Trisha and Sally’s Rampage
Ripstang200


Trisha stood in front of her full length mirror admiring the way her cute low cut baby tee hugged her over developed round chest. The shirts stretchy material hugged her grapefruit sized breasts as she turned from side to side modeling her cute little outfit in front of her full length mirror. The tiny white half shirt was cut extra low allowing her deep tanned cleavage to over flow and be on display. The baby tee just covered her ample bosom leaving her strong flat stomach exposed. Trisha’s little bellybutton ring sparkled as she moved from side to side still admiring the way her toned body looked in the mirror. Turning slowly she saw how cute her little bubble butt looked in her new black mini skirt. She loved how the skirts material felt stretched over her curvy round bottom. Her long raven black hair was pulled up in a tight bun and only a few stray strands spiraled down in front of her big beautiful brown doe eyes. She reapplied a thick coat of lip gloss to her thick, soft pink lips as she heard a car pull into the driveway. “It must be Sally,” she thought stuffing the little black lip gloss container into her deep cleavage for storage. Trisha quickly grabbed her black boots and slide her little white socked feet into them. As she laced up the boots she admired the way her silky tanned legs looked. They seamed endless thanks to her giant knee high black boots. She always felt so powerful when she wore them. The boots were very tight fitting and the extra weight of the chunky soles made her feel unstoppable. Almost like she was wearing two lead wrecking balls instead of boots.

She remembered the first time she put them on in the shoe store at the local mall. She remembered the short fat salesman that helped her that day as well. He was an older slightly balding man, maybe in his late 30's early 40's. He knelt down in front of her as he unlaced her almost new tennis sneakers. She remembered him sliding the sneaker off and the way the cool air felt surrounding her damp sweety socked foot. Trisha put her hand on the salesman’s fat soft shoulder to keep her balance. She watched the chubby little man carefully remove the shoes one at a time. He gently guided her foot out of the sneakers with his fat trembling hands. She remembered how the mans extra soft touch tickled her soles when he ran them along her damp warm socks.

“Don’t want you trying on these new boots with wrinkled socks,” He said nervously as he adjusted her sock with his unsteady hand. He partly closed his eyes as his shaky hands ran from toe to heel over her damp sock. She found it odd as the man handled her little foot with such care. Most salesmen would just stand there trying to stare down her shirt or try to make small talk, like she would ever give them the time of day. This man was different, he went above and beyond the call of duty. Something about the man was creepy though. It was true that most men acted a little weird in her presence, but this guy was extra creepy like that guy from that movie Psycho creepy. Trisha felt he was defiantly over stepping his bounds as a salesman but she sort of felt bad for him in a weird way. He had probably never been this close to a girl as hot as Trisha, and well, she really couldn’t blame him for acting the way he did.

“How about a fresh pair of socks ma’am,” the round, sweety, man smiled up at her with his pudgy red face. Her body tingled and goose bumps appeared on her arms and legs as a cold chill shrieked down her spine. Although the man was obviously getting off on handling her feet, it did feel good and she felt like a queen from the extra attention she was getting. Besides what harm was it to her if he got his jollies playing around with her stinky sweety feet. That’s as far as she would ever let things go and she did feel bad for the poor slob. He probably never got laid in his entire life. The man pulled a new pair of socks from a plastic bag and gently began putting them on Trisha’s warm smooth feet. His shaky hands slowly traveled the leanght of her bare foot before he finally slipped the fresh sock on. He might as well be handling a priceless crystal egg from Tiffany’s, she thought as he gently lowered her foot into the boot. The cubby man gently lifted her booted foot and rested it high on his knee. He took his time making sure he laced her boots extra tight.

“Wouldn’t want you turning your ankle,” he said smiling up at her again. Trisha only imagined what was going through his perverted mind as his chubby little face store up at hers. She new his type, she had seen sites on the internet devoted to the worship of woman’s feet. She could tell he was enjoying himself by the growing bulge in the front of his chinos.

He was probably imagining his fat lips gently kissing the top of her naked foot. Trisha bet he would probably love it if she pushed him to the ground. She would be all rough with him to. As he slammed down on his back she would put her stinky foot directly over his fat little face.

“Lick it you pathetic piece of shit,” Trisha would order him. His fat little tongue would dart out and touch the under side of her soft pink foot. She would spread her toes wide as he toke his time wiggling his slimy little tongue in and out between them. She could imagine how her sweety little toes would taste after walking threw the Mall all morning. Probably salty, like the way your skin tastes if your in the hot sun all afternoon. Not wanting him to miss a spot Trisha would shove the front of her foot into his fat mouth and let his saliva coat her pretty pink toes. She would wiggle her toes around in his mouth and wrestle his fat tongue. His slug like tongue would then trace the underside of her toes like he was a pianist playing each ivory key of a finely tuned piano. Trisha’s whole body would tingle with the attention her little foot was getting. His trembling hands would rub and massage at her foot as he sucked her toes deep into his mouth. He would even gag as Trisha forcefully jammed her foot further in his mouth. Not being able to stand it any longer Trisha would then slowly hike up her tiny black skirt. His beady little eyes would widen as she pulled her pink thong to the side revealing a perfect pouting pussy.

“Bet you want some of this fat man,” She would tease running her long fingers length wise between her puckered lower lips. The soft pink skin glistened from moister as she slowly tugged on her plump lips. No way would she let him near her beautiful pussy, that’s just fucking sick to even think about she thought. He is fucking gross she thought to herself as she slowly teased her clit. She would keep him down at her feet where a good man should be. Trisha would give him a real eyeful as her slender fingers on her right hand parted the two thick pussy lips. She would hold them open spread eagle teasing the fat little man as she stood over him. The light pink skin dripped with sweat tasting woman juice. His foot stuffed mouth was over flowing with drool now. Trisha laughed as the man used his sleeve to clean his face. One foot tucked into a tight black boot beside his head and the other wedged in the fat assess warm mouth. Slowly she would slide her index finger into the wet open slit. The warm juices would swallow up her fingers just like the fat mans mouth swallowed the front of her perfectly manicured foot.

“You want to touch it, huh, you want to touch my pretty pussy,” Trisha would tease him as he reached up from his back. His short arms would leave his goal just out of reach.

“Oh, no, none for you fat man, this pussy is for cute men only”. “Your lucky I’m letting you suck my little toes,” she would tell him. Did he know what some men out there would do to be in his position right now?

“Oh yeah fat man suck my foot,” she’d say digging her fingers deeper in her dripping vagina. Trisha’s swollen clit would ache to be touched again. Her slick fingers disappeared deeper into the moist soft pink slit. She could hear the fat man’s breathing becoming erratic as she gently fingered her erect clit with her opposite hand. Slowly at first. In tight clockwise circles but then as the pace quickened more of an up, down motion. God it would feel good masturbating while her feet where getting tended to she thought still in a dream like trance. She’d bite her lower lip and take a deep breath in through her slightly parted lips. Holding it in as a surge shoot through her sweety trembling body. She would exhale forcefully, and scream like a wild animal as her whole body vibrated in a eye crossing orgasm. Trisha would then sit down on the fat man’s round belly with her long fingers still inserted in her overflowing pussy. His blue dress shirt becoming damp under her leaky pussy. Taking her time recovering from the big “O” she would slowly pull her cum drenched fingers out of her tight sweat spot. She would then pull her pink panties back over her dripping pubic mound before extracting her wet foot from the fat man’s disgusting slimy mouth. Her little toes shined from the mans saliva. And the cool air tickled her foot as it surrounded her wet skin.

“Good job fat man,” she would tell him. “Here’s a quick taste of my pussy,” she would whisper in a sexy voice to the man as she jammed her saturated slender fingers into his gasping mouth. His mouth would suck every last drop of her juice from her fingers as she wiggled them in his mouth. Trisha would then stand up. Stepped back she would laugh as she noticed the fat mans little teepee in the front of his pants.

“Is somebody excited, “ she’d mock stepping down on his erect little penis with her sopping wet barefoot. She would feel his member bend and fold over as she applied more pressure to it. He would grunt and moan either in pleasure or in pain but Trisha wouldn’t really care if he felt discomfort. He would probably think she was jacking him off as she wiped his saliva off her foot using his stiff pant tent. He was actully nothing more to her then a napkin at the moment. After drying her foot off on the front of his pants Trisha would simply put her other boot on and leave him lying in the middle of the store with a raging hard on.

“Thanks for the boots fat man,” she’d wave as she left the store.

“So how do you like them,” she was awoken from her daydream by the salesman’s whiny voice. His fat rosy red cheeks lifted high as he smiled at the beauty with his yellowing teeth. Sweet began to form at the salesman’s wrinkled red forehead as he finished lacing up the boots. Trisha got a tingling that shot up her spine and down her arms to her well manicured little fingertips as the salesman gently lowered her booted foot to the ground like it was a ticking time bomb. The chunky heels made her an extra six inches tall, which Trisha loved since she was only 5'4” in her bare feet. The salesman stayed on his knee trying to hide his stiff dick as Trisha admired her new boots in the shoe store’s full length mirror. She could have sworn, that out of the corner of her eye she saw the chubby man stuffing her old used socks into his pants pocket as she admired her new boots. His little beady black eyes stayed glued to her as she walked back and forth getting a good feel for her chunky black boots. She could only imagine the dirty thoughts running through his twisted little mind. What he had in store for her stinky used sweet socks? He would probably put them on a cheeseburger and eat them she laughed to herself.

“They look great,” his unsteady voice told her as he pushed himself off the ground. His bulge had calmed down a bit but she noticed it hindered him to walk. Trisha nodded her head in approval, they did look great she thought to herself. Her muscular legs looked extra long and sexy in the new boots and she could tell the salesman liked them to by the way he store at them. His eyes stayed focused on her boots and feet more then her sexy young body. The fat little man positioned himself behind her as she modeled her foot ware in the mirror. From the reflection in the mirror she saw his chubby red face appear over her left shoulder. She felt gigantic compared to the short little man. He had to crane his fat little neck to just peer over her shoulder.

“Want me to wrap them up for you ma’am or are you going to wear them home,” he smiled his yellow tooth grin at her again. The honking from Sally’s horn woke her from her daydream. With one last look in the mirror she gave her heavy boobs a quick adjustment then made her way downstairs.

“Oh no, no way, you get upstairs and change that outfit immediately,” Trisha’s father insisted as she made her way down the squeaky wooden staircase in her revealing outfit. His breath reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes. His words came out all slow and slurred, as he yelled at her from the bottom of the stairs. All her life he was on her case about something, she thought. It was hard for her to leave the house with out him attacking her with his vicious words and mean put downs. Maybe that’s why her mother up and left his sorry ass in the first place. She new as soon as she could save up enough money for an apartment she was out of there. How could her mother be so cruel as to leave her with this awful man. Trisha often thought about this as she was growing up. Her hate for her father was only second to the hate she felt toward her mother for abandoning her like that. As the years passed the hate for both her mother and father grew as he would brutally attack her with insults and put downs. Even now that she was 18 her dad constantly harassed her about her choice in clothing, her choice in friends, and even about her part time job at Cricket’s. Cricket’s was the local Gentlemen’s club located on the other side of town. After all she wasn’t a dancer like her friend Sally, she was a cocktail waitress. Never once did she take off her cloths for money and besides she only dress like that to earn bigger tips. Her dad would have never known about her job either, but he just so happened to stop in for a quick drink one Friday evening while she was working. She remembered he had made such a scene after seeing her at the club. Not only did he totally embarrass her in front of everybody but he also got himself roughly escorted to the exit by two large sharply dressed bouncers.

“Are you listening to me, I said march yourself back up those stairs and change immediately young lady,” his voice grew more force full with his second warning.

“You can’t tell me what to do any more daddy, I am eighteen now and,” her father cut her off mid sentence.

“I can’t tell you what to do,” he screamed right in her face. His breath made her cute little nose wrinkle in disgust as he continued to bark at her. “As long as you are living in my house I can tell you anything I want,” he insisted sticking out his thick chest a bit. He was a big man at 6'3" and he knew he could intimidate his much smaller daughter. His rugged frame blocked her from exiting the stair well as he store into her pretty little face with such anger. He was still taller then her as he stood flat footed at the stairs landing and she stood on the first step with her elevated boots. Trisha tightly closed her eyes and slightly turned her head as her father spat his insults at her. His beer breath was over whelming as he belittled his 18 year old daughter.

“You fucking little tramp, you dress just like that whore Sally you hang around with,” he said referring to her friend that was waiting impatiently out in the driveway. After all the years of verbal abuse she built up a somewhat of a tolerance to it, but the old man always found a new way to get under her skin.

“Well that whore said that you used to be a frequent visitor at her club,” she snapped back trying to be as intimidating as her petite 5'4" body would let her. “She also told me you can’t keep your hands off her when you go there,” she teased him. “Sally even told me you tried to pick her up one night after she gave you a private lap dance”. “Why do you think she sits out there in her car to wait for me, you fucking pervert,” she said pushing her way past him to the front door.

“You get back in this house this instant young lady,” Trisha’s father yelled to her as she slammed the big wooden door closed behind her. She new that in a matter of seconds her asshole father would be cashing her out to the front porch to continue his unrelenting attack. He always did. Matter of fact Trisha couldn’t remember the last time she left the house with out her father insulting her. As she made her way down the uneven front steps toward Sally’s red mustang she heard the front door slam and her fathers all to familiar screaming.

“There’s no way any daughter of mine is going to leave this house looking like such a little whore,” he shook his fist in the air over his head. “You turn around right now young lady and listen to your father,” he stopped yelling as Trisha turned around. Finally he thought, she was finally going to listen to him for once. With that his daughter extended her middle finger and waved it slowly side to side to insult him.

“Bye, bye, daddy, don’t wait up,” she mocked him with a crooked little smile as she quickly hoped into her friends car.

“Well that was heart warming,” Sally joked as she revved the cars powerful eight cylinder engine. She quickly released the clutch sending the tires into a grip less, smoking, spin. Trisha’s father watched as the red Mustang left dual black rubber streaks down his driveway and out into the street.

“Ahhhhh, he is such an asshole,” Trisha told her cute blonde friend. Trisha and Sally had been best friends since they where little kids. The two where inseparable from the time they met. If Trisha dated a guy Sally dated his friend and if Sally bought a new outfit Trisha was there shopping with her.

