse to do something she secretly wanted to do.

"If I do help you, will you put it away?"

"Of course," said Jack.

Which is how Coreen ended up on her knees, in front of Jack, attempting to hold something in her two hands that actually needed about four hands to properly cradle.  She remembered clearly the time or two she'd had it in her hand before, and how hard-yet-soft it had felt.  This was no different.  Just bigger.

"It feels so hot!" exclaimed the girl.  She rubbed her hands along the heavy thing.  "It's odd, because it feels so smooth, but it's bumpy all over!"

"All those bumps make it feel really good when it slides in and out of you," said Harmony, who was unhappy that she was still sore down there.  Seeing Jack's prick like this made her want to feel it in her even more.

"How in the world did it ever fit in you?" sighed Coreen, who felt the insane urge to kiss the thing she was stroking.

"If you eat a bean too, it fits perfectly," said Harmony.  "Give her a bean, Jack."

"Jack, who had been staring at his sister, kneeling in front of him, stroking his monster penis, lifted glazed eyes to his lady love.

"Why?" he asked somewhat vapidly.

"So she can try it," said Harmony.

"Oh no," said Coreen, whose eyes were also a little glazed as she watched her hands push the skin back off the big, shiny knob in front of her.  That little hole in the end looked a little like lips, and she wanted to kiss that too.  "I could never do that.  Jack's my brother."

"He's your adopted brother," Harmony corrected.  "If he hadn't been adopted, you wouldn't think of him that way at all."

"I guess that's true," sighed Coreen.

Jack wasn't responding, so Harmony reached in his pocket for another  bean.  He was moving around, thrusting toward his sister, so she grabbed a handful of beans.  As she extracted her hand, one dropped to the ground.  Working with only one hand, because of the baby, she got a bean between her thumb and forefinger.  She didn't think Coreen would actually take it, and her hands were busy anyway, so the young mother pushed it between Coreen's lips.  The girl chewed absently.

"Could you go a little faster please?" asked Jack a little breathlessly.

"If she does that you'll squirt," said Harmony.  "Then she couldn't find out how lovely that feels inside her."

"I should put it inside her?" said Jack, dreamily.

"Of course," said Harmony.  "How else will she find out what she's been missing?"

"It wouldn't fit," said Coreen.  Her eyes crossed as she leaned toward the penis in her hands.

Elizabeth's voice wafted from the house:  "I LOVE YOU, MORTIE!"

"Trust me," said Harmony.  "It will fit."

There was a ripping sound.  Coreen looked down to see that her breasts had suddenly grown to three times their normal size.  The bodice of her dress couldn't take the strain, and her breasts now gleamed whitely in the moonlight.  The strawberry colored nipples were now the size of strawberries too.  She watched in awe as one of them started dripping.

"Where did THOSE come from?" she squealed.

"It's the magic," said Harmony smugly.  "The magic that will let Jack's penis fit inside you so you can find out I'm NOT crazy."

Coreen looked from her swollen breasts to Jack's impossibly long penis, which he was now stroking industriously, since she had stopped.

She turned on her heels and ran for the house.

Jack lunged, automatically, and managed to grab the neck of the fleeing girl's dress.  With the front already torn, her forward momentum overcame the integrity of the remaining cloth, which ripped.  Her arms flew back, as the dress peeled off of her and she literally ran out of it, leaving it in Jack's frustrated grip.  Now, dressed only in knickers, she fairly flew towards the house.

In a flash, Jack was chasing after her, hugging his magically enhanced penis to his chest so he could run.  Even so, his balls were so big that he proceeded at more of a fast waddle than a real run.

Giggling, Harmony followed after them at a more sedate pace.

Behind her, a new beanstalk sprouted.

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Elizabeth was lying on Mortimer's chest, trying to figure out a way to scoot up so as to be able to kiss him, while keeping his lovely giant penis in her pussy.  She had just realized she was going to have to choose one or another when the door she had propped into the damaged opening fell to the floor with a crash.  A young woman, naked except for knickers, ran into the room, moaning, "Nooooooooooo!"    Elizabeth blinked.  It looked like Coreen, except that there were two watermelon sized breasts flopping wildly on her chest as she ran by.

She was followed by a young man who looked astonishingly like Jack, except that, with one arm, he was clutching what looked like a king-sized lifelike dildohad they been invented yetto his chest.   His other hand was holding his pants up as he ran by.  This young man was chanting, "inside her...inside her," as he chased the girl toward Coreen's bedroom.

"See," complained Mortimer sadly.  "I told you I'm tiny down there."

Elizabeth abandoned what she now thought of as her penis, and scooted up to start kissing Mortimer's fleshy lips.

"I LOVE your tiny little penis," she moaned into his lips.  "I'm going to just die without it."

Harmony, who had come into the house as Elizabeth was reassuring Mortimer, grinned and walked over to the naked pair.

"Here!" she said, extending her hand.  She opened it, showing them the beans still in it.  "Each of you eat one of these."

"What?"  Elizabeth was in the act of blushing at being caught naked with her giant lover.

"Just eat one!" insisted Harmony.  "Both of you."

Elizabeth reached for a bean and popped it in her mouth.  Then she got one for Mortimer and fed it to him.

"What's going on?" she asked, trying to act as normally as possible, as impossible as that seemed.

"Shake your boobies at him," said Harmony.  "I think you'll both be very happy if you do."  The girl grinned and went off toward the hallway.

Chapter Thirteen

Some say the fun is in the chase.  Jack...and Coreen, too, for that matter...would have argued that.  Coreen ran because she was experiencing what would someday be termed as the fight or flight syndrome.   She was excited, scared, and horny, so her body just reacted.  Fighting wasn't really an option, so she fled.

Jack, on the other hand, took up the role of the pursuer.  After all, it isn't really fleeing if you're not being chased.

Coreen ran to the place she felt the safest inher bedroom.  But a bedroom, by nature, has a bed in it, which was her undoing.  She was trying to huddle on her bed, and finding it difficult to huddle at all because she had thirty pounds of breasts in the way, when Jack rushed into the room, panting, "Put it in her...put it in her."

She remembered her line, which was "Noooooooo."

The breast that was lying on top was aimed, more or less, in Jack's direction, and it sent a stream of milk toward him, a little like a beacon guiding an airplane to the landing strip.  I won't even mention that airstrips and planes hadn't been invented yet.

And Jack, with the lingering taste of warm milk in his mouth, was led and, after a fashion, landed.  It was a bumpy landing, so I'll describe it to you.

First, his mouth latched onto Coreen's spurting nipple and he sucked.  This was a new and very interesting experience for the young woman, and it interrupted her syndrome rather abruptly, causing her "noooooo" to morph into a "oooooooo."

Jack climbed up on the bed, so that he could rest comfortably on his hands and knees, pushing Coreen onto her back so he could get to the other breast too.  Of course, once he was using his hands to support himself on all fours, his penis was no longer held to his chest and fell with a thump on Coreen's abdomen.  The head landed squarely between her heaving breasts.  Those breasts were sending her signals that terrified was entirely the wrong emotion to be feeling, and suggesting that horny would be much more fun.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, relaxing.  There was something soft and heavy pressing against her down there, where it was all tingly.  Her mind dimly registered this as Jack's furry balls and that, to her surprise, felt nice too.

Harmony came into the room and smiled.  "I'll just go change a nappy," she said lightly.  "You two have fun."

Coreen lay limply, luxuriating in the delightful feeling of being suckled.  It was completely different than when she played with her nipples.  It was even better.  She had the urge to play with herself down there too, and reached for that area with one hand.  Her enormous breasts were in the way though, and she moaned with frustration, unable to get her hand inside her knickers.

She was momentarily distracted by her mother's voice, coming from the dining room.  "OH MY WORD!"

The giant's heavy voice followed.  "WELL LOOK AT THAT!"

