Cock On My Mind

Cock On My Mind

I picture your cock in my mind, growing. It’s pushing in the confines of your jeans, straining to get to my hand, just beyond the denim. As it hardens it unfurls, straightening as it becomes more rigid. It slowly rises, the shaft filling with heat, stretching out. The zipper on your fly straightens out as the beast tests the bars of its cage, rearing its head. Your dick’s thickening too into a fat, wide girth. But you’re still not hard enough. My fantasy isn’t a quick one. The pressure is still building in you, flowing down from your core and up from your balls as they clench, and your penis quivers now, as it extends, inch after inch into the world. A vein pulses, jacking the head up, and you swell larger and larger. Your dick knows I’m waiting for it, and it is almost as hungry for me as I am for it. Thinking of me makes it throb, and a dull ache turns you to rock. You haven’t touched it, and it feels a little uncomfortable. Your foreskin has pulled back a bit, and the head is being forced against the rough blue, tenting further. You want me. I imagine what it must feel like now, the incardanine glow a pulsation beneath my fingers, prising them apart as it reaches new proportions. It’s hard and completely unyielding, except to further expansion. Keep growing for me. My nipples pucker. I lick my lips now. My teeth have been digging into my lower lip, and my toes curl with the thoughts. I want to taste it. I want to push my mouth over your dick, and feel it grow in my mouth. Mamma’s hungry. It will fill my mouth and push my lips out into a big ‘O’. I’ll hold it like that, unable to take the whole thing, and look up at you, into your clouded eyes for a moment. Your hardness drives me wild. I’ll be so horny, eating your dick, relishing the slightly salty taste, and with each lick and bob of my head, I’ll try to take a little more, but there will be a little more of it; a losing battle. It’ll be almost, no it will become too big eventually, as I work your tool I’ll gag a little, but that’ll just make me go faster, pleasuring you more. I’ve held out from touching myself, but now I slip two fingers into my panties. I just wanted to get you hard, but now I don’t even care if you come, it’s so good. I wonder if you’ll push me down and stick it in me, forcing yourself through my already dripping labia and inside my pussy. It’s already warm and wet for you. You’ll have to do some expanding of your own to my cunt though, working at it, but it will still be a tight fit for such a big boy like you. But wait, I forget, you’re still there in your jeans. It never stopped engorging in my mind, you know. It’s huge now, enormous, monumental. I’m in your head, and some precum has stained your boxers and darkened the blue. You tower, iron hard and raw, with a quaking need for touch. You’ve never been this hard, never been this big. Oh stop, you’re making me feel all special. Well, on the other hand, you did say it was all just for me, and I’m feeling very greedy. So much so that, well, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like… Ah yes, you’re feeling it again. I didn’t need the surprised pleasure on your face to know it. I can see the front pushing further. It’s actually pushed down the zip a little, and a small glimpse of the prize is visible. My breathing is coming fast. So hot. If I were standing, my knees would be shaking, I’m so horny. Your sausage is packed, thick and juicy. Your balls are bigger too, two heavy pendulums filling out that delectable package. You’re hardening still now, as more dense, thudding flesh pours out from you. Will they rip? You are getting so big. So big I can hardly stand just thinking about it. I crave you. I want your cock, your cum! I’m so wet thinking about it, longing for its fulfilment. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not sure if this is ever going to stop. My fascination knows no bounds, but I think your trousers do.

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‘Coming’ Over

I’m knocking at your door. I’m standing out here in my coat, the long grey one. Can’t you hear me? I’ve got on my black, knee-length, high heeled boots. The water drops glisten on the polish. You must be able to. My dark hair is covered by the low hood, but it’s been blow-dried. Come on, open up. The dark wool is itching against my chest. I’m wearing nothing else, except for the shoes. My nipples ache, from more than just the cold. I’m listening through the letterbox. I can hear a fire crackling in the hearth. My lips are painted red, and they are hungering for you. I try not to bite down. I want to look good for you. For you. I’ve rung the bell too, even though I know it’s been bust for months. An old habit. I’m finding it hard to wait. My fingers have slipped between the buttons, slid down, and now they’re pressing there too, even though I know it won’t be enough. I need more, but several inches of solid wood are keeping me from yours. I hear a sound, and for a moment I’m hopeful… Your garden wall is low, and the neighbour’s washing blows in the gale, and she rushes to get it down. I don’t care. The goosebumps are spreading up from my socks, which only cover up till my knees. I shift, tightening the grip of my thighs, anticipative. I stand still now, looking into the still, white curtains behind the little glass panes. My breath steams. I sigh. Drip. I lean against the door. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need… I’ve banged on the door again. …I knead my breasts, standing now against the door frame. Home is where the heart is. Let me in. You know you want to. My eyes are smouldering within the black painted frames. A -picture of predilection. I shiver. Answer. The rain is coming down heavy, each drop thudding, each one touching an individual spot all over the surface of the driveway. Each sound is a sting while I remain pristine and unmarked. Why are you still reading this? Get your hand out of your pants and open the door. I’m waiting… 

The canteen was empty as Fleur walked through it, feeling her big new hips and tits press out against her leotard. The spaces between the chairs felt deliciously smaller, and her hips swayed in an unfamiliar way that excited her, as she felt her thighs and ass cheeks rub up and down against one another over and over with every step. 

