“Thirty-eight… thirty-seven…”

“I KNOW! Fuck!”

Elle looked herself in the mirror one last time, anxiously scanning for flaws. Her makeup: perfect. Her hair: a calculated level of messy. Her breasts: inconspicuously nestled beneath a lace bra and half-button blouse, eagerly awaiting their moment in the spotlight.

“Thirty-two… thirty-one…”

“I’m GOING, you stupid metallic butthole!” Elle screamed, practically kicking down the door of her walk-in closet as she rushed into her bedroom. “I just couldn’t find the right bra.”

If her grapefruit-sized, floating camera drone had eyes, it’d be rolling them now — though somehow, Elle knew what Roxy was thinking anyway. “It’s important! None of the others were stretchy enough.”

“Elle, the point is that it isn’t supposed to stretch,” her bot sassed in its Aussie accent.

“Well, it should stretch a bit,” Elle whined as she assumed a cross-legged pose on her rose-pink bedsheets. “I have to give ‘em a show.” She inhaled, trying to collect herself. “How much time?”

“Nineteen seconds.”

“FUCK! I’m too jittery, Roxy. I need a minute.”

“You promised 9pm on the dot. Or do you want your fans to find some other slut to jack off to?”

Elle sighed — knowing her drone, uncouth as it was, had a point. “‘Kay. I’m ready. Where’s the hose?”

“It’s right here,” Roxy sighed, and a robotic garden hose it controlled slithered up to Elle. In lieu of a nozzle, a hollowed-out dildo was attached to the top.

Elle smiled. “Then let’s make history.”

Seventy-five years ago, in the mid-21st century, humans had become so addicted to their devices that they stopped leaving their homes altogether. With an entire species now isolated from itself, the global population plunged, and society took a dive along with it. The economy collapsed. Wars were started. Humanity was mere generations away from extinction. Technology bans were proposed, but populist politicians were afraid of upsetting their app-addicted constituents. No, the real solution turned out to be something nobody expected:

Cum pipes.

That was what their detractors in the media called them — though in fairness, that’s what they were. The world’s plumbing systems, so efficient at transporting water and natural gas, would now also be designed to transport human ejaculate around the planet at supersonic speeds. Any woman who wanted to get pregnant by any man could do so in nanoseconds.

It was more successful than anyone anticipated. The global population exploded, then exploded again, going from 4 billion to 40 in the span of several generations. Mankind entered into an era of unprecedented economic, cultural, and technological success.

But most of the cum went to the camgirls.

For over a century now, their kind had grown to become Earth’s favorite entertainers, some attracting billions of devoted followers — so long as they proved willing to do anything on livestream. Hopelessly horny men everywhere gave them their hearts, their wages, and, yes, their semen, the lucky ones getting to watch their idol suck up their loads or splash them on their face for the whole world to see.

For most camgirls, that last part was the dirty part of the gig: swallowing cum from who-knows-who in front of who-knows-who-else. For Elle Pennington, it was everything. The 22-year-old camgirl loved cum: its salty taste, its plasmatic texture, the way her whole upper body seemed to warm when a hot load slid down her throat. Where others asked for their fans’ dollars, she asked for their spunk — which was probably why, on an increasingly cramped planet where camgirls owned the few remaining mansions, she could only afford a cramped eighth-floor apartment in the coastal megahub of Santa Sedienta.

Still, the authenticity of Elle’s lust had bought her a growing fanbase. It was even enough to make up for her minuscule B-cup breasts, usually a death sentence for a camgirl’s career. Elle had always wondered how high up the SlutHub rankings she’d climb if she only had a pair of DDs. She’d be huge. No, she’d be massive. Instead, her career had just been… okay.

That all changed today.

“HELLO, kings!” Elle sang as her drone’s big camera switched on. To its side, it projected her chat feed and current number of viewers — 2,482 for now, though most of her fans tuned in several minutes into her feed when things got good.

“I know I teased something big for you guys today, so here goes: last week, I was one of the first adult content creators in the world to undergo cyberoptic enhancement surgery.”

“Cybernetic,” Roxy corrected. “And as a legal disclaimer, this surgery is still extremely experimental and Elle Pennington is not endorsing it in any way, shape, or form.”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, Roxy here can now control the nanobots in my bloodstream. So tonight, every drop of cum you guys feed me is gonna go straight—“ she dramatically removed another button on her blouse — “to here. How many people are watching right now, Roxy?”

“3,272. Assuming every man produces half a tablespoon, that’s 2.13 gallons of cum that’ll be redirected to your jugs.”

“Mmmmmm, 2.13 gallons,” Elle sighed, trying her best to make the awkward number sound sexy as she squeezed her bra. “I don’t know if I’ll even be able to contain that much.”

“Maybe if you asked for money this time, you’d be able to pay off your surgery,” Roxy chirped.

“Oh, hush, you,” Elle smiled, pulling the dildo-topped hose up to her lips. “Alright, boys, let me have it.” She looked into Roxy’s lens with fuck-me-now eyes, eagerly anticipating the first stream of cum to arrive at her mouth.

