Story "Attack of the..."

[magnus knight]

Attack of the Giant Hannigan
~by, Magnus Knight

The following story is rated Fiction MA and is for mature readers only.


?What do you mean you have no dramatic roles for me?? The strawberry hair colored actress yelled angrily at her agent who was sitting across the desk from her. ?I did those stupid Pie movies and play second fiddle to Sarah for over six seasons on those two crap networks. I?ve paid my dues, now I want the limelight.?

?But Alyson baby,? the agent rebutted ?The audience loves you in those silly roles.? To leave them behind would be career suicide.? The agent gazed deeply at his client for a moment. ?Did you at least read the script??

?That piece of shit. It?s just a rip-off remake of a lousy sixties B movie bomb.? She yelled back. ?But Alyson honey, it was a cult classic.? The agent replied. ?I don?t care what it was; I want to play a dramatic leading lady now. I want to be the next Julia Roberts. A huge starlet who can look down on everyone while they look up.? ?But Alyson, this is a huge part, I mean they don?t get any larger.? The agent retorted with a wry smile. ?After all how much bigger can you be than forty feet?? He said. ?I am not doing a remake of Village of the Giants even if Tim Burton directs it. I want a roll that garners respect and award buzz, not cheap laughs and skimpy outfits for some teen nerd to gawk at with a hard on for me.? ?Baby doll, those things take time. Right now comedy and sci-fi are what you?re known for and they all seem to make money for you, so what?s the problem?? ?Have you been listening to a word I said? I?m sick of those rolls, and if you can?t find me anything better, I?ll do it myself.? And with that Alyson Hannigan stood up and stormed out of her agent?s office. ?I?ll show them, I?ll show them all.? She muttered under her breath as she stomped out of the building and into her waiting car.

Alyson Hannigan sped off in her Mercedes Roadster down the street with her foot hard on the pedal. She should have been paying attention to where she was going but was still fuming over what her agent said. Why did she always have to play the role of the ditzy awkward mousey girl? She wanted out of those rolls and into some juicy dramatic parts. While all this was on her mind she failed to notice the frail old woman crossing the street. At the last second Alyson returned to reality just long enough to see the wrinkles on the old woman?s face and she pounded on the breaks hard with both feet and swerved wildly until her car came to rest inches from a nearby palm tree. As she emerged from her car she proceeded to check it for damage when she noticed her right front tire blew. She was about to turn and take her aggression out on the woman when she noticed she was passed out in the middle of the street.

Alyson ran to her quickly before anyone else could see what happened. The last thing she needed now was bad press in the tabloids. As she crouched down beside the old woman her eyes fluttered open and she asked for help getting up. Alyson was happy to oblige. As the two women walked towards the curb the old woman noticed Alyson?s tire and offered her help if she needed it. Alyson said no, she would just call someone for help later, but the woman insisted she at least offer her something in trade for her kind concern. ?What could you offer me?? Alyson asked her. ?Why help in anything you may need it in, just help me to my shop.? Alyson decided to play along, after all this woman could try to sue her later if she refuses her offer. The two women walked for three blocks until they came to the front of a rickety old house. The sign on the front read Zelda?s Magic Supply Co. Alyson couldn?t believe this lady she was helping was a witch.

Inside there was a myriad of bottles and candles all over the place. ?So you?re a witch?? Alyson said nonchalantly. ?Why my dear we prefer Wiccan these days.? Replied the woman. Alyson couldn?t believe that after all the years she spent on Buffy playing a witch in a magic shop here she is inside a real one. ?I should really be going.? Alyson said. ?You still haven?t picked something from my shelves as a token of appreciation my sweet.? Alyson shrugged and replied ?OK, what do you have that could make me the biggest woman in Hollywood?? The old woman looked puzzled for a moment and then went over to a shelf covered in dust. She then picked up a glass bottle, blew on the label and handed it over. ?Here, this will make you so big that no one will ever look down on you again.? Alyson looked puzzled at the green little bottle and placed it in her purse. After a sarcastic thank you she placed it in her purse and walked away. After she was gone the old woman said ?Wonder what she needs that for anyway? I thought she was tall enough.?

