ISIS Copyright 2004 by Steve Richards, Jeff Bembaron, Chris Ousley and AC Comics

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The excerpt you are about to read is a chapter in the GTS story titled “Isis”. If you wish to read the last chapter, go to Giant Women of AC Comics { http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/might/305/bigunspromo.html }. The very next chapter can be read online as of August 22, 2004; at AC Comics and the Femforce { http://rkscroy-gb.tripod.com/promo.htm }, thanks to Bob Croy.

ISIS
Chapter 3
Copyright 2004
by Steve Richards, Jeff Bembaron, Chris Ousley and AC Comics

“Come out!” Isis shouted. “Come out tiny ones and see who will change this land!” Still on her knees, she stretched out over the city planting her colossal arms down beyond the wall on the opposite side of the city. Her gigantic torso formed a huge roof over the tiny dwellings.

She looked down at the small people. “Not much bigger than ants!” she thought. They, on the other hand, could not believe the scale of this beautiful giantess! Her eyes were the size of small ponds. Her hair, draping down onto some of the taller structures, looked like ropes! Her nostrils were like massive caves. Even her breasts and cleavage looked like a canyon! The tallest structure in the city would just barely clear her ankles! She was a goddess! All those lights in the sky announced her arrival. She would either save them or destroy them. They did not have to wait long to find out. Her words were thunder that shook the very ground they stood on.

“Tomorrow is a new beginning!” she said, “And I will bring it! I am your goddess Isis! From this moment on, my word is law and you will obey me or you will suffer a terrible fate.”

To make her point known, Isis reached over to a two-story structure she knew to be the city’s armory. She laid her massive hand on top and pushed down. With very little resistance, it disappeared in a great cloud of dust. Anything and anyone inside was pushed flat into the ground.

Smiling at the cowering insects under her she proclaimed, “All of the men in this city will build a temple to honor me, and all women will be honored by the men! Any crimes against a woman will be dealt with by me! Uukbah will be the head priest of my temple and oversee its construction. He will bring any grievances to me!”

Satisfied that her words struck fear into their hearts, Isis stood up to her full height. Looking down upon the small dwellings at her feet, she felt invincible. She turned and walked off into the night. Isis walked only for a short distance in the desert, just far enough to crouch down behind some mountains, not to be seen by anyone. The moon was now high overhead and the streaks of light in the sky were beginning to fade. She opened her fist. The crystal stone was glowing brightly. Her dream would have to stay with her she thought, but how? She was tired and hungry too. At her feet was a small stream and nearby some fruit laden trees seemed to be growing. However, at her height, it was difficult to see just what kind of fruit it was. For once, she wished she were not so big. Just then that strange tingling feeling returned and the ground seemed to suddenly rush up at her.

Looking around, Isis panicked. She was normal size again and she suddenly felt vulnerable. A quick check of her dress further confused her; it still fit her as it did when she towered over the city. This time it shrunk with her, but how and why did she reach ground level? The lump in her hand made her wonder and she opened her fist. Her dream was still there, glowing in her palm and keeping pace with her size change. She wondered a little more. Looking over to some trees, she spotted one laden with figs. Walking over to the tree, she thought of an experiment. Isis closed her eyes and thought of the top of the tree. The tingling sensations returned and went. She opened her eyes and laughed, Isis was slightly taller than the tree! “My dream works when I want it to!” she thought. Feeling invincible once again, she calmly inserted her dream deep into her cleavage to free her hands to pick fruit. Even with the stone crystal resting in its new place, Isis found she could change size at will. She ate, she washed, and she slept. The new beginning will start tomorrow after all.

Don’t forget to read the next installment of “Isis”, available starting August 22 at AC Comics and the Femforce { http://rkscroy-gb.tripod.com/promo.htm } . Follow this thrilling GTS serial weekly, through it’s last online installment in the third week of October. Then, get the exciting conclusion of “Isis” in comic-book format, as part of the “Giant Women on the Rampage-Big “Uns #2″comic book, coming from AC Comics in October.

