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Listen/purchase: Performative by Subsonic Eye
The new album from Singapore’s Subsonic Eye is up on Topshelf Records YT, Spotify, and Bandcamp. =D
Let’s hear a couple tracks! The rocker Performative opens the album with a hypnotic vocal, and What I Meant is jangly indie guitar pop:
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So far after hearing 5 songs, it seems like they’ve continued their gradual evolution in style towards indie pop/rock. Very pleasing! =D
Nur Wahidah-voc/synth, Daniel Borces-gtr, Jared Lim-gtr (also in Sobs), Sam Venditti-bass (also in CURB), Lucas Tee-drums
The band is ready to tour:
Sep 30 Esplanade Annexe Studio Singapore, Singapore
Oct 10 The Trunk Space Phoenix, AZ
Oct 11 Knitting Factory NoHo North Hollywood, CA
Oct 13 Bottom of the Hill San Francisco, CA
Oct 14 Little Haus Portland, OR
Oct 15 The Vera Project Seattle, WA
Oct 20 The Sanctuary Detroit Hamtramck, MI
Oct 22 Baby's All Right - Brooklyn Brooklyn, NY
Oct 24 Johnny Brenda's Philadelphia, PA
Links: Topshelf Records YT, Bandcamp, YouTube, Middle Class Cigars YouTube, SoundCloud, Instagram, Spotify
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KKV Neighborhood #189 Disc Review - 2023.10.24
シンガポール・インディの重要バンドが歌う自然との断絶、そして再接続
Subsonic Eye『All Around You』review by 管梓(エイプリルブルー)
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Record of the Day 10/25
Today's recommendation is Yearning by Subsonic Eye
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Singaporean five piece Subsonic Eye will be releasing their fourth full-length All Around You on September 13 via Topshelf Records. The first single lifted from the record is "Yearning," a hazy pop song spanning just under 4 minutes long. There's an undeniable warmth to this single, with Subsonic Eye further embracing the idea that nature is all around us. Subsonic Eye nestles a thread of nostalgia in the track's layers, crafting a bed of sound that submerges listeners in a comforting embrace. "Yearning" has a familiarity that'll have you reminiscing about distant memories.
All Around You by Subsonic Eye
On her state of mind while making the "Yearning" music video, Subsonic Eye's Nur Wahidah writes,
"In the past few years, opening my mind up to the little things around me allowed me to get closer with nature and myself. I felt like as I learnt more about my relationship with nature, the love I felt for my loved ones grew deeper (and vice versa). I feel that my love for nature (and myself) started to parallel the love I have for my loved ones! Every day I thank all the trees around me for reminding me of the love I am capable of receiving and giving. Some days it is particularly beautiful out and it cocoons me in a familiar warmth."
Connect with Subsonic Eye:
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everyone listen NOW
#hannah.txt#hannah's spotify link depository#I LOVE SUBSONIC EYE GRAHHHH#fun fact they are the first band i've seen live in 2 countries#Spotify
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Sniff, sniff…. Woof.
Content: Voyeurism
“Johnny? Johnny, baby, come here!”
Your big wolf boy comes bounding in from the living room as you shut the front door, immediately rearing up to sniff at your neck and face and hands. Satisfied, he licks your cheek and drops down again.
“Alright, listen up, handsome.” You grab his cheeks, scritching along his jaw and grinning as his big blue eyes go dopey. “My sister and her husband are going to stay the night. You are going to be a polite boy because you love me and don’t want to give my sister anything to talk shit about. Yes?”
A sneeze that he (for once) aims away from you. You laugh, drop a kiss between his eyes.
“Good talk.”
As usual, he follows you through the house as you shed clothes and shoes and bags. You ramble about the grocery store and your day, mostly just to get it out so your headspace can be clear for the evening. Helps to have a little (relatively) listener following at your heels.
He camps out in the bathroom while you shower, licking the glass door until you scold him - per usual. And again when he tries to lick the clean water off your leg. Only starts getting restless and grumpy when he sees you change into “outside” clothes rather than pjs.
You groan as he tries to herd you away from your own closet. Must be mixed with a shepherding dog because he’s a damn pushy jerk.
