Tasha’s magnificent smile was as big as ever as she walked up to the apartment building her ex-boyfriend Don lived in. It was a modest high-rise – around 30 stories tall, with an early Gothic architectural styling that looked like a detailed model next to the enlarged girl. The roof was right at Tasha’s chest level, which was perfect for what she had planned. With her right hand balled into a fist, Tasha knocked on the roof like she was knocking on a neighbour’s door.
The inhabitants of the building clutched each other and howled hysterically as the entire apartment shook all the way down to its foundation. The rhythmic BOOM… BOOM… BOOM of Tasha’s knocking fist sent pangs of terror down even the most courageous of spines.
Tasha was trying to knock as lightly as she could, but it still only took four knocks for the roof to crumble into a fist sized hole. “OOOOOOOOPS,” Tasha mused. She was still getting used to her unfathomable size and strength, and couldn’t get over how frail everything seemed to be. Tasha leaned over, bringing her face closer to the hole she had just made. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted into the fractured roof: “PEOPLE OF 420 GRAND STREET: I WILL LEAVE YOUR BUILDING ALONE IF DON HARRISON IS ON THIS ROOF IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES. HE LIVES IN APARTMENT 2009.”
Tasha leaned back, standing fully upright while crossing her arms over her bulbous breasts, creating a drool-inducing amount of cleavage. She noticed some of the apartment’s denizens ignored her offer, frozen in their windows as they surveyed her gigantic form. Her lips curled into a smile as she began tapping her foot impatiently. The rhythmic booms of her footfalls reverberated throughout the entire building, getting nearly all her observers to join in the manhunt for Don. She admired the truly faithful that stayed to watch her; some, she noticed, masturbating furiously.
In less than five minutes, the door to the roof swung open. As Tasha peeked in the doorway, she could she her miniature ex-boyfriend with his eyes closed, grabbing onto the door frame with all of his might as a screaming mob tried pushing him out onto the roof. With a collective heave, the horde forced Don out of the doorway as he tumbled onto his face.
“FUCK!” Don coughed in a desperate sob, “Fuck you all!” He squealed as soon as he opened his eyes, his entire vision filled with the smiling face of his ex-girlfriend, only now she was bigger than the apartment complex he lived in. “T…t…t….tt….Tash… what… what happened?” he stammered, backing into a wall in a seated position.
Tasha’s smile flashed open before she spoke, and Don couldn’t help but notice her individual teeth were nearly as big as he was. “I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU, DON.” The frightened man was so close to Tasha’s mouth, the wind generated from her voice blew his hair back. He could hear the malice and raw excitement in the new, deeper tone of her voice, like she wasn’t even attempting to hide it in the least. Urine trickled down the left pant leg of Don’s pants as he came to the realization that Tasha no longer had anything to hide.
“Wh…why?” Don trembled.
Before Tasha could reply, a red haired woman dressed in one of Don’s old Slayer t-shirts ran out of the door onto the roof, brandishing a hockey stick over her head.
“Back off, you giant bitch!” she screamed, swinging the stick aggressively towards the giantess’ left nipple.
Tasha’s smile quickly erupted into a bellowing laugh as she watched the tiny woman swing her equally tiny stick. Don couldn’t help but be hypnotized by her giant, bouncing boobs as she laughed hysterically – large and heavy enough to crush him without a second thought, he figured.
“WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO FLOSS MY TEETH WITH THAT?” Tasha carefully picked up the small redhead by the back of the shirt, her misplaced bravado quickly replaced by screams of pure terror as she rose into the air. Tasha held the miniature human right up to her slowly opening mouth, causing the petrified girl to drop her makeshift weapon. Don could only watch as Tasha’s colossal tongue seemed to continually expand and grow, longer and longer – it took him a few seconds to realize she was just sticking it fully out of her mouth, like she was trying to catch a snowflake from a winter’s first snowfall. The exact same tongue he had slapped his hard cock on more times than he could count, only now big and heavy enough to slap him through a concrete wall.
