Sam stretched out in bed, letting out a small groan upon finally waking up from her night’s slumber. 

A little groggily, she found herself reaching somewhat blindly toward her nightstand where her phone was laying. Almost clumsily, she knocked over her alarm clock that clattered to the floor with a noise that seemed to put some alertness in her as she finally scooped up her phone. She looked down at the device, unlocking the screen as she checked her notifications. A few sympathy texts about her recent break-up, some notifications from different social medias and apps. Nothing from Chelsea. A small twinge of frustration cropped up in her–Sam had been hoping that she’d come around somewhat to how dumb it was to break up with her. 

Yet…well, she had seemed so final in their last conversation. She had left her with a number of observations about herself, how Sam only seemed to really care about herself–how one-sided the whole relationship was. Those thoughts circled in her head to an almost dizzying effect, yet Sam knew she didn’t want to think about it at the moment. 

As she locked her phone, however, she got the distraction she needed when she noticed something off. Really, she had never noticed exactly how big the phone was, but she was pretty sure it seemed a little…smaller in her hand. She turned it over in her hands somewhat, confusion setting in her as she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Still–she shook her head. She had just woken up, it was probably just her being tired still. She’d go make some coffee and the feeling would leave. 

That wasn’t the case, however. Sam noticed two things as soon as she managed to get out of bed and on her feet. The first was that the clothes she slept in were much tighter than she could remember–the fabric was tight across her already generous chest, hugging tightly to her thighs and ass as if she had tried to force herself into a set of clothing that was a couple sizes too small. The second thing she noticed, which concerned her the most, was…something even she had a hard time processing. 

There was a strange heaviness to her crotch, Sam letting out a small breath as she reached down into the tight waistband of her shorts. She palmed the cock that had appeared between her legs almost curiously, the frown on her face deepening. 

Sam didn’t have much time to really process what was happening, as she was hit with a surge of pain that bloomed in her gut. With a short groan, she doubled over–for a few moments, she was concerned that she was going to vomit or something along those lines. Yet, something entirely different started to happen. The clothes she was wearing were tightening, straining all the more as she seemed to expand. The sensation was strange, Sam watching on with wide eyes as her shirt continued to strain to contain her chest, her shorts stretching harshly against the expanse of her thighs and hips as they grew larger and larger. 

The pain subsided, yet the growth continued somewhat. The sensation had Sam falling to the floor of her room, watching as the seams of her shorts started to break, holding on by threads as the skin of her thighs started to poke through the fabric. 

With a small gasp, her shorts finally gave away with a rip up the side, the fabric snapping away once the pressure had been released. The ripping of the clothing allowed her massive cock to spring free, Sam staring down at it as she sat on the floor, legs spread with her top just barely holding on as she took in short breaths. The organ was flaccid, yet it was probably one of the biggest cocks she had seen–and it was on herself. Her mouth parted, as if to say something, yet the words died in her throat. There was nothing she could really say at the moment. 

Luckily, she didn’t really need to. The short burst of pain from her gut happened again, Sam letting out another short groan as she felt her body expand again. More rapidly, this time. It was as if, now that her shorts were ruined and she was resigned to the fact that it was happening, her body was now making things happen at a much quicker pace. 

Sam felt her shirt strain, the pressure of her massive chest pulling the silky fabric tight across her skin, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as it tried to contain the flesh that was squishing together and somewhat over the top in an attempt to escape. With another hiss, a few buttons on her shirt popped, allowing her breasts to surge forward somewhat. One after the other, eventually her buttons gave away and her shirt snapped open as her massive tits spilled out. The shirt strained to keep itself around her arms as the sleeves eventually ripped too, leaving Sam in nothing. 

Though, she found herself flinching when she felt the top of her head brush something. Her toes next, the situation taking a moment to register in her mind before she returned to the moment at hand. Her head bumped against the ceiling, her legs stretched out so far that she sat with her knees somewhat bent, her toes now reaching the edge of the wall on the other side of the room. Her body didn’t stop growing, however, Sam continued to feel like she was being compressed into a tight box. Her massive limbs easily knocked around furniture that would take her a few pulls to move if she were normal sized. 

With a groan, Sam’s bed gave out under the weight of her leg resting on it, one of her knees brushing against the light fixture on her ceiling. 

She continued to expand, Sam having to bend her knees to keep making room for herself. With some numbness, given the situation, she realized that her hand was the size of her door. She couldn’t get out. While she had never suffered from claustrophobia before, she couldn’t help the way her lungs felt like they were being squeezed, more and more of her flesh pushing against the walls of her bedroom. In a vain attempt, she tried to shift herself, yet she only found the front of her body pressing against the series of windows that lined her room beside her bed. Despite the curtains, there was no hiding the way her breasts and cock pressed against the cold glass. 

