This choice: Kyle & Tara are confused and disoriented by their new size- as is everyone else • Go Back...Chapter #5Kyle & Tara are confused and disoriented by the... by: Ubersalamander The nude bodies of the giants loom overhead. Your height reaches about two-thirds of the way up Kyle’s shin; a foot as long as you are shakes the ground as it crashes down.
“Oh my god…” Tara gasps, far above. Her body falls against Kyle’s, and his enormous arms wrap around her protectively. However, his gaze falls on the world below him.
“What… the… fuck…”
“You!” The sudden voice startles you, forcing you to look up to Tara. “You did this!” she hisses. “Turned us into giant freaks!” Her body peels from the man’s, and her shadow looms over you. Despite the fear welling in your stomach, your eyes are drawn to the shake of her giant breasts as the mounds freely sway apart and slam together with every move she makes. The earth quakes beneath you, and the screams of your fellow party goers assault your eardrums. Tara looms over you so close that you can barely see her face beyond the curve of her tits. “Fix. This.”
Her words make you shiver. You’ve never seen her so angry. Was it some effect of the gun, or was she truly this upset over being fifty feet tall? Her glare reminds you that there’s no time to contemplate it. Your hands shake as you bring the gun up to flip it to ‘minus’… and the device fumbles from your grasp. You dart down and pick it up, aware of her eyes boring into you the entire time. Again you try the switch, but the track has been bent from the fall. It won’t budge.
“I… I can’t,” you call up to her. “It’s stuck.”
A wave of red washes over Tara. You almost think steam is going to shoot from her ears. But then, something slams into your stomach tossing you into a crumpled heap some distance away. It wasn’t even a kick for her— it was more like a prod— but to you, it was like being hit in the chest by sack of hams. Wincing from the pain, you look up as her foot slams down beside you. A stack of presents— her presents— are squashed beneath the massive weight of the appendage. Her shadow is on you. Her hand descends.
Adrenaline stands you up, and an instant later the glass door slides closed behind you. Her enormous set of feet kick aside picnic tables as if they were made of plastic. You think you are safe.. until she drops down. Her breasts scrape the dirt, but her hand jumps forward. Glass flies and partiers shriek as gigantic digits, once so delicate and soft, reach inside the house with malicious intent.
“Tara!” It’s Kyle. You’d forgotten all about him.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make him—“
“Check it out!” Is all the man replies.
Tara’s rage quiets. Her hand retreats. She turns, and behind her you see the giant form of Kyle standing next to a tree. For some reason, his fingers are wrapped around his cock.
“What are you doing?” Tara says.
“I’m thicker than the tree!”
“That’s… nice?” She says dismissively, but then she seems to give it some more thought. “That is nice…”
“Where is that little runt?” The ground shakes as the giant approaches. You watch his foot loom over, crush, and bury the grill, all in a single step. “He wanted us big… let’s show him how big we are.”
You back deeper into the house, but a giant hand barrels toward you, knocking aside all furniture in its path as though they are made of cardboard. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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