But after five seconds of awkward silence, nothing had come — or perhaps more accurately, nobody had come. “Uhhh, Roxy, is this thing connected?”

“Chat wants to see you grow first. Nobody’s jerking off yet.”

Elle hadn’t anticipated this paradox — people would cum to her boobs, but her boobs wouldn’t burst out of their bra until enough people came. Already her viewer count was plunging, her fans evidently bored of this experiment.

“W-wait!” Elle cried, desperate. “I need you guys to cum! Please!” Thinking fast, she took the dildo hose and squeezed her boobs against it, moaning as she did.

“Oh yeah… mmmmm, feels so good…” Her pleasure wasn’t very convincing, but she only needed a percentage of her fans to get off to it for her growth to get started. With her viewer count dropping under 1,500, it was a necessary last-ditch effort. Closing her eyes, she squeezed and moved even harder. “Mmmm…. yeah, just like th—“

Sqrrtt.

A hot stream shot up into her face. Elle reflexively winced, then opened her eyes. Her fans were starting to cum.

Elle watched with glee as a small geyser of cum began erupting from the hose — and raining down onto her face, her body, and her air mattress (those were the easiest type to clean). Part of her wanted to stay just where she was, relishing the feeling of the thick sticky substance splashing down onto her skin. But why just feel it when she could taste it?

She gave the camera a devious smile. “Alright, chat. Let’s get started.” Opening wide, she angled the dildo toward her hungry lips — and then wrapped those hungry lips around it.

“Nnnnnnnmmmmggghh,” she sighed through a closed mouth, feeling the first salty drop of ejaculate trickle down her throat. Unlike her earlier moans, this was real; she fucking loved the sensation of her fans’ warm, rich nut feeding into her body. And tonight, for the first time ever, that body would get to hold onto all of it.

“Youh cuh taes suh guh,” she moaned, trying and failing to talk with a dildo deep in her mouth. Realizing she was borderline inaudible, she tried again. “I seh yuh cun taegs so gooh.” This wasn’t going to work, was it? “FUH.”

“If only you had another hole,” her drone sarcastically chimed.

“Guh puhnt.” Elle popped the dildo out of her mouth, realizing the geyser coming out of it had tripled in size. No wonder she couldn’t speak! “Damn! Roxy, how much cum have I swallowed?”

“8.29 ounces, or roughly one cup. And as we speak, you’re wasting another.”

“I know, I know. Alright, make sure you get this.”

Obedient to her word, Roxy hovered back to get a full-body view of Elle as the camgirl unbuttoned her pants. Sliding her panties to the side, the woman slid the erupting dildo inside herself.

“FUCK,” she moaned, feeling the warm jet of cum rip through her pussy. “R-Roxy, are you sure… are you sure this is going to my boobs?”

“It’s tricky tech, but I think so,” the bot admitted. “Can you feel them getting bigger?”

Elle held a hand to her bra. “A-actually… yeah.” It wasn’t quite visible from Roxy’s vantage point yet, but Elle could see the cracks between the laces in her bra slowly growing wider. And she could feel hot liquid pumping into her boobs, filling them with warmth as they started to grow. “Nnngh… fuck, they’re plumping up… Roxy, deploy satellites.”

“Deploying satellites.” The bot shot out several smaller camera drones to give her viewers a closer look at her growth. Elle massaged her tender breasts, still in disbelief that they were really swelling up with her fans’ cum. 

“Mmmm… chat, you’re making me so big,” she moaned, her chest already graduating into D-cup range. “But it’s not enough. I need more. I need you to grow me even BIGGER.”

The stream blasting into her crotch intensified as if in response. “Mmmhmm… that’s it. Cum so these tits can grow enormous.”

She could feel her bra was already under immense stress, but instead of snapping, her laces were just growing more and more taut. Elle smiled. Her fans would have to cum even more before they could get their payoff. She knew the stretchy bra was a good idea. “Roxy, how many viewers are we at?”

“10,500 and rising,” the drone responded, not bothering with a more specific number as it couldn’t keep up fast enough.

“FUCK, that’s so much cum. My tits are going to be ENORMOUS,” Elle whined with a squeeze of her mammaries. “How big am I now, Roxy? Do I have double Ds?”

“Er, triple,” Roxy said, scanning her growing breasts. “That’s size F for all you European fans.”

“Fuck yeah, I love Europe,” Elle whined, too much cum roaring through her vagina for her to think properly. “Chat, I need you to help me go viral. I need you to make these milkers MASSIVE.”

Roxy was going to say something, but stopped. Surely Elle realized most of her 18,000 viewers (and rising, still) hadn’t blown their loads yet, right? Surely she realized she was only receiving the first of their collective 10 gallons of cum? And surely, once the cum really started flowing in, she wouldn’t attempt to ingest all of it?

Surely Elle knew what she was doing. And so Roxy simply bit its robotic tongue.

