Chapter Eight:
Justin
Not every one on
this island was useless. The two men, John and Mawwa, who helped me
face the hoarders along with Jim had come to the same conclusion as
me. Escape was our best bet. They were helping me build boats. Them
and my wife Samantha. She pulled up trees with her bare hands and cut
them into logs with her finger nails. While the other men and I
lashed them together with vines.
We had two boats
together and we were working on a third when we ran out of logs. “She
has to be near by.” I said to my friends after following her tracks
to the edge of the jungle. There were broken trees and so she clearly
had come this way. It wasn’t long and we saw her walking toward us
from deep in the jungle. I waived my arms in her direction, but it
didn’t matter.
She wasn’t looking
at us and seemed to be stepping deliberately while looking down at
her feet and zigzagging occasionally. Her huge boobs were doing that
big titty clap as she walked oblivious of our presence. She got
closer and loomed larger and she still hadn’t acknowledged us so we
began backing up. Not a moment later and we heard loud shrieks and
squeals.
Four humongous wild
boars burst out from the jungle. All four of us tensed up ready to
run or fight. Three of them were coming straight for me. “Shit!”
I heard my wife curse. The lead boar was maybe a dozen feet away when
her giant foot slammed down on top of it. “Fuck!” I yelled as its
head just popped up between her two biggest toes and bounced in front
of me.
I looked up and fell
on my ass and threw my hands up upon seeing her gigantic titties
swaying wildly just above me and dropping lower and lower. I heard
squeals to my left and right and looked as she snatched up two of the
flanking boars, one in each hand and just effortlessly and
simultaneously snapped their necks with her thumbs. She then dropped
them to the ground where they bounced lifelessly from the short fall.
The ends of her huge
house sized titties were maybe five feet above me. Were I to stand up
I could bump my head on one of her barrel sized nipples. This was it.
I was going to die crushed under my wife’s giant boobs. I guess
there were worse ways to go. I was about to scream, but one of my
friends beat me to it.
I could see her neck
and jawline high above me from below and looking through the space
between her huge swaying breasts. Her head immediately snapped toward
the direction of the scream. She dropped to all fours and crawled and
leaned and reached with a long arm. I calculated my chances at
survival while watching nervously as her enormous boobs moved past
and now her stomach was higher above me. Justin futures were trading
up.
I looked down her
navel to that familiar full bush between her legs. The back of my
mind chided me; even now during this you still have to take a peak at
her huge hairy pussy. I heard squealing get louder. Did she know I
was down here? I wondered weary off the depressions in the sand her
knees were making. An answer to my question came when her fingers
appeared above me and then surrounded me. She rose up.
She held me in her
right hand and the last squealing boar in her left. “Are you OK?”
She asked. I looked over and my friends seemed OK, but one of them
was on the ground. “What did you boys want?” She asked after
deciding for herself that I seemed fine. I was embarrassed at our
reasons for looking for her after all that had happened, but answered
anyway. “We ran out of logs.” I said, but the squeals sort of
drowned me out.
“What? Hold on.”
She said looking annoyed as her eyes averted from me in her right
hand to her left. I glanced over at her left and watched it tense
briefly. The squealing stopped immediately and the huge hog, which
out weighed me I’m sure, went limp. “Okay, go on.” She said. I
looked back up at my wife who was now looking back at me in her right
hand having just crushed the enormous boar to death with a small
squeeze of her left. I swallowed. “We ran out of logs.” I managed
to get out.
She rolled her eyes.
“You couldn’t have waited?” She asked, but the tone made it
clear she thought it was stupid to try and track her down for such a
dumb reason. “Well we really wanted to get that third raft done
before we quit for the day.” I defended. She just chuckled softly
with a hint of rebuke in it and sat me down in front of her.
“Well, while I
admire the work ethic I wish you would’ve just waited for me to
come back. I did have a good meal for myself, but I don’t think I
can eat this one now.” She said gesturing to the boar she had
stepped on. She was right. It was hard to tell the difference between
the boar carcass and the blood soaked sand. “You all might be able
to salvage it though.” She said sounding as her if her mouth was
full.
I looked back up.
