Amanda at Large
by Typesbad
(Consider it your typical, if somewhat long, sensuous, violent, giantess in the
city procedural)
PART 1
Dean Tisher decided that without question this was a better than average
morning. As a night engineer at the city's power plant, Dean's mornings already
differed from most as they marked the end of the workday rather than the
beginning. It started out average enough, an event-less shift followed by him
nursing a beer with a coworker at Night Owl's 24-hour bar. As usual, he was
eyeing the nurses that also came in after their shifts from the nearby medical
center and hoping to find someone new, attractive, and not completely worn out
which, much to his frustration, seemed to be a bit of a rarity in the night
shift. And worse, those that existed, seemed to gravitate to the blue uniforms
of the city's finest coming off their night shift from the large substation
right around the block.
He was just reminding himself that the medical-center and police sub-station
were the only reason why this bar was open at this hour in the first place when
there was a bit of a hush in the room. He turned to see this incredibly stunning
brunette standing just inside the doorway. She look like she just walked out of
a rock video with a tight satiny blue dress high enough to reveal dancers legs,
and low enough to display an acreage of cleavage. After scanning the room
intensely, her eyes settled on him. They remained locked on him as she found a
table and he wasted no time in joining her. After a couple of drinks and some
successful light conversation, she suggested it was too noisy (it wasn't) and
maybe they should go somewhere else (there was no where else at this hour).
So now, here he was with her arm in his, walking to his car parked in the alley
around the corner. It was a truck really, a new gleaming black Chevy Tahoe.
Suddenly it was worth every penny. A big rugged, representation of his virility
to help keep balance with her overwhelming feminine presence. Two months ago he
would have been showing her to his old battered Accord, which would not have
been a good thing. She paused to regard his prized beast as he pushed the unlock
button on the remote and opened the passenger door for her.
"These tinted windows are really dark." was her comment.
"Yes, the front door windows aren't exactly legal but I figure as long as they
aren't quite as dark as the back ones, the police won't bother with me.
"Um-Hmm" was her reply, with a tone that indicated that she wasn't really paying
attention.
Idiot!! He thought to himself as he walked around to the other side in his head
for making such a dorky comment. "I could have said something suave or
suggestive like ‘Yes I find the dark soothing - don't you?' but no, I had to..."
He halted the thought as he opened his door and gazed at her lounging in the
leather seat. She did indeed seem to find the dark soothing. She had found the
seat back control and leaned back a fair amount while she stretched her arms
behind her causing her breasts thrust out even more than they had been. The
dress looked like it was about to burst from the strain.
"It's very roomy," she said, looking back toward him after he climbed in.
"Yes..." he replied, afraid to go further for fear of saying something stupid
again. He was not sure whether he should start the engine or not.
Next, his beautiful companion reached behind his seat and pulled up his big
foldable cardboard windshield sunshade. " I have one of these", she said with a
smile, "Mine has sailboats on it, lets see what you have." He was a little
embarrassed as it was covered with big, cute bunny rabbits. It was given to him
by his staff based on an inside joke and not at all in keeping with the
vehicle's macho image.
Bunnies she vocalized the obvious, " I like bunnies." she continued as she
unfolded it completely and put it in place blocking the windshield. "I like what
they do."
Dean felt his senses go on overload and paralyze his motor functions. Her
appearance, those words and their obvious suggestion, the sudden, sultry
darkness of the cabin. His hopes and dreams were coming true so quickly he was
struggling to keep up. The best he could do to acknowledge the situation was to
drop his hand from the keys in the ignition.
"Dean, I'd like it very much if you kissed me".
It was a moment. Those words: Light, and airy, sweet and innocent with a hint of
vulnerability like the face that spoke them, yet overwhelmingly powerful with
their implication and steeped with the potential of things to come like the
exaggerated curves of the her body.
Acting on it was a little more challenging. The truck's center console was wide
and high between the bucket seats. He lowered his seat back, mostly to buy time
as he planned his angle of approach. It was then a matter of leaning, stretching
and twisting his upper body all at the same time to dock his lips with hers at a
proper angle. His body strained to hold his position, his right elbow crying out
for a different angle from which to support his upper body weight while his left
tried to smoothly caress her face and shoulders as if everything was cool.
Despite his contortional difficulty, he was definitely getting one passionate
kiss from her, though he reflected on the irony that with beauty such as hers,
it's a shame you can't kiss her and see her at the same time.
Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled her body up towards his. The
additional weight was the last thing his elbow needed but it did signal to him
that they were going to be here a while and he was free, let his lower body
untwist and follow the rest of him. He rolled gracefully over the console. That
is assuming the definition of grace includes catching your right foot on the
steering wheel and slamming the other onto the dash. Still, he was now on top of
her, though it felt a little silly with his legs bent up at the knees.
Soon he forgot all about that. Though he was kissing her, his entire being was
in his chest where her only partially covered breasts spread wide with the
contact. He desperately wanted a but he had restrained himself thus far not
wanting to risk moving too fast offending her. Probably not very likely at this
point, but Dean was taking no chances. In short order though, her right hand
came down and rubbed across his swollen crotch so that pretty much green lighted
hand-to-breast contact. He arched his back up and brought his left hand up to
plunge into the smooth satin covering the lower half of her left breast. Oh man
that feels amazing' he thought almost out loud as his fingers stretched to probe
the immensity of the thing. Her hand had effectively defined the perimeter of
his penis and began to squeeze.
Oh boy.
His right hand wanted to enjoy the same exploration as his left and though he
knew it wouldn't be easy, he went for it. He broke from her lips and pressed his
forehead against part of the seat above her head. It was going to have to
support most of his upper weight while his hands had their fun. But it was a lot
of fun. She had both her hands working too, and before he knew it she had him
unzipped and he felt her warm hand around his rock-hard member. He helped her,
lifting his lower body by pressing the top of his feet against the top of the
passenger airbag panel. He was now largely suspended from his ankles to his
forehead. Her magical hands took full advantage of the increased room between
them. That was great but he was really starting to feel a painful strain in his
neck and back from his awkward position. He cast a forlorn eye at all that empty
space behind the front seats. The rear seat back was even folded down! All that
empty space mocked his struggling in the front seat. Meanwhile she was attacking
his belt.