Big ‘Uns No. 2 Cover Graphic

That’s right, available in October, 2004, the long-awaited SECOND ISSUE of the most popular GTS anthology of all time- “Giant Women on the Rampage- Big ‘Uns #2″!! If you love bold, buxom and beautiful women who grow big, bigger, and bigger yet, this is the giantess adventure comic for you. Not only will you SEE the stunning and awe-inspiring conclusion of our awesome “Isis” serial, “The Revenge of Isis”, (done as a fully-illustrated comic-book story, drawn by Jeff Austin ) but at least FOUR MORE feature-length giant woman stories as well!! If you liked the evil, mega-villainess Drusilla in “Big “Uns #1″, you’ll LOVE her here, as that big, bad babe you love to hate gets bigger than you can imagine, and lays waste to most of the civilized world!! Queen Drusilla is rendered by the talented new Brazilian discovery, Gilberto Borba!!! In this issue, you’ll also meet AC’s first Native American giant woman, Thunderstep- as created by the Neopolitan team of writer Enrico Teodorani and artist Silvano. Then, you’ll face the tall and titanic terror of the stone priestess, Zazz; and meet the brave young woman who can stand up to her. And, finally; a beautiful lady scientist turns into a rampaging, city-smashing giantess in “The Statue Got Me High”!! All totaled, it will be 40-plus pages of black and white story and art produced by the aforementioned creators, plus Mark and Stephanie Heike, Bill Black, and perhaps even a surprise creator or two. The breathtaking front cover is a painting by that GTS master, Brad Gorby, as he makes his way back into the comic book world.

Chapter 7

The next two years saw great change and incredible events to behold. Isis roamed the lower kingdom proclaiming her commands and laws. Her usual tactic was the same she had employed at Oasis City. She appeared before any major settlement at a mind-boggling size announcing her intentions. This was followed by a brief demonstration of her power. Any military structure was crushed or stomped on. She would then demand a temple to be built to honor her. The entire lower kingdom was easily persuaded to follow her wishes. They really had no choice. Isis wanted to join the lower and upper kingdoms of Egypt into one land. This would end the wars and bring more resources available to the people. However, the Northern Kingdom was going to be much more resistant to change. Their rulers had declared themselves to be gods over their years in power. The populace firmly believed that their king, their god, had a divine power to be a ruler of the kingdom.

When Isis made her way into the upper kingdom, the smaller settlements easily accepted her. A couple of the larger cities sent out troops to repel her but a few quick stomps from her huge feet and a massive fist plowing into the larger structures and city walls, usually convinced the inhabitants she was not to be disobeyed. When Isis began her approach to the seat of power, the largest city in the upper kingdom, an entire army was there to greet her. Their god ruled this land and he was not about to hand over rule to a woman, not even a giant one!

The palace-city to the northern kingdom sat at one end of a wide valley near the Nile River. Isis was approaching from the other end. She was about as tall as eight good sized palm trees stacked on top of each other. Between her and the city was an army of sixty thousand men. To her, it looked like locusts covering the ground. As she stopped to survey this multitude, the horde of men instantly rushed to the attack. Although they were intimidated by her size, the soldiers were confident that she could be defeated. Their god-king had assured them that they would be triumphant. His promise of victory was all the courage they needed in battle. Isis stood still when she was rushed. A wave of small, tiny men surrounded her feet, stabbing, poking, and slashing. None of their weapons penetrated her skin. At her present height, her skin was thicker and stronger than an elephant’s hide. The little men around her were just too weak to make their weapons effective. A cloud of arrows filled the sky. Some of the arrows stuck into the silk of her outfit. Isis watched with a bemused smile as tiny men climbed her feet and little chariots rushed forward with long lances and spears, all trying desperately to draw blood.

Isis defiantly put her hands on her hips and moved her right foot forward. In one small step, she crushed ten men! In another step she crushed twelve more, yet they still came at her. Bending down, Isis grabbed a handful of wriggling men and crushed them in her grip. She was starting to enjoy this! Ropes and grappling hooks snagged her skirt, top, and hair. Soldiers began to climb up her legs and torso. She immediately stood back up and began flicking the tiny men off her body like she would an insect. Some of the bodies would fly for quite a distance. Isis smiled and giggled at the attempts of the little men struggling to conquer her, this was turning out to be fun! The soldiers kept up the attack, as they were most fanatical. Despite her stomping and crushing, they still had faith in their king’s promise of her defeat. An arrow managed to land in Isis’s right eye causing instant discomfort. Out of reflex, Isis instinctively closed her eyes and snapped her head to the side. This caused her to lose her balance and fall backwards. Fifty men were crushed when she landed on her rear end. She almost fell all the way to her back but caught herself with her arms and elbows.

