Howdy folks;
So I was
commissioned! A real gent reached out and expressed his appreciation
of my writing and, in turn, funded this story for your reading
pleasure.
For some context, I was tasked with expanding a
writing.com interactive story, and so this chapter already hits the
ground running. You can read up here: (https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1986056-Fun-with-a-Size-Ray/map/1151121122) but I'll also summarize it if
you'd rather get right into the action:
You receive a
mysterious package in the mail, which turned out to be a functioning
size ray. After some shenanigans, you are suddenly disturbed by your
well built, but real bitch of a landlady, Andrea. The busty blonde
wants her rent money, and you think you have the upper hand with your
new toy. Alas, a mistake leads to you being shrunk, Andrea torturing
you with her breasts until you spill the beans on the size ray, and
the evil landlady taking it herself for some skyscraper sized antics.
~ ~ ~
Andrea held the device in her hands,
scrutinizing it and imagining the possibilities... All her adult
life, she'd used her figure to get what she wanted as men bent over
backwards to appease her, just for the slightest chance that she'd
show them a little more of it. Her mind went wild as she fiddled with
the controls of the ray; the question wasn't what she'd do when she
made herself as big as she always knew she should be, but what to do
first. 'Fuck', she thought to herself, 'I'm going to be...'
“...
Enormous.” she said aloud, unable to contain herself at the
thought, idly tracing her fingers over one huge breast.
You
watched in horror from the floor as the already monolithic woman
grinned a devious smile, barely visible over the cusp of her bust,
locking in the settings of the device. Every cell of your body was
screaming at you to flee but you knew it would be pointless. She
wasn't even going to wait to get outside first, and you were never
going to find safety before she grew.
Andrea barely even
acknowledged you as she pointed the gun square at her own chest, the
creamy swell of her huge breasts on full display from her earlier
toying with you. She paused for a moment, seemingly remembering you
existed, to smirk down at you.
“Well pipsqueak, it's been
fun. Ready for the show to start?”
You howled back in
protest, realizing this was your last chance to convince her
otherwise. Her grin only seemed to widen, watching your diminutive
figure frantically flail and shout.
“Even if I could hear
you from up here, there's nothing you could say to stop me. Now the
world is going to see me how I was always meant to be.
Toodles...”
Defeated, you collapsed to the floor. Even on
your back, the giant bitch and the tits you always fantasized about
filled your view. As the size ray lit up, blasting the busty form of
your once landlady, Andrea cackled in glee and dropped to all fours.
She locked eyes with you one last time, taking a deep breath and
pushing out her already generous chest to biblical proportions of tit
on display. Her clothes started to tear at the seams as she grew
larger, the ripping of the fabric only highlighting the rate of her
growth.
'I guess there's worse ways to go.' you managed to
think to yourself as one of her growing breasts slammed down on top
of you.
~ ~ ~
“God, will you shut the fuck up?”
shouted the man in the apartment above, stamping his feet against the
floor, fruitlessly trying to drown out the giddy laughter from the
apartment below. “I'm trying to watch TV up here, for fucks
sake!”
As Edward continued to bang his foot against the
floor, the sound of the laughing only seemed to get closer, and...
louder. It also sounded sort of, familiar? “Is that, the
landlady..?”
His answer came swiftly, following the sound
of stressed timber as Andrea's growing figure pressed against the
confines of the apartment. Edward got out of his chair as the floor
rumbled below him, but too late. With a cacophony of cracks and
crunches, Edward lost his footing as the floor became an ocean of
splinters, and fell backward as Andrea's head popped up through the
floor.
Andrea's eyes focused on her new surroundings as she
continued to grow, slowly filling up the space in the apartment
above. Her gigantic, smiling face narrowed it's gaze at the
bewildered Edward, who scrambled backwards to retreat from it. Even
as he did so, he realized the floor was unstable, the broken pieces
seemingly floating on a wobbly support beneath.
“Ah, Mr.
O'Connor! You'll be pleased to know I won't need to collect your rent
this month!” Andrea spoke, the power of her enlarged voice making
Edward wince from the volume. Not knowing what else to do and trying
to make heads or tails of the bizarre situation he found himself in,
he responded.
“Y- you won't? That's... good..?” said Mr.