Suddenly it dawned on him that if he wanted to plunge his face in those breasts,
he better work quickly before he was committed to other actions. His hands
draped both shoulder straps around the corners, and down her arms. If he could
just slide them down her arms a little and those beautiful orbs would be his.
But suddenly at that point, both his penis and balls were cupped within her
hands and he had to pause and give the action the appreciation it deserved. One
of her hands left for a moment and he felt his pants and underwear slide to his
knees with remarkable speed. He cast a quick look outside his windows. Were his
windows tinted enough to conceal his bare ass just inches inside the glass in
this post-dawn sunlight? But his mind was soon back on her breasts; they weren't
exposed yet but he plunged his head down toward them anyway.
A forceful tug on his @#%$ stopped his attack. He figured he knew what it meant.
"Do you want your dress off?" He whispered hopefully and wondered if this was
the time to bring up relocating to the back. No, lets do it now! She said -
commanded, actually. He registered disappointment but remembered the windows.
She might not fully trust the tint darkness either. So dress-on it was, he'd
still find a way to those tits. His mind next raced through the following:
Got a condom?
No.
Oh well...
His head pressed against the seat again, he reached down below her dress to tug
on her panties but she pushed both his arms gently away and said "No, I'll just
move it to the side, like this." This was also disappointing. It seemed like a
cheap, unnecessary short-cut, but then he once again scanned her body and her
beautiful face and realized what a minor complaint he was about to raise. He did
use the time to pull himself up enough to drop his legs into the foot-well,
toe-pry his shoes and shimmy off his pants. With better control now he
positioned her a little on the seat and with her guidance, came on in. It was
warm and wonderful, and she flattered him with a gasp of satisfaction.
He then realized that he was so turned on by her that he was going to have to
exert a lot of his attention to controlling himself. But it was she who was in
control. She had grabbed tightly onto both cheeks of his butt and was forcing
his moves. He resisted a little, trying to move into a rhythm of his own. She
grasped harder and forced him back into her control, her moans signaling the
greater pleasure she was getting her way. He knew he had lost and didn't try
again. It's not like she hadn't been in complete control from the moment he
first laid eyes on her anyhow. So he relaxed and enjoyed the ride and did what
he could not to blow too soon. If he did, she'd probably throw him out the door
and drive off.
Her hands moved to his hips and she controlled him even more aggressively. He
was being used, no doubt about it. What a shame. He let his hands return to her
breasts and to his relief, she let him. He managed to stretch her dress down,
over the nipples, and wow!! There they were, bouncing up and down in all their
splendid glory. The sight of them plus the action down below was threatening an
oncoming orgasm. He fought it back just as she tightened her grasp even further.
To his great relief, she looked close to coming and he watched in fascination
the contortions of her beautiful face. He felt a strange vibration, like a hum.
Maybe it was the power seat.
She was coming. Boy was she coming, and shaking him like a rag doll. She
screamed out in ecstasy repeatedly before finally relaxing and releasing her
grip. He wasted no time regaining control. He glanced at her briefly, her eyes
were closed, she had a big beautiful smile on her face and she seemed to be
stretching. The seat back was a little farther up than it had to be and he bent
down found the control and let it motor all the way back. Much better. Why
didn't he do that before? He bent down thinking if he arched his back up enough,
his mouth could reach her breasts while he continued to hump her. He pushed
those wonderful hills up; his head came down, up and ...no problem!
God they were wonderful. And huge! It was amazing how big they were up close. He
worked over a nipple that felt as big as the end of his thumb. He switched to
the other, God it felt even bigger! He rubbed his face madly into this big
fleshy pillow. He was still pumping her down below but he wasn't arching his
back anymore. She must be bending back or something', he thought. Based on his
side-glance of the rear door window, she also apparently managed to scooch them
back on the seat towards the flat cargo area. Better late than never. He buried
his face between her tits with his hands on the outside of each. He could swear
they were each as big as his head. Never eat anything bigger than your head he
chuckled to himself. He wrapped his lips around a nipple. Big. Big. Big his mind
kept saying. After a few seconds, the nipple pulled itself from his mouth and
boinked him in the eye. He stretched his neck and mouth to recapture it but it
was out of reach. She's still pushing herself back!' he thought and he must be
sliding back down to the front.
His nose was against her stomach, all he saw was the blue of her dress. He
pushed out with his feet but surprisingly his feet didn't reach the floorboard,
so he grasped her hips, which his hands found sooner than he expected, and
shoved himself forward. But he didn't really move forward on her like he
expected. He was in as far in as he could go; looking forward he saw the bottom
of her enormous breasts just before his face. He stretched to recapture one in
his mouth but he couldn't reach them.
Huh? How can that be? He pushed himself up and away from her and both his head
and back immediately hit the headliner of the truck. He hardly noticed as he
darted his eyes forward and back in the suddenly quite cramped cabin and saw her
body filling the space from the front floorboard to almost the back of the cargo
area! He closed his eyes, shook his head and looked again. Things did not get
more rational. In fact; he could actually see her growing. And there was some
kind of blue glow around her that had nothing to do with her dress. His mind was
a jumble of exclamation marks but one thought rang clear. He had to get out of
there!'
It proved harder than he expected, as he was starting to get pressed against the
roof when he pulled out of her. Well he thought he pulled out, but he was still
in. It didn't make sense. None of this made any sense. He pushed and wiggled
towards the driver side of the cabin and managed to slide his upper body down
and wedge it between her now quite wide body and the rear side door. The
decreasing allowable space made his lower body slow to follow and something was
really feeling strange with his penis. But that was the least of concerns. He
forced his right hand down back between him and the door searching for the
handle. It took three tries to pull it out far enough to unlatch, but it did
finally and he pushed himself out the door.
