Tumescent Tenderness - Chapter Two: Counteraction

Tumescent Tenderness - Chapter Two: Counteraction

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” -James A. Baldwin I let him lead me downstairs and into the kitchen without resisting, figuring that if I at least followed him I’d be able to get some answers. We went through the hall, him walking in front of me. I wondered when he’d had time to put on trousers. As we reached the front door I made him stop to let me put on a coat. He sized up mine and guffawed a little hysterically. My mind trailed back to the ring on the desk and I said nothing… beginning to wonder. He handed me his coat and I complied, wrapping it around me before we stepped out into the night air. I hopped over the gravel driveway, not before getting the end of trailing coat stuck in the door, and allowed him to open the car door for me, unable to stop a smile there. Even when this silly man was in a rush he still couldn’t help being courteous. I felt a surge within me, emanating love towards him and my heart skipped a beat as he hopped in and fired up the engine. I tried not to let my affection show and gazed out of the window until I had composed myself. As we tore down the motorway towards the laboratory, well beyond the speed limit in his boy toy, I saw that he kept glancing at me, eyeing me up and down, nervously. ‘Uh oh’, I thought to myself, realising that he must be anxious at how quiet I was being. I cleared my throat and began to make half-hearted sounds of protest. The engine roared and he didn’t notice me speaking at first. ‘You gorgeous dope you’ I reflected, and considered kissing him, but as he looked over I thought better of it and raised my voice again. “Can’t this wait? Why are we taking off in the night?” I said, only teasing him a little with an doe-eyed flutter of the lashes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. We’re making good time.” He responded, pumping the accelerator a little harder. “Thank the saints for the new parking area.” He muttered. I wondered at this point what it was that awaited me. My mind flashed back to the papers on the desk and the ring, going over the scenario and then unbidden to the bin. Unromantic as it might seem, that little discovery had given me the confidence I needed to, well, satisfy my man, and then some. I began to recall that, only a few minutes past, when something came to mind. I opened the coat and looked down, expecting to find a mess on the back lining. The idea of his cum leaking out of me was pretty hot, but I was a little bothered since this was his smart work coat. I was dumbfounded to see not a drop. We zoomed past the open gate and towards the underground parking lot. The tall building before me gleamed in the light of halogen lamps shining off the outer walls. We jolted down a ramp and I deliberated to myself why he was in such a rush. I went through a mental calendar of things we had done as he stopped the vehicle and got out, ripping the door open violently. That took me aback. He was always so careful with it, polishing the red two-seater often enough for me to tease him about touching it more than me, and here he was chipping the paint on a pillar and not even closing it as he hustled me towards the lift.