“Enough, bud,” you sigh. “Look, I don’t wanna go much either. But it’ll be worse if I don’t.”
He mouths off at you, a new thing he���s started up that reminds you of a husky. Maybe you should get one of those doggy DNA tests.
“I know I know,” you coo, shimmying into a pair of pants that your sister won’t be able to tease makes your ass look flat. “I’d rather snuggle up and watch 90s vampire movies too. But I already said I’d go and this means I’ll be able to skip seeing her on her birthday.”
More grumbles, but at least he climbs up on the bed to pout. You finish dressing and head for the vanity - no way you can go out with your sister without makeup.
As you pass, you roll him over to scratch his belly - politely ignoring his reaction. God, you really need to get him in for a neutering. If you catch him humping one more pillow—
When it’s time to go, you drop down to give him one last hug.
“Be good, baby. I’ll be home soon with some new friends. I love you.”
—
After dinner, your sister’s husband suggests a bar. And, of course, it’s a sports bar. Man can’t go more than an hour or two without.
You and your sister chat while his eyes stayed glued to the screens. Well, she chats. You mostly just provide the audience she constantly craves, the validation she always needs.
At some point your excuse yourself to order another drink, weaving between the patrons and sighing at a chance to let your face rest for a moment. While you’re waiting, someone brushes up close behind you, startles you.
“Och, sorry, hen. Madhouse in here.”
You blink, tilt your head back to see a gorgeous pair of blue eyes shining down at you. Takes your breath away.
“Oh! Um, no problem, I get it.”
You try to scoot as much as you can - but it really is packed, especially at the bar - and the man takes the opportunity to occupy any free space you have.
Not that you’re complaining. He’s got the type of face they put on magazines with hooks like “sexiest man alive.” A killer grin as he winks down at you, arm bracing on the bar.
“Buy ya a drink for bein’ so rude?”
You’ve barely gotten the start of, “oh it’s alright,” out before he’s signaling the bartender. His stature and presence gets him instant service though, so you let it go, fidgeting restlessly.
Even his voice sounds like a sin worth committing. He’s too attractive. Too handsome to not know it; and definitely too handsome to be chatting you up and ordering you a drink.
“You here with anyone?” he asks with an edge that makes your spine prickle. Yet you almost feel like you imagine it. His tone is normal, his expression hasn’t changed and yet. Something subsonic in the timbre of his voice, maybe.
“My sister and her husband,” you reply.
“No husband of your own?”
You try to laugh, it comes out strained and awkward. “Ah, the only man in my life has four legs.”
Instead of looking annoyed by the brush off, his eyes spark.
“Dog?”
“Yup!” And okay, alarms in your head aside, you’re always happy to talk about Johnny. He’s a safe topic. You fish your phone out of your back pocket and show him your lock screen.
The man takes a quick look at the screen, an odd, private smile flicking across his face. There and then gone, before those intense eyes are locked on you again.
“He friendly?”
You laugh a bit, perk up as the bartender returns with your drink. “Not with men. Thanks for buying!”
as you turn to go, he grabs your hip. Not hard, or even too low. But you gasp quietly, the heat of his palm searing through your clothes.
“Name’s soap, by the way.”
Infinitely more nervous now, you stutter out your own and then retreat to your sister and her husband.
Spend the rest of the night pretending not to watch Soap. He doesn’t return the courtesy, eyes trained on you, lurking around the bar. So visible it seems to only you. Something about the way the light catches his eyes reminds you of when Johnny senses a threat. When he gets low and growly, hair standing on end, eyes focused.
Soap looks like he’s hunting you.
Thankfully, your sister complains about the noise after an hour or so and the three of you leave. You’re relieved to be going home.
As you step inside, you call for Johnny again.
“Wait, who the hell is Johnny?” your sister’s husband asks, an odd look on his face. “You’re living with someone?”
You snort a bit. Does he seriously not remember you talking about your dog?
“Yeah,” you joke, “he’s the love of my life, my one and only—”
You hear the clack of the doggy door and call out again. Johnny trots in panting.
“Did you just come in from a run?” you chuckle, putting a hand out in greeting.
He comes right up to you, presses his nose to the spot where “Soap” grabbed you and snuffles.