Harmony returned.  The baby was down for the night, and she wanted to watch what she was sure was going to happen.  She was grinning, but closed the door, shutting out the sudden babble from the dining room.  She saw what Coreen was trying to do and decided to help some more.

She went to Jack, who had one knee between his sisters thighs, and reached under him to undo his shirt.  She managed to get it off of him without making him lose his lip-lock on Coreen's nipple.  Then she pulled his pants down off his butt and worked each pant leg off.  He helped her by lifting each leg, but otherwise seemed oblivious to everything except the breasts he was feasting from.

Finally, he was naked.

Then she went around the bed and began helping Coreen out of her knickers.  Coreen, fully in heat now, lifted her hips automatically.

Jack was somehow aware that they were both naked now, and, without stopping his attention to Coreen's nipples, he got both knees between his sister's thighs.  Since Jack's hands were busy holding him up, Harmony gleefully helped the couple by reaching under him to grasp his penis.

He tried to help.  He scooted his knees backwards, but he was too long.  He had to stop sucking to be able to move farther back, so let the nipple he was currently drinking from pop out of his mouth.

"Don't stop," moaned Coreen.

"He'll start again in a second," said Harmony, now able to line the head of Jacks cock up and nose it between what she thought were Coreen's untried pussy lips.  "You're going to like this part.  I promise."

Coreen lifted her head, feeling something down there, but couldn't see past her swollen mammaries.

"What?"  She realized what was happening and fear shot back into her.  "NO!  Please!"

"OH YES!"  Elizabeth's scream came through door, and walls, and quite possibly out of and then back in windows in the house.  Harmony laughed happily.

"Yes!" said Jack, quite possibly just repeating what he'd heard his mother's hoarse voice shouting.

His hips lunged forward.

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"I feel like a real giant, for once!" panted Mortimer, lunging upwards.

Elizabeth's feet could no longer reach the floor, because Mortimer's cock was now two feet long.  She didnt actually care, though because she had other things on her mind.  Her breasts were now sticking out two feet as well, and leaking warm milk.  Mortimer was, more or less gently, sliding her up and down his slick pole, while he aimed her newly spurting nipples at his mouth.  He was alternately sucking on them and just letting the milk splash against his grinning face.  Elizabeth was having orgasms back to back, and felt like she might just break into pieces at any minute.

"I can't stand to be without you," she whined.

"Come with me!" grunted Mortimer, forcing her down with a little extra vigor onto his now mammoth prick.

"I'M COMING RIGHT NOW!" she wailed.

Mortimer didn't have time to explain what he meant, because her pussy was practically chewing his rod and his finally giant sized balls clenched hard.  His ejaculate was so strong that Elizabeth was squirted almost completely off his prick, and a mess of thick white shot out of her, splattering all over her thighs and his stomach.

It wasn't until they'd regained their breath that he was able to say, "What I meant was come with me up the beanstalk.  I'll marry you."

She sighed and chuckled.

"You're a dear big thing, but I can't do that.  A human can't marry a giant.  We'd be laughed at, I'm sure."

"You think I care about that?" grumbled the giant.  "I've never been in love before.  I kind of like it."

"I can't," said Elizabeth, tears filling her eyes.  "I wish it could be so, but we're too different."

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"EEEEEEEEEEE!" squealed Coreen as she found out exactly what sex was SUPPOSED to be like.  It was not a squeal of pain.  It was more like what you might have heard as a roller coaster plummeted down its first long drophad roller coasters been invented then, of course.

"Oh Corrie," groaned Jack, as he realized a dream he'd had for several years now.  She was just as warm and wet and clasping as he'd imagined she might be, all those nights that hed had to lie beside her and smell her hair.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" groaned Coreen, as he began withdrawing and slamming back into her.  "You bastard, you've ruined meeeeeee!"

"I'm sorry," he huffed, shoving in extra hard.  Whatever that hard knot deep inside her was, it felt extra good to ram the tip of his prick into it.

"No you're not," she panted.  "I know you.  You like doing this to me!"

"Uh huh," he grunted.

"Meeee toooooo," she whined.   "That's why I hate you so much right nowwwWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"  The orgasm that ripped through her was both unexpected and a hundred times more intense than the cute little feelings her fingers had elicited from her previous amorous endeavors.

"Oh don't hate me," gasped Jack, as her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he had memories of being stuck inside Dinah.

"I don't!" she gasped.  "I love you.  I love this.  Oh I've been so stupid!"

"Don't cum in her," said Harmony, her voice filled with mirth.  Like most women, she enjoyed being proved right in an argument.

"But I want to," gasped Jack.

"Babeeeeeeeeeeee!" reminded Harmony.

"Oh yeah," panted Jack.  "I guess that wouldn't be the best thing right now."

"Baby?" moaned Coreen.  "I'm going to have a baby?"

"You will if that thing spurts in you," said Harmony.  "And if it's anything like what happened to me, you'll have it before morning."

"I thought you said you loved it when it spurted!" groaned Coreen.

"I do, but we must be judicious about that, unless we want to have dozens of children running around.  I've got this idea about that, by the way.  I think if we took a sheep's intestine, slid it over that lovely thing of his, then tied the end with string, when he spurted it would all be caught inside the sheep's intestine.  Then there wouldn't be any baby.  Pretty slick, huh?"

"That's disgusting!" whined Coreen.  "Sheep's intestine?  Where in the world did THAT come from?!"

"Oh, I knew some boys, back when I was growing up.  You could say they liked sheep.  In fact, you could even say they were extremely FOND of sheep.  I know that one fits in a sheep's intestine...a smaller one, anyway."

"Ooooooo," gasped Coreen.  "Would you please shut up?  I was having so much fun until you started talking."

"OK," said Harmony, shrugging her shoulders.  "If you want a baby, it's no skin off my nose.  But you can't have Jack.  He's mine.  This is just a loan, to teach you a lesson."

The one positive thing about Harmony's exposition was that it grounded Coreen somewhat.   Her ecstasy was dulled enough that she could think about consequences.

"I don't want a baby," she moaned.  "Not Jack's baby, anyway."

"Ohhhhh," sighed Jack.  "But it feels so good to spurt in a nice warm pussy!"

Harmony solved the problem by reaching between Jack's legs and grabbing two handfuls of balls.  Because of her diminutive harpists hands, it looked remarkably like a basketball player, palming two roundballshad basketball been invented yet, of course.

Then she squeezed and pulled backward.

"YEEEEOWWWWWW!" yelled Jack, and backed up frantically.  His mammoth prick slid out of Coreen with a sucking wet sound.

"Rub it again," Harmony instructed Coreen.

Coreen struggled up, overcoming the weight of the breasts that tried to hold her on her back.  Then, as she tipped through the balance point, they pulled her forward as they fell into her lap.  Her face smacked against the tip of Jack's cock.  Her hands reached for that huge member, more to stabilize herself than to stimulate him, but it was slick and her hands slid down it, as she opened her mouth to complain.

She couldn't get any complaints out, because her mouth was suddenly sealed by the shiny knob she had so admired before.

Then the thing she was holding went off, and disaster was narrowly avoided because the force of it knocked her supine again.  Her hands came to her face instinctively as she swallowed, also instinctively.  Within seconds she was covered in a sticky, gooey mess as Jack's prick hosed her down.

"EEEEEWWWWW!" came Coreen's muffled, if somewhat tardy complaint.

"I'll get a towel," said a laughing Harmony.

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Coreen, making keening sounds, had run on tiptoes to the washroom, her hands out away from her body and dripping spunk all over the floor.

Her mother was trying to summon the strength to get off of Mortimer, whose eyes were heavy, and who had decided that if he had to stay another night and day, it wouldn't bother him a great deal.  He was extra happy, because the bean, besides making him get bigger, had resulted in him staying hard after hed spurted in Elizabeth.

Harmony, having gotten excited by seeing what she imagined she and Jack must look like when they were making love, was trying to get Jack to eat another bean.  He was resisting, because his penis was a little sore.

