Story Preview - The Delinquents

This story will be available until October 20th and will then move to Amazon.

The Delinquents (10,018 words)

Synopsis: They were called the Delinquents - Ethan, Chloe, Kristen, Emily, and Jimmy. They blew from town to town, causing trouble and then leaving just as quickly. But after a botched bank robbery, they hide out at Jimmy's sister's place. Little did they know, she was working on a growth serum . . .

When Johnny Law comes knocking, Jimmy passes around the 'magic goo' and before long, they're bursting through the house! Now, they have the whole town under their gargantuan thumbs. How will anyone stop them? 

This story is perfect for Village of the Giants fans!

Contains: (Growing women, growing men, slightly mean behavior, lots of naughty stuff, giants who top out at 30 feet tall).

Rosetree Commons - 1961

They called them the Delinquents. Or the Angry Five. Either name worked well for that troubled, close-knit friend group from South Boston, California. They were inseparable, so where one caused trouble, they all did.

Jimmy and Chloe were the unofficial leaders of the group—him with his sporty good looks and her with her model-worthy body. They possessed a sharp wit and turned heads wherever they went. He was a short-tempered bus boy at a local diner. She was quite the knockout, having been a cheerleader for most of her high school life. After that, she was done with school and more importantly, rules.

The second couple of their group was frowned upon wherever they went, for most people weren’t accustomed to seeing ladies kiss on the streets, nor hold hands while walking through the marketplace. Kristen and Emily had been dating for only a year, but both would admit to having a deeper connection than with any man in the past. Their misdeeds didn’t end with lesbianism—they both fancied themselves as artists and had thus graffitied and vandalized their share of buildings.

Finally, Ethan. He was the loner of the group, having no girlfriend and no acquaintances outside of the Delinquents. He did, however, have an older sister who took pity on him—and the other Delinquents—when they were kicked out of college. So, Ethan drove the five them up to Rosetree Commons, a pretty, idyllic city just a couple of hours from San Francisco.

“You can stay one more night,” Tabitha whispered to Ethan. It was the second morning they’d all been staying with her and he knew she’d grown tired of them being so loud and eating all the food. It was probably a good idea to move on. Tabitha had no idea the five of them were wanted two towns over for an attempted robbery.

“Thanks, sis,” he said. “We appreciate it.”

“Appreciate what?” said Jimmy, rolling into the kitchen and searching the cabinets. “Certainly not food. Where are the crackers I had yesterday?”

“Those are gone,” said Emily, twisting a strand of blond hair around her finger. “We ate them this morning.”

“There’s more in the pantry,” said Tabitha, and she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

“I’ll get them,” Kristen said, but Jimmy put a hand to her shoulder and stepped in front.

“Go find us some beers. I’ll get the crackers.”

He moved next to his girlfriend, Chloe, and whispered, “Let’s just clean out Tabby’s food and get rolling. I’d like to be in the next town soon, anyway. Coppers are gonna come looking.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea,” Chloe said, winking. “I’ll go gussy up to Tabby and maybe she’ll give us some cash for the road.”

“Don’t bet on it,” he said, and headed around the corner to the pantry.

Before he could open the door, he heard something from the basement—it was a squeak, like a rusty hinge. His curiosity got the better of him, so he checked to make sure Tabby had gone upstairs before heading down the dark steps.

At the bottom, he found her chemistry lab. Tabitha had always been the brainy one in the family, having a great job at a university on the edge of town. Nothing like her deadbeat, criminal brother.

He pulled the string for the light and wasn’t ready for what he saw—three cages, each with a pair of mice inside. In the first cage, the mice appeared normal, happy, energetic. In the next two, the mice were abnormally large, more like cats than rodents.

“Oh, my,” said a voice from the steps. He turned to see Emily, the redheaded other half of Kristen, appraising the cages. “They’re huge! Did she do this?”

“Maybe. Tabby loves her science.” He rolled his eyes.

“Maybe . . . with this?” Emily picked up a long tube that looked like oversized toothpaste. The end dripped with a thick, brownish goo.

“I know a way to find out,” he said.

She grinned devilishly and held it up, as if instructing him to take a bite.

“Not me, the mice!”

“Right,” she said, her voice dropping with a seductive tone.

She squeezed a tiny dollop onto the floor of the normal-sized mice’s cage. It didn’t take long for them to swarm it, both chittering angrily at one another as they licked up the goo.

And just as they started to clean themselves, they miraculously started to get bigger. The two Delinquents stared in amazement as they doubled in size, then doubled again. In only a few seconds, the mice were several times larger, just like the others.

“This is amazing!” said Emily, staring at the tube.

As they walked back up the steps, the tube of growth stuff in Jimmy’s back pocket, he thought they would get rich quick. Tabitha was a bonafide genius!

But when they entered the kitchen, he looked out the window and caught movement. Pinching the blinds, he saw the sheriff’s car and the man himself, walking toward the door.

“You got something you wanna tell me?” Tabitha asked. He thought she was talking about their visit to her lab, but she probably meant the appearance of the sheriff.

“Keep him busy,” said Jimmy, and he blew past her and entered the living room where the Delinquents sat.

Emily said, “The law’s here! We gotta run.”

Everyone sprang to their feet. Ethan looked shocked, Kirsten a little afraid. Chloe put her hand around him, her fingers trembling.

“We don’t gotta run!” Jimmy said, and he pulled out the tube.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Emily said.

“Yep!” Jimmy held his arm up, the tube high for all to see. “Everyone gather up. We’re about to run this town!”

“I don’t understand,” said Kristen. “What the hell is that stuff, Jimmy?”

Emily took the tube from his hands and squeezed some out onto her finger. She rubbed it across Kristen’s lips, applying a little more pressure until the girl was sucking on the finger.