The doors pinged open and we clambered in. I giggled a little, though my mind still worked to think why it must be at – I checked his watch, which he had put on earlier while we were going down the main road – Seven minutes past midnight on the eleventh of May. I was feeling a little bashful, but thought it couldn’t have been such an important date if I couldn’t even remember it. I licked my lips and, tentatively taking hold of his sleeve, told him “Honey, you don’t need to rush so much. Listen, it doesn’t matter if we’re not there exactly–” The floor numbers ticked quickly, and he tapped his foot. “Ok look, my love, we’ll be on time, before it gets too far!” he said, voice hushed with excitement. ‘Well that’s good, because I’ll be damned if I have any idea what for.’ I thought, shifting a little. He looked so sweet and jumpy. I couldn’t believe this was it, he was going to ask me to marry him! I wanted to scream yes, to let him take me in his arms, to… He was edgy as my hand shifted from his downwards. He jumped a little as I grasped the front of his pants, but a bulge came to meet me almost immediately. I looked at the remaining numbers. A quicky then. Unzipping his fly. I grasped his cock through his pants, feeling the setting contours, and moved in front of him. There wasn’t time to play around. I unceremoniously flicked it from between the nuisances that were the sides of cloth and enveloped it in my mouth. It tasted good and I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. His were still full of apprehension but he did nothing to prevent me. I worked the shaft, feeling him grow in my mouth, stretching down into my throat. I relaxed my gag, and began to suck. My horniness drove me, and I bobbed back and forth, smoking his pole, feeling a strange desire creeping back. I thought it was supposed to be newlyweds who were constantly at it, but I guess I couldn’t wait, huh? God, this was brilliant, I needed more, I moaned in satisfaction, and clamping my hands around his bottom, I pulled him towards me, relishing the taste and sensation. Lapping his cock had never felt so good. A fervour came over me, and peeking at the watch I saw I had already spent half a minute doing this. With a new zeal I sucked harder, twirling his cock in my mouth. With one hand I cradled his pendulous balls, and with the other I pressed lightly just below them. I pushed against the lift door with my feet, pressing him against the opposite wall. It felt easy when you were already this aroused, and my vehemence must have been more than I thought, because inconceivably, for the second time tonight, I felt the gargantuan swelling. His balls clenched and with a strangled “God damn it!” he blew his load again into my mouth. I gulped down the liquid eagerly, still moving back and forth sucking. He had really been holding out on me, it tasted great, and filled me with a satisfaction I could not describe. I slumped to the floor looking up at him again, and licking my lips laughed aloud when I saw the expression on his face. As I wobbled a little to regain my footing, I gave him a peck on the cheek and began to readjust my coat. Now by now I guessed he knew something was up with me, so I decided to keep it low key from now on. As I began trying to put the coat back on properly, the door pinged again and he gave my arm a tug. It was a strong one, really more than it needed to be, and I was turning to tell him so when it hit me. My fingers ceased their struggle to close the toggles on the coat front, and I swivelled to look at my soon to be fiancé. Something was off. I looked around, and felt another insistent tug on my arm, this time with even greater force. Off balance I tumbled out of the lift into my boyfriend’s laboratory. “Hey, what was up with that?” I said angrily, working to regain balance and get up from all fours. But he was already gone, across the floor and was typing madly at an interface. I walked up to him, passing assortments of strange and fantastical machines and devices of the modern age and the next, not looking at any of them. My hands on my hips I called over to him, “Oi! That was really unnecessary you know! I–” I felt an odd feeling, like before in the lift, hot and heavy. A deep resonance far within blossomed outwards, and I gasped, with pleasure as much as surprise. I could still think rationally, no matter my mood, but this was weird. I looked down at myself, and gaped as I saw the coat hanging several inches off the ground. I looked at him, then followed his gaze back at myself to the tightening garment. I felt the elbows and shoulders become a little awkward before I turned to examine them. I was perplexed by possibly shrinking clothes and the intense feeling within me. “What’s going on with these?” I said, my voice askew as I watched and felt my chest push out from the confines of the coat. I knew before he began his reply. It wasn’t the clothes. It was me. He stood staring and then turned quickly back to the computer he was using. The literal growing feeling was still increasing within as it manifested without. I was getting taller! Slowly but steadily, I was moving up inch after inch. I was about five foot five, and the apt application of the past tense crossed my thoughts as a shoulder of the garment tightened further. This thing was uncomfortable, but I was far from that. Perhaps it was hysteria, but I was feeling… great. Waves of pleasure floated through me, exuding from my inner core and spreading to my extremities… just as they spread. By my estimation I was by now at least five eight, but oddly I was not only increasing in height I realised, as I felt the coat lift from the back, my structure was altering proportionally. As my butt pressed a little further still, I looked down at my tits, which were positively big jugs now, having gone up a fair few cup sizes. Ok, maybe not completely proportionally. “Oh shit.” I gasped, looking up again. He had been typing madly at the computer and was speaking frantically as he did so. “Hang on darling.” His voice was tinny with terror, but then I noticed something odd. His dick was still sticking out of his trousers, and I saw that it was hard again. Now don’t get me wrong, I was scared. I had no idea what was happening, my body was changing as I looked on, confused and unable to stop it, and weirder still it felt seriously good. Thoughts like ‘What the hell was going on?’ and ‘Where the fuck is my proposal?’ were definitely flashing through my head. However, seeing that erection distracted me a little, allowing me to concentrate on something else other than my swelling physique to speak. “What’s happening to me?” I cried out, as I sprouted another inch of height, bust, and around the pelvic area. I winced from the pleasure. He was standing now, waiting while a tube filled up with a green liquid. I looked around the lab. “Listen my love, I am so sorry. Believe me, I never meant for this to happen!” he said, looking at me pleadingly. He was scared, shaking as he put on surgical gloves. “A few days ago I was working in the lab when something went terribly wrong. I used the—there was contamination. I ran some tests, and have been working ever since to undo it.” I shuddered again, climbing to at least five foot ten. My breasts had burgeoned into a pair of DDs, and I could see my hips and ass flaring out under the coat. I also noticed I had thickened a little in the thighs and calves, with a little muscle protruding from the generous curves. “So–” I stopped for a moment as I felt another arousing wave go through me, then cut to the chase. “Am I going to die?!” I said, sharing in his terror, “No!” he said, horrorstruck, wrenching me from a mental picture of some kind of explosion. “Your body is just altering to–” He blushed, but his eyes widened when he looked at the tube “Look, the injunction infusion is almost completed!” “It was my cum you see. I didn’t mean to take the risk, but I’ve never… I told you to stop!” He looked away from me, his voice guiltstricken and down, and I saw his dick, the head glistening in the lab light above. I let him continue, exploring the new form I inhabited hesitantly. My skin was soft and firm, and I felt healthy, awake, and seriously hot and bothered. I was too nervous to say it, but somewhere in me I realised that, well, the growth itself was turning me on. Sure, some of it was physical, but as I looked on I knew that a heck of a lot was psychological. “Ok, it’s done!” he said, pulling the tube free and unsteadily fitting the needle on to a syringe, into which he then put the antidote. I had loved puberty, and was fascinated by the way my body changed and transformed. I liked the way boys had started looking at me. Later on, I had learned to loved feeling a dick get hard, growing, feeling his thinking about me fill him up, and maybe this was some part I had loved in myself. It excited me a little on those days where my tits looked bigger, and I loved dressing to flaunt and accentuate the things I liked about myself. And now well, it was all happening again, and yeah I liked it. “Wait a minute,” I said, holding out my hand as he approached me. It surprised me how much I had caught up with him. He was still taller than me by a few inches, but the height difference, or lack thereof, was really noticeable. I scrutinised the fingers of my hand, larger but still delicate, and closed them. “Is this ‘effect’ harmful to me?” I asked unevenly, partly because another bout of sensation had settled in my tits, sending me up another size. My nipples strained forward, and the coat tore a little more. “Well, not technically it isn’t, not at all in fact, but I–” he stammered. “Well then, would you mind if I could… indulge in a little more?” I slowly asked, feeling my pussy grow damp. He gulped. “Besides, there’s no way I’m letting those erratic hands of yours stick a needle in me!” I smiled. He looked down at them, and stepped again towards me. “You… want to grow?” he asked, incredulous. “Yes. Yes I do.” I replied in a gradual tone, not letting the euphoria I was experiencing creep into my voice. I was seriously turned on, gaining another half inch in height and feeling my ass expand out like a small crinoline behind me, lifting the hem further off the floor. I noticed too, as the material slid over my rump, that I was becoming more sensitive too. I licked my lips a little, wetting them. He was closer now, and I wondered if he liked me like this. Doubt suddenly pricked through me, and I bit the inside of my lip. “I mean, you can stop it if you like.” I said. The words traced with fluttering unease. Wait… What if he didn’t like me like this? I wanted him to want me. I liked feeling his eyes on me, knowing that it was those assets I liked that he liked, knowing he wanted to taste them again and again, no matter how many times he had done before, like it was the first time. I loved it. I loved him. I didn’t want to be a freak for my husband. What if it were too late? If I were too far gone? The stir of lust and the responsiveness of my body sent a jolt of fear through me. “Please, forget I said anything. Fix me.” I said, my face fraught with worry. My eyes brimmed with tears. “Of course darling.” he said, stroking my hair. He raised the syringe, and halted in mid-air. I was now only an inch below his height, and easily weighed as much if not more than him with my new, thick attributes. “I do like you like this, you know.” He said quickly, his eyes and stance apprehensive. “Oh.” I said. I was silent for a moment. “Umm… How much?” I added, trying to keep my tone casual. The tension had suddenly flooded out of the air, replacing it with a sudden awkwardness again, even more so by the various parts of me peeking out from his coat. It was like being acquaintances again, hinting to the other that you liked them in fact as more than friends. The needle was still frozen in his outstretched hand “Well, quite a lot.” He replied. He stopped, and then cleared his throat before confiding “A real lot actually.” I knew it had been out of place. Now don’t get me wrong, a buxom lass in a coat ought to elicit that kind of thing normally, but well, he seemed so oddly conflicted as he had sat there at the computer. A distant memory surfaced, of an old online dating profile he had shown me, and in the ‘Looking For’ section under the ‘Physical’ bit I had seen terms like ‘Tall’ and ‘Voluptuous’, before he skipped right over those and did his best to end the embarrassing affair. “So then,” I said softly, gently moving closer as I hit the six foot mark, “It wouldn’t bother you if I were… bigger than you? If I grew—” My boobs seemed to respond at this moment, pressing out into his chest “…Even more?” “Nuh-uh” he replied a little dully, as if mesmerised for a moment before he blinked. “Especially not the growing part.” My thighs and hips visibly broadened again, I was caught off guard for a moment. “What do you mean? ” I asked, looking him straight in the eye, puzzled. My voice was faint, velvety, embroidered with mounting emotion, perhaps hope? “In all honesty, if you must know, it’s the, well, the growing that I like too. ” He declared. “I loved you at your old size, but this, and well, imagining more…of you. And I’ll be frank, there isn’t really a cap to it. ” The last part was croaked, almost a whisper. I didn’t reply. Turning to myself, I considered things. So, I had a man before me who liked me growing, was desperately in love with me, possibly even more now that I had literally become his living fantasy. I personally had come to the epiphany that this was something I wanted too long before knowing it was his desire, so there wasn’t pressure from him but merely encouragement to fulfil my own wish. I looked gently down now at the man I adored, and kissed him fully on the lips, gently pressing into him further. “I love you. ” I whispered, taking the cure from his hand. I stepped forward past him, then leaned back and hurled it with full force at the computer. The glass shattered, smashing the container and spilling liquid all over the machine, which sparked and fried. I turned back around. He couldn’t speak. I advanced, shrugging off the tattered remains of the coat, feeling the rising buzz within me, expanding me outwards and towards my heart’s desire. I stopped before him, and felt the uproarious sparks flicker their last within me, leaving me at six foot two, with an hourglass figure popping out well over forty inches where it mattered, if not more. We embraced, and kissed, long and deep. It was bliss. After a minute, I broke away for a moment. “I don’t want to stop it. I want to be big for you. I know you like it. I like it too, love of mine.” I said, evenly, and only the naughty glint in my eye gave any warning before I smothered his romantic ‘You’re beautiful, I love y-’ with another spell of making out. These words had apparently been quite titillating for him. I felt a rise from him gently prod me. Still tongue-tied by the kiss, I looked down out of the corner of my eye and was stunned to see that perhaps I was not the only one who had jacked up a little in size. ‘Now officially a little afraid of the monster again’ I thought to myself. Now it was his turn to break away. “Look, my love, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and don’t think I’m asking now because of all… this, ” he gestured at my new frame. “Yes? ” I asked, my voice small and high, actual tears leaking from my eyes now. He bent down on to one knee…