“Tasha… please, stop!” Don squeaked out, his legs still too unstable to try and stand.
Tasha giggled. “YOU'RE LUCKY MY EARS ARE SO BIG, DON. OTHERWISE I'D BARELY HEAR YOU OVER MY POOR REPLACEMENT HERE.” With the tip of her giant tongue, Tasha gently licked her wailing captive, soaking her entire body instantly in her warm saliva. Then, she lowered her back to the roof, and dropped her unceremoniously in a heap of spit and tears.
As soon as she landed and wiped the giantess’ drool from her face, the redhead’s shrieks of horror turned into howls of rage. “How dare you, you big fucking cunt! You're nothing but a freak!”
“HEY!” Tasha shouted, causing the tiny pair to cover their ears in agony. “IF YOU'D SHUT UP FOR A SECOND, I HAVE A QUESTION TO ASK.”
The redhead stopped shouting as she looked up to the giant face staring back at her. Her hands were balled into fists, shaking uncontrollably from anger, fear, and pure adrenaline.
Tasha smiled as the tiny beings obeyed her command. “THAT’S BETTER. NOW, I’VE JUST BEEN DYING TO KNOW, TINY WHORE… HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO NEW JERSEY?”
Before the redhead could even stammer out a response, Tasha’s giant hand rose up into view, her index finger curled into her thumb like she was making an OK hand gesture. Tasha positioned her hand so it was right in front of the teeny woman, and immediately flicked her like she was playing a game of paper football. The impact disintegrated every bone in the redhead’s body as her lifeless corpse shot high into the sky at an unbelievable velocity. It took several seconds for her to land, numerous blocks away.
“DAMN,” Tasha mused. “GOOD DISTANCE, BUT I WAS REALLY HOPING TO HEAR ONE FINAL SCREAM AS SHE FLEW. GUESS I JUST DON'T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH.”
Don sat trembling, crippled with fear. A cloud of blood exploded out of his former lover the instant Tasha’s giant finger flicked her, and although he wanted to wipe it off, his body wasn’t doing what he wanted it to.
“NOW THAT WE'RE ALONE,” Tasha rumbled in a deep, sexy voice, “WHAT SHOULD WE DO?”
Don just sat, his lips babbling, but nothing coming out.
“NO SUGGESTIONS? OK, WELL… HOW ABOUT WE PLAY A GAME?” the giantess smiled.
Don bawled as Tasha slowly reached towards him, his meager body completely engulfed by the shadow of her humongous hand. The pure dread washing over him was unlike anything he had ever felt in his entire life. Never had he felt so powerless and frightened, or so physically small. Don absolutely loved walking into a room and being recognized as the unquestionable biggest person – he got off on the envious stares of men that wanted to be him, and the subtle lip-bites of the women who wanted to fuck him. But now the tables were turned, and as Tasha’s giant thumb and index finger pinched the back of his shirt and lifted him into the air, the karmic irony was understandably lost on him.
After a quick descent, Tasha dropped Don onto the street by her toes, which he couldn’t help but notice were bigger than him. Eventually, he gained the courage to look upward, and in horrified awe was greeted with the giant smiling face of his ex-lover, peering at him over the plump rondure of her breasts.
“LET’S PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!” Tasha boomed, her amplified voice assaulting Don as the reverberations echoed off the surrounding buildings. “I’LL COUNT TO TEN. THE QUICKER I FIND YOU… THE WORSE IT IS FOR YOU.”
Tasha raised her hands to cover her eyes, her humongous smile full of ardor. Don had seen that exact same smile before, about two months after they’d begun dating. Only Tasha was on her knees, blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. She smiled that exact same mischievous, sexually excited smile as Don unbuttoned his slacks, and proceeded to facefuck her until her tears soaked through the blindfold. A week later, he had come home drunk and beat Tasha for supposedly flirting with a customer at work.
