From: Terry Sinclair <tsinclair@icon-stl.net>
Subject: Repost:  Creature From The Blue Lagoon, Part I [giantess, violence]
Date: 27 Jul 1995 16:52:40 GMT

Creature From The Blue Lagoon

     Brooke woke up early and stepped out from underneath the
 small lean-to that she called home.  The ocean breeze tousled
 her long brown hair, so she brushed it out of her eyes.  She
 stared out at the beach and the waves crashing into the reef
 some distance from the shore.  For most, it would have been a
 breath-taking view, but for Brooke it was ordinary and
 predictable, the same scene she had viewed every day of her
 young life, as far back as she could remember.  She did enjoy
 being out here alone, though.  Early morning was quickly
 becoming her favorite time of day; a time when she could be by
 herself, with her thoughts and feelings, and longings.  A time
 when he was still sleeping.  Things had been happening in the
 last few months.  Things which she did not enjoy.  Chris and she
 had both begun to change, slowly, but definitely, and the
 outcome wasn't what Brooke had hoped for at all.  Chris seemed
 to be getting bigger.  And stronger.  His muscles were
 developing, and with it he seemed to be getting more aggressive
 too.  Over the last few months, he had begun to boss her around
 and demand that she do things for him, like gather his food and
 repair his clothing.  These things were a particular pain
 because his appetite was forever increasing and he was
 constantly ripping the seams out of his clothes, which were
 fitting him tighter and tighter as time wore on.  These things
 she would have done gladly, were it not for his ever
 increasingly hostile attitude and rudeness.  Never a "thank
 you"; always "do this now", very brutish and rude.  Brooke was
 beginning to tire of it, but the one time that she spoke up,
 Chris slapped her and told her to never speak of it again.  The
 slap hurt, and made her cry.  She had run off down the beach,
 and sobbed gently as the tide rolled in.  When she returned to
 their hut, Chris acted as though nothing had happened and showed
 no sign of remorse.  She was truly hating what he was becoming,
 but saw little that she could do to stop it.
     Nevertheless, all these degradations she could have
 tolerated.  But the thing Chris did for the first time last week
 was beyond Brooke's ability to deal rationally with.  In the
 middle of the night, she had awaken to find Chris on top of her
 fiddling around with her crotch.  At first she was caught off
 guard and could only gasp.  In that instant Chris covered her
 mouth with his hand and the next thing she knew, she felt as if
 she was being ripped in two.  Chris had just jammed something
 long and hard up her pissy hole and the pain that it caused her
 was excruciating.  She tried to scream in agony, but was muffled
 by Chris's hand.  From his position and contact with her, it
 took Brooke only seconds to figure out what was being thrust
 inside her, a notion confirmed as Chris began to slide it in and
 out.  With each inward thrust, the young girl winced in pain,
 though as the ordeal wore on, each pumping motion was slightly
 less painful than the last.  The whole event lasted perhaps one
 minute, and ended when she felt a warming sensation inside her,
 and Chris fell off of her rolled over, and went to sleep.  She
 however couldn't sleep, and didn't want to move for fear of the
 soreness that would result.  She just lay there the better part
 of an hour and sobbed.
     This horrific event replayed itself every night of the past
 week.  Chris had called it "bounce" and said that he really
 liked it, and didn't really care if she enjoyed it or not, but
 that he was going to do it and try to stop him.  She took him up
 on that offer, but when she pushed him off, he simply became
 more aggressive and overpowered her.  She quickly learned that
 it was easier and less painful to just submit, lie still, and
 hope that it ended quickly.
     This was the morning that Brooke awoke to.  An entire order
 and way of life in tremendous upheaval.  The smartest thing she
 thought she could do was to get away from it, at least for the
 day.  Chris could gather his own food for the day.  Sure, there
 may be hell to pay when she returned, but the peace and
 tranquility that a day away offered was worth that price.  She
 ventured off into the jungle. 
     Her day went tremendously well.  She was maturing, and as
 such for the first time took the moment to look closely at all
 the flowers and plants, and the animals that she saw on her
 path.  The island was truly a paradise--at least under these
 circumstances--and she enjoyed sucking it all in.  As the day
 wore on, and she found herself well into the interior of the
 island, she came upon a fresh-water spring that had formed a
 small lake.  Near the lake was a large bush with a strange fruit
 growing on it.  The youngsters had learned by trial and error
 which foods were suitable for eating and which weren't.  If it
 made you sick, stay away from it.  Otherwise, and if it was
 palatable, eat away.  This new fruit simply needed to be
 catalogued, and so with a bit of trepidation, but no true
 concern, she picked a piece and bit into it.  She found it to be
 quite juicy and sweet, very much like a plum.  Very few of the
 sweet ones ever turned out dangerous, so she finished it off and
 sat down by the spring to rest.  
     Within about five minutes, though, Brooke began to wonder if
 the new fruit was in fact alright or not.  An incredible burning
 sensation was overtaking her, particularly around her crotch. 
