Growing in the Jungle
Copyright © 2016 Phen
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rights reserved.
Everybody knows about what the cannibals do to
intrepid explorers when they catch them in the deeps of the jungle. Nobody, on
the other hand, seem to know what terrible cooks they are.
Cathy spat out a lungful of broth and sat upright in
the oversized kettle. She looked decidedly out of place in the middle of the
village, and the foul-smelling stew that she sloshed around her waist had
gotten into her golden blonde ponytail and soaked into her shorts.
"Let me go already!" She demanded, and cast
her best authoritative gaze upon the two tribals that had thrown her into their
cuisine in the first place, a pair of dark, muscled men that could have made
brilliant careers in basketball if only they had been born outside of the jungle.
One adhered to the old ways, wearing only a loincloth, while the other
brandished a t-shirt with a faded Pepsi Cola logo and a pair of shorts.
Pepsi met her command with a shrug. "N'gtu?"
"Uh. That's... Bird? Boss? " Cathy screwed
up her face. "Gimme a minute here."
Pepsi and Loincloth took a few steps forward and
lifted the kettle off the ground while Cathy was lost in thought.
She managed a brief "Hey, stop!" before
another splash of stew caught her in the face and silenced her complaints in
favor of gasping for breath. She started to climb out, but a palm the size of a
teacup pushed her back in.
The tribals carried her into the largest of the nearby
huts. Thick drapes covered the entrance, but a ring of torches lit the inside
with an otherworldly glow. A man clad in feathers and paint stood at the other
side of a circle drawn on the dirt floor. He smiled at her with big, white
teeth and flicked his wrist at the guards. As they set down the kettle in the
middle of the circle, he fixed Cathy with forest-green eyes. "Welcome,
traveller."
Cathy emerged from the kettle, sputtering half with
indignant anger, half with broth. "This is no way to treat a visitor! Why,
I oughta... Wait. You speak english?" Her shoulders relaxed. "Thank
god. I thought I was a goner!"
"Oh yes, of course. My name is Muma. I'm the
spiritual leader of my people. But fear not, civilization has not forsaken you,
dear...?" The witchdoctor plunged his hand into a sack of bright red
powder and withdrew a handful, though his eyes - and more importantly, his
face-spanning smile - never left the lady in the kettle.
"Cathy. I didn't mean to intrude on your
territory. Actually, I didn't know that anybody was here - I was just following
an old trail." She paused. "Can you tell your men to keep my backpack
safe? There's some very important samples inside!"
Muma nodded. "I shall." He dumped the red
powder into the kettle and barked a command at Pepsi, who left the hut.
"We shall be very careful. Only the best for our visitor." He seized
a lump of salt and half a dozen pungent leaves and threw them into the broth,
too.
Cathy looked down for a moment. "Er, thanks. Any
chance I can get out of this damn soup, then? It's really not my thing, I'm
afraid."
"No chance. But you can turn around a little, stir
it up so the ingredients mix better." Muma reaches behind his waist and
drew a long, vicious-looking knife from its sheath.
Cathy's eyes went wide. "You're not actually going to eat me, are you? I
thought-"
"Eat you? No. That would be a waste." Muma's
smile seemed to fill his entire face. "But I do need your blood. The rite
of fertility demands sacrifice, after all."
"You can't be serious!" Cathy jumped back,
pushing herself up by the edge of the kettle.
Loincloth was there in an instant, shoving her back
down. And then the knife was there, cutting across her palm and glinting
crimson in the light of the fires. "Don't fret. It won't take long."
The wound burned, at once both worse and better than
any injury that Cathy could remember. She wrested her hand free and held it
tightly to her chest, as she eyed the mad witchdoctor. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. How do I get out?
Muma dipped the knife into the broth and stepped back.
"Yes. It's starting!" He began to chant in a low, unintelligible
voice, while the rings around the kettle began to glow. There was a burst of
sharp, green light from the back of the hut. The witchdoctor spun on his heels
and hurried over to retrieve an item from a small, stone chest: An elaborate
figurine carved in wood, depicting a monster, or a woman - or both. Muma held
it towards Cathy with a slimy grin. "Do not grieve for your loss, dear
visitor. Your sacrifice is for the glory of our people. With the spirit of
nature herself at my beck and call, our village shall proper for years to
come." His eyes gleamed. "Me, especially."
Cathy shuddered. "You're out of your fucking
mind." Loincloth's unyielding fingers still pressed into her shoulders,
but the strange sensations from her wound pushed themselves to the forefront of
Cathy's mind. It actually did not feel so bad, anymore; the burning had
transitioned into a strange sort of bubbling sensation, like from a numbed
limb. But it was becoming more than that, a tickle almost that slowly spread up
her arm and made all the little hairs stand up straight. She glanced down at
her wound, which thankfully appeared superficial at most. In fact, it hardly
seemed to be there at all. Cathy prodded at the crimson-stained skin, but was
interrupted by another flare of light in front of her.
Muma thrust the figurine up into the air. It's eyes
burned a sickly green. "Prepare yourself!"