Yet since the bot had given her its last estimate, Elle’s breasts had ballooned from DDDs into J-cups. And then, in the blink of an eye, they became Ks, and then they became Ls — her tits were now running through the alphabet faster than most schoolkids could.

The laces on her bra, stretched thin as spiderwebs, finally began to pop, one by one. Elle giggled, getting as much excitement out of this as her fans surely were. “Please, chat, you’re destroying my bra,” she whined, though they knew this was simply an invitation to destroy it even more.

And so, with an intensified stream of cum, they did. Elle’s bra exploded open, revealing two soft, fleshy cantaloupes that were quickly approaching watermelon territory. Her areolae and nipples had grown relatively larger, too — an unexpected side effect, but not an unwelcome one.

Elle jiggled her gigantic tits for the cameras, index fingers eagerly rubbing her nipples. “I’m HUGE,” she moaned. “But I wanna see my tits get bigger than anyone’s. So I’m gonna take all your loads inside me tonight… I promise.”

Thinking about her last two words, Elle casually glanced over at the viewer ticker. 39,000. Her eyes widened a little. How much cum was that? A bathtub’s worth? Surely she’d have to renege on her promise for some of her loyal viewers, she thought, though the idea deeply upset her.

No, it was best to soldier on for as long as she could. It didn’t hurt that soldiering on felt this good — it felt like she was sitting on a jacuzzi jet of cum, and the idea of that turned her on as much as the actual sensation did. How many tiny little sperm cells were swimming through her body already? Millions? Billions? That birth control better not let me down, she thought.

“Elle.”

Wouldn’t that be strange, getting pregnant by one of my fans. I guess I could do a DNA test to see whose it was. But what if they live in like Uzbekistan or something? Where is Uzbekistan, anyway?

“ELLE!”

Elle snapped to attention, realizing she had gotten carried away while fondling her breasts — her now beach-ball-size breasts. “Wh-wha? When did they get this big?”

“Good news is, your feed’s been picked up by some other streams,” the drone responded. “Bad news is, I can’t stop the bloody growth until you order me to.”

“NO! Don’t stop!” Elle cried, remembering her promise. “This is fine! It’ll slow down any second.” The growing rush of cum into her pussy was telling her otherwise.

“Elle, look at yourself. You could hardly stand up.”

“C-can too,” she whined, though her clumsy attempt at kneeling up on her bed proved otherwise. Hoisting her huge breasts up, she immediately fell onto them, faceplanting onto her mattress — only her face never touched it. Instead, her entire upper body now rested on her growing breasts, the hose still safely nestled inside her pussy and pumping more cum into her than ever before.

Elle looked up at the holographic chat display, unrealistically hoping her fans would come to their senses and allow her to stop. Instead:

BIGGER!!!

SO HOT

AWOOGA

MOREEEEE

“Chat wants me to keep going,” Elle said, as if she herself had no say in the matter.

“It doesn’t matter what fucking chat says, your breasts are getting larger than any human’s should.” Roxy was right — they were nearing the size of exercise balls, with nipples bigger than plums.

“T-then send the cum somewhere else! Send it to my butt!”

Roxy obliged, sending the nanobots in Elle’s bloodstream a new command — and immediately, the warm feeling in her breasts rushed down to her buttcheeks. Her ass ballooned outwards, ripping the seat of her pants open in an instant. Elle whimpered. She had meant for her bra to be destroyed, but she liked those slacks. Her panties followed suit, stretching and then snapping as her glutes kept swelling.

But her chat loved it. Elle smiled for the cameras, reaching back to give herself a thick, meaty slap on her growing rear end.

“Shame on you, chat. As if my tits weren’t enough, now you’re gonna make my ass get big.” She frowned as she felt the hand on her ass quickly rise — along with her buns. Unable to turn fully with her boob weight, she craned her neck to find her two cheeks were already the size of hiking backpacks.

“ROXY! You made my ass GIGANTIC!” For as much vertical height as it had gained, her butt was growing even more on the horizontal front, spilling onto her thighs, then over them as her juicy curves expanded outwards. The sheer act of turning around had made them jiggle, shaking the entire bed along with them.

“Your arse was huge to begin with,” grumbled her drone. “And you’ve got about fifteen seconds before it’s bigger than your busom is.”

“What? S-“ Elle desperately wanted to say stop, but she couldn’t — not now, with thousands of fans and tens of thousands of potential fans watching her. “J-just put it somewhere else in my body! Anywhere!”

“Elle, at the rate—“

“THAT’S AN ORDER!”

The drone complied, and immediately Elle felt the warmth in her ass spread into her thighs and abdomen — and then, just as she had ordered, to anywhere. Everywhere: her toes, her cheeks, her tongue. It felt strangely good, like a warm bath that heated you from the inside out and not the other way around.

“Mmmmmm, yeah,” Elle sighed, not fully grasping what her drone had just done. “Put it all there.” She pushed the dildo a little deeper inside of her. She didn’t know what the hell those nanobots were up to, but she wanted more of it. Her breasts were even seeming to dwindle in front of her, if subtly.