“I know, I smell wrong,” you soothe.
He grumbles and licks at your shirt, but you gently nudge him away, turning as your sister scoffs.
“You still do that thing where you talk to them like people?” She asks. “Don’t you think that’s… childish?”
“Johnny’s basically a person in a human body,” you reply, laughing. “You’ll see.”
“Dogs shouldn’t have human names,” her husband pipes up, reaching for Johnny.
“No, wait—”
Johnny snaps just shy of his fingers and puts himself bodily between you two.
“Easy!” you yelp, hooking your hand in his collar. “Sorry, I meant to warn you - Johnny’s shy with men.”
“He almost took my bloody hand off!”
“He’s just protective. Johnny, heel.”
He stops snarling, but plants himself at your feet right there, eyes sharply trained on your brother in law. Your sister snorts.
“How are you supposed to get men back here, then?”
You jump as Johnny barks, a full deep one that your rarely ever hear. Your sister startles too, then scowls.
“I don’t,” you answer, shaking your head. “Anyway, let me just get the sheets for the spare room and we can call it a night.”
Johnny stays close at your heels the entire time, though you swear he throws a nasty glance back at your sister’s husband.
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A Knight second chance 9
Blake: *glaring daggers at Jaune*
Ren: ... Jaune, what did you do?
Jaune: *shrug* I stated the obvious. *Point to the cat ears* It's not like she even TRIED hiding her identity. *Doing a little wave at her, with a smile*
Blake: *looking furious*
Ren: ... But why the antagonisms?
Jaune: If i told you it keeps her from thinking about running away from here, you'd believe me?
Ren: ... Does it have anything to do with what happened at the docks?
Jaune: ... No?
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Team RWBY: *arriving at the docks after Blake was "forced" to explained her backstory to her team*
Blake: What the-
Jaune: *speaking with one of the White Fang which is already in handcuffs* Oh don't get me wrong, i don't like the SDC one bit, but-
Ruby: *perplexed to see her friend here* Jaune?
Jaune: *turning to see them* Oh, hey gang!
Yang: *looking at the bunch of White Fangs being arrested by the police* What... Happened here?
Jaune: *shrug* They tried stealing a shipment of Dust. And hey, i'm the first person to say that the SDC suck-
Weiss: Hey!
Jaune: *smiling* Weiss, your father is the main reason why Vacuo is dirt poor. And they refuse to send dust to Menagerie.
Weiss: *pointing at the faunus on the ground* Because of them!
Blake: *frowning at Weiss*
Weiss: *rolling her eyes* The terrorist, not the faunus.
Jaune: *taking a pamphlet from his pocket* Actually, the embargo debuted BEFORE the White Fang was even a thing. So it's totally because of segregation, Weiss.
Weiss: B-but-
Jaune: *cuting her with a smile* Anyway, that's not important for now. What's important is that the situation was de-escalated and that nobody was hurt.
Blake: How!?
Jaune: ... I called the authorities? *Shaking his head* Blake, they are civilians, not trained soldiers. Heck, it wasn't even hard to explain to them that if they cooperated, they wouldn't be tried as terrorists, but as thieves.
Black: *who had a "perfect" speach ready* Uh!?
Grunt: ... He also knocked out most of our heavy hitters while WALKING to them with a smile. And we were shooting him! So uh... Yeah, we aren't dealing with that.
Yang: That's badass.... *Smirk* And frightening.
Jaune: *Sigh* It also hurts like a bitch. *Chuckle* I wouldn't recommend it. *Picking up one of the guns* The only reason it worked was because they were using subsonic ammunitions of 9mm.
Grunt: *sigh* The guy, Roman, said it was for discretion. If it wasn't of that, we would have been fine.
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Ren: You did steal her moment, no?
Jaune: *shrug* Meh, it's not like that's going to be the last time... Also, duck.
Ren: *perplexed* Duck? *Get hit behind the head by a creampie Blake tried to throw at Jaune* !?
Silence in the cafeteria
Nora: *jumping on the table* I'LL AVENGE YOU! *Throwing a fish at Yang by mistake* Oops...
Yang: *her semblance activating with a grin* FOOD WAR!!!