Chapter 3 is coming…

This was the part I always loved. I felt his cock enter my ass, slippery with lube but raw and ready. I relaxed my muscles, letting him slide right in, before clenching him in a death grip. Damn, he felt so big, hard, and juicy in me that I was tempted to take it out right now and suck that delicious pole until he popped.

He began to move back and forth, rigid and marvelling that a girl was letting him give it to her from the back, and on a first date too. I grinned, shoving back hard, taking more of him. This guy had a lot of girth to him, but I would make him fit in the end... I always did.

He exhaled, kneading my buns with his fingers. I wiggled in pleasure, sending shivers up that lightning rod planted firmly inside me. I wanted him to go faster, but was enjoying this nice tight start. Motes of pleasure began gathering in my cheeks, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he realised what was ‘growing’ on.

He pushed again, and I felt the delectable sensation as his cock hardened further, pushing a little deeper inside me. Mmm... it always began this way round. The tightness of his shaft caused him to gasp in pleasure, and thrust just a little harder. He stopped himself continuing, wary of causing me pain, and I wanted to laugh, though I too had become caught up in the pleasure, and could only moan in response. Well, that out to give him an indication of how I liked it.

He thrust hard again, and I could feel the veins bulge on his penis, as he shoved more of himself into my ravenous anus. Each time he would thrust, the pressure would increase, and I whimpered i pleasure, feeling his strong hands and hard cock against my ass. His fingers dug into me and I smelled his musk as he pulled my hips towards his hilt. I couldn’t wait to meet it.

Just when the overwhelming sensation began to shift towards pain, it happened. The tightness poured itself as an ecstasy in my extremities, and my ass expanded. His cock gave a sudden little rush, filling up the space as it to grew, ripping my fishnet tights. And so the rhythm began, his dick pounding against me, as I cried out for him to fuck me hard, and it grew and grew inside me, forcing my body to adapt and change to accommodate him. My poor tush was never quite quick enough, and I always felt the growing tightness.

Now, I really liked this guy, but as I glanced back and saw him, spearing away, unphased by the fact that my hips had swelled to wider than his body, I was perpleed. Didn’t he care?

His eyes et mine, and he winked, before delivering a smack to my rump that made me come there and then. Seeing my reaction only elicited him to fuck me harder and harder, and we both groaned, getting bigger and bigger.

I had become frenzied, counterthrusting against his mammoth torpedo as fast as I could, made easier by my newly strong, thick thighs. My enormous hips guided the monster phallus on and on, deeper and deeper into the reaches of my gaping asshole. All the while my pussy was exploding, and I came over and over, clenching so hard around his cock that I sometimes even stopped its mighty pummeling, but the tirade of thrusts would always be back for more.

I don’t know how long we fucked that night. My ass continued to balloon, and I would glance back to watch the now rapid growth. I could only see his head above its sexy enormity, as well as the hands that I was so aware were rubbing and tugging at me. 

