Chapter 4: Frustration and acquisition
(A rendition of Shannon byt NotSirk himself. I may as well put it here, since it's her first chapter in this story!)
Shannon sighed, trying to let the tension of the last few days go away, to no avail. Even in her entire private floor at Seoul’s best hotel, the “Red-Monsoon’s White Pearl” as it translated, she couldn’t get rid of her frustration. She should have been back in New Orleans two days ago. All had seemed so perfect at first: Alejandro had chosen to follow his sister to Benjamin Franklin High School and Izzellah Ivory had finally booked a flight with her friends to meet her… And then, negotiations had stalled.
The titanic MAJOR admired her naked body in the massive mirror, usually meant for the floor’s loaner to admire himself (or herself) during orgy were alcohol and body fluids repainted the rooms. She was even more impressive than when Alejandro had met her for the last time. One of her –hopefully- final growth spurt had made her the tallest woman in the world and the third MAJOR, no matter the gender. She had went from 4m45 (14f6) to 5m13 (16f8), meaning that she was now 2,8 times taller than her lover… and her size hadn’t been the only thing to increase… She was bigger, for a lack of better term.
It’s not that she had grown fatter or anything of the like. If Shannon had wanted to describe it, she would have said that she took more place in the world, but it was kind of hard to describe. Her body-shape was vastly different from those of a normal MAJOR but just like Waid or Diola, her muscles were naturally more massive, attaching slightly differently to her skeleton to make sure that they weren’t a strain on it… All three, and those other MAJORS affected by gigantism around the world, seemed as different from their smaller kindred as those did compared to Minors.
And according to the doctors, it wasn’t even her final growth spurt. They had assumed that she would stop at 5m20 (17f1) but now, the more conservative thought that she would reach 5m30 (17f4) and some even suspected that she could grow up or even slightly beyond 5m50 (18f)… She could have been okay with that if it had meant that her other hormonal imbalances hadn’t went into overdrive. Her curves, which were already incredible, had ballooned, and while her butt was ginormous, if still reasonable on her frame - well, as reasonable as something wide enough for four Minors so sit on could be - her tits had thrown away with any sense of shame, to the point that even she had had troubles walking for some time, until her muscles had grown strong enough to support their added weight.
She was quite certain that she would now have been able to nestle both Alejandro and Izzy in her cleavage with room to spare, even if the two smaller humans did the naughty while there. Oh no, bad thinking girl, think about… about that ugly old crone at the meeting yesterday, how she drooled… But it was already too late and the giantess could feel her sexual needs going into overdrive. With a roar of pent up desire and frustration, she rushed to the closet and fished out a dildo as long as an average Minor’s legs and twice as wide and let her monstrous ass fall on her bed.
Shannon felt no need to pleasure herself slowly and carefully, her pussy was already overflowing and, in a massive thrust, she shoved her sex-toy inside her. She roared in ecstasy and buckled on her couch, making it shiver and even rise a little before falling on the floor, cracking the tiles under her immense weight. The white fire of her desire was so great that she couldn’t even have any fantasy about it. She hadn’t felt like that in a very long time.
Ever since she had left Old Creek, almost a year ago, she had shunned any and all sexual intercourse. She wanted to preserve herself for her minuscule lover and, at first, she had managed to do so without trouble, not having to resort to her toys, even. The first six months, she had immerged completely in her campaign, to the point that she hardly cared about anything else, expect the building of her villa, south of the Big Easy… Obviously, she hadn’t forgotten her business, since she had doubled her fortune every two months back then.
But after returning to see him for a week-end and meeting Izzellah, a flip had been switched and even her campaign, the wonderful peoples, especially Minors, she met there or her acquisitions and the insane growth of her wealth thanks to the markets’ reactions to her industrial policy, hadn’t been enough to keep her needs at bay. At first, she had talked about it with her psychiatrist, but the man had told her that it was perfectly natural and that she would get a handle on it soon enough.