As she moved, she felt the growth pressing out her cleavage, as her breasts bounced bigger with every step. The floor shook with the added weight of her curves, but also from the increase in her height. She now stood at just under eight feet tall, and she was stretching further by the second, her heightening only exceeded by the increasing exaggeration in her curvy proportions. She gained a full foot in height as well as in inches around her hips and bust by the time she had crossed the hall.

Soon she would arrive at the girls’ dorm, where she was going to fuck all of her classmates.

[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… 

A Not So Little Night Musing

Joan snuggled closer to Tom’s chest, easing herself into a more comfortable position while making sure not to wake him. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of lying beside him, just his bare skin against hers in the dark, still but for the sound of their still slightly ragged breathing. Tom was spent and had quickly fallen deeply asleep, though not forgetting to encircle her in his arms; the cosy little spoon. His chin rested just above her head, and the hairs on his shins tickled her feet. She turned to kiss him once more, and moved the fringe of her bob out of her eyes before settling down. She took care not to focus too much on the evening’s events, lest the savour keep her from sleeping. Still, it had been wonderful she thought to herself, stretching in contentment. After a little too much wine at the restaurant they had ambled five minutes late to the theatre. Apparently those few had been pivotal to the plot, as neither of them had been able to make head nor tail of the story, which only served to make it funnier for the tipsy couple. There had been quite a few stares in response to their sniggers when one of the heroines was murdered. The bus ride home had been all a rush, and the effort of walking had left her memory a little vague. Joan could, however, recall vividly the passion of the last hour. She felt a tingle and cursed quietly under her breath. She had told herself not to do this again. Too late now… she put one finger, and then another, into her already surprisingly damp slit, and began to curl them heavily but slowly, still conscious of her boyfriend sleeping beside her. She wouldn’t give Tom the satisfaction of knowing she was masturbating to him.