“I can’t wait till we get our apartment so I never have to see my father again,” Trisha said while she pulled down the cars visor. The busty brunette reached into her overflowing cleavage with her right hand and pulling out her black lip gloss container. She used the mirror on the back of the visor to applied another coat of gloss to her already glistening thick lips.

“I don’t know how you can stand living there,” Sally said while she reached for her pack of cigarettes on the dashboard. She lit the long slender white cigarette and toke a big drag as she rolled down the window with her left hand. Holding the smoke in she said “I would have fucking killed him by now”. She quickly exhaled filling the front seat up with a thin cloud of white smoke. The sexy blonde placed the cigarette back between her thick blood red lips and let it dangle from her mouth like the Marlboro man. “I’d put like half a fucking bottle of liquid drain-o in his beer when he wasn’t looking, then I’d bury his fat ass out in the back yard and then take a huge steamy shit on his fucking grave for good measure,” Sally laughed at the thought.

“Oh God,” Trisha laughed at her friends story. “I used to imagine that one day I would be bigger then him and that he would have to listen to me,” she told her friend. “I would make him eat ever word he has ever said to me”. “Every insult, every stupid little comment about my friends, my cloths, anything”. “Ahhhh” she yelled in frustration. “I wish I could shrink him down to the size of a bug and lock him up in my little jewelry box,” she told Sally.

Sally toke another big drag from her slender cigarette and released another cloud of smoke into the air. “I would crush him under my thumb just like this,” Sally told Trisha as she placed her thumb a few inches over Trisha bare thigh. Sally slowly lowered her thumb while she pretended to crush her little father under it. “Oh, no please don’t crush me, I’ll be good,” Sally acted out the scene as Trisha burst into laughter.

“I don’t know how you can smoke all them cigarette’s and still have enough wind to shake your fat ass on stage all night,” Trisha joked with her as she grabbed the cigarette from her red lips. Sally’s ass wasn’t fat at all. In fact it was just as nice as Trisha’s. It bubbled out just a enough to hold up a pair of pants with out using a belt. Trisha leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes and toke a long slow drag of the smoke herself.

“Well I figure a month or so and I will have my half of the money for our apartment,” she said tilting her head up blowing out small white smoke rings. “How much have you saved,” she asked Sally handing the cigarette back to her friends waiting hand.

“Well umm,” Sally said nervously. Trisha already new what her friends answer would be but she asked just to make Sally feel guilty.

“You haven’t saved anything have you,” Trisha said turning in her seat to face her friend. Her disappointed face said it all.

“Well, umm, well, this cars expensive, and well umm, I pay my parents rent money, and,” Sally kept fishing for an excuse as Trisha slouched back in her seat like a mad little kid. She new Sally would never save up enough money for a place. Every cent the girl earned was spent on something outrageously expensive, like hundred dollar lipstick imported from Japan, designer jeans, leather pocketbooks, sports cars, it was always something. Trisha new if she was going to get out of her fathers house she would have to save up the money and find a place by herself.

As the girls entered the dark smoke filled strip club they split off in separate directions. Trisha stayed straight and went toward the main bar while Sally toke her first left and disappeared into the dancers dressing room. Trisha’s grapefruit sized breast bounced and swayed in rhythm with the thumping house music. Her boobs where very firm for the size but the kid sized half shirt and her thin lace bra gave her ample bust little support. She felt like a goddess as she passed by all the club goers in her powerful black boots. Trisha could feel the men’s eyes all over her hot eighteen year old body as she walked confidently to her post at the bar. She wiggled her little ass and stuck out her chest to amplify its size as she walked by all the ogling buffoons. Trisha ignored the cat calls and made no eye contact with any of the club goers knowing that made them want her more, and that equaled more tips at the end of the night.

Back in the dressing room Sally was busy putting on her make-up. The leggy blonde sat in front of her big wooden make-up table staring into the oversized, wooden framed, mirror that hung just above it. She was applying a heavy coat of jet black mascara to her long thick eyelashes. Her sky blue eyes where outlined with a generous coat of black eyeliner, and her blood red lips shined from a fresh application of her expensive imported lipstick. She was not as pretty as her friend who was out serving drinks but she was still a real head turner. She stood at a statuesque 5'9" in her bare feet, but she was a giant 6'3" in her long white stripper boots with the 6" stiletto heels. She loved how she towered over most of the men in the club. She got a real kick out of them staring up at her as her long slender frame as she passed them by. The bigger the heel she wore the more confident and sexy she felt. If she could have bought 12" heels she would have. Sally dressed in a tight white latex tube top that squished her perky average sized breasts together giving her an extra bit of cleavage. Her muscular stomach shined from the body oil she had just applied and her deep little bellybutton was topped off with a sparkling diamond belly ring. Sally’s short latex micro skirt clung to her hips like saran wrap over a piece of leftover chicken. Her hot pink thong straps peaked out over the top of her skirt and outlined her high boney hips. Standing up she hiked up her short skirt making it even shorter. She rolled the bottom of the skirt up to reveal the small pink triangle that made up her underwear from below. Sally gave herself a quick once over in the mirror and headed toward the stage.

“Trisha, I need to talk to you right now, come back to my office” she heard a deep scratchy mono toned voice say from behind her.

“Oh that voice,” she though as she put her waitress tray down on the bar top. That voice sent shivers down her entire body every time she heard it. It was never excited, never upset, just stayed at one level the whole time he spoke. The little hairs on her arms and the back of her neck would stand on end any time he spoke to her. Trisha’s face was met with a cloud of thick, stinky, blue, cigar smoke as she turned to face her employer, Mr. Cricket, Trisha waved her hand briskly in front of her face trying to clear the thick blueish smoke from her stinging, watery, eyes. She coughed as the thinning smoke choked her by polluting the air. At first she only saw his out line but as the blue smoke cleared more she saw his scowling round face. Cricket was an aging, obese, hideous slob of a man who happened to have some of the most lucrative businesses in town. His fat round body was always covered in the most expensive suits money could buy and he was always puffing on a big thick brown Cuban cigar. His appearance reminded her of Boss Hogg from that old Dukes of Hazard show she used to watch as a kid but his disposition was that of a pissed off badger. His eyes where as black as a sharks and his rotten teeth where capped with pure gold fillings. Where his neck would be was three thick rolls of pimply fat that stuck out passed his wrinkled, wort filled chin and disappeared into his expensive royal blue shirt. Cricket’s black eyes slowly traced the generous curves of his favorite employee as he sucked in a big puff of his Cuban. Trisha felt like vomiting as she could only imagine what kind of impure thoughts raced through his fat head. She was mind fucked on a daily basis by the hideous man.

“Follow me,” he said blowing another thick cloud of smoke at her beautiful face.

Trisha closed the big mahogany door behind her as she entered Crickets office. She sat down in a small wobbly armless wooden chair in front of Crickets big expensive oak desk Her fat boss reclined in his big soft leather chair and kicked his short legs up onto his messy desk. He let out another thick cloud of smoke over his head before he spoke.

“I hear your looking for a place to stay,” his thick raspy voice made her shiver. “Sounds like you and your old man don’t get along so good,” he toke another big drag from his stinky cigar. “Tell you what,” he exhaled. “Work for me as a dancer on Friday and Saturday nights and I will let you stay in one of my apartments across town”. Trisha new exactly which apartments he meant. It was a brand new luxury apartment complex in one of the nicest parts of town. The units where huge, with high cathedral ceilings, hardwood floors, and a terrific view of the Pacomic river. She remembered reading about the complex in a local real estate publication a week earlier.

“Well, Mr. Cricket, I’m flattered you would do that for me but,” she said with a sigh.

“But nothing, its yours if you want it,” He sat up in his chair shocked that she would even think about refusing his generous offer.

“I just don’t want to be a dancer, that’s all,” she said innocently. “but I will work full time as a waitress if,” he cut her off mid sentence.

“Are you half an idiot or are you a complete idiot,” he said slamming his pudgy fist on his desk. His voice was for the first time not mono toned. “I am offering you the opportunity of a lifetime here, and your telling me you don’t want to do it because your afraid of dancing,” his voice was filled with anger. “Look at you,” he said pointing at her chest with his big thick cigar. “That body of yours was made for adult entertainment”. Cricket slouched back in his over stuffed chair. “I tell you something missy, you have a lot more going for you then every girl out their,” he tried a new angle seeing she didn’t react well to his yelling. “Your young, your smart, your sexy,” he told her. “Just think about it”. “I wouldn’t give any other girl out there a opportunity like this,” he said pointing out to the club with his smoking cigar. “But you,” he nodded his fat head. “ I like you, your special, you have the goods,” he said pointing to her again.

“I’m sorry,” she told him bowing her head like a scared puppy dog. “I just don’t want to take off my clothes in front of all those guys,” her big doe eyes started to tear up.

“Well to tell you the truth sugar, I don’t really need any more part time waitresses”. “Matter of fact the other girls are a bit jealous of you and all the tips you make serving drinks,” Trisha cut him off.

“So are you firing me because I won’t dance,” her voice was unsteady from the anger she was trying to hold back.

“Fire you,” Crickets scratchy laugh made her cringe. “No, no,” he leaned back and puffed on his cigar. “I’m giving you an option”. “Either accept my offer and be a dancer and live in one of my beautiful apartments or find a new job and stay at home with your daddy,” he smiled at her as he motioned her to leave. “I’ll give you the night to think about it because I like you, now get your tight little ass back out there and get to work” he said while he reached across his desk and gave her tight bottom a slap.

“Gentlemen lets give a warm Cricket’s welcome to are next dancer,” a deep voice said over the club’s rumbling speaker system. “With out further ado, Lib-er-ty,” the announcer introduced Sally to the club goers in his best boxing announcer voice. Sally had used the name Liberty as her stage name ever since she had started dancing about four months ago. She felt it was a great name for such a tall girl like herself and the guys really got a kick out of it. A quick up-beat alternative song blasted over the speakers as Liberty toke the stage. She was a crowd favorite at Cricket’s. Not only for her amazonic statue and incredible looks but for her aggressive personality on stage. Men store in amazement as she swung herself gracefully around the gold plated pole in the center of the roomy half round stage. The stage was surrounded by lush over stuffed red velvet chairs that sat extra low to allow other patrons to get an unobstructed view of the dancers. The seats occupants had to crane their necks to watch the amazon Goddess gyrate her powerful body around the stage. The front row was known as “The Pit”to all the girls. It was short for the “Money Pit”. The seats sat much lower then all the rest in the club and where reserved for the biggest tippers. Dollar bills flooded the stage as Liberty unzipped the front of her white latex halter top. Teasing the men she spun around facing the rear of the stage. Her latex clad ass wiggled in unison to the thumping speakers. With her left arm covering her firm breasts her right arm removed and tossed her skimpy latex top over her left shoulder. The crowd was at the edge of their seats when the amazon beauty turned to face them. She shook her head from side to side and pouted her thick red lips taunting the crowd to cheer louder. Slowly she pulled her arm away baring her perfectly symmetrical breasts to the crowd for an instant. Quickly she covered them up again teasing the club goers some more until they where screaming and yelling with excitement. The crowd erupted in applause as she pulled her arm away from her perky round breasts for good. Working her way across the stage she crouched down in front of a lucky spectator sitting in The Pit. Her knees where directly out in front of her and her knees were closed tight together as she crouched. A well groomed twenty something year old man was waiving a fist full of ones in front of his face as Liberty slowly opened her long muscular legs revealing her tiny pink undies. His eyes lit up as her slender manicured fingers gently rubbed at her covered pubic mound. With her long middle finger she traced the opening of her plump pussy. The thin silky pink material stretched tightly over her vagina giving the spectator a beautiful view of her meaty camel toe. Liberty leaned in closer as the man throw his fist full of bills down on the stage directly in front of her shiny white stiletto boots.

“Why do they call you Liberty,” the man smiled as he yelled up to the blonde amazon beauty.

Laughing loudly at his ridiculous question she just stood up directly in front of him. Why did guys always state the obvious she thought? His seat sat so low his eyes where level with the stage. The man slowly craned his neck taking in every inch of her fit body. Her long golden brown legs sprouted out of the boots and disappeared into her tiny white skirt. Her belly ring sparked from the red, yellow, green, and blue lights that alternated lighting up the stage. Her flat muscular tummy still shined from her body oil and her pert little breast hung high above the seated man. Her long tone arms where stretched high over her head holding a gold plated bar that lined the stages ceiling. The mans neck was aching from the stress he put on it just to get a glimpse of her beautiful face. As he gazed up at the titan sized girl he realized just how stupid his question was. The man nodded his head up and down letting Liberty know he fully understood the reasoning behind her stage name being Liberty. She truly enjoyed the way the men looked up to her like she was some kind of giant. She sometimes imagined she was the same size as Lady Liberty herself as she danced around the stage.

She imagined herself completely naked except for her giant white boots as she walking down the busy city streets. Tiny people scattered like ants to a magnified glass as her giant boot fell from the skies above. Her tremendous footsteps buckled the pavement as dozens of unlucky pedestrians disappeared under them. As her trailing foot lifted high in the air debris from her earlier step fell from the bottom of her giant boot. Flattened cars, twisted traffic lights, crushed bodies, and loose pavement showered down on the crowds below, causing just as much havoc as one of her earth rumbling steps. Car alarms blared from the small shock waves her steps caused. Parked cars hopped and shook from the impact of her massive feet colliding with the ground. People abandoned their vehicles as the giant eighteen year old made her way toward them flattening anything in her path. As another earth shaking foot fall contacted the pavement massive gusts of wind shot out from under her boot sending people, and anything else lighter then an automobile hurling through the air. Liberty laughed as she watched groups of people flee like diseased rats from her massive white boots. She watched as a well built middle-aged man bulled his way threw a crowd of fleeing people. Usually an action such as that would go unnoticed to a woman so massive but the man violently pushed, punched, and kicked a path through the helpless people. A dark shadow cast over the crowd as Liberty stop directly above them. She crouched down getting a better look of the tiny man that pushed, and threw people out of his way. Gently she reached her telephone pole sized fingers into the crowd and snatched up the little trouble maker by the back of his expensive suit jacket. She giggled as her tiny prisoner kick and fought with her fingers to no avail. She could hear tiny squeaks coming from her captive but paid them no mind. Standing up she raised the little man to her eye level for closer examination. His kicks slowed as his little legs tired. To Liberty’s surprise the little man she held by the back of his jacket was the same man sitting in front of her at the club. With a wicked laugh she simply tilted her head back and tossed the kicking man into her huge salivating mouth. Her long tongue pressed the man to the roof of her mouth and she slowly licked his body up and down. The tiny man fought with her tongue as she pushed the man over to her waiting molars. His boney body crunched as she chewed him with a partly open mouth. His body ridged at first quickly softened like a stale piece of gum as she chewed him up.