Eventually, I felt a faster swell building in him, an ultimate hardness that drove me over the edge three times as it collected.  Then, a cannon burst within me, and I swelled, pound after pound shooting into my ass as it zoomed outwards. I felt myself move forward, and still on he came, swelling himself the whole time. I turned my head, and all i could see was yard after yard of firm, taut, ass, jiggling from the waves of cum still spurting into me.

I wasn’t sure whether I came a thousand times, or if it was just one one, long, unending stream of orgasm. I screamed, gasping as my nipples dragged over the polished floor, and eventually blacked out. It had simply been a divine overload.

I awakened to a pressure on my butt. I turned to see him perched atop me, holding a massive mast pole of a schlong. For someone who had just been fucked to oblivion, my body sure didn’t seem to realise it, as I grew wet again.

So, this is why I like taking it in the ass, and I felt I had to clear the air when I met Clive on that first date. One too many looks at my ass... Well, it hasn’t done my baby any harm.

“Mais, tu es sure? Isn’t it a little... big, cherie?” asked  Anaïs , lines of concern showing on her delicate facial features. Her fingers traced the sloping contours of her new bottom.

could you write about a girl whose breasts and butt expands every time some one has a dirty thought about her? and the more she expands the more sexually sensitive her skin gets? (so basically the expanding is sexually pleasing) and the only way she can get back to normal is to orgasm. (is that to specific?)

Gosh, that’s hot.

The water in the loch was having a strange effect on Cassie. She and Martin kissed under the noon day sun, and her clothes felt itchy and tight. She felt her cleavage press against Martin, as her ass and thighs threatened to bust out of her jeans, and wondered how long till her boyfriend noticed the changes. She felt herself grow wet...

[Migrated] Secret Nightclub

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Anya’s fingers moved, and a deep thrum began to emanate from the speakers. It was a low, raunchy resonance, laying down the foundation for what was to come. The rest of the band soon added their instruments, and the slow funk slickly filled the hall air.

Now even the louder members of the audience were taken into a new stupor. A hush fell over them as Anya’s low, husky voice began to croon the first lines of ‘Black Velvet’ as she sashayed gently towards the centre stage. A dusk of blue light, thick with the fog of dry ice, dappled her path and reflecting off the black leather outfit. The bait was dropped. As she moved, the sultriness of her voice carried through into the movements on her bass guitar. Her fingers slid up the fretboard, and the rhythm pulsed anew, building upon itself. The audience was entranced now, fully hers for the taking. The frequency enticed and overcame, and the crowd before her swayed only lightly from some preternatural instinct. Like the roar of a tiger, it left no room for rational thought. With her foot she gently pressed down on a pedal, and the speakers at the back of the ballroom came to life, slowly swelling the chamber with sound. As it washed over them, at the back of minds a tingling was felt. The bassline was so heavy, so overwhelming. Sweat began to gather at foreheads, and breathing to become ragged, in time to quickening heartbeats. Anya’s- no, the voice, impelled and impassioned. A chord within the listeners was struck, and then they began to respond to the commands. Men shuddered at the front of the crowd as they felt themselves, already somewhat intoxicated with arousal at this vision, grow harder still. The verses alternated. The ladies were on each second one hit with a euphoric heat deep within, and nipples pointed tense and loins became moist. A chorus of sighs of varying cadences escaped them. Anya could observe their reaction, and nodded to Ivan, the drummer. He slowed his fills and closed the snare drum, while increasing the hits on the bass drum. There was hardly any need. By this point the band were infused with their own sound as it was, and all that was left was to carry their eager fans further. This was pink noise. The waves rose, and all through the room garments began to tighten. The males felt their trousers bulge at the crotch, their erections pressing hot and hard outwards, further than they ever had before. A trickle began to gather in the panties of the women there, and the room seemed to shrink a little as their bodies too began to push outwards in firm piles of pliant titflesh...

