The Big - Size Queen

Emily barely even noticed the stares any more as she walked down the main street. She didn’t really blame them; she’d also have stared at a ten-foot-tall giantess with breasts the size of beach balls. Even in a world occupied by Big people, Emily was a rare and fascinating example. A freak among freaks.

Three months ago Emily woke up on what was supposed to be a perfectly ordinary day of college on her exchange program. The first thing she'd noticed, stretching out the night's sleep, was the full-body ache. It was like every muscle and joint and even bone in her body was tight, protesting movement, pain not stemming from any obvious source but simply radiating out from inside herself. It wasn't debilitating but it was noticeable. With the sensitivity of the pain she didn't quite notice that her clothes and especially her bra were cutting in, even beyond how concerningly tight they'd become after she'd gained some weight on exchange. If she had, the day's events may not have come as quite so much of a surprise.

Sitting in the lecture theatre, pulling at tight fabric, the combination of physical discomfort and the monotone stream of information let her brain slip a belt and drift gently away into a fog. Her body felt wrong, a sense of unease creeping up and over the aches and pains, like the sensation in the back of your mind when you've forgotten something, but physical. Her skin prickled in slow waves, followed by a dull heat rising out of her aching muscles.

Suddenly, sharp pain blossomed through her entire body, followed by a flare-up of the heat she'd been feeling, the sensation of wrongness sharpening into one of pressure and tightness, like someone grabbing on each end of her limbs and torso and pulling. Pitching forward and looking down past the tiny work table, she saw her legs moving out past the edge, even though she wasn't moving them at all. Looking to the side at her friend Dean, her eyes went wide as she watched the top of his shaggy blond-brown head creeping further down below her eyeline. He turned to her and gasped, his gaze swivelling upwards.

"E–em, you're—"

She yelped as the tightness and pressure surged again, and if there was any doubt that she was growing taller it evaporated as she noticeably moved further away from Dean. The pressure also flowed and concentrated in her chest, building until she felt like her breasts were going to pop, the straps of her bra creaked out a protest and started cutting in savagely.

M-my boobs, what?— The realisation hit her as hard as the surge of growth had. I'm… I'm growing. Oh shit, it's the Big. She looked down at Dean in a panic, who was caught between concern and awe.

"I have to get out of here."

She tried to stand up, but another wave of ache and strain and another surge of size meant she struggled to pull the table out of the way. Her chest flared with pressure again and she heard her bra fail entirely with the snap of abused elastic, and that was where she gave up trying to exit quietly. She wrenched on the table, bending the cheap metal with an astonishing surge of strength and launched herself out of the seat. Dozens of eyes swivelled to her as her now-unimpeded bloating mounds surged forward with another wave of growth like filling water balloons. She easily cleared six feet tall now, her shirt showing a line of midriff and her jeans clinging to her like capris several sizes too small. Every motion was constricted but the Big was relentless, and the pressure of the fabric fought and lost against the pressure inside her pushing her very body inexorably up and out. She stumbled away from her seat, feeling her shirt split down across her shoulders and her jeans split across her rump. She heard her professor say something but all she could hear was static as her mind shut out everything but getting away from where she was.

She was close enough to the door to the room and sprinted for it, realising too late that she didn't fit easily under it any more and clocking herself on the top of the frame before she ducked under it. Out in the foyer she paused, mind racing about where to go and what to do next, and then screamed as an invisible force gripped on either end of her body and stretched it out again, adding another several inches of height. Students passing by to other classes stopped and stared, a few of them pulling out phones, as she snarled in frustration and ripped off the last lingering shreds of her shirt, breasts now larger than her head cascading out into the light of day with the hefty slap of flesh.

Looking around at the crowd of gawping bystanders and then down at her spasmodically-swelling body, there was there was no privacy anywhere close where she would have fit at this point, and continuing to run was pointless. She didn't know much about the Big, and she'd certainly never heard of a person whose Big was in their height before but she'd seen Big breasts, and that was enough to know she wasn't anywhere close to being done growing. She sat back against the wall with a resigned sigh, looked across to a man near her who was staring silent and wide-eyed, and this time the pressure and pain of the surge of growth to her breasts was joined by a slight satisfaction.

"Enjoying the view? I—uuughhh!"

Her toes flexed, her muscles tightening again as her legs stretched further out along the floor and her eyeline crept upwards. She wasn't merely growing taller, she was growing bigger too, her figure keeping proportion with her height, and with that surge of growth her jeans and underwear split and shredded, the scraps hanging from her enormous body and providing only token modesty that became even more token as her body expanded.

"Em?"

Dean was to her side, holding a curtain that had previously sat at the back of the classroom.