That relatively tranquil setting  was shattered as a thundering voice entered through the opening of the front door.

"FEE FIE FO FUM!
I SMELL THE BLOOD OF A BUNCH OF ENLISHMEN!
I'LL GRIND YOUR BONES, IN THE NAME OF MY MOTHER,
IF YOU'VE HURT A SINGLE HAIR ON THE HEAD OF MY BROTHER!"

Dust began drifting down from the ceiling, as an irate giantess crawled into the house.  The look on her face brought thunder and lightning to mind.

Chapter Fourteen

"DINAH!" called out Mortimer happily, and now wide awake.

A scowling Dinah crawled into the dining room, and beheld her naked brother, with a naked human woman trying to scamper off of him.  She seemed to be having trouble.

"I'M STUCK!" squealed the woman, who had breasts even larger than Dinah's.

"I'll help," said Mortimer, reaching for Elizabeth.

"No!" she gasped as he grasped her by the waist.  "Mortie!  WAIT!"

"Mortie?"  Dinah's voice softened as she realized what she was actually seeing.  She felt a giggle replace the worry she'd been coping with.

"Don't hurt the poor little thing...MORTIE!"  Now the giggle burst out of her, then turned into a deep throated laugh.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" yelled Elizabeth, who was embarrassed, and worried, and frustrated at the same time.

"I think it's hilarious," said Dinah.  "I've seen him get into fights with people who called him Mortie."

"She's different," said Mortimer.   "I love her."

Jack came skidding into the room, followed closely by Harmony.

"DINAH!" he gasped.

"Hello there, Jackie poo," smiled the giantess.  "Is that you, Harmony?  Where's your harp?"

"I got cured," said Harmony, edging backwards a little.  Of the two, Dinah was both the smarter and the more dangerous when she was angry.

"How nice for you," said Dinah.  There was a honk and she turned her head to see the goose in its cage.  "And there's our goose!  Maybe things aren't as bad as I feared."

"Things are fine," said Jack.  "How did you get here?"

"I climbed down that freaking huge beanstalk out there.  When Mortimer didn't come home after chasing you, I began to get worried.  And then when he was gone a whole day, and the beanstalk he went down disappeared, I got really worried.  So, when another one of those beanstalks showed up, I decided to come down here and find out whether I was going to have to punish all you humans or not."

"I kind of got stuck down here," explained Mortimer.

"It seems to me that SHE'S the one who got stuck."  Dinah giggled again.

"It's not funny," moaned Elizabeth, who had been trying to work her pussy off of Mortimer's engorged cock.  All her jerking and moving didn't seem to be working, though.

"That feels really good, honey," said Mortimer.  "Keep doing that and I'll squirt in you again."

"Honey?"  Dinah's voice dropped.

"I told you, I love her."  Mortimer started helping Elizabeth move.  She began moaning.

"Then be gentle with her or you'll break her," said his sister.  "Hurry up and get finished.  I had to take Percy to a babysitter and it's the first time he's been without his mamma."  She looked back at Jack, who was still naked, his normal sized cock hanging between his legs.

"Not eating any beans, lately, huh?" she commented.

Elizabeth's head turned.  Her eyes were crossed.

"How do you know about the beans?" she panted.

"Jack showed me all about the beans," purred Dinah.  "I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill him so he could make me all happy again."  She looked at Jack again.  "I miss you Jackie-poo."

Mortimer started panting.  "Oh boy...oh boy...oh boy...OH BOY!"  He squeezed his eyes closed and turned his face to the ceiling.  "OHHHHHH BOOOOOYYYYYYY!"

Elizabeth fairly flew into the air, riding a river of white that had built up pressure inside her and then broken the seal of her pussy walls around the giant's penis.  Aided by his hands she landed high on his chest, and gave a sob of relief.  Then she scrambled down off of him and ran into her bedroom, leaving a trail of his semen as it flowed out of her.

Mortimer rolled over on his side to watch her go, a sad look on his face.  His shaggy head turned back to his sister.

"I want to stay here."

"I can just imagine," said Dinah dryly, staring at his still enhanced penis.  "And I'd love to have Jack there in a cage, so I could play with him any time I wanted."

Jack flinched and stepped back.

"But," went on the giantess, "we don't always get what we want, now do we, brother?  Come on, let's go home before any more humans find out about you.  I rather suspect they frown on giants having sex with their women."

Mortimer's face lit up.  "I had SEX, Dinah!  I'm not a virgin any more!"

"Do tell," said Dinah, rolling her eyes.  "If you want to stay alive to have sex again some day, you'd better get a move on."

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There were mixed emotions in the little...and not so little group standing around the base of the beanstalk.

Mortimer and Dinah stood side by side, looking down at the humans.  Each had feelings for one of the little people.  Jack had tied a rope to the goose's cage so that Mortimer could sling it over his shoulder, leaving both hands free for climbing.

Elizabeth, having put on a dress, but still blushing furiously, nervously hopped from foot to foot.  She was embarrassed, and sad that her new lover was leaving.

Jack and Harmony, now convinced that tragedy had been averted, and that it would stay averted, were hopeful that things would return, more or less, to normal.   

Coreen was in awe of Dinah, and thought she was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.  She'd spent the last hour staring, tongue tied, at the big woman.  About every fifteen minutes she'd whispered, "You're so BIG!"  Dinah had ignored her.

There were all the "I wish you didn't have to go," and "I wish I could stay" speeches, and there was even an "Are you sure you want to stay down here, Jackie-poo?" speech, but eventually brother and sister climbed up the beanstalk and disappeared into the dark.
Jack waited until the beanstalk shook back and forth, like a wind was whipping it around, which was the agreed upon signal of Mortimer shaking the beanstalk.  Then he chopped it down, and they all went back into the house.

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Elizabeth looked at her broken down door and sighed.  It was the next morning, and she was grumpy to begin with.

"How are we going to pay for a new door?" she asked Jack, who was also surveying the damage.  "And there's a hole in the ceiling and other things that need repair, too."

Jack remembered the other golden egg...the one that had been under the goose when hed stolen her.  He called out to Harmony to get it and bring it to him, telling her it was in the drawer of the nightstand.

There was silence for a few seconds and then a high pitched "Awwwwww.  Aren't you cute!"

"I'll go get it," said Jack.  "She's playing with Charles again."

But when he got there Harmony was not playing with the baby.  She had her hands cupped together, next to her face, and was making cooing sounds at a fluffy ball of...something.  Harmony looked up at him.

"It HATCHED, Jack!"

Harmony adopted the baby gosling, of course, since she was already in new mommy mode.  The golden shell fragments, which were still smeared with Jack's dried magical semen, and the small egg Elizabeth had found in the cage were enough to pay for the needed repairs.  But the family was still stuck with no real income.  In the end, Harmony traveled to London, where she and her harp were welcomed and paid enough to put food on the table.

It was tough on her, though, because she had to leave early each morning and didn't get home until late.  She was usually too tired to have the energy for amorous pursuits, and she wanted to spend time with the baby anyway before she fell into bed.

It would have been tough on Jack too, except that Coreen had latched onto the idea that he wasn't really her brother and that, therefore, they could engage in amorous activities again.  It was inevitable that Elizabeth found out about their new...closeness.

There was a storm of anger.  Coreen's tearful insistence that Jack wasn't really her brother didn't cut any mustard with Elizabeth who, while horny in the extreme, was not willing to accept Jack as a substitute for her lost Mortimer.  Big prick or not, she wasn't going down that road.  She nipped her children's activities in the bud, though, now that I think of it, it was more like she clipped off a full bloom, rather than a bud.

That made pretty much everybody miserable.

It was while Jack was sitting at the table with his mother, waiting for Harmony to get back from London, that Elizabeth proposed a solution.

"If you planted another beanstalk, I could go ask Mortimer for a few more golden eggs," she suggested.

Jack looked at her.  She was blushing furiously.

