Commander Duron scowled at the latest batch of "workers". Was this really the best his enforcers could do? These people looked half-dead already, how was he supposed to get any use out of them? He'd be lucky if a quarter were still alive by next week...
"Listen up, THINGS. From now on, you are a number. You will answer to that number, or you will be beaten. You will do whatever we tell you, or we will beat you. You will speak only when we demand it, or we will cut out your tongue. Yo-" Duron stopped his speech as a slight rumble shook the area. Duron glanced around along with a few of his officers, but the rumbling vanished as quickly as it had started. Odd... he didn't remember hearing of any new weapon tests today and earthquakes were unheard of here.
Dismissing the oddity, Duron turned back to the prisoners and put back on his scowl.
"You are now property of the Tiaian Republic and well be treated as such. When you break, you will be re-" once again Duron's words were drowned out as another quake shook the area. Unlike the first, this one was enough to cause a few people to stumble and a some loose items to tumble to the ground. Duron whirled to demand an officer go find out what was going on, but never got the words out. Instead, they lodged in his throat as the ground under the middle of the base erupted out like a volcano.
Yells of alarm and terror filled the air as buildings were smashed apart by the rising ground and debris sent flying. Duron rushed to take cover behind a nearby tank as rocks, wood, cement, and even a few body parts, rained down from the sky. Yet, through all the noise, Duron could swear he heard the sounds of someone moaning. It seemed to echo to him from somewhere, but Duron couldn't pin it down.
Finally, the earthquake came to an end and the deadly rain turned to a trickle. Moans and groans from wounded people keep silence from filling the air and Duron decided to risk a peek out. He rose and looked over the tank and couldn't believe what he saw.
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Being buried alive was not exactly the first choice Clyde would have made for a sex position. And yet, it proved to be quite the aphrodisiac as he and his wife went at it. The rubble that had buried both of them creaked, groaned, and cracked as he began to pump her with his swollen cock. His massively enhanced strength was more than enough to smash the ground out of his way as he thrusted. Melissa pushed through the fragments of cement to wrap her hands around his neck and continued to kiss him. And while the air was getting a bit hot and stale, it didn't bother him or Melissa in the least.
They stayed like that, trapped underground yet able to move just enough to "distract" themselves. Their gasps and moans were absorbed by the ground, their movements dispersed and unnoticed. But as Clyde reached his peak right along with his wife, the ground started to lose its battle. Their tense bodies and cries of fulfillment were starting to prove too much. And that was before they started to expand outward.
Once again, Clyde felt the sudden surge of power and pleasure rush through his body. That pleasure only increased as he felt his wife tense and moan with the same sudden wave. It WAS the sex that had caused his massive spurt and that mean- oh...oh no... For a brief second, a bit of reason got through Clyde's pleasure and lust addled mind. He had grown massively from the finger job his wife had given him, big enough to match her fifteen foot form. And now they were both going to have a similar spurt. How...how big were th-
Clyde didn't finish the thought as his body began to grow and grow and grow and GROW. His head, easily, smashed its way through the cement, dirt, rock, and other bits of earth. As it did, he felt his arms, legs, and chest start to enlarge and feast on more of the serum's strengthen effects. But the best part was feeling Melissa growing right along with him, feeling her body grow, enhance, and improve. Clyde's worries began to fade away as, suddenly, light shined down him.
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Light, finally, streamed down onto Melissa and Clyde. Their massive spurts had grown them right through the earth and the two erupted out of it like miniature volcanoes. Melissa couldn't help but let out a loud and pleased gasp as she felt the sun on her skin after years of never seeing it. She smiled in joy at its wonderful yellow glow and she sighed as the last bit of her spurt rolled through her body. She didn't care how huge she had grown, or who was around to see it... she was just so thankful to be out of that damn dungeon.
A cloud of dust and still settling debris created a kind of ring around Melissa and Clyde. The two stared at each other as they got a good look at the other's changes. Melissa's breasts had swollen closer to D size and her hair had lengthened a bit. Her arms had a hint of muscle to them and a small bicep appeared when she flexed. Her legs were toned, large, and powerful while her butt had become firm and rounded. Clyde's chest had spread out a bit and his muscles were oh so wonderfully on display. They were large, but not massive and gave him a cut and chiseled physique. His cock had grown a decent bit and was still as ready for action as ever. Even his face looked to have improved creating strong jaw lines and such.