None were fully aware or conscious at this point, and gone was the chatter of anticipation that had filled the entrance of the Amsterdam nightclub. They were wired to the speakers, gushing with the sonority. Anya, though not undergoing any transformations herself, began to tremble as the tide of a pent up orgasm began to ache below the carved mahogany that had become a part of her. In the middle a tall, dark haired man, surrounded on all sides, blinked and gulped for a moment as he felt a twinge as his cock hit the ten inch mark. A little ahead of the majority of others, an almost cognisant thought approached his mind, before his manhood met the cold steel of his zipper as he burst through his boxers. Muscles had begun to lightly ripple through his arms, and his fists clenched once before he was enveloped back into the fold. On the right the thick, black rimmed glasses of a tipsy girl, over on a break from the prestigious university she attended, tipped askew. She had carefully studied the terms before entering, but no amount of schooling in the field of law prepared her for the elation she felt as her wool sweater dragged over her rising nipples. She had started out the night as a generous C cup, and had nurtured that bounty with a few too many pints of beer. Her long, blonde hair, curled into ringlets for the evening, fell to the sides of her chest. It pushed out, filling with every note. She wobbled on her high heels momentarily, before some sixth sense refound her new centre of gravity, adjusting her to the pair of Fs riding high on her chest. Buttons pinged beside her from the more jerky growth another woman experienced. The psychologist’s deep eyes, normally filled with understanding, were glazed beneath a film of lust. Her lips moved in echo to the words, growing fuller with each syllable. She sounded sibilances with a tongue that had grown just a little longer and more agile behind her now bee-stung lips. The cupid’s bow pinched a little in tandem with her deepening cleavage, and her tongue, like her eyes, rolled back, the former encountering a severely diminished gag reflex. Her hands found purchase on her breasts, which had bloomed from a flat canvas into a swirl of contour. In time with Anya, she moved along a scale, punctuating harmonics by worrying each nipple. Her body began to sag from the indescribable pleasure was indescribable, but the top heaviness of her new D cups above a slimmed waist was soon righted by a boom from below. She would later spend much time analysing why she had kept her old pencil skirt and she scribbled notes in the book she hoped to publish. The cloth was even now stretching, and there was no hope on Earth that she would be able to pull the skirt down over her increasingly massive booty. Her ass pushed out, firming and delectable, smooth with a hint of muscle beneath a gentle layer of body fat, without the slightest hint of cellulite. The white linen shirt had long exploded, and the pushup bra would surely be next. Somewhere in her mind she looked forward to that, and would have smiled if she weren’t too busy groaning as she came. Anya’s bandmates were fuelled by the crowd, and sought to play ever more powerfully, embellishing each new crescendo. Janks, the lead guitarist, bobbed her head, luxuriant in her new body. She had finally had her last operation, and was now fully a woman where it counted. She had only wished that she too could be subjected to the changes, but for this they all of The Muses needed to be playing, and it didn’t work on them at that time. Even so, they all felt the backlash of ecstasy from the crowd sledgehammering into them. As she pushed down hard on the tremolo, she saw Ivan crash down on the cymbals, and upon releasing it back up a sound pervaded even through the dense atmosphere, joining and combining with it. Turning her head she saw the pants of several men in the front row split clean open and foot long cocks began to jut forward. The sight made her lick her lips a little, and she gave them a special treat. A series of quick hammer-ons and pull-offs saw veins bulge, and their hulking members, gained significant girth to match the new impressive length. Only Janks could ever really maintain much composure from the players. Anya was beside herself, and occasionally stopped to play one handed as she fondled herself. When she began to play a solo with each hand, her strumming drove most beyond the brink too, and a few below found themselves entangled with others in similar passion. A bombshell whose flaming red hair was now well past her knees straddled a man whose bulging muscles had shredded asunder his entire suit, leaving only his tie in place. As she lifted a leg and began to lower herself on to his massive meat, it seemed as if her knees were sliding up beside his torso. As she sunk on to his dick, an elephantine monstrosity of easily sixteen inches and counting, her body began to expand to take on the challenge. Her pussy wetly sucked at the penis, as around her bodies became sexier in all manner of ways, and she moaned, eyes closed, the pale freckles standing out on her slightly reddened skin. The white strobes flashed twice before she raised herself and let out a yell, spearing herself upon the shaft. That action put her from a leggy 5’10 to the height of a small giantess, easily seven feet tall by any estimation. She ground down on to him, determined to take him to the very hilt, boosting her at least another foot. Below her the Adonis pushed, every muscle straining on his shadowed form. His biceps swelled enormously, and he let out a growl as he flipped her humongous form, several inches taller than a moment before, right on to her back, his cock still inside her the whole time. His back could be seen glistening, wide as an axe handle, and vibrated with the muscles as they worked, thrusting into the growing redhead. A spray of ejaculation forced her to yield, whimpering in pleasure as he fucked her, on and on, becoming instantly hard each time he came. This concert would be a long one. The law student still stood in the spot, shaking. Her wool sweater, still holding together by some miracle, was drenched in sweat. Her breasts pushed out, huge on her frame, and the pale brown of her areolae could be seen through the increasing gaps in the fibre. The feeling, like white hot needles pressing into her libido, had rendered her completely rigid, else she might simply collapse under it. Her somewhat narrow, almond eyes, formerly almost black, were open now, vacant but for a fire blazing beneath the now icy coloured surface. The petite girl stood there, her dyed ringlets unfurling again slowly in the heat, the heat she was in. Her mammaries were glorious, her bust now measuring in feet, and still on they pushed out. Unlike many others, nothing had changed aside from her eyes, and she was otherwise an ordinary looking oriental girl. Each breast, however, starting just below her delicate collar bone, currently fell in an exquisite teardrop shape to below her waist. Also, unlike many, her back had not gained appropriate musculature to withstand their weight, and soon she would be pulled over by them. This was what, in the depths of her eros, she waited for. She had quivered at the prospect, yet now was like a statue, still but for the flood of manila threatening to burst from beneath the sweater. She was out of control now, no longer having to be efficient and on top of things. Soon they would be on top of her. A copper coloured Hispanic pair flexed as they went beyond body builder proportions. The man and woman were a pair of twins, and their bodies were even now moving in unison. They had each discovered a partner, the male being taken by a seductress whose hips, twice the width of the rest of her svelte form, were tightly coiled around his torso, pumping his iron rod for all it was worth. A derisive chuckle radiated from her as he groaned beneath her. Her legs gyrated back and forth, her ass heaving from past his knees and eliciting spurt after spurt of cum, but without a single sign from her of being satiated. The sister, equally ripped at this point, had found a lithe younger man, at least ten years as well as inches her junior, and was grinding against him, hands splayed above her head. The lad, a normally quiet only child who