Hi.

My name is Tiffany Barstow.

And I don't really know how to…  well, journal. I've never had a journal before. My aunt once gave me one for my 15th birthday but I've never considered using one until today. My aunt always said to just write whatever was on your mind, to erase nothing and just go with the train-of-thought, so I guess that's what I'm going to do today.

And I wouldn't be journaling right now had July 16th, 2016 been like every other week, where I talked with my agent, went to the gym, had a photoshoot and went to dinner with my boyfriend, but a week ago something impossible happened. Something that I still can't believe is real.

I grew… into a giant

Not like an extra five or ten feet, but hundreds. It's hard to write down and read my own words, because it sounds insane, even to me, even now but I'm literally a giant monster, a giant woman as big if not bigger than Godzilla. Or a female Gulliver… although I think Gulliver would have been smaller perhaps come up to my crotch. I don't know how tall exactly I am, but when I was trying to get out of the city, I counted the floors of one of the buildings and I got to around sixty.

I don't know what happened exactly. I was just jogging through the city, enjoying the warm weather recently before I felt something hit me, almost as if I was struck by a bus. I fell down, blacking out, only coming to conscious when the ambulance arrive on the scene. The people around me said I was out for almost half an hour, yet after waking up, I strangely felt like I was indestructible, like I was a ball of unlimited energy, as if my insides were on fire. I've never felt better in my life. As you can tell, it's hard to exactly describe the noticeable change I felt before and after “the event” but I know for sure now that what happened during that run had something to do with me growing later that day.

Though the EMTs advised me to go to the hospital, I began jogging home, feeling the effort of running almost as effortless as lounging on the beach. I was amazed and a bit confused at the whole wondrous energy and power I had, feeling like I was Superwoman, jogging through New York.

When I got back to my condominium on the third floor, I raided my pantry, doing nothing but eat for the next several hours. Almost in a blur, I consumed thousands of calories, ravenously eating nearly everything, not even bothering to cook the meat or vegetables I had. A small part of me was scared, a part of me forced back into the darkest corners of my mind, unable to control myself, feeling an animalistic urge to consume that I couldn’t understand or deny. And though I must have eaten thousands of calories in that one sitting, I didn’t feel full, I didn’t feel bloated or felt my stomach swell. And I still held my figure, as if I hadn’t eaten anything at all.

Suddenly feeling tired, I went to sleep, feeling hot and aching. My bones felt like hot coals, my muscles like coiled springs, every joint stiff and painful, myself incredibly horny. After tossing around for a few minutes, I took out my vibratory and trying to release the pent up energy, I pleasured myself for hours, dampening the sheets with both my sweat and pleasure.

I finally was able to sleep after I orgasmed, one of the best I've ever had. To tired, I slept in my sweaty gym clothes, having odd dreams that now seem clairvoyant. Was walking through New York City, draped in my favorite dress, ignorant of the people below, stepping wherever I pleased. People scurried away from my heels as busses, trucks and cars flattened in the imprints of my shoes as helicopters buzzed around me like angry bees. I turned down the wide avenues, swinging my hips playfully, thrusting them into the buildings lining the streets as I playfully waved and smiled down at the crowded rooftops.

I started growing, my body pulling apart my gym top and shorts, rendering it to rags as I tossed in both pleasure and pain. I almost kind of remember it, being in an odd sleep where I could remember what happened, both during my dream stomping through the Big Apple while outgrowing my little bedroom. As I lifted a bus and looked inside, I could feel my arms and legs begin to hang over the King-size bed. As I playfully licked the driver’s windshield and chewed on the front end of the bus, I could feel the walls closing in, my body contorting to fit in the cramp, coffin-like space. And when I forcefully wedged the bus inside my tight, ill-fitting cleavage, brought my hands to my chest and squeezed my massive tits together, forcing them to swell over the neckline of my dress, I could feel the walls begin to give, cracking like an oak tree splitting at its trunk. As the wheels on the bus delightfully spun against my skin, its engine hot and vibrating as it struggled, its frame bending from the enormous crushing pressure of my boobs, I could feel the walls crumble around me, plaster and wood shattering against my pliant skin. It was like being birthed from my bedroom, the room giving away to allow me to squeeze into my neighboring apartments, causing the whole structure to shake and groan as the floors beneath me sagged from my increasing weight.