 She rubbed between her legs vigorously in an effort to squelch
 the burning, and it helped a bit.  She also noticed the
 particularly pleasant sensation that that provided, in spite of
 her discomfort.  Perhaps a cooling swim would be in order, she
 thought, and so she stripped off her top and bottom, and dove
 into the spring.  She found her swim to be refreshing and
 soothing, both to her body and mind, and she frolicked in the
 spring for the better part of an hour.  Occasionally, she would
 reach between her legs and with her fingers caress the inside of
 her thighs and up into her crotch in an effort to revive those
 new feelings of excitement.  It occurred to her that if Chris
 would just be a bit more gentle, or had a smaller dinky, that
 his sessions of bounce could actually be enjoyable.  But she
 knew that she could never bring that up.
     After her swim, she sunned herself for a while and
 ultimately fell asleep, rolling into the shade of a large tree.
  When she awoke, she could tell it was late, and realized that
 she should be returning to the hut and facing her punishment,
 whatever form that might take.  She picked up her clothes and
 struggled to pull them on.  She found them to be particularly
 tight, really snuggling her skin, and she wondered if they
 hadn't gotten a bit wet and had shrunk sitting in the sun.  Not
 a problem, she thought.  She just let them out a bit tomorrow. 
 She started to walk back to the beach, but was continually
 struck by the fact that the jungle didn't seem to look the same. 
 What was different escaped her.  Same plants, same animals as  
 her trip out to the spot, but something somehow was intangibly
 different.  Give her time, she thought.  She was a smart girl. 
 She'd figure it out.

     Chris was waiting for her upon her return, and the look on
 his face wasn't pleasant.  Brooke knew to expect a beating, and
 was prepared for that eventuality.  It had been worth it.  As
 she approached, Chris stared at her.  Something was not quite
 right.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but whatever it was,
 it made him uncomfortable and he didn't like it.  As she walked
 up to him, he glared at her and demanded, "where have you been?"
     "I spent the day in the jungle.  What of it?" she said with
 just the hint of defiance in her voice.
     "I don't want you going there again.  Do you understand me?"
 he replied.  He considered slapping her for her attitude, but
 then thought better of it.
     "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't," said Brooke as she
 sauntered past him.  Her confidence level was way up, and yet
 she was still surprised that Chris hadn't hurt her in any way.
 Oh, there was no question in her mind.  She was going back to
 her spot tomorrow.
     That evening, as the hour drew late, and she was nearly
 asleep, she felt Chris stirring and getting up.  Instinctively
 she tensed up, and shuddered slightly as he slipped himself on
 to her.  Chris strained to pry her legs open, and then inserted
 himself into her.  Brooke noticed that it wasn't nearly as
 painful as the last few times, but still was annoying.  Each
 thrust of his hardened cock, though, seemed to become smoother
 and smoother.  Nevertheless, she grew weary of this game that he
 played, and inspired by her successes earlier, tried to force
 the horny boy off of her.  Surprisingly to both of them, he was
 lifted of and thrown to the floor.  Shocked and upset, Chris
 scrambled to his feet, still with a raging hard-on, pointed his
 finger at her, and yelled, "You stay out of the jungle tomorrow,
 or you'll be sorry."  He turned, huffed out of the tent, and
 went down to the beach to finish the job by himself.  By the
 time he awoke the next morning, Brooke had already gone.  A
 feeling of trepidation set over him.
     Brooke searched all morning, and finally came upon her
 spring and bush again.  Very curious about all the things that
 had happened to her over the last 24 hours, she decided to
 experiment and repeat the whole process.  She stripped to her
 skin, and then picked a very large piece of fruit which she
 gobbled down greedily.  Same as before, a burning sensation
 enveloped her body, concentrated on her crotch.  She lay herself
 down on a particularly grassy and comfortable spot, and massaged
 the area vigorously until the pain subsided.  She then again
 went for a refreshing dip, which did wonders to ease the fire in
 her, and then sunned herself.  She then rose, and reached for
 her clothes.  Even as she began to pull them on herself, she
 could tell that they just weren't going to fit.  Her breasts,
 her young, supple, newly budding breasts, were simply taking up
 too much room for her shirt to rap around.  Her skirt distinctly
 covered less of her legs than before.  She had begun to suspect,
 and now knew for certain.  Her clothes hadn't shrunk.  She had
 grown.  And significantly too.  Not like Chris over the last few
 months.  No, this had happened in a matter of minutes while she
 had been lying there.  It didn't take her long to realize the
 potential of what had occurred.  She realized Chris had left her
 alone because he feared her.  And now she was even bigger!  How
 much more could she exploit this, she wondered?   She grabbed
 another piece of fruit, and ate it on the way back.  She'd stop
 every once in a while as the discomfort became unbearable and
 rub or diddle, or jam her finger where Chris had jammed his
 cock.  Each of these actions brought her a temporary relief, and
 each touch, each caress, caused her body to swell.  Of this she
 was certain.  She could distinctly feel the unbuttoned shirt
 tightening around her arms and shoulders, the skirt squeezing
 her waist.  She enjoyed that feeling.  She hurried her pace. 
 She wanted to see what Chris's reaction would be today.