Three weeks later in a posh Hollywood home actress Alyson Hannigan is combing through Variety when she reads that MGM is holding an open casting call for a remake of Rebecca and they needed someone to play the lead role. She jumped out of her chair and ran upstairs to change all the while thinking how she could show everyone by getting the lead in a dramatic remake of an Academy Award winner. She quickly showered and dressed for what she hoped would be a very good day. As she went through her closet she wanted to find something sophisticated and yet sexy and flirty. The first thing she did after putting on her black silk bra and matching panties was gently roll up a pair of silky nude colored thigh high hose. Above them she zipped up a white knee length skirt with matching belt. Over her top she threw on a green three quarter sleeve polo styled blouse and did up two of the three buttons. In her ears she placed her favorite gold bud earrings. The last touch was a pair of green open toed ballerina heels with green leather straps that wrapped half way up her calves. After a quick check in the mirror, she was on her way.

When Alyson arrived at the Warner Brothers lot it was as usual busy with all the hustle and bustle of making blockbuster, bombs, and mind numbing television shows. After walking to get water she quickly dug through her purse until she found what she was looking for. It was the bottle of magic that would make her the biggest star in the world. Now she didn?t believe what the old woman told her about magic being real one hundred percent, but on the other hand after all her seasons on Buffy she figured there could be something magical in this world. The worst it could do was giving her an upset stomach so she figured why not. Raising the small brown glass bottle to her lips she quickly drank the concoction down.

No sooner had she swallowed the last drop then she felt a warming sensation tickle her stomach. The feeling quickly grew and shot through her whole body from head to toe. She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her composure and as she straightened herself out she preceded to her audition. What she didn?t notice was that her blouse now showed her firm midriff to the world and one of the blouse?s buttons was lying on the floor behind her.

At the stage where she was to audition she waited patiently for them to call her name; meanwhile squirming in her seat from time to time. For some reason her clothes felt uncomfortable all of the sudden, almost like they shrunk a little in the wash, except everything shrunk even her shoes. ?Alyson Hannigan? was called and so the young starlet rose and proceeded to center stage. After a moment of hearing stage directions she was handed a script and told action. Alyson brought up both arms and placed them firmly at the tops of her hips and parted her legs slightly. The only thing was she felt as though she had trouble parting them. It was as if her skirt was too small and didn?t allow her the room to maneuver. While all this was on her mind she felt a pressure in her chest that wasn?t there before. ?Plink? caught her ear and as she looked down she found two buttons were missing from the green blouse.

Alyson kept smiling so as no to break character but lowered her arms to try and relieve some of the pressure she felt the garment was exerting on her chest. As she lowered her arms she was surprised to feel more air blowing on her forearms then she felt before. A quick glance down confirmed that her sleeves were now at her elbows and still seemed to be rising. A stretching sound caught her ears and as she glanced down further she saw her skirt was squeezing her thighs, which was odd since it was supposed to end below the knees. The sound she heard though was coming from her stylish heels. To her it looked as though her toes were trying to squeeze through the small open toe hole in the leather all at once. Also the leather straps that wrapped up her calves now were barley at ankle level. ?Ouch!? Alyson yelped because her shoes were really starting to bite into her feet. The stretching sounds continued and she seemed to see her two middle toes now jutting out of the toe hole altogether.

Alyson squirmed more now as the oddest sensation she ever felt in her life began to occur under the skirt. Almost like some slow unseen force was now pulling on her silk panties giving her wedgies at both ends. It was the oddest sensation of both pain and pleasure as the black silk panties rubbed up her ass and pussy at once. She also felt an odd tickling sensation like the same force was slowly trying to pull down her thigh high hose.