Sam struggled to move, feeling the ceiling at her shoulder while her legs pushed against the walls of her bedroom. With a somewhat pained groan, she felt her front press harder against the windows, the glass cracking slowly under the pressure. Larger and larger Sam grew, feeling much like she had been stuffed into a tiny box. Thankfully, however, the glass in front of her gave away easily enough with a few more moments of pressure. 

With a loud crash, the windows shattered and the surrounding wall crumbled as Sam rolled herself out. Her apartment was on the fifth floor of the small building, which should have been a fall that broke a couple bones. At her current size, however, it felt as if Sam had just rolled off her bed. She landed on her back onto the street below, letting out a somewhat pained grunt at the feeling of the parked cars below getting crushed under her back. Sam tried to spread her arms out, yet she only ended up knocking over street lights and moving some of the cars she managed to miss. 

She wasn’t done growing, either, apparently. 

The ground rubbed against her skin somewhat uncomfortably as she continued to grow bigger, though the process was starting to slow down a little bit. With shaky movements, Sam tried to gather herself to a stand. Her shoulder bumped into her apartment building as she tried to push herself up, knocking through into the floor and caused the building to start to crumble in upon itself. Vaguely, Sam could recognize some of the horrified faces of her neighbors that stared out at her massive, nude form. 

With an exhale, Sam finally pushed herself up to a stand, stumbling somewhat as her massive feet crashed into the lower floor of the building nearby as she tried to catch herself from falling. Sam continued to grow bigger, higher and higher, until she could easily see over a few of the buildings around her. Finally, that almost nauseous feeling settled, Sam breathing heavily as she took in the area around her. 

People had stopped in the streets to gawk up at the giantess that had seemingly just sprouted out from the side of a building, bits of metal and concrete falling off her body as she stood in the street. There was also the cock that hung between her legs, big enough to crush a few cars on its own, yet the woman attached to it towered over the buildings in visible confusion. 

Sam needed to ground herself, to find something familiar. Someone who would–

Chelsea.

Chelsea would help her. That was her sort of thing–she had always wanted to help her. Granted, the break up wasn’t great, but she knew her. She would want to help her in this situation. 

With a more focused look, Sam nodded to herself before she glanced down. She walked forward, trying her best to avoid stepping on anything, yet the cars around her were driving erratically to escape her oncoming footfalls. Some people who were on foot were either running for their lives, or were staring up in awe at the sight before them. Every movement she took was emphasized at her current size, any slight wobble or stumble would knock her foot or knees into the top of some of the smaller buildings, while she couldn’t catch herself on the taller buildings without knocking them down. In a way, she had complete control–every move she made, deliberate or not, would have an effect on the city around her. The people under her. Sam had always enjoyed the stares, the attention her looks would bring her, yet this…this was something completely new. A little intoxicating, if she thought about it. 

She felt something stir within her, the cock between her legs twitching somewhat in attention as she continued to move down the familiar street toward Chelsea’s place. Her feet crushed cars, the metal crunching under the weight of her feet, street lights and poles getting crushed between her toes. More and more people were scrambling to get out of her path, some abandoning their cars in the middle of the street. The whole scene was putting an odd thrill to Sam, admittedly. She was still scared, of course, yet it was exciting in a certain way. 

The way her cock swelled and throbbed said enough on that fact. 

Still, the giant woman moved forward through the city street. She could feel the cars and different structures being crushed under her movements, and those sensations were pushing her on all the more and were being sent straight to her hardening cock. Some people weren’t so lucky, caught in the shadow of an advancing step that Sam was too distracted to notice. A handful of people were caught and pressed under her foot, the massive amount of pressure breaking the odd bone and winded some to the point that they remained laying in the street after as she continued on. 

Sam paused at an intersection, her hand reaching down to play with her cock almost absentmindedly. The pleasure had her inhaling, feeling some precum leak out onto her fingers as she did so. A few drops slipped out around her fingers, landing on some cars under her like a thick, goopy bucket of water. The giantess above them paid them little mind, though, Sam finally pulling her hand away from her cock. 

We need to find Chelsea. Focus. 

With somewhat uneven steps, given the erect cock between her legs, she made her way toward the familiar apartment building. She shoved more cars and people aside with her foot–those that she didn’t absentmindedly step on, anyway. Despite the horror that sat in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated that the little things were still in her way. 

She was huge, much bigger than them, and yet they couldn’t think to just clear the way of her?

She fought back the urge to roll her eyes as, finally, she stopped before Chelsea’s apartment building. The building itself came up to her chest, her tits hanging free as Sam breathed in harshly. Excitement and fear in mix, yet she knew she just wanted Chelsea. She needed Chelsea. She was the only person who could calm that part of her mind that was buzzing in the back of her head. The one that wanted to just curl up and cry over the horrible situation she’s found herself in. Destroyed her apartment building, her home. She was massive and didn’t know if she’d be growing more, if by the next hour she’d be towering over the skyline. While a part of her feared that, another part of her couldn’t help but feel her cock twitch at the idea. The amount of power and destruction she would wield then…

With a sigh, Sam sank down to her knees in front of the apartment building, crushing a few cars under the weight of her knees and legs, but otherwise seemed focused on the task at hand. Chelsea was on the third floor, facing the direction that Sam was knelt before. So, almost gingerly, she pressed her thumb hard against one of the windows until it cracked and then popped out. With a shake of her hand, the window pane fell and shattered on the street near her legs. Sam hooked her fingers into the hole it left behind in the building and started to pull the wall apart, creating some sort of twisted dollhouse where she could reach into the rooms of Chelsea’s apartment. 