"I thought you might want, uh, you know. I wanted to help."

Even poor Dean was struggling to keep his eyes off Emily's gargantuan breasts, especially when Emily moaned and they visibly expanded in front of him, but he swallowed and threw the curtains over her. Emily looked down at him, panting a little bit as she felt herself growing again. The pain of her growth was fading slightly, but it was being replaced in even greater measure with mounting pleasure. It was physical, in that her breasts were growing in sensitivity at the same rate they expanded in size, but it was something else as well. Dean was so small now, not just shorter than her but smaller than her, and she could see in his eyes that he was simultaneously scared and fascinated by it; that fascinated her in turn. What could she do with someone, to someone, so much smaller than her.

"Is that all you wanted, Dean? Just to help?"

He looked up into her huge face as it broke into a moan when pressure bloomed in her boobs and she grew again, and he swallowed. Her hands cradled her breasts, which now curved down level with her navel, pulling inconceivable amounts of flesh up and back against her chest. If her breasts had been this size on her body ten minutes ago they would have been bigger than almost any normal woman's, but at her new height they defied reality, significantly more than the weight of a grown man in each pneumatic mountain.

"I, I–um, uh, I just want to make sure you're okay—"

All the muscles in her torso tightened and a wave of hot pressure forced even more volume into her hips and rear. Pounds upon pounds of new woman spun themselves into existence in a near-instant, making her hiss in pain and suppressed stimulation. Even the huge theatre curtain was increasingly not enough to keep her covered.

"Dean, how could I be okay? Look at me! It's fine, but don't act like you're trying to do anything but cop an eyeful—fuuuck!"

Her boobs filled with pressure and surged forward again, creeping further down her body, plumping up more against her grip, her areolas creeping out beyond where her palms could cover and her nipples alone expanding beyond what she could hold in each hand. She was struck by the image of flattening Dean under one of them, feeling his body completely helpless under the erotic bulk of one of her newly-minted mammaries. This was the most humiliating and awful experience of her life; how could it be making her horny?

"We called an ambulance. They're on their way… And, uh, the fire department."

"Oh, great." The idea was mortifying, but she also had to wave away the image of a group of buff firefighters grabbing her and lifting her out of the building and what she could do to thank them afterwards. Her lower body was blessedly still covered and she just had to hope that meant people couldn't see her rubbing her thighs together. There was nothing else to do but wait—and grow.

* * *

By the time the fire department arrived to extract her she'd finished growing at just over ten feet tall. They got her out, found her some fabric for a makeshift toga and… that was about it.

There was plenty of information and enough assistance for Big people to navigate a world not built for their hyper-sized extremities, but there weren’t enough giants and giantesses like her to be able to support each other. Her life as a Big person was mostly just learning as she went—and you learn a lot of very interesting things from her perspective.

For example, you learn that most buildings are lucky to even have eight-foot ceilings. With eight-foot ceilings, a ten-foot tall person can shuffle about on their knees. No such luck if they’re shorter. You also learn that most second floors of buildings can withstand up to around forty pounds of weight per square foot, and that therefore the second floors of most buildings certainly aren’t able to hold the weight of even just an eight hundred pound woman, let alone one with a ton of breast flesh as well.

You learn which parts of the city are open to you and which aren't. You learn that, ultimately, a lot of normal life goes on in places not designed for women ten feet tall. She stopped her reverie alongside her favourite café, favoured not because its coffee was especially good but because it had a high ceiling, and also—

"Good morning, Emily! Extra-extra-extra large special-milk latté and five chocolate eclairs?"

A swoop of green hair alongside an undershave crowned a pair of bright green eyes and wide smile that sparkled above a vast sea of coffee-brown tit-flesh. Thanks to the counter, Emily could only just see hints of the massive bulge barely contained in her shorts.

"Thanks, Tammy. Busy morning?"

"Busy enough to be comfortable, but quiet enough that I got to take a couple breaks, if you know what I mean."

The perky barista couldn't see Emily's blush from her vantage point, even when Emily squatted down next to the counter to continue the conversation. Emily knew exactly what she meant.

"It's nice to have Big customers I can be chill with. I mean yeah, being one of the unofficial Big hangouts is cool, and like, I like fucking a whole lot of hyper-sized hotties, but I like knowing Big people who aren't trying to get into my pants."

It was true that having a lot of Big people in the same place meant there was going to be a lot of fucking. Big bodies, Big appetites. Despite the unusual presentation of her Big, Emily was no different. The creeping arousal she'd felt as she transformed was just the first wave of her new, nearly-overwhelming sexual desires. Specifically, the desire more than anything else for ungodly, inconceivable amounts of cock.