"I know why you really want to go see him," he said, somewhat cantankerously.  If HE couldn't have any nookie, he wasn't all that excited about arranging some for his mother.  "Besides, we promised not to plant any more beans, if you'll recall."

"That was before Mortimer and I...became friends," she said earnestly.

"A beanstalk can be used both ways," he reminded her.  "Dinah didn't just pick me up and take me away last time, but I know she thought about it," said Jack.

"So...you can go up there with me," argued Elizabeth.  "I don't mind if you dally with her."

"But I love Harmony," he argued back.  "Coreen is different.  Harmony understands how we could be so close.  But she wouldn't like it if I went off to be with Dinah, while she's slaving away putting food on the table."

"But if Mortimer will give us some eggs, she wouldn't HAVE to work so hard."  Elizabeth actually cared about Harmony, but she also REALLY wanted to see Mortimer again.

That thought was what won him over.

"All right. You can go, but I'm staying here."

Elizabeth thought about climbing up to what she knew would be a strange place...alone.  But her heart...and her loins, to be honest,  demanded that she see Mortimer again.

"I'm going," she said, her voice tight.

"Hang on," said Jack.  He ran back to the house and returned with the axe.  "I have to take care of Charles, so I can't wait here for you.  If there's trouble, when you get back on the ground, just cut the vine down.  It will turn to dust and nobody will be able to climb down after you.

She kissed her son on the cheek and began climbing.

Jack watched her until she was lost in the dark.  Then he turned to go take care of a baby and rapidly growing gosling.

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Unknown to the humans, things were remarkably similar in tone up in the clouds.

"Mortimer," moaned his sister.  "You can't just mope around the house all day long.  You used to enjoy going to town to see all your friends."

"That was before I found out what it was like to have a real lady friend," he said, his voice full of sulk.  "All my friends have a woman to go home to, and that's all I can think about when I'm with them now."  He looked at her with a frown.  "Except for when they're teasing me about you having a baby without being married.  You caused a scandal, you know."

Dinah didn't want the conversation to get back around to who had gotten her pregnant with Percy, so she chose to keep talking about who Mortimer missed.

"She's a HUMAN...Mortie."  Dinah covered her mouth with a hand to hide the grin.  She expected that to bring him out of his funk, but it didn't.

"That's what she called me," he sighed.  "She's so sweet, and nice, and it feels so good when I..."

"Hold it right there!" exclaimed Dinah.  "You're telling me more than I need to know."

Her brother shot her a dark look.

"Based on what I heard, you already know what I'm talking about.  You did it with Jack...didn't you."  It wasn't a question.

"That's different," said the giantess.  "He just popped up out of nowhere and I had to investigate.  He shouldn't have been here.  And he had this impossibly huge..."  She blushed.

Mortimer looked at the baby in her arms.  He'd never paid much attention to babies before.  They were loud, and messy, and easy to hurt.  But he'd had a lot of exposure to Percy.

"I thought you'd finally met a nice giant," said Mortimer.  "I wasn't happy that whoever he was, he took advantage of you.  And you LET me think that a giant was responsible for you being pregnant."  He frowned.  "I know I'm not the smartest giant on the cloudbank, but even I know that it takes longer than that to have a baby, Dinah."

"What makes you think I DIDN'T meet a nice giant?" asked Dinah, a little anxiously.

"Because while I was losing my virginity, Harmony had a baby.  Just like that, she had a baby!  I didn't even see her with a big belly.  And she was in there with Jack.  SHE's the one who gave me a bean to eat so that I finally looked like a real giant down there."  He squinted at Percy.  "He looks a lot like Jack, Dinah."

Dinah, who knew she'd had sex with exactly one male, felt her face get hot.

"I didn't know that would happen," she finally said.

"And I didn't know that I could fall in love with a tiny little human either," he said.

"I'm not in love with him, Mortimer," said Dinah.  "He's cute, and I was curious, and he had such a big...you know...and I was... "

"Horny?"  Mortimer's voice was dull.

"How can you ask your own sister something like that?" moaned Dinah.

"Because I'M HORNY!"  He raised his voice.  "I miss her!  Don't you miss him?"

"OK, yes.  I admit it.  Well...actually, I miss THAT.  I'm not in love with Jack, Mortimer.  I just love the way he...um...makes me feel."

"Then you know why I miss Lizzy so much," sighed the giant.

"Still," said Dinah, handing her brother his nephew.  "You can't have a permanent relationship with a human.  It just wouldn't work."

Mortimer bounced the baby on his knee, and smiled at the giggle he got.  He looked up at his sister.

"I don't see why not.  YOU had a half human baby and he's great."

"Think about it, Mort," sighed Dinah.  "Think about what it would do to that poor little thing to have a giant's baby.  It would be a BIG baby.  She'd never survive."

Mortimer's eyes opened wide and his face twisted.

"I guess you're right," he sighed.  "I wouldn't want that.  It would kill me if I did something to hurt her."

"Well don't let that get around," said Dinah, as she left for the kitchen to start lunch.  "If your friends found out you don't want to grind Englishmen's bones any more, they'd REALLY tease you."

Chapter Fifteen

Elizabeth stopped to rest.  She wasn't used to this kind of activity.  She clung to the vine and panted lightly, looking around.  There wasn't much to see.  She was in the clouds, and all there was within sight was beanstalk.  Her stomach growled.  All this climbing had made her hungry.  Her eyes fell on a pod.

She broke the pod open and chewed several beans, and put another handful in her apron pocket.

After all, if she got to see Mortie, she knew he'd want to renew their relationship the same way she wanted to.

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Jack was still up when Harmony dragged in.  She looked exhausted.

"All this walking is making me skinny," she said tiredly.  "I wish we could afford a horse or something."

"Maybe we won't need to," he said, hugging her.  He told her what his mother had decided to do.

"Normally, I'd say she was crazy," said Harmony, thoughtfully.  "But after seeing them together, he might be willing to do what she asks."

"Do you think it's safe for her up there?"

"Again, normally I'd say no, but I don't think he'll hurt her.  I don't know about Dinah, though."

"Actually, I don't think Dinah will hurt her either," said Jack.  "I'd have gone with her, but Dinah might not let me leave."

"I agree," said Harmony.  "I was afraid she was going to steal you away from me when she was here.  Maybe being a mother has mellowed her."  She yawned.  "I need bed.  I hope he agrees.  It would be so nice not to have to go to work.  At least for a while."

"You go on," said Jack.  "I have to wait up for her, in case there's trouble.  She's had time to get there by now, so I'm going to take a blanket and go wait by the beanstalk."

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Elizabeth's head suddenly popped out of the clouds.  She'd half expected it, because the clouds around her were growing brighter and brighter.  She looked around and saw the house immediately.  She swallowed.  It looked immense to her, dwarfing even her big new home.  She was amazed that Jack had had the courage to explore it.

She climbed higher and reached a foot tentatively out away from the stalk.  It fell on something hard, but it was still very scary to step leave her anchor.

It took her only a minute or so to reach the house.  She thought about knocking, but decided nobody would be able to hear her feeble attempt to make any noise, pounding on that thick looking door.  So, like Jack had, she reached  up and lifted the latch.  She put her shoulder against the door and pushed.

She might have entered secretly, had not the goose, who Mortimer was now keeping in the house, recognized the woman who had taken her from terror and put her in a nice, safe cage and fed her as well.  The goose laid a golden egg and honked a welcome.

Elizabeth saw Dinah just as the giantess turned her big head to see what the goose was honking about.  Their eyes met.  Elizabeth just stood there, feeling terrified.

"Well looky there," said Dinah.  "I thought we had agreed you weren't going to plant any more of those beans."

"I need to see Mortie," gasped Elizabeth.  She tensed to run, if the giantess evolved into a threat.  Dinah's reaction wasn't what she expected, though.  Instead she turned her head up and laughed.