O'Connor, losing his footing once more as he tried to stand atop the
ruined pieces of floor that bounced and slid as he shifted his weight
around. 'What the hell is going on... It's like trying to stand on a
water bed?' he thought to himself.
“Yes, as you can see Mr.
O'Connor, recent developments have made me realize I've outgrown my
position as your landlady.” She smirked again at the bluntness of
her rather obvious joke, feeling the top of her head press against
the ceiling as she continued to grow. “And quite frankly I was
tired of chasing you down for it.”
“That's... good
then... So I'm uh... Free to go?” said Edward as he finally found
stable enough ground on the jiggling sea of splinters and stood up,
trying to gauge the distance between his position and the door out of
the apartment.
“Oh, and miss what happens... Next?”
Andrea said, feeling the strain in her neck as her body continued to
press upward against the ceiling, and with a crack, pushed her head
through the support beams, feeling them break against her
pressure.
Edward had seen enough. Gauging the jump to the
most stable looking part of the fractured floor, he tried to leap,
but Andrea's steady growth displaced more of the lumber even as he
made his move, and Edward found himself slipping down as the boards
suddenly turned vertical. He screamed as the sounds of destruction
around him intermingled with Andrea's laughs as she continued to look
down at him from the hole she'd punched out in the ceiling above. All
too late, he at last realized why the floor had been so unstable.
Andrea's massive rack had been the only thing keeping it up. The
entire time he'd been standing on the expanse of her chest, hidden
only by the splintering wood of the floor, and now he was being swept
into the canyon of her cleavage as she continued to
expand.
Andrea's arms were still pinned at her sides, but she
knew it wouldn't be long now before she broke free. She watched with
great amusement as the ever tinier man reached for any handhold he
could find, as the swelling mass of her breasts swallowed up more and
more of his apartment. He howled in terror as she felt his tiny
slaps, fingers failing to find purchase against the warm and silky
mass of her favorite assets. As her arms continued to press inwards,
she watched as he was consumed in girlflesh, his final sounds a
pathetic gasp for air as she squeezed him between her monsters,
crushing him as easily as she crushed the support beams that made up
his floor.
'This is bliss... This is what I was made for...'
Andrea thought, pressing against the weakening walls that could no
longer hold her, 'and it's just the beginning...'
~ ~ ~
The
tribulation of the apartment building had not gone unnoticed at
street level. Crowds gathered as the structure bent and broke, and
with a crash, Andrea at last grew large enough to break the structure
like so much particle board. The shocked people below screamed as the
dust cleared, and before them stood the impossibly huge and
curvaceous figure of the nude Andrea. She opened her eyes, shaking
the dust of drywall and splinters off her body, taking great pleasure
in the sensation of the impossible weight of her breasts causing them
to take a jiggling rhythm all their own.
The gargantuan woman
continued to grow, the sensation of her growth fueling her lust as
she watched the tiny pedestrians continue to shrink before her. Some
began to run. Some just stared in awe. It didn't matter to her
whether they stood their ground or fled, they were ants to her, and
she was in a playful mood. Her giggle vibrated windows for several
blocks, and dropping to her knees, she watched as her audience
bounced from the impact. Her legs began to steamroll the surrounding
structures as she just kept growing, passing 100 feet, 200 feet...
Andrea drank it all in, sitting back on the thickness of her ass. She
never heard the shrieks of the people behind her as their sky was
blotted out by her descending mass, crushed flat beneath her as she
wiggled her cheeks to get comfortable. Still, she continued to grow,
300 feet, 400... It seemed like it would never stop. Then she saw
them.
The media had been quick to react to reports of
destruction at the whims of a giant woman, and even now the news
choppers were fast approaching. From her elevated height she had no
trouble spotting them on their flight path towards her, and eager to
show off her new found power, she welcomed them to come film all they
liked. As they began to orbit her, she spread her legs, her feet
plowing through the smaller structures without resistance, and began
to play with herself. Her lustful moan echoed throughout the city,
playing with her dripping wet pussy, as she reclined backwards,
making a cushion of the entire block. Her left hand rose up, gripping
as much of the heavy mass of her tit as she could, relishing in the
sensation of twisting and pinching her nipple. 'My tits are so big
they have a body count...' she gasped, thinking about just how big
she was, 'and I'm still growing...'