“ONE.”
Don shook his head, trying to come to his senses. He wiped the tears and snot off his face with the bottom of his shirt, and surveyed his immediate surroundings.
“TWO.”
He began sobbing involuntarily, but he knew he had to move, otherwise he was about to be squashed like a mosquito. Straight ahead, past the giantess’ eminent calves, he saw a black Ford Mustang with the tail lights on and driver side door wide open.
“THREE.”
He didn’t have time to second guess where to hide. Digging into the animal instincts of his brain, Don sprinted through the giantess’ legs. As he ran, he gazed upward, transfixed on Tasha’s equally giant pussy that reigned overhead. Her strong, yet familiar, aroma bombarded his senses as he ran.
“FOUR.”
Don couldn’t believe the destruction as he ran. The crater-sized footprints, the crushed vehicles, the ruined buildings continuously crumbling. It looked like the apocalypse had come to New York City, only in a way that no one could have ever possibly imagined.
“FIVE.”
Don continued running towards the Mustang. It wasn’t his car, so at least Tasha wouldn’t instantly recognize it. And he’d figured he’d never be able to outrun her in ten seconds – she was just too impossibly big. He had to hope she’d go looking down another street searching for him, giving him a chance to escape.
“SIX.”
Jumping over a fallen traffic light, Don tried not to notice the dead bodies scattered across the street. There were plenty of other panicked people running around and screaming as well, but they were mostly on the sidewalks as they emerged from buildings like ants leaving an ant hill. The bravest of them would occasionally look up to marvel at the giant naked woman, however it didn’t take long for the dread to overwhelm their sense of wonder, causing them to run as fast as possible away from her.
“SEVEN.”
Don’s heart hammered in his chest as he slammed into the side of the car. Without pause, he climbed into the driver seat and shut the door. The car was still running, and he noticed it had a full tank of gas. As he tried to slow his breathing, he shimmied down in the seat to try and make the car look unoccupied, which wasn’t easy due to his size.
“EIGHT.”
When he was as low as he could possibly be, Don reached up and angled the rear-view mirror so he could see Tasha from his hiding spot. She was still so close and big that when he slunk back down into his hiding spot, the mirror was completely filled with her apple-shaped butt.
“NIIIIIINE”
Tasha stretched out the number in a playful tone. Her voice was so loud that even in the enclosed car, Don felt like it was coming from every direction. He rested his trembling hand on the gearshift, ready to shift into drive as soon as there was a little more distance between them. As his heartrate finally started to slow, Don realized there was a strong chance that Tasha could simply turn around, and crush the entire car under her massive foot. He sobbed, realizing it was too late to abandon his plan now.
“TEN!” Tasha lowered her hands and placed them on her voluptuous hips. “READY OR NOT, HERE I COME, LITTLE MAN.”
“Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god…” Don whispered to himself as he watched the mountainous ass turning around in the mirror at an agonizingly slow pace.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Don’s jaw was clenched so hard his teeth squeaked as the entire world rumbled like he’d never experienced before. He opened his tear filled eyes – he wasn’t squished, at least yet.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Another seismic detonation, and Don could see more of Tasha’s enormous body in the mirror – she was slowly walking away.
“BETTER COME DOWN FOR A CLOSER LOOK,” Tasha echoed. Don instinctively braced himself as a long series of vibrations rocked the car enough to feel like it could flip over at any moment. He could hear the crumbling of cement and brick as nearby buildings collapsed to the ground like sand. And he jumped in terror when a giant white foot filled the entire passenger-side window, razing the adjacent building in devastating fashion. It took Don a few moments to realize that Tasha had just laid down in the street, crushing an entire block under her body.
“She’s really not playing around,” Don whimpered to himself as he shook. He slowly sat up, and turned to look out the back window to see Tasha’s giant pussy and asshole staring back at him. He was between her enormous legs, which had completely replaced the building fronts on both sides of the vehicle. He turned back around and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Come on Don, come on…” he slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal, causing the engine to rev loudly, but not move.
