“Dammit, where is she?” Ann groaned, dodging yet another
salaryman on his phone. “It’s hot out here, I was expecting to
have made it to Kichijoji by… what the hell?”
Shading her eyes with her hand, Ann gasped as the rest of the Phantom
Thief girls followed her gaze a fair few blocks down. The odd sounds
from that direction had at first been muffled by the din of traveling
passersby, but the groan of collapsing brick met them.
“What is that? Oh goodness, is Futaba okay?!” Haru exclaimed,
putting a hand to her cheek as fear crept into her.
“She’s… she’s fine!” Makoto said, realizing she needed to
be a leader. “We just need to… Holy shit.”
Like Godzilla rearing out of the ocean, from betwixt the midsized
business buildings from which the blast erupted, the orange mop of
hair began to peek out. Growing and growing, eventually the pale skin
of an utterly massive forehead followed it, and then glasses.
Familiar glasses.
Futaba was right there, waddling out into the street in a half squat,
thighs bent like a penguin's as one hand continuously rubbed the
interior of her overflowing labia, while another sought out all
manner of objects to stuff into its elastic depths, from uprooted
mailboxes and telephone poles to cars and people.
“Yeah,” Futaba grunted as she chewed on her lip, her face
flustered yet unashamed. Her glasses seemed to be the only things
that grew with her, and they were fogging up from perspiration
already. “K-k-keep it coming!”
Her masturbating suddenly increased in speed as she shoveled in a
handful of fleeing girls screaming in horror before mashing them all
in and locking them with her slit with both hands, expertly massaging
the sensitive walls as ever more lubricating ejaculate dripped
downward
“OHHHHNNNNGGGGG!!!” Futaba’s peerless orgasm was again
accompanied by the constriction of her inner vaginal walls as the
crushed remains of the girls were nowhere to be seen aside from the
reddish remains that mingled with her residue that coated the street.
Whatever was left seemed to have been sucked inside and absorbed. To
what end, nobody could know, but this stunt was followed
immediately by Futaba growing another story.
“Whoa, whoa!” Futaba yelled out, slipping on the now slick
surface of the city street and planting front-first upon the asphalt.
Righting herself, the abandoned cars she planted her hands upon
crumpled and compressed flatter and flatter. Shaking her head from
the blow, Futaba saw stars and ambulance lights before her eyes
alighted upon none other than –
“Guys?!”
The voice boomed throughout all of Shibuya, but Ann, Makoto, and Haru
knew all too well and with cold fear that Futaba was addressing them.
“I thought I lost you!” Futaba yelled out, for once taking a
break from the constant jacking off in order to crawl along through
the street, plowing through cars and people before she reached where
the three young women were standing in shell-shocked terror. “Sorry
about slipping away, I guess. But, I mean, hey! Check me out, right?”
Futaba stood up, each bare footstep a quake, and spread her arms as
her sweaty, perpetual afterglow stood as a monument to the entire
city while also giving the news copters the clearest view of the
monster that had been on an orgasmic rampage for the past twenty
minutes.
“Futaba… what… how… what?!” Makoto was for once at a loss
for words, dropping her own purse as she took a step back from
Futaba’s toes.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think we need to get you to, like, a hospital!” Ann screamed,
as it was getting harder for their little voices to carry up to
Futaba’s face through the din of chaos and crying and car crashes.
“They’ll be able to fix you?”
“Fix me? Fix me?” Futaba peered down at her former
comrades with confused irritation. “Why would I want that?”
“Futaba… you have a problem,” Makoto attempted to
stress. “You… you’re… you’ve been –”
“You’re killing people!” Haru pointed out vehemently
before covering her mouth as her legs quivered.
Futaba’s eyes flashed, and her face became red as her posture
drooped. She tapped one foot on top of the other, even as the
waterfall of ejaculate slowed to a mere garden hose.
“I… I guess. Maybe… you guys might be…”
Futaba’s gradual growth was starting to slow. Whereas her nose was
now roughly higher than the roofs of the tallest buildings on the
avenue, the expansion appeared to be undergoing an exponential
decrease in efficacy.
“Thank you, Futaba, … Now, we need –”
“You might be… exactly what I thought you were before…”
Futaba’s teeth showed, but she was not smiling. “A bunch of
prissy, meddling brats!”
To punctuate this, Futaba stomped her foot, sending the group of them
to the ground as her face turned red. Crouching once again, Futaba
brought her eyes down to their level as they tried to regain their
footing, staring at Makoto and Ann and Haru with the utmost
prejudice.
“You guys have been limiting me! Holding me back! Trying to,
at least. Well, no… longer!”
A stretchy, elastic groaning escaped Futaba’s expanding dermis as
she shot up in height a few feet, now squatting down even closer to
the ground to peer at her disturbed friends.
“Well, well, well… I was always the small one around you three
prudes! But now… I get to be big for a change. And I’m liking it
more and more with every…” Futaba’s spiel paused as her face
twisted in frustration, as though there were an itch on the inside of
her brain that she couldn’t feasibly scratched. Within her was a
need that talking couldn’t fulfill.
“Oh god,” Ann said before Futaba’s hand gripped her in a vise.
“Ann!” Makoto and Haru screamed out in unison as Ann – only
exposed by her head – belted herself hoarse.
