CW: FMG, GTS, futa, muscle growth, cock growth, giantess, f/f.
(read part 3)
DAY FOUR
“...as part of the escalating attack against the United American Fertility Coalition. Armed FC forces have met with an organized anti-FC assembly and residents are encouraged to avoid the area and stay indoors. The assault follows the recent disbanding of the EUFC after collaborative European fertility projects exceeded funding and were cancelled, leading to worldwide panic and demonstration localized in major metropolitan areas, although the current state of fertility projects in the Americas remains a total mystery...”
An ashen wind wound its way through the shattered asphalt, blackened bricks, and rent rebars sticking out of the broken cement like bones. The entire FC headquarters was gone. The bomb had completely destroyed the building. Kaylee stood in front of its crumbled tomb just outside of the light of the nearby streetlamp. She heard the loud speakers blaring the nightly news and cursed herself for not paying attention earlier.
Of course, it had been difficult to concentrate on anything lately. She didn’t feel like herself. Either mentally or… physically. Turns out that being attached to a massive hungry cock was more difficult than she imagined. No wonder guys acted the way they did.
She’d spent the night and the following day at Lyn’s. They kept... busy. Cleaning up was the hardest part, particularly since their entire bodies were sore. Fighting through a constant haze of lust wasn’t easy, either. Lyn was kind enough to offer her a place to stay, in addition to generous company, and she even surprised her in the morning with some new clothes.
Kaylee now possessed the body of a god but she didn’t quite have the confidence to take a stroll completely in the buff. She graciously put on the white XXXXXL shirt. Just a few days ago, it would’ve looked like a tarp to her, but since she’d grown, her bust stretched the top out and her biceps popped the seams in the sleeves. She couldn’t hope to find any undies but the oversized sweatpants worked well enough, though it took her a while to figure out what to do with her dick. Other than jerk it off, that is. She finally settled for shoving it down one of the pant legs. Her immensely muscular thigh rubbing her tool against the sweatpants fabric made it tough to walk or even think, for that manner, but she somehow managed.
Still, it was all in vain. The UAFC HQ was no more. She had no way to contact Dr. Floret or anyone else at the agency. They hadn’t even given her a simple phone number.
“Now what the hell do I do?” Kaylee whispered but her voice carried down the abandoned alleyways and reverberated off the stone walls. Bigger chest. Voice was louder now. The kind of observation that Lyn might’ve normally noticed and jotted down, before she’d turned into a sex-crazed dick-licking zombie, that is. Lyn even begged to come along but Kaylee pictured herself getting sucked off in a gutter and promised she’d be back in a few hours instead.
Suddenly, Kaylee’s whisper returned. Not an echo. Someone calling her name.
There, standing like a ghost framed by darkness in a hollow doorway, was Dr. Floret, white coat hanging in torn and dirty shreds, rifle slung over her shoulder.
“My god, Kaylee…? Is that really you?” the doctor motioned for her to come nearer.
“It’s me,” Kaylee couldn’t believe her eyes, “It’s me! Are you alright?”
“Am I alright?” Dr. Floret chuckled a familiar laugh, “Don’t worry about me! Look at you! Your body has metabolized the application in dramatic fashion…! But shhh, we mustn’t talk here… Come inside… Watch your head.”
Kaylee had to duck a little to get in the doorway but her shoulders were the real problem. She could only pass through by twisting her body sideways. Then she was in. The hallway smelled like fire and she could just make out Dr. Floret leading her on through the darkness. It occurred to Kaylee that Floret didn’t seem as tall as she once did. She was still all curves and muscle tone, though--Kaylee’s cock took throbbing notice of that.
They came to a stairwell that wound upward and they climbed the creaking stairs until they came out onto the roof of the building. Kaylee felt glad to be in the open again. She was so big and heavy that she felt like the stairs were going to give out right under her.
“This entire block has been evacuated but I’ve been living here for the time being, keeping an eye on the old place.” Dr. Floret set her rifle down against the maintenance shed she evidently called home. As she bent over to drop her weapon, Kaylee caught a good look at the backs of her toned legs. Floret was talking again, “Been waiting for you to come back. But you know, Kaylee… I almost shot you? You’ve grown. I thought you were somebody else!”
“This means the drug must be working, right?” Kaylee looked down at the woman as she turned back around.
“Well, it’s doing something. We know that much! I don’t have the proper equipment here to run all the micro-tests we need. We can’t take your measurements or weight. I lost all my notes in the explosion and my team has yet to salvage all our remote data. If we can’t keep track of your progress, we can’t accurately predict the outcome. And our benefactors have turned their attentions to other, more pressing issues in the city, like hunting down the party responsible for the attack. It kind of goes without saying that our project has been put on indefinite hiatus,” Floret put one hand on her chin and her other hand on her elbow, crossing her arms over her explosive bust, one forearm between her jiggling assets.