She couldn't help it. At her size, most ordinary dick could barely even scratch the itch, let alone satisfy her. While there was a lot of fun to be had with ordinary-sized people she wanted to be railed. Even Big people were often at best acceptable for her appetites, a night with even the two-or-three-foot cock that was standard issue for Big penis leaving her desperate for more. She wished nothing more than to be happy with that, to be able to be satisfied with the Big people around which she spent a lot of her life, but everything she did to sate her libido only left her yearning for what she knew she really wanted.

She sipped her drink and inhaled one of the pastries in a single mouthful. Tammy was still chatting away, but Emily's attention was drifting until she realised the last thing the girl said was a question.

"Sorry, what?"

"Earth to the big lady, I asked if Moss caught up with you. They said they had news for you."

She shook her head, but Tammy looked up and around her as she stuffed another pastry in her mouth. "Oh hey, speak of the devil."

Moss's slim figure strolled toward them, perfectly made-up with sharp eyeliner and green-sticked lips and a slim, well-groomed moustache above massive, plunging cleavage, a trim midriff and slim hips packed into a pair of tight leggings that left nothing to the imagination.

Moss got hit with what they liked to call a "gender cocktail" when they became Big. The Big usually followed the anatomy it was handed, although cis girls grew penises at a higher rate than one would normally expect. Moss's Big looked at sexual dimorphism and went "no." None of their factory-installed parts were touched, but instead the Big awarded them a huge pair of breasts that sprouted from absolutely nothing, and a deep, dripping vagina crowned by a mound of puffy pussy lips below their testicles.

"Morning, girls. Em, there's someone you absolutely have to meet."

Emily leaned down further. "Meet? What do you mean?"

Moss smiled. "Girl, come on, I know your shit. New Big girl as of a couple of days ago, I need you two to meet up."

"I prefer guys, Moss—"

"You'll be into this one, trust me."

Despite herself, Emily was intrigued. "Hmm. Does she know about this place? Maybe you could bring her here."

They shook their head. "Nope, won't work. You'd have to go to her place."

"That's a hell of a first date, even for someone like us. What's her deal?"

"Ooh, I don't want to spoil the surprise. Are you keen? I can text her right now."

Tammy nudged her hand. "Free coffee on me if you do it."

She looked between the two of them, suddenly struck again by how small they were. It's not as if going to someone's house could be that dangerous for her, could it? Might as well try and make something good of her size, and now she was intrigued as to what could be this interesting to her but so very secret.

"Okay, sure. What's her address?"

* * *

"Her place" turned out to be a warehouse in the industrial district, a few streets off the main road such that the sound of traffic was still present, but faint, a whoosh and a rush of air.

Emily checked her phone (actually a large tablet computer) to confirm the address, and adjusted her skirt. She didn't have many clothes, most of what she had that wasn't wraps and togas was the product of an extremely good friend with some sewing skills, but underneath what was somewhere between a black cloak and a trenchcoat, she was wearing just a bikini top only barely large enough to cover her areolas, and otherwise held together with thin straps, and a skirt that was less a skirt and more a cylinder of fabric not long enough to cover the bottom of a buttock.

A doorbell was rigged up next to the slightly rusting metal door, one of the wireless ones that only needed a battery, with a small intercom speaker in the bottom. She squatted down and bent forward to press it, hearing the rough buzz from somewhere inside. A pause, then a high, light voice rolled out through crackling interference.

"Yeah?"

"Um. This is Emily? Emily Milsborough? Moss said they texted you."

"Oh yeah! One second."

She heard a buzz, then the door clunked as a solenoid activated and pulled the lock open. She looked across at the top of the door, then down at her splayed legs, and sighed, getting onto her hands and knees to crawl through the door. The issue with that, of course, is the moment she bent over her breasts swung forward, slapping against the back of her arms and started to drag along the ground, making her awkwardly hoist and shove them through the door as she shuffled through bit by bit. The Big made sure she could still lift them without effort, but that didn't help for when they physically couldn't fit somewhere, and it also meant that she sometimes forgot exactly how heavy they really were. She left a massive dent in the thin metal sheathing of the warehouse door frame when one swayed a bit out of her control and bumped into it with the force of a gently rolling hatchback as she grunted and heaved her massive body inside.