So, when it hadn’t been the case, the gigantic woman had simply oriented the discussions around other subjects, such as her volatile temper or her tendency to resort to violence at the slightest provocation. In both cases, she had made tremendous progresses, feeling a lot more balanced and healthier. Her therapist had assured her that the worst of her behavioral patterns had been the result of puberty.
Apparently, because of her incredible growth and her hormonal imbalance, she had developed a very aggressive and domineering self during this period. Now that it was coming to a close, her body was finally managing to handle itself better and those kind of things meant that she had a lesser need to impose herself violently on others. Her success as a billionaire also helped ease her into adulthood, which meant that the need to flaunt her power in violent ways was also decreasing.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” yelled Shannon, finally climaxing in a veritable stream of cum.
Ever since she had stopped having sex with MAJORS, her orgasms had released a considerable amount of cum, more than ever before. She had not talked about it with anyone, feeling that it wasn’t as important as her overall pent-up sexual release, but she had to admit that it was embarrassing at times, like right now. The bed was soaking wet, and while it was specifically designed to absorb a lot more than even her could produce alone, she felt kind of dirty.
“I wonder if Alejandro could feed off just that” she said to herself, before gasping and feeling terribly embarrassed.
Her small boyfriend and she had talked a lot in the last months, and thanks to him, she had learnt most of what was happening in Old Creek and to his family. That’s how she had been able to contact the agency which was preparing to loan them a flat in New Orleans. She had made it a better offer, so she could help a poor family from Afghanistan which had suffered a lot to find a home and she had also made sure that the two children, ages 4 and 7 could go to school.
Then, she had bought a house. It was at Alejandro’s name, thanks to a very important first step in her campaign. Early on, she had managed to make sure that Minors above eighteen years old could buy their own properties. A law had been passed and before the social consensus, expect among the most rabid of the alt-right, none had dared oppose it and everything had worked accordingly to her expectations.
Before this law, Minors weren’t allowed to own houses, cars anything of value. Sure, they could drive, if they learnt how, and they had their own papers proving their ability to do so, but the vehicle itself had to be the possession of a MAJOR with whom the Minor had a strong connection: her parent or her husband, usually. It obviously left the small beings at the mercy of their superior brethren. It was, after all, easy for a MAJOR to threaten a revocation of some privilege if the Minor even thought about leaving.
With a huff, Shannon rose to her feet and walked to the bathroom. She dropped her dildo into the sink and went into the enormous, even for her, bathtub. It was always full of a very warm water, just like she loved it. She then proceeded to scrub herself clean. Each time her hands cupped the hundreds of kilograms of her breasts, she sighed a little. She was missing some very specific 70kg (154 lbs) who, at that time, where probably just landing at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport…
She wondered if Alejandro and his sister had had a great flight. She had offered them to loan a private jet for themselves, but they had refused. She understood why, of course. Neither of them was used to be a public figure and, while she hoped that it would change for the Minor she loved so, so, much, she couldn’t force it on him, no matter how much she could want to. Even if he finally refused to be an ambassador, she would be more than happy to provide him the anonymity he would require.
“It’s not as if I couldn’t hide him easily” she chirped to herself, pushing the soap between her monstrously bloated jugs.
She hoped that he wouldn’t be angered by the change of plan she had made to his sisters and him place. Their home was better situated, better equipped and while it had been extremely hard, she had managed to not add cameras or micros inside of it… Now, the doors and windows had been wired, to make sure than nothing suspicious could happen and that she would be immediately notified if some danger threatened her lover and her future in-law…
She knew very well that she should have been there, at their new home, welcoming them and easing the changes for them. It was probably already extremely hard for Lindsey to leave everything she knew so far away, and she couldn’t even imagine how her poor Alejandro felt about it. As a Minor suffering from a terrible trauma, it was probably extremely taxing from him to move halfway across the country and to find his plans hijacked like that.
But Shannon was one hundred percent sure that this house would serve them better than the flat. They were closer to their High School that way, unlike Derek and Joshua who had to have a car to go there, and with the size of their new home, they would be very much cool kids, able to throw parties and all. She hoped that Lindsey would be conservative in that however, but she highly doubted that the youngest of the three Ferrand children would be too keen to put her brother in danger by bringing too much strangers too often into their safe haven anyway.