“Oh, that feels . . . weird!” said Kristen, just as the sheriff started banging on the door. She placed a dainty hand across her stomach.  He could hear Tabitha exchanging pleasantries with Johnny Law just in the hallway. They were running out of time.

Emily squeezed some of the goo into her mouth, then passed the tube to Jimmy who did the same. He held it over Chloe’s head and when she gave him a skeptical look, he said, “You’re gonna love it.”

That only left Ethan. Chloe tossed him the tube and the loner of the group squeezed a glob into his mouth and swallowed. This entire exchange happened in the span of twenty seconds, just enough time for the sheriff and Tabitha to enter the room.

And by then, Kristen was already starting to grow. The process was fast—just as fast as it had been with the mice—so she instantly shred through her shoes, her pants, and top. He saw her naked breasts bounce out of her bra just as her head crashed through the ceiling. By then, the rest of the group had started their own upward journeys.

Jimmy wasn’t sure if it was seeing Kristen’s body get larger or the goo working through his system, but he became aroused almost instantly. When his dick stretched over the top of his pants, it was hard as a rock. He ripped through his pants and shirt and it felt nice for the wind to hit his balls. He climbed higher, watching the rest of the world grow smaller. Luckily, Kristen had already cleared the debris above, so he didn’t have to worry about bumping his head.

The living room filled with the sounds of clothes shredding, surprised and startled cries from the sheriff, and angry shouting from Tabitha who knew exactly what the Delinquents had done. By the time the rest of the group had grown out of the house, there was nothing left of it.

“Holy shit, look at us!” said Chloe.

“We’re naked!” said Emily.

Jimmy was laughing as he stepped out of the rubble of Tabitha’s living room. The squad car was sitting in the driveway, untouched besides a thin layer of dust.

“I’m ready to enjoy my new size,” said Jimmy, holding his arms out wide. The others seemed a little skeptical, perhaps a little worried over what just happened to their bodies.

“How big are we?” Ethan asked. Like Jimmy, he was sporting a major erection.

Jimmy looked at the telephone pole outside of Tabitha’s house. He remembered something from school when one of the linemen came to speak with the class about careers in the telephony field. He said telephone poles were thirty feet tall. The top of Jimmy’s head was level with the top of the pole in front of him.

He said, “We’re thirty feet tall, give or take a few feet.”

Just then, the sheriff stepped out of the house and held out his gun. It looked so small and pathetic. He wasn’t even tall enough to reach their knees but somehow thought his peashooter would be enough to hurt them.

“You five, stay where you are! I’m going to my car to call in support. If you move, I’ll open fire!”

“You won’t do any such thing, Mr. Lawman,” said Emily. Quick as a viper, she bent down and flicked the gun out of his hand. He screamed out and held his wrist.

Then, she used both hands to lift him into the air. He was like one of Jimmy’s little brother’s action dolls. Only this action doll kicked his legs and demanded to be put down. It only made Emily laugh.

“Here, I bet this will make you feel better,” she said, and she cupped the back of his head and pushed his mouth right onto her nipple. He gummed it as best he could, for he was certainly too small to get it into his mouth. She let out a little moan and grinned, obviously liking the feeling.

“Well at least share him,” said Kristen, and she pushed herself against her girlfriend with the tiny man trapped between them.

Jimmy wondered where his sister was, if she was okay, or if she managed to get out of the house before it came crumbling down. But one look to the south, to the soft lights that marked the edge of Rosetree Commons, made him forget all about Tabitha. He wanted to continue his spree of troublemaking.

The look on the faces of the Delinquents told him they wanted the same thing.

“Shall we?” he said, just as Ethan began walking in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?” Chloe asked him.

“I think an old girlfriend lives this way. I wanna go look her up.” Each time he stepped down, cracks spiderwebbed beneath him.

“You haven’t ever had a girlfriend,” Kristen said, and she kissed the sheriff on the head.

He shrugged. “I guess she’s not so much as an old girlfriend as she is a girl I noticed in the window on the way over here.”

“That makes more sense,” said Chloe. Then, to Jimmy: “Shall we go check out the town?”

“Yes,” he said. “Ladies?”
 Emily and Kristen still had the sheriff pinned between them. Emily said, “You guys go on ahead. We’re going to make sure Mr. Lawman doesn’t call for help.”

***

Betty had earlier noticed the weird guy driving by with the top down, but had no way of knowing how Ethan had changed once he arrived at Tabitha’s house. Now, as she undressed in her upstairs bathroom, she didn’t see the giant eye peering through the window until the shadow darkened the room.

She spun around and yelped but by then the eye had moved up so she could see his creepy smile. He was so big—how was he so big?

“Hey, little lady,” he said, and tipped an invisible hat.

“Who . . . who are you?”

“Eh, doesn’t matter. Why don’t you come out here and play?”

“Play?” he asked, and that’s when she realized he had been on his knees looking in. He stood, revealing that he was completely naked. His cock was more than half the size of her body. A big hand gripped it and started to stroke.

“Yeah, play. C’mon, I’ll let you ride.”

Despite the tingle she felt between the legs, she couldn’t let herself give in. She was a married woman, Bob was on his way home, and furthermore . . . this guy was a giant! What could they possibly do?

Growing bored of her indecision, he pushed the window open until it ripped right out of the wall. She screamed again and found herself backing away as his fingers reached in. The door was closed with her back against it, meaning she couldn’t slip out of the room without going closer to his hand.

But it didn’t matter anyway. His long arm reached in and wrapped around her waist, then pulled her out kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” she said, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” he said, and started to pull away her clothes. Her struggles began to wind down.

“You’re . . . you’re so big,” she said. It all seemed like a dream.

“You like it?” he asked, and that’s when he lowered her down far enough to slap her with his cock. It hurt, would probably leave a bruise, but she didn’t react the way she thought she would. It was exciting. She screamed out as he struck her again and again.