Cathy realized that the ebony figurine looked more
erotic than she had first realized. The spirit was depicted with frankly
freakishly large curves and a delicately carved o-face, as in the midst of a
mind-shattering orgasm, but she still had monstrous traits as well: Claws,
leaves for hair and the hint of bark across her skin.
"She's coming!" Muma cried. "I can feel
her presence!"
It hit Cathy like a sledgehammer. She stumbled backwards
with enough force to shake her guard and sunk into the kettle as her knees gave
away. In an instant, the tingling sensation had set her entire body on fire,
and Cathy felt acutely aware of every inch of her skin and the constraint of
her soaked clothing. "Ah!" She groaned, and fumbled for the edge of
the kettle to pull herself up again.
Muma laughed. "Yes! Give her your essence, girl.
Let yourself dissolve and make my nature spirit strong." He put the
figurine down on a small leather stool and looked at it expectantly. "This
is where she will come into the world for the first time in a hundred
years."
The whirlpool of sensation did not let up. Cathy
gasped, tears forming in her eyes. Gimme
a moment, you bastard, and I'll tell you what's what. She bit her lip as
the tingle continued to develop, pushing across her chest and deep into her
loins. Her body stiffed as, against all reason and sense of timing... Wait, am I getting turned on?
Cathy gripped the kettle as a small orgasmic shudder
passed through her. She pushed her thighs together as her mind went to the
acute sensation of her nipples thickening against her soggy tshirt. "You
can't be serious!" She burst out in a badly suppressed moan and braced
herself for a second shudder. The room had started to spin around her and an
unbearable sense of claustrophobia pressed down on her head. Cathy stood up
straight and spun around to fight Loincloth up close for her freedom.
The imposing, nearly naked tribal regarded her with a
gruff look and seized Cathy by her shoulders. Then something changed in his
eyes. He called out, and Cathy did not need a translation to understand Muma's
name.
"What, lost your nerve? Too much spooky voodoo
shit?" Cathy rolled her shoulders and prepared to wrestle the big man, but
the fight never came.
Loincloth's hands simply slid right off her and down
to his sides like limp noodles. He looked at her with widening eyes and stepped
back in fear. "Manu!"
The reaction took Cathy by surprise. "What's
wrong with you people? One moment you're going to eat me, the next..."
Cathy blinked. Realization finally dawned on her: She stared the tall tribal
straight in the eye, instead of craning her neck to see his face as when they'd
caught her. Next, she looked down over herself and saw an unexpected abundance
of woman. Her hips grazed the kettle where her ribs had been before, and her
clothes looked painted on. Her bra, faintly visible through the wet fabric of
her white t-shirt, looked downright pitiful on her chest, digging into numbed
skin on breasts that stood bigger and prouder than ever before. She reaches
down, as if in a dream, and tugged at the uncomfortably inadequate cups as her
newly gained size began to tear her shorts and shirt apart.
Loincloth retreated to safety behind his witchdoctor,
who looked up from the figurine with a scowl of annoyance. "What? I do not
wish to be disturbed!" Loincloth pointed impotently at the glowing kettle
and the fair-skinned amazon as she tore scraps of fabric off her skin.
"... How?"
Now it was Cathy's turn to smile. "I'm asking
myself that, too. But I'll be happy to kick your ass before I find out."
She stepped out of the kettle and was pleased to notice that she had gained a
head and a half of height on Loincloth and his slightly shorter boss. The
strain of her powerful thighs moving proved too much for her ruined shorts,
which all but exploded and left her gloriously indecent. Cathy had never been
scrawny, but the jaunt into amazon territory made her form broaden with muscle
beneath her feminine curves and sent a heady mix of endorphins through her
brain.
The witchdoctor noticed her power-up as well. He
stared long and hard at her, eyes lingering at the inviting shape of her hip,
but not for long enough to give Cathy an advantage. He stepped in front of Loincloth
and held the figurine up, like a priest trying to banish a vampire with a
cross. "You are not worthy of the attention of my spirit. Give in!"
The figurine's eyes flared up with green light and shone into Cathy's brown
irises.
The burst of light exploded inside her head. Her knees
buckled beneath her and she fell on all fours. "Fuck, stop that!" The
hot, stuffy interior of the hut seemed to wobble from side to side like the
deck of a ship. Cathy dug her nails into the dirt floor while she waited for her
ears to stop ringing. Still, she realized that the flash had not been painful,
per se. In fact, the pleasant, tingling sensation had only grown stronger. Her
fat nipples ached for attention, and a lone stream of her honey trickled down
between her thigh. "What are you trying to do to me?" She asked,
slowly, as she forced herself to look up.
Muma approached her with his trinket as a shield. The
knife remained in his hand, a thin line of blood still glinting in the light.
"Perhaps the spirit desired another sort of sacrifice." He sounded as
if he was talking to himself, debating the finer points of his ritual.
"The texts could be unclear."
Cathy balled up her fist. "Fuck you, dude."
She raised herself and took a shot at the self-important bastard.
The figurine flared up again with its sickly, green
light and threw Cathy prone.
Another round of fireworks went off inside her head.