“Will you marry me,” Liberty was awoken from her day dream as the well groomed man yelled up to her from his seat. With a disgusted look on her face she raised he boot covered foot over his face. Slowly she lowered her boot onto his head and gave him a little shove sending him reclining back in his chair. The man just smiled up at the enraged beauty as she made her way to the next big tipper. “God she thought, I would love to just squash him like a tiny little insect.

Later that night Sally and Trisha where laying back on the hood of Sally’s car sharing a bottle of cheap champagne that Sally had lifted from the club earlier that night. They where parked on a small hill that over looking a huge grassy field. At the back of the field was one of the many rumbling tributaries that feed the Pacomic River.

“I can’t believe that asshole is trying to blackmail you like that,” Sally said taking a big swig of champagne. “That fat fuck has got some nerve, I might fucking go in and quit tomorrow and then kick that fat bastard in his tiny little testicles,” Sally insisted.

“Don’t be crazy Sally, were else in town are you gonna get a job that will make you that much money,” Trisha said. Deep down she new her friend wouldn’t really quit her job at the strip club. She was just trying to console her friend. It was the only gig in town to make that kind of dough, besides Sally’s car payments and expensive life style wouldn’t allow her to walk away from a job like that.

“Anyway I’m thinking about doing it, you know,” Trisha paused for a second. “You know be a dancer,” she said bashfully.

“You should girl, with a body like that, you’d drive the men nuts, I could show you a few moves and girl,” Sally clapped her hands together. “ You could make so much money,” Sally encouraged her friend. “We could do a girl on girl show and everything,” she said handing Trisha the half empty bottle of champagne.

“I, I’m just nervous that’s all, what if someone I know comes in the club,” Trisha said before taking a pull from the bottle.

“Oh God Trisha,” she said empathetically. “You get used to it real quick, and besides your dad has come in and seen me shaking my shit,” she joked trying to ease the tension. “It’s no big deal,” she said grabbing the bottle from Trisha.

“So a girl on girl show you say, huh, I new you where a fucking lesbian,” Trisha joked as she pulled the bottle away from Sally spilling a sip of champagne on her shirt.

“You little fucking bitch,”Sally laughed wiping her stained chest. Trisha tilted the bottle back as Sally jumped on top of her pinning her friends arms to the hood. The champagne bottle rolled off the hood and smashed spilling out its contents all over the ground. Sally’s long legs straddled Trisha’s sides and she held her friends wrists tight to the hood.

“I’m gonna kick your pretty little ass for calling me a lezzy, you slut,” Sally fooled with her as she squeezed her friends tiny wrists. She laughed as Trisha kicked and fought with no avail.

“Get off me you fucking amazon,” Trisha yelled to her tall blonde friend.

“Oh so now I’m an not just a lezzy, I’m an amazon lesbian,” she said grabbing Trisha’s little wrists with one of her hands. With her free hand she tickled her friends little armpit. Trisha kicked and screamed as Sally kept teasing her. Trisha hated being tickled, she would laugh so hard her sides would hurt. Sally kept going at her armpits as her physically inferior friend twisted and fought under her. Trisha gasped for air as her big friend sat her weight onto her stomach. Trisha’s big chest heaved as she gasped for much needed oxygen. The tickleing game turned into torture for Trisha as Sally teased her sides. Trisha looked so cute and helpless that Sally couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her friends beautiful full lips. Trisha stopped fighting and after a short awkward silence Sally slowly leaned in and touched her red lips to Trisha’s again. Sally held onto Trisha’s wrists with the same forceful grip as her tongue slipped into her waiting mouth. Their tongues intertwined like two wet wrestling serpents as they slowly, and passionately kissed each other. Sally sat up, still straddling her friend, she pulled off her tight fitting tee shirt. Her perfectly symmetrical bare breast shook as she tossed her shirt aside. Her eraser sized nipples erected twice their size as the cool night air surrounded them. Trisha’s already huge eyes grew wider as Sally started to descend on her.

“Holy Shit, Sally get the fuck off of me,” Trisha yelled pointing into the night sky. A huge burning meteor was falling toward the earth.

“I’m sorry Trisha, I, I, I have always wanted,” Trisha interrupted her.

“No look, up there in the sky, it’s a meteor or something, get off me” Trisha yelled pointing into the illuminated sky once again. The girls screamed as the huge burning rock spiraled towards them. It looked as if the meteor was going to hit them dead on. The air heated up to over one hundred degrees as the rock sailed high above their heads. A huge gust of wind followed the rock swaying the treetops like they where in a hurricane. Sand and debris shot at the two girls as they ran behind the car for protection. The girls clinched each other in a tight embrace as the meteor impacted the ground some three hundred yards beyond them. The ground shook violently knocking the girls to the ground and a blast of brilliant light lit up the night sky.

“What the fuck was that,” Sally cried out in a panic. Trisha pushed herself of the ground as the light began to die down.

“It was a meteor or something, I think, Let’s go check it out,” Trisha yelled excitedly and started across the big grass field toward the meteor. She could feel the heat increasing with every stride as she ran through the waist high grass. Trees crackled as their tops burned from the massive heat the meteor generated as it passed over head. The giant burning rock cleared a perfect path threw the field to where it had now sat. The ground glowed red and yellow, from the small brush fires that ignited on the burning rocks impact. Trisha approached the enormous hole the meteor had left at a good pace. She had to stop immediately due to the immense heat coming from the melting rock. She could see the huge fiery meteor smoldering as the cool night air surrounded it. Her face burned like when you stand to close to a camp fire. She didn’t know why she was standing there watching the rock cool. Something told her she should be running the opposite way but something else told her to stay. She could hear Sally coming up behind her.

“Trisha,” she called. “ Trish, Trisha, what the hell are you doing, we have to get out of her the whole field is on fire, Trisha,” she yelled but her friend paid her no mind. Sally grabbed her friend by the arm and spun her around forcefully.

“Trisha we have to get out of here, like right know,” Sally told her friend as the grassy field burned all around them. Trisha wasn’t responding to any thing, instead she just stood there staring at the smothering meteor.

“We have to go,” Sally pulled on Trisha’s arm. The giant half buried rock started to hum. Soft at first but it got louder and louder with each passing second. The white smoke that poured off it started to change in color. With in seconds the two girls where surrounded by a thick green haze that emerged from the meteor. It was like breathing in tear gas, their eyes watered and their throats burned from the green mist. The gas attacked Sally’s lungs dropping her to her knees in a fit of coughing. She grabbed at her throat as the gas chocked her. Trisha tried to help her friend to her feet but suffered the same fate as she did. She first dropped to her knees and then onto her back in the thick matted grass as the green mist slowly disappeared.

“Trisha, Trisha, wake up,” Sally shook her friend until she woke up. “Trisha are you okay,” Sally questioned her friend as she helped her to her feet.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” Trisha said weakly, squinting her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. “What the hell happened,” she questioned.

“We must of passed out or something”. “That cheap ass champagne really packes a wallop huh,” Sally told Trisha as her eyes finally un blurred. Trisha quickly spun around looking over the field. The waist deep grass and pine trees swayed in the cool morning air. The field was perfectly intact. The grass wasn’t scorched or matted and the tree tops weren’t burnt. What the hell was going on.

“That’s impossible,” Trisha said stunned as she examined the field. She looked to were the meteor had buried itself into the ground last night, but it was gone. “Where did the meteor go”? “Why isn’t the field all burnt”?

“Woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about Trisha,” Sally asked her friend nervously. “What meteor, there was no fire,” she tried to calm her friend.

“Last night, you remember the meteor that fell from the sky,” Trisha ran over to where the rock sat half buried the night before. “It was right here, and all the grass was burning and the trees,” she said pointing to the row of unharmed pines that lined the field.

“Oh no, no, honey,” Sally ran over to her friend embracing her. “It must have been a bad dream, there was no meteor, it was all just a bad dream,” she consoled Trisha.

“But it was so real, the green gas, and you passed out and, Trisha began crying as Sally hugged her tightly.

“Lets get you home, come on,” Sally said helping her scared friend to the car.

“Where the hell have you been all night you little slut,” Trisha’s father yelled as she walked through the front door. It was very early in the morning but he was already half in the bag. She knew this was going to be a tough morning. Trisha tried to ignore her father as she started up the stair case.

“I’m not finished talking to you yet missy,” he yelled as he forcefully grabbed her arm to spin her around. His big hand squeezed her little bicep like a vise. She let out a painful grunt.

“Get your fuckin hands off me you drunk asshole,” Trisha screamed as she tried to shake her arm loose. The more she fought the harder her father squeezed. She was on the urge of tears as he yanked her down a few steps to the landing.

“You are in my house, little lady. Let’s get one thing straight right now. If I tell you to do something, you do it, is that understood,” with that said he squeezed her arm harder.

“Let go you hurting my arm,” Trisha screamed in pain.

“I said do you understand,” her father pulled her close to him and sneered at her like a mad dog. His breath was thick with booze and cigarettes.

“You are not to leave this house until I approve of your outfit. You have been running around this town for too long looking like a little whore, and it ends now. I will decide who you hang around with, your friend Sally is nothing but a cheap prostitute, and I forbid you from seeing her again,” her father squeezed her arm harder. She could feel her little muscle sliding over her bone as he applied more pressure. “And that job of yours, you’ll quit tomorrow. I will not allow any daughter of mine to work at some trashy gentleman’s club. Is that understood,” he yanked her arm causing her to yelp in pain again even louder then before. Tears rolled down her smooth blood red cheeks. Her arm burned with pain. It felt like she had it locked in a vise. The pressure never let up it only got stronger. Her fathers grip was literally crushing her little arm.

“Okay,” she whaled “Just let go of my arm,” she was balling at this point. Her father released her arm and stumbled back into the livingroom to continue his binge. Trisha grabbed her soar arm and ran upstairs to her room. She slammed the door and cried herself to sleep. As she drifted off she kept thinking about how it would be if her dad was smaller then her. Her dream stared with her walking through the front door just as she had several minutes earlier.

“Where the hell have you been all night you little slut,” her father yelled as he forcefully grabbed her arm. His big hand dug into her arm like a giant eagle talon gripping a small bunny rabbit.

“Get your fuckin hands off me you drunk asshole,” Trisha screamed as she tried to shake her arm loose.

“You are in my house, little lady. Let’s get one thing straight right now. If I tell you to do something, you do it, simple as that”.

“Let go, your hurting my arm,” Trisha screamed in pain.

“Let go,” he yelled. “Or what,” he replied sticking out his muscular chest and pulling Trisha in tight to him reminding her of his superior muscle phasic.

His bear like body dwarfed most mens in the town let alone his petite little daughters tiny body. But something about her seamed odd. She wasn’t afraid, she just stood there with an emotionless blanc look on her face. Her big brown eyes twinkled as she store through him like an undefeated prize fighter staring at a much lesser opponent. He felt her little arm flex and tighten. His grip loosened as the once small arm began to grow and fill his grip. Something was happening he thought as his daughter slowly started to get taller. The top of her head used to be at his chest, but now it was just below his scruffy unshaven chin. This was impossible he figured how can she be growing so fast. He stepped back as his daughters deep brown doe eyes store directly into his. She had a devilish look on her face, her thick pink lips where tight together and her upper lip curled into a grimacing scowl. Her body seemed to be growing by the second. Trisha couldn’t help but laugh as her father’s massive frame dwindled before her. He was such a big man before she thought, “lets see how he acts now”. His blood shot eyes store up at her in absolute horror. His face looked pale, like he had just seen a ghost. But it was something much worse then a ghost it was his pissed off 18 year old daughter growing right before his scared little eyes. With every passing second his once large body became less threatening to her. His once huge barreling chest looked like the chest of a little boy. She laughed out loud as her fathers frightened little eyes fixed on her oversized breasts. They sat at eye level to him now as she crossed her arms just under her firm chest, amplifying its already immense size. He couldn’t help but stare in awe at their perfect roundness. They where like two cantaloupes stuffed into a small tight fitting shirt. She had the body of her mothers, tight and toned with soft round curves in all the right places he thought as she squeezed her arms into the side of her breasts making her cleavage spill out of the low cut neckline. The tight fitting baby tee stretched to the materials limits trying to hold in her over flowing cleavage.

Not even a minute later he had to crane his neck just to look past her massive mounds. He watched her evil stare turn into a big white smile. He couldn’t believe it, she was getting a kick out of the situation. What was so funny about her growing into a giant he thought as his 18 year old daughter laughed at him. Trisha had to slightly lean over now to see her boy sized father as he shrunk down passed her exposed flat stomach.

“What’s the matter daddy,” she mocked him from above. “Your little girl isn’t so little anymore, is she,” Trisha asked as her father shrank below her waist line.

“Trisha y, yo ,you, you’re a g, gi, giant,” he stuttered as his daughter continued to grow by the second.

“I wish,” she replied. “I’m no giant little man, take a good look around you,” she smiled wickedly. He slowly turned his head side to side seeing the whole room was gigantic. The door, the steps, the sofa in the living room every thing was enormous. She wasn’t growing he thought he was shrinking. His little neck was sore as he store up at his giant daughter. He figured he was about two feet tall now but he was still shrinking at an accelerated rate. Trisha couldn’t help but laugh at her gnome sized father. He was eye to eye with her boney knee caps now. Just above where her powerful golden brown bare thighs that disappeared into her tight black mini skirt. Her flat belly stretched toward the sky and were topped off with two luscious round breasts. Poking out like the morning sun over a mountain range, Trisha’s smiling face appeared from behind her breasts.

“Well daddy your no bigger then my boot,” she said slamming her heavy right boot down next to him. The floor shook violently and he cringed in fear like a scared puppy dog that just pissed on the rug. The boot dwarfed him, he was half its size maybe a bit less. Trisha felt like a goddess as she stood over her tiny 12 inch father. He would be sorry for every awful thing he did to her in the past. All the humiliation, the insults, the physical abuse, all of it, was about to come to a screeching, boot stomping holt. She put her hands on her hips and leaned over more to see her dad shrink below 6 inches. Her once bear sized father was no bigger then the thick chunky heel on her sexy black boot. She could crush him with one tiny step. He could fit in the palm of her hand. The power she felt tingled through out her entire body. She had butterflies fluttered through her veins. Trisha had total control over her doll sized father. She decide if he was to be crushed under her boot heel or if she would simply squish him in the palm of her hand like a bunch of grapes.

