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The following story is an Octopath Traveler II fanfiction, featuring the characters Agnea, Castti, and Throné becoming differently-sized giants that continuously grow. It features themes of growth; multiple sizes; teasing/humiliation; rampage/destruction/crush; sudden sexual urges/clouded judgment; group sex with tiny people; nudity; breasts/breastheld; feet/legs; ass/sitting; handheld; sneezing.]
The crypt monster shrieked and raised its claw high with violent intent, but before it could wail into an attack, it was struck with a force of wind, blown back into the corner it had been pushed into. In that slump of a position, the fiend still creaked and groaned, until it was stormed by daggers, pierced from the torso to its neck with deadly accuracy. It collapsed to the stone-tiled floor, felled like the rest of its kind scattered around the underground chamber. The cacophony of combat ceased around the champions of the battle, a trio of adventurers that had braved the dungeon with metal, magic, and dance maneuvers.
In the same twirl of motion that she used to cast her wind spell, Agnea sprang into a cheer of victory. “What an ending! I thought that battle might go on forever and ever!” she laughed, skipping between the fallen foes – beastly things of necrotic energy, whose bodies turned to dust without magic to puppet them. Despite the lingering decay in that shadowy setting, Agnea’s cheer persisted, like sunlight shining through clouds; her strides were as fluid as they had been in combat, moving with the same grace that inspired her allies Castti and Throné to dodge and weave as nimbly as her. Once having danced her way to the middle of the crypt’s room, she spun around on one foot, facing her friends with a smile. “Come on! I bet if we look, we could find treasure in a place like this~!”
“Patience, Agnea! Do not be so brash!” Castti called out to her, not yet having put away her ax. She kept it at the ready as she marched inwards, prepared to strike down a surprise enemy, if one was to appear. “There might yet be traps left over from all these years. So little is known about this crypt…”
Agnea simmered according to the warning, her hips swaying impatiently as she waited for the light of Castti’s lantern to extend farther into the chamber. Ahead of the apothecary, however, walked Throné like a stretch of shadow, a rogue who kept calm against any danger, be it monsters or traps. She callously harvested her many daggers from the defeated, swinging them clean of blood before sheathing them for future use; she made no noise between the two other women, having nothing she needed to say. The mission to cleanse the crypt had been accomplished, so Throné determined, and thus the trade routes nearby should turn peaceful once again, without monsters prowling from the waysides. Truly, it was the kind of quest Throné thought herself better than – a distraction from more important ventures – but Castti insisted they help the townsfolk of Clockbank, dragging her and Agnea both a mile into the forests where the crypt was hidden.
“I don’t think I see any traps~” Agnea hummed, inching ahead as though she were on a leash to Castti – that was, at times, how she felt under her leadership. She looked ahead on the tips of her toes, squinting for any threats, until her eyes went wide with fascination. “Oh! There it is! Treasure!”
“Treasure?” Castti scoffed doubtfully – before she winced with concern, that Angea was skipping ahead without her or Throné. With a mother’s sternness, she raised her voice, “Agnea! Wait!”
“It’s just a ball!” Agnea laughed back, a response that did not ease neither Castti nor Throné. Without hesitation, she picked the subject orb up from the round slot it had been grounded in, fawning over its relic qualities. It was glassy smooth, barely bigger than her head – “Not very heavy!” she giggled, whimsically holding the object in just one hand, turning it with just her fingers. She looked closely at its most arcane feature: the swirling clouds inside, dark and thick like a dense fog, hypnotizingly shifting in the glass. “Wow… I’ve never seen anything like this! I’m sure someone in town would want to buy it~”
“Agnea! You can’t just–!” Castti groaned, but went stiff when Agnea then turned to show off the orb. There was a reaction to the clouds it contained, brewing with energy like a storm. Throné’s instincts flared when she saw it for herself, immediately detecting something off about the object, yet even she was still too slow to act in time, before the glass began to crack in Angea’s grasp. Castti reached forward– “Agnea–!”
The dancer’s optimistic expression was frozen at the moment the orb shattered all at once, popping open to unleash the dark clouds from her hand. The chamber was totally enveloped in that flash of a second by the smog, expanding to each high corner and around every pillar. The trio were all caught in its surprising reach, with Agnea right at its center, and Castti farthest away at the chamber’s entrance. All three gagged and piped with complaints; their breathing was blocked, and so too was their vision obscured by the curtain of haze. They stumbled blindly until Castti found her voice, beckoning her allies to the sound of her calling. Agnea, deepest within the cloud, struggled the most to wade forward – Throné, with her mouth veiled by her cloak, was fast to find and guide Agnea, taking her hand and urging her to the exit. Castti waved them along, coughing as she led the retreat out of the crypt, back to fresh air and precious daylight.
“Gah… Uh… I-Is everyone okay…?” Castti was the first to make it outside; her concern shone through her weariness, that she thought of the others while still unable to see or breathe well. She found the shape of a tree to lean against while holding her chest, gradually gathering her bearings while the others followed behind her. She made comments between coughs, “It was a trap… just as I warned…! Gah… What were you thinking, Agnea…? W-We have no clue what effect that will h–!”
Castti’s voice pitched high when she turned back to face the others, her complaint cut short by the shock of what she saw. A shiver ran down and back up her body, resulting in a quake of sound coming from her open mouth, as her head angled upward in notches. She stuttered Agnea’s name, comprehending the unusual transformation her ally had undergone, a result even Agnea herself had yet to realize as she still coughed and cleared her vision, not yet aware that she had become substantially taller. Castti could not believe it at first that Agnea was now twice her height, dizzily wading between trees with her head just under a canopy of branches.
“I-I’m sorry, Castti! Agh…! D-Don’t be too mad at me…!” Agnea whined, her throat still sore and her head still spinning, ailments that were slowly fading away. She worried more about being scolded than she did about any poison; “It looked like treasure! I-I didn’t think it would break…!” After another string of coughs, Agnea was more able to process her surroundings – how they had shifted around her, everything lower than she remembered it being. Feeling her head up higher than it was meant to be, her balance started to sway, falling forward where she leaned over Castti, most enthused with her apparent shortness. “Wha…? Whoa…! D-Did I… grow?!”
“I-I th-think you did…!” Castti quivered, nervously lifting a finger to her lip while Agena loomed overhead. She stepped away, intimidated by her ally’s new scale, but her back went against a tree, as though she were cornered by the dancer’s curious expression. “H-How odd… Those clouds must have caused you to b-become, err, bigger…”
“Not just Agnea,” Throné interjected, speaking up only when she had her voice back, and after getting a sense of what had occurred. She made a point to stand upright when Agnea and Castti looked at her, revealing that she had become taller, too; she was in the middle of their two heights, not as big as Agnea, but more so than Castti. Yet her size was only one part of what she intended to explain, pointing to their campsite of supplies – a holdout they established outside the crypt, just as they had left it, except for its surprisingly smaller scale. “It affected all of us,” Throné stated, “though… some more than others, it seems…”
Castti gasped as that fact dawned on her, reassessing the scale of their tents and baggage, none of which was sized for her anymore – much less the others. She walked among their belongings, hesitant to touch anything with her newfound proportions; though she was the least grown of the three, she determined her own size had almost doubled from normal, whereas Throné and Agnea were a league bigger from one another. It was like no magic Castti had ever observed, confusing her as to what kind of trap would want its victims to become stronger. “It must be… a curse,” she concluded dreadfully. “We may very well be in more danger than– gwwahh!”
Castti gasped abruptly when she was grabbed from behind under her arms – not the danger she was imagining, but Agena’s unwarned hold on her was just as surprising, her feet lifted from the ground as she was sprung into kicks. Agnea, however, had a firm grasp on her smaller ally, a fact that she was obviously enthralled by, smiling and blushing unabashedly. “S-So… short…!” she stuttered excitedly; in sways side-to-side, she made Castti’s legs swing, dangled in her embrace like a large plush doll – to that extent, Agnea snuggled her cheek into Castti’s crown, her affection easily overpowering the healer’s squirms. “Castti, you are so cute!! I-I can’t resist~! Ooh, let’s sleep in the same bed tonight!!”
