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Cathy's Second Act (Chapter 2)
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 14:00:08 +0000 UTCThe switch was thrown and a static jolt ran through Cathy’s body. She shuddered briefly, not so much in pain, but rather hope and libidinous will. This had to work. Since the procedure had been described to her as requiring several weeks to fully enlarge her, Cathy was expecting to be helped into a bed and observed by her shady physicians, especially because she felt only a provocative tingle at first: the only indication that the experiment had any effect. And then everything happened at once
Though the “results” of Cathy’s mad gambit transpired in a matter of seconds, her perception of time slowed to a crawl, as if in a trance. Every body part was bulging and extending every which way, slightly out of sequence with one another; first her tits, creamy-soft and age-freckled, inflated like beach balls, momentarily tipping her forward via their weighty ballast, but then the growth of her rotund ass into boulder-like cheeks balanced her out. The rest of her soon followed suit. Cathy was vaguely aware of the operating table buckling and quashing beneath her expanding figure like a tin-foil house, though far more arresting was the activity taking place in her garments.
With her post-divorce body-positive personal rebrand had also come skin-tight cleavage-bearing buttock-pouting outfits normally intended for women half Cathy’s age, but which she was able to pull off given her peerless courage and belief in her sexual magnetism. As a result, the fabrics already flush to her ample curves started tearing instantly. Seams split and buttons fired off her blouse like bullets, and her skirt shredded to ribbons around her swelling thighs, then simply scattered on the ground. Her high heels cracked into chipped leather shards while her feet thumped to the floor. The last vestiges of her ensemble were a bra and panties, but soon these too couldn’t contain the giantess’s rapid development, especially given the newfound girth of her blossoming chest and massive rump.
All of this, Cathy witnessed as though having an out-of-body experience, able to see her body growing well-past the seven-and-a-half foot mark, to hear the dwarfed lab techs screeching and fleeing from her like rodents, and to experience the rush of hypersensitive euphoria lighting up her nerve endings and making her trembling pussy ooze nectar through the final threads of her underwear that hadn’t yet snapped. Any panic she might’ve felt at the unknown was entirely usurped by such needful passion that she could barely catch her breath. She groaned and tremored, which only contributed to the seismic effect of her gloriously supple body filling up the testing chamber.
Though the room had appeared cavernous on entry, it now felt like Cathy was stuffed inside a metal coffin, but there wasn’t even time for her to get claustrophobic about the enclosing walls. Once her frame pressed into the surfaces, they folded outward and demolished more easily than her clothes. The screams of workers too slow to escape her swift uprising were lost to the ash cloud and rolling disaster zone of her plump midlife-ripened naked bulk surging in all directions. Suddenly the building was gone, reduced to rubble like a fallen house of cards beneath the black-haired giantess’s prone form; sunlight spilled across her face and every thick contour, and hundreds of now-tiny onlookers who’d heard the commotion were frozen in terror all around the dazed but still-horny fifty-something colossus lady.
When time finally resumed normal flow in her perception, Cathy at first gazed in wonder around the urban doll-sized sprawl, then the crowd of strangers no taller than her fingers, but quickly looked back down to her own two-hundred-foot-tall landscape of a naked body, hilly and immense with a leathery tan, kissed by middle-age speckles and wisps of stretch marks. The smoking debris of the paltry building had become like a reclining throne for her bold-and-beautiful figure, but Cathy was eager to stand at her proper stature. Using a neighboring half-destroyed building for support, the woman gradually arched up to her true potential, her shadow swallowing up the street below and the many gob-smacked witnesses. And as much as she enjoyed looking down on them all and the town, not even caring that they could see every square inch of her roomy physique, Cathy didn’t want to waste a moment. There was no time to feel surprised, or overwhelmed, or mentally work through the way she’d just transcended science and become like an earth-walking goddess.
Ron was all that mattered.
Already knowing exactly where to find him, as she’d dreamt of and planned for this moment for weeks now, though not at all like the perfection of how reality turned out, she lumbered with concrete-cracking thuds down the road and overhead of the frightened populace. It was greatly satisfying to cross whole city blocks in two short strides, and this meant she’d reach the object of her desire all the quicker.
Cathy was of course aware of the effect her presence must’ve had on all the nobodies below: improperly parked cars were crunched like soda cans under her heels, street lights were toppled when her thick legs swung out too far, and globs of glistening honey occasionally plunked from her arousal-swollen vulva then splashed into the road below among the chaotic throngs. She was probably even causing many people to faint at the mere sight of a chubby-featured amazon of a woman so egregiously outsizing them all and quaking them to their very bones with her tenderest footfall. But none of this mattered to Cathy in the slightest, at least not for now. Like an animal in heat, she couldn’t stop the prowl until she’d pounced on her delicious target.
Seated on the balcony of his apartment, Ron was lost in thought, and staring at the neglected cell phone in his lap. Having not seen the larger-than-life secretary for almost three weeks now, and not received any of her provocative texts, the young man had grown worried for Cathy, and also begun to direly miss her simultaneously motherly and softly domineering treatment of him, though of course he’d die of a blushing overdose before ever admitting that fact openly to her. Just when he was summoning the courage to type her a greeting message himself, however, he was interrupted by a curiously-potent quaver like an after-shock rumbling all the way up to the eighteenth story of the building where he lived. This was followed immediately by a puff of moist humidity billowing down on him like gentle wind, and the heady scent of floral perfume and strawberries.
When Ron looked up, the phone fell from his hands and his knees would’ve buckled if he wasn’t already seated. Filling up his view, smiling down upon him like a seductive maternal sun-deity, was none other than the billboard-sized face of Cathy, biting the corner of her gargantuan pillowy lip and nearly-hyperventilating with profound sexual hunger. Overcome with adoration and devotion more quickly even than his mind could fully grasp what he was seeing, the young man stood and perched at the railing, gazing upon the absolute apex of his every deepest want.
When Cathy reached down, then, cupping her silky fingertips around Ron’s sides and collecting him easily as a feather, the little man didn’t so much as wince in fear, only shivering now with so much sexual catharsis that he’d gone lightheaded. The giantess drew him up toward her face, smiling all the wider at this little dishwater-blond emerald-eyed gem of a man, so pure and unspoiled on the outside, yet so deliciously depraved on the inside.
“Well, hello there, handsome,” she purred, winking at him, as she cradled Ron against the quickly-clamming mattress of her palm. “Be honest, now. How do you like my new look?”
“I… I…” he stammered, going beet-red and saying more with his libido-drunken expression than words ever could.
“Hush,” she murmured, gingerly stroking a fingertip over his face. “That was a trick question. I have a pretty good idea already. You see, you’ll have to forgive me, Ron, for just the smallest indiscretion I may have committed…”
“W-What?”
“I… might have snuck a quick peek at some of your creative works on your work computer. Maybe you’ve been able to guess this already, but I very much liked what I saw. And I have to assume the feeling is mutual right now.”