Past 600 feet, 700 feet,
her enormous figure continued to expand. The choppers continued to
swirl around her, daring to get closer for a better shot of Andrea
pleasuring herself. Suddenly the viewers at home watched as Andrea
locked eyes with the camera of one of the gnat sized aircraft, and
swiftly, yet gently, she brought up her pussy toying hand, using the
wetness of her play to ensnare the chopper. She smirked, bringing the
chopper up over the canyon of her cleavage.
“Don't stop
filming now boys... I want everyone to see this.”
Andrea
used just enough care to wipe her finger off on the base of her
chest, between her heaving breasts, to ensure the chopper wasn't
outright destroyed. Rattled, the crew hung on for dear life as the
goddess smeared the residual wetness on her fingers between her
boobs, and the chopper settled in it. The camera crew kept filming,
pointing it straight up at her sneering face.
“Careful
boys, the last guy I let down there got lost in them... I'm a big
girl, and if you can't handle some dangerous curves...” Andrea
said, pushing her forearms together. The helicopter crew screamed as
the giant breasts began to close in on them, casting them into their
shadow as the giant bitch lewdly put on her show. “Better stay off
the road!” she cackled, and with a sudden press from her arms,
brought her tits together with a slam. The sensation was unreal. That
little shit she'd crushed under her tit, and Edward between them,
were nothing compared to the feeling of slamming her big breasts
together and flattening an entire helicopter like a bug, knowing the
entire thing had been broadcast live to every television in the
country. She moaned, bringing up her hands to squeeze her tits.
They'd always been sensitive and she'd always known she was big, but
this power was what she'd always dreamed of. Every man who had ever
bought her a drink, or tried to impress her by opening a door for
her, would fit in one of her bra cups now. She smirked. “If they
even make one in my size now...” she said to herself, rolling over
to have some more fun.
~ ~ ~
The crowds scattered as
the impossibly huge woman passed 800 feet, 900 feet... and she began
to turn over. Thousands of people fled houses to get into their cars,
or just run for it down the street away from her, but she would not
be denied her fun. Cast in her shadow, they were hurled into the air
as her hands pressed down, making contact with the earth, and she
loomed over the highway. She took a brief moment to appreciate the
scene; the longest highway in the country running below her, between
her legs. The stream of colorful cars as traffic desperately tried to
escape her, and she smiled.
Replicating the same motion she used to flatten that little shit in his own apartment, Andrea lowered herself towards the screaming populace below, arcing her body so her left tit would come down on the roadway. She cooed as the unfathomable mass of her breast made contact, and for the briefest moment, felt the sensations of the cool metal of the cars, and panicked motions of the mite sized pedestrians beneath her sensitive tit. But it was not to last.
Andrea continued to apply more weight,
and with a deafening crunch as monolithic titflesh bore down on the
highway, she flattened them all beneath her. She held it there for a
moment, wondering to herself how many people she had just crushed
under her big tit, relishing in her new reality. Her swollen nipple
alone had crushed a swath of vehicles as it hardened with her play.
She let more of her weight descend, and the people previously spared
screamed as her tit rolled over them effortlessly, squishing them so
easily she wouldn't have known it was happening if she hadn't been
focusing on the sensation. As she lifted her colossal boob up to
inspect her handiwork, Andrea laughed, seeing the rainbow of paint
jobs of the flattened cars that clung to her breast. Countless wrecks
like bits of glitter, sticking to her tit like she'd dressed it up
for a strip show. As she topped out at 1000 feet, she squeezed her
tit playfully, grinding the last of the wreckage to powder as she
pinched her nipple playfully, sighing her pleasure for the world to
hear.
'But still, there was unfinished business to wrap up',
Andrea thought, turning her lusty gaze to downtown, to the only
buildings that dared challenge her height.
“Oh Mr.
Baxter...” said Andrea, standing up to her full height, causing the
orbiting news choppers to tumble as they were buffeted by the sudden
gusts of wind from her movement. “I think we need to have a little
word about a certain position I didn't get...”
Across the
river dividing downtown from the suburbs, a very distressed CEO felt
a chill up his spine watching the news from his penthouse office.