“Ergh! Wh-What are you saying–?! Agnea, ugh…!” Too proud to be treated like a stuffed animal, Castti found the leverage to break free from the huge hug, dropping back down to the grass. She stumbled away from Agnea, hesitantly looking back at her – and not where she was going, into the hips of her other ally. Throné was unmoved by the bump-in, remaining stoic and solid with her passive glare, an expression made more intimidating with her increased height. Castti shivered under Throné’s coldness, but shivered more to be between both women, swamped on either side by their bigger sizes. “Th-This curse…” she stuttered, “I-I see now how it could be… disruptive…
“We mustn't let this magic reach Clockbank! Certainly not!” Castti affirmed, lifting her head and reclaiming some grace – and some posture as a leader. She placed her hand over her heart solemnly, “This could bring chaos to the civilians. We must do our part and outlast the curse here, away from the city!”
Despite the agreeable position Castti took, her assertion for safety had in fact directed danger that very way – “Clockbank!” Agnea gasped inspiredly, jittering dancily in anticipation. “Of course, we have to go see Clockbank like this! It must look adorable~! And all the people, too!”
“What?! No!” Castti scoffed. “Agnea, are you listening…? I said that we– ggh…!” She found herself interrupted yet again – stroked on the head, pet like an animal. She was shushed by the gesture; Agnea’s hand covered her like a helmet, dismissing her as an underling.
“That’s cute~ but all things considered,” Agnea giggled, standing fully with her hands on her hips, “I believe I’m in charge now! So for once, it’s you that gets bossed around, Castti~ tee-hee!”
Castti stammered trying to comprehend the shift in leadership, riled by the loss of power to the point of turning red. “Agnea…!” was the most she could whine, a tone that further invalidated her right to be in command. When Agnea began to leave, having settled on venturing forth, Castti grabbed her by the end of her skirt and pulled – but Agnea pulled harder, taking her skirt away in a tug that nearly tripped Castti over. Seeing Castti hobble as much made Agnea aware of her newfound strength, and so on a whim, she threw her skirt over her friend, catching her underneath like a net. Agnea swirled with amusement, spinning Castti with her between her legs – stilts of silky skin that Castti shakily balanced with, enveloped in the warmth and just as much lost under the curtain of a skirt.
Agnea laughed in a fit, perfectly tickled by how playfully she restrained an adventurer like Castti. When she chose, she lifted her skirt and allowed Castti out – dazed and turned-around, the healer was even redder with embarrassment, unable to put words to her flustered thoughts. Agnea, though, was ready to tease; “Aww, I think you’re too little to dance with me, Castti! I guess that means you can’t keep up with me, either~ Hehehe…! See you in Clockbank~!”
She waved farewell as bouncily as she skipped down the forest path, overjoyed to bring the excitement of the curse to the city – even after hitting her head through the forest’s branches, an obstacle she only then discovered and weaved around. Castti reached for Agnea, but she was gone – she turned to Throné then, beaming her with a glare. She lashed sarcastically, “Thanks for the help!”
Throné chuckled, having been quietly amused throughout the conflict, taking neither side. “You hadn’t given me an order,” she joked, “Boss.” But her bitterness ended there, ultimately agreeing with Castti – tempting as it was to walk so tall over townspeople. She strode past Castti, stepping beside her in a sly statement about her greater size, that she was growing more than the healer was. Throné was thus the only one of them that could keep up with Agnea, and so with roguish speed, she gave chase, following the carved path of broken branches.
In a burst of leaves, Agnea erupted from the green border of forest outside of Clockbank, her arms raised cheerily as she kicked free from the woods’ grasp. Her reward was a scenic view of the city that was ahead, the industrious towers and smokestacks of Brightland’s most bustling location. Even from afar, Agnea was dazzled by Clockbank’s seemingly-smaller scale, her hands clasped with wonder as she realized those impressive gears and cogs of factory machinery were more akin to a toyscape dreamland; she had a map in her mind of what familiar places to visit with her elevated perspective, the various shops and houses that would appear doll-like beneath her.
Most importantly, however, was all the attention she knew she would receive. Agnea was burning on the inside, flushed with ideas of what to do with her phenomenal size, only barely concerned with how overenergized the curse was making her. Indeed, these thoughts were only loosely her own, but nonetheless did they propel her onward, favoring her own fun over whatever consequences there would be.
Tremors of her excitement soon reached the watchtower outside Clockbank’s bridge, spurring the crew of guards into a scramble. Soon enough, the giant was spotted and pointed out – called out as a monster in the distance, only afterwards recognized as the woman she was, a traveler and hero they knew well. Yet as she was, enlarged and brimming with enthusiasm, they felt reason to fear her thundering so close, so quickly. The tower quaked and creaked the nearer she came, until her height eclipsed the sun above, where she stopped and showed off her height – taller than the 20-foot post, bigger than she had been moments before. The guards gawked at her grinning expression, some meeting her with weapons drawn, others hesitating backwards, but all fretted alike when Agnea leered lower, onto her hands and knees where her sparkling eyes were level with the watchtower’s top.
“Tiny-little guards… w-with tiny-little weapons…!” Agnea awed aloud, exerting a powerful presence over the uniformed men, regardless of how gushy her tone was. At the base of the tower, guards trembled towards the bridge; at the top, the lookout was alone, cornered with a spear shiveringly aimed outward. That weapon was then plucked from him by a pinch of fingers, proving how weak he or any guard was; after a glance of examination, Agnea discarded the spear, far more fascinated with the pygmy-sized people. “H-Hey, come here…!” she urged anyone willing, though none were; her hand itched readily to take someone anyway. “I just want to feel how light you are~ eh-heh…~”
Suddenly, that same hand was grabbed by the wrist, before she could pick-out a soldier to take. Agnea winced, realizing she had been shackled – at the other end of the magic chain was Throné, a smaller giant, but still keenly capable. She debuted with a serious expression arrowed at Agnea; “Playtime is over, Agnea. You’re going to get someone hurt like this.”
“B-But…!” Agnea tried to argue, but Throné rebutted with another magical shackle, using it to grab the other wrist as well. Pulling them both at once, Throné stole Agnea’s balance, twisting her arms behind her back and forcing her face to fall forward. Her head veered dangerously close to the watchtower, crashing beside it into a cache of supplies – crates and barrels broke open from the impact, scattering into the ranks of guards that were trying to retreat. When the dust cleared, they saw how Agnea, huge as she was, had been apprehended: face to the ground, wrists tied behind, butt up in the air. Agnea squirmed on her knees, but Throné was then upon her, planting her heel on the rear so it no longer swayed.
“Comfortable?” Throné quipped, twisting her foot for emphasis. Agnea’s subsequent whimper was a satisfying sound, a reward for pinning the giant woman; Throné smiled, unusually interested in having a larger target tied-down and restrained. With that advantage, she was able to study Agnea’s helpless pose closely, her eyes tracing the outline of her figure – returning squarely to her ass, prominent as it was spiked upward under her long skirt. Throné felt a twinge of meanness; “Acting out so recklessly gets you punished like this… I hope this public humiliation teaches you a lesson…”
“Wahh…! Let off, Throné…! I-I’ll be good now…!” Agnea pleaded, speaking up from where her face remained pushed into the earth. Her knees went weak and her posture dropped, creating another tremor that spooked the surrounding guards – none of which were brave enough to approach the interlocked giants. They were as much an audience as the crowd forming up the bridge, lists of townspeople who had become curious of the commotion and marveled at the circumstance. Made aware of them by Throné’s remark, Agnea glanced at the people, panting heavier with excitement, as though she were about to pop like a bubble.
Yet even more distracted by all the attention was Throné herself, casting a long and glowing stare across the crowd, occasionally blinking at the nearer soldiers. An emotion swelled in her stomach as she felt every eye combing her body and Agnea’s, imagining the shock and awe of those witnessing two towering women wrestle in front of a watchtower – a structure that surely provided levels of perspectives, different angles from which Throné mentally saw herself. Oddly inspired, she smirked and twisted the chains, tightening the pressure on Agnea and earning another yelp for mercy.