She was chewing and her left hand was empty now. I knew she ate those
things, but it was the first time I had seen her do it. I saw her
throat bulge a little and then return to normal. “Hun.” I said
pointing at the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Oh,
sorry, but I’m famished.” She said her voice back to normal and
wiping her mouth with her hand.
“Well, I may as
well get those logs. I’ll finish these other two on the way.” She
said casually picking up the other me sized pigs. She then walked off
in the direction we had come from. The others walked over to me. “You
all alright?” I asked. “Yeah, the boar knocked Mawaa down, but
your wife grabbed it before it could do any real damage.” Jim
answered. We walked over to the remains of the boar that had been
stepped on.
“I’m lucky she
got to this one. It had me trained in its sights.” I said examining
the gory carcass in a footprint a foot deep and nearly as long as a
truck or short bus. “Yeah, you should have seen her move. She
practically jumped on this one to get to it.” John said. “I only
saw her foot land on it. She stomped I with such force its head
popped off and landed right in front of me” I told them still in
amazement from the memory.
“Then a split
second later she snatched up the other two coming at me and broke
their necks with her thumbs.” I said still in stunned disbelief
that what my Sam was capable of now. “Justin, your wife’s a
fucking bad ass. You better not piss her off.” John said. We all
laughed pensively if that’s possible. “Should we try and salvage
this?” Mawaa asked. “I don’t think we can and even if we could
do you want to eat it now?” I asked. “Nah, you’re right.” He
said. So we all headed back.
Naturally she beat
us back to our shipyard and had a stack of logs ten feet high waiting
for us by the time we got there. “Hey hun.” She said setting the
last log on the pile. She had branches and shavings from the logs
strewn all over the place. Basically our work area was a mess, but we
had our materials now.
She stood up and
walked over to us not straddling us exactly but positioned so we were
in the middle of her body, but in front of her enough so she could
look down at us over her huge breasts. She dropped her hands to her
hips and spoke to us. “I’m going to take a dip in the ocean.
Maybe best if you don’t try and follow me.” She said in
something too close to a motherly tone for my tastes. She then
stepped over all of us in one step and then the rest of our work area
in the next and the next put her in the water. She walked out a good
way before turning right and was out of sight five minutes later.
We worked for an
hour. We were close to getting the third raft completed when shadow
fell over us. My wife had finished her swim quicker than I thought.
“There you are. What are you doing?” A giant woman’s voice
asked. I looked up and saw Jim’s girlfriend standing above us
looking down at him.
Brendon was walking
over too. He stepped up next to Jamie. His large hand grabbed her ass
and squeezed and then slid under her butt and copped a feel. I looked
over at Jim who grated as it happened. She flinched at the unexpected
touch and whipped her head around and smiled at him.
“He’s helping
captain dip shit build some little rafts.” The giant answered. He
knelt down and grabbed one of the finished boats and lifted it up in
one hand. I stood up. “See, their planning to climb aboard this
flimsy little thing and float away.” He explained to Jamie. Jamie’s
eyes widened.
“You’re not
getting on this thing.” She said and bent over and picked up Jim in
her hand. He didn’t resist. He just sort of went limp as she stood
back up lifting him with her. “I’m just helping Justin.” He
said. “Well not any more.” She said as she casually held him in
her hand.
I walked over to the
two giants and looked up at them. “Do you mind? We’re going to
need that.” I yelled up. Brendon laughed and turned to Jamie.
“Should I show them just how flimsy this little raft really is?”
He asked Jamie. She rolled her eyes. “Just give it back to them. We
got what we came for.” She said turning and walking off with Jim in
hand.
Brendon smiled and
dropped the boat. I jumped back and it wedged in the sand in front of
me with one log breaking off completely. He laughed, turned, and
caught up with Jamie gently patting her giant butt cheeks with his
hands as he did so. “What a prick.” John said. “Another reason
to get off this island.” I replied. Brendon was getting bolder. He
even had Jamie behaving badly now too. Thankfully, Samantha hadn’t
succumbed to the god complex the gigantic size seemed to instill in
the other two.
It took all three of
us to pull the large raft out of the sand. When we got it out we had
the unfastened log fixed in short order. It was a little slower with
out Jim, but we had that third raft done an hour later. I looked at
the stack of logs. We could probably make three more, but we were
tired and called it quits for the day.