   Chris saw her coming from quite some distance.  Or was it that
 far?  He rubbed his eyes to clear any distortion.  Brooke seemed
 larger to him.  That vague feeling that he had had the day
 before was beginning to take shape.  He figured out why he had
 been so nervous.  He realized what had upset him so.  As the
 young girl approached, his heart started to beat faster and
 faster, and a sick feeling weald up in his stomach.  By the time
 she reached him there could be no doubt.  The girl that two days
 ago was no taller than his shoulder was now looking down on him
 and grinning an evil grin.  He panicked.
     Chris turned and ran away from her about a hundred yards
 down the beach.  He was very confused and a little bit
 frightened.  Instinctively, he dropped his shorts and started to
 diddle his dinky.  That always made him feel strong and
 dominant.  While he feverishly stroked it with one hand and
 tickled his testicles lightly with the other, he closed his eyes
 and imagined himself growing bigger and stronger, too.  "Yes,"
 he thought to himself, as the pressure in his groin grew more
 intense with each moment.  "I can feel it."  He pictured himself
 becoming bigger than Brooke was now, and then hitting her and
 teaching her a lesson.  He imagined all the things that he could
 do again once he was the big one and she'd have to obey him. 
 He'd be able to bounce on her again as much as he wanted and it
 would be tight and good, and he'd make her gather the food and
 the wood while he lay on the beach, and when he wanted, she
 would lick his dinky all day until he was through.  As these
 last few images past his mind, his dinky tensed and shot out
 several pulses of sticky white juice.  A deep sense of
 satisfaction and security overwhelmed him, and he opened his
 eyes knowing that the situation had resolved itself and things
 would be back to the way they had been.
     But when his focus returned, his heart skipped, and then he
 got a sicky feeling in his stomach.  Brooke had caught up with
 him (quite quickly), and was looming in front of him with her
 arms akimbo, smiling.  Nothing had changed.  Brooke seemed to
 sense what Chris had been trying to do.  After all, she was now
 having those same sensations.  She knew what they felt like, and
 the sense of power that came with them.  "SILLY BOY.  I KNOW
 WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO DO.  YOU THINK YOU CAN BE BIG LIKE ME. 
 WELL, THAT THING ONLY WORKS FOR ME.  HERE, WATCH." And with
 that, she hiked up her skirt and started diddling herself.  As
 the feelings of pleasure shot through her body, she began to
 experience the warming sensation, and then was very excited to
 feel her clothes growing tighter and beginning to hug the curves
 of her developing body more and more.  "HEY, CHRIS, I HAVE AN
 IDEA.  LET'S HAVE A CONTEST.  LET'S BOTH PLAY WITH OURSELVES,
 AND THE ONE WHO HAS GROWN THE MOST WHEN WE'RE FINISHED IS THE
 WINNER."  Chris could only stand there in shock with his fist
 wrapped around his erection.  Brooke let her finger explore and
 probe every inch of her crotch, inside and out.  The pleasure
 was intense, both from the tactile stimulation and from the
 sensation of growth--her muscles tightening and thickening, her
 breasts and hips developing, her clothes constricting around her
 body, nearly to the point of ripping, and the sight of her
 antagonist seeming to diminish before her eyes.  She probed and
 prodded and pinched, each action surging through her body and
 pushing her frame larger.  "I'M WINNING!" she taunted him, as
 she inched upward.  "YOU'RE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS GAME.  LOOK AT
 YOU.  YOU HAVEN'T GROWN AT ALL."  She giggled as she teased him. 
 "I WAS A FOOT TALLER THAN YOU WHEN WE STARTED, AND NOW I'VE
 GROWN AT LEAST ANOTHER FOOT."  Indeed, as Chris looked up at
 her, she was at least eight feet tall and towering over him. 
 Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, and the once tough and
 bullish boy was reduced to sobbing.
     "Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.
     "HURT YOU?  I DID THIS FOR YOU.  NOW WE CAN PLAY BOUNCE ALL
 YOU WANT.  I MAY EVEN GET ON TOP.  NO, I WON'T HURT YOU.  UNLESS
 YOU ARE DISOBEDIENT, OF COURSE.  NOW, DON'T YOU LIKE THIS?"
     "No!" Chris blurted out, like a scolded child.  Brooke's
 demeanor changed rapidly.  She didn't like being told no now
 that she was in charge.  She scowled, and repeated herself with
 her lips tense and in a more threatening tone. 
     "DON'T YOU LIKE ME LIKE THIS, I SAID."
     "No, I..." and with that, she reached down and grabbed his
 ear, giving it a firm pinch and twist, lifting him off the
 ground.  He grabbed her wrist with both hands to relieve the
 pain.  "Ow! Ow!  Please--put..me..down!"  She lowered him back
 to the beach, but kept a firm hold.
     "TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT THAT I'M BIGGER THAN YOU," she
 demanded, with a twist.
     "I like it that you're bigger than me," he parroted.
     "TELL ME THAT YOU WANT TO SEE ME GROW LARGER," she prompted.
     "I want to see you get real big."
     "BEG ME!"
     "Please grow larger.  Please.  Make yourself a giant."
     "O.K.," she bubbled, in a surprising change of demeanor. 
 "BUT ONLY 'CUZ YOU ASKED," she mocked.  With that, she threw him
 down on the sand, and then laid herself down upon his body with
 her crotch aimed directly at his head.