“Tch… Noisy thing~” Throné said, putting on a performance of dominance that she hoped would thrill the onlookers, one way or another. She removed her heel from Agnea’s ass, but then swiftly replaced it with the firm presence of her palm – a touch that sent shivers up the spine, placed coldly like a threat. “Should I embarrass you more? I wonder what sound you’d make if I…~”
But before Throné could continue, she sensed a dark resonance from Agnea – and then herself. For only a moment, both women appeared faint, before suddenly flinching from an effect. It became obvious that the curse was progressing when Agnea started to expand, growing first and most notably, inflating from her defeated posture. Throné froze where she was, observing Agnea’s butt become bigger under her grasp; more importantly, her shackles broke into particles of magic and thus freed Agnea’s arms. Throné meant to react sooner, but was sluggish while she, too, grew from the curse, becoming nearly as big as Agnea had been – while Agnea was going on even bigger, right when she needed the upperhand.
In a twist of motion, Agnea took control of the dynamic, flipping around so that Throné could be hugged, then dragged to the ground. Agnea rolled on top of her, laughing messily as she reversed the pin to be on the winning side. Throné was not amused at all, snarling at Agnea to cease at once, but the dancer was happy to get payback, using her enhanced scale to lay down over Throné and completely cover her; she plotted herself down with her bosom strategically aimed over Throné’s face, hiding the assassin underneath and turning her complaints into unheard muffles.
“Comfortable?” Agnea sneered, required to do little to keep Throné trapped. Indeed, Throné’s efforts only entertained Agnea further, every push and shove to her breasts received with a smug laugh. By laying flatter beside the watchtower, Agnea squished into Throné more intensely, proving to be too heavy to budge – too overwhelming to withstand. Agnea raised a brow when she noticed the rustling stop, and when she lifted and peeked under her chest, she found an exhausted Throné pressed into the field, nearly suffocated from the pressure. “Oops! Heh~ Too much for you, huh…” Agnea giggled apologetically, but was otherwise pleased to have won the struggle, rising up to her feet to fully feel her increased height – a tallness that breezed worry into Clockbank, her eagerness soon then booming up the bridge.
Arriving late to the encounter then was Castti, running up from the forest border, panting and speckled with leaves. Her shorter height was less convenient for keeping up with her fellow giants, which she realized frustratingly at the scene’s end, with Throné flattened and Agnea crossing into the city. The latter was more immediately concerning – Castti assumed the worst when she heard an uproar from distant Clockbank residents, followed by Agnea’s song-like snickering.
“Throné! What happened here?!” Castti asked as she reached the impression where the rogue had been squashed. “I thought you had her! Ah, no matter– get up and help me! No doubt Agnea is wreaking havoc in town!”
Throné took her time to sit up, lurching forward with a grunt, then a glare at Castti; Castti was insistent, taking Throné’s hand and urging her up, but was not big enough to actually move her. Having to give up on forcefulness, Castti huffed and looked elsewhere for help – to the guards below, confused and out of position, fearfully wondering how many giants were going to invade Clockbank. Suddenly, Castti was approaching them, her urgency interpreted as rage; the guards quaked away from her before she could even speak.
“H-Hey! Please, listen! Before my friend hurts anyone – or herself…” Castti tried to explain, but her heavy voice only roused fear from the soldiers. When she then tried to soften her image with an innocent expression, palms opened to show no threat, the guards assumed she was the weakest, smallest of the giants – the easiest to subdue. Castti scoffed when several of them turned their weapons on her in a defensive pattern; “Pardon?! I’m trying to help…!”
When more guards buckled into positions along the bridge, Castti feared she might not be allowed in at all. That was when Throné involved herself, imposing her greater height to immediate effect – rising behind Castti, her dreary presence gave the guards reason to be scared. Their ranks cracked, but it was when Throné stepped forward, purposefully stomping among the soldiers, that they forfeited the entrance entirely. Throné wickedly gave chase with just footsteps, kicking into shield-walls of men, sweeping them aside with the tips of her toes.
“Wh-What are you doing?! Throné!” Castti gasped, stiffly watching her ally striding through the guards. “Y-You’re going to hurt them…! You can’t just–”
“They’re in our way, aren’t they?” Throné scoffed, posturing herself at the end of the bridge – imposing her dark demeanor onto those at the gate, scaring them aside with just a scowl. “It’s just some shoving. If I really wished to hurt them, heh…~” She mused the idea when she next lifted her foot, picking out a stumbled guard to hover over with it. Her foot landed flat – slam! – but she misaimed, letting the guard go faint instead before stepping over him. “...then I would.”
“Th-This is no way to treat people… D-Don’t just walk away from me!” Castti staggered after Throné, but having to tip-toe around the scattered soldiers with shorter legs, she was too slow to catch up. Throné continued into the main square of Clockbank, seemingly pleased to be creating a commotion everywhere she stepped. She shed a smile that was unusual for her, one that was mischievously sharp and matched with red-colored cheeks. Castti blinked – “You’re enjoying this?! What’s gotten into both of you…?”
Throné shrugged, “I don’t know, but I am starting to agree with Agnea: you give way too many orders. I’ll do things my own way.” As an example of what that intended, Throné chose a bustling avenue to proceed, her confidence forcing citizens to the side; she swung a leg high over a row of houses, clearing the rooftops and invading the street behind them. Castti tried to follow, but she was not tall nor brave enough to cross over the homes, left behind as Throné wandered into the industrial district.
But shortly after being abandoned, Castti heard excitement elsewhere – the telltale sounds of a gleeful giant disturbing the peace. “Agnea!” she groaned, wading around properties and people towards where the noise was coming from. Once turning a corner, she could see past the rooftops that Agnea was up ahead, twirling and laughing as if she were at a tavern – because she was at the Clockbank tavern, causing a scene outside when she decided to put on a performance, dancing where she would be the center of attention. Castti winced as she heard gravel cracking and voices piping, hurrying to get around the block to stop the trouble.
“Ahaha! It feels like I’m dancing with the buildings~ Come on, everyone! Dance with me~” Agnea’s spins and skips were as elegant as ever, especially for someone her size. No less, however, were her feet a hailing hazard for those below, proving to be crushingly powerful regardless of how graceful those feet whipped over their heads. People packed into the tavern as she circled around its perimeter, the only refuge they had from her feet – so they assumed. Agnea’s maneuvers were less and less careful, resulting in a kick that swept too low– crasssh! Her foot abruptly broke into the tavern’s second floor, lodged inside until it was ripped out, making a hole that revealed those impacted within. “Hah… Oops?”
Leaning lower to look inside, Agnea initially felt sympathetic for the scene of scared tavern-goers, but that quickly faded in favor of an enthusiastic shine in her expression. “Aww, look how cute you all are inside there! Like a dollhouse~” she cooed, holding her blushed cheeks with both hands. “Enjoying the show so far? You probably can’t see much out of these little windows. Let me fix that~”
Agnea braced a step back from the tavern, a preparation that sparked a riot in the tavern. Staff and guests alike fought to get downstairs and evacuate, sensing a very real tension in the giant’s movements, and their instincts were right to be wary – an attack was about to be charged, giving only moments for everyone to rush to a safe distance. While people poured out the exits, Agnea twisted her hips, took aim, then launched her leg forward with a cheer– “Hyah!” Her kick smashed right through the roof with hurricane force, a demonstration of her gigantic strength, completely leveling the top of the building. Debris rained into the river and streets nearby, with some remnants of the tavern flying farther into the city, crashing into carriages and walls. That one kick had awoken the population to the danger they were in, as long as Agnea was allowed to keep playing her games; considering her gleefully satisfied expression, no one risked waiting for her to settle down on her own.
All of the attention was rising to Agnea’s head, turning her antsy and itchy where she stood post-kick. She was panting, not from having exerted herself, but because she felt overheated with fluster. It was intoxicating, and she had no mind to resist it; while turning redder, she grinned darkly and loomed over a crowd outside the tavern, cornering them with the presence of her feet. Once all their heads were aimed skyward, she stuck out her tongue and lifted the hem of her dress, delicately sliding the fabric to reveal lengths of smooth legs, ultimately reaching the cotton-white of her panties, exposed for them to see. Embarrassment flushed her audience as she flashed them, encouraging her to sway her hips in a little dance, guiding even more attention to her lap.