Melissa was going to pull that new face in for another kiss, but the ring of dust began to disperse. The two glanced around and realized that they were still in the ground a good bit. Their heads and upper torsos had broken through, but the rest of them was still, partly, underground. Around them was a large military base with barebones buildings, tents, and some motor pools. Military vehicles, supplies, and shocked soldiers were scattered about between the buildings. Those shocked troops didn’t stay in their stunned stupors for long, though.
The soldiers who had managed to escape uninjured wiped out their guns. Others jumped into jeeps, APCs, and even a few tanks. The larger guns of the vehicles turned toward the large couple as officers yelled orders and get things organized. But Melissa had little interest in their gathering strength. She was more interested in the insignia they all bore. The Justice Brigade...
Had Melissa been from a planet called Earth, she would have likened them to the SS from Nazi Germany. They were the elite of the elite for the Tiaian Republic, troops raised or, in some cases, bred to be utterly loyal and unwavering. Before the revolt and descent into madness that had shattered the old Republic, the Brigade had been well named thanks to their constant defense against the Empire's aggression. The stories of their brave stands and heroic sacrifices had been an inspiration to all. A rare light of hope in the bleak future of Empire rule. But that had been the old Justice Brigade... Now... now they were nothing more than glorified attack dogs and psychopaths, fully willing to do anything and everything their masters ordered. And, often, doing more. The list of atrocities attributed to them, even BEFORE she and Clyde had been captured...
"We're right in the middle of their base... Keep behind me," Clyde said as he moved to protect Melissa from the gathering army. Melissa was grateful for the sentiment, but she was beyond being afraid of the Tiaian military, doubly so these butchers. She had snapped men in two with barely any effort and took bullets like they were spit balls, and that was before her latest spurt. She didn't need protection from them, they needed protection from HER.
Melissa pushed Clyde away, getting a confused look from him, before pushing herself up. Her rear smashed through the small bit of earth that got in her way and the rumble caused a few soldiers to stumble. The sight only made her even more sure she had nothing to fear from these tiny murderers. And as she rose higher and higher into the air, Melissa couldn’t help but smirk. The buildings, once at eye level, started to look more like models and the dreaded military vehicles became toys as she stepped out of the hole. Her foot crashed down with enough force to send the soldiers close to it tumbling and her smirk widened as she stomped her other down harder causing even more to fall. Melissa was no longer an imposing fifteen foot amazon, but a towering sixty foot giantess. She placed both hands on her hips as she glowered down at her tiny tormentors. Oh she was going to enjoy this… but...
"Are you coming, my love?" Melissa asked as she continued to stare down at the puny soliders. More than a few began to flee from her and take up positions closer to their vehicles. It was a very pleasant sight, but she tore her eyes away long enough to watch Clyde pull himself out of the hole. The fear and dread on the soldier’s faces only doubled as Clyde came to stand beside her, just as huge as she was.
Clyde looked down at the gathering army, but seemed bit less... sure of things. Melissa understood his worry, he hadn't been like this for as long as she had and hadn't experienced just how much tougher they were. He'd come around, though, doubly so once she showed him what they could do.
"A-ATTENTION ESCAPED SUBJECTS! SURRENDER NOW OR YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON!" a nervous voice said over the base's intercom. Melissa only giggled at the threat before hooking an arm around Clyde. He glanced over to her as she gave him a confident smile.
"Let me handle them, you've bloodied your hands enough," Melissa whispered to him before giving him a quick kiss. Clyde was taken aback by her words and tried to say something, but Melissa ignored him as she moved forward. A full company of soldiers, armor, and even some artillery was all pointed at Melissa, but she only smirked down at it all.
"STOP ADVANCING THIS INSTANT! STOP I SA-" the voice cut out as Melissa brought her foot right onto the intercom tower. She gave the soldiers a wide smile before, slowly, lowering her foot. The tower screetched, groaned, and protested as Melissa’s large foot pushed it further and further to the ground. She giggled before slamming her foot down and turning the tower into nothing but crushed bits of metal and wires. It was all the signal the troops needed.