Kaylee felt the slick precum start to drizzle down her leg. When is she going to wrap this up?
“I can’t see any way forward. We had initially planned to test your body’s ability to quantify the application by measuring any foreign cells belonging to the other biological sex that may have spontaneously appeared in your system, and then we would have had to test any new fertility capabilities, but frankly… that’s all gone now. It’ll take weeks to rebuild. Weeks!” Dr. Floret brought her fist down on her palm, causing her chest to bounce like crazy. “I’m just lucky to have saved a stockpile of the application or we’d have an even bigger set back!”
Kaylee’s cock throbbed to the accelerating beat of her heart.
“Give them to me.”
Kaylee’s voice sounded alien to both women’s ears. Never had the girl been so demanding, no, commanding. Never had her voice carried so much sense of power and authority. The request shook Dr. Floret out of her scientific reverie and her eyes narrowed.
“What did you say...?”
“The drug, the application,” Kaylee took a step forward, “Give them to me. I need it. You said it yourself, there’s no way to test what’s happening to me, there’s no way forward. Unless we make one. You have the drugs. I have the willpower. I have the body. Give me more.” Kaylee was even scaring herself, but the thought of growing again, becoming even larger and stronger and feeling even better for it, that thought was irresistible. What were her limits? What could she become? How much pleasure could one human being experience?
Kaylee came even closer.
“Listen to reason, Miss Valencia!” Dr. Floret put up both hands in a feeble attempt to stop the approaching mass of muscle, “We don’t exactly know what the application is doing to you. It’d be irresponsible of me to just give you more! It could be affecting you in ways we have zero means of predicting at this juncture. The world can wait.”
“But I can’t.”
Kaylee had come so close she seemed to tower over the other woman, though in reality, she had grown just a smidge taller than the amazonian scientist. Dr. Floret’s frozen, outstretched arms bent slightly as her open hands pressed against Kaylee’s chest, sinking into the twin cannonballs that represented the girl’s breasts. Floret swallowed hard.
“Think about it,” Kaylee said, mixing compassion in with her commanding tone, “We don’t have weeks. We might not even have a month. This city, this planet, is going to tear itself apart…” She lifted a muscular arm and pointed toward the blazing horizon where the city was going up in smoke. “You told me I could be the person that saves the human race. That it couldn’t be anybody else. And I believed you.”
Dr. Floret’s eyebrows raised. A slight blush filled her cheeks and she put her arms down, slipping one hand into her coat pocket.
“I believed you because I wanted to,” Kaylee went on, “Even though I felt like you were just using me, I accepted it. Now… I want you to use me again… This body?” Kaylee cocked her head and raised an arm like Floret had shown her. She flexed. Striated mass soared rippling to life, tearing through her sleeve, thickening with ropey fibers and veins, her bicep peaking until it was bigger than her own head. “You started this process… You made this body…” Kaylee could hardly contain the excitement in her voice, “so use it.”
Without a word, Floret took her hand out of her pocket, holding a small silver container.
“These are the last remaining samples of application. A baker’s dozen. They’re all I could save from the fire. Our plan… was to up your dosage.”
Kaylee’s cock twitched. Blood surged into it.
“What will it do to me?” she asked, her loud, girlish voice fluttering.
“I don’t know…” Floret looked off into the distance, toward the burning flames at the far end of the city. “It’s clear it has had both a physical and a psychological effect on you. But where it goes from here… I don’t have my notes, my assistants, my lab, my tools…” the doctor sighed, “I don’t have anything anymore.”
“The goal was to generate new cells, right? I think it’s already been a success.” Kaylee grinned.
“What makes you say--” Floret turned back toward Kaylee and her voice broke off as her jaw dropped open.
Kaylee had pulled down her sweatpants to her knees. Wagging, her cock was lifting into the air as it inflated like a balloon animal. Her third leg tingled with anticipation.
“Holy… fuck!” Floret suddenly said.
Kaylee chuckled and hefted her heavy dick with one hand. It felt like lifting a metal girder.
“The application works! Oh god, it works! You’ve spontaneously generated new cells… and then some!” Floret’s eyes grew wide, “In four decades of medical research, that’s the biggest phallus I’ve ever seen!” The doctor bent at the waist to take a closer look at the bobbing she-cock in front of her. Unfortunately, that meant Kaylee had the perfect angle to look straight down her cleavage between those fertility drug-enhanced breasts. Floret kept talking, “This is an absolute breakthrough! Do you have any idea what this means, Kaylee? You could really be the one we need! ...Except…”
“Except…?” Kaylee repeated.