“Eh-heh~ Isn’t this fun? Clockbank is so stuffy~ Everyone needs to relax more…!” Agnea laughed as she wandered onward, happily tossing her skirt side to side as she marched with high-kick steps that rattled the cobblestone of the streets. She chased the citizens that were in her path, making them dash up flights of stairs that she crossed one bound at a time. She slowed only to peek into windows; no matter her positivity, the sudden eclipse of her face peering into upper floors was guaranteed to shamble those inside. “C’mon out and dance with me~ I’ll teach you! Follow my lead~”
Castti had been following behind at her more mindful pace, carefully stepping around the sprawling of people and the trail of messes Agnea had been making. The tavern’s terrorized condition had appalled her, that she wondered what had come over her friend to be acting out so wildly. Whatever the reason, Castti tasked herself with putting an end to it, progressing boldly – until she was close enough to compare her own size to Agnea, realizing how the gap between their heights had widened. Castti quaked when assessing Agnea to be as tall as Clockbank’s clock tower, a 50’ landmark and the last structure worth comparing to her.
“Enough fooling around, Agnea!” Castti called out, speaking over the rumbling of crowds flowing past and between her boots. Agnea was then saddled on a rooftop, rocking back and forth as if upon a mount; the residents inside could be seen thrown around their rooms, the ceiling above threatening to break. Castti had to act quickly; “Get down from there, or I’ll make you come down…!”
But Castti’s challenge was heard as a joke, met with a haughty laugh. “Oh, Castti~ I’d love to see you try! Look how short you are~ Wouldn’t you rather join me and have some fun?”
Castti scowled, but could not help glancing at some of the citizens and guards fleeing away, tickled by temptations that had to be shaken out of her head. “N-No! This is dangerous! Th-These are people, not… toys…”
“It’s fine~ They know we’re just playin’ around! Tee-hee– nggh…” Agnea’s attitude dipped when she felt a wave of uneasiness pass through her. Her sense of balance faltered as a symptom took effect, another pulse from the curse: a growth spurt, a sensation shared with Castti simultaneously, who also buckled with discomfort. Agnea whined as she felt heavier atop the roof, “Uh…! L-Look out–!”
Castti shuddered into the wall of a shop, recoiling from a boost to her size that pushed her past the height of its rooftop. Just as she had grown a fraction taller, so too did Agnea blow-up in scale by that same proportion, ascending greater and more explosively; in the rush of changing, Agnea moaned and bent backwards, putting all the weight of her seat into the back-half of the house she rode. Inevitably, the structure caved-in beneath her, snapping under her butt and causing her to tilt and tumble behind herself, a fall that was immensely slow and grandly impressive– bwoooom!! Agnea collapsed into the river below, wiping out a footbridge and damming the stream with her waist. Though folks had been fast in dodging away from her ass, the subsequent waves of water swept after them even faster, flooding the streets and alleys where they ran to.
Fortunately for them, Castti dove against the wave, putting herself between it and the civilians. She leaped high over the crowds with dramatic flair, kneeling to the ground so that her body was a barrier; she easily bore the brunt of the water, redirecting it away from the innocent people behind her. They gawked at both the size and swiftness of their savior, before fleeing like they had been, still just as suspicious of her as they were of the other giants romping around. Castti did not require thanks, but knew Agnea’s attitude was to blame, glaring at where she sat and giggled in the river.
More of the river washed into town when Agnea rose up to her feet, revealing her newest height, more than 60’ tall and unrivaled by any landmark. Even Castti felt a flicker of fear, looking up at a human so huge; Agnea, meanwhile, was eager to see the world at a new perspective, stepping out of the ditch and into the industrial district. In her wake, she trickled water from her clothes, raining upon the quaking environment. She bundled a roll of her skirt and squeezed it tight with both hands, twisting the water out of the fabric – and down onto the roof of a building, unintentionally soaking it.
But after patting the seat of her dress, Agnea realized she would remain uncomfortable as long as she was in wet clothes. On that whim, she shamelessly started to strip, right where she stood in the middle of Clockbank, excited to have everyone watching. She let her skirt drop loosely into the street, she draped her blouse over a rooftop, and strung her underwear over whatever they were tossed upon – that quickly, she was nude, only then struck with reddish bashfulness as she scanned her surroundings, noticing all the startled expressions pointed up at her. Lastly, there were her dancing shoes, which she removed from her feet by performing two high-kicks of celebration; the pair was launched out of the district, each one crashing into its own corner of Clockbank, blasting through the corners of warehouses or bouncing amongst ambushed crowds. Those consequences were only a chime of amusement to Agnea as she traveled barefoot, excitedly exploring an intersection of traffic with her freshly exposed body.
Of all the reactions Agnea had earned, none were more vocal and embarrassed than Castti’s. “No! What’s gotten into you?! D-Don’t do that!!” she complained, shielding her eyes from the sight of unabashed nudity. She had to peek past her own hands, only able to respond more after Agnea moved farther behind some of the cityscape. Castti groaned, “Sh-She’s out of control… How am I supposed to keep up with her? Urgh…” Her own resolve was thinning, she noticed, but she refused to let the curse get the better of her, or her friends – as usual, she had to be the reliable one for the party, and so she pressed forward, skipping over the shattered footbridge and chasing after Agnea’s head mazing above the industrial district.
“Aww~ The factories are so cute! All the little cogs and wheels, hehe~” Agnea leaned over the various machinery and facilities as she passed by, looking over the clockwork life that had since become appropriately toy-sized to her. She knelt low to look into windows, sometimes crawling up pathways as she studied the insides of factories, curious of the production lines and how they operated, but she was disappointed to discover most workers had stopped in their tracks, more concerned of the titan rumbling outside than their jobs. Agnea thought brightly: “The day’s over, no more working~ I’ve decided everyone deserves the day off! So come on outside and play with me~ Don’t be scared~”
Her behavior, however, granted her no favors over the workers. They huddled together away from the walls, wary of the windows where silver-blue eyes peered within. Distress grew among them as the rumbling outside put pressure on the machines, causing turbines and gears to screech into malfunction – a situation that became worse when Agnea impatiently shook the factory building, urging them to have to exit. Machinery began to fall apart, steam shooting from pipes and cogs collapsing to the floor; a series of furnaces were overcharged with coal, causing a swell of fire that chased workers away before they could tend to it. They evacuated opposite of where Agnea awaited them, but her reach yet threatened them when she stood and leaned over the factory with her bare torso, grinning down at those running away.
“Come back! We’re just getting started!” Agnea laughed, extending herself over the roof with a hand ready to scoop victims. But before she could reach down, thick plumes of smoke billowed up from the chimneys – the excess exhaust caused by the blazing furnaces, blown up into Agnea’s face. Her hand returned to her as cover, but too much had already been breathed in– “Gah… hah…! Khk–choo!” A sneeze snapped from Agnea then, a blast like wind magic that shot into the street below and spiraled through the workers, tossing them all around. Yet worse was coming from them, as Agnea’s imbalance caused the wall beneath her to crumble under her weight – demolition that saw the giant tipping and falling forward, smashing into the ground with explosive effect. In the end, Agnea laid face-down into the factory yard, remnants of machinery spilled over and around her, legs kicked up in the air behind her; from the haze of debris, a giggle turned into a laugh, as Agnea only found the accident amusing to her, and not as the disaster it was for the people she was after.
Rising from the ruins, Agnea was delighted to discover that she had been dropped into a crowd of workers, those that had been too late to leave the factory and wound up in her proximity. There were plenty around her, staggered and stumbled amidst bricks and gears, but she was most ecstatic over those pressed under her chest, the unfortunate few that were stuck to her skin even as she lifted up. Their movements tickled her, but one particularly teased her, a worker that rode a nipple, clinging to the pink flesh as he was carried into the air; she grabbed her breast and clenched, laughing bubbly while trying to squeeze his squirming to a stop, yet unwilling to let him go either. Her legs, still kicked up, twitched and curled around each other, biding her arousal – for as little as she could, soon moaning and succumbing to desire. She crept forward, snaking up the yard and closer to the winded workers, approaching with a hungry expression.