"I'll just bet you do," sighed the bigger woman.  "What the heck.  He's been pining for you, too.  I'm crazy to let this happen but...what the heck!"  She turned and walked towards a doorway that Elizabeth thought would look perfectly normal in one of the big cathedrals in London.  "Come on," said her host.  She disappeared into another room.

Elizabeth got there just in time to hear Dinah say, "Mort, you have a visitor."

"Don't want to see any visitors," grumbled a voice that made Elizabeth's heart surge in her chest.  Her bodice got tight.

"You want to see this one," laughed Dinah.  "Come on in...Lizzy is it?"

"Lizzy?"  Mortimer's voice went up an octave.  He looked toward the door and saw Elizabeth.  "LIZZY!" he thundered.  "I THOUGHT I smelled the blood of an Englishman!"  He jumped up out of his chair.

"Hi, Mortie," said Elizabeth, suddenly shy.

Mortimer picked her up as if she weighed nothing and hugged her to his massive chest.  "I missed you so much!" he moaned.

"Careful," said Dinah, dryly.  "They're breakable."

"I missed you too!" gasped Elizabeth, having a hard time breathing.

"Let me look at you!" said the giant.

He held her away from him, grasping her waist.  Her feet dangled two feet off the floor.  His eyes raked up and down her body.  She could see the lust in his eyes and it thrilled her to her core.  Her bodice got tighter and she looked down to see the buttons straining.  One popped and flew off at a tangent as she watched.  Then her bosom fairly burst from the fabric as more buttons went zinging away.  They were the size of watermelons again, and the nipples began dripping.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Mortimer.  "Are you horny?  Cause I'm horny.  I'm really horny, Lizzy.  Are you horny?"

"She might be just a little excited," said Dinah, staring at the woman's mammoth breasts.  "Did you, by chance, eat a bean on the way up?" she asked the woman.

"Three, actually," panted Elizabeth.  She reached in her pocket and pulled out a bean.  "I brought one for you too, darling."  She held it out to Mortimer.

"Oh boy!" moaned the giant.  He turned towards the door, heading for his bedroom.  "Oh boy.  Oh boy.  Oh boy!"

"Did Jack come with you?" called Dinah, following them out.  She saw her brother lean forward to take the bean in his mouth from the woman's hand.

"No!" called out Elizabeth.  "He's waiting for me down there."

"And it's dark down there, right?" yelled the giantess.

"Yes!" groaned Elizabeth as Mortimer pulled her to his face and began sucking at one of her nipples.

Dinah sighed as she watched Mortimer take the woman into his bedroom.  He didn't even close the door.  Seeing them had made her horny too, and she certainly wasn't going to hang around and listen to what she expected to be a very loud liaison.

And, if Lizzy had come up the beanstalk, Dinah knew she could go down it.

"OH YES!" came an impassioned scream from the bedroom.

"OH BOY!" groaned her brother.

Dinah picked up Percy and put him in the sling she'd made that let her carry him on her back.  Then, making sure she had on a dress with pockets, so she could harvest a few beans on the way down, she left the house to go get her itch scratched.

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In Mortimer's bedroom, Elizabeth bounced happily up and down on what could only be called a giant sized prick.  She was still amazed that her body would accept such a thing, because she was standing with her naked feet on the edge of Mortimer's hips.  When she bent her knees, she could look down and watch as fully two FEET of big, beautiful prick sliced up into her body.  Her buttocks landed gently on his swollen balls.  She wanted to fall hard, but they'd already learned that wasn't a good idea.  She might be small, but her weight was still enough to elicit a groan of pain if she landed too hard.

"I wish you could be on top of me," she moaned, doing deep knee bends at a rate that would have made a personal trainerhad they existed yetquite proud.

"I'd squash you," panted Mortimer, who was having great fun squeezing her leaking breasts.  "I don't want to squash you."

"My legs are getting tired," she complained.  "But I love this!  I don't want to stop."

"I love this too," sighed the giant.  "I love YOU, Lizzy."

Elizabeth started groaning.  "It's going to happen Mortie!  Oh, I love you so much!"

The orgasm left her feeling limp, and her knees gave out until she sat, fully impaled on his still rampant member.

"I have to rest," she gasped.

She stood up and moaned as his monstrous penis slid wetly out of her.  She tried to step down and lost her balance, falling to her hands and knees beside him.  She was in the process of crawling in a circle, to lie down next to him, when he said, "Wait!"

He'd been staring at her backside as she crawled, and at the wet pussy she displayed below a tight rosebud that looked tiny to his eyes.  He was also amazed that her body accepted his now huge cock so easily.  He knew it was the beansthe magicbut it was still hard to believe.

"I got an idea," he said, sitting up.  "Just stay that way."

"Like this?" she said, looking over her shoulder.  He was staring at her ass, and it delighted her.  She wagged her butt at him.  It made her feel slightly slutty, but she didn't care.

He got off the bed and stood beside it.  His prick hung there, a foot above the top of the covers.  If she'd have been a giantess, it wouldn't have worked, but she was much lower.

"Back up towards me," he said.

"Like this?" she asked, crawling backwards.  She felt his hands on her hips and she was lifted and then put back down.  She suddenly realized what he had in mind.  "Mortie!  Not like this!  This is how animals do it!"

"I think it will work," he said, ignoring her complaint and nosing the tip of his prick into her mushy opening.

"But...Oooooooooooooo."  Her complaint evaporated as she was deliciously filled again.

Within minutes, Elizabeth was having another orgasm, her head hanging as she watched him sliding in and out of her at a pace she could never have accomplished with just her legs.  She heard his excited "OH BOY, OH BOY, OH BOY!" and knew what to expect as the thing in her swelled and began to spew prodigious amounts of giant spunk into her.

Her view of where his delicious penis entered her was suddenly blocked, as her belly grew.  She expected it to hurt as all that lovely sperm made her expand like that, but it didn't.

It wasn't until he'd finished, pulled out of her, and lay down to pull her up against his chest for kisses that she realized she wasn't un-expanding.  She could feel his essence leaking out of her, like it had in the past, making a mess, but her belly remained swollen.

In fact, she decided as she stared at it, it seemed to be expanding more!

"Mortie!" she gasped.

"What?" he asked, his drowsy eyes blinking.

"Look at me!"

"I love looking at you," he sighed.

"No!  I mean look at me HERE!"  She reached for one of his huge hands and placed it on her belly.

"That's funny," he said, rubbing his hand gently over the bulge.  Then "Hey!  Something moved under there!" he gasped, jerking his hand away.

"I'M PREGNANT!" screamed Elizabeth as the full import of what she was seeing...and now feeling...hit her.

What she could not have known was that the beans affected humans on a much higher level than they affected giants.  Back at her home, when Harmony had given each a bean, it had simply made the initial changes to their bodies that made him grow, and allowed her to accept that growth.  But, when she'd eaten THREE beans, her fertility was thrown open to the effects of the magic.

Like Harmony, her pregnancy was magically enhanced.  Unlike Harmony, she was able to figure out what was going to happen.

"Mortimer!" she yelped.  "I'm going to have a baby!"

"My baby?"  His voice sounded like that of a ten year old human.

"YES!" she yelped as the first labor pain hit her.  "Quickly!  Give me another bean!"

"We can't make love if you're having a baby," said Mortimer, logically.

"PLEASE!" she moaned.  "Just get me a bean.  It's not for sex this time!"

He did as she asked and she chewed the bean vigorously.  A look of calm, almost peace, came over her face.

"Now, get some towels and warm water," she panted.  "And bring a sharp knife and some thread."

Not understanding, Mortimer decided that if that's what would make her happy, it's what he would do.  He fetched the items and came back, only to drop everything on the floor when he saw his human lover cuddling a wet, wrinkly baby to her bosom.

"You missed it!" she said, smiling at him.  "You missed seeing your daughter being born."

"My daughter?"  Mortimer's voice sounded hollow.  Then his face split into a wide grin and he whooped.