Then something else happened. The bottom buttons of her blouse, miraculously spared by her earlier breast growth, popped open. Shocked, Elle looked down at the torso her jugs still blocked.

“Roxy, why the fuck are you growing my stomach?”

“I’m growing you,” the drone responded. “All of you. Like you asked.”

Elle frowned, suddenly aware of the sensation of bedsheets slowly contracting against her body. “But then I’d be getting…”

“Taller. Eleven inches and counting.”

“TALLER?! My fans don’t want to see me turn into some giant freak!”

“Er, actually, they seem to be really into it,” Roxy replied, regretting the words as soon as it spoke them. Elle glanced over at the chat again.

TALLER!!

YES BABE BE A GIANT

MORE OF EVERYTHINGGGGG

AMAZONIAN QUEEN

“Amazonian Queen…” Elle whispered to herself. 

They loved her big. And they wanted her bigger.

“Yeah, people are into some weird shit.”

“Don’t kinkshame, Roxy!” Elle snapped at her drone, more the size of an orange to her now than a grapefruit — and dwindling further with every passing second. Her scold faded into a smile as she looked straight into the camera, her attention turned to her swelling audience. She rubbed two giant nipples with growing, cum-soaked fingers.

“We’re going to give my fans what they want.”

Elle never considered herself the type to underdeliver. When her fans wanted to see a nipple, she’d show both. When they wanted her to moan, she’d wake half the building up.

And if they wanted to see her grow bigger, she was going to get fucking ginormous. Even if her dumbass drone objected.

“C’mon, Elle, you’re already seven feet tall,” Roxy complained, slowly hovering backwards to fit all of the woman’s growing form onscreen.

“Yeah, let ‘em know,” Elle said with a smile, her hands big enough now to hold up her inflated melons and show them off to the camera again. “And start showing my height on the video feed so they can keep track.”

Rrrrrrrrrip! The hole in Elle’s pants was now stretching down the length of her legs as her thighs and calves swelled outwards in unison.

“Nnngh… chat, you owe me for that pair of pants you destroyed,” she moaned. “You better pay me back with…. mmmm… more cum.” The blast of hot spunk from the hose deep inside her cunt surged again. Her sticky hands slid it in deeper still.

Reaching back to grab and massage her ass, still at an audacious size but now a slightly more fitting one, Elle realized her buns felt as firm as ever. She wasn’t just being pumped full of ejaculate; the nanobots were working overtime to convert it into more human tissue. The cum was turning into more of her — fulfilling, in an ironic way, its ultimate goal of creating human life.

She was on the fast track to becoming history’s biggest cumslut.

The thought of it was just too fucking hot. Two growing fingers slid into her pussy alongside the hose. Her arms burst the sleeves of her blouse open, sending the last of her clothing falling down onto the soaked mattress. There was no hiding any part of Elle now: not her smooth, stretching back, not her curvy, womanly hips, not her plush thighs. Roxy’s satellites captured it all, circling her expanding form with horny minds of their own.

“Make me bigger!” Elle cried, now fully sharing in her fans’ wish to see her become a giant babe. “Tell the world to feed me their cum!”

Not that she needed the publicity. She was at over 1,000,000 live viewers now — enough to finally land her at #98 on SlutHub’s Trending page — and that number was growing exponentially before her eyes.

“ROXY!” The drone jerked back, shocked at how loud Elle could get now. “A million people are watching me, why don’t I have more cum?”

“Elle, the hose is on max power. It can’t pump any harder.”

“Then get me more hoses.”

Roxy was afraid she’d say that. Elle had purchased a variety of cum hoses for her videos over the years, some even stronger than the one inserted deep within her pussy right now. But she was already nine feet tall, and if her growth multiplied… well, the drone had to obey its owner anyway. It was no use trying to calculate the consequences.

And so two more robotic hoses slithered up onto Elle’s mattress, where the growing amazon greedily took one in each hand. Cum was already spraying from them, drenching her massive body in warm, white spunk from head to toe. She scooped some of the cum that was running down her breasts into her hungry mouth, taking breaks to rub her nipples with a goo-soaked hand.

But it was time for the main course. Elle stuck the first hose between her lips, her mouth overflowing with cum instantaneously. She coughed up the thick liquid, spraying some onto the wall. It was way too much. Yet it tasted way too good to let any more go to waste.

Determined, Elle stuck the hose back into her lips, making sure to suck it down this time. By magic (or at least incredibly intricate 22nd-century technology), she took in every last drop of the torrential blast, her body absorbing the cum before it could even reach her stomach.

The other hose found a home in her asshole. Unlike her mouth, this hole raised no objections, and it greedily swallowed the hot jet of semen as it tore through her rectum and melted into her swelling, fleshy curves.