I remember one of my neighbors screaming into my ear as my head suddenly bursted into her living room, filling up the entire space as she screamed hysterically, losing her chance to escape before my head blocked her only exit. I could feel my feet crashing through my kitchen, sending my refrigerator and cabinets into the opposing neighbors and beyond, squashing the row of residence housing like an accordion, as my feet became an unstoppable bulldozer.

In my dream, I could feel the bus squish between my breasts like wet clay, broken glass, irritating my skin. The metal warping to its new, compact dimensions between my mountainous mammaries as the passengers pounded on my tits, screaming. I don't know why, but in the dream I was enjoying it, aroused by it, smiling as I finished the bus off, feeling the final, satisfying crunch as it collapsed like a Coke can. Reaching in I found a misshapen wad of metal. I tossed it onto a nearby roof, where it landed like a flimsy piece of string,  sending onlookers scrambling for cover as it landed, cracks forming from the impact as the wreckage rolled over on a few of them, which made me laugh. All the while in the real world, I felt the third floor finally give away, sending me crashing to the ground level, flattening all those condos and the spacious lobby beneath my curvy, growing form.

I thundered down the avenues, my legs swinging slowly above the fleeing crowds, my heels coming down on the brittle pavement with a massive rumble. Like the cinematic monster I was, my movements weighted and majestic, I boomed through Manhattan like a miniature set, playfully pushing over skyscrapers with the swinging of my hips. It felt so wild, so empowering, feeling the glass and concrete explode against my body as it slowly swayed away, colliding with a nearby building before collapsing into a pile of rubble. Other times it leaned over an adjacent street , slowly tumbling downward like a fallen tree, crushing the fleeing populace as I walked pass, ignoring their plight. Coming across a crowd of onlookers that had gathering on a prominent rooftop, that barely reached my chest, I leaned forward and crushed nearly half the people beneath my fat tits, causing the roof to buckle as it took on the immense weight. Cracks radiated out from beneath them as they sank slightly into the building, some survivors trying to squirm free beneath the crushing girth of my cups.

I could feel tiny people in the real world climb over my body as I slept, trying to escape the destruction around them as I began to outgrow my entire floor. Some became tangled in my long hair, others tangled, delightfully, in my pubes, others yet climbed atop me like a playground as they tried to make their escape to the stairs. They felt wonderful, the pattering of their feet on my skin, some with shoes, others with socks, some with bare feet, running across my belly, thighs, or breasts, tripping as they tried to traverse the strangely living medium beneath them, my body perhaps feeling like an inflatable castle while I myself shifted in my sleep. I could feel a couple scale my bountiful chest, tumbling and bouncing off of them like trampolines as they tried to navigate to the other side. I had grown so big they had begun to felt like ants to me, scurrying across a bust big enough to flatten a basketball court and the players on it. Another tumbled inside my gargantuan belly button, tickling me in my sleep as it trying to climb out. I couldn't help but feel aroused, gaining the sense I was an all-powerful goddess, a force of nature that could cause devastation with the simplest gesture.

The building weakened around me, the walls now little more than paper, it's load bearing pillars little more that twigs. My hard nipples burst through floor after floor, sometimes popping into the crowded hallways above, tearing through the carpet to reveal the wrinkled tip that oozed milk, arousing me to nearly bursting as people tipped over it, their hands and feet tickling and manipulating it as they pushed it away trying to squeeze past.

Some I could feel trying to peel open my enormous labia, hoping to find shelter in my cavernous pussy, a small crowd between my thighs had found themselves trapped and facing oblivion. Though their tiny hands struggled to pull apart my quivering lips, they managed to wedge them apart just enough, allowing a number to slip inside me like beads, crawling deeper in the wet, hot tunnel, moments before the building shook with pain.

I don't know how my building had survived for so long, accommodating my growth as I tore it apart from the inside, weighing thousands of tonnes, hundreds of feet tall, with a mountainous bosom so large that they surpassed the vacant floors I had fallen through, only to push further into the fourth and fifth floors, surprising fleeing occupants as my nipple broke through, crushing them against the ceiling as absolute chaos swirled around me.