It was odd, seeing the mini living room and the kitchen they spent their mornings in, Sam easily reaching in and pushing aside the furniture. She pushed her thumb into the bathroom, pulling the wall apart with a loud crack, some water starting to spray against her fingers. No Chelsea, still. That just left the bedroom. Placing her thumb against the door, she noticed some resistance. It was locked. With some more pressure, Sam finally caved in the door, the wall caving somewhat under the force. Sam was met with Chelsea’s terrified screaming, her ex-girlfriend curled up between the side of the bed and the wall. With a small, relieved, exhale, Sam reached inside. 

She hooked her fingers around the bed, pulling it toward her somewhat. Chelsea got up to her feet and tried to run, yet Sam’s hand came down and pinned her to the floor. Gingerly, Sam plucked up the other woman, pulling her from the wreck she had made of her apartment. 

“Oh my god, Chelsea,” Sam gasped, “I don’t–I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Put me down–please. I know…I know that the break up was sudden, but–”

“This is not about that,” Sam snapped, “I suddenly started growing, I can’t go anywhere without bringing destruction with me and…and I’m just so big. Already. I don’t know if I’ll keep growing up, but I’ll just keep…keep getting bigger and more destructive…it’s not about that at all.” 

“I…” Chelsea started, yet her response fell short when she caught the look in Sam’s face, the giantess cradling her in her hand while she stared down at her with blow-wide pupils, flushed cheeks. She…

“Fuck–I’m sorry, I just…” Sam muttered, removing her free hand from where it was resting against her thigh to start stroking herself again. Chelsea couldn’t help but follow her arm down, her gaze landing upon the hard, red head of the cock below her with a small gasp. 

“What–” she started, but Sam interrupted her with a small groan, her teeth biting down on her lower lip before she started looking at her with a certain gleam to her eye. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why…” Sam started, but otherwise started to lower the hand Chelsea was cradled in. 

Suddenly, Chelsea was pressed against the velvety skin of the hard cock, Sam’s hand wrapped around her body before she started rubbing her up and down the giant shaft. Chelsea struggled, digging her feet into the flesh of the cock as she was dragged up and down it. Yet, that only caused Sam to moan louder, rutting herself against her as if she were some sort of sex toy. In that moment, that was all she was. Still, she tried to free herself, twisting her body and legs against and around the shaft as she was moved up and down it. The amount of precum that was leaking out and down across Sam’s hand and onto Chelsea’s body was enough to where her attempts did nothing to slow her down and only seemed to push her closer and closer to that edge. 

Sam squeezed her around her cock a little more, changing angles and jerking herself off quicker. The friction was a little uncomfortable–for both of them, it seemed, given Sam’s pained grunts at points, yet it didn’t stop her in the slightest. The giantess sighed, allowing herself to lean back, her back pressing against a building behind her. The way she leaned back made the building buckle somewhat, but luckily her focus on her cock was enough to keep her from completely destroying the thing. Chelsea was completely covered in sweat and precum, dragged up and down the hard and twitching shaft of her ex-girlfriend’s cock. 

It wasn’t that long until Sam found some sort of pressure mounting in her, Sam stopping to cup Chelsea around the head of her cock as it twitched hard. She threw her head back with a moan, a rope of cum gushed out and coated the smaller woman completely–it seemed to just keep coming, Sam’s hold on her not allowing her to escape. Even when Sam used her again to lazily stroke her overstimulated cock through the last of the orgasm. 

What she hadn’t noticed, however, was the stillness of the street around her. People had fled, obviously, but it seemed like people were being cleared away in her distraction. Sam slowly started to come back to reality, pushing herself up to her knees while she still held onto Chelsea like a comfort object. In a few ways, she had certainly been treated as such. Though, seeing the military vehicles put more fear than rage in Sam at being able to carry on. 

She had felt everything–when she had fallen from her apartment floor, the sharp metal of the cars under her. She didn’t want to know what it would feel like to be shot up by military grade weapons. Chelsea lay limp in her hand, watching on as Sam seemed to hesitate–she could faintly hear helicopters from some distance away. It seemed like Sam heard them too, confirming their existence upon seeing them approaching along the city skyline. 

Still holding onto Chelsea, Sam seemed to finally decide what she needed to do next. So, slowly, she raised her free hand up in surrender, her ex-girlfriend still laying, covered in cum, in her hand as Sam seemed to accept working with the military on how to proceed with this situation.