Inside, a portion of the warehouse had been cordoned off and hastily made semi-livable with a floor rug, some privacy curtains and various mod-cons. A girl was sitting on a large bed, leaning back against the headboard, totally nude. She had long, frizzy red hair that fanned out across the wrinkled white sheets that framed a delicate face with small, round features and a strong dusting of freckles. Her body was slim and narrow, with prominent collarbones and small, pointy breasts. Her skinny legs were spread around a huge, ridiculous cushion, which—

Emily's mouth went dry. Her legs were spread around her testicles. Loose pale skin draped in folds across two elongated orbs that each would have been more than two and a half feet across. That meant that trailing off to the side from between her legs then, a two-foot-long slab thicker around than her entire torso like an inconceivable fleshy hose, was…

She looked Emily up and down and raised her eyebrows as her mouth dropped open. "Wow, hi. Moss said you were tall but they didn't say how tall. Or anything about the tits. I'm Tegan, very, very pleased to meet you."

Emily's tongue stumbled over her words. "I-I um, is… Is that really…"

Tegan stuck out her tongue. "What else could it be? Yeah, it's my junk. About four days old. The Big couldn't give me, you know, massive sexy boobs or a huge fat ass, or even one of those giant pussies, just…" She gestured vaguely to the gently jostling mass between her legs, "this shit. So big I can barely move."

Emily didn't reply, still staring in dumbstruck awe. Tegan shifted, rolling over as much as she was able. "What about you, though? Damn. You must have women throwing themselves at you."

The question threw off Emily's reverie, jolting her back to where she was. She realised that, over in the corner a short distance from Tegan's little oasis was the silhouette of an above-ground pool, which was full to overflowing. "I… I don't know really, I've been with a couple of girls but I'm not really that into girls…"

Tegan's brow crinkled. "Then why did Moss send you here? Like they knew what I'm into, but—"

She followed Emily's eyes again, which had fixed themselves back onto the rubbery log of her cock. "Ohhhh, I get it. Hah. A giant woman who's a size queen?"

"H–hey!" She flushed, drawing back slightly, chest bouncing with the motion. "I'm not a size queen! I just, you know. I have needs."

"Oh, I bet." Tegan rolled back over onto her back, still looking up and down Emily's body. "I bet you can't even feel a regular dude in that super-size snatch, can you?"

She flushed harder. "Th–that's not… I have plenty of fun with all sorts of men!"

Tegan's eyes narrowed with a playful and mildly malicious cast as she turned over again, propping herself up on one elbow. Emily felt like she was both staring at her body and looking right through her.

"I'm sure you do. But it's not enough. It's not what you want." This time there was no mere cast to her face, her grin rose out like a shark. "You don't just want sex, you want to be fucking railed."

Emily wasn't sure how she'd expected this meeting to go but this wasn't it. On the other hand, her gaze still unconsciously slid back to Tegan's cock like it was magnetic and she had to admit the girl was right.

"Well, how about you come over here and show me how much you want me to rail you?"

Tegan shifted back, cradling her balls to gently nudge them off the bed where they hit the ground with a tremendous thunk, bouncing and sloshing to a stop as Tegan winced. Her flaccid cock followed them, draping down into the deep cleft they made in her billowy scrotum. Emily, her eyes fixed on the massive log of Tegan's penis, knelt carefully down in front of the spreading altar of hyper-sized genitalia between the tiny girl's legs. Even kneeling with Tegan sitting on the edge of the bed, Emily towered over her and the mass of her breasts far outsized Tegan's entire body. She grinned madly looking up at the vast expanse of jiggling flesh only barely covered by Emily's cloak. Emily looked down at Tegan, following her eyes as they watched the gentle but powerful motions in her chest, and slipped the coat off her shoulders.

Tegan's grin grew even wider at Emily revealing the smooth curves of the acres of her breasts visible around the miniscule triangles of fabric that passed for a bikini. They bounced off each other with wild abandon, only their sheer weight preventing more violent motions.

"Holy shit, I love women."

"Oh, you like them, do you?" Emily slapped them together in a motion that would be called light if it wasn't moving a full ton of mammary glands in a ponderous dance. "I bet they're the biggest you've ever seen, huh?"

"Psh, I've totally seen bigger!.. On the Internet…" Tegan finished the sentence in a mutter. "Bet this is the biggest dick you've ever seen though."

Emily shuffled her knees back so she could bend down further, nearly on all fours, and reached past her chest, picking up the heavy log of Tegan's cock and lifting it into view. "Hmm, not yet it isn't."

Tegan pouted, her eyes fixed on Emily's hanging cleavage as her boobs bobbed against each other. "Yeah, well, give it a minute—it takes a bit longer to get completely hard, okay?"

Emily considered that fact as she held Tegan's dick. It was large even in her enormous hands, the covered glans the size of a basketball. "Really? H-how big does it get?"

She took a deep breath as Emily's hands roamed across her flaccid pole. "Keep doing that and you'll find out."