The soldiers opened up with everything they had. Assault rifles, machine guns, tanks cannons, even field artillery all fired a barrage that would have decimated an entire battalion with the sheer firepower sent down range. But to Melissa, it was barely anything. The rifles and machine guns did nothing but turn their bullets into powder upon impact. The cannons and artillery were more effective, but only in that they felt like someone flicking her. It stung for a second before quickly vanishing. And didn’t even leave a red mark where either hit.
The hail of gunfire began to die away as Melissa let out an exaggerated yawn of boredom. The soldiers all stared in awe and horror as the dust cleared to show her completely unharmed. She smirked down at the tiny soldiers and their useless guns before giggling to herself.
"My turn~!" she said with a bit of whimsy before springing forward. The front rank troops had time enough to look surprised before her foot crashed down onto them. An entire squad of troopers simply ceased while the rest were thrown like ragdolls away from the impact. Melissa was far from done as her other foot crashed down right after the first, this time onto a battletank. It crumpled like tissue paper before imploding on itself from the pressure. The sudden assault left the army reeling and a good chunk of it began to make a fighting retreat. More shells and even some rockets began to smash into Melissa, but they were simply annoying rather than harmful.
"Stop shooting my wife!" Clyde, suddenly, yelled as he ran into the fight. He punted a tank so hard that it spun off into the distance, lost to view. His other foot slammed down in a group of soldiers before being scrapped along the ground. The soldiers screamed and fled in panic, but didn't get far before the huge foot rolled over them like a steamroller. Nothing but blood splotches were left of them. Clyde risked a quick glance to Melissa and gave her a small smile.
"There is too much blood on my hands, but my feet still has some space. Doubly so for the people who nearly killed you," he said before slamming his foot down right in front of a fleeing jeep. It smashed into his ankle like it had hit a brick wall and was crushed before its crew had time to recover. Melissa rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. A convenient excuse… but she didn’t mind too much.
The company of troops, starting to realize their weapons were useless, began to fall apart and flee. Tanks reversed as fast as they could go, crushing their fellow soldiers in some cases. Artillery pieces were abandoned in favor of fleeing. And the infantry tossed away anything that might slow them as they fled from the titanic, invincible couple.
Melissa laughed at their attempts to escape. She could cover more ground walking then they could in a full sprint. She started to give chase, but a sudden wave of pleasure caused her to pause. She sucked in a deep breath and cooed in approval as her body prepared itself for expansion. Her hand slipped into her crotch and she couldn't help rubbing herself to try and speed the process along. She waited till the ground started to shrink away before advancing after the tiny monsters.
Her first step simply pounded a small crater into the ground. A few soldiers stumbled, but not much else. As she took her second, though Melissa felt her body swell up. The ground moved a bit further away and her foot crashed down with more force. A couple of fleeing troops lost their balance and tried to jump back to their feet. They didn't get the chance as Melissa took another step, aiming right for them. The butchers looked up in horror as Melissa's expanding foot came crashing down onto them, obliterating them and the street they had been in. Melissa didn't stop to enjoy their deaths and took another, longer, step. Her leg lengthened and swelled as she did and two squads were wiped out by her larger foot. And still she keep growing.
Melissa couldn't help but laugh as she grew past seventy feet and her foot annihilated most of the abandoned artillery pieces. She paused for just a second as she felt the last of her spurt ripple through her. She watched her arms swell a bit with noticeable biceps and her breasts took up more of her vision. Her hundred foot frame gazed down at the specks that were still fleeing and she scoffed at them.
Leaping forward, Melissa crashed down in front of the fleeing troops, obliterating the lead vehicles. She glanced back to see tanks, trucks, and jeeps screeching to a halt as the ant-like infantry started to turn. Melissa gave them a sarcastic wave before bending her legs. Her titanic rear came rocketing down and crashed down with enough force to send entire buildings tumbling away. A massive wave of dust, debris, blood, and body parts was sent flying in every direction as a miniature earthquake rocked the area. Melissa smirked down at the new butt-shaped crater she had made before grinding her rear to make sure nothing had survived.
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As Melissa chased down the fleeing parts of the base's defenders, Clyde turned his attention to the airport and vehicle hangers. More tanks, APCs, and even some of his own custom-made abominations started to roll out of the hangers and move to engage him. While the traditional armor had proven to be completely ineffective on him and Melissa, Clyde was a bit worried his own inventions might prove dangerous. And even if they weren't, he was NOT going to let these tyrants have them any longer.
