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It had been a couple of days since Taylor Swift's Los Angeles concert had devolved into a riot, which had been dubbed "The Battle of Los Angeles" by the media. Debate still raged over the merits of giantesses in society, and what role they would play. Despite being such a major player in the controversy, Taylor had been silent in the media. She had more important things to focus on. No longer shying away from political stances, Taylor made her way to Washington DC. She hoped she would be able to use her tremendous influence to negotiate a political solution.

***

"Mr. President! We have to go now!" a secret service agent said, as he burst into the Oval Office. The building began to shake as agents led the president out of the White House, onto the the lawn, where a helicopter was waiting. As they took off, the president looked out the window. Shocked, he saw the titanic Taylor strolling across the city, directly towards him.

"Get us out of here!" he shouted at the pilot. They weren't taking any chances. Even though Taylor had not shown any intentionally violent tendencies, being around a giant woman was too vulnerable of a position for the president to be in. After all, if she didn't like something he said, she could stomp him flat before the secret service could even react.

Despite going as fast as they could, Taylor quickly caught up with the President's helicopter. As the pilot tried to turn to avoid her, she spoke up.

"Hello Mr. President. Please don't run. I don't want anything to happen to that cute little chopper of yours..." She said her tacit threat with a smile. But it was very much understood. Not wanting to find out what she would do, the pilot brought the helicopter to a hover, allowing her a personal audience with the president.

"H- Hello Ms. Swift" the president stuttered, noticeably intimidated by the enormous blonde. "How can I help you?"

"I'm sure you're aware of what happened in LA" she said. "Now that all happened after I stepped on a building. A lot of people thought I should be held responsible for that, but I don't think that's fair. It was a total accident."

"Okay." He said, "Would you like a pardon for that?"

"More than that" Taylor said, "We need a new law. One that says we giantesses aren't responsible for any damage we do by accident. Now, I have a lot of fans, potential voters for you. And more importantly, I have a lot of friends, many of which are giants like me. Now, we can either work together, or we can work against each other. But I don't think you want that..."

She hadn't actually said what she would do, but the president was smart enough to guess. If he didn't appease her, he'd have lawless giantesses roaming across the country, causing untold amounts of havoc. He was left with little choice.

Soon, at the president's behest, Congress passed the Giantess-Human Equality Act, better known as the Swift Act. This made it a law that giantesses could not be held legally responsible for any damage or death they caused by accident. However, intentional rampages remained illegal. Additionally, Taylor agreed to include a new Giantess Tax into the act, which placed an additional tax on giantesses. This would be used to fund rescue, recovery, and relief efforts for those affected by giantess damage.

This did little to quell the anti-giantess sentiment, and debate would rage on over who benefited most from the act, Giantesses, or Normal Sized People.

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Part 1: www.deviantart.com/870express/…
Part 2: www.deviantart.com/870express/…
Part 3: www.deviantart.com/870express/…

It had been a couple of days since Taylor Swift's Los Angeles concert had devolved into a riot, which had been dubbed "The Battle of Los Angeles" by the media. Debate still raged over the merits of giantesses in society, and what role they would play. Despite being such a major player in the controversy, Taylor had been silent in the media. She had more important things to focus on. No longer shying away from political stances, Taylor made her way to Washington DC. She hoped she would be able to use her tremendous influence to negotiate a political solution.

***

"Mr. President! We have to go now!" a secret service agent said, as he burst into the Oval Office. The building began to shake as agents led the president out of the White House, onto the the lawn, where a helicopter was waiting. As they took off, the president looked out the window. Shocked, he saw the titanic Taylor strolling across the city, directly towards him.

"Get us out of here!" he shouted at the pilot. They weren't taking any chances. Even though Taylor had not shown any intentionally violent tendencies, being around a giant woman was too vulnerable of a position for the president to be in. After all, if she didn't like something he said, she could stomp him flat before the secret service could even react.

Despite going as fast as they could, Taylor quickly caught up with the President's helicopter. As the pilot tried to turn to avoid her, she spoke up.

"Hello Mr. President. Please don't run. I don't want anything to happen to that cute little chopper of yours..." She said her tacit threat with a smile. But it was very much understood. Not wanting to find out what she would do, the pilot brought the helicopter to a hover, allowing her a personal audience with the president.

"H- Hello Ms. Swift" the president stuttered, noticeably intimidated by the enormous blonde. "How can I help you?"

"I'm sure you're aware of what happened in LA" she said. "Now that all happened after I stepped on a building. A lot of people thought I should be held responsible for that, but I don't think that's fair. It was a total accident."

"Okay." He said, "Would you like a pardon for that?"

"More than that" Taylor said, "We need a new law. One that says we giantesses aren't responsible for any damage we do by accident. Now, I have a lot of fans, potential voters for you. And more importantly, I have a lot of friends, many of which are giants like me. Now, we can either work together, or we can work against each other. But I don't think you want that..."

She hadn't actually said what she would do, but the president was smart enough to guess. If he didn't appease her, he'd have lawless giantesses roaming across the country, causing untold amounts of havoc. He was left with little choice.

Soon, at the president's behest, Congress passed the Giantess-Human Equality Act, better known as the Swift Act. This made it a law that giantesses could not be held legally responsible for any damage or death they caused by accident. However, intentional rampages remained illegal. Additionally, Taylor agreed to include a new Giantess Tax into the act, which placed an additional tax on giantesses. This would be used to fund rescue, recovery, and relief efforts for those affected by giantess damage.

This did little to quell the anti-giantess sentiment, and debate would rage on over who benefited most from the act, Giantesses, or Normal Sized People.