The scene had the attention of everyone around, but the most observant of the situation was out of Agnea’s sights, past the bend of the block. From a high-fenced area, Throné was stealthed behind a workshop’s wall – as sneaky as she could be as a giant, undoubtedly being watched by suspecting townsfolk. She only had to be hidden from Agnea, having circled around Clockbank to catch her from an unexpected angle. The rogue meant to act sooner, but as she spied over the roof, she became fascinated with her ally’s antics, allowing her to cave into the factory and crawl out from the wreckage. Only when Agnea had two handfuls of people did Throné break from her trance and step out of the shadows, prepared with another chain and shackle.
“C’mon~ Let’s party all night, everyone~!” Agnea sang aimlessly, overjoyed with the collection of Clockbank citizens she had acquired. Her eyes alternated between admiring each grasp of people, cheerfully watching their efforts to struggle and squeeze free from her grip. Strolling along and out of the factory yard, she was too distracted to notice the crowds at her feet, unaware that in her path lay a man trapped under rubble. “Follow me! I wanna be somewhere nice and open where I can really dance~”
Agnea’s next stride was in motion, but then stopped – her ankle had been anchored by a shackle, prevented from finishing that footfall. The snag nearly tripped Agnea forward into a more disastrous misstep, but by elbowing the nearby building, she managed to catch herself; she followed the chain of the shackle down the street, but she had already known that it was Throné interfering once again. Her ally was stanced at an intersection, both hands wielding the chain and pulling back – enough of a delay that the rubble-trapped man was able to flee.
Throné’s glare spoke clearly that there would be no more dancing, but Agnea proved more belligerent than their earlier encounter. The tallest of the two giants refused to be stopped, and with a dancer’s kick, her shackled leg flung forward – and dragged Throné out into the open. The rogue gasped, surprised at how she could be outbeat with both hands gripping the chain; she stumbled up the street before being tripped entirely, crashing into the cobble pavement and still pulled ahead. Throné was devastated where she wiped out, understanding only then how the gap in size between her and Agnea had made for starkly different levels of strength.
“Hahaha~! I’ve never seen you stumble so much, Throné~” Agnea teased as the shackle disappeared from her ankle. She then hugged her handfuls of citizens under her bare chest, enwrapping them with both arms, and then stuck out her tongue. “Get your own!” she argued, as if tiny people were what Throné was after. “Look– you’ve got plenty to play with!”
What Agnea had pointed out to Throné were the array of townguards that had arrived on the scene, a platoon on either side of where she had fallen. Throné rose to a crawl, but that was as far as she was allowed; on command, the soldiers all together tossed wide-sprawling nets up and over the giant body – nets they would normally use to wrangle rowdy mobs or loose beasts, but were all used then to restrain Throné alone. By grabbing the ends of the nets and pulling with all their weight, the soldiers were successful in binding her legs, arms, and waist. Though only one of the two titans was brought down, the achievement was importantly inspiring, much to Throné’s dismay.
“What are you all doing?! I’ve been trying to help you…!” Throné snarled, lifting a hand in defiance – only for another net to lasso it down. Frustration boiled to a peak; already insulted once by Agnea’s stubbornness, she was in no mood to have guards, of all people, swarming her while she was down. The boldest of soldiers even mounted her, adding themselves to keep her pinned and press their advantage. “Get off! B-Before I… I…! Hahh…!”
A shiver ran through Throné’s body, sensed by the guards surrounding her. It had taken all their power and resolve to keep one giant down, but all Throné required was an extra surge of strength, occurring to her – and her friends – at just the moment she needed. She tried to warn them, but the transformation choked her; she expanded suddenly under the nets, growing too large for them to hold her, and so as her scale rose, so too were guards carried upwards, feebly trying to maintain control. It was inevitable, however, that Throné would escape, her new size giving her the leverage to instantly break free – a swing of an arm and a kick of her leg sent soldiers rolling and scrambling, while others clung and were carried away as she craned up onto her feet.
“Tch! Troublesome things!” Throné scoffed, glaring at a soldier splayed upon her shoulder. With a swift flick of her finger, she smacked the guard upside the head and knocked him down; she had the same regard towards the others hanging onto her, disrobing the measly nets and casting aside those that had tried. All were annoying to her, but the most bothersome was left for last – a soldier that straddled her rear, climbing the net that had been thrown around her waist. She rode Throné’s ass like a wild mount, attempting to not be thrown away by her motions, but by lingering as long as she had, she made herself a prime target for the rogue’s temptations. “Enjoying yourself?” Throné huffed over her shoulder, her face remarkably red. “Let this be a lesson…!”
Boom! A brick wall was cratered, nearly shattered by the impact of Throné’s ass thrown into it. Between the building and her derriere was the unfortunate guard; Throné circled her hips and drilled the soldier deeper into the debris, so that when she pulled away, the guard would be left plastered to the wall, flattened into unconsciousness. Throné overlooked her handiwork, initially only to see the guard defeated, but then with keener intrigue, fascinated by her own outburst – she massaged her butt, impressed at how it could be weaponized at her size, and how effective it was at humiliating her opposition. Her redness burned brighter, taken over by thoughts she would otherwise rarely consider, an appetite that turned her towards the rest of Clockbank’s ranks – regardless of where they ran to.
“How quickly you flee from your duties… Where did that confidence from earlier go…?” Throné hummed at the guards while peeling the last of the nets from her body. At full-height, she appreciated her most updated size, rivaling the buildings beside her, well-able to look past their rooftops. That superior overview allowed her to keep track of where the mob of guards had scattered – pitifully into alleys and ditches, no braver than the citizens they were supposed to protect. She had her eyes on a particular few trying to regroup and arm themselves, situated under a walkway bridge; Throné smirked at how they were unwittingly cornered, her next steps quiet and subdued as she slipped out of her heels.
In the midst of being rallied, the group of guards were not expecting a giant to approach so quietly. The rogue was upon them before they realized, her huge presence rumbling the cityscape only when she was in position – stanced to squat down on top of the bridge, using the risen road as a seat that ran between her legs. For those in the underpass, they were suddenly blocked in, each exit from under the bridge denied by a wall of wrinkled flesh; Throné coyly had her feet closed around them, her dress hiked in her hand so that she could watch her soles overtake the tunnel. Inevitably, the guards tried to shove their way out, tackling and bashing into the feet; they dug their arms between her toes, but could escape no further, simply unallowed to leave. Throné bit her lip as they resisted, every unruly attack uniquely tickling her and casting shivers of excitement – translated into tremors that riddled the bridge, fissured its pavement, cracked its walls…
Krr-kooosh! Never meant to sustain such weight, the bridge buckled under Throné, her seat bursting into debris and dust. The drop was meaningless to her, a bump of movement that was more satisfying than surprising; a chuckle leaked from her lips and her fingers curled tightly, pleased with how the structure crumbled, eager to uncover the results. A wicked gleam in her eyes curiously looked at the sides of her ass, where she felt the squirming of survivors caught in the wreckage and pressed beneath her. She sighed, revealing a fluster to her thoughts, not quite sure why she would oppress such weak people – yet, when given the opportunity, she happily shifted her seat forward and back, grinding the victims once more before lifting up out of the destruction.
Throné had not been oblivious of the fact that she was being watched, not only by the frantic townsfolk, but by the more outstanding gaze that belonged to Agnea. The larger, nude dancer leaned over a row of rooftops, drawn into how Throné disposed of the guards, blatantly staring at her friend’s ass and the stains of rubble painted upon it. When their eyes met, electricity pinged between them; Throné was not so proud of herself, but did not dissuade Agnea from looking either, perhaps pleased for her rear to be so enamored over. Neither woman spoke specifically of it, but their thoughts were in agreement: This is fun…
“Hey… Let me see what you have there…” Throné said, crawling against the building that was between her and Agnea. While standing, her head was level with the roof; twice as tall, Agnea was closer to Throné’s height while sitting on her knees, her bust almost perched on the rooftop. Throné stared at the armful of factory workers Agnea still had, a collection the dancer nearly forgot about. “Don’t be greedy… or do I need to steal them from you…?”
