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Tara had always been the target of the school’s cruelty. At barely 5’2”, with her pale skin, jet-black hair cascading down her back, and an impossibly full, heavy pair of DD breasts that strained against every top she wore, she was impossible to ignore. The jocks and cheerleaders called her “Witch Tits” or “Goth Goblin,” whispering that her dark eyeliner and pentagram choker meant she was casting spells in the girls’ bathroom. But none of them knew how right they were.

For months, Tara had pored over her grandmother’s old grimoire, perfecting one spell above all: Amplificatio Corporis. A ritual of raw, forbidden power that would let her grow—truly grow—into something unstoppable. And this year’s Halloween party at the old frat house was the perfect stage. Jake would be there. Jake, the 6’4” star quarterback with the chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and that cocky grin that made her thighs clench every time he passed her in the hall. She’d fantasized about him for years. Tonight, she would make him hers.

She arrived at the party in full witch regalia: a tight crimson-and-black corset that pushed her massive tits up into two creamy, jiggling pillows of cleavage, a short ruffled skirt, thigh-high fishnet stockings that dug deliciously into her soft flesh, and shiny black platform boots. Her tongue piercing glinted as she smiled at the stares. The house was packed—orange lights, fake cobwebs, thumping bass, and costumed idiots already half-drunk.

Tara slipped into a dimly lit corner, whispered the incantation, and felt the magic ignite in her veins like liquid fire. Heat bloomed in her core, spreading outward. Her body shuddered as the first wave hit.

“Oh… fuck…” she moaned under her breath.

She shot upward fast. Five-foot-two became six feet in seconds, her curves swelling proportionally—her breasts ballooning heavier, rounder, straining the corset until the laces creaked. Seven feet. Eight. Her thick thighs thickened further, the fishnets stretching taut over expanding muscle and plush softness. Ten feet. Twelve. The ceiling rushed closer as she hit fifteen feet tall, her head brushing the rafters, black hair tumbling like a dark waterfall around her shoulders. Her ass and hips had widened into powerful, womanly proportions that made the wooden floor groan beneath her massive boots.

The party erupted in screams.

People scattered as Tara rose like a living goddess, her enormous tits now each the size of beach balls, heaving with every breath inside the barely-contained corset. Her long legs, wrapped in those stretched fishnets, dominated the room. She grinned, sticking her tongue out playfully—longer now, pierced and wicked—as she raised her arms, palms open, and let out a theatrical witch’s cackle that shook the walls.

“Trick or treat, bitches!” she boomed, her voice deeper, sexier, dripping with power.

Most of the partygoers fled in panic, tripping over furniture. A few stayed frozen, staring up at the giant goth beauty in awe and terror. But Tara’s eyes locked on one person who hadn’t run.

Jake.

He stood in the middle of the room, staring up at her with wide eyes, his muscular body rigid in his tight grey t-shirt and jeans. His cock was already visibly hardening in his pants as he drank in the sight of her: those colossal thighs, the glistening black boots big enough to crush a couch, and especially those massive, jiggling breasts swaying high above him.

Tara licked her lips slowly. “Hey, Jake,” she purred, her voice a sultry rumble that vibrated through his chest. She took one massive step forward, her boot landing with a thud that rattled glasses off tables. Crouching down, she brought her face closer—still towering over him even on her knees. “You’ve ignored little old me for years. Teased me with your friends. But look at me now…”

She reached down with one huge hand, fingers easily wrapping around his waist, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. Jake gasped as she brought him up to her chest level, his face inches from the deep, warm valley of her cleavage. The scent of her skin—vanilla, smoke, and raw feminine power—flooded his senses.

“You… you’re fucking huge,” he breathed, hands instinctively reaching out to touch the soft, pillowy sides of her breasts. They overflowed his palms completely, warm and impossibly heavy.

“Mmm, you like that?” Tara cooed. She pressed him gently against her left tit, smothering his face and chest in warm, yielding flesh. Jake groaned, his hands sinking in as he kissed and licked the exposed skin above her corset, grinding his rock-hard cock against the underside of her massive breast. Tara moaned, the sound echoing through the now-empty house. She could feel herself getting soaked, her giant pussy aching beneath the ruffled skirt.

With her free hand, she tugged at the hem, hiking it up just enough to reveal the soaked crotch of her black lace panties stretched tight over her enormous mound. She set Jake down carefully between her spread thighs—his head barely reaching the top of her knees even while she was kneeling. The heat radiating from her was intense.

“Everyone else ran away scared,” she whispered, her voice husky. “But you’re not scared, are you, big boy? Get on your knees and worship your giant witch.”

Jake didn’t hesitate. He dropped down, hands gripping her fishnet-covered thighs as best he could—the thick, soft flesh filling his arms. He buried his face against the damp lace, licking and sucking eagerly through the fabric, tasting her arousal. Tara shivered in pleasure, one massive hand gently cradling the back of his head, guiding him as she ground slowly against his mouth. Her fishnets strained and tore slightly at the seams from the pressure.