“Idiot…” he muttered, reaching down to the gearshift which was still in park. As he gripped the knob, the metal roof groaned and the entire vehicle began shaking, causing Don to yelp in fear. He ducked as the roof was slowly being pressed down, but he managed to shift the car into drive. As he slammed down on the accelerator a second time, the tires squealed as they started spinning, but the vehicle still didn’t move an inch.
“DOOOOON, WHERE ARE YOOOOOOU?” the giantess sang. Unable to find her tiny ex, Tasha sat up in the street on her knees, not even feeling the tiny Ford Mustang pinned under her left butt cheek. She surveyed the street in front of her, amused by the wanton destruction of her huge body. Her breasts alone flattened a pair of cars into sheet metal – there was a good chance that Don had been accidentally squished under her as well, she realized.
As Tasha continued scouring the street for Don, she lifted her butt just enough for the trapped car to make its escape. Don gripped the wheel for dear life as the Mustang shot out like an actual horse from a starting gate. The tires squealed, leaving black skid marks on the street as the car peeled out.
“THAT TICKLED!” Tasha giggled, wiping her butt cheek with her left hand as she felt something brush against it. She stood up to her full height, turned around, and looked down to instantly spot a tiny black sports car driving away from her amidst the relatively dead street. From her lofty vantage point, the vehicle looked like a mere dinky toy driving pathetically slow.
Don was about four blocks away when he heard the first BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM causing him to glance into his rear-view mirror that was completely filled by a shin and a giant foot – she was following him.
“Damnit!” Don cried, ripping the e-brake back and drifting around a corner. “Maybe I can lose her down an alley…” The Mustang had a loud, powerful engine that roared like a race car when Don hammered the pedal to the ground, but even it was drown out by the rhythmic booms of Tasha’s footsteps. As soon as Don saw her giant feet re-appear in his rear-view mirror, he turned again down another street, just barely avoiding a high-speed collision with an abandoned bus. As soon as he cleared the bus, he braked hard and turned right into a narrow alley, bouncing off the brick wall in a shower of sparks.
Speeding down to the end of the alley, Don slammed on the brakes before exiting out onto the next street. He turned around in his seat just in time to see Tasha’s humongous foot crash into the ground, blocking the entrance to the alley. He squeezed the wheel for what felt like minutes, but the giant leg eventually lifted out of view as Tasha continued booming down the street.
Don sighed, the cloud of terror briefly alleviating for a much needed moment. He could barely conceive what was happening right now, pushing him to the brink of insanity. Was he really being chased by his 400ft tall ex-girlfriend? The same one he’d abused both emotionally and physically, and who had just flicked his current fling halfway across Manhattan? And what the hell had made her grow so big? He was debating whether he should ditch the car and take off on foot, sticking to the alleyways that were too small for her to enter? Or maybe he should try and drive away from her and out of the city…
Before he could decide, a giant foot smashed down on the sidewalk just in front of the car with an ear-splitting BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. Don shrieked and covered his head as the windshield shattered into a million shards. When the car stopped shaking, he looked up to see nothing but skin as Tasha’s enlarged calf ascended into the sky like an immortal pillar. He fumbled with the gearshift, eventually putting it in reverse and slamming on the gas. The tires squealed as he started backing away from the giant leg, but he only got about ten feet before stopping in a sudden jolt.
From above, Tasha bent over and giggled as her index finger pressed down on the roof of the black sports car, pinning it to the ground. Did Don really think she wouldn’t find him? She could see everything! And from here, she was able to at least fit her hand down the narrow alley to fish out her playmate.
Don started sobbing as Tasha’s unimaginably large fingers crawled down the sides of the vehicle, causing the metal to screech and the frame to groan. An uneasy pit swelled in his stomach as gravity was momentarily suspended – he was being lifted into the air. Between Tasha’s monolithic fingers, Don could see the blur of red brick speeding by, eventually to be replaced by the bright blue sky. In between sobs, he sheepishly strapped on his seatbelt, unsure of what else to do.