Agnea was unsure how to respond, and also too hot to react when Throné reached for her chest. Both hands veered, aiming not for any one of the people Agnea held, but for her breasts instead, grasping the centers of each globe and massaging in wide circles. “Th-Throné?!” Agnea gasped, her temperature spiking upon being touched so sensually, but she hardly pulled away – more caught by Throné’s hands than she had been by her shackles. She permitted the groping, especially as it pertained to her captives situated just under her boobs, the underside of flesh squishing down and over them, and so they squirmed in retaliation, a result that put a tremble in Agnea’s voice, a tone that had turned submissive once again towards the half-sized giant.
“Silly Agnea~ You can’t just take people like this~” Throné snickered, her face leering closer and closer to the chest she fondled so passionately. “You need to let them be free~” With pickpocketing lightness to her fingers, Throné delicately pinched a person of Agnea’s armful, only to plant that individual up into her cleavage, slid into place within the continued groping motion. Agnea stuttered, for as tiny as the person was to her then, she could still feel their pebble-like presence, their body being rolled from one boob onto the other, lathered in the sweat of her anticipation. Throné licked her lips; “Let them go where they want to go,” she suggested, sneakily adding another to her bosom, then another. “Lay down~ I want to see what they do…~”
The sultry swing of Throné’s voice stirred Agnea into a bout of cackles as she slowly obeyed. By the direction of the rogue’s push, Agnea allowed herself to lay back into the road behind her, a width that was forced open by her occupation of it, property and people pushed aside from where her bareness invaded – or smothered under her, if unable to get away. Throné, meanwhile, followed along by climbing up and over the rooftops that had been between them, maneuvering around the cityscape with a thief’s lightness, yet no less were the structures strained as she passed. On the other side, Throné awed at Agnea’s taller form taking up the passage and the plaza it led to; she approached while undoing her dark attire, stripping out of her underwear, and discarding the garments over balconies and walkways, so that she was as naked as her partner. Comfortable and confident, she leered at Agnea and the scramble of citizens spread over her chest, each breast clutched in a hand as if they were gifts waiting to be opened.
Throné was eager to open such presents and unravel together with Agnea, but before she could climb onto her friend’s body, her leg was tugged backwards, preventing her from continuing. She was hardly surprised to find that Castti was responsible for stopping her – “Stop this now! Both of you, get a hold of yourselves…!” Castti disciplined her allies while straining to pull Throné away, her arms wrapped around the rogue’s knee yet unable to budge her back. She glared indirectly at the two troublemakers, but could not stare directly at either of them, not while they were both naked and in compromising poses. “H-Hasn’t this been enough?! Look at yourselves! You’re destroying the city!”
“Yeah! And it’s so much fun!” Agnea laughed, an eruption of emotion from the largest of the three giants. Her long legs kicked against walls and corners, jittering with excitement; Castti was intimidated by the tremors of her excitement, flinching into Throné when Agnea’s feet broke through a building. Her head curled upwards enough to peer down at Castti – amused by how fractional her size was to her own. “Come on, Castti~ It’s not like anyone can stop us! We’re not breaking any rules if we make-up the rules, hehe~”
Throné snickered and played along. A claw-like hand rested on Castti’s blond head, both petting and grasping her. “Agnea’s right~ At this point, there’s no going back… Why don’t you just join us?”
“She’s jealous~ because she’s so tiny~” Agnea teased, pointing tauntingly at Castti. “She didn’t get to be as big as us~”
Castti burned red, finally flashing her expression up at both of them, but by then, her anger had been muddled with embarrassment. “S-Something has come over us…! All of us! W-We can’t give into these… urges…!” she stressed, but Throné’s hand was pushing her down and away, until she was successfully peeled off her leg. “Gah! Y-You’ve forced my hand…! I-I’ll attack if I have to– oooahhhh!!”
“Gotcha!” Agnea cheered as her feet suddenly clapped together, her legs bent upwards in the narrow street so she could catch Castti between them. Clutched between the soles, Castti squirmed to no avail, her arms and head locked between Agnea’s toes while her feet kicked in the air. It was too tight to escape, but her efforts were ticklish – triggering a shockwave of laughter that rumbled through Clockbank. “Hahaha! Q-Quick, Throné! Hehe, t-take her clothes off…!”
Castti gasped sharply, cut down by the command she heard, while Throné happily obeyed. With Castti held captive by Agnea’s feet, there was little she could do to resist being stripped; Throné’s fingers quickly undid her layers of apothecary garments, tearing whatever could not be untied, until her ally was as nude as her and Agnea. Her smaller-scale garments were tossed to the sides, left to drape over crowds and obstruct their retreats, so many of whom had been petrified by watching the three nude titans tangle into one another. Though Throné and Agnea may have been able to ignore the citizens’ attention, Castti was painfully aware of all the eyes scanning their naked forms, squealing in distress that she was helpless to preserve her grace – a squeal that turned indistinguishable from a masochistic laugh.
“Oh, don’t cry, lil’ Castti~” Throné hummed, stroking a finger beneath the redness of Castti’s cheeks. “You’re in safe hands with us. Come here…”
Castti was then taken out from between Agnea’s clapped feet, only for her face to then be shoved into Throné’s chest, squeezed tightly by the bigger giant. An initial complaint went muffled and unheard, but soon after did the sensation make Castti melt in her friend’s arms. No longer acting so resistant, she allowed herself to breathe Throné’s aroma, an air that electrified her skin and blurred her thoughts; she heard Throné’s mesmerizing giggle, a soothingly cool tone that turned her malleable and submissive. All that dizziness was amplified when Agnea took both of them up into her arms, clutching Throné the same way she had clutched Castti, so that each giant was nuzzled into the chest of the next biggest. Of course, Agnea’s hug was the strongest of them all, emphasizing a pressure between her breasts; Castti was thus the most smothered, that even when her face pulled free from Throné’s bust, she was yet surrounded by mammaries on either side, merely a doll in proportion to Agnea’s scale.
Just as the three had settled into that position, however, they all sensed the same feeling brewing within them. Simultaneously did they grimace with the discomfort of needing more space – another pulse that was making them grow even bigger. Castti and Throné were particularly pinched, bound as they were between breasts, but Agnea was free to expand and even take advantage of the surge. Ecstatic to be growing larger, Agnea sprung her legs and arms outward just as she blew up – a cheerful reaction that made her growth an explosion of nudity there within the Clockbank plaza. The narrow streets were forced wider when her limbs stretched down the lanes, demolishing any factory or warehouse in their way; squirms of delight reached farther out, increasing the radius of wreckage so that she had plenty of room to roll and laugh, an entire district of the city made into a rocky bed for her to romp in. People fled fast, whether they could see Agnea inflating for themselves, or if they could only hear the roar of destruction synchronized with her immature laughter, yet so many more were upon the event itself – scattered over Agnea’s body, thrown out of their homes and shops, speckled across her skin alongside the debris. Her body rocked and tilted with enjoyment, causing the mess upon her to shift and slide into all nooks of her body. There was no pause to the devastation, for even after the growth ceased, any motion from Agnea would rekindle a disaster; her hands and feet had nowhere to go, no place they could fit without crushing something else, but Agnea was unconcerned with any such consequence. Her breathing had spiked and her temperature had rocketed – she demanded in a desperate, shivering moan, “More…! I need more…!”
Caught up in her arousal, Agnea had not realized how her dramatic growth spurt had caused her friends to bounce and tumble down her body. Throné was thrown to Agnea’s crotch, splayed out over the region with an arm and leg hooked around her thighs; Castti had slipped down Agnea’s side and into an adjacent complex, her newly increased weight having cratered through the rooftop and into the variety of rooms. From these fallen perspectives, they each had a chance to comprehend their heights, though Agnea remained bafflingly big – even bigger to the citizens scrambling all around and over her, an entire district overtaken by her hugeness.
Yet being so giant by itself was not enough to satisfy Agnea’s desires. Despite so much of Clockbank having become rubble in her wake, her smile yearned for more. With the lightest flick of her hand, she decided a tower to topple over, an effect she chuckled at before pounding her fist into a square of houses– Booom! Booooom! These direct attacks were like assaults from an invading army, but conducted by a playful lightness, the chaos unfolding like a tune she would dance to.