Keeping her breathing low, she slowly shifted her elbow out from under his arm. She watched him as she slowly rotated her forearm, all the while still stroking her inside, and gently sucked on her fingers. She shook her head to rest her curls behind an ebony shoulder. Her libido loomed with lewd thoughts, making shrewdness difficult. Her breathing increased - she couldn’t help it, and she closed her eyes as she imagined she was sucking Tom’s thick, juicy cock. She curled her toes at the sensation as her feet brushed the ends of his. It had been so wild, and they still hadn’t even moved the bed back against the wall. It was shoved up against the dresser, the better for Tom to push against the wall with his feet while the bed and her cunt were trapped and his for the taking. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down her, pooling in the burgeon of her dark cleavage. He was so hard, and as his muscles strained, pushing him further and further into her, he grunted like some ravenous animal, his blood pumping – all into his dick, which seemed to get bigger and bigger and harder and harder by the second. Her hand now moved down from within one set of lips to just above another, wetter and slicker, and the fingers began to rub her already engorged clit. She craned her neck back, her head beside his on the pillow. She imagined his cock becoming erect, and spread her fingers a little in simulation which felt surprisingly good. Joan was shivering slightly, straining not to move, as Tom behind her lay, his heavy arm across her. As she breathed her chest rose and fell, her nipples brushing between his fingers a little more with each rapid rise and fall, lifting Tom’s arm with greater and greater force. Despite how furiously Tom pumped, his stamina had not lessened, and continued fucking her, sliding his dick out and shoving it back in with an alacrity and reckless abandon she could only ever have fantasised about before… as she did again now, her fingers moving more quickly inside and out of her between her crossed legs, her upper calves nestled beside his feet. She began to give little intermittent bucks, unable to stop herself from moving, as much as she did not want to wake the sleeper beside her. She had had to make him stop, it was too much. He thought he was hurting her, and when he pulled out, concern on his face, she had bowled him over and seized his manhood. Oh God, was she being too loud? She had then determinedly started to blow him, her hands working over his junk to enhance the pleasure, and unexpectedly found that he had had even more to give, his dick growing harder and more augmented, stretching her jaw to aching as she tongued and moved her head back and forth ferociously. She bit her lip and to hold back a moan She planned to make this cock hers, and she was so hungry… He could scarcely concentrate on her tits, and though they strained for his touch his inability to do even that was a turn on in itself. His hand now rested on the breast closest too him, and her nipple practically pulsed beside the twin peak of his thumb. When she could suck no more and was forced to admit defeat, she released him and watched as his hips continued to convulse in the air, before she ordered him back inside her and to fuck her until she broke or he came. Joan had never before let Tom come in her. She was never sure why, though she had made several excuses before. They weren’t unfounded, of course she didn’t want to get pregnant, and when they were first dating she wanted him to get checked out just in case. However, they had taken every precaution, and whatever was left of those small inhibitions was blown to incinerating oblivion by a single, aching, urgent need. The bed felt uncomfortable, and there just didn’t seem to be room for subterfuge when you were so horny. She felt a wave of pleasure overcome her as she worked a little faster, and fell to the sensation. Her dark locks tickled her sultry, flaring hips, and she shivered, flaring Tom several inches to the other side of the bed. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fill her, to fill her up. She wanted to finally feel his cock swell, harder and bigger than she had ever felt before and explode inside her. Her moans became louder as he began thrusting again, her legs around him, drawing every delicious inch of him into her like a vice. She was absorbed by the fantasy, and only a shred of propriety kept any attempt at silence. Her chest surged, muscle memory piqued from Tom’s unintentional caresses, and pressed out further. Considering how much he was clearly turned on by her urging – a mantra of dirty talk, gasping that she wanted him to come for her, to fill her up with his hot seed, that she wanted to feel him get enormous as he blew his load into her, and every other dirty term that came to her he actually took longer than she expected. Her rubbing now reached a frantic speed and she let out soft whimpers as she felt waves of pleasure begin to course through her. She did not stop, and neither did her growth as her feet slipped off the end of the bed and hung above the floor. Neither had he stopped then. His pounding ministrations made her feel like she would go off at any second, but she held herself back from the edge, and all the while her pleasure mounted, higher and higher, ready to break over her like a cataclysm. She could feel something similar happening from inside his member. Her hand pressed a forcefully against the head of the bed, and a quiet splintering could be heard creaking. He pushed more forcefully than before, and her pussy somehow continued to take his entire, still-swelling trunk that seemed be trying to split her in two, more eagerly still than before. Every push of his was getting them closer and closer to a finale, but she didn’t know if she could hold out. Her ass bucked on the mattress, filling out along with the rest of her curves. She was becoming more of a giant hourglass by the second, and was completely unaware, even at this accelerated stage of her expansion. Even now, as her fingers twirled, curled, pulled, and tugged, she wondered if she would get to the end of the memory. She allowed her breathing to increase, and her chest rubbed up and down beneath Tom’s hand, which was again upon her breast after the last bit of growth, faster than before, pleasuring her nipples. Her eyes were still shut and her mouth was open, crying out almost silently as she played with herself in horny, hot desperation. Her back arched, gargantuan, and she felt her juices gush out of her, wetting the sheet below her. Tom stirred, and the nervous excitement of almost waking him did nothing but heighten her ecstasy. Oh, it felt so good she thought she thought as she unconsciously continued to stretch, well past nine feet. Even now, she could still recall the moment… It was going to happen, she could feel it. She couldn’t get any wetter, she surely couldn’t take any more. Yet still it held off, and moments stretched, like the sides of her sex, as ever more of this mammoth creature continued to force itself upon and into her. Then he bit down hard on to her nipple, and she cried out in pleasure, but then her scream reached new heights as she felt him finally explode inside her. It was indescribable, it felt so good. Most of her legs were hanging off the bed, and her left arm was no longer on the bed, but still she continued to fuck herself. She felt so tight, he felt so big, huge, gigantic, as the head of his penis expanded and fired wad after wad in a seemingly endless torrent of hot, white cum inside her. A sudden spasm sent her into the twelve foot mark. After a moment, she realised it was still going and time had not in fact stood still, and this cannon-like python was still spewing more and more into her. He really was doing it – filling her. She felt a rush from inside her meeting his as she too came for all she was worth. She was close now, so very close, as she arched her back towards the room ceiling, her efforts at subtlety almost shredded like the tattered nightgown strewn beneath her as the thrill coursed through her entire body, pushing outwards. It wouldn’t end, and she kept on crying out in pleasure- Stretch …it felt so exquisite, so magical, until she felt the- A throaty moan escaped her, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, brushing the ceiling with her hand …hot liquid began to spill down her legs as there seemed to be no more room in her cunt. She squealed and he groaned, both shuddering in ecstasy that was overcoming. She felt it now, almost upon her. She loomed, huge enough to be sitting along the entire length of the bed, her lower thighs and legs hanging off the edge and her shoulders touching the ceiling. Tom had pushed and pushed, driven on in a spasm of primordial instinct, till he had no more to give and beyond, thrusting into her splashing wet cunt. Even now the bed was getting really soaked for a second time, and for the first time it occurred to her that her own juices were rapidly seeping closer to him, whom she was unaware but was now lying prostrate on her. He rolled, and his arm tugged her fingers jostling her out of rhythm. Her hands scrabbled to get back into place and resume their work, but she was too sensitive and too clumsy with the shock to properly do anything. She could not stop, it wasn’t enough. She moved, pushing Tom’s legs apart and pressing his whole dick into her mouth. Hardness overcame him, and they both opened their eyes.