Cathy's Second Act (Chapter 4)

With her unblinking gaze still fixed upon his miniscule body at the top of the high-rise, Cathy massaged and explored the luscious shapes of her engorged silhouette, first her melons that quaked like jell-o molds while she palmed them each from below, then down along the meaty swell of her hips, all the way to her tremulous moon of a derriere, now reflected magnificently in the mirror-shine wall of windows on two-hundred-foot-high towers.

In her peripheral, Cathy caught sight of herself in this endorphin-inspiring way, and combined with what she could read of her man’s response, only further encouraged her to experience the next bout of pleasure. Her call was more guttural this time, her posture thrown into jolting ecstasy. This caused Cathy to back her capacious rump into the same building where she’d admired her reflection, her cheeks bowling depressions into the structure and shattering it all like an ice sculpture; having hardly felt this, she shut her eyes and lurched forward, catching herself for balance against another building, only to tip the thing on its side when her inflated bosom wobbled to an explosive halt. Far below, the prodigious woman’s shuffling had caused more flimsy vehicles and scurrying mini-humans to be squashed into husks beneath her stride, and again a trickling river of her cum plopped from her labia and frosted all the devastation below.

“Oh, hell, yes. GIVE it to me!” she crooned to the sky.

With this eruption complete, Cathy grew by leaps and bounds to more than double her previous height, suddenly looming at one thousand feet tall over every building in the city, and crushing them all into ash-wreathed rubble simply by existing in their vicinity as her bulky legs, wideset waist, and pert apple-plump booty hemispheres expanded at alarming speed. At once, there wasn’t a single place in the entire city anyone could be without even a partial glimpse of the hulking fifty-something seductress in all her cocky birthday-suit glory, though Ron still had the best seat in the house. He could feel the skyscraper quiver beneath him, but didn’t let it trouble him even now, as he was so enraptured by Cathy’s voice, the view of her hands caressing the tantalizing hills across her body, and of course the effect on the pitiful city blocks of her heavy physique stretching out in every direction, reducing all it touched to smoky debris.

As for the woman in charge, she was nearly taken aback by how easy and instant it was to ramp up into another sexual finale so soon after the last, almost as simple as breathing, but was no longer surprised to feel her systems almost-immediately recovering and clamoring for another drastic uptick in stature. This time she just smiled and obeyed her body’s needs, since the taller, broader, and stronger she became, the more it seemed only right that her desires went above mere human wishes, but necessities for the continued harmony of the universe itself. This time the hundred-story giantess went right for the source, burrowing her fingers into her throbbing pussy and luxuriously running the other hand through her long black locks, all while squatting and shimmying her buttocks into nearby buildings that now fell like dominoes.

It was only at this stage when Ron snapped out of his erotic reverie. Though he continued to see Cathy as a goddess-on-Earth, his personal chosen one, it registered finally that his lifelong fetishes had now led to untold annihilation across town, thanks to the MILFish office secretary adopting his horny dreams so ardently. Right as he watched his domination-hungry lover masturbate herself up to a half-mile in height, and now feeling the structure below violently quaver, Ron raced to the edge of the roof. He waved his arms and jumped up and down, guessing he was a mere speck to the woman now, but also recognizing that her power-and-sex-drunken attention on him had barely diverted.

“Oh, how cute. This really is turning you on now, isn’t it, little lover-boy?” she boomed at the blurry sight of her indeed-microbial lover leaping about, though unable to detect his distress. “Don’t cum just yet, though. We’ve hardly begun.”

From there, the giantess didn’t cease touching herself, stimulating between the legs but also finding it was easy to get fired up by stroking any part of her body her fingers came into contact with, and the growth spurts kept on happening, with shorter recovery windows between each and more dramatic spikes in height, until Ron had vanished from her sight. Backing away then, Cathy crowned herself with the clouds, soaring past the one-mile mark, then two and four and beyond, each nectar-dribbling completion making her asteroid-scale boobs bounce all the more merrily, her caboose cheeks swing with the momentum of planets, and her beefy soles all the more capable of overshadowing and obliterating whole cities to dust in a single slam.

Ron’s beloved mate went from mere growing woman to living goddess, sporting an ever-more-bulging set of curves that filled the landscape and the sky above it in ways that still titillated him, but somehow made the dread he’d felt at first recede into acceptance, though he couldn’t quite explain it. To think of trying to tame a woman like this would be like trying to domesticate a hurricane, an entity which could swallow up civilizations, but didn’t act out of malevolence, only following its purpose. This, he knew, was Cathy’s destiny, just as she’d intimated, and at last, right as the giantess expanded to sufficient mileage to push away from the world and break the bonds of gravity, Ron was able to sit back and watch his goddess take her true form, his mind at peace and his manhood standing.

Fittingly, the cosmically-outsized Cathy had since assigned herself the same designation of godhood, a true higher power in becoming. The Earth shrank in her view from the size of a beach ball, to smaller than just one of her breasts, then an orb she could clutch in her palm like a hand fruit ready to be chomped from, and finally an aquamarine marble floating in the blackness between the astronomic canyon formed by her thighs. The deity breathlessly parted her vaginal petals with one hand and guided her puny homeworld toward the arousal-drenched maw with the other, thinking only of her gladness toward Ron, wherever he was down there, as well as the world for its beautiful sacrifice toward the new religion of her pleasure, and finally the thrilling anticipation of whatever wonderment was next in store for this latest and greatest stage of her life.

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THE END (for now)