Feeling his own spurt coming on, Clyde made a beeline for the hanger, not caring what buildings he had to crush to get there. He grunted as his body grew, swelled, and enhanced. His steps only destroyed parts of buildings, at first, but by his fourth step he was crushing most completely. People fled in terror of his approach, but Clyde ignored them as he focused on his goal. Everyone here had had some hand in him and his wife's imprisonment, and the misuse of his genius. They all deserved to pay for it, with their lives if they weren't quick enough.
Clyde had to smile as he felt his muscles growing bigger and had to fight not to stroke himself as his dick expanded in approval of the rush of power. He had been worried about his weapons hurting him or Melissa before his spurt. Now, though, he just wanted them gone to prevent them from hurting anyone else, cause they were no threat to him. None of them were.
One of those weapons, mounted on a tank's frame, turned the gun onto Clyde. It was an experimental rail cannon capable of launching metal slugs at extreme speeds. Such a weapon would have been capable of turning tanks into useless husks or blasting planes out of the sky. But against him and his new power...
Clyde didn't speed up his advance on the hanger. He watched the railgun power up and only raised a hand to keep it from hitting him right in the face, no reason to risk losing an eye. A WHOOP echoed out before a rather impressive blow smashed into Clyde's stomach. He grunted from the impact, but the hit only left a small red spot on his skin.
Some part of Clyde took some pride in his design being able to injure him, even if it was in such a small manner. But that part also remembered the key problem he had never managed to fix with that weapon, the reload time. Building up enough power to fire such a shoot took a long time, thirty seconds at least. And the crew of it didn't have thirty seconds.
Standing back to his full height, Clyde rushed the last bit of distance between himself and the weapon. His huge feet kicked the lucky vehicles out of his way and sent them crashing to the ground hundreds of yards away. The unlucky ones were turned into paste as his foot crashed down onto them.
The crew of the railgun tank tried to abandon the craft, but had barely gotten the hatch open by the time Clyde, literally, leap onto it. The experimental tank exploded out with enough force to make Clyde's feet jump a bit, but Clyde's superhuman skin was left uninjured. The same couldn’t be said for the unlucky few near it as they were turned into crumpled messes.
With his stolen weapon destroyed, Clyde turned to the hanger and raised his elbow. More than likely, more of his designs were inside, but he was not going to let them survive. He leap up and elbow dropped the hanger, causing it to explode outward in a fiery ball of rage. Nothing was left of the structure save bits of flaming debris and utterly flattened sheets of metal. Clyde picked himself up out of the crater before turning to another. He leap forward and did a belly flop onto it, causing a similar result as the first. Clyde keep up his full body destruction until not a single hanger was still standing.
With the vehicle hangers annihilated, Clyde turned to the airport. While most of his designs had been ground-based, there were a few that had been aerial. Besides, the airport could launch jets and those might be a bit frustrating to get rid of.
As Clyde started to advance on the airport, he spotted a few planes heading for the runway. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any that had managed to get off the ground, yet. Not that the planes would be a real thr-... wait...
A wave of fear, suddenly washed, over Clyde as he recognized the lead plane. Oh God… the Prometheus! They had, actually, built it! If that thing got into the air...
The Prometheus had been a prototype design he had made back during the days he served the Empire. In fact, it was the last design he had made for it. The plane was meant to be, basically, a flying gun capable of shooting a ball of superheated plasma at the target. Armor, buildings, even the ground itself would have been useless in stopping the weapon. And, somehow, the Republic had stolen the plans and built it... If anything could still kill him or Melissa, Prometheus was it.
Not wasting a second, Clyde sprinted full speed toward the runway. Entire areas of the base were obliterated as he plowed through it, uncaring with the devastation his sprint was causing. Chunks of buildings, ground, and bodies were thrown up behind Clyde but he ignored it all. Prometheus turned to start down the runway and Clyde swore as he pushed himself to go faster.
Leaving the main part of the base behind, Clyde's feet annihilated chunks of trees as he closed in on the airport. Prometheus started down the runway as Clyde entered the airport. The control tower, which barely reached his penis, was obliterated as he plowed right through it, his penis literally scouring the top of the tower. Clyde barely even noticed as he watched Prometheus start to take off. Dammit if it got too high...