~
~ ~
Andrea sauntered towards the downtown core, crushing city
block after city block beneath her as she sensually rocked her hips
for maximum effect. Every foot fall caused untold devastation below,
but the news choppers continued to circle her, capturing every
moment, and every intoxicating jiggle of her colossal figure. Andrea,
as self centered as she was, adored the attention. She was used to
being eyed up for her figure, but this was a feeling beyond that.
Every now and then, she'd stop to pose for the cameras, lifting up
her enormous breasts, squeezing them together temptingly as she bit
her lip seductively, pinching her nipples with a lusty moan as she
gave the helicopters a little wink, before resuming her rampage
towards downtown. She had some business to settle, and Mr. Baxter
wouldn't be able to call HR to get out of this one.
It took
her only minutes to cross the gap to her target, the tallest office
building in the downtown core. Her old job! She beamed a gigantic
smile, noticing the building came up slightly short of her chest. And
lo and behold... Could it be...
“Oh, Mr. Baxter, leaving so
soon?” she said, spotting the ant of a man as he sprinted towards
the rooftop helicopter. He'd evidently made sure to be the first one
out of the building, as the rest of the staff trailed behind him on
their mad dash to perceived safety. “But we have so much to talk
about!”
Mr. Baxter had apparently decided they had nothing
to talk about, as he ignored her as best her could, running for his
life up the stairs to the helipad. Just as he crested it, suddenly
two massive fingers came down, pinching the helicopter between them.
Effortlessly they lifted up his last chance to survive up and away to
her scrutinizing gaze. She squinted at it.
“You know, I
always expected one day I'd have company helicopter benefits...”
she said, letting the half crushed aircraft roll out of her fingers.
Mr. Baxter watched in horror as it fell down, deep into her cleavage
above. Even the crash of a helicopter couldn't be heard, so far away
and so muffling was sheer mass of her tits. She giggled, once again
pressing her breasts together with a nudge of her forearms, ensuring
the helicopter and her crew were completely annihilated. “But I
think I've outgrown the position, don't you think?”
If
Baxter said anything, she didn't hear it. But she wasn't quite done
with him yet. Licking her finger, Andrea sent the massive digit down
towards her target. He tried to run, but Andrea deftly slammed her
finger down just in front of him, sending him tumbling into the
saliva sticky tip. He almost passed out from the gravitational force,
as Andrea lifted up her left tit with one hand, licking her nipple to
get it nice and wet. She cooed as the wind chilled her slicked up
nipple, and Baxter screamed as it swelled up in anticipation of it's
new passenger. Andrea gently wiped onto the surface of her nipple,
and little Baxter was stuck fast against it, feeling every thump of
her heartbeat through the massive breast. Andrea chuckled, causing
her breasts to bounce, and even being stuck fast with her spit,
Baxter screamed at the 600+ft drop were he to fall.
“What
do you think little man, reconsidering letting me go now? Let's see
what the rest of my old colleagues think!”
Andrea leaned
forward, letting Baxter get a good look at what she was about to do.
The panicked crowds atop the sad excuse for a skyscraper looked back
up at him, as her hand lifted up her massive mammaries from below.
Baxter realized what she was about to do, and closed his
eyes...
With a single, casual motion, Andrea had hefted up
the mass of her tits above the roof of the building, and simply by
sliding out her hand from beneath them, let them drop. Baxter made
first contact, the tip of her nipple slamming down with the full
weight of her 17,000 ton breast behind it. He was instantly smashed
into nothing as the rest of her tit followed, crushing the remaining
staff who had come to the roof hoping to escape via helicopter as
well. As both of her breasts crashed down the top floor of the
building immediately crunched downward below the weight of the
impact, bringing down the top 4 floors along with it. Andrea cackled,
feeling the building crush under the weight of her tits, as the
structure groaned. The foundation couldn't take the weight of her
breasts, and began to give way, collapsing as the entire structure
fell to the ground, completely destroyed by Andrea's monolithic bust.
Andrea had never felt so powerful.
Lording her status as landlady over worthless deadbeats seemed like
such a distant past, and yet it had only been an hour ago she was as
small as the little man she'd just pulverized under her
nipple.
But, pondered the author, what had become of the size
ray that enabled her power fantasy to come to life? Had it grown
along with her, or was it still somewhere in the rubble of the
apartment?