"Gah! Quit it, you second-rate voodoo clown!" She shouted at him
despite the mouthful of dirt and punctuated her tirade with a deep, abrupt
moan. A cunt-shattering orgasm rolled through her in that instant, juices
squirting freely down her thighs while her hardened nipples drew shapes in the
dirt. She clenched her jaw. What is that
guy doing, trying to fight me with orgasms? I ought to... Hey, wait a minute.
Cathy played dead - or at least unconscious! - to the witchdoctor and took the
opportunity to get a good view of the situation - and her body, most of all. That kettle is starting to look really
fucking small...
While Muma waved his figurine around, Pepsi appeared
once more from the entrance to the hut. He walked around the kettle and froze,
quite reasonably, at the sight of Cathy's huge ass: Even on her arms and knees,
it came up to his waist. "K'ui?" He said and glanced from Muma to
Loincloth and back again with all the subtlety of a human question mark.
Loincloth shook his head vigorously.
Cathy bit her lip. Her lust still burned like a
furnace and her swollen pussy drooled profusely. As she lay there,
contemplating if she could sneak her hand down south without her antagonists
noticing, she became aware of the slow march of her flattened breasts against
the floor, expanding upwards, outwards, bigger by the moment. A wry smile
appeared on her lips. Well, no more
B-cups for me. Or C. Or... Hell, I'd be lucky to find anything in my size when
all is said and done. She clenched her thighs, hips wiggling in rising
frustration to satisfy her throbbing clit. So
what do you do, Cathy? Can you fight these guys? If I get up, that fucker is just
going to blast me again, and... A shiver ran up her inner thighs. She
grinned. He's going to blast me again.
"Hey, big guy." Cathy said and slowly drew
herself up on her knees. Sitting, they were eye to eye. "I'm still not feeling the whole, 'submit yourself
and your life for me' vibe. Sorry to disappoint."
Muma scowled at her. "Insolent welp." His
bodyguards took their place a step behind him. "Blessed by the great
spirit of nature or not, you will learn to serve. My ritual cannot be
stopped." He sheathed his knife and threw a handful of dark powder at
Cathy. It transformed in the air and splashed across her heaving breasts like
paint the color of the blue sky.
She laughed. "You look pretty calm for a guy
who's going to get his ass handed to him by a girl." The paint on her
chest rippled like quicksilver and ran up across her sternum to arrange itself
in intricate lines around her neck and shoulders. Cathy ran a hand over the
colored skin. "And I don't see how a bit of make-up is going to change
that." She reached out to snatch Pepsi - at twice his height, he had
ceased to menace her.
The tribal jumped back in alarm. Muma turned his gaze
of displeasure at him, then brandished his glowing trinket as before. "I
did not take you for such a fool. "He said, a touch of disbelief in his
eyes. "Why do you persist when the outcome is obvious?"
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing." Cathy dropped all
pretense of decency and eagerly dove for her dripping snatch as red-hot lust
filled her body to burst; beyond, in fact, as she grew to contain it in an
unprecedented surge. She sat back on her heels, skin flushed and wetness
pouring into a puddle beneath her. The roof came crashing down against her, but
she hardly felt the impact, even as it pushed her forwards, onto her huge,
expanding breasts. Pepsi and Loincloth got wedged beneath a nipple each; each
little squirm sent shivers up Cathy's spine, and she rewarded them amply with a
powerful gush of milk from her swollen teats.
The hut never stood a chance. Cathy's arms and legs
crashed through the walls, one after another, leaving the circular roof on her
back like the shield of a turtle, until she sat up and sent it crashing down at
the heels of her feet. The scattered torches inside were buried in rubble and
the glowing circle disappeared in the shadow of her magnificent body.
The witchdoctor and his underlings skittered from the
ruin like insects across a kitchen floor. Muma stopped in the clearing in the
middle of the collection of huts, while Loincloth and Pepsi kept on running. He
fixed Cathy with an accusing glare. "My house, my carvings... My wards!
You've broken my wards!"
"As far as I recall, I didn't ask to be made 50 feet tall." Cathy
replied with a raised eyebrow. She shifted in place, broken sticks sliding off
her hips as she sat up on her knees. None of the dozen huts remaining in the
village reached taller than her waist. She gave herself a brief inspection,
smiling wryly at the size of her enhanced bust and hips. "Can't say I'm
all that sad about the fertility-idol package that you've thrown into the deal,
though..."
Muma ignored her witticisms. "I cannot control
the spirit without my wards! You've doomed us all."
"Really, now? But the spirit is in me, right?
That seems to be what's going on, if I've understood your little plan."
Cathy said. A smile started to blossom on her lips. "And if you have no
control, does that mean I can..?"
The earth trembled beneath the village, and the
shudder continued up into Cathy, running from the tips of her toes to the top
of her head. Her booming moan filled the air. She bent forwards, spraying milk
and honey as her body shook and grew once more, hands fumbling desperately for
her sweet spots, her body growing hot and flushed.
"Fuck, yes." Cathy snapped, breathless.