A massive cheer went up among the army; they had brought her down! Soldiers rushed her flanks from all sides, grabbing anything for a handhold and climbing on her. Isis quickly rose to her feet and shook off most of the men. Others that were hanging onto her clothes and hair, she flicked off or crushed one at a time between her fingers. She managed to remove the irritating arrow in her eye. As soon as she did this she felt more arrows strike her face. They were trying to blind her, a smart tactic, she thought, since she seemed invincible to the tiny army. The soldiers also tried lighting bales of straw around her feet to burn her. All she did was stomp out the small flames and flatten some men in the process. Although she found this resistance amusing, Isis was beginning to get bored by it all. She looked far down the valley at the city where she knew their small king would be watching the battle. It was time to show him and the northern kingdom her power.

The king jumped back in shock from his vantagepoint high up on his palace roof. Just moments ago, he watched gleefully as his men took down that monstrous woman who dared to call herself a goddess. Now he looked on in total bewilderment as Isis grew, and grew, and grew! When she stopped growing, even he seemed to be looking up at her from this great distance. She was taller than the mountains bordering the valley! He watched in horror as Isis lifted a massive foot and brought it down on his army. Hundreds died at a time as Isis stomped on the soldiers. Every time her foot fell, the king would feel his palace tremble. When it was over, a great cloud of dust hung about her feet. The king did not see any of his men come out of it. His army, sixty thousand of his best troops, was decimated with a few stomps from a giant woman! Isis had a big grin on her face as she started forward. This was the largest she had ever grown. The whole world seemed to be laid at her feet like a multicolored carpet! That insignificant army was stepped on like so many ants, now it was time to destroy the anthill. At her present size, the palace-city was not very far away. She reached it in just five steps. This city was eight times the size of her oasis city in the south kingdom. However, she was so huge that she easily straddled it. The king stood paralyzed with fear on his palace roof as a massive hand that blotted out the sun reached for him.

Isis easily identified the palace at the heart of the city. She reached down and carefully dug her hand into the very earth the palace rested on. Isis brought her little prize up close to her face to examine it. In her hand rested the entire palace to the northern kingdom! She laughed as she looked over the tiny structures and thought about the bumpy ride she must have given the king. “I am your goddess.” She yelled. “I have come to change this land and your lives. You will obey me!” With that statement, Isis slowly crushed the palace complex in her hand as if it were a dry leaf. She then scattered its remains out over the city. Looking down, Isis gave a frown and commanded. “Everyone will leave this place for I will destroy it!” Everyone ran, terrified of the colossal woman standing over the city. The fact that their once vaunted army was now flattened into the valley floor and a tremendous crater exists where a massive palace once stood gave encouragement to many to leave without stopping to grab belongings. Although Isis waited a time to give most of the populace a chance to flee, death would still come to many.

Isis knelt down and dragged her huge fingers across the tiny structures, reveling at the destruction she was causing. She was in no hurry and found many different ways to crush, squeeze, and pulverize the buildings. She blew a great wind onto the city causing even the heaviest of stones and brick to be blasted away. All that was left when she was done was rubble. Not a single foundation was recognizable but even this was not enough. Isis then stood up and stomped her massive feet, crushing the city’s remains into dust. When she was done shaking the earth, Isis walked a distance along the Nile. Even its mighty waters were a mere trickle to her. In a lush, green plain, Isis stopped and drew a great circle in the earth. Her tremendous finger gouging out an enormous trench. She then announced, “This will be the site of the new palace for both upper and lower kingdoms. A great city will be built here and from it my decree will make this unified land prosperous. You will call this city Memphis. Today a new era begins in this land!” Isis was happy. Everything was going to plan. She even felt the satisfaction of avenging her fathers’ death and naming the new city after him!