Which startled the baby and made her cry.

There were some recriminations, but those passed as the baby was calmed.  She told him what to do about the umbilical cord, and he wrinkled up his face at having to deal with the afterbirth, but we won't go into more detail than that.

Once the baby was washed and dried, Elizabeth, without any fear in her heart at all, placed the baby in Mortimer's palm.  Only her little feet hung over the edge of his hand and, like all fathers everywhere, he was immediately wrapped around her tiny little finger.

"She's so beautiful," he sighed, peering closely at the tiny thing.  "What's her name?"

"I don't know," said Elizabeth, sitting up.  Her stomach muscles were only a little sore.  She was amazed at everything that had happened, but the living little thing in her lover's palm grounded her quickly.

"How about Marie?" she asked suddenly.

"I like that," he sighed.

Elizabeth looked down at her breasts, which were lying in her lap.

"Give her back to me now," she said.  "I have lots of milk for her to help her grow big and strong, so she can climb on you.

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Dinah almost stepped on Jack when she put her foot on the ground.  He'd fallen asleep.  Her eyes had adjusted to the dark on the way down, though, and she saw him lying there, clutching the axe to his chest.  She prodded him with a toe.

"You don't need that axe," she said calmly.

He opened his eyes and gulped.

"And you don't need to be afraid of me," she said.  "Unless I miss my mark, we're going to be related pretty soon."

"Related?"

"Your mother is up there practically raping my brother."  She unslung Percy.  "She doesn't fight fair either," she muttered.

"Fight fair?"

"She did this to him," said Dinah, opening her dress and letting her magnificent breasts hang out.  They gleamed in the moonlight that was showing through the clouds above.  Then she looked at Jack's lap.  "I see you haven't been eating beans again."

"Beans?"  Jack rubbed his eyes.

"Is that all you ever do?" sighed Dinah, picking Percy up and extracting him from the carry sling.  She put him to her breast and he sucked happily.

"Do what?" asked Jack, standing up, when he saw the baby.

"Repeat after me and make it into a question," said Dinah, smiling.

"Is that Percival?" he asked.

"Your son...yes," she said.  "I thought you might want to meet him."

"Wow," said Jack.  He was still trying to get used to being the father of Harmony's little boy.  He leaned closer to see his other, older son.  "He's big!"

"Actually, he's kind of runty, compared to my sisters' babies," said Dinah, matter-of-factly.  "But I don't care.  I love him."

"I love Harmony!" blurted out Jack.

"You do, do you?"  The giantess smiled.  "What are you trying to say, Jack?"

"I can't go back up there with you," he said.

"And why do you think I'd want to take you back up there?" she asked, still smiling.

"Because of Percival?"

"Ahhh," she said.  "You think he needs a father."

"Well...I guess," said Jack.

"He's going to be raised as a giant," said Dinah.  "I don't think it would work too well if, when he was ten, he was taller than his father."

"Oh," said Jack.

"I just want to have sex with you," said Dinah.  "There aren't enough giants to go around up there," she said.  "And you're the only man I know who can make me happy that way."  She stopped smiling.  "I'm horny, Jack."

Jack frowned.  Having sex with Dinah had pretty much started this whole crazy train wreck, except that trains hadn't been invented yet, and it wasn't really a wreck, but you get my meaning.

"Let's go talk to Harmony," he said.

"Why?" asked Dinah.  "I picked some beans on the way down."

"Because I love her," he insisted.  "I think I'm going to ask her to marry me, if I can get up the courage to do that, and I don't THINK she'd mind, except that when I was having sex with Coreen she said something that suggested she didn't expect me to have lots of sex with other women."

"You had sex with your sister?" gasped Dinah.  "That's just wrong!"

"It was Harmony who GOT me to have sex with her!" Jack objected.

"You people are strange," said Dinah, shaking her head.

"My mom's OK?" Jack said suddenly.  "What did you mean about us being related?"

"My stupid brother can't do without her," sighed the giantess.  "He's been moaning and groaning about her ever since we got home."

"Yeah," said Jack.  "My mother's been acting all sad too, when she's not grouchy."

"He can't come down here to live," said Dinah.  "It wouldn't surprise me if he asked her to stay up there.  And if they get married, then I'd be your sister-in-law."  She blinked.  "And then I'd be having sex with my BROTHER-in-law!"  She shuddered.  "Maybe us having sex again isn't such a good idea after all."

"I wouldn't mind," said Jack who, like most men, think they would be quite happy having a harem of women to keep satisfied. 

"Of course you wouldn't," snapped Dinah.  "You're quite comfortable having sex with your sister!"

"She's not REALLY my sister," said Jack, in his own defense.  "I was adopted, you see.  Anyway, why don't you come in the house, and we can talk to Harmony.  She might have some ideas."

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"And so we thought that maybe you might be willing to give us another egg," said Elizabeth, who was explaining everything to Mortimer.

"Of course I'll give you some eggs!" said the giant, loudly enough that his daughter jerked in his lover's arms.  "But..."

"But what?" asked the woman, who was still marveling that she had a brand new baby.  She stared at the infant in her arms, and realized it was a really BIG baby.  She marveled that she'd been able to deliver it so painlessly, not to mention quickly.

"I don't want you to leave," sighed Mortimer.

Up against all the other amazing things that had happened, the feeling that gelled in Elizabeth's mind wasn't all that surprising.

"I don't WANT to leave," she said.  "But I don't see how I can stay."

"Just do it," said Mortimer.

"But what will all the other giants think?" asked Elizabeth.  "Will they want to grind my bones?"

"They'll have to get through me to do it!" he growled.

"What about my home?  My children?  I can't just go off and abandon them," she said.

"Do they really need you?" asked Mortimer.  "Jack's all grown up, practically.  Can't he take care of your daughter?"

"I'd have to talk to them about that," she said.  "I can't help but think that children will always need their mother."

"They can come visit," the giant pointed out.  "He has lots of beans, doesn't he?"

"That's true," said Elizabeth, beginning to believe that this might work out after all.

"Then let's go talk to them," said Mortimer.

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Dinah, being not so wide as her brother, had no trouble getting through the door.  She stayed on her hands and knees, rather than stooping, because it was just more comfortable.  Jack carried Percy.

Jack knew that Harmony needed her rest, but this was an important problem, so he went to get her up.  When she found out Dinah was there she came wide awake.  She got up, checked Charles, then put on a robe and went out to the dining room with Jack.

It was actually Coreen who came up with a solution to the problem.  Or, to put a finer point on it, a conversation between her and Dinah was what suggested a course of action.

Coreen was awakened when Percy cried because his nappy was dirty.  She came into the room rubbing her eyes, and also woke fully instantly.

"It's YOU!" she gasped.  "You're so BIG!"

"Yes, I'm big.  So get over it," said Dinah curtly.

Then Coreen wanted to know why she was there.  When it was explained to her, she nodded.

"I understand completely," she said.  "I wish I could have sex all the time now, but Mamma won't let us."

"There are other men out there for you," said Dinah.

"Not like Jack," said Coreen.  "When he eats a bean he's..."

"I know, I know," moaned Dinah.  "Don't remind me."

"And besides," said Coreen.  "I don't want to get married until I meet the man of my dreams."  She frowned.  "It's kind of hard to go around having sex with lots of men while you're trying to find the love of your life.  You can get a reputation that way."

"You should just climb up a beanstalk," said Dinah, giggling.  Based on how my brother reacted to your mother, I bet there are a ton of giants up there who'd love to give you a roll in the hay."

Coreen blinked.  She started thinking about what she'd seen of Mortimer's penis.  "Really?"

"I was just kidding," said Dinah.

"No...really?" insisted Coreen.

When Coreen took it seriously, Dinah actually thought about it.  "You're beautiful," said the giantess.  "Even if you are small.  And they're all male.  They've tried to get me between the coverseven the married ones!  I'm sure they'd love to get a shot at you too, especially if you eat a bean and grow your breasts like seems to happen."

