“Silence!” the angry giant roared. He jerked his arm free of Tara’s grip and furiously knocked her aside. With a shriek, Tara flew into the pool, landing in the deep end with a splash. Kyle hardly seemed to notice. All his attention remained fixed on you.
“You weren’t gonna have girls fight for you, were you, you little pussy?” he growled.
Darkness ringed your vision. The noises around you were becoming distant and garbled. You knew you were about to black out. You figured you only had one option. It was a low blow, but you were seriously afraid for your life by this point.
“Seerrry,” you managed to gargle out, apologizing in advance. With the last of your strength, you brought your right leg back and kicked it forward, landing a solid hit right in Kyle’s grapefruit-sized balls, visible under the tattered remnants of his trunks.
The giant roared in pain and rage, but your immediate concern was addressed; Kyle dropped you. You crumpled to the ground and rubbed your neck, thankfully taking great gulps of air.
The relief was short lived. A shadow fell over you. With a grimace you looked up and saw Kyle purple faced with rage.
“You little bastard!” He roared. He lifted a leg up. “I’m gonna-“ He stopped, looking confused. Kyle’s head whipped around, taking in how much shorter everyone was now. The reality of what had happened to him dawned. He looked down at himself and finally noticed his tattered trunks and massive, erect cock. You expected him to start freaking out, or even to grow even angrier. What he did instead was far scarier.
He smirked. “Get up,” he said.
“Uhhh…” You hesitated.
“I said get up!” Kyle jerked you upright like you were a child. Then to your horror, he ripped off shreds of his trunks. His cock seemed to swell even bigger and harder with its freedom. The thing was at least as long as your forearm, and as big around. Kyle grabbed the back of your head.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
Your eyes went wide. You heard the party goers gasp. You looked from Kyle’s monster cock to his face. Then you noticed that nervous whispers were shooting among the crowd, and some people’s attention was flitting from Kyle to someone behind him. For your part, you couldn’t see anything past the muscular behemoth.
Kyle glared at you and waggled his hips a little, sending his cock bouncing and seemingly swelling even bigger. “You heard me, you little bitch,” he growled. “I said suck it.” His grip on you tightened. “Or you can make up for kicking me in the balls some other way.”
“I…I…I…” you stammered.
“KYLE!”
Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at the interruption, but his face quickly slipped back into a scowl. He turned around. “WHAAaaaaa….” The angry shout died as he saw who was behind him.
Your jaw dropped as Kyle no longer blocked your view, and you saw the same sight. Tara stood frowning at Kyle, hands on hips, flanked by two other girls. The entire pool party was now staring at the three young women, and most of that attention was focused on Tara, for two very big reasons.
At least beyond the two very big reasons on her bare chest, for most obviously, Tara was completely naked. Every inch of her tan skin, still wet from the pool, gleamed in the sunlight. If Tara was self-conscious at all with her nudity, she gave no sign of it as she stared down at Kyle, scowling.
Yes, stared down at Kyle, for that was the second thing that had drawn every eye to Tara. The 7 foot bully didn’t even reach Tara’s shoulders, and she was standing in 5-foot deep water! Tara had to be around 15 feet tall! For your part, you were eye-level with breasts bigger than your head, capped by dark, erect nipples.
Tara’s two companions were noticeably smaller than her, neither one even reaching her chin, but that still made them twice the size of many of the guests. On her left was your and Tara’s mutual friend Taylor. Already a fairly tall girl, Taylor now had to stand more than 10 feet tall. While not nude like Tara, her blue one-piece was struggling to contain her enlarged form. It had already completely ripped around her midsection, exposing a broad expanse of her pale, toned stomach, and her chest and hips were straining the remaining fabric clinging to her body. Whatever had enlarged the girls had been extra kind to Taylor. She had been a bit of beanpole, with modest A-cups. Now, her freckled boobs spilled out the top and sides of her overflowing top, and every breath threatened to destroy the ruined bathing suit completely. Taylor seemed to be a bit more flustered about this business than Tara. One arm was wrapped around her torso, ready to cover whatever needed it first, while her other hand nervously twirled a lock of frizzy auburn hair as she gave the party goers an uneasy grin.