In a one-two punch his bare butt hit the cold ground, and then his penis slapped
him in the breastbone! He stared in disbelief at the gargantuan erect penis
extended from his legs, and the penis, for its part, seemed to be staring back
at him. The head suspended above his chest was a very intimidating four inches
wide. The whole thing had to be over two feet long, and his groin felt the
weight of it. The groan and creak of straining metal turned his attention back
to the truck, now fully stuffed with female. He instinctively crab-walked
backward until he was back against the brick wall of the building beside the
ally. Her still growing body filled the big truck's cabin to capacity and it was
starting to burst at the seams. His eyes darted back and forth from the
oversized woman to his oversized @#%$ as his mind dished out equal parts of
disbelief towards both. He realized finally that his penis had been growing
right along with her when it was inside and now it was two, no, three times its
normal size!
More groans came from the truck's parts as the bottomed-out springs rested the
full weight of their load on the wheels. The sound of shattering glass made
startled him as did the sight of a giant arm working its way out of the
rear-most side-window badly deforming the rear door frame in the process. Now
came the shattering of the tailgate window followed shortly by the moan of
straining metal and a pop! as the tailgate latch gave way and her huge head
pushed outward. The rear roof was distorted with the bulges of the considerable
swell and pressure of her breasts. Her dangling arm nearly missed him as it
swung a hand the size couch cushion back to the truck, grasped the top of the
window frame and pushed up as though she were turning down bed covers. A
cacophony of sound resulted as all the rest of the vehicle's glass shattered and
the driver-side pillars were sheared loose from the vehicle's lower body. The
roof was pushed up and over like a coffin lid.
Beyond the shock of witnessing such a scene, he shuddered as the act of opening
the roof showed some consciousness on her part. He expected her to sit up and
braced himself for it. But looking at her face, now hanging well out the back of
the truck, she still appeared to be sleeping. A good thing as far as he was
concerned. Her left arm, together with the right fell casually above her head.
The move pulled on the shoulder straps causing the top of the dress to flip back
over her medicine ball sized breasts. It was the first he noticed that her dress
was growing with her - like his @#%$ had been.
Her still growing body was extending in width past the truck. As it did, the
sharp metal of the torn pillars ripped into her dress and the flesh within it.
This was all happening way too close; about five feet away. He knew he had to
get away before he got crushed between her and the building. Still he hesitated.
He rationalized that the wound would rouse her and he didn't want to be the only
moving thing in her sight, but mainly he was frozen with fascination. He heard
muffled screaming. It came from within the wall behind him. This would have
certainly been a logical reaction by someone witnessing the scene, but far as he
knew, there were no windows into the alley as a building had at one time stood
there. His paralysis allowed him one more fascinating thing to see. The blood
gushing from her gaping wounds soon stopped as the same mass-producing process
that caused her growth, healed the wounds and instantly grew skin to seal the
cuts. Not even a scar was visible before everything was covered by the cloth of
the dress that was repairing itself in the same manner. Somehow watching that
self-healing procedure take place was even more bizarre than the growth.
The hood of the Tahoe bulged up from the rear, busted loose from the hinges and
tumbled forward over the front of the truck. Out of the engine area emerged both
her legs and the base of the windshield and dashboard were being pulled apart as
the legs lifted themselves from the confines of the vehicle. Dean suddenly
realized how close he was to becoming trapped. He jumped up and ran down aside
the length of her body toward the street acutely aware of the weight of his no
longer erect but still huge @#%$ as it slapped his knees.
Ahead of him a man in typical dark pants, white shirt & tie business attire
walking on the other side of the street, heard some noise and turned to look in
the alley. Dean, still running, kept his eyes on him wondering if the man was
staring at himself or the even more bizarre scene behind him. Then the man
writhed strangely, still not exactly unexpected given the circumstances, but the
next part was. The man's texture changed. Suddenly it looked as though he were
made of powder. Then some unseen force blew on that powder and the man
dissipated into a blur of black white and skin tones that blew toward Dean and
passed behind him. Dean spun his head around and watched the blur disappear into
the giant woman. Similar ghost-like blurs of colors were emanating from the
walls on both sides and flowing into her body. Dean couldn't believe his eyes
and he spun his head forward to verify that the man was really gone. What he saw
instead was a rider less mountain bike that come from the left of the street,
hit a curb and crash to the ground. He slowed his pace as he emerged from the
ally to the sidewalk and saw a car from his right crash into the building across
the street and another from the left crash into a car parked in the street.
There was no driver in the near car and the seat cloth was dissipating into the
air exposing the seat's foam backing.
Now he noticed just how heavy was the air with the haze of blurred colors
rushing down the alley and out of the walls of the buildings. As the haze neared
her, (God she was huge! her legs extended far forward of the truck which was now
getting crushed beneath her ass!) it blended into blue and became part of the
bright blue layer of light that wrapped close to all parts of her body and
dress. In an improbable moment of clarity, he put the pieces together. Something
was somehow sucking the flesh and bone - and cloth of everything in a radius all
around her, and in that blue glow, was being transformed into the mass that fed
her growth! But how long would it keep going? A screeching noise from the alley
shook him from his contemplation. The giant heel from, he couldn't remember her
name, her extended right leg had caught under a parked convertible and was
pushing it down the ally even as the wheels refused to roll. The car had a
windshield sunshade with sailboats on it.
He took one last look at her. He could see directly between the legs to a giant
crotch, the panties had slipped back to cover what must have been foot high and
growing vagina. He had really just been there?
He turned to his left down the street and was shocked by the mayhem. A
procession of driverless cars had crashed into everything in site. The sidewalk
was littered with items that had lost their owners: briefcases, purses, glasses,
a skateboard etc.... Screams continued inside the buildings to his left and
right, all abruptly curtailed, only to be replaced with new ones. He started
running, again very aware of his absurdly large penis swinging madly and
colliding with his legs. The field hadn't extended yet to a half block ahead of
him as he saw a pair of people on the sidewalk staring at him and the carnage
around him. Just then however, he saw them hit by the effect, dust up and
vaguely blow past him. Across the street and above, there was a shattering of
glass. Dean looked up instinctively and saw a man falling from a fourth story
window. He never hit the ground.