     The three hundred pounds that her body now exerted on him
 squeezed his breath out.  He struggled desperately to inhale. 
 Finally, with no small effort, he managed to move his chest up
 behind the rise of her buttocks where there was less pressure
 and the opportunity to breathe again.  It also afforded him a
 close up view of her crotch as she massaged and manipulated her
 swelling clitoris.  He stared transfixed at her genitalia.  Oh,
 sure, he had forced himself inside her on a number of recent
 occasions, but he had never really taken a close look.  Now his
 view was closer than he ever imagined or desired.  He turned his
 head sideways and stared at her long smooth legs.  They were
 very exciting to see.  So smooth and soft, and yet toned and
 muscular also.  He brushed his cheek along her inner thigh to
 absorb the softness, and inhaled the fragrance of jungle plants
 fresh in the morning still clinging to her skin.  This fragrance
 was in stark contrast to the overpowering stench emanating from
 between Brooke's legs.  He switched his attention forward. 
 Brooke was reaching down between her widely spread legs and
 vigorously massaging her entire labia with her index and middle
 finger.  Both her fingers and her vagina were sopping wet.  He
 watched her fingers, long and tapered as they acquired new
 skills in self-stimulation.  Brooke was just experimenting,
 finding all the spots on her body that were causing her to feel
 this strange way, this powerful, unstoppable way.  Her other
 hand was busy exploring her own neck, ears, and nipples. 
 Instinctively she homed in on the most erogenous spots of her
 body and once they were located, she rubbed and diddled them
 till all the passion had been absorbed from them.  So excited
 was she becoming that she began to kick downward with her legs,
 gyrating and grinding her genitals over anything handy.  In this
 case it was Chris's face. 
     "OHHH!" she screamed, as the orgasm ripped through her body. 
 "OH!  I CAN FEEL IT.  I CAN FEEL MYSELF GROWING."  Not the 
 growth itself but the sensation of increasing strength touched
 her senses.  She could feel her body changing in proportion to
 the helpless boy beneath her.  She could sense her muscles
 increasing in mass and tensing in a new fashion when she moved,
 and she could feel the womanly parts of her developing also. 
 Her breasts, small buds of blossoming adolescence before, were
 growing larger in proportion to herself.  They swelled and
 curved; the nipples stiffened and rose out from the skin.  Her
 hips expanded and engulfed Chris's body.  Her fingers continued
 to vigorously work her crotch in an effort to sustain the orgasm
 as long as possible.  "CAN YOU FEEL ME, LITTLE BOY?  CAN YOU SEE
 ME GROWING?  CAN YOU TELL I'M GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER? 
 OH...OHHHH.  YES!!  I CAN FEEL IT.  I'M SWELLING SO BIG!  CAN
 YOU FEEL ME, CHRIS?"
     Chris was VERY aware of what was going on.  Her mass,
 already crushing, was clearly increasing.  She became heavier
 and heavier on top of him, and her body seemed to be swallowing
 his.  His breaths became shorter and more rapid as his chest was
 squeezed.  He watched as she continually repositioned her legs
 to compensate for their increasing dimensions.  First he was
 even with her knees, but then watched as they slid past his
 head.  By the time she finished her orgasms, his head was
 sandwiched between her two massive thighs.  He could scarcely
 breathe at all when, in a daze of contentment, she slid off of
 him and onto the sand and rolled around on the ground playfully
 for a few minutes.  Chris just lay there trying to catch his
 breath.  When she finally stood up, Chris was completely
 confused.  He couldn't tell if she was standing right on top of
 him or was several feet away.  He pushed himself to his feet and
 surveyed the damage.  She was several feet from him.  She was
 that big.  He barely came up to her belly button.  He estimated
 her to be ten feet tall.
     "COME!" she commanded, and started to head back up the
 beach.
     "Where are we going?" Chris asked sheepishly.
     "BACK TO THE HUT.  IT'S GETTING LATE AND IT'S TIME WE GOT TO
 BED.  YOU WILL, OF COURSE, HAVE BREAKFAST WAITING FOR ME WHEN I
 GET UP, WON'T YOU?"
     "Whatever you wanted, Brooke," came the reply.
     "AND DON'T FORGET TO GET ENOUGH.  MY APPETITE'S INCREASED
 THE LAST DAY OR SO."
     When they arrived back at the hut, Brooke had to enter on
 her knees.  She gathered all the furs into a large cushion, and
 reclined upon them.
     "Hey, give me some of those," Chris demanded.
     "COME AND WRESTLE ME FOR THEM, YOU WANT 'EM SO BADLY,"
 Brooke replied in spite.  Chris sized up the situation, and,
 with a look of resignation on his face, curled up in a sandy
 corner to sleep the night.

     Brooke had the best sleep she had had in several months. 
 She felt comfortable and secure.  This sense of invulnerability
 finally provided her with the peace of mind that had been
 lacking since their lives had started to change.  But when she
 awoke well after sunrise, she discovered that even her new
 dimensions had not stopped Chris from scheming to manipulate
 her.  She had been tied down with vines and sea-weed, secured
 with pegs into the firmer patches of soil around the hut.  About
 ten vines held her to the ground, and she felt that she could
 snap them easily if only she could gain a little leverage.  But
 Chris had done a masterful job of securing her, and for the time
 being, at least, she was indeed incapacitated.