Castti winced at what she saw happening far from where she was stuck in a building. “Gnh…! Agnea…!” she groaned, as did the wooden floors beneath her, creaking louder whenever she tried to lift herself up. Workers within those rooms around her panicked about her sudden presence, but she was past the point of being embarrassed by any citizen perspective; she insisted on dislodging herself from the building, regardless of what broke or how it affected the people around her. In a burst of effort, she outright shattered a wall with a kick to unleash her legs and hobble back down to the plaza. She stumbled when Agnea’s arm craned overhead, reaching around to commit another boom of demolition; Castti closed her ears against the crumbling noise that followed, before piping up with pleas, “Agnea! Wait!!”
But Agnea continued, running her hands across streets, laughing at the trails of mayhem she made and how civilians scattered away from her fingers. Castti felt helpless trying to get her attention and going unheard; she looked to Throné for support, but discovered her nestled happily upon Agnea’s lap, enjoying the vibrations of every destructive strike. Alone, Castti had to do something – even if it were just to slow down Agnea, of which too many obtuse ideas came to mind, the result of her clouded thinking blending with her heroic instincts.
In a blink of fogged thoughts, Castti took initiative and leaped into Agnea, grabbing her elbow before the arm could be swung into a factory. Her weight proved just enough to pull the limb down, winning Agnea’s heavy stare of interest; locked into her eyes, Castti was propelled by the very urges she had been resisting, surprising even herself when she jumped and hugged Agnea by the neck – a point from which Castti then pushed her head into Agnea’s lips, forcing a kiss of two different sizes.
“Mmfh! Mm– aaah…” Agnea’s reaction shifted from shocked to ecstatic in only heartbeats of time. Though it was Castti that started the kiss, it was Agnea that took over, granted that privilege with her greater size. She placed a hand under Castti’s seat to lift her deeper into the affection, so that her puckered lips nearly consumed her friend’s head; Castti had to snap free at times to breathe, revealing how her hair was mopped and her face was flushed. That flustered visage was well appreciated by Agnea, giggling at how instantly her kiss had made an impression on Castti. She reclined into a mound of rubble, a movement that added to that very pile, and an angle that drew Castti closer; “Castti… I-I never thought you’d taste so great…~”
Castti shivered to those words, but was more than willing to offer herself as a distraction – a tactic that would buy Clockbank residents time to evacuate, as well as a means to satisfy her own perverted cravings. She could no longer withhold herself from the urges that had already overwhelmed both Agnea and Throné, caught in the same amorous whirlwind and driven towards the same sexual ambitions. It made sense to her why her friends had flipped into such reckless, untamed behavior, and she was more motivated than ever to join the craze. After having her head pushed into another kiss, she writhed free from Agnea’s grasp to position herself higher – her crotch brought to Agnea’s lips, designating to be licked. Crawled halfway onto Agnea’s face, Castti burningly knew how disgraceful they must have appeared, yet her body followed its own rhythm nonetheless, humping and grinding against Agnea’s kiss while dotting the arc of her nose with loving touches.
The scene was strikingly captivating for the sprawling audience the pair had, but none were more infatuated than Throné. From the middle of Agnea’s legs, she stared dizzily up at the two, even as the thighs on either side of her began rolling and massaging her upper body between them. She maneuvered herself on top of the lap, raising her face closer to the ongoing sex, until her nose was just touching the underside of Agnea’s cleavage. Deft hands scrolled the dips of Agnea’s waist while her own hips swiveled back and forth pointedly into her clit, her roguish dexterity performing excellently to rouse reactions out of the tallest giant. Throné’s glance then happened to meet with Castti’s as her head snuggled into the pillowy breasts – her smug smile was in contrast to Castti’s grimace, yet both shared the same sensation of obsession, neither quite in control of what they wished to be doing nor opposed to how they acted. Together, they occupied Agnea’s attention – but only for so long could they themselves stay focused.
Agnea’s gasps bellowed to the edges of the city, ramping in intensity as she was double-teamed by her two friends. The pavement cracked under her squirming dance, as were mounds of debris kicked away by stray steps. In a flare of excitement, she clutched Castti and Throné to dig them deeper where they were, pressing them tightly into her love regardless of how they wriggled. As if a lit fuse had sizzled to its end, there was a sudden eruption– “Nh-ahhhh!” Agnea boomed, vocalizing her orgasm, her squeal piercing right through Castti on her lips and her thighs clamping shut around Throné. Her moan devolved into an exasperated laugh, tickled pink by the leaking emissions between her legs – fluids that slathered over Throné, causing her to pull away and escape Agnea’s grasp. Castti similarly struggled to get out of her bind, having been made wet by Agnea’s abundant kissing, but despite Agnea’s grip loosening in her climaxed state, she proved too small to squeeze free, kept latched to the oozing expression that Agnea giggled into.
Then, without thinking, Agnea rolled over in a sigh of ecstasy, a motion that carried along her two companions. Rubble was crushed again as her body flipped onto her front, the remains of houses and shops lost beneath her, only slow enough to allow the lingering survivors a chance to get away. The destroyed district was her bedspread to enjoy her afterglow in, lazily realizing too late how her comfort came at the expense of Castti and Throné, yet when she did finally think of them, her intentions were unsympathetic. She smiled at Castti laid over her chest and neckbone, then to Throné wedged upside-down in the grasp of her legs, thankful for their involvement – and inspired to make more use of them.
Her sex had struck the two into dazes that lasted even after they were able to recover themselves from her clutches. Castti had to strain herself free from under Agnea’s bosom, twitchy from the experience that left her anxiously on the edge of satisfaction; Throné was more like liquid, slipping up from the legs and immediately lounging along their lengths, her head nuzzled cozily on Agnea’s ass. Yet despite having been thrown into these places, they were far from exhausted – the thrill of getting their giant-sized friend to climax had made them biting for their own conclusions. Even Castti, who appeared visibly swirled, had shivering legs excited for resolution; she teetered in front of Agnea, panting and sweating more than she did, a redness taking over her complexion like the selfish ideas that were corrupting her morals.
“Throné! H-Help me…!” Castti hissed past Agnea’s shoulder, over to where Throné was relaxing on her legs. The thief winced when called to, expecting yet another ringing of Castti’s chastising, but was pleasantly surprised to hear her explain, “I’ll do anything you want… j-just, get me off…! Before I do something foolish…”
Throné perked up on Agnea’s ass, delighted with the request. She chuckled, “Finally come around, have you? Very well~ Let’s have some fun with what’s left, shall we?” Lifting off of the legs, Throné took a full-height stance; though she was a fraction smaller than Agnea, her tallness was no less impressive, certainly spurring a trembling reaction from Castti below her. She placed a hand upon Castti’s head, bending forward to reach her; the touch deepened Castti’s redness to another shade. “Come along, my pet~ I know where we can begin.”
Outside the ring of rubble that the threesome had created, crowds of citizens shoved their way outward, navigating across strings of destruction that had been left behind in their wake. Having witnessed the city’s own guards fail to suppress the giant threats, there was no order or function to the evacuation, every person on their own when it came to their salvation. Despite the population having been muddled all together under the same distress, there was yet a division of class amidst the mobs – the rich elites believing they had priority to escape first and foremost, trampling any lessers in their way. It would be their ruin, however, as the eastern bridge became a congested chokepoint of traffic, where a wealthy family was ushering a bank’s worth of treasure rather than leave room for others to exit. A riot would have inevitably broken out, had they not all sensed the same rumbling recommencing closeby, all heads turning to the corner where the naked Castti and Throné had arrived.
“Ah, there’s more here than I thought there would be,” Throné said smugly, a finger curled to her lip. Their presence triggered a panic of movement from the people, all trying at once to force out the gate past the choke. Throné urged Castti forward with a gentle push on the back, “Don’t let them all loose~ We don’t want anyone to miss out on the fun~”
Castti was still panting from earlier as she stepped forward, obediently following Throné’s directions towards the bridge. The confusing situation was only made worse by everyone’s rush; citizens split off in all directions, forfeiting the escape route and hiding back into the streets and buildings, sheltering away from Castti’s approach. The dark pulses had since made her as big as Agnea when she first appeared in town, and no more were the guards ready to handle such a problem, scattering just as much as those they were meant to protect. Castti thus effortlessly positioned herself at the mouth of the bridge, carrying with her an expression of guilt as she looked down at the traffic with a foot suspended above them.