He placed her against his stomach until she was straddling it from behind. The giant and tiny woman faced the same way as she wrapped her arms around the shaft. Then, he gently started to jerk with her. The slow, deliberate rhythm quickly changed and she felt like she was going to be sick with how fast he was moving her up and down.

“What the hell are you doing to my wife?” said a voice from the ground—Bob, he was home!

“Relax, she’s having a good time,” said the giant. There was no reply from Bob, only a sickly crunch that made her scream before she even realized what had happened.

The giant laughed as he twisted his foot on her husband. Betty couldn’t understand why she was having an orgasm—and such a powerful orgasm. But the moment she felt herself dripping around his giant shaft, she saw the veins popping out along the sides of it.

The giant grunted and shot his load. She could feel it between her legs—an enormous muscle contracting and stretching. The whole side of her house was blasted by his cum. It ran down it in thick strands as his body quivered and he let loose another laugh.

Somewhere toward the city, she heard a crash.

***

Sheriff Johnson was a lot easier to manage than Betty had been. The girls quickly stripped him out of his uniform, revealing a surprisingly beefy body. It was no wonder he had such a hard-on—he was in the middle of two beautiful thirty-foot-tall women.

“He isn’t talking about calling for backup now, is he?” said Kristen.

Emily started to shove him down between her legs. “Nope! He doesn’t want to share us.”

The sheriff made a muffled cry.

The girls dropped to their knees, chest to chest with the little man stretched out between their legs. Emily held his head against her pussy while Kristen maneuvered his little dick inside her, although this was more of a joke than an actual attempt.

The girls kissed and pressed their bodies together, squeezing the tiny man between their thighs. He struggled to get away—or maybe to try to please them—which only served to turn them on. His vibrations felt wonderful but Emily was reminded of why she didn’t like men.

Kristen lay on her back and grabbed the doll-sized man around the waist. He was soaked with their juices and his face was red from carpet burn. She flipped him over and shoved his head into her pussy—it was all that could fit, but it was enough.

She bucked off the ground, feeling the landscaping crumble beneath her. Emily was on her in a flash, kissing her lips, her neck, and then around her nipple. A trail of goosebumps traveled down her body.

“I think . . . he’s trying to lick me from the inside,” said Kristen.

Emily laughed. “No, I think he’s just trying to breathe!”

“Oh well. Feels nice either way! He’s about to drown.”

“I’m so jealous!” said Emily, and she kissed down Kristen’s belly and flicked her clit with her tongue. The little man was trying to pull out and remove his head.

“You can . . . have him in a . . . oh!” Her back arched sharply, juices flooding out around the tiny man’s head. But they both heard an audible crack just before the little sheriff stopped moving.

“I don’t think I’m going to get a turn,” said Emily, and she pulled out the sheriff. He flopped onto his back, covered in juices, but unmoving.

“There’ll be more,” said Kristen, and she helped her girlfriend to her feet.

They approached the squad car and listened to the radio crackling from inside.

211. Responding to . . . to . . . giants by the bank building!

Emily and Kristen exchanged devious grins.

Another voice on the radio: Say again, 211. Sounds like you said giants. Over.

Send everyone! Now! After that, the voice died in a hail of static.

“Sounds like they’re partying without us!” said Kristen. “But which way?”

Before Emily could answer, they heard music wafting from the city. It was brassy and loud, like a band had set up in the middle of the street.

Emily said, “I guess we should follow that!”

And then, Kristen stepped on the squad car, her foot smashing all the windows and bending the metal until it was flat as a pancake. She grinned, knowing this was but a taste of what was to come.

***

While Ethan was getting better acquainted with Betty and Emily and Kirsten were finding out how much fun a human head could be, Chloe and Jimmy were making their way down Rosetree Commons’s main street. It was an idyllic place with quaint shops, wide sidewalks, and pretty lanterns and landscaping.

“Hey, baby, how about a flower?” said Jimmy, and he flipped the awning right off a flower stand on the sidewalk. At this size, the flowers were small enough to pinch the stems, so he gathered up all the owner had available. The little woman ran away squealing.

“How sweet,” she said, and accepted them. She twisted the end and tucked them in her hair, just behind her ear.

By now, the street was aware of the giants storming down the middle. Half of the people were panicked and the other half were curious, drawing closer. There was a band playing in the park but they stopped the moment they saw Jimmy looking their way.

“Don’t stop!” he yelled, voice bellowing louder than he would’ve imagined. They started their jaunty music at once.

Chloe began to dance to the rhythm and when she threw her hip to the left, she took out a street light and part of a bakery. The windows shattered, the bricks crumbled. Jimmy looked at it with wide eyes and that’s when he realized the power they commanded. They would rule this town before the day was out.

He danced behind her, dragging his cock against her ass. When he bent her over a truck, he noticed a woman watching them from a second-floor window. Jimmy just smiled as Chloe put all her weight on the truck, popping the front tires with a loud hiss.

“No free shows!” said Jimmy, and he reached through the window and grabbed the lady. He placed her against Chloe’s ass just before he shoved his cock into his girlfriend. The lady caught in the middle screamed out and tried to stay upright as the giants fucked around her.

As the giants played, he saw Kristen and Emily coming up the street, their large feet vibrating the ground. Kirsten kicked a fire hydrant, sending a jet of water into the air. Emily looked at the coupled giants and laughed.

“Looks like the growing stuff makes you super horny!”

“Seems that way,” Chloe said, and she pounded her fist on the hood of the truck until the glass shattered.

The little woman between the fucking giants somehow slid off Jimmy’s cock and fell to the ground, drenched in juices. She screamed again, then ran away, leaving wet footprints on the ground.

Kristen grabbed Emily by the waist and pulled her close, but it knocked both girls off-balance and they wobbled into a nearby building. The combined weight brought it down in a puff of dust. Emily fell on top of Kristen, laughing and sputtering from the debris. Something beneath them crunched and screamed out but they didn’t care—they were only interested in each other.