     Chris entered the hut at this point, bringing bananas and
 kiwi to eat.  He sat down near her head and looked at the
 behemoth that he had entrapped.  "I don't know what made you
 think you were going to be able to boss me around.  You may be a
 lot bigger than me right now, but sooner or later I'm going to
 figure out why, and then you'll be real sorry you tried to scare
 me.  Until then, you're going to stay right here.  He took a
 bite of the kiwi and let the juice run down his face.  Brooke
 stared at it while her stomach growled.  Her increased size and
 metabolism had made her extremely hungry.
     "GIVE ME SOME OF THAT FRUIT," she said.
     "I don't think so," Chris replied haughtily.
     "BUT I'M SO HUNGRY!" claimed the giant.
     "Well then, why don't you beg me for a piece."  Chris was
 savoring the return to more familiar ground and a more
 appropriate order to this relationship.
     "PLEASE, THEN.  PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING TO EAT.  OR JUST
 LET ME GO.  I WON'T HURT YOU OR MAKE YOU DO ANYTHING FOR ME.  I
 JUST WANT TO BE LET UP."
     "You must think I'm a real fool.  I've got you now, and
 it'll be a long time before I'll let you go."  He gulped down
 the rest of the kiwis and rose to leave.  But before he could
 exit the hut, Brooke had decided on a possible plan and started
 to put it into action.
     "DO ME, CHRIS," she begged.  "DO YOUR SPECIAL THING.  I
 REALLY LOVE WHEN YOU PUMP ME WITH YOUR DINK. YOU HURT ME SOOO
 MUCH.  FILL ME UP.... PLEASE..."  Her words seemed to have a
 magic effect on the boy.  She could see his dink stiffening
 inside his shorts and a bit of perspiration form on his brow. 
 The young man who minutes before had been so totally savvy and
 manipulative was now being lured by the siren song of the bound
 amazon.  Instinctively, Brooke gave him a sultry look, licked
 her upper lip, and then bit her lower.  Chris yanked his shorts
 aside to reveal his firm erection, which he managed to slip
 between her bound but separated thighs.  Her vagina easily
 accommodated his full erection down to the base, and it was the
 loosest fit he had ever sensed with her.  He supplemented it
 with his right hand clenched firmly around the base of his cock
 to provide a source of stimulating pressure.  That, and the
 privilege of gazing over a well-developed and enlarged female
 body provided him with all the tactile sensations he needed.
     Brooke for her part was very relaxed.  No longer was this
 experience in the slightest bit painful.  She could concentrate
 on her own stimulation and look for signs that her plan was
 working.  As the pressure from Chris's hand passed several times
 over her engorged clitoris, she clenched her pubic muscles and
 shifted to increase his access.  She began to sweat too, and her
 heart began to pound faster and faster.  Nerve endings in her
 crotch began to pulse, and the familiar feelings began to sweep
 over her body again.  It was working.  She closed her eyes and
 smiled as she felt the vines grow tighter over her once again
 expanding body.  She kept quiet, so as not to draw Chris's
 attention to this fact.  When he finally did notice what was
 happening, many of the vines were to the point of breaking.  He,
 though, was only seconds from a tremendous orgasm.  A sickening
 lump formed in his throat as he realized the mistake he had
 made, the trick that had been played on him, what was happening
 as he furiously pumped away.  With each thrust of his cock,
 Brooke was growing larger and larger, and straining the vines
 that held her more and more.  Chris was petrified that they
 would snap and Brooke would be set free.  And still he plowed
 his dick into her.  He was frantic and considered quitting, but
 no power on earth was going to stop him now that he was this
 close to that release.  Everything except his crotch told him to
 get off before it was too late, but still he stayed, hoping the
 lashes would hold for just a few more seconds...  He exploded in
 a rush of cum that sent gush after gush of semen cascading out
 of his penis and onto Brooke's writhing body.  He fell back and
 closed his eyes from exhaustion, but immediately opened them
 again as he heard the first of the vines snap.  Three seconds
after that, two more gave way in rapid succession.  Brooke found
 the leverage that she needed, and having established that, made
 short work of her other binds.  Once freed, she found her
 footing, and rose to her full height, busting through the
 ceiling of the small hut in the process.  After that last bit of
 stimulation, she stood all of fourteen feet, and that little
 worm, Chris, now was barely crotch high to her.  "I SEEM TO HAVE
 GROWN EVEN BIGGER!" Brooke exclaimed in mock delight.  "NOW HOW
 DO YOU SUPPOSE THAT HAPPENED?"  She ripped the rest of the roof
 off of the hut and stared down at Chris frozen in fear.  "YOU
 WILL PAY FOR THIS LITTLE EPISODE, I CAN ASSURE YOU OF THAT," she
 said in a low threatening voice.  "YOU'RE LIFE JUST BECAME A
 LIVING NIGHTMARE.  I WILL EXPECT INSTANT OBEDIENCE FROM YOU IN
 ALL THINGS OR I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO HURT YOU SEVERELY. 