spent his summers away from Harvard in Europe, was responding with equal vigour, running his delicate pianist’s fingers and orchestrating all over her body. Her abs rippled forth at his touch, multiplying from a four to a six and finally to an eight pack, eliciting a series of coos from her. However, the Peruvian was surprised when she wiggled her toned gluteus maximus against his groin to feel no hardness there. A primal urge drove her to try again. She spun in vexation and quickly collapsed before him, insensible in her need to get him hard, and had just pulled down his pants to see an average sized flaccid cock when, upon grabbing at it and pulling him toward her voracious maw, she was catapulted several feet backward by the monster that decimated his Y fronts. Their eyes locked, and he grinned, his white teeth dazzling in the stage lights. The smell of her sex was potent, drawing to her partners of all shape and form, but the mentalist was too wrapped up in herself. She frantically masturbated, her head a vision of erotic imagery, a soundtrack to the music that was unlocking her innermost self. Her lips had stopped expanding some time ago, only to be replaced by the engorging of the other set. Her labia lapped at her fingers edaciously, and she grinned, pleasing herself as only she knew how. Frustrated lovers nearby congregated around a man in the remains of a cashmere shirt trying his utmost to jerk off as many horny cocks as possible. His own penis had seen to his own jeans, and only the belt remained girdled around his waist, the rest beneath him in Bukake pool to which he was now himself adding. The psychologist meanwhile loosed little screams to match Anya’s, though she did not come as fast or easily as the singer-bassist. The pencil skirt was ripped up the seam at the back, exposing the lower half of her massive rear. Her other hand groped at it, the hard grip feeling the expansion spread the fingers inexorably. Her thighs had thickened too, a curvaceous taper matching the magnificent posterior above it, while leaving a little extra on the shelf to enhance the bubble-butt look. Her thumb tore at her clit, ravaging it remorselessly, desperate for release. In the time it took her to come again Ivan had had to replace a drumstick which he had knocked out of his hand mid-orgasm. Anya had incorporated a titillating series of squeals into a vocal solo, spurring the crowd further. In a corner a mass of ebony skin concealed an orgy. Blues notes and boob muffled the moans of a couple as their desperately fondled each other in between the hills of tit. Two each tongues stroked and licked the other’s labia, mouthed and delicately nibbled clits, and finally delved into more secret parts. Around them their breasts grew, further and further, seeking to outweigh their very bodies, with all signs of success. The floor there was slightly stained as one began, her very being surmounted by pleasure to exude pale fluid from her teats. A broad and muscled back loomed, hair glistening. A middle-aged, bearded man grunted as his shoulders widened and his ass tightened, the muscles becoming ever denser. In front of him stood an hourglass in human form. Her hips were at least three feet in width, backed up by an ass that stuck out another couple of feet and quaking, ample thighs and calves. Her torso was ludicrously contained in a lace corset, the top of which had long since burst open to reveal the ripe melons within. Her slim waist, tiny by proportion, peeked out from between a gargantuan pair of boobs, which filled, roundly spilling put over the floor around her. The buxom wet dream was absorbed in rubbing and jiggling her tits all over the dong poking from the top of the cleavage. His dick was bigger than she was, save her tits. As if in competition, his member mushroomed out from the top, only for her to erupt further to encase the cock. At this point he, a seven foot titan, was aiding her in the titfuck him with one hand, and the other gripped the bangs of her pixie haircut until there was too much bap between them. His lady ballooned in the surprisingly diminished space and her ass colliding with another bloated form. A small chain reaction sequence later, the attention of a sizable group of spellbound listeners was piqued, initiating one of the first of several orgies. This was why the band only performed live. Flesh boomed in every direction, dwarfing the act on stage. Yet on the music continued, ringing out to the audience, making them erupt further and further in sensual rapture. On and on the tune ran, and with the beat things just continued to get larger and life. Anya was so engrossed in the song that she was unaware when a hand as large as her guitar shifted on to the stage and a huge finger began to rub her crotch through her jeans. Her reaction to the stimulation was to heighten the enchantment of her voice. The band members responded, and the music took on an ethereal quality. Other expanded members of the crowd had ended up closer to the stage, and some began to lavish the band members with their affectionate praise, the psychosomatic effects making sure, however, never to disrupt the integrity of the playing. Anya let loose a ripping cry, screaming “Bigger!” and began to moan as the slender finger continued to palpate her navel. Janks erupted into a guitar solo, being stroked on all sides by adoring males. ‘So many cocks, so little time,’ she thought to herself, allowing herself a brief moment to squeeze one, resulting in her being showered in an inordinate gush of semen. It was a good thing this was a massive hall. The red head beneath the man was enormous, having been pumped up to unimaginable proportions through the setlist. And she was not the only one. A few men had grown too, but not to the proportions of the female giantess enthusiasts, who towered above the others. The largest must have exceeded thirty to forty feet, and was rapidly stretching further, her feet drifting down the length of the hall in a frenzy. The cold marble sent shocks along this giantess, and she lay there in her curtain of black hair, festooned with lovers as they played and sucked on her. Her attention was for Anya alone, to make her make her bigger. She caressed the singer’s pussy, alternating between roughness and gentleness. When, with amazing expertise, she slid down Anya’s skinny jeans, and probed further, Janks knew there was trouble. But alas, she was so confoundedly distracted. Still playing, she headbanged to the music she was making, up and down on a dick. This man had kept to a manageable size, and she dextrously took him whole, taking his cum, only to find him hard again and waiting again. She knew she had lost control, that the concert needed to end, and soon. She wondered if it were too late somewhere far back in her head. Ivan too was long gone. His arms shot over the kit, drunk with pleasure. He was playing blind, purely through muscle memory, as his face was completely immersed in a rapidly enclosing sea of tit. Like a chorus, the audience’s moans joined with the bands. They had never had an audience this large, in both senses. Measures of feet were rapidly being replaced by yards, and even the hall was becoming rather cramped. The raven haired giantess was still the largest, and now even her pinkie was too big to slip in and out of Anya, but instead roamed her crotch, razing her clitoris. Cocks stretching longer than their owners, some of whom seemed to be walls of muscle, were all about. Never in history had there been such pieces of ass as were here either. Buttocks flared, the curves becoming sexier by the moment. No mortal could have stood their ground without being cripplingly turned on. Clothes at this point were virtually a joke from some distant past, and sopping rags could occasionally be seen. A few of the stage lights had been smashed, and there were some holes in the stage itself, leaving only the flashing blue strobes. Fog billowed around the breasts around Ivan, and the entire hall was consumed by the aroma of sex. Janks blinked, once, twice, and looked down at the hard shaft in her mouth. She was almost fully aware of her surroundings, still a little hazy, and shut her eyes to clear her head. She did not stop moving up and down on the pole though. She opened them again, letting