“I wanna wreck something!” said Chloe, sliding off Jimmy’s cock once she gushed across it. She got to her feet and approached a car in front of the bakery. She bent low, hooked her hands beneath its sideboard, then flipped it over as if it were nothing more than a table. They all laughed as the fluids ran across the street.

The music continued, although the tremolo changed with the performers now fearing their giant overlords. Jimmy and Chloe danced, taking their time in destroying the town square.

A statue of a man on a horse dominated the middle and Chloe threw her leg across and pretended to ride, although the horse was more like a pony at her size. Her weight buckled the legs and she was soon falling onto her ass, laughing hysterically.

Jimmy put his fist through a building’s wall, Emily kicked another one on the opposite side. Chloe wrestled herself from the statue and then jumped up and down on the concrete until she sank into the pavement and hit the water lines below. Now, they had a fountain in the middle of the street.

The girls were the first to stand beneath it. With such a hot evening, it felt quite nice. Jimmy was enthralled by their wet bodies, the way the water glistened off their shiny skin. Chloe attacked him, shoving her tongue into his mouth with so much force that he staggered back and landed on the concrete beneath the water. They laughed and rolled around while a crowd gathered not far away.

And unknown to them all, Ethan had joined the party further down the street . . .

***

After enjoying the girl who called herself Betty, Ethan’s sexual desire only increased. He loved to watch people at play—it was easy to be a voyeur if he tiptoed. Twice, he crept up to windows seeing mostly boring activity, but he watched a man and woman have sex, and in another window saw a woman pleasuring herself in the shower. He stroked his own cock and they seemed to hit their orgasms simultaneously. After that, Ethan wanted more than voyeurism.

He followed the noise and came upon main street where the other Delinquents were already having fun. A crowd had assembled to watch them play in water. Just in front, he overheard a pair of ladies talking about it.

“Look at his cock,” one said. “Brian couldn’t compete with that!”

“Yeah, I’d give it a try,” said the other. “Might tear me apart but I think it might be worth it.”

Ethan dropped to his knees, the ground shaking enough to flip the crowd around to face him. Some screamed out and backed away but most drew near. The pair of ladies eyed him with a mix of wonder and arousal. Their gaze didn’t linger long on his face or chest. They zeroed right in on his massive, throbbing cock.

“Go on, ladies. Have at it.”

The rest of the crowd seemed to be repulsed by him—something he’d deal with soon enough—but his new friends took him up on his offer. The redhead put her hands on his head and kissed it, her face coming away with a tendril of precum.

The other girl, slender with large breasts and a bob cut, licked along his shaft, feeling all of the individual veins as they branched out. Together, their touch felt so nice—he didn’t see much action these days. It was funny how growing to thirty feet tall could change that.

In front of him, Kristen had pulled a girl out of the crowd, lifted her skirt, and licked her pussy with a giant tongue. The little woman moaned and rested her feet on the giantess’s shoulders. Jimmy and Chloe had moved down the street and were play-fighting with each other but it took a turn when he slammed his fist into the wall. Not to be outdone, Chloe did the same, matching his damage. Before long, they’d turned the whole apartment building into a giant slice of Swiss cheese.

Ethan was growing bored of the girls on his cock, so he picked them up—one in each hand, then lay back. Like a sandwich, he smashed them together with his throbbing member right in the middle. Then, he began to stroke. The girls giggled and locked arms as he worked them up and down. With so much precum, there was no friction at all. Once more, the crowd started to gather, some horrified, some vaguely curious. A few maybe . . . jealous.

When his stomach muscles tensed, the spectators backed away, knowing what was about to happen. He grinned and turned onto his side, making sure that when he fired his load, most of it went all over their fancy clothes. A ripple of pure shock and horror rose from the crowd as they were blasted by his hot, sticky goo. He released the girls, both in their own respective puddles.

When he got to his feet, he could smell the smoke in the air. He could see fires burning in a couple of buildings. And somewhere far off, the approach of a police siren . . .

***

Although the majority of the Delinquents loved causing trouble, Kristen found playing with small people twice as fun. While the rest of the group was outside punching buildings and flattening cars, she ripped open the doors to a small, packed diner and crawled her way through. A few people were dancing by the jukebox, a few were at the counter or in booths. Most tried to run past her but she was just too wide.

She crawled her way on through until her entire body was stretched across the tile. After that, she swung her legs around until her massive feet were flanking the jukebox and the dancers. They scrambled to get away and luckily, that meant they tried to crawl over her body.

She grabbed a couple of ladies, both in high heels and poodle skirts, and pulled them right between her legs. She squeezed her thighs around them and they screamed out in fear, possibly pain, but she enjoyed the sounds either way. Also, the vibration was enough to make her wet all over again.

A short order cook tried to slip past but she snatched him. He struggled and cried out but she only increased the pressure on his arms until he settled.

“What’s the matter, big guy? You don’t like me?”
 The man looked as if he didn’t know what to say, but she didn’t give him time anyway. With the girls pinned between her powerful thighs, she had both hands free. So, she hooked a finger in the little man’s pants and pulled them down. It was no surprise he had a raging hard-on—the giant, naked lady was enough of an aphrodisiac for anyone.

“Come on, let me make you glad you stayed,” she said playfully.

She brought him close, turned her head to the side, and started to suck his tiny cock. He fought her for only a moment before crashing against the side of her face and letting her work. Below, the women couldn’t break free and Kristen’s urging made them seek shelter toward her most intimate spot. Little hands played with her lips and clit, and then an arm slipped inside her.

“Hey, you wanna finish that up?” said Emily from the outside. Kirsten could see her feet standing on the road, one tapping impatiently. “I think the law’s coming!”

And now that she mentioned it, Kristen could hear the warble of several sirens.