“Fuuuuck yes… just like that,” she growled. She peeled her panties aside with two fingers, revealing her glistening, puffy pussy lips—each one bigger than his hand. Jake dove in, tongue working her swollen clit while his fingers explored her slick folds. Tara’s hips rocked gently, careful not to crush him, her massive tits bouncing heavily above as she pinched her own nipples through the corset.

The pleasure built fast. Tara’s breath came in deep, rumbling moans. “Jake… I’m gonna come…” She pressed his face tighter against her, thighs trembling around him like warm pillars. Her orgasm crashed over her in powerful waves, her giant pussy gushing wetly against his tongue and chin as she cried out, the sound shaking the rafters.

Panting, she lifted him again, bringing him up to her face. She kissed him deeply—her full lips easily covering most of his face—tasting herself on him. Then she lowered him slowly down her body once more, this time pressing his straining erection against the slick heat of her entrance.

“Be a good toy,” she murmured, “and fuck me.”

Jake thrust forward eagerly, sinking his cock into her enormous, velvet-soft pussy. Even though she was scaled up massively, the fit was tight and perfect for him—her walls hot, slick, and rippling around his shaft. Tara moaned loudly, using one hand to guide his hips as she rocked against him, her other hand squeezing her own breast. The size difference made every motion overwhelming: Jake felt like he was fucking a living goddess, surrounded by warm, yielding flesh and the intoxicating scent of her.

She came again quickly, her inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically until he couldn’t hold back. Jake groaned into her cleavage as he pumped deep inside her, filling her with rope after rope of cum.

Afterward, Tara slowly lowered herself to sit on the floor—careful not to crush anything—still holding Jake against her chest like a treasured toy. She stroked his back with one finger, smiling down at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Next time,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head with her full lips, “I’ll let you explore every inch of me. But for now… you’re mine, jock boy. Your little witch finally got what she wanted.”

Brad and Jen’s sex life had always been adventurous, but nothing prepared them for the raw, primal hunger that overtook them once they activated the Chronos Scale. The sleek black device sat on the kitchen counter like a promise of depravity. They had agreed on the rules: Jen would grow to a towering 8 feet, and Brad would shrink to a helpless 2 feet tall. No safe words tonight—just pure, overwhelming size difference and uncontrollable lust.

Jen stood in the center of their sunlit kitchen wearing nothing but the tiny gray cropped hoodie and matching micro-shorts that barely contained her ass. Her nipples were already stiff against the fabric. Brad’s hands trembled with excitement as he pointed the device at her.

“Do it,” she growled.

The Chronos hummed. Jen’s body exploded upward in a rush of power. Bones lengthened, muscles swelled, and her already athletic frame became a towering, Amazonian goddess. In seconds she stood eight feet tall, her head nearly brushing the range hood. The cropped hoodie stretched obscenely across her heavy breasts, and her shorts dug deep into the cleft of her massive, round ass. Her long, powerful legs looked thick enough to crush a man between them.

She looked down at Brad with dark, predatory eyes and licked her lips. “Shrink. Now.”

Brad aimed the device at himself. The world lurched violently upward. Cabinets, counters, and especially Jen became colossal. In moments he was only two feet tall, staring up at a living skyscraper of feminine flesh. Jen’s bare foot alone was longer than his entire body. The heat radiating from her skin washed over him like a furnace.

Without warning, Jen’s enormous hand descended. Her fingers wrapped around his tiny torso, lifting him effortlessly into the air. She brought him right up to her face, her hot breath blasting across his naked body.

“Look at you… so fucking small,” she purred, voice low and dangerous. “I could swallow you whole.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. Jen yanked her shorts down with her free hand, letting them drop to the floor. Her smooth, dripping pussy was now the size of a cave entrance to Brad. She spread her thick thighs and pressed him face-first against her swollen, slick folds.

“Lick,” she ordered.

Brad obeyed instantly, burying his face and arms between her massive labia. The taste of her arousal was overwhelming—thick, musky, and intoxicating. Jen moaned deeply, the sound vibrating through her entire giant body. She ground her hips forward, smothering him in hot, wet flesh, using his head and shoulders like a living sex toy. Her juices coated his chest, his stomach, his throbbing cock.

Jen’s free hand reached down and spread herself wider. “Deeper, toy. I want to feel you inside me.”

She pushed him harder, forcing his head and torso between her folds until he was half-buried in her scorching, pulsing cunt. The heat was unbearable. Her inner walls clenched greedily around him, sucking him deeper with every throb. Brad kicked his legs helplessly outside her body while he licked and thrust desperately against her G-spot.

Jen’s breathing turned into savage growls. She lifted one massive leg and planted her enormous bare foot on the kitchen counter for balance, the sole hovering dangerously close to Brad’s dangling legs. The sight of her powerful thigh flexing beside him only made him more frantic.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” she snarled, fingers pressing him even deeper. Her hips began to rock, fucking herself on his tiny body with increasing force. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the kitchen as she used him ruthlessly.

Brad’s cock was trapped against her slick entrance, grinding helplessly as her giant pussy devoured him. The pressure built fast and brutal. Jen’s moans grew louder, more animalistic. Her free hand flew to her clit, rubbing in furious circles while she slammed her hips forward.

