One year anniversary! [You are late again! (short story inside)]

In the attachment is my newest public video for you to download! And beneath my wall of text is

I can't believe it has been already a whole year of content posting for me!

Yeahy one year anniversary is today! ? One year ago the journey of posting content started and now we are here sitting on 8k people that are following my profile. Who would have thought that some AI pics among other content would ever get so popular? Well I surely didn't ^^

Despite self doubt being a constant companion, especially, when pictures or content didn't go as viral, as I would have imagined, the backbone of the community aka my supporters' were the reason I could push through, take sometimes a night off (with too many drinks more than once^^) and then start with new projects a day later or two...

I am also thankful for so many amazing people in the TW/GTS community that I met through the journey.I am very glad to call friends or at least colleagues at some level.

A big thanks goes also out to all the amazing creators that has built up the giantess community to what it is today. Your countless hours of content in stories, 3D Renderings, videos and Collages has made this one of the most welcoming communities on the internet!

But not everything is sunshine and lollipops...I feel bad for all the people that have left the plattform, because AI works pushed them aside. A lot of of other AI artists got inspired by me and some works that are floating around, well just let's say I would be embarrassed to call that art, but everyone starts somewhere...

As much as I love the creative freedom my works give that I could never express otherwise, it sucks that there is still nobody that holds the big companies responsible for taking copyrighted material without any Re-compensation...AI has amazing capabilities, but responsible use is utmost important! (Looking at you people the next Paragraph is directed to!)

My works gets stolen on a daily basis (which obviously sucks), at least h some of you amazing people pointed me into the direction to get these pictures taken down. I am always open to lend a picture, if you can contribute something of value, cropping my logo out and posting in worse quality on the other hand is just shameless.

I sound sometimes like a broken record, but I am truly thankful for everyone that has somewhat contributed to this amazing journey and how fast everything is developing and the big prize of an hardware upgrade looming just a few weeks away, I am somewhat positive about the future of my channels, despite many setbacks on the road.

To cut it short (yeah right ^^) THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!

 CHEERS!

And now to the short story (and much more content coming!=

Six months ago, starting this job at Stellar Innovations felt like stepping into a dream. My direct supervisor, Ms. Elara Watts, was impossibly beautiful, sharp-witted, and refreshingly approachable despite being the CEO’s daughter.

Sure, there was a slight initial awkwardness due to our age gap - she was barely out of college, while I was pushing thirty - but we built a decent rapport. Then came the… growth spurts. It started subtly. A few inches here, a slightly wider desk needed each week. Initially, I chalked it up to youthful exuberance, maybe some rigorous workout regimen, who knows what these rich kids have access to these days?

But then it escalated. Every time I arrived late (which, admittedly, happened more often than I liked), Elara would be noticeably taller. By month three, she towered over everyone, requiring custom furniture and doorway widenings at standing over eight feet tall!

Now, after nearly two dozen tardy arrivals, panic clawed its way up my throat as I burst through the office door, five minutes behind schedule again.

Today was different, Elara wasn’t just bigger; she was colossal. Easily fifteen feet tall, if not more. The floor tiles creaking under her heavy steps, her lowered head as she navigated the hallway, forcing me to crane my neck upwards. She hadn’t even glanced at me yet, her focus fixed on meticulously reorganizing reports spread across her expansive desk, mountains of paperwork seeming miniature beneath her long, elegant fingers.

Suddenly seeing me from across the room her booming voice filled the whole office! She has become so commanding that only a few coworkers dared to look in my direction. Nobody was able to control her anymore, she simply had outgrown all conformities, she made the rules around here and everyone knew it.

“Late again, Michael?” Her voice resonated, deeper than I remembered, tinged with something sharper than usual annoyance. I stammered an apology, already regretting ever suggesting another all-nighter with last night. Before I could elaborate, she slammed a fist onto my desk, making the entire office shudder and break the desk like it was made out of
cardboard. Papers flew everywhere, scattering like autumn leaves in a gale.

Elara didn’t flinch, instead swiveling towards me, her expression stormy, her amazingly beautiful green eyes filled with unbridled rage.

“Do you have any idea what inconvenience your lack of punctuality causes? (I didn't) This isn’t some quaint startup anymore,” she growled, each word laced with spouting fury.

“My schedules are intricate, with global meetings on my daily schedule, I got another promotion and can't deal with low-lifes like you anymore…”

Those weren’t the most terrifying words. It was the sheer scale of her anger, magnified tenfold by her towering presence. Her pupils dilated, irises flashing hard with every word delivered. Muscles coiled beneath her tailored suit, her long legs outgrown any pants to fit, so that short pants were here way to go, her muscles rippling like living marble. And then, with a speed belying her size, she launched herself towards me. Not a lumbering charge, but a predator's pounce, graceful yet devastating. Ducking instinctively, I scrambled backward, narrowly avoiding a crushing blow from her outstretched arm. My mind screamed ‘run!’ but legs turned to to pudding.

Trapped between her advancing bulk and the wall, I braced myself for impact. This wasn’t a reprimand anymore; this was rage unleashed. Her shadow engulfed me, hot breath washing over my face as she loomed closer, nostrils flaring, lips pulled back in a snarl that revealed teeth elongated into dangerous points.

"Next time," she hissed, voice vibrating through my bones, "be on time or else, you won't be this lucky pipsqueak."

Then, with a final guttural growl, she retracted, leaving me trembling amidst scattered papers and shattered remnants of my workplace. One thing was clear: Elara Watts was no longer just my boss. She was the most scary person, I have ever met and I was completely at her mercy....