Floret stood up straight. She talked quickly. “We didn’t theorize this outcome. This doesn’t match our hypothesis at all. How could this have happened? No previous subjects displayed any similar symptoms. We can’t know for sure if or how it’ll work. How could we even test…? Ahem, uh Kaylee, does your new... asset… does it ejaculate semen?”
Boy, does it!
“Haha, it works just fine,” Kaylee said instead, but she was unable to mask the tinge of pride in her tone. She couldn’t hide the smirk creeping up the corner of her mouth. Still grasping the base of her cock, she gave the shaft a little wiggle. The erect rod bobbed and dribbled a glob of sweet-smelling precum from its tip.
“Then there’s only one test we can perform.” The doctor lifted both hands and her fingers got to work undoing the overtaxed buttons holding in her immense bust.
“Doctor Floret…” Kaylee’s rational brain suddenly broke through her dizzying haze of horniness, “W-what are you--”
“Please, Kaylee. Call me Vanessa.” She undid her belt and her pencil skirt slid down her well-built legs, revealing a wide gap between her muscular thighs and pink panties that clung tight to her sex. “Remember what I told you? The UAFC enhanced my anatomy through early fertility experiments. I’m literally built for this job!” She’d finished with her skirt and her vest, so she shrugged off her dirty lab coat. The vest followed suit, leaving her standing there in her heels, panties, and a tight white undershirt that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Vanessa Floret tugged the bottom of the shirt, then pulled it up over her head, her long hair flowing out behind her. She wore a bra that looked as if it could smuggle two inflated airbags comfortably. Her tits billowed over the top of the brassiere’s cups like huge marshmallows. Vanessa was the perfect hourglass, literally designed for sex.
Now it was Kaylee’s turn to let her jaw hit the floor.
“Are you crazy…?” she managed, “This monster could kill you!”
“And you could save the world if this works. What’s more important?” Vanessa put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, which leapt off her chest like it was spring loaded. Her boobs dropped free. Her naked skin shimmered in the light of the stars and the glow of a thousand streetlamps along the roads below.
Kaylee could smell Vanessa’s scent. Intoxicating. Her cock rose into the air, a thick crescent, bigger than it had ever been, hungrier than ever before. A waterfall of precum oozed from its swollen glans, grown so huge that her foreskin had pulled back almost painfully tight, flat against the vein-engorged shaft. Kaylee’s intensified sex drive made the decision for her. Vanessa was impossible to resist: a voluptuous vision stripped down to her panties in front of her. Soon even those were gone as Vanessa disposed of them, tossing them aside, baring her shaved hood.
“Promise you’ll be gentle...?” Doctor Vanessa Floret stepped forward.
Her heel clicked against the floor. She reached and cradled Kaylee’s dark red cock head in the soft palm of her hand and lifted. As she came even closer, she brought Kaylee’s dick between them until it throbbed against both their enhanced bodies, a pillar of slick and quivering meat trapped between a bulging landscape of pure muscle and the inviting softness of gigantic gazongas.
The doctor laid both her hands against Kaylee’s waist and said, “Now, lie down on your back, please.”
Kaylee obeyed, lying on the smooth cement. Vanessa eased herself over her. Vanessa’s ponderous breasts swung like pendulums in front of Kaylee’s face, knocking against each other, sending rippling waves through each melon. As Vanessa leaned down, her tremendous bust pressed against Kaylee’s, forming a cavern of cleavage. Vanessa gripped Kaylee’s cock and, while standing, forced it against her dripping pussy. It was electric when their flesh touched. Their fluids mingled.
“Here we go…” Vanessa winced as she began to sit. The fist-sized cock head forced her trembling vaginal lips apart. Her womanhood sucked at Kaylee’s dick, powerful muscles undulating, pulling the serpentine shaft of meat in deeper, the mushroom head disappearing inside the sexy scientist with a wet and audible pop.
“Goddamn, that is big…” Vanessa hissed a hoarse whisper. Her eyes rolled back. Her face flushed. She sucked in her breath with a gasp.
Kaylee lost herself in the sensations, too. She’d never been inside another woman like this--Lyn would’ve been destroyed. She could feel her cock stretching and tunneling into the doctor, already penetrating her womb as Vanessa sank even deeper. Kaylee groaned and put her hands on Vanessa’s wide hips, and pulled. It felt like her body was still growing, like her growth had never stopped and sex only accelerated the process.