He seemed to stop shrinking at the 2 inch mark. His neck ached as he looked up at his building sized daughter. What would she do to him he thought as he stood next to her two story high black boots.

“Well are you gonna tell me what I can and can’t do now daddy,” she said as her foot tapped the floor impatiently.

“Trisha I, I just wanted what was best,” she cut him off mid sentence.

“Well little man, what’s best for you is that you don’t piss me off,” she said stamping her foot down next to him again. The tremor had so much force it shook him to the ground. Trisha just laughed as the tiny man pushed himself back up.

“Trisha please stop your scaring me,” he yelled up to her.

“I’m scaring you,” she said enraged. “I’m scaring you, how do you think I feel when you stumble into my room late at night in your drunken stupors”. “Don’t you think I get scared when you hold me down by my wrists”. “How about when you grind your erect dick against my leg and breath your stinky ass breath on me”. “Do you think I’m scared when you grab and paw at my tits like I’m some trashy prostitute you had just picked up”. “Or how about when you tear off my shirt and bra then suck on tits like your some kind of oversized piglet”. “Do you think I am scared then daddy,” she yelled clinching her fists in tight balls. “Do you,” she yelled down to the petrified man. God she wanted to stomp him like a disgusting hairy little insect.

“Thank God you always pass out before anything else happens you fucking drunk ass leprechaun,” she screamed and stamped her boot down again shaking him to the ground. Trisha’s father quickly popped up off the ground and started to run as his daughter reached down for him. Her gigantic hand was to fast for him. She easily snatched him up by the back of his well worn red flannel shirt.

“Well your not such a big man now are you daddy,” Trisha teased him as she held him up in front of her beautiful face. His little legs kicked and his arms fought with her fingers trying to get her to release him.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea,” Trisha asked her father as he continued to wrestle her giant fingers. “Take a look down you brainless insect,” she told him. Petrified he battled her fingers some more as he looked down. Immediately his fighting stopped as he saw the 200ft. drop he would have to survive if she let him go.

“Now do you really want me to let you go,” she asked as his little head shook side to side. Trisha laughed as she saw her tiny fathers attention had drifted from the floor to her deep sea of cleavage. To him it looked like an oversized Olympic swimming pool full of soft breast flesh. His little eyes stayed glued on his gigantic daughters immense rack before she spoke up.

“What are you staring at little fella,” she asked in a sexy whisper. “You’re not staring at my tits are you”? “I bet you want to just dive right in,” she teased him playfully dangling him over her exposed cleavage. “What would you do with tits so big,” she asked him with a curious look on her face. Her tiny father was speechless as he swayed back and forth over the deep canyon of breast flesh.

“Would you want me to squeeze them together with you in between them,” she mocked him as she pressed her breasts together by rolled her shoulders forward. “I don’t know, I think they’d squish you, they’re awfully big for such a little guy,” she laughed.

“Would you want me to lay down on my back and pull my shirt up,” she questioned her tiny father as he dangled like a worm on a fish hook. “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you”? “I could let you go right here on my left titty,” she said slowly circling her erect nipple threw the stretched out shirt material with her long red finger nail.

“I could picture you trying to stand up”. “Your little legs would wobble as you walked across the vast plain of my left breast”. “Your little feet would start to tickle my giant breast when you walk”. “You would have to hold on to something when I start to laugh because my giant boobs would start to wobble”. “I could picture you grabbing my big pink nipple as my breasts dance like a bowl of jell-o,” she said while shaking her enormous chest side to side giving him an example of what a ride it would be like. “You would have to hug my nipple tight so you wouldn’t fall between my boobs”.

“Or maybe I could drop you down on the kitchen table”. “I would tape your little arms and legs down with some scotch tape so you couldn’t run,” she said leaning in closer to her scared little father.

“I would pull my tight little shirt up just over my monestrous breasts,” she giggled rubbing her chest with her free hand. “I would slowly lean over and let my breast swing and sway inches from you ugly little face”. “I bet you you’d love it when my pointy hard nipple touched your trembling little body”. “I would slowly rub it up and down your fat little stomach,” she teased him. “Then I would slowly lean forward until your whole body was covered with the tip of my right titty”. “I would continue to increase the weight as you scream a the top of your lungs for me to stop”.

“Would you like that daddy,” she asked boldly. “Would you like to be squashed under your daughter’s big tit, I bet you would,” she said carrying him into the kitchen. “You look all hot ant bothered daddy, was it something I said”. With that she opened the icebox and dropped her father in an empty ice cube tray. He was freezing sitting in a 2" x 2"chamber of the cold metal pan. Trisha returned with an open can of beer. Without saying a word she filled the metal tray waist deep with cheap foamy beer. He father splashed around in the cold beer screaming for her to help him. Without saying a word she closed the door to the icebox and took a long swig from the half full can.

“That should cool him off”.

Trisha woke up to her alarm clock blaring. She had to get ready for work. After all it would be her first night as a dancer. Sally would be picking her up in about an hour so Trisha hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

Later that day Trisha began to sneak down the creaky wooden stairs of the two story house. She paused for a second cringing in fear as the first wooden step chirped like a hungry bird under her weight. The stair case was made up 12 steps. Out of those 12 steps, 11 of them were loose and squeaky. She planned on meeting Sally at the end of her street. She had to make it out of the house with out her father seeing her. After what happened early that morning Trisha didn’t want her father to see she was totally ignoring his new orders. She wasn’t going to quit her job, she wasn’t going to stop dressing in her revealing cloths, and she certainly wasn’t gonna stop hanging out with her friend Sally. Trisha carefully walked down the remaining steps and slowly crept to the front door. She grabbed the door knob for the front door and turned in ever so gently. Her heart raced with excitement. She would be outside in a matter of seconds and her father had not seen her leaving. It was the first time she had left the house in a long time that he wasn’t standing in front of the door like a security guard. The door slowly creaked open. Its rusty metal hinges squealed like a stuck pig. He had to have heard that she thought, there was no way he couldn’t have. Her little heart thumped as she heard her fathers voice yell.

“What the fuck do you think your doing,” he screamed. His voice was deep and raspy like a state troopers. Trisha froze in fear, she was caught red handed. She couldn’t imagine what he was going to say to her let alone do to her. All she knew was that her tiny arm muscle couldn’t take another pounding like it did early that morning. She was doomed. The tight skimpy cloths she wore would certainly not be to his approval. And where would she tell him she was going with a duffle bag full of make-up, a pair of fuck-me boots, some ass less chaps and a variety of other sexy cloths.

“Think quick Trisha, think quick,” she mumbled to her self. “The Salvation Army,” she thought. “I will tell him what he said to me earlier really made me think”. “And I’m going to donating all my tasteless outfits and make-up to the Salvation Army,” what a great idea she thought to herself as he screamed again.

“You have some real fu-ck-ing nerve,” she could hear the anger in his deep voice. Plus he used syllables and syllables where bad.. She was to afraid to turn around but she regretfully closed the door knowing she would have to face him.

“It’s a Sunday afternoon, and you people keep calling,” he screamed.

“Huh,” Trisha said turning around to see her father sitting in his beat up lazy boy with the telephone pressed to his right ear.

“You telemarketers are like fucking vultures,” he screamed into the phone. “Big, nasty fucking vultures with long razor sharp talons and crooked narrow beaks”. “You just keep hounding me, day after day, just waiting for me to give in”. “It’s like you where put on this earth just to fucking annoy me,” he yelled before slamming down the phone. He wasn’t yelling at her, he was yelling at some pain in the ass telephone salesman. With that Trisha pulled the door open and left the house.

Sally was already at the corner waiting for Trisha. Her red sports car shined in the bright sunlight. Trisha hopped and the two where off to Crickets Gentleman’s Club.

“God, I’m so nervous I’m shacking,” Trisha told her tall blonde friend.

“You’ll be fine,” Sally said while coming to a stop at a stop sign. “Stripping is no big deal”. “Those guys in there are gonna love you,” she told Trisha trying to comfort her. “And if they don’t you just send them over to me,” she joked making a tight fist, and punching the air.

“Yeah I’ll send them to you, and you can beat there ass’s,” Trisha laughed.

“I will too, and you know it,” Sally said flexing her right bicep.

“You probably would you fucking amazon,” Trisha teased her friend.

“You wouldn’t believe the dream I had this morning,” Trisha said. “It was so realistic, it was like it actually happened,” she said as she continued to tell Sally about her dream.

“So he shrunk down to the size of a tiny bug and you didn’t stomp his ass,” Sally laughed as her friend finished her story.

“No I didn’t stomp him like a bug, but I should have,” Trisha laughed at the thought. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking putting him in the freezer,” she said almost in tears she was laughing so hard.

“I would have flattened that motherfucker thinner than a penny if he shrunk in front of me,” Sally told her friend as she pulled into Cricket’s parking lot. “Could you picture him trying to run away from me as he starts to shrink. I would simply walk over to him and lift my foot high above his head. I would listen to him scream and beg for his pathetic life before I lowered my boot down on him. I would feel his little body wiggling under my sole as I slowly applied more pressure. His little body would creak with pain as I start twisting my foot grinding him into the floor. I would feel his little body burst as I finally put him out of his misery. Both girls where laughing in hysterics.

“That would be awesome,” Trisha added. “I would pay to see that,” she said as they were about to exit Sally’s car.

“A fucking ice cube tray in the freezer,” Sally teased. “Girl, you have some deep issues”.

Trisha sat in front of the dressing room mirror applying a thick jet black coat of mascara. The black outline made her already big beautiful brown eyes look even more exotic. Her thick pouting lips glistened with light pink glittery lipstick. Her Long wavy black hair hung down past her broad feminine shoulders. Her tan body shined from the body oil she had applied earlier. Her large round breasts tore at the seams of her small tight bikini top. Her cleavage over flowed from all sides of the tiny top as the little black triangles tried to contain their mass. Her hard flat stomach was left exposed and it was topped off with her shiny little belly button ring. Trisha wore skin tight go-go shorts that hugged her perfect ass like a latex glove. Her long thick heeled black boots where laced up tight and she wore a black lacy garter around her right thigh for holding her tip money. She was going on stage to strip for the first time in her life. Millions of thoughts where running through her mind as she sprayed a mist of sweet perfume on her exposed breast flesh. Would she be able to go through with this? Would the crowd like her? Trisha stood up turning side to side admire herself for one last second before taking the stage.

“Oh my God you look so hot,” Sally said as she walked into the dressing room.

“I’m so nervous, I don’t know if I can go through with this,” Trisha replied to her friend.

“Oh honey,” Sally hugged her little friend to comfort her. “Your gonna knock em dead out there”. “Your hands down the hottest girl in the place”. “You’ll have those men eating out of your little hand by the end of the night,” Sally encouraged her nervous friend.

“Any last words of advise,” Trisha asked while heading toward the stage door.

“Look like your having fun, or be a complete bitch, the guys will eat it up,” Sally insisted. “Remember all guys will state the obvious”.

“The obvious, what do you mean by that,” Trisha asked.

“You know the obvious”. “Guys will think they are being so cute and witty”. “Like, I can’t tell you how many bozo’s ask me how tall I am”. “Like I never heard that before you unoriginal douse bag”. “Excuse me Miss,” Sally lowered her voice a few octaves and acted like a mindless club goer. “My friend and I here, have a little bet going,” She mocked. “I think your six feet tall and he says your at least six two, can you tell us who is right”. “Your both wrong you fucking losers,” she finished her little act an returned her voice to normal. “I can’t tell you how many times a night I get asked why my stage name is Liberty”. “I feel like saying this is why and stomp on their little fucking heads,” Sally stamped her long white boot on the ground.

With that in mind Trisha took the stage. As she nervously strutted out onto the large half round stage her eyes squinted to adjust to the bright lights. The red, blue, yellow, and green lights toke turns flashing on and off. She couldn’t see anything but the long rack of blinking lights that hung just in front of the stage. Not even the men in “The Pit” where visible only their dark silhouette stood out in the smoky background.

“Gentlemen, please put your hands together for Raven,” the announcer said over the clubs expensive sound system. Trisha figure the name Raven fit her because of her hair color. The men in the audience erupted. Their screams and cat calls gave Trisha the confidence she needed to start her dance.

Her curvy hips gyrated to the thumping bass coming out of the speaker. She slowly spun in a circle giving the crowd an idea of how shapely her back side was.

“Nice ass,” yelled a club goer. Trisha smiled as she gave her sexy little butt a wiggle. “Stating the obvious,” she said to herself as she danced her way to the front of the stage. Men store in awe at the goddess on stage. Her perfect body shook in rhythm to the loud bassy music.

“Let’s see those tits,” came a call from an impatient viewer. Trisha confidently put her hands over her chest and shook her head side to side like she was outraged at the comment. The crowd screamed louder as she teased them. With that Trisha ripped the tiny top off her perfect cantaloupe sized breasts. Men stood up out of their seats as the little vixen gracefully moved around the stage. Her firm breast bounced ever so sightly with her every sexy move. Her big dark pink nipples where placed in the direct center of her large tear drop shaped breasts. The gleaming body oil exaggerated every twitching muscle in her tight little body as the lights reflected off her. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side as her tight white go-go shorts slide to the ground. She had an instant rush of adrenalin as the crowd went wild. Her tight black thong barley covered her meaty hairless pubic mound. A little black triangle of silky material is all that sat between Trisha’s moist pussy and the eager crowd of rowdy men. The thin black strap disappeared into her ass crack only to come out again on the top of her ass.

Sally watched from the main bar as her friend totally toke control of the stage. She had never seen the place go this crazy. Even when there was an adult entertainer as a feature dancer the place wasn’t this wild. Men jockeyed for a spot near the stage. Fist fulls of money flooded the floor by Trisha’s feet. It looked like the New York Stock Exchange had come to visit Crickets Gentlemen’s Club. As the music died down so did Trisha’s dance. Sally started toward the dressing room. She was going to congratulate her friend on a terrific performance when her body suddenly jolted. Sally stood still as she felt every muscle in her body contract at the same time. It wasn’t painful but it really scared Sally. Her whole body was immovable for an instant as her body trembled. It sounded stupid but she could swear her already snug cloths where fitting her tighter. It was almost like she grew a few inches. As soon as the jolt started it stopped. Sally not sure of what just happened started to the dressing room to greet Trisha.