"Yes, I can! I can grow. Grow on my own - ah!" Her voice trailed off
as another deep-felt moan drove the air from her lungs. She filled her eager
cunt with her fingers, grinding against her love button with no regard for the
small crowd of terrified tribals that watched her display. Her other hand tried
to tackle her breasts, which had grown too big for just one - or even two! -
hands to truly satisfy. The sheer exhilaration of growing towards the sky
propelled her dizzying climax forward, however, as her fingers examined,
twisted, toyed with her lovely, pink nipples as they gushed with wild abandon.
Muma remained where he stood. Where a few of his tribe
leered at horny giantess with unashamed lust, his expression remained hard.
"No. The spirit is not in you." He said. "But it will take your
body, soon enough." Muma looked bitterly at the carved figuring in his
hand. The fire in its eyes started to consume the rest of the head, spreading
across the dark wood. "And then we will all die."
Close to a hundred feet of woman looked down upon the
witchdoctor. She was breathing heavily and her hand remained buried between her
thick, strong thighs, absentmindedly rubbing over her seemingly inexhaustible
sex. If there was any danger of the crushed hut catching on fire from the many
torches, the deep, spreading puddle of juices below her shins put an end to
that. "You sound awfully gloomy." Cathy said from the other side of a
blissful haze. "Don't worry, you'll get your toys back eventually."
Muma let the figurine fall into the flattened grass.
"There won't be any toys left in the jungle to fight over." The fire
flared up and enveloped the carved tree in an emerald blaze, the flames
hungrily eating away at the elaborate woodcraft. A thick, black smoke went up
into the air, whirled around by a powerful gust of wind, and blew to point
straight above the village.
The fire died out in less than a minute. For a moment,
all was still. Then the green glow returned as a pair of points of light that
appeared over the village in mid-air, as if carved out of the sky itself. For a
moment, they merely existed, hanging exactly at the same level as Cathy's eyes
- then they turned towards the giantess and fixed her with a malevolent stare.
A sudden cold shiver ran down Cathy's spine. She furrowed
her brow. "What's this, your last-ditch effort to get rid of me?" She
stopped tilling her garden and raised her slick hands in readiness for whatever
might be becoming. "Or did that demon thing that's got you wetting your
underwear finally decide to show up?"
The charred piece of wood belched smoke like a forest
fire. The thick smog stung the senses as it rose towards the emerald eyes.
Here, the wind could carry it no longer: The growing cloud drifted inside exact
boundaries in the air as if trapped in hollow glass. Little by little, the
spirit of nature took her shape, dark smoke filling out her monstrously
feminine body. She shifted in place, mirroring Cathy's kneeling position at the
other side of the village as her curvaceous ass and thighs took form.
"Well, damn." Cathy felt a pang of
self-consciousness at the sheer sexuality oozing - quite literally! - off the
shadow-giantess in front of her. Not enough to lower her defenses, though.
"How are we going to do this? I'm fine with being chill if you are. I only
have a beef with the guy who-"
The spirit lunged at Cathy, emerald eyes burning
bright.
Cathy swung her hands up to brace herself, but the
spirit's momentum still threw her back. She gasped and cursed and fought to
right herself, flexing her newly improved muscled as they wrestled. Shadowy
curves pushed against her, smoky breasts flattening themselves her own and all
but enveloping her. It was a curious sensation, touching the solidified shadow
- at once smooth and soft, but with too much give to it, like it was not
entirely there. "Fucking hell, smoke-face. So much for peace!"
The spirit made a sound like a roaring flame as it
rolled around in the clearing with Cathy, the giantesses knocking down trees
and huts as if they made of tinfoil. Shadow struck flesh and filled the air
with the sounds of heavy strikes and snapping tree-trunks. The dark spirit's
expression remained the frozen mask of the figurine, but its terrible, green
eyes flashed with anger and pushed right up in Cathy's face.
"Why are you so damn angry!?" Cathy grunted
and shoved the creature away from her face. It kept coming, though, and Cathy
lost her footing in the incredible mess of cum and milk she'd made on the
ground. She rolled backwards, elbows on the grass while the spirit jumped at
her once more, and swung her feet up to catch her foe squarely on her belly. A
swift kick with both legs, and Cathy sent the spirit sailing through the air.
The shadow landed atop another hut with a resounding
crash. A pair of tribals, a man and a woman, came running out of the wreckage,
screaming and crying, but the spirit barely even glanced as she shifted to sit
up and pinned the defenseless people under her plump ass.
Muma appeared at once. "Leave us!" He
shouted, and held a staff up threateningly over his head. As the spirit slowly
turned to glance down at him, Muma hissed a command at his tribesmen, but
turned back to stare down the giantess looming above him.
Cathy sat up, too. "Hey, dude. You might not want
to provoke her."
Thought the spirit had no expression to speak of,
there could be no doubt about the sheer disdain in her eyes. She placed her
hands squarely on the ground and slowly pushed her butt backwards, using that
icon of fertility for a grisly show of force. The trapped tribals' screams rang
out across the clearing.
Muma threw his staff at her.
A small explosion of orange-red flames went off and
momentarily broke the shadowy curvature of the spirit's ass, smoke scattering
into the air. The sprit jolted upright, crying out in pain in a voice that
sounded like a glacier breaking, and stepped back to recover itself.
