Jeff pulled up to Cara's house and stepped out of his car, looking up at the
evening sky, the almost-pink clouds, the orange sunset sunlight, and more
specifically at Cara's second-floor window. He tried to get a peek inside her
room, but the blinds were drawn. Damn, he thought. Oh well, I'll be seeing her
soon enough, anyway. He was already getting hard just from thinking about
her. She had him over every few days, usually on the nights her mother was out
of town and left her home alone. He looked forward to every single visit. The
thought of her blue eyes staring into his, or the look on her face when she
laughed at his lamest jokes, the freckles under her eyes... It was safe to say
that Jeff was in love with Cara. She had feelings for him, there was no doubt
about it, but how strongly his pure adoration was reciprocated was uncertain.
Cara knew he loved her and knowingly led him along. He was handsome, he
had a good sense of humor, a rather plain personality, but that wasn't
important. She had him wrapped around her finger. He was a status symbol,
as much as he was a lover, and she valued status greatly over love. Her mom's
car wasn't in the driveway. Good, she was gone. Jeff walked up to the front
door and opened it, starting his walk to Cara's room.
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The tiny City lay on Cara's bed, in the shadow of her nude body. She was facing
away from it, toward the door, hiding it behind her so that Jeff wouldn't
immediately notice it when he came in. She wasn't entirely sure how he'd react
to the knowledge of her new toy. There were a lot of people who weren't as
open to that sort of thing as she had so recently discovered herself to be. It
was quite possible that he would reject her, that he would be as disgusted by the
idea of using the City as a sex to as she was aroused by it. Despite these
doubts, she couldn't get images of his member engulfing the City's largest
buildings in shadow. Carak a deep breath and bit her lip, her fingers moving
ever closer to her slit. She heard footsteps on the stairs. He would be coming
in any second... And there he was. The door swung open. He entered heroom
and his head turned straight to her. She saw the glow of recognition as he
realized she was already naked. He walked over to her and threw her down on
the bed. Her perfect ass rolled over a portion of the City. She moaned,
reaching for his crotch, undoing his zipper as their lips met. His cock was freed,
and he rose off of her. He took off his shirt as she removed his pants with one
hand and stroked his shaft with the other. Her lips moved to his cock, and he
moaned in pleasure. She looked up at him, giving him the kind of look that
she knew would just make him melt at a moment like this. He lifted her up and
turned her over, so that her breasts hovered over the City and her ass faced
him. There was a pause as he fumbled in his pants, puling out a condom and
slipping it on as quickly as he could. She felt him enter her, felt the force of his
pounding behind her, knew that his balls were surely wiping out thousands as he
took her from behind. She wondered what it was like to be beneath the place
where their enormous bodies met...
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Chavi was more terrified than she had thought she could be. When the Giant
revealed himself, she had nearly fainted. The sight of a giant man...the
theological implications...of course she didn't believe the bullshit they spoonfed
the masses to keep them compliant, about the Goddess being absolutely
perfect and above all other things, she was obviously just a girl, no different
than any of the other millions of girls in the world, and probably much less than
many people. But the strictures of the church she had led for her entire life
seemed to have become embedded in her subconscious mind, so that seeing a
giant man, larger than the new Goddess they had been given to by far, a girl
who was much larger than the girl they had belonged to...well, it was just too
much to bear. The Temple had survived the initial makeout, when the perfect
ass rolled over the part of the City situated closest to the Goddess, but when the
New Goddess' face and breasts had taken up the sky in much of the city, Chavi
looked down between the girl's legs to see another pair behind her. And
between those legs, a penis the size of which no one in the City had ever dared
to imagine, large enough to eclipse the City alone. The enormous pair of
testicles underneath the cock struck the Temple in the first thrust into the
Goddess. Many had perished then. Not Chavi. Aside from the indignity of
survigint that, she had gotten stuck to some spit on the giant testicle, and had
a very close view of her Goddess getting fucked from behind. The cock pulled
out, and Chavi had an excellent view of the Goddess' ass. Her legs were quite
long, leading down to an enormous pair of feet. She saw some debris falling
down off the side of the bed, and watched the Goddess move her foot-perhaps
subconsiously-over, and crush the chunk of City under her little toe. How many
thousands of people were just wiped out under that foot? wondered Chavi. Not
nearly as many as are already dead, or dying, or stuck to this cock or that cunt
in the sky. The man stopped moving. She heard him say something to the
Goddess. She looked up at him. They spoke for a minute, their voices slowly
growing louder, the Goddess' hand slowly moving toward the man's cock, and
then suddenly he bent over, shouting at her, and Chavi saw his face for the first
time. Piercing blue eyes, and short brown hair. He had a look of disgust on his
face. Then there was darkness. She screamed as she realized where she was.
The Mome of the Aleis Borem Order was trapped on a man's scrotum, a mere
speck among countless others, all of them lost in a dark, hot, foreign-smelling
cavern. Then the walls contracted. That was Jeff zipping up his pants.
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Cara was crying. She couldn't believe it. Jeff, the boy who had the night before
whispered in her ear as he drifted off to sleep that he loved her, had screamed
at her, called her horrible names, and left her on her bed with tears in her eyes.
"Fucking whore! Fetishist pig! I can't believe I stooped low enough to the
fucking ground to sleep with someone like you! You're fucking disgusting!"
Those had probably been the most hurtful things she had ever heard. As she
cried, naked and alone in her room, her mother out of town, her tears fell down
on the city beneath her. Hundreds of thousands drowned as she sat in silence,
save for the occasional sob. Eventually, she lay down, crushing millions to death
as she got comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. Her last thoughts before
she faded from consciousness weren't of Jeff and the emotional pain he
had caused her, but of Becca, her smile, her hair, the feel of her breasts...