“Hey watch where your going, y, yo, you,” a short man turned around and yelled as Sally bumped into him. Comparatively he was actually average height but to her he was short. He was stunned as he store directly into the sexy amazon’s chest. Sally simple put her hands on her hips and stuck out her average chest like a super hero. The top of the mans head was level with her b-cup breasts and she laughed as the short man slowly looked up to her in awe..

“Watch where I’m going,” Sally asked snidely. “You better be careful yourself little fella,” she teased him. “I almost stepped on you,” she laughed. The mans mouth dropped as she continued to tease him. “You wouldn’t want the big lady to step on you now would you,” Sally asked before she pushed by the stunned man.

“You fucking bitch,” she heard him yell as she reached the dressing room door.

“It’s like a midget convention out there,” Sally told Trisha as she embraced her friend. Trisha was quite a bit shorter then Sally but she looked extra tall tonight.

“Are they midgets or are you just a fucking giant,” Trisha asked playfully.

“You where awesome out there,” Sally told Trisha.

“Hey Raven,” a redheaded dancer yelled as she came in the door. “There is a guy in the V.I.P room that wants you for the rest of the night,” The redhead added then disappeared into the main room.

“Wants me for the rest of the night,” Trisha asked disgusted.

“Oh relax Trisha, he just wants you to give him a private dance,” Sally said. “If he’s gonna pay for the whole night, your gonna make about a grand”.

“Are you serious, who the hell would pay that much for me to dance in front of them,” Trisha asked excitedly.

“You’ll probably end up talking with him for most of the time,” Sally answered. “Go get em girl,” Sally said before shoving Trisha out the door.

Trisha had put on a tight fitting baby tee seeing her bikini was torn off in her wild dance. Standing outside the door to the V.I.P room she stopped and toke a deep breath before entering. Her body froze as a sharp jolt shot threw her like a bolt of lightening. Her muscles tensed and her body felt like it was expanding. Her muscles relaxed but her clothing felt tighter. Everything except her boots seamed to feel tighter. What the hell just happened she thought as she opened the door. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she entered the private dance room. Sitting cross legged in an over stuffed red velvet chair sat the short fat man from the shoe store. His yellow smile made her want to puke but she pretended to be excited to see him.

“Oh my god its you,” she said to fat man as she closed the door behind her.


To Be Continued.......

She tried so hard to sound excited to see him but she was actually a little freaked out by the fact that he knew she worked there.

“Great show,” he said in a deep voice trying to sound all macho.

“Yeah,” she asked seductively. “Did you like it,” Trisha asked in a sexy confident whisper. Her hips swung from side to side like a pendulum as she strutted across the room. Fat mans confidence was slowly dissolving as she made her way toward him like a hungry lioness. With every step the beauty took toward him his confidence slipped a notch. He would be a babbling idiot in a few seconds he figured. Her eyes slightly closed giving them that feline like. Her fat pink lips gleamed in the soft light the small table lamp gave off. The tiny white tee shirt she wore had a low cut neckline allowing her ample cleavage to be on display. Her big thimble sized nipples outlined by the shirts cottony material. Her powerful legs in the long black boots. Fat man was in a trance as the dangerous beauty moved closer to him. There she stood before him, her hands on her hips her legs spread slightly more then shoulder width apart. She store down at him like she was a mother about to scold her child. Something about the man made her want to intimidate him. Fat man store up at her in awe. He was sitting in a chair but he didn’t remember her being so tall.

“Get up,” Trisha ordered him. Slowly fat man started to stand. To speed up the process Trisha roughly grabbed him by the back of his dress shirt and pulled him to his feet. His head coward like a scared puppy. His eyes drifted toward the floor as she store him down like a school yard bully. Trisha towered over the man. She remembered in the store he had to crane his neck to see over her shoulder but now he would have to stand on his tip toes to even see over her breasts. As she looked down at the pathetic man her body began to tremble. Her muscles squeezed like a vise, as a tingle shot through her entire body. She closed her eyes tight as her body surged and pushed at her already tight cloths. Fat man still looking at the ground didn’t notice the beautiful eighteen year old girl in front of him growing. His fat little eyes where fixed on the ground or maybe on her well shined fuck-me boots. Trisha opened her eyes to see everything around her had gotten smaller. The velvet chair, the small end table with the lamp, the doorway and even fat man. No longer was his head up to her round breasts. If he looked strait he would be staring into her cute little belly button. She had know idea what had happened. The only thing she did know was fat man was going to get the show of his life.

“Get on your knees and kiss my boots,” Trisha ordered him like she was some kind of Dominatrix. With out hesitation or even a questioning look fat man dropped to his knees. His fat little lips instantly kissed the top of Trisha’s black boot. She couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so small and pathetic being down on all fours. She laughed at the thought of stepping down on the back of his neck with one of her oversized boots. She could snap it like a chicken bone at this height she figured. Trisha’s hands rested on her hips, her thick pretty pink lips where curled up into a sinister smile as he kissed away at her shiny boots. Trisha nudged his face away from her boot with a simple flick of the foot.

“Take my boot off, you pathetic little man,” she ordered. She was getting a total kick out of bossing the little fat man around. She could tell him to stand on his head and he would probably do it. The power was intoxicating. Fat man quickly grabbed at the boots laces. His plump fingers fought with the tight double knot. Trisha tapped her foot on the floor to let fat man know she was getting impatient. He was like a kid opening up the biggest gift under the tree on Christmas day. His hands trembled as he finally undid the laces. Trisha lifted her foot so he could pull her boot off. Her nylon was pulled tight over her sexy foot. The flesh colored nylon was so tight it was almost like a second layer of skin. Fat man’s eyes lifted and toke in every part of his dream girls body. Her long powerful legs that stretched toward the heavens. Her slender muscular flat stomach gleamed from body oils. The underside of her large oversized breasts where exposed due to the tiny tank top and her recent growth spurt. Her sweat beautiful face seamed to be as high as the ceiling from fat mans perspective. Little did he know in a matter of minutes it would be. Wait a second he thought as he store into her eyes.

“That’s impossible,” fat man muttered. She was massive. Trisha must have been eight feet tall. Scared, he was about to jump to his feet but Trisha’s heavy nylon covered foot slammed into his chest. The force knocked him to his back. He gasped in pain. It felt like being hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. Trisha quickly stepped onto his soft plump chest. She barley had to push to keep the man from moving.

“Please, let me up,” his scared chubby face was beat red as he gasped for oxygen. Trisha pushed harder.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? I thought you liked my feet,” she mocked him from above. Her body tensed and her muscled tightened. Fat man’s eyes opened wide as he watched his master grow before him. He struggled under her foot and finally pushed it off him. Trisha watched as her scrambled to his feet and started for the door.

“Show’s not over yet fat man,” she said with a frustrated tone. She grabbed him with one hand by the back of his collar. The fourteen foot girl simple lifted him off the ground and spun him around. His dress shirt strained at the seams as Trisha easily lifted him of the ground. His collar dug into his neck, like a tightening noose. His fat little arms pulled at the collar of his shirt. His oxygen was being cut off. She dropped him at her feet with a thud. Trisha lifted her giant foot above his head and slowly pressed down. His chubby head was pinned under the massive weight of her giant foot. His nose bent over and flattened against his face as she applied the slightest bit of pressure.

“Now fat man, how does my foot smell,” Trisha teased him. His hands fought with her massive foot. It completely covered his face and was not only keeping him from breathing but was also pinning him to the floor. She was going to crush his skull if she pushed any harder. His tiny head ached and his fat face burned as she slowly rubbed her nylon covered foot back and forth. His screams where muffled under the beauties heavy foot. Trisha bent down and with both hands tore a hole in the top of her nylon. Then she proceeded to tear the nylon from her foot. Trisha’s body swelled again. With a slight tremble and a tensing of the muscles she grow to at least twenty feet. Her head was touching the high cathedral ceiling and she had to bend at the waist to keep her head from popping through the roof. Her foot was a little less then half the size of the man pinned under it. Her expanding body had torn her little shirt and sexy go go shorts into threads. Trisha could hear screams coming from the main room now. Someone must have saw her she figured as the room burst out into panic.

In the other room Sally was going through an identical growth spurt. Club goers at first clapped and cheered thinking it was some type of special effect show but it quickly escalated into a frenzy. The men pushed and pulled their way toward the exits while the other dancers and staff fought for an exit them selves. Sally’s cloths had practically ripped off her by now. Only her boots fit like the where supposed to. They seamed to be growing along with her. Her body tensed again and her head pushed at the flimsy ceiling. Soon the club goers that made it to the parking lot could see a giant blonde head push through the roof like it was tissue paper.

Back in the V.I.P room with Trisha’s last growth spurt, fat mans head caved in like a deflated basketball. The raven haired beauty pushed at the ceiling with her powerful arms tearing through it like a wet paper towel. She was amazed to see Sally in the same position she was in.


Part 3
“Look at us Trisha we’re fucking gigantic,” Sally told her friend as her growing body pushed threw the roof. Sally’s clinch fists punched and pulled at the building. She was clearing a bigger spot for her expanding body. She laughed at how easy the roof crumbled as she punched at it again. In the club the last of the patrons where pushing their way out the door as chunks of ceiling fell to the floor. The girls continued to grow. They where already about fifty feet tall and seamed to be growing at a more rapid rate then before.

“This is awesome,” Trisha yelled as her broad shoulders crashed though the ceiling. She copied Sally by pounding the broken roof with her Volkswagen sized fists. There bodies where growing more then a foot per second. Trisha felt her gigantic boobs pushing at the underside of the roof. The plywood screeched as hundreds of nails un bedded themselves from the roofs massive post and beam rafters. She laughed as her breasts popped through the roof like a Jack in the box. Huge chunks of the roof flung from her massive chest high into the sky. Tiny men dodged falling debris as they made their way through the parking lot towards their cars. Roof shingles, plywood, and giant roof rafters rained down on the tiny spectators below. One unlucky man was hit square in the head with a falling sheet of plywood. He stopped dead in his tracks and store up at the spiraling piece of plywood as it fell from the sky. The impact knocked him out cold and he fell limp to the ground while others ran for shelter. Three men nearly avoided being crushed as they bolted from their doomed car. A giant beam fell from the sky and collapsed the automobiles roof like a tin can. Jagged roof shingles and smaller boards helicoptered toward the ground causing just as much havoc to the fleeing crowd as the bigger pieces. The roof was only up to the girls waists now and they continued to grow at an alarming rate as brave spectators looked on.

“They look like G.I. Joe guys, don’t they Trisha,” Sally said as she pushed the remaining section of roof down with her hands. Her long legs dwarfed the buildings walls. Sally laughed as she watched the havoc she and Trisha where causing. The parking lots exit was bottle necked due to crashed and abandon automobiles. Tiny men ran from their vehicles. Some even ventured across the busy highway to escape the giant females. Cars skidded out of control to avoid fleeing pedestrians. Groups of men where run down by countless out of control cars and trucks. The horrific scene kind of reminded Trisha of a Crocodile show she saw on television. The men crossing the highway looked like a heard of helpless Elk crossing the Nile. The giant speeding cars took them out one by one. The few lucky ones that made it across the busy road turned around and watched as the girls continued to grow.

Cricket watched in disbelief as his club was ripped apart by two naked 100 foot eighteen year old girls. He watched from the back seat of his stretched limo as he puffed nervously on his thick cigar.

“Get us out of here,” Crickets raspy voice ordered the limo driver. Flooring the gas pedal the black limo plowed through vacated cars and even club goers. The big car pushing them aside like snow to a snow plow. Trisha stepped her right leg out of the collapsed building. Her heavy black boot rattled the ground as she stepped down. Cars hopped and skipped as she brought her other foot down with a tremendous thud. She was simply monstrous. At least 200 feet tall and her growing had not resided. Her long raven hair blow slightly in the wind as her giant doe eyes scanned the parking lot below. She stood with her hands high on her hips and her muscular legs where spread a little more then shoulder width apart. She smiled wickedly at the tiny black limo as it pushed a smaller car out of the way. Cricket could see her eyes set on him through the cars tinted moon roof. His cigar dropped from his mouth as the car passed by her gigantic feet. She was completely naked except for her giant black knee high boots. Her perfect breasts where smeared with dust and black soot.

“Where do you think your going,” Trisha said snidely as she stamped her foot down in front of the limo. Her footfall buckled the pavement. Near by pedestrians fell to the ground as her monestrous foot contacted the pavement. The tiny limo screeched to a halt just before colliding with the giant girls boot. Trisha laughed at the sight of the little car. Her foot simply dwarfed the tiny automobile. She could crush it flatter then a penny if she wanted to. Trisha could only imagine the fear running through the cars occupants tiny little minds as she slowly bent at the waist. Her long arm reached for the limo as the tiny men cried out for help. Cricket pushed his door open just as Trisha’s long fingers encircled the car. Grasping the limo with two fingers Trisha lifted it off the ground like it was a little matchbox car. Crickets chance to jump out his open door where long passed as Trisha quickly lifted them into the sky. They passed by her well trimmed, puffy lipped vagina. Up passed her strong flat muscular stomach. Passed her gigantic oversized breasts, til finally she was peering through the tiny cars windshield. Her big brown eyes filled the occupants vison as they store out at the beautiful giantess.

“Hello little guys,” Trisha spoke to the men in the little car. “Bet your pretty scared, huh,” she teased them. “I would be scared to if a giant girl had me trapped in my little car” her warm breath was fogging the cars windshield as she spoke. “Why don’t you boys come on out so we can play,” Trisha giggled. With that said she placed the tiny car in the palm of her left hand. Seeing the men had no thoughts about leaving their car she gripped the tiny roof between her index finger and thumb. The men screamed as the gigantic teen ripped off the roof like a pull tab on a soda can. She quickly flipped the car over and shook it into her open left palm. The driver fell instantly into the beauties open hand while Cricket dangled from the car by holding a seat belt. Trisha laughed seeing her tiny boss hanging from the safety belt like a little worm on a fish hook.

“Cricket is that you,” Trisha laughed. Not having any interest in the tiny driver in her hand she simply dumped him out. Cricket watched as his driver fell to his death. The drop was well over two hundred feet and the man screamed the whole way down. His voice load at first and as he dropped it trailed off until a faint thud. Crickets little arms where growing tired as he held on to the safety strap for dear life. Trisha lifted the car up to eye level and examined her little boss for a second. Seeing his strength was giving she figured she should play with him a bit.