Emily gripped and slid the skin back down, watching it stretch over the head and pull back. As much as she'd teased earlier the sheer size of this thing, even soft, was staggering. In shape and form it was very similar to ones she'd already seen but like it had just been scaled up ten times its size. She heard Tegan take a long, laboured breath as her fingers danced gently over the soft flesh, starting to pulse with erection.

"You can feel that?"

"Mmf. Y-yeah, of course I can. You can feel people touching your tits, can't you—uuuhhh!"

She stopped, shuddering as Emily grinned, leaned forward and pressed her lips against the top of the glans. It was just a kiss, but it was enough to leave Tegan rolling her eyes back with a dopey grin.

"Oh, shit, is that what it feels like?!"

"I'm just getting started, Tegan."

Tegan managed to push a wicked expression up over the mounting pleasure with which she was being assaulted. "Y-yeah, you probably know your way around a dick, don't you?"

Emily cocked her head, eyebrows rising. "Calling me a slut, really? We're both Big, you know you're as much of a slut as I am."

"But I've got a dick now, that means I can't be a slut—isn't that how it works?"

"You're a brat." She licked up the swelling underside of Tegan's dick, from about halfway down all the way up to the tip. Tegan's expression broke into a squeal as her tongue slipped inside the slit, flicking and wiggling before she retreated and settled into slowly stroking it. She could feel the pulsing and throbbing inside it as Tegan's body slowly kicked her erection into gear.

"Sh-ffu-oh shit, what are you—eeeeeaaahhh!" She yelped as Emily sucked on the tip again while stroking with both hands. "Oh fuck, it's so good to finally have someone big enough to actually do this properly!"

Emily restrained herself from going harder, maintaining a slow but firm rhythm pumping the girl's shaft. Watching a penis grow hard as she played with it was always fascinating but this was utterly phenomenal. The sluggishness with which Tegan got erect may have been torturous for her but for Emily it meant even longer getting to appreciate every detail of how it moved and reacted as it grew at a resolution that simply hadn't ever been possible before. As well as its size, and the heavy motions it was capable of with its weight, the harder it got the more it started to leak, rivulets of precum starting to belch from the slit. The longer she worked at it, though, watching it pulse and throb and get bigger and harder, when it hit about four feet long a slight sense of trepidation began to dawn on her.

"T-Tegan… Seriously, how big does it get?"

The girl was sprawled back on the bed, tongue hanging from her mouth. Beneath her swelling shaft, lying on the ground in front of Emily's hanging breasts mashed into the floor, her balls twitched and churned. She looked up, marshalling her thoughts to try and reply.

"You've still got a way to go, giantess. K-keep it uuuuhhhhppp…"

Emily pressed on, watching in awe as the titanic organ between her hands kept throbbing, oozing, leaking and growing. Nothing in her three months of experience with Big people could have prepared her for the surreal awe of watching something like this, let alone holding it and playing with it. Five feet long—as tall or taller than some people, certainly now taller than its adorable little owner, rivers of precum leaking down its stretching shaft, and still going. Her pumping had become long, slow strokes now, Emily making sure her powerful hands were tugging on as much cock as she could manage.

"Fuuuuck, I-th-this is so gooood, ppllleaase…"

Emily pushed it slightly to one side, pressing the side of her face against it while looking down at Tegan. "Sit up."

Tegan pouted. "No, I'm good, k-keep doing that."

"Trust me, it'll be worth it."

Tegan groaned, pushing herself up and sliding further to the edge of the bed. She looked utterly comical attached to the tree-trunk thick six-foot dick projecting out from between her skinny thighs, like an afterthought to her own genitals.

"What are you—ohhhh."

Emily looked her in the eyes and pulled aside the last scraps of fabric separating her from nudity. Even kneeling she towered over Tegan (though not her penis) now with her impossibly enormous nipples crowning acres of wobbling breastflesh. With Tegan's cock now angled at her, she grabbed it, moving forward while pulling it against herself.

Hugging the shaft, she slipped it between her breasts. She'd learned to be cautious with her breasts; a broken pelvis early on in her Big life was the first and only reminder she needed that while she could tote around a ton of boob like it was nothing, it wasn't nothing to most of her partners. The same didn't apply for the fun bits of other Big people, though—Tegan's dick could take whatever her body could dish out and that might have been what she was most excited about. She squeezed them together in a tight hug, her pussy pulsing as she heard Tegan squeal in pleasure, and began to pump her tits up and down the throbbing trunk.

On downstrokes she ducked forward, pushing her face against the enormous head and kissing it, letting it smear precum across her lips and cheeks, or even pushing her tongue into the slit again to feel the immediate reaction from Tegan. This was what she'd dreamed of, the cock of her deepest fantasies that occupied her every waking thought since she'd transformed. Even just the sensation of it gliding between her sensitive breasts was more of a thrill than anything she'd experienced so far and she was only getting started.