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Velvet: *under a table with Coco and Russel* You want Coco expertise?
Russel: Yeah!
Coco: ... Your team did bully V, why should i help you?
Velvet: *frowning* Coco, Russel's a good guy. And even the rest of his team aren't really that bad. *Sigh* Cardin was mainly angry because the white fang kept attacking his mother's store.
Coco: ... *Sigh* You are too good, V. *Looking at Russel* What do you want?
Russel: W-well, i-
Dove: *taking cover* Oh, hi you Velvet. You were still interested in coming to the arcade with us?
Velvet: *smiling* Hey Dove and yes! But i was wondering if my team could come?
Dove: Don't see why not. *Cardin falls next to him* Hey big guy, Velvet wants to know if she can bring her friends with her to the arcades?
Cardin: *shaking off the food from his head* Uh? *Looking at Velvet with a slight blush* Oh uh, yeah, sure. *Picking up a plate as a shield, going back into the melee*
Dove: *looking for a "weapon", picking up a breadstick and following his leader*
Coco: uh... They do seem a lot nicer. *Looking back at Russel* So back to my help.
Russel: *picking up invitations to a nice restaurant from his pocket* W-well i was planning to ask my girlfriend out, but i don't really have anything nice to wear and-
Coco: Say less, i'll help you out.
Russel: *smiling* Thank you! Now if you excuse me *picking food for the fight* My team needs me! *Leave the cover to follow his friends*
Coco: ... By the way, the big guy totally has a crush on you.
Velvet: Pfft, Cardin? That's ridiculous!
Coco: Uh-huh, if you say so.
#jaune arc#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#nora valkyrie#lie ren#ruby rose#weiss schnee#velvet scarlatina#coco adel#russel thrush#dove bronzewing#cardin winchester#rwby#rwby au#a knight second chance
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Breakfast at Timothy's
Pairings: Bart Allen/Tim Drake
Summary: Bart stops by Tim's apartment to make him breakfast. Shenanigans (and feelings) ensue.
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It is nearing half past nine in the morning when Tim opens his front door to find Bart Allen doing his level best to vibrate through a cardboard box of Splenda packets.
“Hiya, Timmy!” Bart says. As if on cue, several sugar packets vibrate through the bottom of the box and land on top of his shoes. Or maybe there’s just a hole somewhere. Impossible to tell really.
All he knows is it’s way too early for this.
Oblivious to Tim’s mental anguish, Bart cranes his neck to see around him into the apartment beyond. Except it’s Bart, so what that really means is he leans his whole body forward, shoulders oddly stiff in that particular way that means he’s trying his best not to vibrate out of his shoes. “So…” he says expectantly, “you gonna let me in, or what?”
Tim blinks muzzily, one hand still on the door. Then, for lack of anything to say, he bends over and checks the bottom of Bart’s box for any Splenda-packet-sized holes.
Vaguely dubious, Bart pokes him in the calf with the toe of his sneaker. “Uh. Are you okay? Are you having a stroke?”
There are no holes in Bart’s box. Tim goes back to his original hypothesis of Bart just being a morning person and straightens up. Makes sure to keep a firm hand on the door. “It’s just…” He rubs at one eye, yawning. “It’s really early, Bart.”
Infuriatingly, Bart flashes him a smile. “Oh, good,” he says, shifting the box to one side. “I was worried for a second.”
“Cool. Well, uh. Thanks for stopping by.” Tim makes to close the door, only for Bart to catch it with the toe of his sneaker, smile flickering into something more determined. Tim barely has time to react before he’s ducking under his arm at subsonic speeds; the tracest flicker of lightning later, and he’s already in the entryway taking off his shoes.
Somehow, the Splenda box has ended up awkwardly cradled in Tim’s arms.
“That’swhyI’mhereactually,” Bart says from the ground. He’s undoing his laces at normal speed for some reason, that determined, half-set expression Tim glimpsed earlier evaporated into mile-a-minute chatter like it’d never been there in the first place. “We haven’t seen you in ages, and Cassiesaysyou’vebeenweird about team meals ever since Batman got lost in time and came back to life or whatever so IjustfiguredI’dkilltwobirdswithonestone and make you breakfast!”