 AND PLEASE REALIZE...I CAN."  Chris passed out.

    Chris's days had indeed gone from being carefree to filled
 morning to night with work.  He rose before dawn to go into the
 jungle to fetch food for breakfast.  No matter how much he
 brought, Brooke would eat it all and demand more.  "I HAVE TO
 EAT.  I AM A GROWING GIRL, AFTER ALL."  The sarcasm in the
 statement never failed to hit him.  She had also set him on the
 task of building a new hut--her size--for them to live in.  At
 least he hoped she meant for him also.  She was kind enough to 
 supply the bamboo and wood for the project, which she ripped
 whole from the ground.  She would also hoist him up to the
 rafters if he needed to do work up there.  In addition to the
 hut, she also demanded that he weave her new clothes.  Her 
old ones were rags which she had busted out of early on.  He
 spent any "spare" time trying to tie palm leaves and vines into
 a rudimentary bikini top and bottom.  Then it was back into the
 jungle to gather food for dinner.
     Brooke, for her part, chose to oversee his work, keeping him
 on task with an occasionally pinch which bruised him severely,
 and spending the afternoons sunning her monstrous frame to a
 golden tan.  The island seemed to be providing her with many new
 delights, delights she finally assumed you just had to be big
 enough to take advantage of.  She would pick fruit from the tops
 of 18 ft trees, or go hunting in the jungle for meat.  Not many
 animals could outrun her, or match her strength as she broke
 their necks.  Whatever she caught, she would eat alone.  The boy 
 simply was not able to bring her enough by himself, despite
 working from sun-up to sun-down.  But he was working, wasn't he. 
 He must be truly intimidated by her, she thought, for him to
 buckle under to her cruel hand like this.  How far could she
 push him, she wondered?  She was determined to find out, and was
 given the perfect opportunity the day he presented her with her
 new bikini.  "I HOPE YOU MADE IT BIG ENOUGH, AND LEFT A LITTLE
 ROOM FOR GROWTH IN IT," she said.  She tied the vines around her
 back, then scooped her mammoth breasts up into the frond net,
 tying the second set of strings behind her neck.  The added
 support gave her cleavage the length of Chris's leg, and he
 marvelled at how amazingly beautiful she was, and how much he'd
 love to poke her again, and damn the consequences.  Brooke
 hoisted the bottom section between her legs, and then tied the
 final vine around her waist.  That done, she paraded up and down
 the beach, showing off and attempting to be as alluring and
 desirable as possible.  Her intent was simply to make the little
 child as hot and bothered as possible.  His attentions were
 inconsequential.  She could do herself much better than he ever
 could.  But what could be expected when her smallest finger was
 twice the size of his penis.  No, her intent was simply further
 humiliation.  He deserved nothing better.  She had been
 resisting the temptation to masturbate for several days now
 planning just for this moment, and now, deliriously hot herself,
 she put her cruel little scenario into action.  "YOU DID A GOOD
 JOB ON THIS, BUT YOU MADE IT TOO BIG FOR ME.  THE TOP IS
 COVERING WAY TOO MUCH OF MY BREASTS.  YOU'LL HAVE TO BE
 PUNISHED."
     "You told me to make it big!" Chris yelled in protest.
     "DON'T TALK BACK TO ME, BUG," she scowled, and smacked him
 with a backhand that sent him flying eight feet.  "ACTUALLY THE
 SOLUTION IS VERY SIMPLE.  WATCH ME."  With that, she pulled
 aside the bottoms to expose her pussy to the light, and as she
 had learned how to effectively do, began to massage it.  Her
 clitoris engorged with blood and swelled instantly, and she
 devoted her attentions to rubbing and squeezing and pinching it
 exclusively.  Again the same sensations of power and growth
 followed.  She was very pleased to watch the bikini tighten and
 shrink around her expanding figure.  Chris, prone on the ground,
 just watched as the horror repeated itself.  He finally got up
 the courage to address her.
     "Please stop, Brooke.  Don't do this anymore.  You're big
 enough.  I can barely gather enough food for you now.  Don't
 grow again."
     "I'M AFRAID YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND," she said in a
 condescending tone.  "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M FEELING.  NO
 IDEA HOW WONDERFUL THIS IS."  Indeed, Brooke was discovering
 that the larger she grew, the more sensitive her erogenous zones
 were becoming, the more violent and intense her orgasms were,
 the more totally consumed with passion she became as her body
 was shaken in spasms of pleasure.  It was an addictive drug,
 whose affects she could magnify simply by growing larger.  The
 cause and the effect were one in the same.  And she really
 couldn't think of a good reason to stop.  Certainly not the
 pleas of a child now no more than knee-high.  As her new bikini
 now firmly caressed her body, she had an evil thought.  "I HOPE
 YOU MADE THESE CLOTHES TO LAST," she said.  "LET'S SEE HOW MUCH
 STRAIN THEY CAN TAKE."  She strode over to a fallen tree,
 straddled it, and using it as a phallus, rubbed against it.  The
 rough bark was painful against her sensitive areas, but in the
 pain she found pleasure, and her growth continued unabated. 