As his ascent halted, Don’s view through the broken windshield was filled with Tasha’s gigantic blue eye.
“I FOUND YOU,” Tasha exclaimed proudly, her thunderous voice nearly popping Don’s eardrums. She smirked as she watched the tiny man cover his ears, wailing in pain. “TIME TO COME OUT AND PLAY!”
Don’s howls of agony quickly turned to shrieks of terror as Tasha peeled the roof of the Mustang off with her thumb and index finger like it was a can of sardines. In his makeshift convertible, Don could see Tasha’s giant grin in its full glory through his teary eyes.
“Tasha… p…please…” Don moaned before screaming again as Tasha slowly turned the car upside down, over her empty hand. When Don didn’t fall out on to her waiting palm, she began shaking the tiny vehicle up and down, like she was trying to get ketchup out of a glass bottle.
Don heaved and wretched as Tasha shook the car. Most of the blood in his body rushed to his head from being flipped upside down, and the seatbelt cut deeper and deeper into his skin as he was continuously raised and slammed back down onto the vinyl belt - the only thing holding him in the car. As his cuts began oozing blood, the belt finally gave out under his weight, causing him to fall headfirst onto Tasha’s open, waiting palm. He fell nearly ten feet, but landed relatively unharmed thanks to the softness of her thenar and the suppleness of her skin.
After tumbling to the middle of her palm, Don steadied himself on his hands and knees, and looked up. Tasha was beaming as she smiled back at him, her gigantic face filling the sky. To her, Don wasn’t even an inch tall. “WHAT?” she asked, her enormous lips turning into a sexy pout. “ARE YOU NOT HAVING FUN? I AM.” She raised her other hand over Don like she was about to clap, its sheer size blocking the sun, engulfing him in shadow. “MAYBE I SHOULD JUST CRUSH YOU.”
“No! Tasha!” Don shouted, standing with his hands raised above his head. He tried to hold up the giant palm slowly crushing downwards, but it was impossibly heavy. His legs trembled as he started sinking into the skin beneath him, and his muscles started aching. In his mind, he knew Tasha could send his shins through his shoulders without breaking a sweat, but his body stubbornly refused to accept defeat.
Just as Don’s wounds started gushing blood, Tasha casually lifted her right hand off him, leaving him temporarily blinded from the sun. “I’VE GOT A BETTER IDEA,” she said with her wicked smirk. “HOLD ON LITTLE GUY.”
Don instinctively grabbed on to Tasha’s palm as her giant fingers semi-closed around him. An instant feeling of weightlessness washed over him as he lost altitude, and he could hear cacophonous rumblings below as Tasha sat in the middle of the vacant street, crossing her legs like a middle schooler would do. She then raised her hand back up to her face, and uncurled her fingers to reveal her tiny captive.
“GET NAKED,” Tasha commanded.
Don wanted to protest, but Tasha arching a single giant eyebrow was more than enough to stop him. He pulled his ripped t-shirt off and dropped it, followed by his brown slacks. Looking back into the insatiable sapphire eyes of the giant woman, he sobbed before dropping his black boxer briefs. His soft cock bounced as it flopped out of its confines.
Don could feel Tasha’s giant eyes on his member. “WOW,” Tasha giggled. “I REMEMBER HIM BEING A WHOLE LOT BIGGER.”
Don wiped the tears from his eyes.
“DON’T WORRY, LITTLE MAN… I’LL HELP YOU OUT. HOW ABOUT A BLOWJOB? FOR OLD TIME’S SAKE?”
Don sniffed. “Wh…what?” Before he could react, Tasha opened her mouth and moved towards him, her colossal tongue extending out of her mouth. He automatically threw his hands out, but the tip of her tongue quickly pushed them away as it slithered over the front half of his naked body, drenching him in warm saliva.