Diving forward, Clyde reached for the plane like an outfielder for a fly ball. His hand came rushing down... and crashed right into the top of Prometheus. The impact caused it to explode immediately and Clyde grimaced as some of the stored plasma burned his hand. The pain was worth it to keep the weapon grounded, though, and he smiled as it vanished in the explosion of plasma fire. And then the ground came rushing up..
A massive earthquake rocked the entire area and more than a few of the nearby windows exploded out. A huge fissure was dug through the airport and runway as Clyde plowed through the ground and, slowly, came to a halt. The huge fissure caused the planes that had been following Prometheus to stop dead as the runway was cut in two. The pilots, left with no other choice, bailed out of their crafts and took off for the hills.
Meanwhile, Clyde cursed as he rolled over and looked at the damage to his hand. A large, nasty, burn was on the palm of his hand and he hissed as he looked around for something to cool it down. Oddly, though, the burning and pain began to dim rather quickly. Clyde glanced back down and was shocked to see the burnt flesh starting to heal. The pain and heat faded away as the wound closed completely. And then he felt....gooood.
Unable to stop himself, Clyde grabbed his sudden erection and began to stroke himself. He glanced back at the scar of destruction he had left through the base and felt a well of pride in it. He had done all that just by running.... and the one weapon he was afraid of had hurt him for all of a second! He was...he was....
Clyde's thoughts faded into pleasure as he felt himself start to expand again. He moaned in joy as the ground began to shake and crumble. The fissure his dive had made started to be pushed out as his body demanded more and more room. His free hand dug into the runway before expanding to dig out it and the area close to it. Clyde began to stroke himself faster as he felt his dick swelling in his hands. His feet dug the trench longer and deeper as they plowed through concrete, hangers, and fleeing people. Clyde didn't care, though, all he cared about was his release. Which was rapidly approaching.
Pulling his hand out of the ground, Clyde flexed and smiled as his bicep swelled larger. The muscles of his legs expanded and hardened while his chest widened even more. His athletic body gorged itself on the serum and his dick began to twitch in anticipation. He was so clo-
"Clyde!" Melissa, suddenly yelled with a hint of fear in her voice. Clyde was so close, just a seco-
"CLYDE!" Melissa yelled, causing a small tremor to run through the area. Clyde stopped mid-stroke and, with a herculean force of will, pulled his hand away. He gasped and growled in frustration, but the fear in his wife's voice demanded his attention. He slapped his head to try and force the need out before turning to where she was.
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Melissa stood up and chuckled as massive boulders, flattened bits of tanks, and blood dripped of her rear. Only a few stragglers remained of the bastards and Melissa debating on hunting them down. She was about to start after a few until she noticed a train station nearby, and a large group of people near it. Probably more of the butchers trying to escape on the train. Oh she was going to give them a trip alright...
Making her way to the station, and purposely stepping on as many of the fleeing dots as she could, Melissa glared down at the tiny little toy train with a vicious look. She slammed her foot down near the edge of the train and was surprised to see the figures not try to flee. Instead, they simply fell to the ground from the quake and laid there. Were they giving up? Seems this bunch was smarter than the others. Maybe she would let them live a little bit longer.
Bending down to get a better look, Melissa smiled, smugly, down at her new toy- Wait a minute... Something was off about these people… Melissa knelt down a bit more and his smile dimmed slightly. Now that she was closer, she noticed these people weren't wearing uniforms. Instead, they were dressed in ragged, tattered clothing. And their bodies were so...frail and- Oh God!
Melissa's smile vanished to be replaced with abject horror as she, quickly, moved a few steps away, crushing a building without even noticing.
Those....those were slaves! Or...or something close to it! And she had….she had...
"Oh God... I'm so, so sorry! I-I didn-..." Melissa started to say, but couldn't finish her words. She had been seconds away from crushing these...these innocent people! People that had suffered just as much, possible more, than she had! Oh God, what was she DOING?! This was a base of the Taian Republic, but that didn't mean everyone here deserved to die! And...and how many had she killed by accident? How many poor slaves had gotten caught between her and her revenge? The thought made her sick to her stomach and she had to fight not to retch.
"Clyde!" Melissa called out as she kneeled down, doing her best not to crush any more buildings. She looked around for something to offer these poor people and spotted a supply building. As she reached for it, she glanced back and noticed Clyde still wasn't coming.