POP! As Elle passed 11 feet, her air mattress burst open, strained far beyond its listed limit of 800 pounds. The mini-giantess fell to the ground with a THUD that knocked over a picture frame, but she hardly even noticed. All the cam girl cared about now was pleasuring her thirsty, growing fanbase — and luckily for her, that mostly entailed pleasuring her thirsty, growing self.

Still, it was nice to speak to those fans every once in a while. Elle removed the hose that was in her mouth with a loving pop, licking her lips as she did so, and pushed it into her pussy alongside the first hose.

“Fuck, chat, I’m such a horny giant,” she moaned, eye-fucking the camera. She licked up the cum still coating her mouth in between sentences. “And I’ve got growing needs. I need you to give me your cum… please…”

Elle gave the most pathetic moan conceivable from a woman whose ass could crack open a cow skull. But it was legitimate. She desperately, urgently needed her viewers’ seed inside her. Even the cum that had splashed onto her body was scraped up by her fingers and fed into her eager mouth.

As she lifted her tits to lick the cum off her firm, sensitive nipples, Elle realized her breasts were only the size of basketballs to her now. Her ass, plump but well-shaped, no longer seemed gargantuan, either. No, they are gargantuan, she reminded herself. It’s just that I’m gargantuan now, too.

“Chat, my boobs were INSANE and you shrunk them down,” she sighed in mock complaint, though her H-cups [relatively speaking] actually felt just right for her. “Roxy, make sure my tits and ass stay like this as I get bigger.”

“Elle, you’re a fucking giant,” Roxy implored the 13-foot woman. “In a few minutes you won’t be able to fit into the room.”

Elle realized her drone was right. Even kneeling, her head was almost touching the ceiling now — and as hot as the thought of that was, she had to do something if she wanted to keep filling herself with cum.

“I’ll go into the living room, there’s more space there,” she decided.

“Wait, Elle, no! Don’t—“

But it was too late. Elle pressed a button to open her bedroom’s robotic door, and immediately a small tsunami of cum crashed against her lower body, nearly coating the kneeing girl up to her crotch. Squeezing her fat ass through the doorway and past the riptide of spunk, Elle realized the entire apartment was flooding with the stuff, already submerged in a four-foot layer of white goo.

“Roxy!” she screamed, unintentionally destroying a submerged coffee table with her knee as she crawled through her ruined living room. “Have you been hiding my viewers’ cum from me?”

Roxy paused a beat, unable to comprehend how that mattered more to Elle than the fact that her entire apartment was being destroyed. “Elle, all three hoses were on full blast. I was giving you as much as I could. There’s no way you’ll be able to ingest all this stuff.”

The human was certainly trying, though, using both gigantic hands to cup up more hot ejaculate and pour it down her throat. It was like trying to empty a filling bathtub with an eye dropper. Elle frowned, less concerned with the thought of drowning in cum than the thought of not being able to consume all of it. And the thought of both — what would her obituary say? That she wasn’t a big enough slut to take on all of her viewers’ thick, delicious loads? How could that be her legacy?

A lightbulb flashed above her growing head. “Roxy! Redirect the nanobots to make me absorb all this cum.”

“Absorb…? Like, through your skin?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You handle the specifics.”

Far past attempting to reason with the giantess, the drone reluctantly complied and, almost instantaneously, Elle’s growth went into overdrive. Her body began sucking up all the cum it touched. A small whirlpool formed around her titanic thighs. Every part of her stretched outwards at a rate as enormous as she was, from her tits to her asscheeks to her cute, moaning face. And her body wasn’t doing all the work. She was still manually feeding herself cum, shoving huge handfuls into her pussy from a pool that was ever so slightly receding.

“How many viewers?” Elle asked, taking a break from feeding her pussy to bring a cum-soaked finger to her hungry lips.

“You just cracked 25 million. You’re #11 on Trending and climbing every minute.”

“Fuck,” she exclaimed. “I’m huge.”

“Er, yeah,” Roxy replied, desperately flying around the apartment to find an angle it could capture the camgirl’s 24-foot-height from. “Elle, I think you’re getting a little too huge.”

Even with her fat ass resting on her feet, Elle’s body was stooped to avoid hitting the ceiling. But she simply gave the tiny drone buzzing around her a smirk.

“You think I’m big now? Watch this.”

Aided by the weight of her enormous tits, Elle plunged forward, belly-flopping onto her flooded living room. SPLASH! The thick goo coated everything in white — her walls, her windows, her ceiling. But mostly it coated her.

Elle’s breasts, stomach, and arms lapped up the cum. Her legs stretched out behind her, bursting through her bedroom wall. Her body raced outwards, outwards, and outwards — and then, with an unexpected CRACK, downwards. Her floor had finally given way, sending 13 tons of woman and hundreds of gallons of cum crashing into the apartment below.

“Shit!” Elle cried, finally coming to her senses. Roxy was right, she was way too big now. Even on all fours, she took up two entire stories. She picked up a tiny rag to wipe off her cum-soaked face, only to realize it was the remains of her air mattress. And there was still more cum left for her to absorb.

“Roxy! Stop the growth now, that’s an order!”