“Pl…please don’t eat me!” Don screamed as loud as he could into Tasha’s open mouth.
“EAT YOU?” Tasha repeated, backing away slightly. “YOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN, DO YOU? I DIDN’T SAY I WAS GOING TO EAT YOU. I SAID I WAS GOING TO BLOW YOU.”
Tasha took in a deep, exaggerated breath, puffing her cheeks and chest out. When her lungs couldn’t hold anymore, she literally blew Don away as he flew out of her hand. To him, her breath felt like a hurricane, easily launching him off her palm. His screams were drowned out by the roaring winds, and he had no idea if he was flying up or down as he tumbled in freefall. Before long, he landed on a soft yet firm surface in a crumpled heap. As he coughed and gasped for air, he tightly hugged his abdomen, certain he’d broken at least a few ribs. It took him a few seconds to regain his bearings, eventually realizing he was now on her massive thigh.
Before he could attempt to stand, the entire world starting moving again - this time tilting as Tasha slowly shifted her leg. Don tried grasping a hold of her smooth skin with his good arm, but as the giantess raised her leg, its surface became a near vertical slope, causing him to slide down faster and faster until finally landing on the cold, hard asphalt below with a cry of pain. The taste of blood filled Don’s mouth as he murmured in intelligible groans, his entire body seething in pain.
“GET UP, DON,” Tasha commanded.
Don laid on his back staring up at the sky, unsure if he could even stand if he wanted to. But he knew Tasha was capable of far worse than simply dropping him on the ground, so using what strength remained in his body, he climbed to his feet, and turned around to witness Tasha in her full glory. Between her legs from ground level, she appeared like an absolute goddess.
“Ta…Tash…please…” Don groaned.
“SHUT UP,” Tasha interrupted. “YOU NEVER LISTENED TO ME, DON. SO YOU’RE GOING TO SIT RIGHT THERE, AND FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY.”
Don stood helplessly between Tasha’s mountainous thighs. About ten feet overhead was the tiny pink hole he used to abuse with his pornstar-sized cock, though now it more closely resembled a cavern waiting for him to go spelunking into. Then up and hundreds of feet off in the distance were her immaculately round tits that sat high on her chest looking both equally beautiful and lethal. And further beyond that was her giant, beautiful face, focused solely on him.
“I DIDN’T ASK TO BE THIS WAY, YOU KNOW. TO GROW SO… FREAKISHLY BIG. BUT I LIKE IT. AND I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND YOU NOW. WHY YOU TREATED ME THE WAY YOU DID… I GET IT NOW. YOU WERE ALWAYS SO MUCH BIGGER THAN ME, SO MUCH STRONGER. YOU COULD DO ANYTHING YOU WANTED, AND I WAS POWERLESS TO STOP YOU. FELT GOOD DIDN’T IT? HM? I KNOW IT DID. NOW I KNOW, NOW THAT I’M A… A FUCKING GIANT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST PART IS? I’M NOT DONE GROWING, DON. I’M STILL GETTING BIGGER. I MEAN LOOK AT ME… I’M ALREADY FUCKING HUGE. AND EVERYTIME I GROW, I GET SO HORNY IT’S… UNBELEIVABLE. I HOPE IT NEVER STOPS. BUT BEFORE I’M TOO BIG TO EVEN SEE YOU DOWN THERE, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ONE LAST TIME. SO GET TO IT.”
Tasha spread her legs wide as she uncrossed them, pushing her feet through the storefront buildings behind Don with ease. As the remnants of the building crumbled to the ground, she leaned back with her hands on the ground, her large chest thrust high enough to nearly block her face from Don’s view.
“Wh…what?” Don trembled.
“DID I STUTTER?” Tasha boomed. Her right hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, causing Don to stumble and trip backwards as it hovered menacingly close. Tasha smiled as she started rubbing her giant clit in a circular motion. “FUCK ME NOW. I WON’T SAY IT AGAIN.”