"CLYDE!" she yelled before regretting it immediately as windows around the area shattered. A few screams came from the people at the train and Melissa waved her hand at them to try and calm them.
"Sorry, sorry. H-Here," Melissa said as she ripped the roof off the building. Inside were four of the butchers, trying to hide from her wraith. They had enough time to start to run, before Melissa slammed her hand down onto them. Fucking monsters... She shook the blood off before grabbing a handful of food. She moved it over to the prisoners, who all recoiled in terror. She tried to give them a reassuring smile before dropping the food in front of them.
"Please, I..I don't want to hurt you. I was a prisoner of these... monsters, just like you," Melissa whispered before motioning to the food. A few of the prisoners, slowly, moved forward. They grabbed some of the food and began to nibble at it. More joined them as they saw Melissa really wasn't going to harm them. Their fear returned, though, as loud footsteps rumbled from behind Melissa. She turned and gaped up at Clyde, who had grown even more than she had. Melissa was more than 150 feet tall, but Clyde had shot up to near 200. He knelt down beside her and gave her a worried look.
"What is it? Did something happen?" Clyde asked as his far larger, and amazingly toned, arms wrapped around her. Melissa felt a massive stirring between her legs, but fought it off as she tried to focus.
"I-I found prisoners. People taken by the Tiaian Republic. I...I almost killed them," Melissa said as her urge's vanished instantly. Clyde glanced at the tiny figures, who had taken refuge near the train, and let out a sad sigh.
"I was worried they had started doing this... The new projects they had me working on were much larger in scale... too large to be done with paid laborers..." Clyde said before rubbing his face in worry and regret.
"I should have stopped this sooner, should have..." Clyde looked away as he started to fall into depression. Melissa, however, wasn't about to let him do that.
"Stop it, Clyde. It's too late to worry about what we should have done before. We need to focus on what we can do now," Melissa said as she pulled his larger face to look back at her. Clyde gave her a sad smile, but only sighed in response.
"And what can we do? Losing me and this base will set them back, but the Taian Republic still has countries worth of resources to pull from. And hundreds of thousands of people to work to death," Clyde said as he shook his head.
"I should have acted sooner... should have stopped them before it got to this..."
"We CAN still stop them!" Melissa said as she forced Clyde to look at her. Clyde gave her a less than sure look as she turned to look at the prisoners. She bent down to bring her chin to the ground, and still her eyes were WELL above any of the prisoners heads, as they huddled back.
"Is the Tiaian capital still Taimish?" Melissa asking, whispering as quietly as she could. Most of the prisoners remained quiet and hidden, but a young woman broke off from the others.
"Y-Yes... it is. The- the electors all live there in their palaces, well guarded by many soldiers. The President is there as well," the woman said, summoning her strength as she looked up at Melissa. Melissa gave her a glad smile before glancing toward Clyde.
"See? If we kill them, the Taian Republic will fall apart! We can stop them right now!" Melissa said. Clyde looked unconvinced, but Melissa ran a hand up his leg.
"Do you, really, think they have anything there that could stop us, now?" Melissa asked. Clyde's dick started to swell from her touch and Clyde looked at his immense hands. He took a deep breath before shaking his head with a determined look.
"No, I don't. And I know everything that they do have," Clyde said before giving Melissa a smile. Melissa returned it before turning back to the prisoners.
"Stay here, we'll come back for you once we end the Tiaian Republic," Melissa said before sliding back. She felt a sudden surge of excitement and...something as she stood up to her full height. Clyde stood as well and Melissa couldn't help but frown at how much bigger he was. But then she recognized that something else she had felt.
"Hold on, I need to get ready," Melissa giggled as she moved further away from the prisoners to make sure they were safe. Clyde gave her a confused look, but it soon turned to lust as Melissa started to rise higher into the air. She moaned in excitement as her body moved further up Clyde's and she had to fight not to move in to start kissing his passing body. But doing that here would be too dangerous for the tiny people nearby as she wouldn’t stop. Instead, she just made due with rubbing herself as her eyes passed his abs, his chest, and slowly moved to match his eyes. Melissa groaned as her arms extended outward and her legs swelled with more strength. Her hips widened slightly as her breasts grew to double Ds. Finally, her spurt came to an end and she was just as massive as her husband. She gave Clyde a wide smile.
"There, now I'm ready."