Alyson looked up as her face began to blush when all of the sudden another ?plink!? sound occurred and the last white button shot of her blouse and her cleavage lurched foreword. The button nailed the director on the forehead but frankly he didn?t care. He was too busy enjoying the show and trying to make sure his aid was getting it all on film.

Meanwhile Alyson was trying to maintain her composure when all of the sudden her chest just heaved itself foreword and now her breasts consumed the entire top front of her blouse forcing its seams to the breaking point. The bottom of the blouse continued to rise up showing off more of her front and backside. Speaking of the back side she could really feel her panties sliding further into her nether regions and her ass pushing out into the rear of her skirt. Her hose seemed to feel stuck at her lower thighs but the elastic was really digging into her skin.

?Plink, plop!? was heard once on each side of her head. As she glanced over she saw her gold earrings shimmering in the stage lights. Alyson?s skirt was starting to dig into her waist and was recessing to the point of midthigh when an unusual tearing sound caught her attention. She tried to see where it was coming form but couldn?t but the cool breeze now on her back told her all she needed. ?Shript? sounds grew louder as the green blouse slowly opened up along her back starting right where her bra clasps lie. ?Shript!? and her attention was drawn back downward as her white skirt began to rip up the middle back where a little slit was designed to allow movement, though none of this type. She quickly began to turn her head rapidly from side to side sending increasing amounts of red lock flailing in every direction. She could see her sleeves tearing open from her biceps expansion and the seams separating at her shoulders.

?Ungh!? she let out as her breasts jutted foreword again only this time a tear formed at the ever plunging line in the front of the blouse. As the tear moved down her bra cups became visible. You could actually see the seams on the silk material rupture as the overgrown mummeries burst out of the cups. The number of tearing sounds began to increase as the side seams of the skirt began to rip apart. As the tears traveled up her thighs the tops of her stockings became visible and you could make out the elastic starting to tear open at the tops. Runs began to appear at the backs of her calves as the hose started to fail her. The runs quickly spread from the tops to heel of her thigh highs and looked like a seam only the seam grew wider until it opened up into a big hole.

The shoes on her began to become very painful and she raised one leg high as if stamping it down would ease the pain. All this did was completely tear the side of her skirt open to the waist. As the foot came down the heel shattered and the straps wrapping at ankle level now blew apart on by one. The other shoe tore open on the top to release feet now three sizes too big for them. At the same time the heel snapped off from her increasing weight. The leather straps hissed and flew in every direction as they unwound. Her hose ruptured at the fronts and let her toes burst forth. The rest of the silky nude material peeled like a banana off her large feminine legs left them bare.

Alyson was in panic mode now with tears starting to form at the eyes. The sound of metal being bent made her regain composure to witness the front clasp on her skirt contort and eventually snap and the skirt fell to the ground. Her blouse continued to tear in all directions until it too just disintegrated into nothing and blew away.

Alyson was now left in only what appeared to be a black thong and ruptured bra, when ?Snap!? was heard three times in a row. The back clasp blew open and the bra fell away leaving only her black silk thong, the sides of which were tearing when with a snap and a whimper, it fluttered to the ground.

Alyson?s head shot higher and higher and she raised her arms to brace herself because she thought she was about to burst through the ceiling. All of the sudden the growth stopped. There stood a naked Alyson Hannigan at forty feet tall. She began to sob which to the director felt like rain drops from a storm. He reached for his megaphone and asked her to stop because she got the part.

?Really, despite my size I can play the lead?? Alyson asked the small man.
?Sure.? He replied. ?I can still play Rebecca??
?We?ll no honey, not the lead in that.?
?Then what?? Alyson asked eagerly.
The director looked up to her and said, ?Have you ever seen a movie called Village of the Giants??

[LK]

I always liked Alyson. Maybe I'm a sucker for red heads.

Excellent growth and nice humor man.

great visual in your writing

[BrainDead]

Very well made!

[FireStorm]

Oh yes, Magnus has the greatest talent for detail and humour in his growth tales, they are always a riveting read.