She finished up with the cook rather quickly—once she found a rhythm it was easy to get him off. He shot his tiny load into her mouth and then staggered back against the wall, a big smile on his face.

She gave the ladies down below one last squeeze, then slithered her way out of the diner, taking out several booths and part of the counter. The jukebox made a high-pitched whine and then grew silent.

The vicinity was filled with smoke but the Delinquents were all back together. They were standing in the middle of main street, flanked by damage, fire, smoke, and screaming people who were trying to funnel past them. Ahead, a line of cop cars raced toward them. The lights twinkled through the haze and the sound of the wailing sirens was giving Kristen a headache.

Jimmy stood in front, a spearhead for their giant group. The first cop car was going too fast and didn’t expect the big man to lumber forward. The car’s brakes locked and it slid sideways, nearly fishtailing, and came to rest right at Jimmy’s shins.

A pair of wide-eyed police officers sat in the front seat, eyeing the big man with a look of pure horror. Jimmy could tell by the way the driver shifted in the seat that he was going to try to back up, but the big man was quicker.

He grabbed the car’s front bumper and lifted it just as the rear wheels began to spin. They kicked up smoke that created a haze between the giants and the rest of the police convoy. But the car went nowhere.

“What’s the matter, coppers? Don’t wanna play?” said Emily.

Jimmy lifted the front of the car even higher until its grill was facing the sky, then pushed it on over until it was on the roof. Emily and Kristen grabbed the sides and gave it a spin, then stepped away to appreciate their work. It looked like a merry-go-round.

“Look at them!” said Ethan, stepping up to the front of the line. “They must’ve called in every cop from the tri-county area!”

The other cars pulled alongside the one that spun on its top. While a pair of officers worked to get their brothers-in-arms out of the overturned vehicle, the rest of them lined up behind their doors, guns aimed.

“What are you gonna do?” Ethan asked, stepping forward. The cop nearest couldn’t even hold his weapon steady, so fearful he’d become. So when he fired at Ethan’s leg, the rest of the group wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or accidental.

And they certainly wouldn’t get to ask the cop . . .

The bullet grazed Ethan’s leg. A small trickle of blood ran down his shin as he cried out. It was more surprise than pain but Ethan instinctively lashed out, kicking the door to the squad door. The cop hiding behind it was crushed against the lip of the car’s roof, the light going out in his eyes at once.

This frightened the others—or perhaps emboldened them—and they opened fire. Seeing this was how it would go down, Jimmy and Chloe rushed in to help. Chloe bounded over one police car, her momentum and weight popping the tires at once. A terrified officer tried to shoot her but she blocked with her hand. It stung her palm but she was moving too fast and she wrestled the gun away with a wet snap.

Before the officer could howl in pain, she snatched him with both hands, then flung him across town. He disappeared over the buildings to the east, never to be seen again.

Kristen lifted the edge of a cop car and flipped it over, instantly silencing another barrage of gunfire. The cops beneath it cried out before their screams were covered by the dying warble of the siren. For good measure, she stood on top of the vehicle and bounced until the roof caved.

Just then, Emily felt something pelt her ass and she turned just in time to see a cop emptying his gun. When he saw he’d been discovered, his eyes went wide and he dropped it, then turned and ran.

“Not so fast!” Emily screamed, startling him. She was on him in a flash. He tried to get away as she grabbed his shoulders, then squatted on top of him, pushing his head right into her pussy. Her whole body relaxed as he tried to get away.

As he struggled, she gripped him with both hands and attempted to shove him deeper but his shoulders were too broad. Each push made his legs kick harder but it felt so, so nice . . .

The final two cops tried to get away after seeing how futile—and how decimating—their attack had been. Chloe laughed as they entered their vehicle. She was on them before they even threw it into reverse, collapsing at the knees and dragging her crotch across the hood—and now she felt a pleasure greater than shoving a normal sized man’s head inside her.

“Rev that engine, boys!” she said.

The passenger side officer tried to escape but she slapped the door shut so hard that the window shattered. Neither of them tried to leave after that.

The driver had his foot on the gas but the car couldn’t move because Kristen was pushing her entire weight against it. She rocked her hips up and down, dragging her pussy across the hot hood. Her juices dribbled down the sides, dripping next to the flat front tires.

Her weight continued to buckle the hood and smash the grill. The back tires still spun furiously, choking the air with thick white smoke. When she started to orgasm, the two officers knew it. Her hands lashed out and gripped the roof, then squeezed. Powerful fingers turned the metal upward as if were mere tin foil.

She gushed across the hood and up onto the windshield. One of the little men laughably turned on the wipers so they could still watch her giant breasts rock back and forth as she rode the car.

In the final throes of the orgasm, the engine sputtered and died but that was okay—she still got where she needed to go and the car’s emanating heat felt nice. She collapsed forward, her giant breasts driving down onto the roof. The little men screamed out, but it was silenced just as fast. She lay there panting and trembling.

Someone pulled a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. She smiled and turned to Emily, who was on her knees and rubbing a warm hand across her back. She kissed her shoulder, then lay her head next to hers.

“Look at us,” said Emily. “We’re huge! Did you ever think life would be like this?”

Kristen chuckled. “Life has thrown a lot of curveballs for us. This is a good one.”

“Check him out,” said Emily, tapping her girlfriend’s shoulder and directing her attention down the street.

Ethan was sitting on the ground, legs spread out. His back was against the bank building. He was surrounded by tiny women, half were clothed, half were naked. They were all in a hurry to play with his body as if it were their own personal jungle gym.

They fought for real estate on his cock. Some were on his thighs, licking along the shaft while one was at his balls, fluffing them like some kind of exotic pet. Another lady was against his stomach, her feet in the air, pussy connecting with his warm flesh. Ethan seemed to be enjoying the attention.