We sat and rested
drinking some coconut drink that Mawwa had made. “So, you cut the
flower, collect the sap, and in two hours you got coconut beer?” I
asked him sipping some. It tasted sweet. “Pretty much. There’s so
much natural sugar and yeast in the sap that it begins to ferment
immediately. If we distilled it we could make it a lot stronger.”
He explained.
“Its good.” John
proclaimed. “A month ago who would have thought we’d be stranded,
drinking coconut beer, and taking orders from fucking giants.” He
lamented. “No offense, Justin. Your wife is alright, but those
other two...” He shook his head taking a swig. He was being nice.
Samantha was better
behaved than Brendon and Jamie for sure, but as the earlier events
demonstrated she was just as much in charge as they were if not more
so. It was her idea to give out work assignments. She had listed out
the tasks that needed doing and ordered everyone to pick what they
wanted to do. When people shirked their assignments she went and
found out why and they had better have been sick. She had always been
a hard worker and she wasn’t going to abide any free loaders. Now
that she was nearly a hundred and sixty feet tall who was going to
argue with her?
What set her apart
is that she didn’t condescend like the other two did. We were all
the size of mice to her too, but she still treated us with a modicum
of respect. Jamie and especially Brendon ridiculed and treated us
like servants or pets for their amusement. Brendon did hunt and bring
in a lot of our protein (along with Samantha), but other than that
their interactions with the small folk were usually punitive or self
serving.
Jamie took
“volunteers” to help shave her legs and under arms. Samantha
groomed herself or had me help. Which I didn’t mind since she was
my wife and all. Brendon had a little harem. Everyone knew he and
Jamie were fucking, hell half the time we could hear them, but they
enjoyed playing with us little people too. The women that
participated in it seemed willing enough, but in the end they were
just toys for him and Jamie. They also had Jim.
Jim had told me
about the open relationship, but I could tell he wasn’t enthused
about it at all. If he had any choice they would still be exclusive
like Sam and I were. Unfortunately for him that’s not how Jamie saw
things and the way she saw things are the way they were. He never
mentioned what they did with him, but I suspected they were a little
rough sometimes.
He had admitted he
was afraid it wouldn’t stop with Brendon. That she would create her
own little concubine as Brendon had. I told him he didn’t have to
participate, but he said being with her was better than not. Still, I
often wondered how he factored in the relationship in Jamie’s mind.
It was clearly less than how she factored in his.
We were still
sipping Mawwa’s creation when Samantha appeared on the horizon. She
was far away, but at the speed at which she could walk she covered
the distance in little time. Her gigantic titties jiggled and sort of
clapped together with each step. Soon, she was standing above us. She
had some type of large fish in one hand and the other rested on her
giant hip.
“Loafing, eh?”
She asked in jest. “Enjoying the end of a hard days work.” I
countered. “How did you catch that fish?” I asked. “Lucky.
There was a whole school of them and I tried grabbing some, but I
only got this one.” She explained.
“We could make
some nets and you might have better luck.” I responded. “Good
idea. If you make the nets I’ll go back to the same spot and try
again.” She said. “I’m giving this to the food workers and
turning in.” She said and walked off. Her ass was spectacular to
behold.
I could tell my two
companions were gawking at my wife as most of the men often did with
her and Jamie too. I couldn’t blame them. She was beautiful, naked,
larger than life, and right in front of them. They had wife’s of
their own, but they couldn’t help themselves. “What’s it like
to go home to that?” John blurted out. I heard Mawwa laughing.
I laughed and took a
swig. “Exhausting.” I answered and both of my friends laughed. We
finished our drinks and twenty minutes later I went back to our spot
on the island. We had the spot furthest from the group. I passed the
place Jim and Jamie stayed, but no one was there. When I reached Sam
she was laying on her side facing away from me. It was a wide section
of beach where she could stretch out without getting her feet wet or
getting her hair tangled in jungle foliage.
Her ass was a sexy
cliff and her hips rose up high above me. I didn’t dare try and
climb up her butt without her knowledge. It was asking to be
accidentally crushed. So, I walked around her legs and feet and
emerged on the other side of her. I walked up her long legs passed
her bush, belly, and the huge pile of titties resting on the sand to
her beautiful face.