"Damn." Cathy muttered.
The tribals fled, but Muma held the line. The shadow
turned its evil eyes on the witchdoctor once more.
"Get out of here, man, that trick isn't going to
work twice." Cathy said.
"I have a duty to protect my people." Muma
said. "This is bigger than me, or even you. The spirit must be
banished."
The spirit advanced on Muma, crushing the penultimate
remaining hut of the village. Its shadow fell across him - the witchdoctor
looked awfully frail without his toys.
Cathy clenched her jaw. "Alright, then." She
broke into a run and threw herself at the spirit, sending them both crashing
into the densely forested hillside.
Her foe twisted around immediately as they rolled
through the verdant foliage. She dug her knee into the ground, stopping the
motion, and pinned Cathy to the ground by straddling her hips.
Cathy did not take it lying down - metaphorically
speaking, at least. She punched at the shapely shadow atop her, but her hands
never truly felt like they connected: The spirit's skin felt only half-there,
and though its weight weighed down on Cathy's pelvis, it seemed to operate
under another kind of gravity. "Let go, you fucking mute!" Cathy snapped,
wrestling the smoke.
The spirit bent forward and all but smothered Cathy's
face in its worryingly voluptuous breasts. Her vision went black, and air
refused to come to her lips.
Cathy kicked her legs in primal desperation, flailing
and fighting against the malevolent wall of smoky flesh that suffocated her.
Her mouth opened, and the taste of burnt wood came upon her tongue. Fear gave
her strength, and Cathy shoved herself up from the ground with her elbows.
The spirit tilted and fell on her side. Cathy was slow
and hyperventilating, though, and the spirit had all the time in the world to
make her move. She forced herself back against Cathy's side and pressed her
skin close to the woman's warm, sweat-covered body. It left them lying on the
flower-covered grass like lovers, and the spirit's next action was
appropriately sexual. It kissed Cathy.
Cathy lost her breath as quickly as she had regained
it, but this time it was not because of a lack of air. Rather, she felt herself
being filled from the inside, billowing smoke pushing itself through her lungs
and into her very being. She blinked in pure panic and saw the spirit's glowing
eyes mere inches from her own, their indomitable green staring into her soul.
"N-no!" She croaked, and pushed ineffectually at the dark shape.
The spirit rolled her hips as she put herself into
Cathy, moving in closer as if in the throes of ecstasy. Her knee separated
Cathy's legs, a plump thigh sliding up against her warm, wet sex and ground
away, while her hands roamed across Cathy's ass.
The experience was as overwhelming as it was
terrifying. Cathy could think of only one way out: Get bigger than the monster! Despite barely being able to think
straight, the supernatural expansion returned to her as if she'd practiced it
all her life. Her chest filled with euphoria - and mass, to boot, as her
bountiful breasts grew bigger still and pushed back against the spirit's
sensual assault.
Cathy's foot caught between a pair of moss-covered
tree-trunks in its surge, but the stubborn old plants were powerless against
the continued growth of Cathy's leg that first tested, then splintered the
trunks as it continued to thicken. The spirit, too, was startled by the sudden
movements that wrested Cathy's lips away from its terrible kiss. It looked up
at her face and hissed.
Cathy smirked right back at the unmoving mask and got
up onto her elbows. "How do you like that?" Her lungs stilled burned
from lack of air and from whatever that thing had tried to put into her, but
Cathy tried to sound confident. The heady rush of getting bigger gave her a
temporary boost, at least, and the fire in her loins burned brighter as her
growing body flattened dozens of trees and bushes all around her with
satisfyingly loud crack! and thump! sounds.
The spirit dwindled in comparison to the growing
giantess. It held on to Cathy's stomach, but lost its ferocious aura as it
shrank to the size of a child, lost beneath the hills of Cathy's huge, shapely
breasts. A clawed hand reached up and swiped at Cathy's face, but she was growing
so quickly that the blow never connected. Off-balance, the shadow-spirit fell
back upon the Cathy's flushed, sweaty skin.
Cathy could hardly keep it together. Her body was on
fire and the myriad little pin-pricks of leaves and branches brushing along her
legs and arms drove her mad. At her growing size, even the sturdiest stick
could never hope to harm her, but it *could* stimulate; especially as she found
a particularly well-shaped tree-stump that wedged itself between her thighs and
soon became bathed in her sweet, slippery excitement.
The spirit was not out of the game just yet, though.
It stood up, barely the size of a doll on Cathy's majestic form, and stared for
a long moment. Then it bent its thick, powerful legs and jumped high into the
air, clearing the way to Cathy's crotch in a single bound. It landed on a bed
of pubic hair in need of trimming - or more appropriately, landscaping, at this
scale - and sunk to its knees in front of the giantess' mons Venus. Cathy's
grinding movements against the bumpy, lubricated tree stump made the spirit
sway back and forth like itwas standing on the deck of a ship in stormy sea. A
storm that was about to get worse as it bent down, spread Cathy's lips with
both hands and kissed her clit with its smoky, slithering tongue.