Vanessa screamed, her swollen clit throbbing against the massive pole impaling her. Only a miracle of science like herself could devour that much dick and survive. She ran her fingers down the rugged surfaces of Kaylee’s muscular arms, grinding her pelvis into her own test subject with mechanical precision. She threw her weight against Kaylee’s chest.
“Soo big… never felt… anything like it…” Vanessa moaned, pain and pleasure mixing on her beautiful face.
The thought of all that size belonging to her own engorged, monstrous dick sent Kaylee’s lust into overdrive. Kaylee gritted her teeth, pulling the doctor onto her with all her strength.
Vanessa closed her eyes, “You were right… we need more...” Vanessa stuck her index finger in her mouth and pulled it out from her lips with a smack, then leaned in close to Kaylee’s face. Their lips met. Their tongues lashed.
Kaylee felt the familiar neon blue drug pass through Vanessa’s mouth into her own. First one, then another and another. Three gifts. Her destiny. The fate of the planet. The next stage in human evolution. The anticipation of what it would do to her body made her instantly cum. She shut her eyes against the blinding white orgasm and swallowed.
As her seed flooded Vanessa’s womb, the orgasm continued to build, setting Kaylee’s nerve endings aflame. The orgasm roared through her system, igniting thunderstorms through every muscle fiber, turning passion into growth, euphoria into power, pleasure into power. Kaylee roared as her muscles began to grow, getting heavier, surrounding her, drowning her. She could feel herself stretching out, her bones getting thicker, every last inch of her body expanding, doubling, tripling, growing faster than ever before, demolishing the last remnants of her clothes.
She’d never fit in any clothing ever again. She’d never be normal again. She was quickly becoming something that could save the human race by being above the human race. And no thoughts had ever made her hornier. This was the point of no return but Kaylee knew she’d never want to go back.
“Ahhh too much…!” Vanessa shrieked. Her enhanced pussy did its best, clenching onto Kaylee’s inflating dick like a vice, but Kaylee was growing so fast that she caused Vanessa’s stomach to distend. Strands of sticky spunk spat from Vanessa’s vagina, finding every available space to flee her over-filled womb as Kaylee’s balls churned out buckets of semen. The precious spooge oozed down Kaylee’s shaft and bathed her legs.
Kaylee lost control. She couldn’t hear Vanessa over the electric hum of her own power building and the orgasmic choir screaming in her ears. She wrapped one of her swelling arms around Vanessa’s tiny waist, trapping her against her grotesque, gargantuan, steely body, and pushed with the other against the ground, cracking the rooftop beneath them. A moment later she was on top of Vanessa, drilling her expanding dong into her. Vanessa’s fingers raked the flesh of her own ass with her fingernails as she tried to spread herself wider to accommodate a two-foot cock turned three or even four-foot-long, wide as one of her own thighs. And the growth showed no signs of stopping. In fact, Kaylee only began to grow faster, an explosion of flesh getting heavier and heavier.
Terrified, Vanessa saw only a ceiling of pure muscle above her, the bottoms of Kaylee’s pecs. Ahead of her, those pectorals came crashing down into the rooftop like garage doors slamming shut. Vanessa was trapped, panicked, being crushed under a woman the size of a house.
Somewhere through all the mass, Kaylee’s voice rang out into the night sky, the cry of a human rendered inhuman, beyond human, metahuman, obsessed and addicted to endless sexual domination. Kaylee could hardly begin to grasp what was happening to her. Her brain was being devoured by insane sensations no human being had ever endured before. She couldn’t possibly realize she was abusing Dr. Floret’s body beneath hers like she was little more than a tiny sex toy.
And even though Vanessa’s heart raced with the fear of death, she was in awe of the power of the drug. Her drug. She had created a goddess. So this is what will save the world...!
Finally, Kaylee’s cock was too big to fit anymore, pushing Vanessa off of it. It was a column of meat as wide around as Vanessa herself, far longer than she was taller, pressed between Kaylee’s abs and Vanessa’s powerless body. She was being buried alive by the biggest dick any human had ever possessed, sinking in a deluge of white hot semen, and all Vanessa could feel in her last moments was pride.
But then the rooftop cracked and gave away. Vanessa scrambled backward across the shattering cement and brick. Kaylee’s mountainous body fell into the crashing ruin below, down storey after storey through the whole apartment building. She had outgrown it. She was too heavy for that rooftop. But her moaning didn’t stop.
Doctor Vanessa Floret had crawled to the edge of the roof where she sat against the edge--fortunately the entire wall beneath her hadn’t come down. She barely had the chance to wipe the slimy spunk from her face, still clutching the silver case of UAFC drugs, when the broken platform beneath her began to shake.