I couldn't help but be turned on by the incredible power I had, growing into this goddess that, in her sleep, was creating so much erotic destruction, it was hard not to imagine my chest as twin wrecking balls, becoming instruments of devastation despite being warm, soft and suckable. All my boyfriends had greedily laid their lips on them, complimenting me as they squeezed them. Now I could smother a crowd between them, crush a car, or a bus or perhaps even a train, flatten a house beneath one and the attached garage with the other. Such thoughts made me uncontrollably wet and ravishingly destructive, the small group of people crawling inside my pussy only making my urges worse.

One of them struck a nerve, as if grazing past a sensitive spot, finally waking me with an overflowing pleasure as their tiny bodies clawed for traction. I moaned, swelling even larger, lifting my hips as my snatch spasmed, squeezing the tinies inside as the coiling spring they wound inside me had finally compressed to a breaking point.

I remember waking up screaming, feeling the orgasm take hold of my body as pure pleasure coursed through my dilated veins, my hips arching from the absolute bliss. Windows shattered as I moaned, car alarms triggered as my writhing shook the ground, the floor cracked and crumbled as I groped my heaving breasts, helpless to stop myself as I rode the waves of pleasure, lifting my hips, arching my back, squeezing my thighs together as the people in my dripping pussy fought off the constricting walls, trying to stay alive. But before I could do anything about them I felt the weakened building give away.

I sank into the floor, feeling the ground give way, trickles of water tickling my back as broken pipes gushed water, electrical lines snapped and sparkled and blooming masonry dust momentarily clouding my sight. The ground floor lobby had finally shattered when I came, crumbling like sand as my hips slammed down upon it, feeling its once firm support give away to my giant ass, sinking into the sub-basement below where cars squealed as my round cheeks crushed them. These tiny machines popped like bubble wrap, bursting their windows with a satisfying crackle, flattening them beneath my immense weight as squealing tires bounced off the catacombs of the garage. Those that had managed to escape and get inside their cars found their exits blocked by my drooling, puffy lips, dripping sticky fluids onto the cracking, faltering pavement as I writhed in pleasure, helpless in its grip.

Struggling to breath, I looked down between my open thighs, watching as an expensive silver Porsche screeched to a halt before my crotch, its engines humming as more and more screamed into view, their hopes of escape dashed as they quickly caused a gridlock, packing in so tightly that they couldn't reverse and flee.

Above the ambiquitous car alarms that squeaked pathetically from below, I heard the faint screeching of tires as something squirmed underneath my cheeks. The more it squealed, the more it squirmed, but when I squirmed too, I felt it pop, no doubt another car, this time with a person inside.

Again the people inside me squirmed with life, causing me to bite my lip in agonizing pleasure as another wave of wetness squinted from my lips, splattering the silver porch beneath it with juices that smelled of hot sex. I almost smiled as I watched it's tiny windshield wipers try to clear away the cream, but struggled with the thick, sticky fluid that gummed up the blades.

Seeing so many Porches, Lamborghinis and Ferraris trapped between my thighs, I couldn't help but feel guilty for the danger I was putting them in. Though a great part of me was enjoying the death and destruction, I knew that I had to try and let them escape. But it was an awkward position, where my hips and butt were sucked into this sinkhole I had made, whereas my arms and legs hung on to the edges of the the ground floor lobby, trying to keep still so that the rest of the high rise wouldn't collapse on top of me.

But I knew I had to try something. I was growing much more slowly than before, but I was still encroaching on the poor line of cars, about to smear them against by my labia. So with some effort, I tried to pull myself up, just slightly, enough to let the trapped cars slip through my massive cheeks, a thought that aroused me greatly as the building creaked from my weight.

I could feel them squirm through as they squeezed past, trying to make use of the little space I could give them, their doors and side mirrors grazing the sensitive skin in the cleft of my ass, their roofs skimming across my sensitive anus.

The sensation only made me cum more and more, sending a spurting waterfall of vaginal juices to drench the cars passing beneath me. I could feel the wet metal, drenched in my own sex, smear erotically across my skin as they drove toward freedom on the other side, no doubt spreading the scent of my cunt throughout the streets as they tried to flee the city.