 Inch by inch she grew, each stroke along the trunk adding more
 and more mass to her frame.  Her growth remained proportional to
 her size, so that the larger she became the faster she grew. 
 Chris watched helplessly as she enlarged herself.  Twenty feet,
 then twenty-one, then twenty-two in rapid succession.  All the
 while, Brooke could feel the twine around her chest tightening
 and lifting her breasts higher and higher.  More and more skin
 became exposed as their increasing size began to dwarf the
 material that caressed them.  She was caught up in the glow of
 her amazing womanhood and took immense pleasure when the vines
finally could withstand the strain no long and snapped under the
 pressure of her mountains of flesh.  Her last orgasms too were
 just beginning to subside and she managed to climb to her feet. 
 Her bottoms were still holding, if not the worse for wear after
 being mashed so viciously against a tree trunk.  These she'd
 destroy tomorrow, she thought.  She removed what was left of her
 top and threw it at Chris.  "HERE.  THIS DIDN'T HOLD.  START ON
 A NEW ONE TOMORROW."  She giggled to herself about her cruelty. 
 He deserved it, after all.  She looked around.  My, how her
 perspective had changed.  Everything looked significantly
 smaller.  Twenty-eight feet of solid woman will do that, she
 figured.  She lay down and slept under the stars that evening.

     Brooke's life went on this way for the next few weeks. 
 Every evening before she fell asleep, she would masturbate
 herself to orgasm, and enjoy the sensation of growth which
 accompanied it.  She would make her own clothing as needed-
 Chris was simply to slow to keep up with her constantly changing
 proportions--and then spend the next evening busting the hell
 out of them as she spurted up.  She loved to watch her breasts
 spill over any object she tried to bind them with.  She loved 
 that last instant when the ropes or vines around her waist could
 no longer stand up to the stress of her expanding hips and would
 snap as the bottoms floated ripped and ruined to the ground,
 revealing her enormous pubic bush.  At times like these she
 sought Chris out to be her audience.  She loved showing off in
 front of him.  She wondered what emotions he experienced while
 he watched her?  Some possibilities occurred to her:  Terror as
 he realized his increasing helplessness, the inevitability of
 her continued dominance and his inability to ever stop her,
 along with the uncertainty of when, if ever, this horror would
 finally end.  Or was it jealousy that this wonder was happening
 to her and not him.  That she was reaping the benefits of power,
 and sorrow that his predicament seemed to worsen daily.  Either
 of these was fine with her, just as long as he was silently
 suffering.  Other than at these times, she virtually ignored
 Chris throughout the day--he was simply to small to be of any
 consequence to her.  She did make sure that he spent the day
 gathering food for her--he was forced to go deeper into the
 jungle each time; she had eaten everything and stripped every
 tree bare of fruit within a mile of their camp.  He couldn't
 possibly gather enough to feed her now.  She supplemented that
 herself.  Instead, she kind of looked upon the food as an
 offering, a sacrifice to her glory.  She even had found a flat
 stone (boulder) which she had placed near the ruined hut for
 Chris to place the day's harvest upon to wait for her approach. 
 On days where she judged the offering was insufficient or if he
 forgot, or was just being rebellious and refusing to provide for
 her, she would seek him out and punish him.  More often than not
 this would take the form of using him as a sex toy.  His
 thrashings and gyrations did wonders for her pleasures, although
 she was discovering that even now she was becoming too large for
 this play to bring her much joy.  Every day saw her becoming
 larger and always at an ever increasing rate.  A good fuck
 session could easily add three feet to her height.  Even on
 those evenings when she would fall asleep from exhaustion before
 she had a chance to stroke herself, she would awake finding
 herself all the more aroused and she would masturbate with
 increased vigor, as roughly and viscously as she could do it,
 and her dimensions would increase even more.  Everything on the
 island was becoming puny relative to her.  At fifty feet and
 more, she matched up well with even the tallest trees.  The
 little worm was no taller than her ankles.  His body was making
 an ever more insufficient phallus.  She was even beginning to
 run out of ways to humiliate the lad.  Truth be told, though, he
 seemed to become more obedient and more subservient each day. 
 is fighting spirit dissipated in the wake of the ever increasing
 odds against him and he fell into a resignation of his fate.

     Brooke began to sense a real problem within the next month. 
 Her growth had continued unabated.  Every evening saw a
 wonderful and continually more intense session of masturbation. 
 Each night it took longer and longer, and she suffered
 continually more violent and unmeasurably pleasurable orgasms
 which incapacitated her for hours.  And each time she'd shoot
 skyward another three to five feet.  The largest trees on the
 island were now serving as her toys.  She'd splinter a thirty
 foot palm with one hand and jam it up her vagina, twisting and
 plunging it in as far as it would go. Her screams of passion
 could be heard for miles, were there an ear to here besides
 Chris's.  And now she noticed that this island--this large
 intimidating island--the one she could now walk around in five
 minutes, was beginning to die.  It simply could not support a
 creature as dramatically large as she was becoming.  The trees
 had been stripped barren of fruit in an effort to supply her
 increasing hunger.  Chris had moved very far inland in search of
 food.  He found that he could hide from her fairly easily now-
 he was small and easily overlooked.  And so he spent his days in
 hiding and nights scavaging for any food that Brooke may have
 overlooked.  She herself was having problems finding sufficient
 nourishment.  She knew something soon would have to change,
 something drastic needed to be done.