"That's a good idea!" breathed Coreen.  "Lots of sex...no entanglements...and I can come back and get more any time I want!"

"It's an insane idea," said Harmony.  "You don't know giants like I know giants.  The others aren't like Mortimer.  In fact Mortimer isn't even like Mortimer anymore."

"THAT'S IT!" said Coreen so suddenly and so loudly that they all jumped.

"What?"

"I kept thinking about how big you are," she said, "and how familiar that seemed somehow.  Now I remember!"

"Remember what?" asked Jack.

"Remember when we were little and we went to the circus?"

He nodded.

"There was this man.  He was really scary because he was so BIG!"

"I don't remember that," said Jack.

"Well I do, and I bet you he was a giant!  We had to beg half a penny from Mamma to see him, and there was him, and a cow with five legs, and a woman with a beard.  Remember?"

"I remember the bearded woman," he said, but not a giant.

"A giant?" asked Dinah.  "Down here?"

"He MUST have been," said Coreen.  "He was this much taller than everybody else."  She held her arms out wide.

"They had a giant captive?"  Dinah's voice sounded hard, suddenly.

"No, he wasn't tied up, or in a cage or anything like that.  He was standing there, lifting heavy things.  Men would try to lift them, and they couldn't do it, but he'd pick them up with one hand."

"I don't know how a giant got down here, or why they'd let him live," said Dinah.  And you said this was when you were a little girl.  Who knows where he is now."

"The circus travels to London around this time every year," said Coreen.  "We haven't gone lately, because we were too poor, but It's coming on fall now, and that's when they come.  Maybe he'll be there!

"I can't walk around down here, out in the open.  People would see me!" said the giantess.

"So, we wait until the circus is in London again, and see if he's there.  If he is, we'll tell him about you.  Jack can plant a beanstalk and you can come down at night and meet him.  I know he has to be lonely."

"What if it doesn't work out.  I mean what if we're not attracted to each other?"

"Then you join the circus and travel with them," said Coreen.  "People would pay to see you, too.  You're so BIG!"

"Why would I want to let people gawk at me all the time?" asked the giantess.

"Because you might meet some men," said Coreen.

"Little men," pointed out Dinah.

"Unless you feed them a bean," said Coreen meaningfully.

Dinah blinked.

"You're right!" she said.  "If it works for Jack, it should work for any human."

"Now hold on there," said Jack.  "We can't be having beans all over the place.  Sooner or later one would fall out of your pocket or whatever, and then a beanstalk would grow, and then things might get messy.  You had good reason to make us promise not to plant any more."

"What did your mother climb up?" asked the giantess, with a glint in her eye.

"Oh, that," said Jack, weakly.  "My mother made me do that."

Percy started crying again, and Dinah began changing his nappy.  He had a stiffy when she exposed him.

"Look at that!" laughed Harmony.  "He's not that much smaller than you are when you're normal, Jack."  She giggled some more.  "People would pay to see that, especially when he gets a little older!"

"I am not going around getting money from people so they can look at Percy's pecker!" growled Dinah.

The conversation went on, and they settled on a strategy of waiting until the circus was in London again, at which time Jack would plant a bean and go up to tell Dinah about it.  It was about then that the front door opened and Elizabeth, her new son in arms, and Mortimer, on his hands and knees, came into the room.

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Oh, boys and girls, the talk that went on that night.  It would fill a book all by itself.  But you thought this would be a short fairy tale, and here you are, stuck after hours of reading, even if it was very pleasant reading.  So I'll cut to the chase.

Elizabeth decided to go up in the clouds and live with Mortimer.  He asked her to marry him, but she wasn't sure that would be accepted by his peers.  Having a "captive" human woman around to "maul and abuse" now and then was quite acceptable.  But an interracial marriage?

Coreen decided she wanted to be "captured" too.  As her horrified mother watched (and objected) the girl negotiated with both Mortimer and his sister, about them carefully selecting giants which she could be "raped" by, occasionally.  They would protect her from real harm and, if she didn't like it after all, she could always escape.

Jack would plant a bean on the first night of each month, which could be used either by his mother and sister to come down, or for him and Harmony to go up to visit.  Mortimer said they could have a golden egg each time someone came or went, so that Harmony wouldn't have to work in London anymore.

Jack and Harmony would stay in the house.  Jack asked her to marry him and she gleefully agreed.

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See there?!   I can be a man of few words when the need arises.

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Jack and Harmony watched them all climb up the beanstalk, his sister yelling, "Bye Jack!" over and over again until her voice was too faint to hear any longer.  He was waiting for the signal to chop down the vine when he slapped his forehead with one palm.

"Be right back!" he said, running toward the house.

He returned with a gunny sack.

"Be right back," he said again, and he started climbing.

He was back in ten minutes, the sack bulging with beans.

Harmony frowned.  How many beans do you need, Jack?

I have an idea, he said.  I think fresh beans will work better than the old ones Ive got in the shed.

When the vine shook violently, he chopped it down.

Harmony watched as it turned to ash and drifted to the ground.

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"OK, so whats your idea?" asked Harmony as they went back to the house, which was now theirs alone.

"I got it when Coreen was talking about Dinah feeding beans to men, so they could have sex with her."

"Really," said Harmony.  "I thought you didn't want humans to know about the beans."

"I don't," he said.  "That's how I got the idea," he added mysteriously.

She went with him and watched, question in her eyes, as he dumped half the bag of beans into the apple press that was behind the house in a little building.  She held a brown bottle at the tap as he turned the crank.  An oily liquid began to drip from the spout.

By the time they got done, the bottle was about half full.  She sniffed at it.  The beans themselves, when eaten, had very little flavor, really.  And this extract didn't smell like much of anything either.

"Don't drink that," warned Jack.  "That represents a LOT of beans!"

"I can just imagine," said Harmony, envisioning baby after baby popping out of her womb, like drips from a candle held sideways.

He took the bottle and she followed him inside, where he opened another bottle, this time of wine.  Squinting, he tipped a few drops of the extract into the wine.

"We'll have to experiment with the amount to add to each bottle of wine," he said.

"Each bottle?"

"If we can drink this, and get the same effect, we can sell it.  I mean...if it does even a little bit for other men what it does for me, I think we'll be able to sell a lot of it.  We might not even need to get any eggs from Mortimer."

"Don't forget what it does for women," said Harmony.  "I can't begin to describe the kind of pain I was in when I was delivering Charles and when I ate a bean he just popped out.  Women would pay a lot for something like that, too."

"And it wouldn't have to be in wine," said Jack, warming to his idea.  "You could mix it with just about anything."

"So we should test it...don't you think?"  Harmony leered at Jack.

Ignoring the fact that her leer was already getting him hard, Jack poured out two helpings and they sipped.  The beans affected the taste of the wine, but not in an unpleasant way.  Then they waited.  Harmony looked down at her chest.

"Something's happening," she said, seeing a button begin to strain.  She undid it, before it was ripped, and then unbuttoned the rest and pulled her shirt apart.

Jack licked his lips, staring at her breasts, and suddenly fumbled with his pants, before they could be ruined.  He exposed a penis that was now about eight inches long and was completely hard already.

"Excellent!" sighed Harmony, undoing the fastenings to the rest of her clothes.  It was plain she planned to take the experiment much further.

It was while the experiment was well along, and she was straining up against her husband-to-be's lunging loins, that she asked him what they should call the new elixir.

"It has to describe all the things it does," she panted.  "Like that it gets you hard really fast, and makes you bigger."

"What if it creates those awfully quick pregnancies?" he panted back.  "That might be a problem."

"We'll put a warning on the bottle," she groaned.

"It might not work that way, when administered in this form," he huffed.

"Then cum in me," she whispered.  "We'll find out."

"You mean it?" he gasped.