“Wow Cricket, it looks like your getting pretty tired of holding yourself up, huh” she said sarcastically. Trisha laughed wickedly as she blow a stream of warm air at her tiny boss. Cricket’s arms screamed in pain as he swung like a pendulum over the giants open palm. Trisha stopped blowing as she saw his grip loosen.

“Well Cricket I have to tell you,” she joked. “You look like a little worm hanging from a fish hook”. Trisha lifted the car high above her head. “And I’m a big shark that wants to gobble you up”. She slowly tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. Cricket held the belt with everything he had as he dangled over Trisha’s open pink mouth. Her large tongue darted out and teased the little man by gently licking at his feet and legs.

“Come on Cricket let go,” she teased him. “I’m hungry,” she laughed as the little man fought to pull himself up higher. His little arms simply had nothing left. He was going to fall into his beautiful employees giant mouth he thought as his fingers loosened. He slide down the belt before grabbing it tightly again. Seeing he was about to fall Trisha licked her thick pink lips.

“Ummmmm, yummy,” she moaned as the little man fought to hold on. He slipped again. He was now hanging at the end of the safety belt by one hand. His little legs kicked at Trisha’s slippery soft tongue as she teased him with it. With out warning Trisha lowered him into her mouth and clamped her teeth shut like a giant shark. She slowly pulled the seatbelt out of her shut lips. Cricket was gone. She tossed the car over her shoulder like a balled up piece of paper. She slowly chewed as a wicked half smile appeared on her face.

Seeing all the fun Trisha was having got Sally extremely excited. It was her turn she figure, and she wasn’t about to be out done by her pretty friend. Sally’s Massive white boot raised into the sky. High above a of car making its way to the exit of the parking lot. The little gray Subaru swerved and wove around abandon cars, fallen roof debris, and an occasional person. Four little men screamed as a shadow darkened over their car. In front of them and to both sides was a wall of traffic. There was nothing the driver could do but jack on the brakes. Sally’s foot was racing towards the ground. The driver quickly popped his door open and began to run clear of the car. With out hesitation the passenger followed suit. The men in the back seat fought with their doors. They screamed as they pulled at the door handles. The doors where locked. The damn child safety locks must have been on. The shadow grew darker as Sally’s foot came crashing down. The ground trembled violently as Sally stepped down on the little Subaru. The tiny car was no match for her enormous white boot. Sally slowly twisted her foot side to side like she was putting out a cigarette. On-lookers could hear the twisting and grinding metal as the giant eighteen year old literally twisted it into the ground.

“Where are you boys off to,” Sally’s voice boomed from above like distant thunder. The two men that escaped the vehicle where running towards the lots exit when they heard Sally speak. She quickly dropped down to her knees. The impact rumbled the ground enough to set off car alarms in the next lot over. With her massive left hand she reached in front of the tiny escape artists. Her two story high hand blocked their path like a fleshy version of the Great Wall of China. The two men stopped dead in their tracks and about-faced like two tiny running backs to avoid Sally’s massive hand. They could hear her sinister laugh as she advanced on them with her opened left hand. Little did the men know that she was corralling them into a trap. As her hand swept the ground like a giant snow plow the men kept running towards her. Tiny cars where effortlessly pushed and flipped out of the way as her hand bulldozed the parking lot in hot pursuit of the little men. When they where close enough Sally clinched her left hand into a giant fist and punched the ground just behind them. The shock wave sent the men sailing threw the air. Their little bodies flipped and somersaulted until they slide roughly to a halt about fifty feet from Sally’s monestrous knees. She laughed as the little men store up at her. She was simply massive, no less then 300 ft. tall.

“Well little men looks like you fell right into my trap,” Sally chuckled. “My booby-trap,” she laughed at her lame joke as she lowered her house sized left breast down on the two tiny men. She lowered herself in a push-up position. Her knees still on the ground. Sally could feel her huge nipples erecting as she thought about crushing two men under her one breast. Her swollen pink nipple gently glided over the helpless men as she swayed her massive breast side to side above them. She dropped herself a bit more and the men got an idea of her weight. The air was forced from their tiny lungs as her one left nipple pinned them both to the ground like a giant pink wrestler. Sally moaned in pleasure at the thought of two grown men being crushed under her one erect nipple. She applied the slightest bit of pressure and the men fought her with everything they had. Their punches and kicks sent shivers down her spine. The shivers reach every nerve ending in every appendage of her body. It felt like a tiny feather tickling at her rock hard pink nipple. She let the men fight for what seemed minutes.

“How fucking cool is this,” Sally laughed as she gave Trisha a wink. The feeling was just to good. Their tiny bodies wiggled and squirmed under her massive nipple as she ever so gently applied more pressure. The men grew tired and Sally grow bored. She forcefully pressed her left boob to the ground. Her body trembled in ecstasy as she rubbed her breast over the pavement. As Sally slowly sat up Trisha started to laugh. The two men where crushed flat and stuck to Sally’s left breast just under her hard nipple.

“What’s so funny,” Sally asked as she looked down at her breast. With her right hand Sally upturned her tit to see both men splattered just under her pink nipple. The two men looked like ketchup stains on the giant girl.

“Well I guess I got em’,” she laughed as she wiped away their remains with her hand. “Let’s go down town and have some fun.

The ground shook violently as the two 300 foot girls walked down the busy city streets. Tiny people scattered as their giant foot falls rattled their environment. Trisha’s tremendous footsteps buckled the pavement as dozens of unlucky pedestrians disappeared under them. As her trailing foot lifted high in the air debris from her earlier steps fell from the bottom of her giant boot. Flattened cars, twisted traffic lights, crushed bodies, and loose pavement showered down on the crowds below, causing just as much havoc as one of her earth rumbling steps. Car alarms blared from the small shock waves the girls steps caused. Parked cars hopped and shook from the impact of massive booted feet colliding with the ground below. People abandoned their vehicles as the giant teens made their way down the street towards the city. As another earth shaking foot fall contacted the pavement massive gusts of wind shot out from under it sending people, and anything else lighter then an automobile hurling through the air. The streets below where chaotic, tiny little people ran for shelter as the giant girls aimlessly strolled down the streets.

“I’m fucking starving,” Sally whined as she rubbed her long flat belly. “Listen its growling,” she sexually pouted as she complained to Trisha.

“Here,” Trisha told her leggy blonde friend. “Sit down and relax I’ll be right back”. With that Trisha disappeared behind some high rise buildings. Sally examined her surroundings and found a lovely seat atop a 30 story apartment building. She shrieked as her giant ass contacted the cool roof of the building. She sat down slowly and she could feel the top few floors give under her weight as the building contoured to her toned ass. Sally long legs draped down the side of the building. Her giant white boots crossed at the ankles as she leaned back to relax. She was starving. Her thick pink lips pouting like a mad little child that didn’t get their way. What had Trisha had in mind the lovely blonde giantess thought. Before long Sally’s baby blue eyes opened wide as Trisha returned for her short excursion. Her pouting mouth quickly turned to a brilliant white smile. Trisha was holding a tiny city bus in one of her hands.

“Is that for me,” Sally sprang up in her seat. The building below began to crack down the side as Sally continued to shift her weight. Trisha reached out and handed her friend the tiny silver bus. Sally quickly lifted it to her eyes. In the bus she saw a mass of people huddled in the far back corner away from the doors.

“Oh my God there are so many of them”. “And their all so scared,” The blonde smiled at the tiny people in the bus. “Oh come on little people it could be worse. Sure I could let you go and you could live out the rest of your dull, boring, pathetic hum drum lives. You could wake up every morning at the same time. Repeatedly hit the snooze button on your alarm clock. Rush to the office, because lets face it your always running behind schedule. After punching in a half hour late, you mosey over to the water cooler and exchange meaningless banter and completely dull stories with your meaningless dull co-workers. You rush to get home, wait in bumper to bumper traffic. All just so you can cook dinner, kick off your shoes and watch the news before going to bed. The next morning you start the same useless circle over and over again. And for what, so you can spend every single penny you earn on taxes and your way over priced rent,” Sally toke pity on the little people. “Or little people, you can come and be a part of me and my fascinating life. Now how does that sound,” she asked the little people in a serious tone. Sally’s cute smile turned to an evil glare. No one on the bus had volunteered. She was furious.

“You ungrateful little bastards. Here I am offering you to be a part of this,” she rubbed her free hand down the side of her sexy body. “And none of you jump at the chance”. “Well you little maggots don’t have a choice”. “I’m going to eat every last one of you,” with that said Sally snapped the bus in two like a Kit-Kat bar. The gigantic blonde lifted the half of the bus with all the people in it up to her beautiful face. There must have been twenty or thirty men and women on the bus. All of them huddled tightly together in the back corner. Sally could hear their screams. To her it just sounded like squeaks from little field mice. The buses occupants store in horror as the giant girl lifted their bus high over her head. Sally opened her mouth and tilted her head back. She slowly tipped the bus into her giant mouth. Inside the bus men and women grabbed onto seats, rails, anything that was bolted down to the buses floor. The screams in the bus grew deafening as the passengers lost their footing. The bus was now tipped almost 90 degrees. Little people hung from their seats and metal bus railings. Their tiny legs kicked and swung looking for foot holds. Underneath them was an open and waiting mouth the size of an Olympic swimming pool. The giantess could easily just drop the whole bus in her enormous pink mouth if she really wanted to. Sally gave the little salt shaker sized bus a shake. The rattling of the bus made holding on almost impossible. More then half the buses occupants where shook from their holds. Little men and women tumbled down the buses isle. They reached and grabbed for hand holds as they slide down the ever shortening isle. One by one people tumbled out of the bus. Their little bodies flipped and somersaulted into the giant eighteen year olds mouth. Sally could feel tiny bodies landing on her tongue. It felt like she was sprinkling Ice Cream Jimmies in her mouth. She shook the bus again getting the last of the passengers to tumble down the isle and fall into the pink hole. Sally closed her mouth and swallowed forcefully. She could feel little people wiggling and squirming as they slid down her throat.

A tiny attractive twenty something year old woman was the last to spiraled out of the bus. She kicked her legs and swung her arms reaching for air as she fell towards the giantess’ closed glossy red lips. The little brunette screamed as she tossed and turned through the air. After a twenty foot free fall the tiny woman’s body collided with Sally’s gigantic bottom lip. The impact knocked the air from the little woman’s lungs. Her tiny heart raced and her impressive chest heaved as the air rushed back into her lungs. The cute brunette was lying with her back down on the giant girls lower lip. The glossy lipstick Sally wore had the tiny woman stuck to it like a giant piece of fly paper. Not even noticing the little stow away on her lip Sally turned to Trisha with a big smile. She rubbed her long sexy belly.

“That was de-lish,” Sally giggled as she let out a little burp. She playfully covered her mouth Then burst out laughing. Trisha seeing the little woman fighting to free her self from the blood red lipstick prison came up with an Idea. She reached out her long index finger and touched it to Sally’s lower lip. Trisha scooped the little woman up with the under side of her pink finger nail. The little woman sat on the tip of Trisha’s finger. Her tight fitting jogging outfit covered in red lipstick and saliva. Trisha lifted the tiny woman up and held her just in front of Sally’s wicked smile. The mini brunette clung to Trisha finger nail as the titan sized blonde slightly parted her lips and lowered her mouth on to Trisha’s finger. Sally slid her wet lips all the way to the base of Trisha’s finger and slowly dragged and sucked her way back up. Sally worked Trisha index finger like a small penis as she gently slid her mouth back and forth. Trisha giggled as Sally’s skillful tongue gently licked at the tip of her finger like it was a tiny cock head. Trisha grabbed at Sally’s long blonde hair and gave it a playful wank. She held her friends head still by wrapping her hand into her long blonde locks. Trisha began sliding her finger in and out of Sally’s wet mouth like she was fucking it. Trisha looked into her friends deep blue eyes as she jammed her fingers in like a wet erect cock. Trisha quickly extracted her finger and replaced it with her hot little tongue. She pulled at Sally’s hair like two long horse rains and forced her slippery pink tongue into Sally’s mouth. The girls tongues wrestled like two giant serpents in each other mouths. After what seemed minutes Trisha pulled at Sally’s hair forcing their lips to separate. With a quick wank Trisha pulled Sally’s head down towards her gigantic breasts. She hugged her friends head in between her oversized flesh mounds. Sally’s tongue twirled around the cleavage of her hot Raven haired friend. Her saliva coated the gigantic boobs as she rubbed her face between them like two giant pillows. Sally’s breathing became erratic. Her face was sandwiched in Trisha’s giant wet tits. She had plenty of oxygen but it was harder to breath as Trisha wiggled her boobs into her open mouth. Trisha Jammed the tip of her left breast into Sally’s mouth. Her long pink tongue circled Trisha’s erect nipple outlining her sensitive areola. Her tight lips poked and pulled at Trisha’s hard pink nipple. It felt like a thick pencil eraser in her mouth as she sucked on it like a baby sucking a bottle.

Sally could feel Trisha slightly pushing the top of her head now. She let Trisha’s hands guide her down her flat stomach. Sally’s tongue left a trail of saliva down Trisha’s toned stomach as she traced down her body. The giant blondes knees slammed into the ground blow as she kneeled in front of Trisha. The pavement buckled and close-by onlookers where ratted to the ground. Sally’s chin scraped over Trisha’ well manicured landing strip. The tiny pubic hairs tickled at her nose as she rubbed her face against it. Finally her lips meet Trisha’s already moist pussy. The thick pink lips where soaked with her juices and Sally tasted them for the first time. She parted Trisha pink lips and ever so gently sucked on either side of Trisha’s meaty drapes. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and tasted the inside of Trisha’s vagina. It tasted sweet but also had a coppery taste to it. Almost like licking a copper penny she thought as she gripped her friends ass checks and dug her tongue deeper into her sopping wet pussy. Sally wiggled her nose over Trisha’s tiny pink clitoris while she explored the inside of her sex with her muscular tongue. Trisha moaned in ecstasy as she grinded her pubic mound into her sexy blonde friends face.