Tegan moaned and mewled, propping herself up on shaking arms. Emily had been honest about not preferring girls, even ones with Big dicks. In this situation, playing with the penis of her dreams, her soft, feminine little whiles were suddenly very appealing.

"E-Emily, I-oh, fuck, you're so—I'm-I'm gonna—"

By this point Emily had enough experience to know when somebody was about to cum. She'd seen more than enough of the motions, the changes in someone's heartbeat and breathing, the subtle signs she could pick up through her sensitive body, but Tegan's caught her as much by surprise as it seemed to catch Tegan. The gigantic cock flexed, powerfully enough that it even shifted Emily's massive body, and without any further warning, she came.

Every person with Big balls came in quantities far beyond any normal person. Tegan's titanic orgasm compared to other Big people the way they compared to ordinary people. Her first shot alone was a tremendous burst of semen larger than anything Emily had ever seen in one place, a high-speed torrent of white goo that fired for five or six seconds straight, hitting her in the face like a firehose and splattering thick, dense ropes in every direction.

Emily choked, rearing back in shock. Tegan screamed and her dick lurched and shot again, even harder. Gallons upon gallons upon gallons of concentrated baby batter surged from her dick, the slit spreading apart from the sheer volume. Because Emily let go, it pulled upwards, flicking a hefty rope of Tegan's love into the air in a heavy but graceful arc that landed in a line from Emily's cleavage across to the bed and over Tegan's body. Her cock then pumped straight upwards for the remainder of her ejaculation, cum hitting the ceiling and then fountaining down across the pair. Tegan panted, held in limbo for just a moment, then let out another choking cry.

This time Emily grabbed her cock and pulled it down again, using all of her weight and strength to keep it pointing at her face, and was rewarded with another geyser of semen that hit her with a fluid slap and splattered across her face and down her chest. Her pussy buzzed with delight as Tegan's pole basted her with love, gallons of pearly goo cascading down her face and body. Holding on with one hand she ran the other through the flood, feeling the heat, running it along her tongue and smearing it against her skin, finally experiencing a Big dick in the way every other girl could.

Tegan kept going, squealing, moaning, her cock rallying again and again with more massive cumshots. Each time the force and volume started to ease off, but "easing off" still meant a gallon at a time. It dripped off Emily in massive stalactites, hitting the floor with thick slapping noises and spreading out in a viscous puddle. She finally collapsed back as the flow halted, now, just globs of it belching from the tip and slowly rolling down her shaft.

"Oh my God, Tegan."

Tegan groaned happily. Her cock was still resolutely erect, twitching, a faint stream of spunk dripping from the end. Pearlescent carnage surrounded her in every direction but especially from the waist down. Emily scraped a coating of goo from out of her eyes, paused for a moment, and licked her hand.

"Is it like that for you every time?"

Tegan made a vague noise of reply, still marinating in hyper-powered afterglow. She snapped out of it slightly only when Emily got back up on her knees to start kissing the underside of her glans again.

"Buh? Em, fuuck, what are you doing?"

She smiled around the fleshy trunk. "Well, you weren't answering so I decided to, well, take matters into my own hands."

Tegan groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead. "Fuck. No, it's… I mean, it's a lot every time—" She whined slightly as Emily gripped her shaft, "—but that was insane."

Emily's breathing caught a little as she considered that answer. "Do you, um, know your stats yet?"

Tegan propped herself up on her elbows again. It was a standard question-slash-pickup line with Big people but she hadn't had someone actually ask it yet. "Six feet long. Four and a half feet around. And, uh, something like two hundred gallons."

Emily choked. "T-two hundred?!"

"Uh, yeah. Depending."

Emily let those numbers run through her head for a moment, then nodded, pulling back and sitting back on her rump.

"Well, if you liked what I did for you that much there's something you can do for me, now."

Tegan watched with bemused interest, then widened her eyes as Emily laid back on the ground, lifting her legs in the air and spreading them apart. Her cock throbbed hard at the sight and she swallowed in an equal mix of fascination and trepidation.

"I-I, um, I'm—W-will I fit?"

"Of course you will. We all fit in each other."

Tegan's breath was coming hard now. "Th-they said I m-might not, they've never—Never seen someone as big as me."

Emily bit her lip watching the massive organ lurching and shaking. "They said that about me, too. Tegan, I need you to fuck me."