He held a tiny woman by the thighs in front of his face. By the way her legs were spread open and the way she grabbed at his temples told the giantesses one thing—his tongue was on an adventure at her sweet spot. There was no way he could fit it inside, but with enough slapping, enough wetness, she was probably having the time of her life.

“You know what we should do?” Emily asked.

“What’s that?”

“Let’s go fuck his brains out.”

“Seriously?” Kristen said. “Ethan?”

“Yeah! He’s . . . not so bad when he’s big and naked. Besides, we should show those little ladies what the big girls can do.”

“Yeah, okay. Sounds fun,” Kristen said. She pushed off the car and took her girlfriend by the hand.

***

Ethan wasn’t sure how he was able to get off so many times, but credited the growing goo. It seemed that each time he shot his load, he was hard and ready to go again within minutes. As he watched the little women futility try to find a rhythm to jack him, Emily and Kristen approached.

“Hey, gals,” he said, feeling awkward at once. His face turned red, and not from the mini-women who were stroking him.

“How about we show you what real women can do,” said Emily, dropping to her knees between his legs. She flicked one tiny woman on the ass who immediately jumped up and raced down the street. The others started to clear out, besides those who were too entranced at his dick. They wanted to get him off and weren’t paying attention to distractions.

“You girls serious?”

Both nodded, to which he visibly relaxed and tried to keep the excitement out of his face. He’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t attracted to them—and had tried to date them in the past.

Emily bent over and kissed the woman behind his cock. The little lady froze, unsure of how to handle this latest development. Emily kissed her again, this time forcing her tongue between the lady’s body and Ethan’s cock. Both of them moaned and while Emily figured the girl would run off with the rest, she moved to kiss the giantess instead.

Emily covered her face with her tongue, then licked down her body, taking time to pause at her breasts before moving down. The little woman tried to straddle Emily’s tongue—with some success. A blast of hot air made her nipples hard and for a moment, Emily forgot why she even came over to Ethan.

But then Kristen was there, nudging her way in, dancing her lips between the tiny woman and Ethan’s cock. Emily soon learned there wasn’t enough room for them all, so she pulled the little woman away and tapped her on the ass.

“Go play with someone else. We’ve got him.”

She looked dejected but headed toward the other giants, nonetheless.

Emily stood, then walked up the length of Ethan’s body until she could throw her hands atop the roof of the building behind him. She shoved her crotch right in his face and he licked her lips, then maneuvered his tongue inside her. She collapsed a little, dragging down a few bricks on top of his head.

“Sorry,” she said, but he hardly felt it. Kristen was getting started down below, making it difficult to concentrate on Emily.

Kristen lined herself up between his legs and swatted away the remainder of the tiny women who were trying to please him. She stroked his cock, imagining what it would be like if he took a double dose of the goo. Not that he had a bad dick—it was fine, but if she were going to try a man after all these years then she certainly wanted to get her money’s worth.

She stroked him and licked him while Emily played above. After a few minutes of taking him to the edge of an orgasm and gently bringing him back down, she climbed atop his dick and started to ride it. This put her in the perfect spot to kiss her girlfriend’s thighs, which only made her even weaker. Ethan couldn’t see any of this, nor did he try. His body was afire—he loved all the sensations provided by these women.

One of the tiny ladies who’d been playing with his cock lingered nearby, watching the three-way. He snatched her and pressed her against Emily’s stomach. The giantess held the girl by the arms, allowing Ethan to lick both pussies—one giant, one tiny. It was the strangest experience he’d ever known, but the way both women cried out in pleasure, made it one of the most memorable.

***

Sarah Gordon was a little miffed that she was excluded from playing with the giant man. To add insult to injury, that big lady flicked her on the ass—and it was still sore five minutes later. What she wouldn’t do to be big like them! How did they do that, anyway?

She walked through the debris to find the rest of the giants taking a break from their destruction and lovemaking. There were no more police officers, no sirens. But she was almost certain there was a military base on the edge of town. They’d probably mobilize soon . . .

She approached the male-female couple and learned their names were Jimmy and Chloe. Currently, Jimmy was sitting in the back of a pickup truck, the wheels flat, the sideboards on the ground. Chloe knelt next to him, sucking his long, hard cock. Jimmy put one hand in her hair and the other was gripping a telephone pole, the concrete starting to spiderweb around the base.

At her approach, Jimmy snapped out of his trance and smiled, then tapped Chloe on the back to get her attention. Barely separating from his cock, she turned her head to the side and ran her tongue up and down his shaft while watching the little woman.

“Come to play?” Jimmy asked. “I’m surprised so many of you want to interact with us. Aren’t you scared?”

“Should I be?” she asked.

“Maybe,” answered Chloe, sitting back and wiping her chin. She spread her legs open—her pussy glistened from so much excitement. The way she draped her hand across her stomach and maintained eye contact told Sarah exactly what she wanted—and expected.

Sarah dropped to her knees in front of the biggest womanhood she’d ever seen. True, she dabbled with women in the past—mostly in high school—but who would make fun of her now? Just before she could lean in and taste the giantess, Chloe put a hand on the back of her head and shoved her forward.

The tiny woman floundered, unable to breathe until she wrestled away enough to turn her head to the side. Chloe relented then, hand snaking down Sarah’s back to keep a hold there instead.

Sarah kissed her, loving her taste and scent and the surprisingly massive amount of heat. The more she played, the wetter the giantess became. Her touch grew more supportive, a little gentle, and even playful. Chloe traced a fingernail down her back, sending waves of pleasure through her tiny body.

Just then, Sarah felt something on her back. She turned just in time to see Jimmy’s massive cock smacking her. It landed against her face and drove her against Chloe’s folds. The giants laughed as she felt the sting of it—it even burned her nose and eyes. But it made her heart thump, the excitement making her tingle.

Jimmy slapped her with it two more times until she faced the opening and then it became clear what they were wanting.