"I want lots of your babies," she moaned, wrapping her legs around him as her orgasm washed through her.

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"So," said Harmony, as they rested.  They had both examined her belly closely.  If she was pregnant again, it appeared to be a normal pregnancy.  Her breasts had also shrunk back to their normal size after she had a few orgasms.  They couldn't tell about the spontaneous lactation, since she was still breast feeding Charles.  Any ideas on what to call it?"

"I'm thinking," he said.  She played with the hairs on his chest while he did that.

"Got it," he said after a few minutes.

"Oh?"

"OK, it has to be something different, or people will think it's just the same old snake oil.  Now," he said, holding up a hand.  He started ticking off each finger.  "It comes from a vine, so that has to be in there.  It assists growth, both in men and women."

"And giants," said Harmony primly.

"We can't say that, because people aren't supposed to know about the giants."  He kissed her when she grinned.  "Anyway, I think it's safe to say it's also an agent that causes what we'll call successful reproduction.  How about Jack's Vine Assisted Growth and Reproductive Agent?"

"Well," said Harmony, reaching for the wine bottle and taking a swig.  She handed the bottle to Jack.  "It's impressive, that's for sure, but it's kind of long, don't you think?"

"No problem," said Jack, swallowing two gulps of the Jack's Vine Assisted Growth and Reproductive Agent.

He thought for a minute more while Harmony crawled down and began sucking on his penis.  He might have rushed it a little, because his new agent worked really well and it was getting hard to think.

"If we use the first two letters of the first word, and the first letter of all the rest, it spells 'VIAGRA.'  How's that?"

Harmony pulled her mouth off his again-hard penis and straddled him, sinking down on it.

"Ohhhh yessss," she moaned.  "It's OK, I guess.  Sounds kind of strange, but maybe it will catch on."

And they all lived happily, ever after.

The End

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Epilogue

Fairy tales are supposed to end with "And they all lived happily, ever after," and this one was no exception.  But the kind and gentle reader didn't really get much information as to WHY they all lived happily ever after.

We can remedy that little problem right now.

Mortimer DID marry Elizabeth.  He couldn't stand the idea of people thinking he raped her constantly and he was proud of her and the children she bore him.

That just added to the initial scandal of Dinah being an unwed mother.

There were demonstrations, with giants and giantesses standing around outside the house, holding placards that had various slogans written on them.

Such as "Big and small just don't fit!"

And "Grind, baby, Grind!"

And "Bestiality is a sin!"

It didn't help when Mortimer got Elizabeth to eat a bean before he took her out one day.  It was a misguided attempt to make her look more nearly like a giantess, with her huge bosom, encased in a specially made dress that Dinah put together.

The National Association of Giantesses, of course, tried to resurrect the Bambi issue, and marched in a circle chanting, "Bambi go home!"

In the end, though, the furor died down.  That was partly because, while mature giants would have nothing to do with Coreen, their sons found her almost irresistible.  And we all know that tolerance starts with the younger generation.

That, and the fact that, since having babies was practically painless for Elizabeth, she had lots of them.  She had so many, in fact, that they had to hire half a dozen nannies.  The impact of that had to do with the fact that all those babies looked completely like normal giant kind.  The nannies took them out to the park, where no one could tell they weren't normal giant and giantess babies.  It didn't hurt that the nannies got to know Elizabeth and Coreen, and found them to be just like any other women.

And the giant population had been shrinking at an alarming rate.  While some giants grumbled, "They breed like rats!" others saw the potential for making the race strong again.

That was bolstered when Coreen fell in love with a young giant, who returned her affection in giant form.  His parents resisted, but you can't stamp out love.  And, when she popped out three babies in almost as many days (she always wanted triplets), they chose to let their son marry the girl, rather than deal with the scandal of all those bastard children.  Besides, his father preened for months that his boy had fathered what every one believed WAS triplets.

And, to be honest, most giants never came in contact with Elizabeth or Coreen, and their existence didn't really matter to them.

Dinah was elated that things had taken such a nice turn for her brother.  She'd never seen him happier and, other than the occasional recreational use of a bean now and then, he didn't use them to make his penis grow longer.  Elizabeth was quite happy with his normal penis, and while they had two dozen babies together over the next twenty years, she also liked to be able to feel her man squirt in her without making a baby every time.

On the other hand, Dinah was lonely, despite living in a house that sometimes seemed like a small town.  So when Jack suddenly appeared one day, and announced that the circus was in London, and that "Bruno the Giant!" was still performing, she went down the beanstalk with Jack to meet the mysterious being.

It turned out that Bruno really WAS a member of the Giant race.  An amateur spelunker in his youth, he had fallen into a hole one day, only to end up lying on the Earth, with no way to get back up into the clouds.  He'd hidden out, fearful of the humans, based on all the stories he'd heard from his elders.  He'd gotten caught trying to steal a horse to eat.  Fortunately, it was a circus horse, and the ringmaster had seen his potential as a member of the freak show.

His life had been pretty good after that, but he was lonely.  When he saw Dinah, he was almost pitiful.  It was love at first sight.  He didn't even care that she already had a child and wasn't married.

"I've never had sex at all!" he'd sighed, suggesting he was a little jealous of the fact that she obviously had.

She solved that problem then and there.

Dinah, after rocking Bruno's world, put her dress back on and said, "Come on.  Get dressed.  Come with me and you can do that every day.  I know a way back up to our land and we can live with my brother."

Bruno's eyes had opened wide.

"I can't leave!" he said.  "All my friends are here.  This is my home!"

Jack thought things might go south just then.

"You can't do that to me," moaned Dinah.  "I finally found a man.  I need what we just did as much as you do."

Bruno simply said, "Stay here with me."

The ringmaster was overjoyed.  Having a whole family of giants, including their whelp, was going to knock people out.

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As for Jack and Harmony, life was good.  On the first night of every month he planted a bean, as agreed.  Not only was each beanstalk used for transportation up and down, he harvested a couple of sacks of beans each time.

VIAGRA was a huge hit with just about everybody.  Once they got the formula regulated so that it didn't make men TOO big, or make women's breasts burst their bodices, it became a staple in everybody's medicine cabinet.  Had vending machines in restrooms been invented by then, it would have been in every one.

And the rise in birth rates was minimal.  It turned out that in small amounts, it didn't accelerate the gestation period much.  Jack and Harmony didn't want to claim it eased labor, but as with many things, rumors got around that if a woman drank a whole bottle of VIAGRA during labor, it made things go much more quickly and less painfully.  If Snopes had been invented by then, it would have said the rumors were true.

Jack and Harmony also had to hire some nannies, and move into a bigger house.

The fact that Harmony's pet gosling grew up to be a great big goose, who also laid golden eggs, almost didn't matter.

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One final note should wrap things up.  Well...two final notes, perhaps.

The first is that, in their later years, Elizabeth and Coreen were both hired as Associate Professors of Mythology, at Western Giant University.  What they actually taught was human history, though few believed it was anything but classical mythology.

But the few who DID believe there might be more to the story were carefully vetted by the women.  Some small number of them were introduced to the human world, via a beanstalk, which brought humans and giants together again.

We humans don't believe in the giants above...who don't believe in us, for the most part.  We think of them as denizens of fairy tales, while they think of us as characters in a myth.

But the evidence is there.

After all.  Where do you think they came from?

"Who?" you ask.

I'm speaking of those strange and magical "humans" who don't fit the usual mold.

People like John Holmes, Long Dong Silver, Andre the Giant, Dolly Parton.  And then there are all those NBA players.

Where do you think they came from?

And the scientists who "invented" Viagra?  It was invented in the little town of Sandwich, which is in the county of Kent...which is in England.

Did I mention Jack's last name?  It was in that journal that that farmer dug up.  It's barely legible in the faded ink where he signed his name with a flourish, but  you can tell the letters.

They spelled Pfizer.

You didn't think he kept only ONE journal now...did you?

The End





 