Don didn’t know what to do, only that he didn’t have a choice. He stood back up, and stared in awe at the masturbating giantess. As she fingered herself she pressed her right arm into her tit, causing them to squeeze together and jiggle in unison with her moving arm. Although terrified, Don was also hypnotized at the incredulous sight of Tasha’s giant rack bouncing in slow motion high above him. With a long exhale, he approached Tasha’s crotch. He stepped up onto the under-curve of her butt and began scaling her like a mountain. Her skin was taut, but squishy enough for him at least to have something to grab onto.
“MMMMM,” Tasha moaned, feeling the tiny man brush against her sensitive outer lip. “STICK THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS IN ME, DON. I NEED IT.”
Although broken, bruised, and frightened beyond measure, hearing Tasha talk dirty to him in her deep, bellowing voice caused Don’s little solider to stand at attention pretty quick. The aroma from her pussy was so strong he could barely breathe. As he reached the opening to her vagina that was bigger than him, he wasn’t quite sure what to do next. He grabbed the sides of her lips and tried thrusting his cock in, but she was so big he was sure she couldn’t even feel him.
“LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND,” Tasha rumbled. Taking her finger off of her engorged clit, she moved it down and behind Don, carefully pushing him up so that he was essentially hugging her love button. Don quickly began slobbering all over her clit, which caused Tasha’s moans to grow louder and faster. “YES….YES!” she screamed, curling her toes in pleasure, which pulverized the concrete foundations of two buildings a block away like wet soil.
As Don furiously jacked off nearing his own orgasm, he noticed the giant finger holding him up was applying slightly more pressure against his back. As Tasha’s clit swelled, he realized he was slowly being pushed into her throbbing pussy. He tried bracing himself against her outer lips, but the amount of force being applied by Tasha’s giant fingertip was far too great for him to withstand.
“TASH…. TASHA!!!!! TAAASSSH…..MMPHHRRUGGL…..” Don screamed as his entire world was enveloped by her giant pink pussy. Tasha bit her lower lip as she slowly and effortlessly pushed her former boyfriend’s body inside her. His tiny body, not much bigger than a tic-tac, completely disappeared from view with the push of a finger. As she plunged her finger in deeper, and him with it, Tasha felt an unbelievable heat building inside her. Her mind began flooding with dopamine as she not only realized she had a human being in her pussy, but that it was the one person on Earth that deserved it more than anyone else.
Tasha pictured a tiny, frightened, and broken Don curled up inside of her, and then lost all control. Her eyes squeezed tight as she came, her moans turning into shrieks of pleasure that shattered glass over a mile away. Her legs shook uncontrollably, causing her ass to grind further into the ground. And as her orgasm grew, so did her body.
Don didn’t last long as Tasha’s pelvic muscles began twitching and spasming in pleasure. With a loud yelp of pure bliss, Tasha squeezed her thighs together, unintentionally crushing his entire body into a warm paste. He’d always told Tasha she should work out her kegels to stay extra tight, but he never imagined that advice would eventually kill him.
Tasha continued to finger herself, although her rapid pace was slowing. Fireworks exploded in her vision with her eyes closed, and she hadn’t even realized her head was slowly rising higher and higher into the air. A wave of elation shot down her spine causing her to shiver, which usually signalled the end of her orgasm. But she could still feel a warmth spreading deep within her body as she continued to grow larger.
When she finally opened her eyes with a satisfied sigh, hundreds of tiny soldiers were looking up to greet her. She could even see their tiny weapons drawn and aimed at her. There were tanks and large trucks amongst the battalion, and they were all just staring nervously at the giant masturbating woman, unsure of what to do.
“OH!” she exclaimed, genuinely flustered. Though that quickly morphed into a devious grin as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her cheeks blushed a rosy shade of red. “DID YOU ALL WANT TO PLAY TOO?”