“Yeah baby eat it, Trisha moaned as she pushed on Sally’s face. To get a bit more comfortable Sally started to sit. Her ass dropped towards the ground. A tiny abandon car was crushed under her giant weight of her ass cheek as she sat down. Her long legs out stretched down the street as she laid back. People fled as two giant white boots scrapped down the road like a bulldozer. A movement as simple as straightening her legs caused havoc with the tiny people below. The ground shook while her boots plowed down the street. Cars, trucks, buses, and even people where run down by her giant advancing boots. Sally laid down on her back. She could feel tiny auto mobiles and even people crush as her back hit the pavement. Trisha straddled her friends face so she could continue on her pussy. Trisha set her mound down on Sally’s face and gently grinded. Sally’s long arms wrapped over Trisha’s smooth thighs and her fingers separated her damp pussy lips as her tongue went back to work. Sally store up a Trisha from between her toned thighs. She looked so sexy her massive breast jiggled as she slide back and forth on of Sally’s face. Trisha’s head was tilted back like she was praying to the heavens. Trisha’s hands pawed at her own chest. She lifted at the bottom of her boobs and gave them a tight squeeze. Sally watched as Trisha’s boobs morphed like water filled balloons to her squeezes. Trisha alternated wiggling the tips of her breasts as she cupped them from beneath. She would soon climax if Sally didn’t stop teasing her clit. Trisha with out warning stood up. She store down at her friend as she laid on her back. Trisha’s face looked confident and sexy while Sally’s more look of bewilderment.

“Trisha slowly strutted over to a near by building. As she walked she carelessly trampled crowds of on-lookers under her long black boots. Tiny crowds ran in fear as the underside of her massive boot descended on them. Screams turned to silence as she squished them like tiny bugs under her boots sole. The building was about a hundred and fifty feet tall. Half the size of the raven haired beauty. Trisha leaned over at the waist. She spread her long golden legs and stuck out her toned ass. She set her hands down on top of the building and looked over her shoulder to see Sally on he knees again. Sally crawled to her friend like a gigantic sex kitten. Her hands lifted high in the air and came down to the ground with a thud. Scattering people crushed under her huge open palms. Her long legs slid across the ground leaving a trail of havoc behind them. Crushed cars, squished people, and buckled pavement where some of the things pulverized in the giantess’ wake. Sally’s Tongue went back to work on Trisha’s pink slit Shivers danced down Trisha’s spine. The things Sally was doing to her sweet honey pot where undescribable. Sally pulled her head back and examined the ground around her. Seeing a tiny lipstick container sized bus Sally had an idea. She grabbed the little blue bus in her right hand. With her left hand she opened Trisha’s puffy lower lips. Trisha cooed as a cold metal object pressed against her blood engorged clit. She didn’t know what it was but it felt good as Sally rubbed it over her love button. Sally slowly inserted the city bus into her friends deep pink hole. First the windshield, then the door, then rows of windows disappeared into Trisha’s tight pussy. The giant black haired eighteen year old trusted her hips releasing then engulfing the tiny bus all the way to Sally’s finger tips. Trisha laid her body on top of the building. Her giant round breast mushed against the roof. As she bucked her hips more rapidly her breasts shook, jabbing at the roof of the building. Inside the building people ran for the stairs and hide under their desks as the building shook. The top floor of the building was being compacted as Trisha’s heavy house sized boobs pushed at the weakening steal. Trisha arched her back and her enormous boobs lifted into the air. Sally pounded away at her vagina with the blue bus dildo and Trisha’s tits swung like giant flesh wreaking balls just over the building. Her body tingled as Sally picked at her clit with her long tongue. Trisha’s meaty breasts swung back and forth above the roof. She giggled with pleasure as her breast scraped along the top of the building. Back and forth they swung as she slowly lowered herself. There was a fight to the exits on the top four floors as people saw a massive set of breasts swinging towards the building. Like two giant wrecking balls Trisha’s tits slapped the side of the building shaking it to its core. Plates of glass windows shattered and rained into the rooms of the top four floors. Men and women fought for the exit as Trisha’s gigantic breasts went into a back swing. Screams could be heard from the streets below as the giant eighteen year olds massive boobs swung toward the building again. The building rocked as her breasts tore through the top four floors. The building was literally decapitated by the weight of Trisha’s enormous swaying breasts.

Hunks of concrete, shards of glass, desks and even unlucky workers feel to the city streets below. Trisha arched her back. A jolt of pleasure started from her vagina and worked its way up her spine and through her body. She was orgasming and her giant body bucked and quivered. She let out a bear like scream that shook close by buildings. Her dripping pussy pulsated around the tiny bus. Trisha dropped to her knees as her leg muscles gave. She hugged the roofless building in an effort to keep herself from falling over. It felt so good. Her giant face pressed to the left side of the building an her enormous breasts pushed at the windows. A man store in awe as Trisha’s giant nipple squished against the window of his office. It completely covered his view of the outside world. Her nipple slid side to side up and down over the man’s window as the giant girl panted for air. He couldn’t believe the window could hold back something so immense. It was easily bigger then himself and he could hear the windows stress as she breathed in.

Trisha slowly stood as she recuperated from the big “o”. She turned to face her friend how was already standing.

“It’s my turn now,” Sally said staring at her still panting friend. Sirens whaled, while tiny police cars skidded to a halt.

“What the fuck is this,” Sally laughed as van loads of swat members piled out and ran for cover. “They think some little friggin swat team is going to stop us,” she laughed as she stood in the classic giantess pose. Her hands on her hips legs spread apart. Her weight slightly leaning to one side. Trisha laughed at the thought herself.

“You boys are gonna need bigger guns then that two stop two giant girls,” Trisha chuckled as she stood next to her friend in a similar pose. Once in position guns fired at the three hundred foot tall females. The bullets where useless. They didn’t even break the thick skin of the massive beauties. Sally was first to act. She slowly walked over to the first police car. Standing over it in her favorite giantess pose she store down at two officers that shot at her from behind the car. The little bullets felt like grains of sand bouncing off her exposed skin in a wind storm. Sally leaned her head forward and let a big wad of spit fall from her mouth. The giant white glob of saliva reshaped itself over and over again as it fell. The white wad splattered over the two officers and their car. The police men slammed to the ground as a deluge of water hit them. The force drove the wind from their lungs as they where swept off their feet by a wave of saliva. Sally laughed and headed for another cruiser. The cops ran as she lifted her giant white knee high boot high into the air. “Boom,” her foot shook the city street as she slammed it down on the police car below. Anyone in a one hundred yard radius fell to the ground with the shock wave that followed the titanic females stomp. The girls had a field day. They crushed every officer, every cruiser, and swat team member they saw. Foot stomp after foot stomp the police’s defense plan was put to rest. Sally watched as Trisha strutted down the street.

“Where are you going,” the sexy blonde yelled to her friend. Without even turning Trisha answered.

“I’m going to have a little talk with my father,” then she disappeared behind some large buildings.

Trisha’s father opened the refrigerator door to grab another beer. He could hear thuds of thunder in the distance as he popped the cheap beer can open. “Boom, boom, boom, the thuds grow louder with every second. Soon the ground was rattling. Just slight vibrations at first but with each increasingly louder thud the floor shook a bit more. Finally Trisha’s father was fighting to stay up. The floor shook like an earthquake and the low sounding thuds rumbled like thunder. Trisha’s father held on to his beer like it was his most cherished possession. Not one drop spilled form the can as he gabbed a chair to keep balance. Trisha stopped directly over the small two story house. The shaking stopped along with the thuds and Trisha’s father went back to consuming his beer like nothing ever happened. After sitting back in his favorite reclining chair he heard a sound that would haunt him for the rest of his short life. It was the sound of laughter. Female laughter, and not just any female but his daughter Trisha. Only the laughing was loud almost deafening. It sounded like Trisha was laughing through a huge pa system.

“Hey daddy I’m home,” she laughed at the thought of seeing her tiny fathers face. Trisha’s father jumped out of his seat.

“I’m gonna beat the fuck out of that stupid little bitch,” he said as he hurried to the front door. “Who the fuck does she think she is yelling to me through a speaker system”. He flung the door open, beer still in hand as he walked out to the covered front porch.

“Where are you, you stupid little slut,” he yelled before taking another swig of his beer.

“Up here daddy,” Trisha laughed as she stepped out in front of the house. Trisha’s father dropped his beer he was so shocked. He could see two gigantic black boots standing out in front of his porch. The roof over the porch kept him from seeing his 300 foot eighteen year old daughter staring down at him. He slowly approached the edge of the old wooden porch. The closer to the edge he got the more of the giantess he saw. First her giant black stripper boots, then her long golden brown thighs. His jaw dropped as her perfect pouting pussy lips came into view. Past the landing strip of jet black pubic hair, and by her deep dark naval his eyes scanned. Her sexy flat stomach, was topped of with two house sized perfectly symmetrical breasts. Just over her massive boos was his daughters smiling face. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and tickled at her boobs. Daughter or not she was a sight.

“What do you think of my outfit daddy, does it meet your approval,” she teased him from above. He remained silent. His beady eyes fixed on her massive smiling face. “Well daddy I wanted to talk to you about the way you have treated me since mom left. You have been nothing but nasty, and hateful towards me and my friends, and I think you need a spanking,” she said in a stern voice. Hearing that her father ran back into the house. The scared little man locked the door behind him, like it would help.

“Now daddy don’t make this more difficult then it has to be,” Trisha said as her oldman locked himself in his bedroom. “Oh well,” she said before dropping to her knees. Her father store out a second story window as she positioned herself next to the house. Her giant brown doe eyes scanned each window until she saw her father. Her was crouched behind his bed watching his daughters every move. Making a fist she punched through the roof like it was a wet napkin. Plaster, blue board and roof rafters dropped into her fathers room. Her fingers quickly plucked him from his hiding spot behind the bed. She raised him out of his room by the back of his battered red flannel shirt. His shirt dug into his neck as the telephone sized fingers guided him out the hole in the roof. Trisha giggled as she lifted her scared father to her face. He was so tiny she thought as she stood up. His stomach turned as he was raised 300 feet into the air in a matter of seconds. He dangled just in front of his daughters large doe eyes. Trisha turned and sat on the roof of her house. It was a pretty low seat for such a giant girl but it would do. The wood splintered and the roof began to give as she lowered all her weight on it. The small house strained to hold the weight of the giant teen. To her it was like sitting on a milk crate or even a small doll house. Her jumbo sized breasts hide behind her knees she sat so low. With her father dangling from her two fingers in front of her she reached up with the other hand and ripped his pants off.

“Spanking time,” she said laughing as she dropped him into her open left palm. He was laying face down in her palm his naked ass sticking into the air. With her little pinky finger Trisha swatted his ass. He screamed in pain as her little tap turned his pale white ass into a stingy red. Trisha was in hysterics as she tapped his ass with the tip of her little finger. She could see his tush reddening with every spank.

“Bad little daddy,” she said in a sarcastic voice. He was in tears before she finally stopped. Lifting him in her open palm she giggled seeing his red tush. As he stood up Trisha covered her mouth noticing his hardening penis. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. She couldn’t believe it he was actually excited about this situation.

“Well, well, is somebody happy to see me,” she teased pointing at his erect dick. “Do you like giant girls daddy,” she teased. She was still sitting on the house. Her knees sat up in front of her mammoth chest, the tiny man stood half naked in her palm as she store to him. Trisha placed the tiny man on her right knee cap. His member still fully erected. She reached out with her pinky finger and gently rubbed at the underside of his penis.

“How’s that feel,” the giant girl asked as he began grinding his hips with her finger. She couldn’t believe it her tiny father was standing on her knee dry humping her little finger. Trisha leaned back. The house creaked under her weight. Her massive boobs came out from hiding behind her knees as she laid against the neighbors house with her head. Trisha’s little father still stood on her right knee as she gently massaged her gigantic breasts.

“Do you like what you see you little pervert,” her voice sounded a bit more harsh. Her fingers twirled around her nipples. She gently tickled and rubbed at them until they swelled up. The tiny man on her knee watched in excitement. Sure it was his daughter but not by blood. He had never told her but he started seeing her mom after she was born. To him it was just a gigantic hot eighteen year old, nothing more. Trisha’s lifted her massive left breast to her mouth. She watched the little man as she took her nipple between her thick pink lips.. Her tongue swirled around her rock hard nipple as the little man on her knee started masturbating.

“Do you like that, “ she said taking her nipple out of her mouth. “I bet you would like to come play with these tittys wouldn’t you. I think their a little to big for you though,” she laughed before putting her nipple back in her mouth. She gently gripped her nipple between her teeth and let go of her breast. The weight of her support less breast stretched her pink nipple. She watched as he continued to masturbate.

“Imagine your self right here,” she said pointing to her sternum between her massive boobs. She slowly squeezed her breasts together. “Can you picture what it would be like. My gigantic tits closing in on your little body. I would slowly press them together. I could feel your little body push up against me. Come on little man beat it,” she said teasing her father. “I would let off the pressure and let you explore my breasts. You could try to climb one of these babies but I wouldn’t let you get to far,” she said squeezing her boobs. “When you where half way up this breast right here,” she pointed to her massive right breast about half way up. “Smack,” she clapped her boobs together. He burst out a trail of white seamen. Trisha could barley see the thick white goo as it shot out over her knee.

“That’s a good little man,” Trisha cheered him on. She lifted her tiny shaking father off her knee. She started to lower him towards her picture perfect pubic mound. She rubbed him against her thick meat curtains. He salty pussy dampened once again. Trisha pushed his little body between the folds of her massive pussy. His red flannel shirt and long scraggily hair where coated in pussy juices. Trisha carefully guided him in and out of her cunt. The harder her breathing got the deeper she would stick the man. Honestly she could barley feel him. It was her fingers that where doing all the work. They pushed and stretched her tight inner walls as the little man went along for the ride. Her hips began bucking wildly. She was quick to orgasm. Just the thought of forcing a tiny man up her pussy made her explode. She released her father deep inside her. She could feel him fighting to get out. His little kicks and punches only extended her orgasm as she wiggled around on the straining house. The house gave way. Trisha laughed as she fell to the ground. Everything she ever had was in that house. Well everything except her boots. All her cloths, her cd’s and her memories of a brutal childhood. Trisha’s father finally made it to the exit of her deep sex hole.

“Now little man,” she said reaching for him. “I have to get back to town and help out Sally. So I really have no use for you,” She said lifting him high in the air over her mouth. She had him pinched between her thumb and forefinger and she slowly lowered him to her opening mouth. She could hear him scream but couldn’t care less. He met no more to her then a little bug. He felt her grip loosen and he dropped into her open mouth. Trisha swallowed hard. She didn’t want chew him. Instead she wanted him to slowly and painfully dissolve in her stomach fluids. She could feel him wiggle as her traveled down her throat and even a bit in her belly. With that done she stood up.