It was at this point that he realized that he was immune to the effect. The edge
of the murderous field was beyond him and he was still a solid, if rather
exposed body. 'Something to do with this big dick I bet.' It was a fleeting
moment of security however as a large and suddenly driverless garbage truck
plowed through some parked cars and headed straight for him. He turned and ran
back toward the alley again only to see a giant pair of legs stretching almost
completely across the street. The three and four story buildings to his right on
both sides of the ally were crumbling in on themselves spewing dust, rock, and
debris across the street. Only one direction remained for him and he dashed
across the street just as the garbage truck deflected off one more parked car
and veered straight into the all-night bar where his adventure began not so long
ago.
He suddenly remembered that he had left his friend in that bar. He turned for a
moment to run the bar and possibly save the man when he was suddenly made aware
of the complete lack of human sounds coming from the demolished bar, or anywhere
around him. He realized with a sudden dread that his friend was gone long before
that truck crashed in. He had been dissipated, as had everyone else that had
been there.
There was a new crashing sound. Behind him, the one-story thick legs were clear
across the @#%$ street! And the right one was plowing a parked car through a
storefront. It scared the hell out of him. He started to run but then caught
site of an abandoned bicycle on the road. There was no doubt as to the status of
its owner so he grabbed it and took off with his absurdly huge penis dangling
over the left side of the top bar as he rode.
He soon reached the edge of the dissipation field. Apparently the field had a
surplus of cloth as people were still dissipating but their clothes were just
dropping to the ground. Another half-block and he was past it. A little further,
and he was amazed to see people outside an alley coffee shop going about their
early morning routine completely unaware of what was about to hit them.
He was about to keep going when he caught site of a woman with a baby carriage.
He turned around and rode into the ally just as people were approaching the
street to see what all the noise was about. Of course all eyes went to Dean as
he road up naked from the waist down with a dick the size of a cop's flashlight
hanging over one side. He ignored them and road straight to the mother whose
expression changed from amused to fright upon his approach.
"Run away now!" he cried, " Take your baby and run that way now! You're in great
danger!" She backed away in fear and he was suddenly grabbed in multiple places
by a mob of men. Their words: "Get away from her you freak", "back off pervert,"
and similar phrases collided with his screams of warning while he thrashed to
break free. His thrashing was doing surprisingly well too. When he swung out his
left arm, three adult men were thrown against the wall! He shook some off his
right too, and would have broke free if he hadn't slipped on a paper coffee cup.
His fall was rapidly assisted by the reminder of the mob. Just after his impact
with the ground he heard the curses and yelling of his assailants segue into a
crescendo of screams. There was a blur of color and then a pile of clothes fell
down upon him.
The screams had moved off into the distance by the time he cleared the cloths
and sat up. The alley was empty of people though their clothes were scattered
all over the ground. Six feet away was the baby carriage. He looked hoping for a
miracle, but there was no surprise. The carriage was empty but for a tiny little
jumpsuit resting flat on the cushion. The horror of the site overtook him.
Nothing he had just seen hit his gut like the site of this tiny baby's life
being swept away like so much dust. Dean broke down, he couldn't run anymore.
Instead, he simply fell to his knees, put his head in his hands and cried.
Amanda At Large
PART 2
Sky. That's all she saw when she opened her eyes. Nothing but sky. She didn't
know where she was, where she had been, what time it was, or anything. Oh God,
now what?' she wondered. She was waking up outside somewhere and that wasn't a
good sign. There were faint city sounds, and she could feel a breeze on her
legs, shoulders and face. That she didn't feel the breeze in other places
informed her without checking that she was clothed. That was a relief. But just
to make sure, she looked down past her nose, tilting her head ever so slightly
until she could see blue fabric stretched across the tops of her breasts. It was
her low-cut light blue satin mini-dress. She had obviously meant business if she
chose that outfit. With her figure, she could stand out in anything, but that
dress was tight, short, and cut dangerously low. As a sexual predator, her body
held an arsenal of weapons and that dress played them to their best advantage.
It was her foremost come-@#%$-me dress and one, she thought slightly amused, she
rarely woke up in.
But the dress was starting to bring it back to her. She had been making
love...to some guy...some guy she had just met. That's right. She wore that
dress specifically to get laid by some guy she didn't know. She had gone to that
all-night bar by the hospital, found a guy she considered sufficiently
attractive and @#%$ him. Just like that. At least she thought she @#%$ him.
Wasn't it in his car? She couldn't quite remember actually doing it, but she did
recall being in such a hurry, she didn't even take off her dress, they just kind
of worked around it.
Why did she do that? Why did she intentionally go out and seduce the first guy
she could? It wasn't like her. Amanda Larkin was no angel by any means but she
wasn't some hyper-slut either. Despite the fact that she was currently dancing
naked for a living. No, there was a definite reason, she remembered that, but
was too disoriented to recall it.
Yes she definitely remembered now, humping him on that car seat. That was it
though. Can't remember anything past that. And now here she was outside
somewhere. What'd he do, toss her out on the side of the road?
She still hadn't moved and she really know if she wanted to. Things felt
strange. She felt kind of tingly all over. And she wanted to figure this all out
before she got up and had to deal with it. Where was she? It was either up high
or in some wide clearing since all she saw was sky with no buildings or trees or
anything around the edges of her view. No people staring down at her either.
Maybe she was in a park. But it sure as hell didn't feel like grass she was on.
More like gravel. Maybe she was on a road after all.
'That does it, it's time to get up and find out what's going on.'
She moved her hands to prop herself up and looked out on the world around her.