“On it,” her drone replied, relieved. Yet as Elle tried drying her breasts, she watched as the cum on them simply melted into her skin — and at a faster rate than ever.

“W-what’s taking so long?”

“I think — I think the nanobots have started making more of themselves to keep up with your body,” Roxy nervously explained. “They’re, er, multiplying faster than I can give them orders.”

“WHAT? You can’t stop them? How big am I going to grow?”

Roxy paused. “Er, on the bright side, you’re #1 on SlutHub now…”

Elle realized the pool of cum around her wasn’t receding now. More goo was pouring in from everywhere, not only in her own apartment but this one too — blasting out of bathtubs, broken pipes, even the walls. And her swelling form was able to soak up more than ever.

The floor groaned beneath her. This couldn’t be good.

“Uhhhh… Roxy? I think we’re gonna have to tell everyone to evacuate.”

“I’m scanning the building… it seems like everyone already did.”

“H-huh? Why?”

“Elle… the whole building’s been flooded.”

As if on cue, the floor gave way again, and Elle’s 40-foot body splashed into an apartment coated in six feet of spunk. Her curves eagerly ate it up, of course, making her even larger, and she crashed down into the next.

It became a cycle. Crash, cum, growth, crash, cum, growth, crash. Elle closed her eyes as floorboards, fridges, and futons rained onto her swelling form. But as she plummeted to the bottom of the 8-story building, she was rapidly growing wider than it — and as her butt finally landed on the ground floor with a meaty, neighborhood-shaking THWACK, she felt her hips squeeze against the building’s support walls.

Without warning, Elle burst through the building, revealing her 75-foot, cum-soaked self to the world at large. Her doll-sized neighbors, gathered on the street with personal belongings in hand, stared up at her from between her splayed legs. They had written her up for noise complaints in the past; there was no telling how pissed they’d be now. Elle looked down at her huge body, embarrassed. The rubble thankfully blocked her crotch, but her gigantic jugs were another matter.

Then a cloud of black specks appeared from behind a building, racing towards the giantess’s body. They looked like gnats — no, news drones. They had come to investigate reports of a building flooding with semen, but this was the scoop of the century.

“Shit!” Roxy exclaimed, now just the size of a fruit fly to its owner. “The media’s found out.”

“Can’t be bad for our channel, right?” Elle said, shrugging.

“Elle, you don’t understand. You’re about to be a global news story. Everyone’s going to donate their cum to you.”

“E-everyone?” Elle said, trying to suppress how untameably horny the thought made her feel. She had become the ultimate sex symbol — no, she was no mere symbol. She had become a sex statue, a living colossus of lust for the whole world to sacrifice their hot, thick seed too. And that seed would only make her bigger, which would only make her sexier, which would only make them cum harder…

Her index finger unconsciously slipped into the remains of her apartment building and started rubbing her wet slit. Her tiny neighbors turned away in disgust. The news drones loved it, however, and the giantess brushed aside some of the debris to give them a better view.

“Citizens of the world,” she boomed in a voice both sultry and commanding. “My name is Elle Pennington of Santa Sedienta, California. As you can see,” — she moaned as she inserted a second finger inside her — “I’ve become the world's biggest slut.”

“Elle, what are you doing?” Roxy screamed. The drone’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

“But my huge, thirsty pussy needs more cum,” the giantess continued, giving the news drones her best doe eyes. “It needs all of your hot, thick cum so you can grow me even, MMMPHHH…”

The camgirl pressed harder into her pussy as her free hand rubbed a tender nipple the size of an XXL pizza.

“…Bigger.”

The response was immediate. White liquid started bubbling up from a manhole between the sitting giantess’s legs, quickly pooling outwards. Her neighbors gave ant-sized screams and began running away.

“ELLE!” her drone yelled, having to fly next to the 75-foot camgirl’s ear to even get her attention at this rate. Elle winced, clearly hearing it. “Elle, 23 billion men live on this planet. Do you have ANY idea how many gallons of cum that is?”

“Fuck, that’s gotta be so much cum,” Elle moaned, still finger-fucking her enormous slit. “I’m gonna be HUGE… I’m gonna be the size of a whale… a sperm whale,” she giggled. Already she was twice the size of one.

A third finger joined her first two in her pussy. More and more cum was spouting out from the manhole now, feeding into her lithe, street-spanning legs the second it touched them.

“That’s not enough,” she whined, pleasuring herself harder and harder for the world to see. “I need more! MORE!”

BOOM. The manhole erupted. If the hose from earlier looked like a geyser, then this was Vesuvius, blasting out tens of thousands of creamy gallons 50 feet into the air. Elle’s gigantic, horny eyes lit up.

Rubbing the rubble off her sticky ass, Elle scooted herself onto the eruption, ready for the ride of a lifetime.