Her phone rang and she pushed a button which allowed her to take the call while staying in the bath.
“Miss Matthewson? It’s Park Yo-jong” said an educated feminine voice, with only the faintest amount of accent, “I hope I’m not bothering you?”
“Not at all” replied Shannon, smiling to herself. “How can I help you?”
“Well, I think that I’m the one who could help you” said the other MAJOR.
Shannon could almost picture her smile at those word. Yo-jong was a petite thing, barely reaching 2m75 (9f), thin and frail looking, with straight black hair, a round face and one of the cutest smile that the gigantic teenager had ever seen. And, expect if she was deadly wrong, the small MAJOR was very much attracted to her. The black colossus had seen how the Korean woman eyed her curves, how she blushed when she smiled at her or leaned closely…
“Really?” asked Shannon, in her sultriest tone, without even realizing it.
“I… I… yes” stammered Yo-jong. “I… I’ve the contracts here… you… you’re the owner of Park Nano, Miss Matthewson.”
“That’s wonderful! But please, Yo-jong… call me Shannon.”
The black woman heard the gasp and the labored respiration and she knew she had caught her prey. A part of her felt dirty, she was losing it even as Alejandro was so close… but another one couldn’t care about it. Plus, I could be dangerous for him in my state, she reasoned. Better to get rid of some excessive steam and be sure that he’ll be okay. I don’t want to frighten him, we haven’t seen each other for so long, and there is so much more of me now… I can’t be all raging fire when he’ll see me again, better be the radiant sun, right?
“Would you mind bringing it up here?”’ she asked the Korean MAJOR.
“Of… of… of course not Miss... I mean, Shannon!” stuttered the inferior giantess.
“Wonderful, I’ll call the hotel and ask her to bring you to me. Okay?”
“Yes, yes!” almost yelled Yo-jong.
“Wonderful. See you soon” said Shannon before cutting the call. She promptly reached for the desk. “A certain miss Park Yo-jong will come to see me. Bring her to me without delay please.”
“As you wish Miss Matthewson” replied the receptionist.
Shannon barely had to wait for five minutes, before she heard the door of her floor opening and the timid walking of Yo-jong. It was incredible how meeting the black titaness in person could change the behavior of even the most hardened MAJOR. When she had begun her negotiation with Park Industries, the daughter of its founder, aged 45, had been cold and harsh by phone. But once they had met, the gigantic teenager had seen her mellowing out before her.
““Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly” whispered the billionaire, a wicked grin on her face.
“Miss Matthewson?” called the Korean woman, suddenly unsure of herself.
“In there dear!” called the American giantess. “Come on in, just please, put the contracts on the table, will you? And do call me Shannon… I insist!”
“Of… of course Shannon!” replied Yo-jong with a nervous chuckle.
Shannon heard the stilettos used by her negotiation partner loudly on the tiled floor. She walked quite quickly and yet, she seemed to hesitate, moving around the patio as if she wanted to go away but couldn’t. Suddenly, she heard papers being put on a wooden surface, rather strongly, and her prey finally entered the bathroom. Her eyes fell on Shannon and she blurted something in Korean, blushing incredibly and beginning to turn around.
“Stay” simply said the black giantess, and her guest froze in place.
“Sha…Shannon it is… the situation…”
“Come now Yo-jong…” whispered tantalizingly the tallest woman in the world, “we both now that it’s a dream come true for you… And as for myself, I need a hand in there. I have an… itch… that I can’t scratch. Would you mind helping me with this?”
Her words had an immediate effect on the Korean MAJOR. She turned around, looked at her with a hungry look and, while her breathing became even more labored, she removed her clothes in a rush, offering the sight of her naked body to Shannon. The Matthewson had to admit that there wasn’t much to see. Yo-jong wasn’t skeletal, no MAJOR was, but she was so thin and frail-looking, with A-cup breasts, even after two pregnancies, which had left no mark on her. But once again, the Korean hesitated. It was incredible how this sight made her feel powerful, but the teenager tried to keep her head clear, as best she could.