Out was the operative word as she gazed over a landscape of rooftops to a
distant horizon She WAS on top of a building! She was looking down on several
blocks of three-to-four story buildings. She looked to see how close she was to
the building's edge, but there was no edge. Her bare legs stretched out before
her amongst some kind of rubble. Next to that rubble were some horribly
collapsed tiny buildings and beyond that more buildings, and streets, and cars
and...She closed her eyes and shook her head.
She expected that when she opened her eyes again that it would all make sense;
that she was sitting in someone's elaborate model train set or something. She
opened her eyes and there was the city stretching far and wide; and it led right
up to her legs. Plus, she couldn't ignore that fact that it looked like her legs
had caused the nearby damage. She looked around her and saw more of the same
kind of damage all around where she had laid. The rubble was from former
buildings. There was water from burst pipes in some places and a couple of small
fires in others. Where she could see streets, she saw more mess. Besides the
water and fire, it was very still. All the cars seemed to have collided into one
another and then stopped. Nothing was moving. Not up close anyway, she did see
things moving in the distance ñ the commuter train a mile or so in front of her,
cars on the freeway that was behind her a ways. But it was dead still around
her. If this was the city, where the people?
The stillness and the lack of people was the unnatural part of this set up.
Yeah, setup. That's what this is, some elaborate trick. Which meant someone was
watching her. Looking all around again, gave her no clues.
She then looked down with her left hand, reached for the nearest car, which she
recognized as a model of an old Taurus. About the same length as her hand, the
car was at once heavier and more fragile than she expected. Her fingers and
thumb caved in the doors before she had enough of a grip to pick it up. The side
windows shattered into what looked and felt like salt crystals. Bringing it up
close to her eyes, it still looked pretty darn real. She turned it over to look
at the underside figuring that would give it away as a model. She let it rest
upside down in her palm and the roof immediately caved in shattering more glass.
Damn this thing is flimsy! The under side looked incredibly real. There was no
lettering or brand logos or anything like that and everything was made up of
separate little parts like a real car. And then the clincher: it was dirty with
road grime. She pinched the car's nose with her right hand to turn it right side
up again. The car was a wreck. The sheetmetal was completely battered. Trim
pieces had fallen off, the windshield was an opaque wobbling sheet of crinkly
safety glass, and the rest of the glass was a mass of crystals inside and out.
And all she did was look at it!
She paused and pulled her right leg toward in toward her, her sandal heel
plowing through the rubble. Continuing to stare at the car, she brought her
fingers around it and slowly started to squeeze. It gave pretty easily but the
degree to which different parts resisted, the symphony of snaps, crackles and
pops revealed its complexity. Fluids flowed out of the bottom. This didn't feel
like a model car. A model or toy car wouldn't have crushed like that, and it
certainly wouldn't have gas in the tank. This was a real car. And if this car is
real, then all this is real! And that makes me some kind of giant!
GIANT!! And suddenly a flood of memories came upon her.
****************
It was a particularly shitty night at the exotic dance club she worked at. God,
how she longed to have an office job again! The other girls were pissed at her
because she was getting the most attention and the best tips even though she
wasn't as good a dancer. @#%$ 'em! This isn't exactly the ballet, girls. Men
came to see bare tits and asses and she happened to have a whole lot of the
former and a damn nice one of the latter. That's why she now had top billing.
Well usually anyway, tonight they had a special visitor. Some big haired blond
with her tits siliconed up to the size of watermelons. It was ridiculous to have
tits that big, they were completely out of proportion! She smiled slightly
realizing some of the other girls say the same thing about her. But @#%$, at
least hers were the real thing!
Howard, the manager was being his usual @#%$ self. He knew she hated it there,
and said it was showing in her dancing. Howard the dance critic! @#%$ him and
everybody else that worked there. Everybody else in her life for that matter!
"Calm down Amanda" , she replied to herself, "You're just worked up about that
weird guy. What was the deal with him? The other girls had noticed him too and
commented about him before she went on stage. And its not as though creepy guys
were a rarity around here.
She was doing her Mexican heritage routine. She was only one quarter Hispanic
but her long wavy dark hair and her tan skin helped her pull it off. She started
out in a full length Mexican party dress showing a little bit of cleavage. Than
as the barker goes on about Mayan heritage at the heart of Mexican ancestry, she
pulls off the dress to reveal a beige suede micro-bikini with Mayan symbols on
it. Her breasts overwhelmed the top bulging out all sides of the dual triangles
strung together. Kneeling down at the edge of the stage, there was no shortage
of men willing to stick bills in the strings of the suit. After she transfers
the cash to her G- string, the barker starts talking about the heat of Mexico
and off comes the top. The flashing and abundant shaking of those fabulous
breasts brought in even more money.
While she looked happy, sexy and provocative on the stage, inside she was just
going though the motions, waiting for the song to be over. The thrill of men
whooping it up over her body, that she first felt on this job didn't last much
past her first week. Now she had nothing but disdain for these sorry louses,
willing to give up their hard-earned money just to ogle at what she had been
given by nature and fine-tuned at the gym.
She hated it, but it was paying the bills well enough, particularly the payments
on those huge medical bills incurred by her mother before she died. Still, had
she not gotten herself into such a mess at the office, those bills would have
been paid by insurance and she would have a respectable job. A job she could
claim with pride instead of embarrassment. But for now, it was wiggle your
boobs, shake some ass, and get paid by men you pity and despise.
Perhaps that is why so much of her attention was focused on the mystery man. She
noticed him immediately. He was average looking, average height with average
clothes - well not quite, his wearing those gray gloves was an odd thing. But
that is not where the strangeness rested. Something about him didn't look quite
right. It's like his skin didn't reflect light correctly, or his clothes didn't
wrinkle the right way. Something just wasn't quite right! And he just sat there,
motionless, and seemed to look right through her.
Then the weird things happened. At this point, the top was off, and she had been
down to her smallest G-string for a while and the crowd was shouting and
whistling its approval like usual. Suddenly there was a huge surge in the
cheering. She was in crab-like position, legs toward the crowd, which was a
crowd pleaser, but she hadn't done anything right at that moment to cause the
noise. "It's as if I took something else off!" she thought. That's when she
noticed her G-string was gone.