Cathy's pussy exploded with raw pleasure. She shook,
convulsed, and thrust her hips forward, moaning uncontrollably above the din of
cracking trees and fleeing animals. "F-fuck!" Was all that she could
utter, utterly entranced by her larger than life lust.
The spirit continued. Shrinking to the size of Cathy's
thumb did nothing to diminish its ministrations, as it bodily threw itself onto
Cathy's clitoral hood and straddled, humped, stroked and squeezed her throbbing
clit. It made Cathy grow faster than ever, even as she squirmed like a madwoman
and worked her swollen tits.
From a distance, the jungle valley could have been
peaceful, if ones camera did not pick up the ear-piercing cries of erotic want.
When Cathy's golden hair thrust above the endless green canopy, however, the
jig was up. The curvaceous giantess burst into view and put next month's issue
of National Geographic into R-ratings.
The sudden transition from green and brown hues of the
undergrowth to blue sky and magnificent mountains made Cathy blink rapidly to
reorient herself. Her continually rising sex drive made it difficult, as it
bubbled up and up in a vicious cycle that left her unable to distinguish one
orgasm from the next. What was she even doing here? It all seemed blurry, but she
forced herself to sit up on her elbows - which tore up palm trees the size of
toothpicks around her - and get a grip.
The abandoned village was visible nearby, a single
clearing surrounded on all sides by the jungle. It sat on an elevated piece of
land: A ridge that rose up sharply to a majestic mountain that even Cathy had
not yet outgrown. Smoke rose from the summit, which was no summit at all: The
top of the mountain was a caldera, a depression into the mountain like a god
had scooped out the topmost layer of rock. At its bottom laid a slumbering lake
of molten magma.
That's when a sharp, sudden pain shook Cathy out of
her blissed-out sight-seeing. The spirit thrust a dagger of ice against her
sizzling hot pussy, or so it would seem, though nothing physical of the sort
was in sight. Cathy spread her legs wide - flattening another section of the
forest - and feverishly combed her loins with sight and touch for the evil
spirit.
It did not hide. However, due to the sheer difference
in scale, the smokey figure appeared as nothing but a dot the length of Cathy's
fingernail. And yet its touch felt so acute that their roles might as well have
been reversed. The spirit sat below Cathy's clit, still, pressing its face into
her folds and lapping up her copious excitement.
Something had changed. Cathy felt the fires in her
loins flare up once more, but they grew cold and hard. She shuddered and
tensed, snapping for air as the spirit ate her out with malevolent intent.
"No, stop that," she said, feebly, and tried to pinch her fingers
around the spirit.
The inhuman tongue kept torturing Cathy's most
sensitive bumps, lips working with increasingly wet sounds. The reason soon
became obvious: The spirit was growing. Swelling, expanding, filling out, the
tiny dot regressed through its previous diminishment, lying across Cathy's
pubic mound with its head buried in her folds as it grew to the size of a doll
once more, of a cat, all the way up to personhood... Though this time that
person was a towering goddess of a woman, hundreds of feet tall. The spirit's
round, enviable ass slid up against Cathy's face, its own sopping cunt leaving
its mark on her face as it hungrily pushed beyond the brief 69-position, to
outsize the blonde giantess herself and to pillow her massive, coal-black
breasts around Cathy's hips.
The great weight drove the air from Cathy's lungs and
the chill made her limbs weak. She pushed at the growing spirit, but its plump
thighs simply refused to move. "Stop!" She snapped for breath and
received only wood smoke in return, sending her coughing and shaking. The
adrenaline, and the chill of the spirit's tongue, at least dispelled the haze
of lust from her mind.
The spirit seemed to eat her out forever. Cathy saw
its growing body pass above her head: Its gushing cunt; its plump belly, sans
navel; the beginning of its cavernous cleavage. The journey ended only when
Cathy had shrunk to the length of the spirit's expressionless mask. It raised
its head, eyes glittering with emerald delight, and looked down upon her opponent,
a weak figure that it could easily smother between its immense tits. Its tongue
came out again, probing at the air like a snake.
Crushing hopelessness filled Cathy. At least it numbed
the knowledge that the monster would soon suck her dry, or fill her, whatever
it wanted to do. She tried to raise herself up, but her arms buckled behind
her. What did that crazy witchdoctor say?
It would take over the earth? Cathy snorted. What use does such a big monster even have for the Earth at that size?
The tongue made of solid smoke lowered towards her. It
seemed to fray at the ends, as if leaking out of holes in its shape. The
chilling tongue-tip touched her knee and slowly slid up her naked body, an
unconcerned victory lap for the evil spirit.
So Cathy kicked it.
"Think I'll just lie down and die?" she spat
and smiled grimly at the spirit as it retracted in shock. "Fuck you."
The spirit rose up in apparent confusion. Then its
green eyes grew hard and dull, and it raised an enormous fist to strike.
The volcano rumbled then, a deep, rolling sound that
humbled even the giantesses' ground-pounding movements. A voice followed:
"Do you hear that, o Spirit?" It was Muma, speaking as if he stood
straight by Cathy's ear. "It is your father the Earth, here to judge you. Here
to swallow you." The volcano shook once more, and an explosion of bright
orange fired into the air from within the mountain. It lit the single figure
standing at the lip of the crater from the back: The witchdoctor.