Don’t forget to read the next installment of “Isis”, available starting September 19 at AC Comics and the Femforce { http://rkscroy-gb.tripod.com/promo.htm } . Follow this thrilling GTS serial weekly, through it’s last online installment in the third week of October. Then, get the exciting conclusion of “Isis” in comic-book format, as part of the “Giant Women on the Rampage-Big “Uns #2″comic book, coming from AC Comics in October.

Big ‘Uns No. 2 Cover Graphic

Teaser art

You can pre-order your copy of “Giant Women on the Rampage- Big “Uns #2″ from your local comic retailer right now. It is listed in the July issue of Diamond Distribution’s Previews catalogue for September-shipping product. (Don’t expect your copy to arrive at your local shop until the end of October, however.) If ordering from a retailer, be sure to tell them this item is listed on page 200 of the July Previews, and that the book’s Diamond item code number is JUL04 2497. You can also buy your copy directly from AC Comics through the web store on the Official AC Comics website, accomics.com It will be available there for purchase (with Visa, Mastercard or American Express) online 24/7, using our secure server ordering system, starting in the last week of October. Check out the text on the web shop front page; as soon as “Big ‘Uns#2″ is available, we’ll say so right there. And, if you missed the first issue of “Big ‘Uns”, or are interested in any of our dozens of other giant-woman-related comics, why not check out the AC web store now, at www.accomics.com? Once you go to the store via any of the front- or home-page links, just click on the web shop category “science fiction”, then click on the subhead that appears below that- “giant women”. Or, search the phrase “giant women” through the search function found at the top of every page on the web shop.

Chapter 10

Part 2: A GODDESS RETURNS

“Ouch! Damn, damn, damn!” Echoed out of a hole in the wall of a deep, wide trench. Spilling out into the sunlight after the curses was a dust-covered individual rubbing her head. Iris felt the tiny bump on her head. “I really have to learn to wear some head gear when I’m in these tombs.”

She straightened up, brushed herself off and prepared to reenter the darkness when a voice from up top startled her. “Hello my desert flower!”

Iris looked up and yelled. “I am not your desert flower and what are you doing on my dig you cretin!”

Iris climbed up out of the trench and faced her visitor, it was William Publicher, an archeologist she despised. “I have come to congratulate you on your find here last week. It is not often anyone finds a complete tomb site with all of its wonderful treasures intact.”

“Thank you.” Iris said with some surprise.

“However.” Publicher continued. “I am sorry to inform you that because of the importance of this find, the museum has decided to assign a new team to take over the tomb.”

“What!” Yelled Iris. “And what is the reason for this action?”

“Why, for your security.” He explained. “The mummy and larger items that were removed for inspection over the weekend prove that this was the tomb of a very high official. Also, everything is remarkably preserved, if word gets out, there could be attempts by looters to steal artifacts.”

Iris shook her head. “Security was never a problem in the past at this location. It sounds like a pretty lame excuse.” Iris then gave him a funny look and asked. “Just who is this new team?”

“Why, ah, Dr. Inkyer, Dr. Pensiller, and myself.”

“I knew it!” Iris erupted. “I knew it!” She then got into Publicher’s face. “This is the third time you guys have bumped me from a dig. Its not…”

“It wasn’t my decision!” He said, cutting her off. “Besides, we are not taking you off the site, just this tomb. You can resume your work on the rest of the temple.”

“Bull!” Iris exclaimed. “I should be part of the team. I found it and I have the most experience on this site.”

“The museum has made its decision.” Publicher said with a frown. “If you were more qualified, perhaps even had a degree, the museum might have reconsidered.”

“Qualified!?” Iris couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I know more about ancient Egypt’s religions than anyone here! My father taught me more than any professor at any university could even hope to understand!”

“Ah yes, your father.” He said with a smile. “He was a genius, an incredible man. I am sorry he is gone. I had great respect for him.”

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you.” She snapped. “Never the less.” He continued. “We will move onto this site tomorrow morning. Please be sure all of your equipment is moved out of the tomb.” Publicher turned to leave but stopped. He gave Iris a quick look from head to toe and added. “By the way, you really do look lovely today.”