“FUTABA, PUT ME DOWN!! STOP THIS!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO
ME?! YOU HAVE TO STO –”
“Dildos… don’t… talk,” Futaba said, easily sliding Ann deep
into her warm and inviting cavern of her vagina. Of course, the
sexual organs undulations and constrictions made it anything but, and
closer to a horror ride through the world’s most aromatic water
slide. Ann’s kicking feet stopped in their kicks mere moments after
the demoralizing cracks and pops settled in. It was easy to suck up
the remains once that had happened, an action that caused Futaba to
shoot up yet another several feet. It was now near impossible for the
girls to jump up to reach Futaba’s gaping clit while she was
squatting.
Makoto and Haru stared at their former friend’s hungry eyes for a
moment, searching for a semblance of humanity in those bright
crystalline amber eyes. It was a moment during which the giantess
snatched a far more terrified Haru in her grip, prompting an
increasingly existentially terrified Makoto to simply book it as far
down the street as possible.
“Oh no you don’t!” Futaba growled, still holding Haru’s
pounding form in one clenched fist, trying in near-vain to navigate
down the road without tumbling face first onto the remains of one of
the abandoned gridlocked cars.
“Gonna, have to…” Futaba grunted, straining as she pulled her
heavy body up to height and stretched. “Ahhhh, that’s a lot
better! Now… there you are!”
Futaba’s eyes deadlocked onto Makoto, squeezing through a pair of
adrift vehicles and attempting to dart into an alley just a few paces
away.
“Come… back here!” Futaba yelled out as she reached for
Makoto, stepping bare onto the roofs of several cars at once, her
massive feet easily able to bridge the distance.
“Whoa’p!” Futaba eeked out, tripping and falling chest first
onto an incredulous, screaming Makoto.
SPLAT!!!
Futaba picked herself up from the fall, feeling icky as her precum
and ejaculate now coated a good half of her face, in addition to the
bloodred outline of her former friend coating the inner crack of her
underdeveloped breasts.
“Damn, what a way to go out,” Futaba thought candidly.
Opening her clenched hand, Futaba saw Haru, in a submissive, fetal
position, glimpse up at Futaba with the utmost fear in her eyes,
shaking, jittering like a cornered animal.
“Eh,” Futaba said before tossing the protesting Haru into her
mouth, chomping down and quickly silencing the exclamations of the
heiress. Futaba breathed out a decadent sigh before she returned to
the ground, lying flat on her back as she returned her hands to
resume doing the one thing she now realized she was meant to
do.
Futaba felt like she was glowing. Somehow, the reality she had just
eviscerated her only female friends took a backseat to her Sisyphean
quest to achieve the absolute max in sexual pleasure, and as her
body's expansion progressed further and further at a catastrophic
rate, scraping up metric tons of concrete, washing away ever move
vehicles in the endless tide of her carnal pleasures, and assuredly
steamrolling people, pets, and businesses in her wake as her growth
expanded exponentially fast. Her boulder-sized droplets of sweat were
becoming ponds, dripping off her exerting body and drowning those
closest in their salty depths. Stray hair follicles were death
sentences, slicing down the monuments of human creation before they
simply lay around her petite head like the felled trunks of mighty
redwoods, entangling those who survived forever more in their crimson
allure. Her skin and body, from the top of her forehead to the tips
of her toes, all grew from statuesque and titanesque to utterly
mountainesque, an unthinking twitch of any part of her body now
enough to wipe any city off the map. Had Futaba’s eyes been open,
she would have seen the surface of the horizon curving and curving,
the world gradually becoming smaller and smaller. Had her ears been
focused, she would’ve heard the despairing shrieks of a populace
that was realizing slowly that its time was at an end, and it would
soon be drowned in the apocalyptic haze that made up Futaba’s
unique biochemical signature of odors and ejectants.
But even as all of Japan became nothing but a mattress for the NEET
girl goddess, nothing was able to pierce the dreaded trumpet that was
Futaba’s world-ending orgasm.
***
“Ugh… what…?”
Futaba’s eyes were sore and crusty, a fact that became apparent
when she tried to force them open.
She was greeted by a world that wobbled, but slowly. It took a moment
for Futaba to realize she was currently laying on a hefty chunk of
wooden board, at sea.
A very viscous, goopy sea, but a sea nevertheless, for the befuddled
Futaba could see nothing but the thick translucent marshes for as far
as her nearsighted vision could discern.
“Huh…”
Futaba tried to remember what had happened, and it began to come back
to her, first in dislocated bits and pieces, then in chunks, then
chapters.
She was currently normal-sized, was what Futaba understood now
intuitively. Meaning either she had shrunk back down after having the
best orgasm of her life… or she had dreamed the entire
episode.
That wouldn’t explain her current location though. When Futaba
dipped her arm beneath the fluid, it came back drenched in pure
sticky stuff, and its sweet aroma was unmistakable. Familiar. And
addictive.
She had a whole ocean of it, the collection of her release, all
gathered up at the deepest basin formed from the motion of her body
as it ground the entire continent of Asia into a marshy wasteland.
Whatever was left had been completely covered in the goop, taking the
billions of people along with it.
Absent-mindedly, the thought of this caused Futaba to reach her hand
once again to her bare crotch, and the moment she touched herself
there, a shock went through her body.
It expanded, slightly, and rocked her raft.
Futaba looked down at herself and smiled. Already she was pushing her
eviscerated teammates out of her mind, the expelled remains of all
three of them surely coating her body still in some way. Clearly,
thought Futaba, if the world was still in existence, she still had a
job to do.