"@#%$!" she exclaimed out loud. So was the money it strapped in it!, It was
strictly forbidden to take off your bottom, as the county government drew the
line at exposed genitalia. But she hadn't touched it! She looked around for it
on the stage floor as she continued her routine. Nothing. She looked out to the
audience to see if some one was twirling it around their finger or something. No
G-string, but a lot of wild cheering. Then she noticed the mystery man standing
up. He opened his mouth into an "O" position and an instant she felt a lump in
her throat. Instinctivly, she swallowed. She hadn't seen anything, she didn't
even think her mouth had been open but she definitely swallowed something. It
felt like a soft marble going down. Then, she didn't feel it at all.
She looked back toward the man, but he was gone. She scanned the room but he
wasn't there. It had only been a second, he couldn't have left the room in that
time! From the actions of the guys in the table behind him, it seems they were
puzzled by his sudden disappearance also. Disappearing clothes, disappearing men
and unknown things going down her throat. This was too much!
She nervously continued dancing as the song drew to a close and ran off the
stage well before the last note. Of course there was hell to pay as soon as she
got off the stage. Howard was immediately in her face accusing her of trying to
get the place closed down, The other dancers accused her of cheating in order to
collect more tip money, and even Wanda Watermelons or whatever the hell her name
was, wobbled up and accused her of trying to upstage her act.
She tried repeatedly to tell them that it wasn't her fault but finally just told
them all to go to hell. Then she threw on some clothes, and stormed out of the
place. She didn't go straight home. She was too pissed. She walked up to her old
Chrysler LeBaron and considered its convertible top for a moment. If she ever
needed a pick me up it was now. The night was warm, maybe a nice top-down drive
would make her feel better. After dropping the top, instead of heading though
town and back to her home she headed for the bridge, crossed over the river and
went for a drive in the hills. She turned onto smaller and smaller roads until
she saw no other car on the road. There was no moon out tonight and it was
extremely dark on the mountain roads. No cars in front or back, it was time to
put the pedal down and do some flying. Maybe she'll just fly the damn thing off
a curve and go out in a blaze of glory. She was trying to talk herself out of
that one when she felt a strange vibration inside her. It was like she had
swallowed her old pager with the vibrator setting. She was just thinking how it
felt smaller, like a marble rather than a pager when there was suddenly blue.
Blue! All around the car. She didn't hear or see anything, but just in the time
it takes to blink, she went from speeding down a mountain road to being in the
middle of what seemed like a giant cobalt blue ping-pong ball. She instinctively
slammed on her brakes but felt no movement of deceleration. She tried the gas
and turned the wheel yet felt nothing, and she just barely heard the engine rev.
She turned the wheel to the left, and looked over the car door to her front
wheels; a movement that felt strange. More of the same blue was down below and
the wheels were spinning over it. The car was floating. Come to think of it, she
was floating! There was no gravity in here! She wasn't sitting in the seat so
much as above it, mildly positioned between it and the seat belt. When she let
go of the wheel, the seatback cushion gently pushed her forward.
Panic started to set in. She jammed her foot into the gas pedal, still barely
hearing the engine's muffled roar, she steered wildly, threw it into reverse,
and even honked her horn, which was just as muffled as the engine. Amanda
stopped, caught her breath, and even turned off the ignition out of either habit
or resignation. She hunkered down into her seat, or tried to. Disgusted, she
pushed back from the steering wheel so she could at least look like she was
hunkering. The movement in zero gravity made her breasts flop up in a funny way
and they really didn't fall back into place. Her hair had been thankfully been
pulled back for the top-down drive though her pony tail found plenty of other
laces to point besides down.
She examined her surroundings some more. There was some kind of pattern to the
blue, a subtle swirling of darker and lighter blue particles. The swirling
wasn't everywhere like a fog, but against some surface or forming a surface, or
something. There was a background noise too, some kind of hissy -hum. It was all
quite disorienting and the weightlessness was making her feel a little nauseous.
Suddenly, there was movement directly in front of her. An opening formed
directly in front of her and enlarged to reveal a large naked man walking toward
her. Just as quickly, the opening disappeared behind him. It was as though he
just walked through a wall. It was immediately apparent that this was no normal
man.
He wasn't human. He was close, but there were plenty of subtle differences. Like
no navel, or nipples and instead of two pec muscle bulges he seemed to have just
one long one from side to side. Freakin' huge @#%$ too, and it was somewhat
funnily looking. He was bluish in tint, but then so was everything else in here.
He was also very large. He must have been 12 feet tall, and he was walking
directly toward her. No, scratch that; bigger than 12 feet. He kept walking
closer, and getting bigger. The wall was much farther away than she thought. She
really had no perspective to determine size or distance. Each step bought him
closer and taller. She screamed of course, but the sound was so muffled almost
nothing came out. She tried to screamed harder but with such little volume there
was little point, so she stopped. Still he approached, getting bigger and
bigger. There was no sound of footsteps but the background hum wavered with each
swing of his legs. His feet were lower than the car, which was floating
somewhere between his ankles and knees. She was starting to get a sense of his
true size. ‘He was as big as a @#%$ office building!'
Completely terrified, she unbuckled herself and scrambled over her seat back to
flee. But she had overlooked her weightlessness and she soon found herself
floating above the car; all limbs flailing wildly with nothing to grab on to.
The giant had stopped not far in front of the car, his body centered directly
above it with the legs slightly apart to each side. Amanda was panicked, she'd
continued to try to run, crawl, even swim away to no avail. She glanced behind
her repeatedly only to see nothing but the twin redwood trunks of his giant
legs. She was getting winded and getting nowhere so she stopped. With a couple
measured movements, she managed to turn around in the air and face him.