While Chloe held herself open, Sarah pushed her head inside. It was impossible to go deeper but this was a scary spot to be in—almost like a guillotine. The cock was still slapping her in the back but Sarah loved it. She spread her legs, unsure of what the big guy could do, but he certainly tried a few things.

The head of his dick rammed forward, far too big to penetrate but spongy enough to rub her clit and lips the right way. She gulped for air and tried to kiss Chloe’s walls but it was difficult. She was too captivated by the feeling of the giant battering her pussy.

Somehow, she got off. She could feel her juices squirting out, landing atop the giant’s head. Finally, she pulled free of Chloe’s pussy because Jimmy had taken her by the legs and dragged her.

He was on his knees, still holding her around the ankles. Head to the ground, legs up in the air, he rubbed his dick between them, his wetness seeping into her pussy and her ass. She loved this sensation and she didn’t know how long her arms would keep her held up—they were already trembling from so much fun.

Finally, after a second orgasm, he carried her up to Chloe and placed her on the giantess’s chest. Chloe directed her head until she could latch onto a nipple—or at least part of it. Right now, it was so big that she could hold it like a can of root beer. Sarah could feel the big lady’s heart hammering in her chest and if not for the sudden blaring noise of engines, she would’ve probably fallen right to sleep.

***

Ethan didn’t hear the engines at first. He had walked off toward a more secluded spot—the football field at the eastern edge of the town. While he appreciated the girls who followed him, he liked the ones who resisted even more. As the sun started to go down, he moved to an apartment building that was as tall as him, and peered through the windows.

There was a trio of women watching television in the third-floor apartment. He waited until one of them noticed, then he waved and winked. Before they could run off screaming, he jerked the narrow window away, then shoved his cock in.

As he began pumping, he dug his fingernails into the wall just in front of his face. He tore away the building, tossing out people and furniture until he could rip up enough of the floor to see the action in the room where he was playing.

The ladies couldn’t dodge his dick, as it was so long it reached all the way across the apartment. Over and over he pummeled them, sometimes in the face, sometimes in the body. Eventually they played his game, as they were either too hurt or too tired to get out of the way. He continued to fuck the window, feeling the fit tighten as the veins popped out along his shaft. And then, he shot his load.

It covered half the room—the ladies, the television, the plastic-covered sofa and chair. By the time he was finished pumping, his balls were aching. He stepped back, his heel coming down on one of his fans.

He felt her little body crumple under his weight, a sight horrid enough to chase off a few of the tiny women. No matter. He scraped his foot in the nearby patch of grass between the buildings and then continued on toward the football field.

He dragged his fingers across the windows of any building he passed. Destruction was easy at thirty feet tall! He stepped over cars, enjoying the hiss of the flattening tires. Just for fun, he picked up light poles, mailboxes, and even a few pylons that were meant to block cars. It was all no more substantial than twigs and leaves.

Not everyone feared him, so he led a trail of single ladies right to the grass. He threw his feet up on the announcer’s box, laughing how the roof buckled, and let the little eager women swarm him. He enjoyed watching them lift his cock and lick it. Ethan counted seven of them, all with their little tongues darting back and forth. One girl stood on his stomach so she could bury her face against his head. Oh, how he wished he could cum right now! It would’ve probably broken her neck.

Like tiny Sarah Gordon a few blocks away, he could’ve fallen right to sleep but the roar of engines jolted him awake. Something had arrived on main street. Something that was meant to cause the Delinquents harm . . .

***

Emily was the first to see them—a convoy of military vehicles trundling through the haze of smoke. The leader was a tank, its treads creaking along on the pavement. Behind it, a few soldiers with long rifles who felt protected by the big gun in front.

Beyond, a row of jeeps, trucks, and even a pair of armored cars. Emily wondered if they could take on such a force—thirty feet tall or not, bullets hurt, to say nothing of artillery shells.

It was quiet for a moment, except for the distant scream of people who were fleeing from the military as much as the giants. Jimmy cautiously approached the tank and before he could say anything the barrel clicked into place, lining up a shot.

Just as it fired, Ethan came at it from the side, throwing his shoulder into the treads and knocking it off target. The tank teetered on its side but more importantly, the rocket zipped past Jimmy and hit a building down the street.

But now, the giants were angry . . .

Chloe was on the tank in a flash. She lifted with Ethan until the whole thing was on its top. Jimmy reached down and grabbed the barrel and twisted it right off, which raised the fear of the rest of the soldiers and sent them into action.

A hail of machinegun fire ripped through the air but the giants were ready for it. They dispersed, turning one massive object into several. The ladies went out wide while Jimmy and Ethan continued ripping apart the tank while occasionally using it for cover.

A jeep with a rear-mounted machinegun turned toward Kristen but she was too fast. She slapped the gun and sent it spinning, which knocked off the gunner. Then, she flipped the jeep with all her might, rocketing it end over end toward a group of soldiers. Some tried to run but most were mowed down at once.

Emily picked up one soldier by the legs, spun around, then launched him like a discus throw. He screamed but it faded from her ears almost at once. She went on a rampage—the bullets weren’t dangerous, only felt like bee stings. It reminded her of the time she stepped on a hornet’s nest in her aunt’s yard. And like she did with the nest—stomp it flat—she did that now with America’s finest fighting men.

She raised her foot and stepped on a soldier so hard that his bones felt like toothpicks. From there, she leaped to another. Then another and another until she had leapfrogged all the way up the line, leaving a trail of broken soldiers.

One soldier stepped upon the hood of his jeep and pulled out his sidearm. With Emily bent low, he managed to shoot her twice in the neck. It hurt—bad—but it was nothing compared to what he was about to feel.

She grabbed the gun away, pulling his arm right off. Before he could register what had happened, for his face displayed nothing but shock, she raised her foot and kicked him away.

It lasted but only a few minutes. The giants moved far quicker than what the soldiers predicted, so it wasn’t hard to move up the line, turning vehicles over on some of them, and kicking or stomping the rest. By the time the giants reached the rear of the line, only four soldiers remained.