“Come on, don’t be shy” encouraged Shannon.
Yo-jong then rushed to the bathtub and entered the water so strongly that some of it spilled on the floor. The black MAJOR laughed at that sight. Such eagerness to come to her, it was dangerously addictive. It’ll be hard to keep calm and not hurt her… but it could be a good occasion to see if the therapist was right… and worth his cost. In seconds, she felt the Korean’s hands on her knees, then below her breasts and her head burst to the surface between the mountains of tit-flesh.
“Eager to be put to work I see!” chirped Shannon.
“Yes mistress…” meekly replied Yo-song, bringing a smile on her partner’s face.
“Good… Tell me, slave. Do you like it rough? Is that why you came to me today?” asked the colossus, catching Yo-song’s arms in her hands.
“Yes mistress. My husband is kind, affectionate and I love him very much but… but he can’t or won’t dominate me as I wish he would…” her voice then trailed off, shame burning on her pretty face.
“And you think I would, slave?”
“Yes mistress!”
“And how would you like me to dominate you, Yo-Song?” pensively asked Shannon.
“Anyway you want, Mistress!” almost screamed the Korean woman, now struggling playfully in her clutch.
“Really? You would be okay if I squeezed your arms so hard that they broke? You would be okay if I sat on you until your poor little organs popped out below my weight? Would you love me to walk on you, to reduce your bones to dust? Perhaps you would prefer that I compress your puny body with my breasts? Or that I crush your wind-pipe between my fingers? So many possibilities… what do you want, slave?”
“All of them mistress!” yelled Yo-song in ecstasy, after having moaned the whole time Shannon offered her menu in torture.
“Really? What if I would offer you more… for less?”
“More for less mistress?” wondered the Korean woman.
“Yes” sultry whispered Shannon. “Why would I need to harm you or break you to utterly dominate you, Yo-song? Am I not powerful enough to do away with those ridiculous actions?”
“I… I don’t understand mistress…” replied the older MAJOR, utterly confused now, but equally aroused.
“How much do you weight, slave?” asked Shannon.
“345 kg (760,6 lbs), mistress.”
“Well, Yo-song…” begun the black MAJOR, pushing her prey upward between her breasts, “what if I told you that each of my babies weigh 350 kg (771,6 lbs)?”
Shannon laughed when she saw the shock and then the arousal on the Korean’s face. She felt her puny body being rocked back and forth in her cleavage, colliding with the two monstrous orbs which weighed more than her, as she shook her upper body playfully. Even the gigantic woman was now aroused beyond reason. She walked everyday with the weight of two small MAJOR women attached on her torso. Knowing that made her feel so powerful.
“Mistress…” almost whined the smaller MAJOR, “please…”
“Please what, slave?” mocked Shannon.
“Use those to crush me…” asked Yo-song.
“No, slave” replied the colossus, earning a whimper as an answer. “I do not debase myself in such brutality. It is good for the lesser beings. Why would I need to hurt you to make you feel how insignificant you are, my dear? I can play with you however I want and you can’t do anything about it!”
Having said that, Shannon pushed Yo-song below the water and shoved her against her engorged pussy, enjoying the sensation of her hair against her labia. She shuddered in pleasure when she felt the woman’s tongue on her clitoris, but she quickly brought her back to the surface. She didn’t want Yo-song to even think for a second that she could have some sort of initiative here. While the Korean was gasping for air, she forcefully introduced one of her enormous and engorged nipple in her mouth, making her gag.
Securing Yo-song, Shannon rose to her full size turned the other MAJOR upside down, so she could eat her pussy. A smile crept on her face as the Korean screamed in pleasure and fear, her voice muffled by the dark nipple in her mouth. Finally, after a minute or two, Yo-song came in Shannon’s mouth, who drank it all, before dropping the heir of Park Industry on the floor, where she gasped for air once more. Then, the American titaness crouched and positioned her neither regions above Yo-song’s face.