“UNNNGHHHHH,” she moaned, feeling the strength of a hundred fire hydrants roar through her colossal cunt. Her body accepted it all, adding the tons of gooey cum to her swelling form; whatever her greedy pussy couldn’t catch as happily lapped up by her thighs and ass. “YES! MORE! Fill me up!” Though it was impossible to tell, barrels of her own womanly cum were dripping out from her pussy, pouring out onto the street below and mixing with the rest of the liquid.

Her global audience was clearly loving it. “FUCKKK,” she cried, feeling the blast of cum increase again. Even straddling the manhole, she could start to see over entire buildings now, her eye level quickly rising to match their height. Forget street-spanning; her legs didn’t have much room left before they crashed into other buildings. Already her butt was spilling back onto her old apartment building’s foundation.

BANG! Elle glanced over at what she assumed was a large gunshot. Instead, the manhole a block over had also burst, its jet of cum soaring even higher than Elle. The onlookers who had gathered there to watch the giantess’s show from a safe distance were now panicking, some slipping on the cum as they tried to run away.

But there was no escape. The next manhole erupted, then the next one. Elle began to hear a symphony of distant little BANGs from afar — followed by more white jets shooting up into the Santa Sedienta skyline.

“I-is that…”

“YES!” Roxy yelled, more exasperated than ever. “This is what I was trying to tell you, Elle! You’re going to flood the whole city!”

“Me?? I was just trying to… nnnnghhhh…” The constant blast of cum up into her crotch was making it hard for her to think.

“Stop moaning, you’re only going to make it worse!”

“Fine!” Elle grumbled, and the 120-foot giantess reluctantly removed herself from her cum cannon. Sitting back, she could see it was now shooting twice as high as before. “Fuck me,” she muttered to herself.

She shook off the lusty thoughts racing through her mind and turned to her floating robot friend.

“Uhhhh, okay. How do I save the city?”

“I’ve got an idea… alright, it looks like all the cum enters Santa Sedienta through a series of pipes under City Hall. The control room’s located on the 114th floor.”

“City Hall? Where the fuck is that?”

“Take a wild guess.”

Elle looked over at the 1,250-foot building that dominated the Santa Sedienta skyline. Huh. She had always wondered what that was for. She and other locals always called it Penis Tower because, well, that’s what it looked like — with its wide 20-story base that led up to a smooth glass spire and fat, rounded top.

And appropriately enough, it was filled to the brim with cum. White liquid was bursting out of several windows now, though it mostly erupted from the hole where the elevator shaft (pun not intended) met the rooftop. Elle tried and failed to stifle a laugh.

“ELLE! THIS IS A CATASTROPHE!”

“Oh, please. It’s a Sunday, nobody’s in there.”

“THE WHOLE CITY’S GOING TO DROWN, ELLE.”

“Right.” Elle had to get moving quick — though the woman’s first footstep as a true giantess proved to be a clumsy one, and she slipped on the slick, cum-soaked street below her. Falling awkwardly so as not to crush any buildings, she slammed face-down onto the street, crushing several cars with her huge tits and setting off many more car alarms. The manhole behind her, erupting harder than ever, rained buckets of cum onto her back and buttcheeks. 

With no time to lose, Elle scrambled forward, staying on all fours to keep herself from slipping again. The streets were coated in 12 inches of cum now, a number that was set to double anytime soon. To make matters worse, the giantess kept soaking all of it up as she went, and her huge hips were beginning to grind against the sides of buildings.

But she was close to City Hall — at her size, she realized, crossing 10 city blocks really took no effort whatsoever. She pounced ahead like a mecha-sized jaguar, entire cars jumping with her every leap.

“Almost… there…”

Elle was seconds away now, already under the skyscraper’s girthy shadow. And then, mid-pounce, her body jerked back. Her enormous ass had gotten wedged between two buildings. As Elle jiggled her ass to try and squeeze herself out, the manhole below her breasts shot open, blasting more cum into the already-gigantic orbs. This wasn’t going to work. She had to hump herself free. 

Thrusting her hips with intensity she hadn’t used since five livestreams ago, the giantess finally burst out of her logjam, tearing off both buildings’ facades — and leaving dozens of confused tenants staring out at her naked ass.

Squeezing past the final few buildings, Elle approached the skyscraper. Even with all the cum she had just absorbed it was still seven times her height.

“Uhhhh, you said the top floor?” She couldn’t even see Roxy now, but the drone’s louder speaker was still faintly audible.

“You’re 156 feet tall, Elle. How’s not the time to be afraid of heights.”

“R-right.” Cum was bursting out from the lower-level floors with intensity that made it hard for her to gather her footing. But Elle smashed open some windows with a kick and established a foothold, then hoisted herself up onto one of the phallic building’s two spherical bases.

Now came the tricky part. The cum that was erupting from the building’s rooftop was trickling down its sides, making any route to the top a slippery one. But with no time to waste, Elle grabbed the tower’s girth, breaking open more windows so she could position her hands and feet. Cum burst out of every puncture she made, only increasing her mass, something on the back of the giantess’s mind as she made her way up the tower. How much woman could this oversized cock hold?