“Hang on Sally, here I come”.

PART3

“That would be awesome,” Trisha added. “I would pay to see that,” she said as they were about to exit Sally’s car.

“A fucking ice cube tray in the freezer,” Sally teased. “Girl, you have some deep issues”.

Trisha sat in front of the dressing room mirror applying a thick jet black coat of mascara. The black outline made her already big beautiful brown eyes look even more exotic. Her thick pouting lips glistened with light pink glittery lipstick. Her Long wavy black hair hung down past her broad feminine shoulders. Her tan body shined from the body oil she had applied earlier. Her large round breasts tore at the seams of her small tight bikini top. Her cleavage over flowed from all sides of the tiny top as the little black triangles tried to contain their mass. Her hard flat stomach was left exposed and it was topped off with her shiny little belly button ring. Trisha wore skin tight go-go shorts that hugged her perfect ass like a latex glove. Her long thick heeled black boots where laced up tight and she wore a black lacy garter around her right thigh for holding her tip money. She was going on stage to strip for the first time in her life. Millions of thoughts where running through her mind as she sprayed a mist of sweet perfume on her exposed breast flesh. Would she be able to go through with this? Would the crowd like her? Trisha stood up turning side to side admire herself for one last second before taking the stage.

“Oh my God you look so hot,” Sally said as she walked into the dressing room.

“I’m so nervous, I don’t know if I can go through with this,” Trisha replied to her friend.

“Oh honey,” Sally hugged her little friend to comfort her. “Your gonna knock em dead out there”. “Your hands down the hottest girl in the place”. “You’ll have those men eating out of your little hand by the end of the night,” Sally encouraged her nervous friend.

“Any last words of advise,” Trisha asked while heading toward the stage door.

“Look like your having fun, or be a complete bitch, the guys will eat it up,” Sally insisted. “Remember all guys will state the obvious”.

“The obvious, what do you mean by that,” Trisha asked.

“You know the obvious”. “Guys will think they are being so cute and witty”. “Like, I can’t tell you how many bozo’s ask me how tall I am”. “Like I never heard that before you unoriginal douse bag”. “Excuse me Miss,” Sally lowered her voice a few octaves and acted like a mindless club goer. “My friend and I here, have a little bet going,” She mocked. “I think your six feet tall and he says your at least six two, can you tell us who is right”. “Your both wrong you fucking losers,” she finished her little act an returned her voice to normal. “I can’t tell you how many times a night I get asked why my stage name is Liberty”. “I feel like saying this is why and stomp on their little fucking heads,” Sally stamped her long white boot on the ground.

With that in mind Trisha took the stage. As she nervously strutted out onto the large half round stage her eyes squinted to adjust to the bright lights. The red, blue, yellow, and green lights toke turns flashing on and off. She couldn’t see anything but the long rack of blinking lights that hung just in front of the stage. Not even the men in “The Pit” where visible only their dark silhouette stood out in the smoky background.

“Gentlemen, please put your hands together for Raven,” the announcer said over the clubs expensive sound system. Trisha figure the name Raven fit her because of her hair color. The men in the audience erupted. Their screams and cat calls gave Trisha the confidence she needed to start her dance.

Her curvy hips gyrated to the thumping bass coming out of the speaker. She slowly spun in a circle giving the crowd an idea of how shapely her back side was.

“Nice ass,” yelled a club goer. Trisha smiled as she gave her sexy little butt a wiggle. “Stating the obvious,” she said to herself as she danced her way to the front of the stage. Men store in awe at the goddess on stage. Her perfect body shook in rhythm to the loud bassy music.

“Let’s see those tits,” came a call from an impatient viewer. Trisha confidently put her hands over her chest and shook her head side to side like she was outraged at the comment. The crowd screamed louder as she teased them. With that Trisha ripped the tiny top off her perfect cantaloupe sized breasts. Men stood up out of their seats as the little vixen gracefully moved around the stage. Her firm breast bounced ever so sightly with her every sexy move. Her big dark pink nipples where placed in the direct center of her large tear drop shaped breasts. The gleaming body oil exaggerated every twitching muscle in her tight little body as the lights reflected off her. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side as her tight white go-go shorts slide to the ground. She had an instant rush of adrenalin as the crowd went wild. Her tight black thong barley covered her meaty hairless pubic mound. A little black triangle of silky material is all that sat between Trisha’s moist pussy and the eager crowd of rowdy men. The thin black strap disappeared into her ass crack only to come out again on the top of her ass.

Sally watched from the main bar as her friend totally toke control of the stage. She had never seen the place go this crazy. Even when there was an adult entertainer as a feature dancer the place wasn’t this wild. Men jockeyed for a spot near the stage. Fist fulls of George Washington’s flooded the floor by Trisha’s feet. It looked like the New York Stock Exchange had come to visit Crickets Gentlemen’s Club. As the music died down so did Trisha’s dance. Sally started toward the dressing room. She was going to congratulate her friend on a terrific performance when her body suddenly jolted. Sally stood still as she felt every muscle in her body contract at the same time. It wasn’t painful but it really scared her. Sally’s whole body was immovable for an instant as her body trembled. It sounded stupid but she could swear her already snug cloths where fitting her tighter. It was almost like she grew a few inches. As soon as the jolt started it stopped. Sally was unharmed and not sure of what just happened started to the dressing room to greet Trisha.

“Hey watch where your going, ya, ya, you,” a short man turned around and yelled as Sally bumped into him. Comparatively he was actually average height but to her he was short. He was stunned as he store directly into the sexy amazon’s chest. Sally simple put her hands on her hips and stuck out her average chest like a super hero. The top of the mans head was level with her b-cup breasts and she laughed as the short man slowly looked up to her face in awe..

“Watch where I’m going,” Sally asked snidely. “You better be careful yourself little fella,” she teased him. “I almost stepped on you,” she laughed. The mans mouth dropped as she continued to tease him. “You wouldn’t want the big mean lady to step on you now would you,” Sally asked as the man store up in amazement. The man and his friends looked like eight year old compared to a full grown woman. “Now I suggest before I get pissed and stomp your asses into the ground like a little bugs, you and your midget friends take off,” Sally added pushing past him.

“You fucking bitch,” she heard him yell as she reached for the dressing room door.

“It’s like a midget convention out there,” Sally told Trisha as she embraced her friend.

“Are they midgets or are you just a fucking giant,” Trisha asked playfully.

“Oh god, what I would do to some of those nasty fucks out there if I was a giant,” Sally laughed. “You where awesome out there girl,” Sally told Trisha as she stepped back to admire her sexy friend..

“Hey Raven,” a redheaded dancer yelled as she came in the dressing room. “There is a guy in the V.I.P room that wants you for the rest of the night,” The redhead added then disappeared back into the main room.

“Wants me for the rest of the night,” Trisha asked disgusted.

“Oh relax Trisha, he just wants you to give him a private dance,” Sally said. “If he’s gonna pay for the whole night, your gonna make about a grand”.

“Are you serious, who the hell would pay that much for me to dance in front of them,” Trisha asked excitedly.

“You’ll probably end up talking with him for most of the time,” Sally answered. “Guys like that shit. They really think your all into them. Just play it cool and make sure the guy has a good time. You’ll have him spending his paychecks on you instead of his family. Go get em girl,” Sally said before shoving Trisha out the door.

Trisha had put on a tight fitting baby tee seeing her bikini was torn off in her wild dance. Standing outside the door to the V.I.P room she stopped and toke a deep breath before entering. Her body froze as a sharp jolt shot threw her like a bolt of lightening. Her muscles tensed and her body felt like it was expanding. Her muscles relaxed but her clothing felt tighter. Everything except her boots seamed to feel tighter. What the hell just happened she thought as she opened the door. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she entered the private dance room. Sitting cross legged in an over stuffed red velvet chair was the short fat man from the shoe store. His yellow smile made her want to puke. She thought as she closed the door behind her. Remembering what Sally said about the money Trisha pretended to be excited to see him.

“Oh my god its you,” she said to fat man. She tried so hard to sound excited to see him but she was actually a little freaked out by the fact that he knew she worked there.

“Great show,” he said in a deep voice trying to sound all macho.

“Yeah,” she asked seductively. “Did you like it,” Trisha asked in a sexy confident whisper. Her hips swung from side to side like a pendulum as she strutted across the room. Fat mans confidence was slowly dissolving as she made her way toward him like a hungry lioness. With every step the beauty took toward him his confidence slipped a notch. He would be a babbling idiot in a few seconds he figured. Her eyes slightly closed giving them that feline like. Her fat pink lips gleamed in the soft light the small table lamp gave off. The tiny white tee shirt she wore had a low cut neckline allowing her ample cleavage to be on display. Her big thimble sized nipples outlined by the shirts cottony material. Her powerful legs in the long black boots. Fat man was in a trance as the dangerous beauty moved closer to him. There she stood before him, her hands on her hips her legs spread slightly more then shoulder width apart. She store down at him like she was a mother about to scold her child. Something about the man made her want to intimidate him. Fat man store up at her in awe. He was sitting in a chair but he didn’t remember her being so tall.

“Get up,” Trisha ordered him. Slowly fat man started to stand. To speed up the process Trisha roughly grabbed him by the back of his dress shirt and pulled him to his feet. His head coward like a scared puppy. His eyes drifted toward the floor as she store him down like a school yard bully. Trisha towered over the man. She remembered in the store he had to crane his neck to see over her shoulder but now he would have to stand on his tip toes to even see over her breasts. As she looked down at the pathetic man her body began to tremble. Her muscles squeezed like a vise, as a tingle shot through her entire body. She closed her eyes tight as her body surged and pushed at her already tight cloths. Fat man still looking at the ground didn’t notice the beautiful eighteen year old girl in front of him growing. His fat little eyes where fixed on the ground or maybe on her well shined fuck-me boots. Trisha opened her eyes to see everything around her had gotten smaller. The velvet chair, the small end table with the lamp, the doorway and even fat man. No longer was his head up to her round breasts. If he looked strait he would be staring into her cute little belly button. She had know idea what had happened. The only thing she did know was fat man was going to get the show of his life.

“Get on your knees and kiss my boots,” Trisha ordered him like she was some kind of Dominatrix. With out hesitation or even a questioning look fat man dropped to his knees. His fat little lips instantly kissed the top of Trisha’s black boot. She couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so small and pathetic being down on all fours. She laughed at the thought of stepping down on the back of his neck with one of her oversized boots. She could snap it like a chicken bone at this height she figured. Trisha’s hands rested on her hips, her thick pretty pink lips where curled up into a sinister smile as he kissed away at her shiny boots. Trisha nudged his face away from her boot with a simple flick of the foot.

“Take my boot off, you pathetic little man,” she ordered. She was getting a total kick out of bossing the little fat man around. She could tell him to stand on his head and he would probably do it. The power was intoxicating. Fat man quickly grabbed at the boots laces. His plump fingers fought with the tight double knot. Trisha tapped her foot on the floor to let fat man know she was getting impatient. He was like a kid opening up the biggest gift under the tree on Christmas day. His hands trembled as he finally undid the laces. Trisha lifted her foot so he could pull her boot off. Her nylon was pulled tight over her sexy foot. The flesh colored nylon was so tight it was almost like a second layer of skin. Fat man’s eyes lifted and toke in every part of his dream girls body. Her long powerful legs that stretched toward the heavens. Her slender muscular flat stomach gleamed from body oils. The underside of her large oversized breasts where exposed due to the tiny tank top and her recent growth spurt. Her sweat beautiful face seamed to be as high as the ceiling from fat mans perspective. Little did he know in a matter of minutes it would be. Wait a second he thought as he store into her eyes.

“That’s impossible,” fat man muttered. She was massive. Trisha must have been eight feet tall. Scared, he was about to jump to his feet but Trisha’s heavy nylon covered foot slammed into his chest. The force knocked him to his back. He gasped in pain. It felt like being hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. Trisha quickly stepped onto his soft plump chest. She barley had to push to keep the man from moving.

“Please, let me up,” his scared chubby face was beat red as he gasped for oxygen. Trisha pushed harder.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? I thought you liked my feet,” she mocked him from above. Her body tensed and her muscled tightened. Fat man’s eyes opened wide as he watched his master grow before him. He struggled under her foot and finally pushed it off him. Trisha watched as her scrambled to his feet and started for the door.

“Show’s not over yet fat man,” she said with a frustrated tone. She grabbed him with one hand by the back of his collar. The fourteen foot girl simple lifted him off the ground and spun him around. His dress shirt strained at the seams as Trisha easily lifted him of the ground. His collar dug into his neck, like a tightening noose. His fat little arms pulled at the collar of his shirt. His oxygen was being cut off. She dropped him at her feet with a thud. Trisha lifted her giant foot above his head and slowly pressed down. His chubby head was pinned under the massive weight of her giant foot. His nose bent over and flattened against his face as she applied the slightest bit of pressure.

“Now fat man, how does my foot smell,” Trisha teased him. His hands fought with her massive foot. It completely covered his face and was not only keeping him from breathing but was also pinning him to the floor. She was going to crush his skull if she pushed any harder. His tiny head ached and his fat face burned as she slowly rubbed her nylon covered foot back and forth. His screams where muffled under the beauties heavy foot. Trisha bent down and with both hands tore a hole in the top of her nylon. Then she proceeded to tear the nylon from her foot. Trisha’s body swelled again. With a slight tremble and a tensing of the muscles she grow to at least twenty feet. Her head was touching the high cathedral ceiling and she had to bend at the waist to keep her head from popping through the roof. Her foot was a little less then half the size of the man pinned under it. Her expanding body had torn her little shirt and sexy go go shorts into threads. Trisha could hear screams coming from the main room now. Someone must have saw her she figured as the room burst out into panic.

In the other room Sally was going through an identical growth spurt. Club goers at first clapped and cheered thinking it was some type of special effect show but it quickly escalated into a frenzy. The men pushed and pulled their way toward the exits while the other dancers and staff fought for an exit them selves. Sally’s cloths had practically ripped off her by now. Only her boots fit like the where supposed to. They seamed to be growing along with her. Her body tensed again and her head pushed at the flimsy ceiling. Soon the club goers that made it to the parking lot could see a giant blonde head push through the roof like it was tissue paper.