She saw me as I
started taking off my clothes and smiled. “And what are you doing?”
She asked. “Getting ready to fuck my wife.” I answered. “Well,
what if your wife is too sleepy?” She asked smiling. “I’ll
climb on and fuck her anyway.” I answered. She laughed. “This
should be interesting. Can you even reach it by yourself?” She
teased. “Where there’s a will there’s a way.” I responded.
Once disrobed I
noticed she hadn’t made any effort to participate and simply laid
there with her eyes closed and a sort of half amused expression on
her face. Apparently she was going to let me run solo on this. I was
lost. We had been intimate since she had grown and that was difficult
enough when she helped, but now quite frankly I didn’t know how to
proceed.
I could reach her
nipples at least. Well one of them anyway. I walked over to it and
grabbed it and started trying to turn it. It bent and turned a little
and then just popped back into place looking even bigger than before.
I bear hugged and turned hard and then fell into the sand. I climbed
up on it and stood. It took my weight easily.
I looked up the
curve of Sam’s titty. It was in shadow because the other boob was
above it and me. I started getting nervous. I had seen trees, plural,
flattened and broken beneath them. She crawled into the jungle
following me once and they just plowed through the huge trees like
small grasses and twigs. I’d wager they weighed over forty tons
each.
I meekly slid off
and walked down Sam’s length to her crotch. A triangular mesh of
dark reddish brown curls larger than a king sized bed hovered above a
huge thigh. It was at least three times my height just to reach the
inside of her bottom thigh. I jumped a couple of times against her
leg trying to climb up, but it was no use. I was hopelessly small to
handle the terrain of my wife’s giant body.
I looked up her
length and could see the undersides of her boobs and her belly, but
not her face. Her belly and boobs expanded with her deep breaths. I
walked down the length of her legs to her bus-sized feet and nearly
me-sized toes. I was not necessarily a foot person, but there was
opportunity here. I could climb up her toes, across her foot, and
along the inside of her leg until I reached her huge hairy vagina.
I ran up Sam’s
inseam as fast as I could cursing my bravado along the way. Her legs
could crush me just as quick as her tits or ass could. Fortunately, I
reached my destination without injury. Her slit ran horizontal to me,
but I was small enough that it didn’t really matter. I pushed at
her bush with my arms until I could touch her plump outer lips with
my hands.
My dick was stiff,
but I’d have to climb onto her labia before I could reach her with
it. So, that’s what I did. I wiggled into Sam’s crease with my
body until I could thrust my stiff prick upon its inner wetness. This
felt good so I humped. As I was climaxing Sam rolled onto her back
and spread her legs open and I slipped right inside. I looked for
fingers that must have helped this happen, but saw none.
I wasn’t sure if
it was on purpose or not, but instinct took over as I fought my way
upward. Her vagina convulsed squeezing the breath from me and sort of
pulled me back down. However, I got a hand onto the inner lip and
grabbed halting my downward progress. I was able to pull myself up
until my head and shoulders emerged from her inner chasm.
However, she rolled
over again onto her right side. Her huge outer labia pressed at me as
if trying to keep me in. I could move so very little. After two hours
I finally wiggled out using dozen of strands of pubic hair to pull my
self out and then lower myself down onto the ground behind her butt.
As soon as I hit the
ground I was yanked upward. I saw the sky and the ground whirling
around before I was deposited in front of Sam’s face. Her green
eyes were open with a mischievous grin on her face. “You knew!” I
accused. “Huh? I just felt you fumbling around my butt and didn’t
want to accidentally squash you.” She said.
I couldn’t tell if
she was telling the truth or not. “You look hot and sweaty. Got
yourself a workout did you?” She asked smiling wryly. I decided it
didn’t really matter if she knew, but guessed she probably did even
if she was feigning ignorance. “Its hard work pleasing a giantess.”
I stated. “Oh really? Am I supposed to be pleased now or
something?” She asked grinning like the cat that at the canary.
I started to reply,
but just shook my head. “I’m going to rinse off and get some
rest.” I said as I turned toward the ocean. I waded out and sat
down in the surf. After a few waves washed over me I returned to Sam
who looked to be asleep again. I found a spot near her face and laid
down to get some sleep for myself.