The Wail of the Giantess

For Christopher Kraus, it was just another ordinary day. A regular morning filled with passersby, grumpy faces on the subway, and the smell of pastries from the stall on the way to university.

He was, as usual, late for his lecture, buried in a cup of cooling coffee and cursing himself for last night’s session in the lab. The experiment with that suspicious liquid Professor Lange had handed him with the words, “Well, it's kind of a neurostimulator, but don’t drink too much,” had ended with Chris, of course, drinking all of it. For science, he’d decided at the time.

And now, less than a day later, he was walking through the city feeling a strange kind of discomfort.

It started with heat. He was sweating like he’d just run out of a sauna, and then...

— What the hell?! — he gasped, staggering and grabbing onto the wall of the nearest building as his body began to literally morph. Literally. His hips widened, his shirt tightened around his chest, and in the next moment, the fabric split with a loud rip, exposing a pair of massive, heavy tits that swayed in the air like they had their own inertia.

It all happened too fast for him to process. But it was impossible not to realize, even at first glance, that his body had changed and was now completely female, as absurd as it seemed.

— What... what the fuck is this shit?! — she shouted — yes, now she — hearing her own voice for the first time, high-pitched, way too high, sounding more like some hysterical girl.

She felt her already tight clothes become even tighter, as if they were starting to fuse with her skin. The seams on her jeans strained, the zipper on her jacket helplessly split open, and her T-shirt... the T-shirt simply gave up.

With a loud "RrrrRRRRAAAACK!" the fabric tore right down the middle, revealing an enormous, juicy, impossibly heavy pair of boobs, which with every breath became harder and harder to carry. It felt like every cell was stretching, shifting, transforming into something alien, completely unnatural, but… insanely sensitive.

— Oh shit… — She squeezed her eyes shut as a moan burst from her chest — not a man’s moan, not the usual one, but a low, throaty, porn-actress kind of moan, like she’d just “got there.” — This isn’t… this can’t be real…

But it was real. And worse — she was growing.

Her knees trembled under the weight of a body that was rapidly becoming too big for any sidewalk, let alone common sense. Her hips swelled, and the jeans finally gave out at the sides and flew apart along with her underwear, leaving her completely naked.

With every passing second, Christopher saw everything around getting smaller and smaller, noticing more and more passersby turning to stare at the woman who, right before their eyes, was becoming a true giantess.

Someone screamed. A car swerved onto the curb and slammed into a lamppost.

— No, no, no! — She tried to cover herself with her arms, but her tits — those damn, ridiculously massive tits — kept bouncing out from under her elbows, swinging so hard she thought she might just topple over from the shift in her center of gravity.

Voices from below:

— Who the hell is that?! What the fuck is going on?! —

— Is she naked?!

— Somebody call the army!

And then — CRACK! — the parking lot under her knee sank. The asphalt split open, and she instinctively leaned forward, making sure her hand didn’t land on anyone as she reached out to brace herself. At that moment, her hair — long, silky — spilled over her shoulders, shading half her face like some rock star in a softcore music video.

— This is all just a dream... this can’t be real... can’t be real... — she whispered, horrified as she felt her nipples firmly brushing the cool air, like every molecule of oxygen knew exactly where to hit to make her feel even more exposed.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was that despite the shame, despite the total nightmare... something inside her was rising. Warmth. Hot. Unstoppable.

— What... what the hell... why am I so hot? — she asked herself, pressing her thighs together, but that only made it worse. A wave of pleasure rippled through her body. She felt moisture beginning to seep between her thighs, a burning heat that made her hand twitch downward before she forced herself to stop.

From the far end of the street, someone shouted:

— Is she getting turned on?! What is this, some perverted attack on the city?!

Her eyes flew open. Somewhere in the distance, a helicopter was flying, its blades slicing the air with a buzz that made her — now fully female, absurdly huge and outrageously sensitive — shudder even more. Christopher — or whoever the hell she was now — slightly turned her head, and her breasts shifted with the motion, like enormous living sacks of water, slapping together and sending a wave of painfully sweet feedback through her whole body.

— No, no, stop it... — she tried to whisper, but her lips parted on their own, her breathing quickened, and the pulsing between her legs wasn’t just burning now — it was demanding.

Everything was happening in broad daylight, in front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people.

Her trembling hand barely lifted off the ground and, almost against her will, moved between her massive thighs, to where the throbbing had become a torturous, but damn real desire.

‘This can’t be happening… I can’t… not here, in front of everyone… I’m not even supposed to want this… I’m not a girl…’

But her body had other plans. She whimpered as her fingers brushed against the wetness. Her giant, unreal female body seemed to guide her — every nerve, every inch of skin now begging for touch, for caress, for pressure… for anything.

She lowered herself a bit more, her hand dragging along the asphalt, trembling and leaving dents behind like claw marks from some kind of monster.

People were running. Some were filming. Some were screaming. Some just stared, mouths wide open.

And she... she began to move. Slowly. Smoothly. Slipping one finger inside, then a second.

— Oh... — she gasped. Her voice — hoarse, deep, burning with heat — sounded like a woman caught in the middle of a wild orgasm. She wasn’t in control anymore. Her fingers — massive, elegant, with long nails — moved faster and faster.

The sound of the helicopter grew louder. But even that couldn’t drown out her moans.

Her tits — those insanely heavy tits — bounced with the rhythm of her movements. One nipple brushed against a building, knocking part of the facade loose. She didn’t even notice. All her focus was on the burning spot between her legs. The wave was building. The wetness had grown so much that her fingers slipped with devilish ease.

— I... can’t... — she exhaled, pressing her hips against the asphalt. It trembled, cracks spreading outward. In the distance — sirens. Screaming people. Cars swerving away.

And she — a colossal, absurdly sexual woman — shuddered in the agony of a desire she had never known before. Even the thought that just ten minutes ago she’d had a dick, and now… now this? — only turned her on more.

— It... it feels so good... — she moaned, biting her lip. — But this... this isn’t right... or...

She threw her head back. Her hair spilled over her shoulders. A helicopter flew dangerously close, and the camera operator must have gotten a close-up, because someone suddenly shouted into a megaphone with panicked excitement:

— SHE… SHE… WHAT IS SHE DOING?! CUT THE CAMERA!!

But it was too late.

Christopher — now a giant woman — shrieked as her body arched in a spasm. One hand clenched into a fist, the other plunged into the asphalt. A moan ripped from her breasts, echoing down the streets. She trembled, overcome, unable to stop. Only after long, breathless moments did she collapse on her butt, supporting herself with her massive hands behind her, her gaze foggy, her cheeks flushed.

And then she noticed something had changed. People weren’t screaming anymore — they were kissing. Or already fucking. Her moan, the final orgasmic cry of the giantess, had — to her shock and to the disbelief of everyone within five kilometers — made everyone around her uncontrollably crave each other.

— I... I just wanted... to get to my lecture… — she moaned, taking a deep breath and barely catching sight of the helicopter, now spiraling out of control as the pilot started making out with the reporter.