     She came upon the little boy laying on the beach one day. 
 He had become foolishly bold, having eluded her for so many
 days, and was enjoying a mango that he'd found.  Brooke moved up
 on him remarkably quietly, and by the time he saw her, it was
 too late and futile to run.  She gazed down at him.  Could it
 possibly be?  She could scarcely believe how small he was--no
 larger than any of her toes.  "GIVE ME THAT FRUIT," she
 demanded.
     "No!" he screamed.  "This is nothing to you, but it's a meal
 to me.  You've really messed things up!  All this trouble's
 because of you.  I'd sooner die than give anything else to you." 
 He continued to rant and rave wildly at her.  Brooke picked up
 the little boy screaming at her between her thumb and index
 finger and placed him on her left breast.  He started to slide
 down, but got a firm grasp and foot hold on her nipple.  He
 straddled it with his legs, and grabbed hold with his arms,
 clinging for dear life.   Brooke revelled in the tingly feeling
 this sent through her bosom.  Not nearly as intense as when she
 was just starting to grow and he was still large enough to
 really excite her, but still not bad.  She looked down at the
 little insect clamped onto her nipple and marvelled at the fact
 that just weeks ago she was scared and in awe of his strength. 
 "I'm the strong one now," she thought.  She remembered how big 
 and intimidating he had appeared.  "you're nothing compared to
 me, are you," she mused.  He was no bigger than her thumbnail. 
 She looked around at the island.  She could see from end to end,
 and it wasn't that large.  The tallest and oldest trees were no
 more than knee high.  "I am a queen on this island," Brooke
 realized.  "No, not a queen--a goddess.  Everything on this
 island bows to me, and continues to exist only at my whim."
     She again turned her attention to the little mass struggling
 to keep from sliding off her nipple.  She looked down into his
 face and saw the expression of heart-stopping panic emblazoned
 there.  "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW.  IF YOU HAD JUST OBEYED
 ME AND DONE EVERYTHING I COMMANDED, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO GROW
 SO LARGE.  I DID THIS ONLY TO INSURE YOUR OBEDIENCE."
     It was becoming difficult for her to hear his words; he was
 just too tiny.  Chris, for his part, had other concerns
 occupying his attention, but he still managed to blurt out, at
 the top of his lungs, "I'll never obey you!  I hate you!  Go the
 hell!"
     "THAT IS FINALLY ALL I'M GOING TO TAKE.  I'VE TRIED TO SHOW
 YOU MY STRENGTH, BUT YOU JUST DON'T SEEM TO REALIZE THAT I'M IN
 CHARGE NOW.  I'M AFRAID THIS REQUIRES THE ULTIMATE DISPLAY OF MY
 POWER."  And with that she plucked the tiny human off her breast
 and held him suspended between her fingers.
     Chris suddenly realized that he had made the supreme
 mistake, and as the terror of that realization sunk in, he began
 pleading and screaming.  "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I didn't mean
 it!  I'll do whatever you say!"  But Brooke heard nothing.  She
 was to big, too far away for the little voice to reach. 
 Instead, she looked in disgust at the pathetic little bug
 struggling futilely between her fingers, hesitated for just a
 second, and then squeezed.
     Chris's body was crushed instantly.  The warm juices of his
 pulverized torso flowed over Brooke's index finger.  She stared
 at the red mess for a moment, and then with a smirk on her face,
 brought her lubricated finger down to her enormous clitoris and
 massaged the juices in to it.  How appropriate, she thought as
 the stimulations stretched her body another eight feet.  For her
 it was a barely noticeable increase, as if she had grown less
 than an inch, but she sensed and she knew that the slightest
 sensations of passion were now causing her to grow at ever
 increasing rates.  But now there was no one to impress, no one
 to marvel at her in her supremacy.  What good, she thought, is
 it to wield unearthly power without minions to subjugate?  And
 then she thought of home.  Not the island home that had been her
 prison for the past ten years, but the home of her earliest
 childhood; a time when she was small and frail and was doted on
 by other people.  Many people.  More people than she ever
 thought she could possibly know.  They had all appeared so big
 to her back then.  She suspected that they might appear quite
 different now.  And surely they would not be nearly as stubborn
 as Chris had been when it came to catering to her every whim. 
 Even if they were, it was an easily solvable problem.  A simple
 display of her awesome power should send them scampering.  And
 if some chose to disobey, she could crush scores and still have
 plenty of little slaves to do her bidding.  What was stopping
 her?  Three days ago it was the crashing waves past the reef,
 but what now?  Those waves were now just gentle caresses over
 the tops of her feet.  She stepped out into the surf.  She
 strolled out six miles, and the water came to her knee.  She
 waded out twenty miles from the Island.  The water rose only to
 her waste.  She knew  of the direction the boat had come from
 before it crashed.  She had a strong inclination which way was
 home.  She hoped everyone would be surprised to see her.  She
 started swimming....


                         The End