Kaylee’s moaning grew louder. An immense, purple cock head blasted outward through the wall of the apartment building, burgeoning like an ancient oak unfolding bigger and stronger by the second, branch-like veins thudding with blood. Fingers like the arms of tractors reached up out of the darkness below, followed by a gigantic hand grabbing hold of the edge of the roof where Vanessa helplessly sat. The building came apart like it was made of sand, crumbling into dust.
With nothing left to hold onto, Vanessa screamed as she plummeted into the dark clouds of dust. A soft, enveloping cage closed around her. She stopped screaming. She couldn’t make out her new and sudden surroundings but the warmth and the cradling pressure set her at ease. She imagined it was what being in the womb felt like.
Suddenly, the cave opened. She felt fresh, cold air chill her wet skin. It was like being born into the world all over again. Vanessa looked up and had her breath taken away.
Up from the ashes of the crumbled building, Kaylee the giantess stood to her full height, towering over the nearby apartments. Vanessa couldn’t see her face, just the hundreds and hundreds of feet of legs rising like skyscrapers, slick with sweat and semen, the glow of the city catching on every garish sheet of muscle. Kaylee’s legs were pumped beyond reason, resembling two inflated dirigibles standing on end.
Above them, her impossibly tiny waist and the mushroom cloud shape of her titanic upper body, her cliff-like pecs and breasts like hot air balloons jutting out over the cityscape, her immeasurable arms packed so tightly with muscle that they looked as if they could hardly move. Yet one of them reached down and held Vanessa herself in one monolithic palm. Kaylee, the goddess, had saved her.
Breaking free of the rubble below, Kaylee’s cock flicked through the building next door, throwing chunks of cement and steel into the air. Free of all restraints, her cock soared into the air, higher and higher, above a ballsack wider around than UAFC headquarters. Still gushing thick waterfalls of honey-like cum, creating rivers through the streets below, Kaylee’s cock eclipsed the orange moon sulking in the extreme distance.
It was an unimaginable sight and Vanessa’s mind could hardly fathom what Kaylee had become, but the sight of a single cock that looked as if it was a mile long sent shivers of arousal through her body. Vanessa fingered her snatch as she knelt on Kaylee’s hand, overcome with lust as she felt herself suddenly rise into the air. The wind whipped past her until she came face to face with the goddess. Kaylee’s features had blown up into the size of a house. Her head alone would have had a hard time fitting into the meager apartment she used to live in when she was just Kaylee Valencia.
“Look at you,” Vanessa bit her lip as she teased her clit between her fingers, struggling to take in the mind-boggling immensity of the being before her.
“Doctor,” Kaylee’s voice sounded like thunder, “You did this to me.”
“We did it together… Kaylee,” Vanessa replied, hoping this would be a benevolent goddess. Her hope was soon rewarded.
Kaylee looked past her to the horizon. She spoke slowly, as if through a trance, “They are fighting. They’ll destroy themselves. Fatherless. Motherless.”
“They need a savior,” Vanessa said through gritted teeth, feeling herself cumming again, “They need you… You can save them. All of them. All of us. You can save the world.”
Kaylee smiled.
She closed her hand gently around the doctor and bent down, then leaped. Her meteoric body parted the clouds. Moonlight seemed to clothe her in diamonds as she began her descent. Her senses were more refined than ever: she could pick out the sound of the reporters’ confused and trembling voices among the crowds below.
“...what modern historians are calling the end of Western Civilization... UAFC forces completely overwhelmed…. fires along the entire eastern seaboard… White House military advisor publicly calling for the use of WMDs to set an unprecedented example… Can this really mean the end…?”
The goddess impacted an abandoned park, wreathed in flame and smoke. An eruption of dirt and sand and dust shot into the air. The nearby mobs turned aside from their sticks and stones, their napalm and bludgeons and bombs and looked up. The people of Earth beheld their new deity. Every camera and broadcast turned to stare in shock and horror and admiration at the elegant, enormous figure seemingly built entirely of raw muscle appearing behind the wall of dust. Newscasts raced through dozens of languages.
“...breaking: an apparent monster sighted…”
“...appeared out of nowhere, ending the violent uprising…”
“...onlookers too terrified to move…”
“...defies all explanation…”
“...what is… oh my god it’s a person!?”
“...a woman… no, a man…!”
The goddess looked down upon them with eyes that shimmered with compassion as she rose to her full height. Her gaze passed from face to face to face. Then she saw one she recognized, staring back at her in horrified submission, a look she’d never imagined she would see from that particular face.
Her titanic lips parted.
“Jon…”
(end of part 4)
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