“Get a life!” She said with a sneer. He smiled and walked back to his land rover. Iris rolled her eyes and shook her head as he drove off.

Iris stormed back to her tent. “The nerve of those idiots.” She said to herself. Reaching for her camera, she knocked over the picture of her father on the table. “Damn.” She said aloud as she picked it up and checked for damage. “They did it to me again dad, I wish I knew how to deal with these morons.” She sat the picture back down and paused to reflect a moment and then ran off to photograph as much of the tomb as possible before moving her things out.

Iris Clark was a beautiful twenty-three year old woman who was raised in Egypt by her father, Stan Clark, since she was nine years old. Her mother had died early in her life so she spent all of her years following in her father’s footsteps of archeology. Stan Clark was a very respected archeologist who spent a large portion of his life digging up ancient temple sites. However, one day he drove to a new dig he had started and was never seen or heard from again. That was four years ago.

Iris was awakened the next morning by the sound of trucks pulling up to the nearby tomb. She quickly threw on a robe and walked out to see what was going on.

“Yowza! Now that is a beautiful sight!” Said one of the men climbing out of a truck upon seeing Iris. It was one of Dr. Publicher’s associates, Dr. Brad Pensiller; another man, Dr. Mark Inkyer joined him. “More beautiful than an Egyptian queen,” he added.

Pensiller, Inkyer, and Publicher arrived in Egypt about six years ago. They always seemed to manage to worm their way in on the more exciting archeological discoveries. Iris despised them because they seemed indifferent to the history of what was around them. “Treasure hunters” is what her father had once commented about them. She even dated Dr. Mark Inkyer for a short time, until she found out he was sleeping around with a local belly dancer. Iris shook her head and walked back into her tent. She really was a stunner, six foot-one inch tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that would put Jayne Mansfield to shame. However, it still annoyed her that she had no respect among her peers. To them, she was always the beautiful girl or she was not considered qualified. After a quick wash up and change of clothes, she walked over to see what the “men’s club” was doing.

“Don’t you think you have too much equipment for this project?” She asked.

Dr. Inkyer smiled to her. “Well, well, well, the sunshine is up early today.”

“Knock it off creep.” She replied. “I still think you three stooges have gone over board on this tomb,” she said referring to the three trucks.

Dr. Pensiller answered her. “The museum thinks that there may be more chambers undiscovered.”

“I already checked for that,” said Iris. “I dug extra test holes and ultra sounded the walls of the tomb. Besides, This guy looked to be only a high priest. He would be the only one there.”

“We know that,” said Publicher. “But we want to be sure and this is our responsibility now not yours.” Publicher could see Iris getting mad. He pulled out a box and an envelope and handed it to her. “I’ve been authorized to give you this to study. It is a pendant that was worn by the mummy. It was the only piece of jewelry found on the body. In the envelope are photographs of the wooden coffin the body was laid in. It was in remarkable condition despite its age.”

Iris opened the box. “I discover an untouched tomb full of gold, carvings, and intact stone tablets with ancient text and all I get to research is a lousy copper pendant?” Iris glared at the men. “That does it, when Dr. Akutra, the head director of the Egyptian State Museum in Cairo, returns in four days from his lecture tour in England, I’m going to report to him all of your activities these last eight months. He and my father were good friends so I know I’ll see some results.”

The three men were quiet; they did not seem to like what she had told them. “Sorry to spoil your fun,” she said. “Happy digging.” She turned and walked back to her tent.

Don’t forget to read the next installment of “Isis”, available starting October 10 at AC Comics and the Femforce { http://rkscroy-gb.tripod.com/promo.htm } . Follow this thrilling GTS serial weekly, through it’s last online installment in the third week of October. Then, get the exciting conclusion of “Isis” in comic-book format, as part of the “Giant Women on the Rampage-Big “Uns #2″comic book, coming from AC Comics in October.

Big ‘Uns No. 2 Cover Graphic

Teaser art

ISIS Copyright 2004 by Steve Richards, Jeff Bembaron, Chris Ousley and AC Comics

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