Like stroking fingertips, the tiny cars raced through the narrow cleft between my full cheeks, wedging their way to freedom, squirming, bullying their way to the light on the other side, their roofs and door panels  tickling and grazing the most sensitive areas of my body, drenched from the dribbling waterfall of my pussy, the wet metal lubricated by the intoxicating scent of my juices as they raced through, sending shivers up my spine as they escaped.

The pleasure only made me grow faster, with each car that slipped through, I moaned, swelling just a bit more, until something far too large to slip through became firmly stuck firmly inside my crack. Spinning its squealing tires, revving its powerful engine, it hummed with the power of a tiny vibrator, it’s frame much too large to make it through, even with all that lubrication. I bit my lower lip, my eyes blissfully shut, trying to stave off the involuntary response of clenching down on the poor tiny thing, but when it became too much, I couldn’t help but squeeze, feeling the tiny metal toy slowly deform before it delightfully popped, explosively imploding between my cheeks as again, I began to cum.

A flood, even bigger than before, roared forth from between my lips, washing away the line of dime-sized cars like ants from a spewing water hose, their bumpers crumpling against each other as they were swept away, sending them tumbling back down the ramp, back into the lower levels from where they came.

And I grew even bigger, swelled even larger, exploding with mass as the garage once again buckled beneath me. I had to get out, had to get up, but with my ass sucked into the sinkhole, my arms and legs still awkwardly pinned in the first floor lobby, I was unable to get my feet beneath me, unable to wriggle free. And it only got worse as I became heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper ass-first.

I could hear sirens approaching outside my building, red and blue lights flash against the walls, feel tiny people still clawing at my skin, scaling my body, crawling through my hair and fall into the numerous cracks and crevices of my nakedness. A few survivors, drenched in my juices, having given up trying to escape through the sub-basement garage, climbed up onto my tummy, their wet shoes leaving cool spots of moisture on my skin.

The few intrepid explorers carefully made their way to my breasts, a pair of great heaving mountains to them, slowly rising and falling with each of my breaths. I couldn’t see them, as my chest blocked my view, but I pretended not to notice them, feel their steps on my skin, instead looking with interest in the growing emergency vehicles crowding the building outside, black SWAT vans and armored cars sticking out conspicuously against the blue and white police cruisers. As the survivors climbing me pressed up against the undersides of my tits, peeking out through my cleavage to spy on me, someone called out to me, an officer outside among the barricade who still squeaked despite using a bullhorn to aid his voice.

Even though I strained to listen, I could barely understand the officer outside, his altered voice still too miniscule and high-pitched for me to hear what he had to say. Distracted, I almost didn’t notice the several people that, noticing my  attention elsewhere, had tried to climb through my intimidating cleavage, wedging themselves through the narrow crevice between my breasts, using the soft pillowy masses that sandwiched them like handholds, clawing their way up, despite the unsteady, living ground beneath them. I only finally noticed them again when one of them had lost their grip, tumbling back down from the nape of my neck, rolling dangerously down the steep slope of my body, slipping down uncontrollably down the front of my left breast, almost falling over the edge before she grabbed ahold of my passing nipple, tweaking it delightfully, sending an arousing spark through the entire mound as she broke her momentum, clawing up onto it as I began to squirm with both shock and arousal.

Again, I tried to stifle a moan, but began to giggle from her ticklish clawing, unable to keep myself still. I writhed from the woman’s impassioned grip on my nub of pink flesh, throwing off the other climbers as they braced themselves for my human earthquake. I laughed as more began to fall, rattling the building around me as the climbers that had tried to conquer my  landscape now bounced comically between my swaying breasts as they plunged down my flexing cleavage, others still sliding over the tops of my giant boobs, their cute, tiny screams barely audible as they tumbled through the air, the building around me cracking and crumbling as I squirmed. To my relief, they landing safely on my firm tummy, bouncing comically across the toned plains of my abdomen,  as if my skin were like a trampoline.

But what kept my attention was the lucky men and women who managed to break their fall, finding a desperate grip on one of my two nipples. Their terrified grip, their desperation, only fueled my arousal even more as they clutched against the engorging tips, their brown hue giving way to a more pinkish blush, swelling with arousal as blood pounced inside them, becoming as large as a dinner table,  while rising to waist height among the tiny, little people.