the cock pop from her lips and stood to look around her. It was a beautiful chaos. Her eyes flitted around, taking in the plethora of curves, hard and ample, before doing a double take. Some of the crowd were getting really big - Too big. The biggest concern (literally) was the woman pleasuring Anya. Anya was long beyond any sane control, and she could not even see Ivan behind the horde of busty females surrounding where his kit had been (and presumably still was, because the sound of the drums still crashed over the music), so Janks knew she would have to try and do something herself. She also knew that she could not safely stop playing, but that they would all need to stop at the same time. The only way to do that would be to cut the power she supposed. She turned to move upstage, and walked into the beefiest man she had ever seen at any of their concerts. His eyes were a hazel, and showed no recognition, but only worship, and he kneeled, extending his hand towards her nethers. She gasped at his touch, but quickly remembered Anya’s fate and, bracing herself (as well as cursing the unfairness of having to be the compos mentis one), she ran fully up his big arms, noting the complete lack of dent she made. Once atop his shoulders, she ran down his back and leapt off, before dashing across the stage. As she dashed between beings attractive beyond her imagination, she was really grateful that she played using a cordless amp connector. She was also glad Anya was not watching when she was forced to powerslide between a pair of udders as big as she was, only to smack into the woman’s thick, sweaty culo. She’d never have lived that down, she considered, as she got up and limped towards the red curtains. Playing was difficult, what with all the dodging, all the while trying not be pulled too far into the music but still be aware enough to keep time and follow. Worst was the mental resistance she had to put up. Even without the rest of the members of The Muses present and playing, it would have been arduous. As she parted the curtain she found a man lying down, just behind it. She stopped for a moment, considering him. His growth was perhaps less exaggerated than some. Muscles were defined beneath an olive complexion, but he was not really all that cut. Particularly striking was a tattoo adorning his shoulder in a great, swirling tribal pattern. His dark hair was short and curly, like the light patch growing on his chest and trailing to his junk. She glanced up at his face, cautious, but did not see him stir. She looked down then at the junk, and though honestly he had stopped somewhere at the size of a small horse, she shivered at the tantalising prominence. The sheer abnormality of its size in comparison to the relatively realistic body was certainly turning her on. She considered it… and then was snapped out of it as she saw a dribble of cum leak from the end. She knew couldn’t make any pitstops with any hope of going on after. She closed the curtain and moved to head around it. She looked back before she went it, and her jaw dropped. ‘Raven’ now had Anya riding her finger, bucking like a child on a bronco. Anya’s legs couldn’t even get halfway around it now. To her horror, her eyes then noticed the light from the other end of the room, and realised that the rapidly swelling goddess of a woman had smashed through the reinforced soundproof door, and her ankles were now cracking the wall around it. Adding to the dismay was the entropic mass of pleasure that called to her, beckoned her to give in. High shrieks screamed with her pinched harmonics. Tits swayed larger and larger, with strawberry nipples the size of bowling balls aching for touch. Vast asses, chunky and muscular alike, thrust past the size of small vehicles. And last of all, cocks. The aching lump in her throat knew this was… These things wouldn’t have put out an eye. No, this phalanx would go straight through the ribs. Massive phalli gleamed, hard as steel and just as relentless, and the animal grunts of men and women alike thrummed all in time with the bass guitar, groaning. Muscles and soft curves shone under the lights and sparks from shorting machinery, sometimes in wonderfully excessive singularity, and others in superb conglomerations. The room was hunger, gigantic hunger being fed without a stomach. The need to feed her lust was blinding, and she staggered to climb the ladder up to the main circuitboard placed high above. When she passed a person she did it quietly now, and no one thought to force her – their music was not like that and there were plenty more partners if she did not wish their worship. Climbing up was a challenge. As well as being a little giddy on ladders, she was rather flighty in general right now. This was notwithstanding that somehow she had to play a seven string guitar while making the ascent. She turned around and climbed up with her back facing it, stepping up in time to the rhythm of the lick she was tapping. At first she tried closing her eyes, so as not to look at the ground, but it was even worse that way. She took a deep breath and continued up the rungs. Moans echoed in time to the music. She was amazed that Ivan still had room to play as she looked on. All about him, supremely female parts pressed in, eager for a share of his touch. Still, he was a slave to the beat now, and even if he wanted to knew he could not stop playing. While observing she had tackled three rungs. She realised that by concentrating on particular things she could distract herself enough to do this. She let herself fall into the reverie an ounce more, while around her figures gained pounds more. Raven, she saw, had begun to move Anya, and much of the band’s kit, backstage. She worried at this, thinking the wire might snap. There was nothing she could do. She breathed out and looked on. ‘My word,’ she thought, as she observed the lady. Her midnight locks streamed like a paddock along the floor, and all about her milled her fornicators. Another lady the size of a small bus was even now licking her out, and smaller figures with enormous proportions were all over her, pleasuring each other and her. One couple was fucking inside her belly button. The woman’s breasts… She had always had a thing about big breasts, having always wanted them herself. These mammoths were just… beyond description. They were just so absolutely colossal. In proportion to her body, they would at least have been in the MM cup range, if not more, and the strobes flashed all over them as they rose like mountains of dough. By no means was this lady the biggest in proportion, but the sheer scale of the woman was mind boggling. Anya seemed to becoming more insignificant by the moment, somewhere on the smallest finger of the woman’s hand. Raven let out ragged gasps, her chest heaving bigger and bigger with each one, like the rest of her. Several men had climbed atop her and she sucked them all off at once, relishing in the task. Suddenly, she came powerfully. The rungs of the ladder shook, and Janks, twelve rungs up, almost lost her balance, only holding on by wedging the horn of her axe on an upper rung. Anya was getting close to another release, and had stopped singing any words, save that occasional insistent moan for her fans to enlarge. The orgasm shaking the black haired superwoman continued for a full minute, and Janks could only watch as she shook more and more violently in her ululations. She began to worry about Anya as the giantess expanded further, the length of her body taking up almost the whole hall, end to end. Further towards the front of the hall, to the right of the giantess’ arm, an Asian girl floated increasingly higher, riding a wave of her own heavy tit. Her tits were actually bigger than the raven-haired woman’s. Janks was amazed. As she climbed the remaining rungs she caught a glimpse of the tit queen’s face. The girl bit down on her lip, crying out as she pushed out further and further. She seemed completely lost, shaking her blonde head back and forth, unable to handle the changes. For that matter, none of them could. The largest of the giantesses, for there were several fully fledged ones now, as well as some male ones (though these tended to be smaller but more heavily muscled), was beginning to writhe, shattering more of the structure as