Tim blinks down at the box in his hands, brain still chugging along at half speed. Down on the floor, Bart, unbothered, has gotten started on his other sneaker. The laces on this one are a different color than the ones on the floor. Purple polka-dots to his right foot’s traffic-cone orange.
After a couple more seconds’ buffer time, something finally connects long enough in Tim’s brain to form a coherent thought. “…You know how to cook?”
Bart pauses for a beat, just long enough to give Tim a withering look through his fringe. “I’m sorry,” he says haughtily, “between the two of us, which one has actual, real-life experience being an adult with a job?” He thinks for a second, lips pursed in mock consideration, before removing his sneaker with a flourish. “Oh, wait! That’s right: me.”
A smear of lightning later, and he’s on his feet, sneakers lined up neatly against the wall. “Where’s your kitchen?”
Tim points, mutely, and before he can lower his arm again, Bart’s already blinking into the kitchen in a smear of yellow-gold lightning.
For a second, Tim just stares down at the Splenda packets, alone in the dim lighting of his entryway. This has to constitute cruel and unusual punishment; humans just weren’t meant to be up this early on a Saturday.
As if on cue, Bart blurs back into the foyer. “Hey, Tim,” he says, his socked feet squeaking against the hardwood floors, “where do you keep your electric stand mixer?”
Tim blinks. “I don’t… have one?” he offers weakly. Then, abruptly, his brain switches on again, and he shoves the sugar packets back into Bart’s arms. “Hey, wait a minute, your year as the Flash definitely doesn’t count—I mean, was it even technically you that experienced it—?”
“Okay, one, it absolutely counts, don’t talk like you know how the speed force works, and two—” Bart sticks his tongue out at him, shifting the box to his hip again, “—you have like a bajillion dollars and still don’t own a stand mixer, so your opinion matters even less to me.”
“You don’t get to act like you know how appliances work. I’m not the one who washed Speedy’s glue arrows and broke the washing machine.”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you to, Monsieur Mixer-less.”
It is at this point that Tim makes the executive decision to give up. He strides into the kitchen. “What do you even need an electric mixer for anyways?” he calls over his shoulder as he grabs a Zesti out of the fridge door. “Aren’t we just doing eggs or something?”
Another blink, and Bart’s dumping out the box of Splenda on the kitchen island. “No, because we’re not boring. We’re making Sugar-Blasted Brunch Casserole, as seen in Episode 211 of the hit Disney series Sick Life of Jack and Brody.”
That… takes a second to register. “Um,” Tim says blankly, and does his best not to stare at the avalanche of Splenda packets spilling onto his tile floor. “…What?”
Bart, meanwhile, continues to charge forward, unabated. “I even made sure to bring fake sugar sowecankeepinlinewithyourBat-diet!” he says, gesticulating wildly with one hand as he goes through every single one of Tim’s cabinets at lightning speed. A blink, and there are half a dozen eggs cracked open and with yolks and whites separated neatly between two glass mixing bowls.
Tim resists the urge to sit down, and just scruffs a hand through his hair, trying to track Bart’s movements through the kitchen as his speed ramps back down to just past human-normal. It’s a bit like trying to track the blades of a jet engine.
It’s… odd. Bart’s always had a bit of a hyperactive streak, but this single-minded intensity is new. Tim’s not sure what to make of it.
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#timbart#fic#this-is-gnomes-writing-tag#tim drake#red robin#bart allen#dc impulse#young just us#young justice#yj98#dc comics#dc gotcha for gaza#tim tag#bart tag
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The Intervention
Rooftop. Now.
I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.
I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.
I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?
Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.
"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.
I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.
Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.
I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.
"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.
And who could blame you?
"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."
I turn, meeting your eyes.
"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."
I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.
"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.
"I'm here for more..."
"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.
"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.
"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."
Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.
"This used to fit so well... until..."
I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.
The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.
"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"
I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.
You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.
Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."
"You shouldn't be here-"
My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.
"-You know."
"Babe..."
Your attempt at sternness is endearing.
No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.
"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."
Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.
I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.
I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.
Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.
I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.
"This is so hot..." you groan.
I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.
"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.
"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.
I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.
"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."
When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.