Like shipwrecked mariners, they clutched and hugged this sensitive piece of real-estate, nearly squeezing the blood back into my breasts as they reached out to those that they felt they could save. Some succeeded, like a scene from an action movie, they managed to pull them onto the thick mat of my areola, slumped with fatigue as they held on for dear life, nearly thrown off their fleshy perch as my breasts heaved from both my labored breaths as well as my passionate throws.

When I had finally found my self-control, I found myself glowering down on the hapless survivors stranded atop my mountainous bust, suddenly feeling the frustration of people sprinkled over my body. They tickled and pinched, some pulling painfully at the fine, trimmed hairs of my pussy, sticking their dirty shoes into the crevice of my wrinkled lips. Some felt too eager to seek shelter beneath my breasts, their touch just too exploratory as they felt, grabbed and tested. It was like one giant itch that covered my entire body, one that I could not scratch, lest I pop their tiny bodies beneath my tree trunk fingers.

I bit my lip as they came like a flood of insects, desperately seeking a way out, so far as to braving the giant, angry, naked woman that they had to climb for the few exits above and soon a train of human escapees found ways to climb the steep embankments of my sides, pinching and clawing their way onto my crotch, tummy, breasts and thighs as I grimaced and twitched from the uncomfortable sensation. Hairs were pulled, nails dug into my taut skin, shoes scuffing on my bare nakedness, dominating me, humiliating me as they climbed me once again, trekking up the narrow canyon of my cleavage, looking comically small between my two smooth, curvy hill-like breasts, frightened and disjointed by their natural sway and bounce, sometimes losing their grip and sending the entire line behind them tumbling back down to the beginning, in the shadow of my incalculable bust.

Angry but sympathetic to their plight, I carefully draped a few long strands of my blonde hair down the tight crevice of my bust, giving them a rope to climb up on, rappelling up the unmanageable slope.   

At first they cowered away, refusing to use my hair, scurrying away from my fingers when I reached down to pick them up. I when I opened my mouth to scold them, voicing my annoyance and that they had nothing to fear, they covered their ears in pain as the building shook around me. I must have been absolutely gargantuan to them, these little bug people, so small that they could curl up and fit on the bed of my thumbnail. I tried to lower my voice to a whisper, trying to encourage them to let me help, but instead they covered their ears once again as they cowered in the looming shadows of my breasts.

I could feel another growth coming as my heart began to pound in my chest, my skin growing moist with perspiration as my insides began to churn. I moaned, this time not from pain or pleasure but from discomfort deep inside my stomach. A grumbling passed straight through me, sending people running as my belly turned beneath them. I felt the gasses inside me suddenly roll with momentum, making me squirm again as I clenched up, keeping my bowels from embarrassing me. With so many people crowded around where I sat, I could only imagine the damage I would have done. And although it was a small victory, the problem still remained. I was about to hit a huge growth spurt inside my crumbling condominium in downtown New York while hundreds of people were trapped on and beneath me.

And many people would have perished right there had it not been for a pinprick of light that suddenly flashed across my eyes, coming from a flashlight from a brave pair of uniformed police officers.

They stood near the entrance, inches from my elbow, standing where the floor began to slope towards my hips. Waving their hands frantically as they jumped up and down, they instinctively reached for their guns, my angry, piercing eyes frightening them as they swiftly honed in. I couldn't blame them, walking in on a giant woman with breasts the size of hot air balloons. And I also, on instinct, had almost swat the officers that had bugged me, for a moment thinking that they were flies but quickly realizing that they had come to help. When I lifted my arm, now as big as a subway car, they sprung into immediate action, running to the lip of the sinkhole, yelling down at the people as they remained frozen below. I saw their lips moving, yet because they were so small, I couldn't hear their squeaky voices.

One of the officers pointed to himself, then pointed to the people on my right breast, jumping athletically onto my open hand as I brought it to the edge of the drop.

When both officers were on, they braced themselves as I moved, arms outstretched as they kept their balance as I brought them quickly to their destination.

Hands outstretched, they coerced those stranded upon the inflated...

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