In the heart of the secluded village stood a shrine dedicated to the goddess of size. It was tended by a modest and humble shrine maiden named Milk. She loved the simple things in life, like a bowl of rice or a cup of milk tea. Though plain and unassuming, she carried out her duties with a peaceful smile gracing her face.

The villagers loved Milk. They admired her kind spirit and dedication to the shrine. They would come to the shrine for blessings and leave a few coins in the shrine's donation box as a token of their gratitude.

One day, the shrine's patron, the goddess of size, decided to bless her faithful shrine maiden. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she cast a spell on the donation box.

From henceforth, for every yen given as a donation, Milk would grow taller by a centimeter. The villagers, oblivious to the goddess's prank, continued to donate generously. An unexpected development began to unfold.

It did not take long for Milk to tower above the villagers. Her height increased according to the number of coins in the donation box, and there was no reversing it. She grew taller and taller, reaching incredible heights.

Despite becoming a giantess, Milk's personality remained the same. Her heart was as big as her towering figure. She looked over the village and its inhabitants with loving and protective eyes.

However, she faced a problem. While she grew, her clothes didn't. They remained the size of an average woman's. Given her rapid and continuous growth, there was no way she could have clothes tailored to fit her.

Soon, Milk decided to forgo clothes altogether. Clothes turned out to be a mere nuisance, given her situation. Being naked felt freeing and natural. Moreover, the village women seemed to enjoy her giant form.

Milk continued to grow, and her stature became a sight to behold. The village came to revere her as a living testament to the goddess's power. Her towering figure could be seen from miles away.

Even as a giantess, she continued her duties as a shrine maiden. The villagers loved her even more. Her growth was a symbol of the village's prosperity and the goddess's favour.

Milk's growth story became a legend, and the shrine itself became a place of pilgrimage for those seeking blessings from the goddess of size. The donation box was continuously filled with coins, and Milk continued to grow.

In the end, despite her unusual circumstances, Milk remained the same humble woman she had always been, finding comfort in her giant size. She did not mind the drastic changes and, instead, took it as a divine blessing.

So, the story of Milk, the growing shrine maiden, spread. It became a tale told with awe and amusement, a legend that brought both prosperity and recognition to the humble shrine and the quiet town where it stood.

And thus, the simple, humble shrine maiden named Milk lived her life in constant growth, becoming a symbol of the goddess's power and whimsy. She may have become a colossal figure, but she remained the same kind-hearted woman, tending to the shrine and the villagers with love and devotion.