He was so big and so close, she could only look at part of him at a time. Her
gaze instinctively went up to his colossal penis. Huge, even relative to his
size it hung down half way to his knees. It was uncircumcised and hairless at
its base which revealed odd muscled tendons supporting it from above. Behind it
was a huge scrotum that from what she could see, seemed to support four
testicles rather than two and wrapped them in a tough-looking corrugated skin.
Some force had positioned her upright as she faced him. And she now saw that she
was slowly moving upward. She was very close to him, about a two car-lengths. As
she passed his knees, her gaze was still riveted to his penis. It was much wider
than she was and a couple of stories tall. Like a marble pillar from the front
of the old roman-style bank building downtown. Its head was still hidden within
the foreskin and she was grateful for that. A penis' head always made the whole
thing look much more like some kind of separate creature and she didn't think
she could handle seeing one the size of a Volkswagen. It seemed lumpier than
normal, and those lumps had the look of muscle just like those tendons at its
base.
As she continued her accent, past his groin she realized he could now reach out
and grab her at any time. She glanced at his hands. Whoa! There was a
difference! Two thumbs! One on each side of the hand with three fingers in
between - no wonder he wore gloves at the club. She was sure that's who this was
and she looked up at his face, really for the first time, to confirm. He was
looking down at her of course and it was more than a bit unsettling. As far as
him being the guy at the club, it was hard to tell. He kind of looked like that
guy but he seemed different, more tough-looking, Of course that could just be
the size. She realized that with all this thinking, she was calmer. She was
still scared, but not exactly as terrified as she was, she somehow was pushing
back the fear so as not to disrupt her thinking.
She continued to notice the non-human elements of his torso as she continued up.
Nothing was so different as those hands. Then she notice her clothes were gone!
Were they back down toward the car? No, just gone! She started to panic again,
twisting around, frantically patting her body, vainly looking for them. Like the
G-string, they were just plain gone. She couldn't even remember it happening.
She felt even more vulnerable now; and it was a signal to her that he had some
very specific plans for her. She would have grown even more scared had she
lingered on the thought but now she suddenly had to deal with looking at her
subject in the face. It was the size of a house with steel gray eyes for bedroom
windows and a mouth that could be a wide-open double front door at any moment.
The face reminded her of the shocking fact that this was very much a living man,
not some oversized collection of male parts.
He looked at her seriously. She wanted to say something, her mind even flashed
suggestions of something glib like "Like what you see?" or "You know you're a
pretty big guy!" but fear kept any words from reaching her mouth. Suddenly one
of his hands was rising up between him and her. The middle finger, which was the
longest, was extended out toward her. Unable to get away while suspended in mid
air, she tried to scream again and quickly brought her arms and legs forward to
block its path. But the finger, which was larger than she was, just shoved its
way past her limbs and with them beating on it, touched her gently on the
stomach and then drew away. She was so terrified by the action, she didn't even
notice for a few seconds that the vibration in her body was happening again.
Something was changing. It wasn't apparent at first just looking at his face but
looking down she noticed that the perspective on his body was changing. It was
getting smaller. His immense width was narrowing, his lower body not so far away
and getting closer. He was getting smaller. Of course since this coincided with
the vibration in her body, she could be getting larger. The unchanging
background was no help at determining which. She preferred to think he was
shrinking, it made him less scary. The other was too weird to think about. The
process was taking its time. She spent it looking at the oddities of her
companion's face and head. Still no real change in his expression. He was fully
bald, and the top, and two sides of his head seemed to come together with a
subtle crease on each side. His ears were much less complex a shape than ours.
More like multi layered semicircles.
The vibration stopped which was good since it was making her feel a little
queasy. She looked down at his whole body. Her head and feet appeared to match
up perfectly with his. They were exactly the same height. She was still floating
however; while his feet seemed firmly planted on something.
She liked this much better. The two of them, the same size, standing
face-to-face, naked. Usually, when she is in this situation it's only moments
before having sex. That might not be too bad an idea she thought, he has a damn
big @#%$ and he's not bad looking in his own weird alien sort of way. His
expression still hadn't changed but his eyes told her this is just what he had
in mind to do. Another more rational part of her mind suddenly shouted out its
piece. He...they...they're in your head, manipulating your thoughts! You
wouldn't be thinking of sex in this situation, you'd be running away! Don't let
them brainwash you! But then the effect took hold of this part of her
consciousness as well, and her rational side started saying things like. Of
course you can't run away, and if you could where would you go on this spaceship
or what ever it is. He'd probably just grow big again and grab you anyway. In
short, her rational side was providing rationalizations. She quickly grew tired
of this rational thinking as her desire, be it artificial or otherwise was
taking control.
She reached out to touch his face, which felt perfectly normal, if a little
smoother than usual, shaving was not one of this guy's burdens. He reached out
and with those weird hands lightly grabbed her breasts. Men are all the same no
matter what planet they're from' she thought. With three fingers above and two
thumbs below each breast, he lightly grasped them and pulled her weightless body
towards him. He appeared to be weightless as well now and they floated closer to
one another. Inches apart, He was now stroking her breasts methodically bringing
all fingers and thumbs from the sides to her nipples which quickly responded
becoming rock hard.
Before she expected it, his big penis was at her vagina's door. It startled her
and she pushed back with a start and peered down at it over her breasts. It's
big head was out of the foreskin now and its thick gleaming glans was a sight to
behold. It was a darker blue and similar in shape to a normal penis head but
with more of a arrowhead like "V" to it's base. Behind it, rather than a stiff
pole, the penis was a tube of muscles, which moved the whole thing like a snake.
She reached down and touched it with her hand, the big head filling her palm. It
was wet, the whole penis was covered with some oily film it secreted. As her
fingers glided down it's sides the penis took its cue and moved its head forward
up toward her breasts. Her hand felt the muscles bulge and tense with the
movement. All those muscles in a @#%$! Very exciting.