The spirit whirled around to face him and met his
challenge with an unholy scream. She
rose to her full height, her movement seeming to run in slow motion purely
because of her size, and stood towering above the jungle. The mountain still
forced her to look up, but with every slow, inexorable step towards Muma, she
grew taller, curvier, and more terrifying.
The witchdoctor might just have bought Cathy five more
minutes to live, but her limbs still felt like they were made of jelly. Powered
by an unstable cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins, Cathy dragged herself to
her feet. "What are you doing?" She called. "You couldn't stop
me, there's no way in hell you'll stop her. Just run, man!"
Muma remained resolute atop the mountain. He held his
arms up high, as he invoked the great forces below. "You are a guest in
this world, o Spirit. Your attempt to gain a permanent foothold is a
transgression that cannot go unpunished." The mountain met the spirit's
thundering footsteps with rumbling quakes, the combined seismic forces shaking
the remains of the village apart.
Still the spirit kept coming.
Cathy grit her teeth. "Damn you both," she
murmured and took a step forward. She managed not to fall. I won't do any good at this size. Cathy stroked her chest with a
testing finger and felt a few sputters of her inner fire return. It dispelled
the worst of the chill. She seized her hard, pink nipple and felt herself rise
a few feet into the air. Alright, that's
a start.
By now, the gigantic spirit had reached the summit,
leaning forward over the sharp slope of the volcano with its feet digging deep
trenches into the base of the mountain. The monster had crossed a threshold,
becoming a mile-tall titantess, and it forced Muma to crane his neck to meet
its unwavering gaze. Fingers the size of palace towers wrapped around the lip
of the caldera and sent house-sized fragments of rock tumbling down into the
pit of magma. If the spirit could laugh, it certainly would have done so.
"This is for my people." Muma said, and
glanced past the city-sized nightmare in front of him to meet Cathy's gaze.
There was a smile on his face, but it was not a happy one. "For all
people. Even you."
Muma let his arms drop.
The top of the mountain exploded with rock and lava,
fire given form erupting high into the air and spraying across the coal-black
goddess.
The spirit recoiled, hissing in pain and anger, and
staggered back from the bleeding mountain.
The volcano belched enough smoke to rival even the
spirit and traced a myriad lines of fire through the air as the earth's fury
fired upon it.
Even at the distance - though small in giantess terms
- Cathy felt the heat flush her face. She held up her arms in front of her and
shielded herself behind the looming form of the shadowy spirit. Muma, you god damn maniac!
The spirit's terrifying roar resounded across the
entirety of the jungle. Its shape seemed to flicker, as smoke poured from
several holes in its otherworldly skin. Then it stomped the base of the volcano
so hard that the eruption sputtered and died.
"No!" Muma's voice rang out. It was no
longer strong and clear - barely audible, in fact, as his frail figure emerged
from under a sheltering rock on the mountain. "The fire killed you. It
should have..." He wrung his hands, staring up at the wounded giantess
with naked fear. "Did I act prematurely? Is it not physical enough
yet?"
"Find cover, you fool!" Cathy shouted. She
redoubled her efforts at growing, hands working frantically and making her
pussy swell and squirt anew. She was only as tall as the spirit's knee, but she
her pace was accelerating and the spirit's substance leaked out into the air
from several wounds.
There was no cover to find. The spirit did not give
Muma a second chance: It swung at the tiny witchdoctor and left a handprint the
size of a public square that indented the mountainside several dozen feet
inwards.
Cathy failed to suppress her gasp.
The spirit regarded its handiwork with detached
interest, flexed its fingers. Then it turned, slowly, towards its remaining
adversary.
Cathy's blood froze. She did not even dare breathe.
And yet... What could she do? The monster had already defeated her once. She
barely reached its waist - there was no time left to catch up, no distractions.
Cathy made herself fill her lungs with air - perhaps her last - and put her
arms down her sides. There was just one course of action left. What did Muma just say..?
"Alright, you oversized bitch," Cathy said.
Her voice trembled less than she would have thought. "Let's get it over
with." She raised her arms, as if for an embrace, and waited.
The spirit paused for an instant, considering what new
ploy this might be. But what threat could the little blonde girl possibly pose
against it? The emerald eyes flashed once, and then it bent down to scoop Cathy
up. It held her against its huge, smothering breasts and kissed her.
Cathy shuddered violently as the shadow's essence
invaded her body. A numbing chill filled her lungs and spread out across her
torso. She felt its long tongue down her throat, an unpleasant sensation of
something not quite there. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open, to avoid
falling into the spirit's endless abyss.
The titanic spirit slowly dwindled in size, as the
smoke that whirled around inside it flowed into Cathy's mouth - the trifle that
leaked through its wounds, to be spread by the wind, was insignificant in
comparison. Cathy's skin began to blacken in places, forming swirling patterns
as wild and chaotic as the smoke itself. They met the sky-blue markings made by
the witchdoctor and blended with the color until only an ash-grey remained.
Cathy felt trees below her feet once more, as the
spirit had shrunk to her size. It's grip on her had slacked - yet its mere
touch rendered her arms as powerless as a blade of grass.