But she was getting close, cum now spilling onto her face as she neared the geyser. With an outstretched arm, she pulled herself up onto the building’s round head, straddling the top of the shaft with her legs.

It was like nothing she had ever seen — and even now, she could hardly see it. Olympic-sized pools’ worth of goo was bursting out of the rooftop’s central shaft, completely coating the giantess’s upper body. Elle tried to lean away, afraid of growing any more. She looked over at where she assumed her tiny drone was.

“WHERE’S THE CONTROL ROOM?” she yelled, as if her inside voice wasn’t already as loud as a jet engine.

“IT HAS AN AIRLOCK! LOOK AROUND FOR THE ROOM THAT’S NOT FILLED UP!”

Elle ran her hands along the building’s head, trying desperately to clear the thick coating of spunk that covered the windows. Trying to speed herself up, she began licking them clean, too.

“STOP BEING SO SEXY!”

“I CAN’T NOT BE!” Elle screamed.

With another long, thick lick, she found it — a tiny black room filled with thousands of flashing lights.

“WHAT NOW?”

“ER, LET’S SEE. IT SAYS YOU’RE GOING TO HIT THE RED BUTTON, THEN ENTER THE CODE 9-G-8-4–“

“ROXY! I’M THE SIZE OF FUCKING GODZILLA!”

“RIGHT. MAYBE JUST SMASH IT OR SOMETHING?”

Elle tore into the room and, scooping it up in a single sticky fist, crunched its components into dust. “DID THAT DO ANYTHING?”

The geyser exploded, doubling in size. “GUESS NOT,” Roxy replied.

Elle looked out at Santa Sedienta, its streets submerged in a rising tide of white. How could she have done this? How could she have wrecked her own city by being such a giant slut?

Being a giant slut. Maybe that was the solution.

Putting her mouth on the blast of cum coming from the rooftop, Elle sucked.

And swallowed.

It tasted the same as it did at any size — hot, sticky, salty, faintly alkaline. How many guys’ loads were pouring down her throat at this second? Tens of millions? Hundreds? She wasn’t sure, but they tasted incredible.

Her growing legs stretched out around the shaft, touching each other on the other end. More windows burst open from the strain her 300 feet of curves were putting on them. And against Roxy’s inaudible objections, Elle’s growing mouth stretched wider and wider across the building’s head, able to slurp up more and more. She hugged the phallic skyscraper in one last embrace before both plunged to the ground in a titanic freefall.

The building collapsed, unleashing millions of gallons of hot jizz onto the city below — though thankfully, Elle’s body absorbed almost all of them. She rose up in height nearly as fast as she fell, taking in a skyscraper’s worth of cum and the tower exploded against her embrace. And as the colossus hit the ground with the force of a 5.0 earthquake, she found she had become skyscraper-sized herself. Her butt took up most of the building’s foundation.

The 1,000-foot giantess hugged her knees to spare the city blocks around her, anticipating more growth. None came. She peeked between her legs to find the pipes beneath the skyscraper that supplied the city’s cum. They must have automatically switched off when her fall destroyed them. After everything that transpired, it was her fat ass that saved the day.

“FREEZE!” Elle had to look around to see who was even talking to her.

“WE’RE, UH, IN FRONT OF YOUR LEFT NIPPLE.” Looking down, Elle could see a tiny black object hovering next to her tit. She initially wondered if it was a police drone before realizing that at her size, it must have been a helicopter.

“ELLE PENNINGTON, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN A COURT OF…” The voice paused. “JUST PLEASE SURRENDER, OKAY?”

“Okay.”

“I, UHHHH… I REALLY LIKE YOUR LIVESTREAMS, BY THE WAY.”

Elle blushed. A fan of hers in the wild?

Life could really be crazy sometimes.

~~~

“Thirty-four… thirty-three…”

“I KNOW, I KNOW!”

Struggling to clasp her bra, Elle stumbled into her bedroom — or more accurately, an exact replica of her old bedroom in an exact replica of her old apartment building. She was no longer the biggest camgirl on the planet, literally speaking, but she had become the biggest camgirl on the planet, figuratively speaking, and though she was now rich enough to buy all of Monaco, there was nothing quite like her old digs.

“Twenty-six… twenty-five…” Roxy continued.

“I’m here! You can stop counting!” Elle whined, finally securing her bra as she scrambled onto her air mattress.

“Some lithium magnate from Bolivia just tipped you 1.2 trillion dollars, by the way. You should probably send him a thank-you note.”

“Ugh, those donors are the worst. Doesn’t everyone know I just want their jizz?”

“Maybe you could donate it to help rebuild that skyscraper you demolished with your fat arse.”

“The courts said the people who made the nanobots were liable for that. ‘Cuz they took over my brain and corrupted it, right?” Elle said, winking.

“…Right,” Roxy muttered. Elle didn’t appreciate how lucky she was to own a robot willing to lie under oath. “Well, at least your bum’s never getting that big again.” 

The camgirl just smiled.

“Wanna bet?”