She was ready for it now and signaled it by loosing her grip and pulling the him
closer with her other hand. The penis moved down on its own and soon found its
way to her door again. She grabbed his hips with both her hands and he brought
his hands from behind her to the op of her shoulders, holding her in place as
the enormous @#%$ slowly and smoothly slid itself in. At first she found it
unusual that no movement from his pelvis accompanied the action, then she forgot
all about that as its sheer immensity filled her and overwhelmed her. It slid
out again, almost all the way and then returned. The vibration of the action was
not lost on her clitoris. A pre-orgasmic spasm ran though her body as it
accepted both the resumed kneading of her breasts by those weird hands and the
amazing pumping from down below. The room muffled what would have been her loud
moans of satisfaction.
The penis came in and filled her again. But this time it stayed there. She felt
stuffed, its shear volume was awesome. Then, something different. It rotated
inside her! He was twisting it one way and then the other. It was quite a
different sensation. She was really enjoying herself now. She let go of him and
reveled in the feeling of it all. She was floating in the air. There was no up
and no down, her hair no longer tied as the band disappeared with the clothes
was mostly pointing in front of her, indicating that she was slowly rolling
backward but she really couldn't tell in the featureless blue void. What was
really exiting was that her only points of contact with anything were her tits
and @#%$ which were being so expertly serviced.
She let her arms spread lazily out wide and bent her knees completely
surrendering to the bliss of the moment. This is going to be one stellar orgasm!
she thought sensing its approach. The back of her left hand hit something, and
she heard a faint crashing sound. She look over to see what it was and saw her
car, only it was just a few inches long and spinning in the air. The passenger
side was caved in between the wheel-wells and there was some debris swirling out
in all directions from it. Her car was tiny! And she just smashed its side in
with her hand! That meant he hadn't shrunk, she had grown! She was as big as he
was when she first saw him!
She didn't know what to think. Did it matter? Certainly not here where the only
point of reference was that stupid car. Her attention was suddenly diverted as
her companion; her giant companion changed moves. He was now going in and out
and twisting at the same time. The twisting was playing her clit like a
tambourine and now the big @#%$ - @#%$ the thing must be the size of a bus! -
was thrusting in and out making her feel alternately stuffed and emptied. A
golden orgasm was approaching; this was not time for rational thought.
She wasn't feeling it alone. The alien's formerly stoic expression was starting
to twist up betraying that he too was getting overcome by feeling. The rhythm
was getting a little erratic, the thrusts harder, and he was breathing more
heavily. It was reassuring and made him seem much more human and less like some
robotic @#%$-machine. Yes they were both heading to the same place and once
again she relaxed to just let it happen. The orgasm came slowly at first and
then built into an overwhelming crescendo. She grabbed his shoulders in a futile
attempt at stability just as his expression changed to one of agony-ecstasy, his
pelvis thrust forward with the penis rock hard within her. She briefly felt the
explosion from within before her orgasm caused an explosion of its own. A flash
of light came and the world disappeared.
She threw her head back and it hit the headrest. Headrest? She opened her eyes
and looked directly at the instrument panel of her car. Her hands were grasping
a steering wheel instead of shoulders. She looked up quickly to see if the giant
was there, or maybe the blue void, and she saw blue, but only above and to the
left. To the right was green. Trees. Trees lining the side of the country road
that she was parked beside. The blue was only sky.
Amanda At Large
PART 3
It felt like morning, condensation everywhere in the car and she felt a little
chill in the air.
She...was naked! She threw her head from side to side spastically looking for
her clothes. Something was odd about the far side of the car but she couldn't
let it interrupt her search. There was a bunch of stuff piled neatly on the
center of the rear seat: floor mats, her purse, several pieces of wadded up
paper, two soda cans, an old French fry, and some change, but no clothes. She
twisted around and down to look at the floor behind the front seats, which was
remarkably clean of anything much less clothes.
There were no clothes in the car.
She looked up and down the road for oncoming cars and saw that fortunately, the
road was clear. She took that moment to think; actually argue, with her self. It
still seemed like she had just been having sex with the alien/giant in that blue
place. 'C'mon Amanda', came the reply, 'That was obviously a dream.'
But was it? It seemed so real, so vivid. And it's not fading into vague images
like most dreams. 'I remember everything, and in chronological order. I remember
exactly what happened and what I was thinking as it happened. ' 'It was just a
vivid dream that's all.' Came her mind's reply. ‘Think of the subject matter:
having sex with a giant alien with a snake for a @#%$ while floating around in a
blue room? And then suddenly waking up in your car? It was a dream, nothing
else!'
She was in no way convinced. Immediate counter arguments included her nudity,
how she happened to be right where she last remembered driving before being
zapped into the blue as it were, and she also couldn't ignore a tell-tale
soreness in her crotch. Still, she let the dream theory win for the moment as
none of this thinking had accomplished its original goal of her figuring out
what the hell happened, and where her clothes we so she could get them and go
home.
The sound of an approaching car completely diverted her attention. There was
nothing visible in the long stretch ahead so it was probably about to appear
over the crest of the hill just behind her. There was nothing else to do but
slide down low and hide. Her mind raced as she heard the car approach. What if
they stopped? What if it was a cop? A cop would stop for sure. She relaxed a
little as it passed by. Waiting for it to get far enough away, she thought about
the softness of the carpet on her bare butt. The floor mat would normally have
been terribly gritty and nasty. What of that anyway? Through the bucket seats,
she saw all four floor mats stacked neatly in the center. She now recognized all
the other items as things that had been sitting loose in her car. It was if
someone held the car upside down, shook it, and then stacked everything that
fell out on the back seat. Back came the image of her car, tiny and floating in
the blue air after her hand struck it.
Eyes wide open she flopped her upper body to the passenger side and peered over
the doorsill. Jesus! The body was indeed severely bashed in from the middle of
the door on back to the rear wheel-well. It looked awful. Her mind immediately
tried to recall the accident, Someone hit her car! Or did she wrapped it around
a tree! She couldn't remember a thing. She stretched further out over the door
looking for clues. It didn't happen here, that's for sure.â
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