Standing to Tara’s right was a black girl, another friend of Tara’s whom you recognized but whose name you didn’t know. Taller than Taylor, but shorter than Tara, you figured she was about 12 or 13 feet tall. She seemed to have taken to her growth spurt more readily, though, as she stood smirking at Kyle, hands on hips. She either was unaware or didn’t care that her bikini, though still valiantly wrapped around her generous curves, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her bikini bottom was now not much more than an thong, buried deep in her crotch and, (presumably- you couldn’t see behind her) her ass. As for her top, two frayed panels of orange fabric barely concealed a pair of erect nipples. Dark boobflesh overflowed the cups on all sides, and large dark areolas were visible framing the bikini.
Murmurs, both excited and frightened, shot through the crowd of party goers. These abruptly ceased as Tara reached out and gently cupped Kyle balls with one hand. From the giant girl’s perspective, his impressive endowments weren’t much larger than golf balls.
“Kyle, Kyle, Kyle,” Tara said gently “What did I say about being a jerk at my party.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes burned. She gently stroked one long finger along Kyle cock as she spoke.
Kyle didn’t answer. His eyes were closed and he bit his lip as Tara continued to stroke him.
“You don’t know, I guess,” Tara went on. “You just ignored me, and threw me into the pool. That wasn’t very nice.” She stopped stroking. “Was it?”
Kyle opened his eyes, staring at the girl who until a few minutes ago was a foot and half shorter than him, and now was 8 feet taller. “Uhh, no…?” He sounded uncertain.
“No, it wasn’t,” Tara agreed. Kyle yelped as her grip on his balls suddenly tightened. “Not very nice at all. And what you did to Dan? What the fuck, Kyle?”
Kyle didn’t answer. His face was contorted with pain as Tara increased the pressure on his balls.
“I don’t think I want you at my party anymore, Kyle.” By now tears were running down Kyle’s face. “I think you should go.” Kyle made a disturbing squeaky noise as Tara gave him one last squeeze. Then she released his crotch. Giving him a dangerous smile, Tara placed one enormous palm on Kyle’s chest. Her splayed fingers covered pretty much his entire torso. She held her hand there for a moment, letting the bully stew in how outclassed he was, then gave him a shove.
Though Tara appeared to exert no real effort on her part, Kyle went flying. You barely managed to avoid him. He tumbled backwards, head over heels, and came to a stop against a large shrub. He lay there for a long moment; it sounded like he was sobbing.
“Kyle…” A note of warning was in Tara's voice.
Kyle’s face snapped to Tara’s, eyes wide. He leapt to his feet and sprinted through the gate in the backyard fence, not ever bothering to do anything about his nudity.
Tara let out a deep breath that you hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She looked down at you, now blushing a little. “I’m glad that worked. I was half-afraid he was going to grow bigger, too. Sorry about that asshole.”
You stared up at your giant friend, or more accurately her chest. “Tara! What-? But- How?”
Tara blushed deeper as she gauged where your eyes were fixed, and realized the entire backyard was soaking in the same view. She adjusted her arms to cover her most private areas. With her not forcing herself to be intimidating now, you realized that Tara wasn’t too thrilled about being the naked 15 foot tall center of attention.
Wait, 15 feet tall? You looked Tara up and down again. Had her knees been above the edge of the pool a minute ago? You focused, and sure enough, Tara’s knees were rising higher above the water’s surface. She was still growing! In fact, all three of the girls were rising higher and higher!
“I think it was that stupid squirt gun of yours,” Tara said. “Kyle grew after you shot him. He broke it open, tossed it into the pool, and threw me in, and next thing I know Taylor and Michelle and I are bursting out of our swimsuits.”
As if to punctuate her statement, Tara’s ebony friend’s- Michelle’s- top finally gave up its struggle against her overwhelming chest. Two dark breasts, each capped with a stiff nipple as big around as a half dollar and longer than my thumb, bounced in their new freedom.
Suddenly you heard more excited chatter coming from the crowd at the other end of the pool. Their attention seemed to be on a few people in the water at that end. You watched them, eyes wide. Sure enough, the swimmers were growing, their heads and chests visibly rising higher and higher above the surface of the water. Some of the young men and women were looking around nervously, while others were staring down at their expanding bodies with undisguised glee.
You realized then that Tara must be right. Whatever had been in the gun was now distributed through the whole pool, making the swimmers grow! But how far was this going to go?
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