“Do you want a bit more of humiliation, before returning to your husband, slave?” she asked, knowing full well the answer.
“Yes, yes mistress!” yelled the smaller MAJOR.
“Very well… I count on you to drink it all” she added.
A torrent of piss fell on Yo-song’s face, cascading between her hairs, filling her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes… During a minute and a half, Shannon drowned the poor woman, until only drop felt on the Korean’s shivering body. The giantess looked at her and laughed when she saw her coughing and writhing in pain, her eyes probably burning a little. Her hilarity seemed to arouse Yo-song, for she saw her hands rushing to her pussy to pleasure herself.
“Tell me, slave… Do you want me to relieve entirely on you?” asked Shannon, quite curious now, patting her formidable derrière and turning to put it just above her partner’s torso.
“Yes!” managed to croak the Korean. “Bury me in your shit, mistress!”
“As you wish…”
The teenage billionaire groaned as she pushed an enormous amount of turd out of her. She shuddered in ecstasy when she felt it colliding with Yo-song’s puny body, when she heard the other MAJOR yelling in pleasure, her screams becoming louder and louder, even as more and more shit fell on her. Finally, once she had empties herself, Shannon lowered her anus toward her slave’s face, spreading her cheek so it would be quite visible.
“Lick it clean” she ordered.
Shannon came brutally when she felt her slave’s tongue on her twitching asshole.
-------------------------------------------------
“What a mess…” said Shannon, looking at the bathroom.
Yo-song had did an incredible work, carrying her shit to the restroom, licking some of her piss and washing away the rest, and then washing herself clean, but even then, acrid smell clung to everything. The perfumed candles did almost nothing to hide it, and the Matthewson’s only daughter suspected that only time would make it go away… Not that the hotel staff wasn’t used to it, she had heard so much rumors about the “Red-Monsoon’s White Pearl” before selecting it as her place while in Seoul…
Still, now that Yo-song had left with her copy of the contracts signed, Shanbnon felt another kind of frustration coming back. Her pent-up sexual desire was, if not spent, at least brought to manageable levels, and she could even be proud of herself, since her partner had left without even a bruise, and yet had felt utterly dominated… No, the problem was that she was now frustrated to have failed so badly at keeping her needs in check.
She had given up while just days, perhaps even hours, remained before she saw her lovely Alejandro again. Sure, she had a dinner with the Park tonight, probably a reception with the Economy Minister of South Korea tomorrow, if the woman made it known tonight as well, but then, she would have had her private jet and she could have been back to New Orleans, fresh and sound in two days top, adding one more to go and see her therapist before meeting with the Minor she loved so much, but still…
A glance at the contracts managed to push away her frustration. Park Nano, soon to be renamed Fire-Brand Nanotechnology Institute, had been the last missing piece of a puzzle she had pursued for years, without even realizing it consciously. It had only been in the last two months that she had realized why she had wanted so badly to become a billionaire dabbling in new technologies. It had been a revelation, and it was probably thanks to her campaign that she had finally been able to see it.
She now had firms, labs and scientists of top caliber all around the world, she possessed the whole chain of production, from the extraction of raw material in Africa and Latin America to their transformation into specialized alloys in Europe, their transformation in mechanical components in Asia and the U.S. and the patents waiting to be printed. With all of this, she would change the world for the better. For once, she felt that she could genuinely be proud of herself.
It should have taken months to complete a first prototype, years to test it and make sure it was safe, and probably years to even been able to produce it to answer the demands which would rise, once its existence would be known, but Project Renewal was already on the rails for years, if in separate fields, and she had brought them together in the last months.
Because of it, Shannon already possessed a prototype, and the testing would begin soon enough. And with Park Nano, she would be able to make sure that the costs of production wouldn’t skyrocket. She was willing to lose money on this project, a lot of money even. It would be affordable even for the poorest peoples around the world, she swore it. Hopefully, Alejandro would agree to be the first making use of a final version.