The emerald eyes flared one last time, then the spirit
disappeared fully inside Cathy's body. It was finished.
She felt herself slip away, as if falling into a great
slumber. She knew that she would never wake up again. "Alright," she
forced herself to say, fighting for every word. "Now you're as physical as
you can be. So let's see how you like the heat now." She took a step
forward, legs feeling like lead.
There was a great turmoil inside her, an unbearable
pressure behind her eyes. Wisps of smoke trailed out her nose and mouth. "You'll die!" something screamed
at her. "Foolish vessel!"
"And I'll take you with me." Cathy whispered
through her teeth. The volcanic eruption might have passed, but the scorching
hot lava remained. She dragged herself up the mountain, suffering the
occasional spasm, and thrust her face into the bubbling pit.
Pain. More pain than she had ever imagined. Then the
heat melted it away, scorching her marked skin clean, and she heard a scream of
rage inside her ears. She slipped into a great darkness...
Her heart beat.
Cathy opened her eyes and saw nothing. She heard
someone breathing, a shallow, belabored breath. There was heat beneath her and
a faint smell of incense.
The nothingness resolved itself into shades of black.
A horizontal line moved.
Cathy found herself standing on in the shadow of a
mountain, far bigger than any she knew of on the planet. The lack of color made
it impossible to make out any details.
There was another breath, and the ground moved beneath
her feet. A green light lit up behind her.
Cathy turned to see the emerald eyes and instantly
knew where she was. On the spirit's breast, looking up a mountainous nipple. It
was gigantic, even compared to what it had been. But the fight had gone out of
its inhuman eyes, and it visibly struggled to lift its head from the ground to
see Cathy.
Cathy balled up her fists. "So. You have me. Is
it everything you hoped for?"
The spirit did not make any reply. Cathy realized that
it was wounded, still: Red light shone from gashes in its skin, slashed across
shoulder and chest. Out trickled hot, glowing lava, trailing slow rivers down
the black titaness' form.
"Well. At least you're less aggressive in that
state." Cathy opened her fists again. "Is this how we'll spend the
rest of time? You don't look in any state to destroy mankind, at least."
Something odd happened at the lava's passing from the
spirit's wounds. It's surface was replaced with color, fair skin - as human as
Cathy's own - replacing the blackness like streaks of paint.
"Talk to me, damn it!" Cathy took a step
forward. "You attacked me, hurt me, maybe you killed me, or I killed you.
At least have the balls to respond!" Anger flashed across her face and
Cathy took another step forward.
The mask seemed closer than before, a lot more than it
should. Cathy pressed on. With every step down the endless curve of the
spirit's breast, she rose in height, until she could reach out and touch the
spirit's face.
Cathy pushed her fingers through the eye-holes of the
mask and pulled.
The emerald lights shone, flickered, then finally went
out with a final burst of sickly green that burnt the afterimage onto Cathy's
retina.
Her vision blurred, and she blinked rapidly to see
again. Something was changing, like up and down decided to swing around and
smack her into an unseen ceiling. Then her eyes cleared and she saw herself
lying on her back, floating in a sea of nothing.
But Cathy was not just Cathy. The mask was in her
hands, eyes now empty, and her body was blacker than the darkest night.
Gigantic. But the burning wounds along her skin brought color to her naked
self, her white skin returning in messy brush-strokes along with remnants of
the blue and black tattoos that had danced across her skin in the time since
she had entered the village.
Cathy look up and saw a spot of blue sky hanging above
her. A perfect circle, a window out of this terrible, black dimension. She
needed only to will herself to grow to reach it. She smiled, and reached for
the sky...
The rush of water by her ear was the first sound of
the humid jungle to reach her ear. Then the rest came flooding back, the wind
in her hair and the animals across the valley. The sun baked her skin and
dispelled the any remaining chill in her bones.
Cathy sat up.
She was gigantic.
Bigger than the spirit had ever been, or could have hoped to be: Her body
stretched far beyond the valley, her ass alone filling the space between the
mountains with pleasant, feminine curves. She laid with her head by the volcano
that had destroyed the spirit and herself, though now she could end the
fearsome mountain with a single lick.
She was a goddess.
"I'll be damned..." Cathy smiled, beside
herself, as her mind flooded with possibilities and power. So many things that
she did not believe possible, or could even imagine, were laid out before her
like tools before an artist. She waved her hand over the mountain, which
reassembled itself as her command. The tiny, tiny figure of Muma materialized
on the summit, while the rest of his village reappeared on the slope.
Muma looked around in confusion, then looked up, and
up, and up... And fell on his ass when he finally caught Cathy's endless brown
eyes.
She laughed softly and rested her head on her elbow.
"It's okay, you can take a break. Start worshipping me later." She
waved fingers at him and looked back to the verdant jungle all around her. Her
own lush, sexually charged body fed it new strength and energy, her overly
copious milk and cunt-juices trailing along the curve of her skin and creating
several new rivers along through the forest.
Cathy smiled wryly. "Don't take too long, though.
Everybody should get to see how big a goddess can really grow, though..."