she twisted her body. Her legs tore through the walls as if through cardboard, rending the heavy soundproofing to dust. Janks knew there wasn’t long left, and it might already be too late to an extent. Her eyes swum as she continued trying to watch the raven beauty. The figure was so big it was giving her vertigo. As she approached the top she attempted to turn her attention elsewhere, browsing the various erogenous scenes. She noticed two giant men going full on doggy, and heard the dent each hand made as the huge man on top thrust into the other. She felt panties grow wet watching them. This startled her a little, but then, she was really turned on, and it hadn’t been that long since the op. She continued climbing, not paying attention to anything but what was transpiring below, taking in only the pure elation from the delicious cornucopia. ‘Holy…’ she thought, watching the men’s muscles as one brutalised the other’s anus. Both were moaning intensely, such that she could pick their voices out even among the others in the hall. One was tall with alabaster skin and short, golden hair, a true Aryan, iridescent and perfect with muscle. The other was pale too, but brown hair tumbled to the length of his shoulders. He was wider than his counterpart, though a little shorter. His bigger ass thrust back with a mighty force, taking in as much of the cock as possible. Both were sweating with fatigue, and still they carried on, carried away by the music. On the other side she saw a tall man standing, hands skyward, as he was licked by a harem of horny females. They varied in size and shape, but each worked to bestow pleasure on their master above, however possible. Several clung to his cock, heavy under the weight of their endowments, and would need to hold on tightly as he pulsed, leaking precum in satisfaction. The ones that could no longer reach him satisfied one another below. A girl whose hips and thighs had not altered to accommodate her bottom was rocking back and forth above a male. His shaved head buried itself in the fold of her ass as it reached the end of its arc. She had no doubt about where his cock was buried. A hand pulled her up and Janks found herself being kissed full on the lips. She was, for a moment, the very sound of the pinkness. His tongue moved over hers, teasing but eager to please, and confident of ability to do so. It was all too much for her poor cunt, and she felt her legs grow wet as she came. Suddenly a crash brought her back to earth, and she pulled away to see that the largest occupant, almost double the size since she had last looked, had pushed through the entire ceiling. All that was holding this place together was her rapidly swelling form as she pushed the rubble outwards. She made to move, and then pulled her hand away, shocked at finding it wrapped around and heartily jerking the man beside her off. In this time he had expanded dangerously, now over fifteen feet in height, and remained there on his knees, looking at her with vague expectation. She ran. The fuse box was just ahead of her, at the end of the platform. She looked left towards the crowd. Her eyes picked out masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, jobs she didn’t know names for, all the while growing in horniness, anticipation, and size. Concepts like finity were bunk. Above it all, however, she could still hear her own playing and that of the band. As she sprinted across the auditorium she considered that she must keep playing until she could not hear it through the speakers. They had to end in unison. Her own juices ran down her legs, reaching her ankles and making them slippery as she loped onward. No members of the audience at this point were capable in that space of doing anything separately, and now a hundred people were all now erotically connected. Well, a hundred and two, she thought, hearing Anya’s voice from somewhere off, accompanied by the mad slapping of her bass. Oh… she was so horny. Did she have to flick the switch, truly? Couldn’t she just let it happen? Her footsteps clattered on across the grating. She spied a dick like a fuselage. She stopped for a moment, and her playing slowed. She was only a couple of yards from the box. She tuned into the music a little more as another orgasm began to build. She imagined mounting that thing, its huge purple veins standing out hard, each alone enough to masturbate and come over. She wanted it… she wanted it all. And then she froze. She couldn’t hear Ivan anymore. She looked down, ignoring the terrible drop, and saw his congregation… They were massive now, with jugs like boats, undulating in a tempest above where he must be. Plenty could no longer stand, and fondled all within reach, including themselves. A lucky pair of girls had found each other, and fingered one another furiously. In another dark mass of T & A a spade like hand moved, tweaking two nipples as the music lulled for a moment. Ivan wasn’t playing. She began to panic. There was no more balance! And then, almost seamlessly, the beat picked up again. She looked down, standing stock still from sheer surprise. There it was, a throbbing boom, boom.  She risked a glance over the edge again and saw what might earlier have been considered bizarre. The women around were moving back and forth, and a crashing could be heard from the kit. Janks smiled. It wasn’t ideal, but they could go out with a bang. She stepped over to the machine and, taking one last glance at the palette of Rubenesque figures, she sighed and flicked the fuse. Her fingers, aching, slowed to a halt, blinking in the dark. She turned look down on the hall. It seemed the congregation were performing their own encore. Something struck her. A dusky light shone down over the hall, but she could hear a din too, and an odd light shone through the gaps created by Raven. Raven… she was almost, no she was bigger than the hall. Her legs had passed through the walls, and her shoulders had crumbled the upper corners. Luckily there was not room for her to lean back, or her bulk would have crumbled the entire side of the building. Her breasts were like vast chandeliers, twin blimps that had descended too far to the ground. All around the others continued. This sometimes happened, and it was no surprise that they were still caught up in the harmony. The noise, whatever it was became louder, and she looked up, as it dawned upon her what the sound was. Raven shifted, and she saw a face like the figure of Juno herself, holding a tiny figure aloft before her face. Beyond her she saw a bright light, and silhouetted behind it was a whirring disc. A helicopter… She squinted, and groaned, for once not from pleasure tonight. It was from the news! As she made out the letters, her brow knitted further into a concerned furrow. She bit her thumb, her mind racing as she looked around. There was no way they would be able to cover this up from a world viewed news station. Everyone would know who they were, and what it was they did. Questions would be asked, and the media as usual would misrepresent. How could they turn this to their favour? Screams of joy erupted below, and she noted with a slight pride that the aftereffects were still potent as a woman, two figures hanging from her breasts by their mouths, shot up from ten to just over twenty feet tall. Her hips expanded too, and she slid her hands over them as she raised her arms to give her lovers some support. She hugged them close in the afterglow. The aftereffects… she wondered how long the cameras had been there? Were they recording live, and more importantly, with microphones? It was pointless wondering. She saw the dark eyes twinkle, the hair cascading beautifully over her house sized breasts, and then she leaned forward, puckering and parting her lips ever so slightly towards her hand. The dim figure of Anya, lit up by the chopper lights, stood and leaned into the proffered kiss. Of course they had it live and with sound. It was not every day that a giant woman crashed through a ceiling in a busy metropolis. Well, it might be after today… She looked down at Ivan, sprawled atop his tit mistresses, a grin plastered across his concussed face, which they giggled and mirrored. At least the band had only played covers tonight. The world was definitely not ready for The Muses’ singles yet…