All of the slim girl's bravado from earlier had evaporated on the actual cusp of her first real sex with her new cock. She nodded, swinging her legs off the bed and pushing herself up. Her skinny arms and tiny hands slipped underneath the base of her cock to hold it up, an almost comical sight. The shaft occupied a ludicrous amount of space between her upper thighs, her hips wider by pure necessity. Her legs wobbled under the weight, and for a moment she struggled to find footing around the tremendous mass of her testicles until she stepped past them, letting her scrotum stretch back between her legs. Her gaze was directed downwards, past her dick, to the enormous treasure between Emily's legs.

There was nothing capital-B-Big about Emily's vulva, but Tegan had never in her life actually seen a vagina big enough that her entire head would have fit inside it. It was puffy and soft, glistening with Emily's juices, and crowned by an erect clitoris the size of a softball. Tegan had already liked girls before her transformation, and becoming Big had only made her appreciate pussy even more. In her old life she would have been thinking fingers or tongue, or maybe a toy, but nothing she'd ever done with a pussy in her old life would have applied to this super-sized cunt on display in front of her—but now she had a far more useful tool for it.

She just needed to work up the mettle to actually use it.

Emily propped herself up, regarding Tegan with wry amusement.

"Oh? What happened to all that bravado?"

She bristled, her affront fighting with her fear, watching that enormous beautiful face smirking at her. One last gaze across Emily's body and an answering pulse all along the length of her shaft let her need take over and she stepped forward.

When the tip lined up and kissed Emily's slit they both waited in awe. The situation looked so right in a strange way; If you zoomed in, considering only their union in frame, it could have been any other Big couple instead of a pair of freaks among freaks. An outsize cock, sure, but one that was only overly large for its intended target rather than being bigger than many people, aimed at a woman who wasn't ten feet tall.

Tegan took a deep breath and pushed. Her first thrust spread Emily apart and pushed her massive girth inside the girl a full foot deep. Both girls gasped and sat speechless and nearly motionless for a moment. Emily felt herself stretch, finally, gloriously, her insides properly filling and her body being properly used for the first time since she transformed. Tegan could feel the warm grip and pressure around her cock for the first time ever. Tegan hung in the air in unexpected, glorious bliss for another moment before pulling herself together enough to push again.

Emily's body swallowed the intruder readily, exultantly, not necessarily effortlessly but without struggle. She could feel her body spreading apart in its wake, more than she could have thought possible, more than she could ever have imagined, and she moaned in utter, incomparable delight.

"Y-yes, Tegan, oh fuck, please, please, keep going—"

The outline of Tegan's dick started to push up against Emily's soft stomach from inside as Tegan grunted and kept pushing, her feet struggling for traction on the ground to push herself forward. Even though she could normally lift and move her own body when it came to actually interacting with another Big body things were different; she could truly feel the effort of moving that much of herself inside somebody else and it left her sweating and groaning, fighting against the pleasure that threatened to paralyse her with every inch of ground she gained. The reality of the sheer mechanics of having sex with the size differential between her body and her genitals sunk in by the moment but she refused to retreat or give up.

Emily was paying little attention to Tegan's struggle. Her hips were writhing and bouncing as she worked more of Tegan inside herself, the inside of her brain a white-hot blank of months and months of the exact pleasure she'd yearned for but the reality of her body had denied her. Nothing she'd done, nobody she'd slept with, none of the pleasure her new body had brought her for months compared to this cock slipping inside her. Nothing even came close. Her titanic chest heaved back and forth, sloshing in tidal waves of breastflesh as she shook and squealed. Vibrations shuddered through the concrete floor each time her rump slapped against it as she kept trying to force Tegan further inside her.

Tegan painstakingly moved further and further, the mass of her cock now starting to rise up out of Emily's stretching midriff, nearly sobbing drying to deal with the assault of sensation and the effort. Bit by bit more of her bulged out of Emily's stomach until Tegan found herself nestled between her enormous thighs, her pelvis pressed against Emily's mound, buried fully to the hilt inside her.

Emily rose up, arching her hips up again, and this time Tegan felt herself lifted off the ground, her legs kicking in sudden freedom. She gripped onto Emily's thighs to stay stable and that changed her leverage, pulling her some way out of Emily and thrusting her back in as her hips bucked. Emily couldn't really see what was happening and to her it just felt like Tegan was finding a delicious rhythm, and she babbled and cooed at Tegan to keep going, entreating her for harder, deeper.

Tegan surfed the waves of Emily's bucking body until her feet hit the ground again, operating on pure instinct as much as intent to pull her slim rump back as far as she could. A foot of her cock slid out of Emily, glistening with her juices, and with a growl Tegan thrust it back to the hilt inside her again.