"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.
"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.
"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."
The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...
"I've already..." you protest.
"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.
"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.
Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.
"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."
Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.
I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.
Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.
"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."
"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.
First the carrot, now the stick.
With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.
My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.
"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.
"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."
As if I didn't already know that.
Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"
"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.
Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.
"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.
I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.
I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.
"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.
You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.
The lift begins to move.
"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.
It makes me want... "More..." I groan.
The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.
Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.
I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.
"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.
You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"
"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.
"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.
My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.
"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.
I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.
I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.
I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.
"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.
"I... do."
You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.
"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.
"Of course, it's just that-"
Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.
"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"
I see you sweat.
I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.
"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"
I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"
You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.
"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.
My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.
"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.
"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.
The machine whirs faster.
"Yes... Yesss..."
My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--
It's started.
Ohh...
Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.
My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.
The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.
"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.
"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.
"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"
Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...
"Yes! Uhhhh..."
The machine's vibrations suddenly die.
I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.
"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.
I look down at myself.
"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.
In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.
"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.
"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.
"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...
"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."
You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.
"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.
"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."
My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.
"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."
I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.
You start to try and remove my bra.
"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.
"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.
I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.
"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"
Your face grows serious.
"Look, I said no before--"
"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.
"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.
"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.
"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.
"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.
"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.
"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.
"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.
"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.
I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.
"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.
"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.
I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.
I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.
"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.
"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...
My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.
"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.
"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.
You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.
"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.
"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.
"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.
My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.
"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"
I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.
"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"
"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.
"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."
The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.
I can FEEL it.
Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!
I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.
"YES!"
My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.
"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"
The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.
"Fuck... Grow!"
I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.
However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.
I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"
I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.
"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.
"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.
My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.
'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.
"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.
I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...
"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.
"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.
I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.
You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...
"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.
"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.
I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.
My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...
I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.
"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.
You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.
I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.
"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.
I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.
'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"
"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.
"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.
We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...
"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."
You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.
"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...
I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.
I look up into your eyes.
"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.
"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"
"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...
"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.
"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.
"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."
"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.
"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.
Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.
"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.
Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...
Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.
"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.
"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"
"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.
'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...
I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.
Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.
"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.
I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...
I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.
Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.
"Fuck these tits -" slap slap
"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap
"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.
I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.
Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.
"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."
I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.
"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.
There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.
"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.
"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!
"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.
I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.
You're moving away.
"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.
I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.
My ass.
My tits.
My pussy.
My entire body.
My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...
Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.
Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.
I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.
I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.
And who could fucking blame you?
I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...
As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.
"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."
I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.
"Bet you wanna make me bigger."
Your pumping increases.
"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.
"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.
"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.
"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.
"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.
You keep pumping, biting your lip.
"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.
The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.
"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.
"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.
"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.
Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.
An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...
"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.
"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.
"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.
You've taken a step back.
No...
No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.
"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.
I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...
I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.
If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"
I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.
"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"
I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.
"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.
"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"
I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.
" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."
"Babe, I want you so bad..."
"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.
I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.
"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.
"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."
I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.
"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.
Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.
"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.
"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.
"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.
"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"
"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.
"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.
"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.
"I will! Yes!" you pant.
"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.
You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.
"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.
"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...
I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.
I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.
"Babe--"
That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--
"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.
With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.
"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."
You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.
I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.
Finally, I relent.
"You have my permission."
You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.
"Who said you could fuck me?"
I raise a stern eyebrow.
"But, you said..."
"I said you had permission."
"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"
"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.
"Well, yes..." you say, confused.
My other eyebrow raises.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.
"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.
"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.
A word escapes your lips.
"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.
"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.
"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.
You try to start speaking.
I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.
I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.
"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.
I regain most of my composure.
"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.
You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.
"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.
You say nothing.
"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.
"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.
"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.
"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.
You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.
I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.
I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.
"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."
"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.
I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.
"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."
With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.
I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.
"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.
"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."
You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.
I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.
The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.
You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...
"Babe?" you ask.
I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.
"Yes?"
"Remember me," you whisper.
My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.
One last time, I look down at you.
"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.
The word burns into me, making me...
"More...
so...
much...
MORE!"
'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.
Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.
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