Crraa-aaaassshkk! With a serious stomp, Castti obliterated the center of the bridge, kicking up a geyser from the river flowing underneath. In the moment before the impact, the rich elites abandoned their wealth in the wagons, leaping off the sides to avoid being crushed; many were tossed through the air in an explosion of stone shrapnel, wooden debris, and gold coins – glistening as they rained down into the water, lost to the current. The impact had demanded that everyone else retreat back into Clockbank, lest they be left for Castti to pick out.
But there was nowhere to retreat to, as the crowd turned to face Throné having approached, her greater size instilling a deeper hopelessness than even Castti’s attack. People dashed into buildings and alleys, but there were too many of them to all hide at once – if hiding at all was even an option, as Throné’s glare keenly kept track of where they all fled to. Her role was to take away the shelters that Castti scared them into, and so she began by confidently perching a foot onto a warehouse rooftop, immediately putting strain on the structure and snapping its shingles. With an extra push of pressure, enough cracked and creaked that those inside were flushed out, racing out exits and windows as the ceiling overhead threatened to fall; one more push, and– krak-koooom! Throné’s step tore through the wall, gashing it open and allowing the rest to crumble apart. While most escaped out into the street in time, others were pinned under the rubble, digging themselves free – a pathetic appearance that Throné savored as she drew her foot back.
“Bring them to me, Castti!” Throné laughed, fidgeting her toes free of the debris stuck between them. She was back on the hunt, prowling low towards the crowds so she could reach down and swipe a handful of citizens – a bundle of four easily grasped and taken into her possession. “We’ll bring the whole community together~ Closer than ever before~”
Castti did as told, corralling crowds inwards and denying sneaky escapes. She passed between buildings to force people out of alleys and into the open, where Throné could then catch them with ease, her hand swooping down like an eagle snatching its prey. Even if some managed to run away between her legs, they had only so many places to go, and Throné was continually narrowing those options, stomping and sitting on hiding spots in a romp of playfulness that was unlike her usual self. While she had fun rampaging, Castti remained ambivalent, but her hesitations were dwindling; she became infatuated when she pulled a woman up from some wreckage, imbued with the same powerful feeling that had surely surged in Agnea many times already. Now as the bigger subject, Castti sympathized with her larger friends, understanding how devilishly addictive it was to overpower someone so tiny. An apology was whimpered before she made the woman her own, kissing her head – and her whole upper body – while discreetly massaging a hand between her own legs.
Over the shouts and calls of panicked people were boisterous roars of arousal. The two titans collapsed into sexuality, swarming the city with their lewd desires, utilizing the population as plentiful playthings. Throné was the greediest, succumbing to sin where she was lounged across a field of rubble, happily applying her collection of citizens to her most sensitive places; she favored the guards as her toys, whose armor and muscles made them particularly effective to masturbate with. Castti’s urges were more sporadic, oriented towards the most meek and weary, the people that reacted most shockingly to being lifted, fondled, and smothered; she had a person in each hand, switching between them with aggressive kisses, pushing herself to her limits. She was interrupted when Throné moaned, low and loud – a beckoning that drew Castti, instilled with an instinct to combine their affections into one glorious orgy.
It would not be complete, of course, without all three giants reunited for the event. It was just as Castti began crawling onto Throné’s lap that the biggest of them came looming over. Both women blinked skywards at Agnea’s melty visage hanging overhead, a strand of drool at risk of dropping onto them. She had awoken as horny as she had been before, as inferred by her warm aura; all three were wordless between each other, communicating with hums, whimpers, and giggles, unified by the darkness that infected them. An additional surge of growth synchronized their intentions, and so their hazy eyes then turned to the sprawl of citizens, all remorse absent from their stares.
Perverted chaos descended upon the ruined districts of Clockbank. Those that thought themselves previously out of reach were suddenly reeled in when Agnea swept them inwards, bulldozing the cityscape terrain with her arm while laughing at the crunching cacophony. Throné then helped her filter the crowds from the wreckage, lifting handfuls of destruction at a time, letting the debris sift through her fingers so that only victims remained. The two tallest took these people to Castti, most intrigued with involving her now that she lacked a good conscience. They teased her by dangling citizens over her open mouth, and by spreading her legs to fill a tiny person into, but they did not forget to enjoy themselves as well. When they were not overwhelming Castti, they used the townspeople like treats and toys between each other, enamored with their helplessness underneath their sexual appetites. Throné crawled over Agnea in pursuit of citizens scattered across her body, and when enough were pooled together beneath her, they were all squeezed by a loving embrace – both of Agnea’s arms wrapped around herself, a hug around Throné and the dozens between them that disappeared in their nudity. The titans celebrated with a kiss, an affection that turned messy and noisy, all of their shame long abandoned as they unraveled into fingering and thrusting.
The women were never farther than arm’s reach from one another, even as the victims of their sexuality had the chance to spread away and escape. Past the point of requiring playthings, all three happily engaged well with themselves, aroused by their sheer dominance and the impact they had on a proud civilization. Agnea continued to flatten the cityscape around her with every twist of her body, and any lasting landmarks were left for Throné and Castti to destroy. They rewarded each other with orgasmic relief, circling satisfaction around themselves multiple times over – every climax announced with a unique moan or cheer, bellowed like war sirens that reached far to those that had evacuated Clockbank. From that distance, the population – shaken, disturbed, and perplexed – could only watch in awe as a threesome brought near-total ruin to the industrial city, once a beacon of progress reduced to stains of senseless sex.
Night had deepened, and yet the adventurers remained in the thralls of their uncontrollable urges. They had traded positions, explored every inch of each other, and had used everything around them as creative toys. Orgasm after orgasm, the earth rumbled for hours, in what many feared could be an endless humiliation; Agnea and the others thought as much too, having since forgotten the very curse that was the cause of their rampant arousal, pleased to believe that they were in a dream that would not end.
But like a typhoon coming to a close, there was finally a calm. Castti and Throné had worked together to bring Agnea sighing into another climax, and it was as if that exact breath was the last gust of the curse. The storm ceased – a moment of clarity, without a fog in their heads directing their actions. Without those urges, so too did their massiveness reverse, all three beginning to dwindle down in a steady deflation. The height gaps between them thinned as they gradually returned to their normal size, all the while left wonderstruck in their now-sobered states. Free of the curse’s darkness, they shrank into the consequences of their possession, brought to the ruins and rubble that their bodies had strewn. The only daze that still affected them was their own consciences – the realization of what they were responsible for, compounded by exhaustion and disbelief.
Castti kept her face covered behind her hands as she traversed the devastated district of Clockbank, a mask of shame she refused to put down as she perceived the setting from the angle of those her and her friends had tormented. She winced at the identifiable craters made by their rambunctiousness, flinching with memories of how she had acted so unruly. Similarly did Throné assess the results of the curse, quietly exploring the carved-out paths where legs had crashed through buildings, venturing around debris that had previously been stuck to their nakedness. So enthralled were they both with the remnants of Clockbank that neither thought anything about their current nudity, a detail easily overlooked – until they discovered their clothes strung across rooftops and splayed over streets, the discarded articles that would seemingly remain tremendously scaled even after the curse’s conclusion.
“Look! My shoes~!” Agnea’s melodic voice broke the solemness of the situation when she jumped forward of her friends, ecstatically pointing out a pair of new landmarks for Clockbank to rebuild around. Her amusement was blissful and naive, hopping up and down as she approached one of her gigantic shoes, that which she had kicked off early into her invasion of the city. Whereas Castti and Throné were guilt-ridden, Agnea’s optimism persisted unabashedly; “We got that big?! Wow…! Just try to imagine what we must have looked like from down here~!”
The heroes would, eventually, pay full amends for what they were possessed to do, and continue on their quest as they had. The curse’s magic had been exhausted, and Clockbank would rebuild – but Agnea’s giggles would forever have a haunting chill on Throné and Castti as they traveled onward, a chiming that would always remind them of overpowering playfulness and uncontrollable urges.