When her orgasm hit, it was violent. Her massive thighs quivered, her inner walls clamped down like a velvet vice, and a powerful gush of hot cum flooded over Brad’s entire body. She screamed in ecstasy, the sound shaking the cabinets as she rode the climax, grinding his tiny form mercilessly against her spasming cunt.

Jen didn’t give him time to recover. Still trembling, she pulled him out—dripping and gasping—and dropped him onto the kitchen island. She climbed up after him, her enormous body looming like a mountain of flesh. The island creaked under her weight.

“On your back, little slut,” she commanded.

Brad lay down immediately. Jen straddled him, her dripping pussy hovering directly above his tiny, rock-hard cock. She lowered herself slowly, engulfing his entire lower body in one smooth motion. The sensation was insane—scorching heat, crushing pressure, and slick velvet swallowing him up to his chest.

Jen began to ride him with savage intensity, her massive ass slamming down again and again. Each thrust drove Brad deeper into the countertop, her weight threatening to crush him with every drop. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly inside the cropped hoodie as she fucked him like a cheap toy.

“Take it,” she growled, eyes wild with lust. “Take every fucking inch of your giantess.”

Brad could barely breathe, smothered in her heat and weight, but the pleasure was mind-melting. He came first—screaming as his tiny cock erupted inside her—but Jen didn’t stop. She kept pounding him through his orgasm, chasing her own second climax with brutal, relentless strokes.

When she came again, it was even more explosive. Her pussy clenched so tightly around his body that Brad saw stars. A flood of her cum poured out around him, soaking the countertop as she roared in release, thighs shaking violently.

Finally, Jen collapsed forward, catching herself on her forearms so she wouldn’t crush her tiny husband. Her massive, sweat-slicked body heaved above him, her dripping pussy still twitching around his spent form.

She reached down and gently lifted his cum-drenched body to her lips, kissing him with surprising tenderness.

“Best fucking decision we ever made,” she whispered, voice husky and satisfied.

Brad could only nod weakly, already aching for the next round—whether she grew even bigger or made him even smaller.

"Mmnf~... sweetie~? Do these seem BIGGER to you~?"

She was kneeling.

She was KNEELING and her breasts were on level with your stomach.

Breasts that were now larger than your head.

Breasts that were leaking out milk into a tank top that was far too small for her massive milk cannons.

Breasts that, should you believe your eyes, were still growing BIGGER.

"Aww, how cute~! You're speechless~!" She cooed, putting her arms behind her back to push her tits out further. "Did I really GROW that much in one day that you can't even PRAISE your GROWING girlfriend~?"

The straps of her tank top creaked. Or was that her jeans? You couldn't tell. Her tits were nearly neck-height now. She was growing.

"Ehehehe~, you're starting to look scared, sweetie~. Why are you so worried~?"

She reached out. Her arms wrapped around your back. She pulled you in. Your head SUNK into her chest. Her tank top snapped. You were ENGULFED in her tits.

"I'm just GROWING BIGGER, sweetie~! No need to be scared~! Even IF it were ACCELERATING faster and faster the more you SANK into the softness of my massive tits, I'd NEVER willingly crush you to death with these skull-crushing milkers of mine~!"

That willingly was doing a lot of work. You could HEAR them sloshing. You couldn't reach the ground anymore. She was burying you in them. Not your skull. Not your torso. YOU. All of you. All of you was being trapped in her cleavage as she GREW.

"Mmnf~! This room is too small~! I need to just..."

Her head tore through the ceiling as she rose to her full height. She stood amongst the wreckage of your home, and giggled.

"There we go~! Now I got all the room IN THE WORLD to grow bigger~!"

She stepped out of the ruins, and began swaying her expansive hips down the street, happily crushing anything that fell beneath her expansive stride.

"Don't you worry, sweetie~! MOMMY is just going to grow big enough to use the downtown area as a toy~! Nothing TOO crazy yet~!"

The sloshing and churning of her tits were CATACLYSMIC. Her giggles were APOCALYPTIC. You were going to bear witness to humanity's downfall, and it was all because of one big, milky girl.

"Now, which skyscraper should I use first~? Or should I just wait to crush them ALL at once~? Decisions, decisions..."

That decision would soon be made irrelevant. As would the rest of this city. And the one next to it. And the state. The country. The planet. ALL of it. But for now? She giggled.

"Get ready, sweetie~! MOMMY's going to be the best world-ending kaiju this planet's ever seen~!"

As her ass descended upon the cityscape, and her tits closed in further on your miniscule form, you had one final thought to yourself before your girlfriend began her Earth-ending sexual rampage:

<At least she isn't killing me on purpose...>

She stared at her reflection as she watched her tits grow, rocketing up from cup size to cup size as she pressed her achingly stiff, hot nipples against the cool shower glass. "Bigger... bigger... BIGGER~!!" Cloe squealed out as an orgasm left her quivering as her body immediately surged upwards, leaving her a mewling giantess taller and wider than her shower. Her fat, beaded nipples started to leak milk as Cloe felt her senses return to her.