In terms of the sizes of their bodies it wasn't a lot of movement, but driving a full foot of a cock as thick as a tree-trunk was more than enough to stir Emily up exactly the way she needed and drag her silken grip all the way up and down what felt like the endless length of Tegan's dick now that it was actually doing what it was meant to do. Her muscles burned with unfamiliar effort, hips tight and aching, but nothing could possibly have made her stop at this point. The pair's ecstatic cries mingled together over the booming thumps of Emily's thrashing body and the wet slaps of Tegan's thrusts.

"E-Emily, I'm—I can't…"

"Cum for me, cum for me Tegan, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to—"

What felt like every single muscle in Tegan's body tightened, the sensation drawing in towards her groin. Her pelvic floor groaned with the strain under which it was being placed. Orgasms in her new body were always an imposing, almost terrifying experience, as the body channelled forces no human was ever really meant to experience, and this one was going to be bigger than anything so far. She both slumped and tensed at the same time as she lost control over her straining limbs, trembling, moaning and drooling into Emily's stomach. The moans rose into a scream as the building sensation finally broke, the tightness reaching its absolute limit as she came.

Emily felt the surge of spunk travelling all the way up and then bloom inside her with a tremendous heave of Tegan's cock, her womb immediately filling and starting to bloat with a massive load of hot fluid. Feeling her insides stretch out as Tegan unloaded inside her finally tipped her over the edge as well. She screamed, her hips rising off the ground and pulling Tegan up with them again, but that didn't stop Tegan's second, even larger hyper-powered deluge of cum from bloating her out even more. There were gallons upon gallons inside her now and Tegan was only getting started.

Each flood of Tegan's cum up inside her increased the pressure and the feeling of her abdomen stretching, already to a degree she'd never experienced before, and poured more fuel on the fire of her mind-breaking orgasm. Tegan would scream and arch, her balls would gurgle, and Emily would bloat even more, the experience stretching out to the point where Tegan could no longer tell if it was ecstasy or torture. Emily's entire world was replaced with being endlessly swollen from inside and Tegan's entire mind was devoted to what felt like an endlessly-ejaculating cock.

Finally the pulsations died down, the iron grip of orgasm loosing itself from Tegan's helpless body and she could slump against the vast wall of belly she'd created. Emily was lying back, moaning in exquisite afterglow, cradling a stomach that defied comparison, a vast orb of pale flesh that jiggled and wobbled with two hundred gallons of the viscous bounty she'd extracted from her lover. Tegan sighed as she pressed against it, suspended by springy skin, letting its heat gently warm her body. More than simply just the relief of afterglow and the pleasant texture of Emily's body was the knowledge that Emily was like this because of her, that she was capable of turning this enormous, beautiful, incredible woman into an immobile monument to her own virility.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. That was—Mmmph." She hugged Emily's stomach, just letting the tension drain out of her body. "I feel like I've been waiting for that my entire life."

Emily groaned, trying to shift herself and failing. Unlike her own assets she had no special ability to lift sixteen hundred pounds of spunk, even when it was contained inside her. Her body was also refusing to obey her commands, absolutely sapped of strength by the hyper-amplified orgasm she'd just had for the last few minutes. It felt good, though, the weakness of just having run a mile, the contented endorphins of her body being used up in the way it was meant to be used.

Tegan and Emily both moaned in aftershocks when Tegan pulled herself out. Tegan then pulled herself up and around, skirting the edge of Emily's swollen belly and the vast projections of her breasts to slide up face-to-face with Emily, dragging her enormous scrotum behind her.

The two caught eyes for a moment, and kissed. It was an odd moment to share with somebody whom she'd just finished railing with a cock the size of a tree and stuffing to the brim with semen, but it was intimate and tender, and something Tegan was feeling like she needed. It was grounding, bringing her back down to earth from the heights of fucking while Big. That feeling lasted a moment until the sheer size of Emily's face and lips against hers sunk in, and then further as Emily's massive hand curled around the back of her head like she was holding a baseball. That sensation sent shivers straight down her spine and up the softening length of her cock.

"Mmm. I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." As Emily's voice rolled across her ears, she felt the hand behind her head slip down her back, and the quiet strength it held kept buzzing Tegan's libido until it came to rest on her pert little behind.

"I want to see you again, Tegan. I need to see you again. God, I'm—I'm so full. I didn't think I'd ever get to feel like this. I… I don't think I can live without ever feeling like this again."

Tegan considered a sarcastic reply for a moment, but then pushed harder against Emily. "I think you might have ruined me for any other person."

She felt Emily's hand move around, resting against the base of her dick and pushing it against her swollen belly. "Well. It's settled, then. We'll work out the details later. Until then… Want to see how much bigger I can get?"