Each of them dropped their guns and raised their hands in surrender. Jimmy was about to rush them but Chloe put a hand to his chest and said, “No, let’s put them to work instead.”

“Work?” he asked.

***

As the sun went down, the music started playing again. Ethan had gone to the park to request the band continue, but she noticed the jazzy piano was missing from the song—probably because Ethan had the pianist pinned to the ground, rubbing his cock along her back. Each time she tried to get up, he put more pressure on her.

Kristen stretched out against the rubble of main street. Two of the soldiers who’d surrendered were at her feet, each massaging with their tiny hands. At this size, her feet were chest level with them, so when they got on their knees, they all but disappeared.

“You’re not doing it right!” she told the left soldier, then shoved him with the pad of her foot. While on the ground, she pinched his clothes and pulled him forward. She laid her foot on top of him, pinning him down. His arms flailed, then beat the sides of her foot as if he had the power to move such a giantess.

“Now do it right! Two hands!”

She rocked her foot back to the heel and the soldier reluctantly stood. He gave his companion a fearful look, then went back to work with far more vigor than he’d shown before.

Kristen took the other two soldiers for herself. One of them was on her stomach, pitched forward so he could squeeze her nipple and kiss it. She loved for her sensitive nipples to be touched and there was something special about such small hands.

The other soldier was also on her stomach, but angled down so he could bury his face against her clit. Although he struggled, she made sure to keep him on task. Each time he looked up, she took a finger and dabbed the back of his head until he was making her tingle again.

“I guess they’re finished,” said Jimmy, looking across the wasteland of army vehicles. “We showed this town who is boss!”

Ethan shook his head. “We destroyed the bank, a bakery, a diner, and a few apartments. That’s hardly showing them who’s boss.”

“What do you suggest, tough guy?” asked Emily.

He pointed toward the north and said, “Freemont Village.”

“Oh,” said the other Delinquents together. They’d forgotten all about that place.

Freemont Village was a famously posh neighborhood just outside of Rosetree Commons. If you were rich and snobby and looked down on people like Jimmy and his ilk, Freemont Village was the place to be.

Kristen led the charge, her large feet hammering the pavement as she moved past main street and into the residential area. Normally, people would be out enjoying the crisp night air—barbequing, mingling with friends. But apparently word had reached the area that giants were terrorizing their precious city.

“Look at the windows,” said Ethan.

There were two kinds of houses: those with people who chose to turn off lights and pretend they weren’t home, and those who peered out of windows with large, fearful eyes.

Ethan approached one window and said, “Hey pretty lady!” before reaching through and snatching a struggling housewife.

The ladies moved onto the lawn of an expansive house, their feet leaving giant prints on the grass. Emily grabbed the balcony, hoping to lift herself up to see through the large, sliding glass windows, but instead ripped it right off the house.

The girls laughed at the attempt, then joined the fun by ripping away more pieces of the house. Chloe lifted one of the giant, metal lawn ornaments and tossed it through the window. Kristen pulled up the garage door and dragged a fancy roadster out to the street.

Faces gathered in one of the windows, watching in horror as the Delinquents began trashing the car. Jimmy and Ethan turned it over while Emily ripped off the wheels and hurled them onto the roof.

Jimmy grabbed a large rock from the house’s garden and scraped it across the ground where the car hard been sitting. When they dragged it out of the garage, they punctured the gas tank—and now a trail of fire ran from the street to the garage. Something inside it burst into flames, much to the laughter of the Delinquents.

Within ten minutes, the house, as well as the three next to it, were engulfed in flames. They found it all so fun to watch that they didn’t even see the occupants of the homes running down the street.

The Delinquents were in control. They ran the town tonight. Tomorrow, the whole county.

***

Even though Tabitha’s house had collapsed, the basement survived. As Jimmy and the gang wrecked Rosetree Commons, Tabitha was clearing debris so she could inspect the lab.

She’d been working on a new variant of her growth formula and she needed to make sure the Delinquents didn’t consume it. That would turn an already difficult problem into a new nightmare.

Once the steps were clear, she rushed down to inspect her mostly intact lab. She jerked open her drawers where she kept her supply of serum. One by one, she checked the numbers on the ends of the tube until finally she saw which one was missing, which one she’d stupidly laid on the counter.

“Shit.”

They’d consumed the variant. They would be unstoppable by morning.

Unless . . .

She snatched her variant goo and rushed back up the steps. It was dark out, but had she been able to see into Rosetree Commons, she would’ve noticed the black smoke. Still, she could smell the ruin in the air.

This was something she’d dreamed about doing for quite some time. It was no secret that the growth serum caused extreme arousal. She’d designed it that way. Tabitha envisioned a world of gods and men, and the Godmaker as she called it, was all about sexual fun on a massive scale.

She’d just never had the courage to try it until now . . .

Tabitha tipped her head back and squeezed the entire tube of serum into her mouth—a massive dose. It would be slow, happening in stages, but it would be effective. She had to even the odds against five people who were no doubt in better shape than her, not to mention far more versed in fighting.

It felt wonderful as it worked through her system. She tried—a little too late—to undress. By the time she was pulling off her shirt, it was strangling her. She missed watching her body since the garment covered her eyes.

But she could feel every inch she gained—the way her feet burst out of the socks and shoes, the way her thighs shredded the pants. By the time the shirt ripped down the middle and she could see the world and her beautiful body below, she was done growing.

Currently, she was thirty feet tall, but that would change soon. Her legs were shaky, her nipples hard. The process left a tiny trickle of cum rolling down her inner thigh. She wanted to sit on the pavement and give herself a few more orgasms, but knew she needed to go find the Delinquents before more people were hurt.

She bounded down the street, breasts jiggling, feet producing small earthquakes whenever they touched down.