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Secret Nightclub

Anya’s fingers moved, eliciting a deep thrum emanate from the stage speakers. It was a low, raunchy resonance, laying down the foundation for what was to come. The rest of the band soon added their instruments, and a slow slick funk coated filled the air.

Now, even the louder members of the audience were lulled to stupor. A hush fell over them as Anya’s low, husky voice began to croon the first lines of ‘Black Velvet’ as she sashayed gently towards the centre stage. A dusk of blue light, thick with the fog of dry ice, dappled her path and reflecting off the black leather outfit. The bait was set.

The remaining crew members, beginning to close the security doors behind them, radioed their last communication. "Expansion parameters optimised against pleasure ratios. Let's rock and grow, people!"

As she moved, the sultriness of her voice carried through into the movements on her bass guitar. Her fingers slid up the fretboard, and the rhythm pulsed anew, building upon itself. The audience was entranced now, fully hers for the taking.

The frequency enticed and overcame, and the crowd before her swayed only lightly from some preternatural instinct. Like the roar of a tiger, it left no room for rational thought. Anya gently pressed down on a pedal, and the speakers at the back of the club came to life, slowly swelling the chamber with sound.

As it washed over them, at the back of minds, a tingling was felt. The bassline was so heavy, so overwhelming... Sweat began to gather at foreheads, and breathing became ragged, in time to quickening heartbeats.

Anya’s- no, the voice, impelled and impassioned. The rhythm intensified, and glasses tinkled as they fell to the floor from slack fingers. A chord within the listeners had been struck, and they were still for a moment as the sound from the speakers reached out with an inexorable psychosomatic grip. Then they, or rather, their bodies, began to respond to commands layered within those frequencies.

A group of men at the front of the crowd shuddered. They had already dropped their beers, having become intoxicated by a far more potent arousal coursing through them. Now, it gripped them harder still, making their muscles, and more beside, taut with pent up passion that only continued to build.

With the next verse, a bachelorette party close behind were hit with a euphoric heat that rose from within. Hands met shirts and entered skirts as their nipples suddenly pointed tense and their loins moistened. A chorus of sighs of varying cadences escaped them, rising in a crescendo of volume and ecstasy.

Anya observed their reactions, and nodded to Ivan, the drummer. He slowed his fills and closed the snare, while increasing the hits on the bass drum. There was hardly any need. By this point the band were infused with their own sound as it was, and all that was left was to carry their eager fans further.

This was pink noise.

The soundwaves rose, and all through the room garments began to tighten. Staccatoed groans came as one by one, crotches bulged trying to contain erections that pressed hot and hard outwards, further than they ever had before, insatiable. A string of legato moans accompanied it, as labia coursed, trickling desire. The room too seemed to shrink ever so slightly as bodies too began to push outwards... muscles pumped, as if just after a workout; legs carried people higher, as if they stood on tiptoes; hips and booties that had shook and gyrated so much during the opening act would quake by comparison; and a press of evermore pliant titflesh...

In the middle of the floor, a tall, silver fox, surrounded on all sides, blinked and gulped for a moment as he felt a twinge as his cock hit the ten-inch mark. A little ahead of the majority of others, an almost cognisant thought approached his mind, before his manhood met the cold steel of his zipper as he burst through his boxers. Muscles had begun to lightly ripple through his arms, and his fists clenched once before he was enveloped back into the fold.

On the right, the thick, black-rimmed glasses of a tipsy college student, over on a break from the prestigious university she attended, tipped askew. She had carefully studied the terms before entering, but no amount of schooling in the field of law prepared her for the elation she felt as her wool sweater dragged over her rising nipples. She had started out the night as a generous C-cup, a bounty she had nurtured over the years with more than a few pints of beer each week. Her long, blonde hair, curled into ringlets for the evening, fell to the sides of her chest. Her bra tightened as her shirt rose, filling more with every note. She wobbled on her high heels momentarily, before some sixth sense discovered her new centre of gravity, adjusting her to the pair of Fs riding high on her chest.

Buttons pinged beside her from the more jerky growth another woman experienced. The psychologist’s deep eyes, normally filled with understanding, were glazed beneath a film of lust. Her lips moved in echo of the lyrics, growing fuller with each syllable. She sounded sibilances with a tongue that had grown just a little longer and more agile behind her now bee-stung lips. The cupid’s bow pinched a little in tandem with her deepening cleavage, and her tongue, like her eyes, rolled back, the former encountering a severely diminished gag reflex. Her hands found purchase on her breasts, which had bloomed from a flat canvas into a swirl of contour. In time with Anya, she moved along a scale, punctuating harmonics by worrying each nipple. Her body began to sag from the indescribable pleasure was indescribable, but the top heaviness of her new D cups above her waist was soon righted by a boom of growth from below. She would later spend much time analysing why she had kept the tattered pencil skirt as she scribbled notes in the book she hoped to publish. That cloth was approaching that destiny, even now stretching, and there was no hope on Earth that she would be able to pull the skirt down over her increasingly massive booty. Her ass pushed out, firming and delectable, inch after inch of smooth ebony skin with a hint of muscle beneath a gentle layer of body fat. The white linen shirt had long exploded, and the pushup bra would surely be next. Somewhere in her mind she looked forward to that, and would have smiled if she weren’t too busy groaning as she came.

Anya’s bandmates, fed by the cornucopia of growth before them, sought to play ever more powerfully, embellishing each new crescendo. Janks, the lead guitarist, bobbed her head, luxuriant in her new body. She had finally had her last operation, and felt more a woman than ever. She had only wished that she too could be subjected to the changes but, for this to work, all of The Muses needed to be playing, and the psychosomatic frequencies wouldn't be able to manifest in them. Even so, they all felt the backlash of ecstasy from the crowd sledgehammering into them. As she pushed down hard on the tremolo, she saw Ivan crash down on the cymbals, and upon releasing it back up a sound pervaded even through the dense atmosphere, joining and combining with it. Turning her head she saw the pants of several men in the front row split clean open and foot long cocks began to jut forward. The sight made her lick her lips a little, and she gave them a special treat. A series of quick hammer-ons and pull-offs saw veins bulge, and their hulking members, gained significant girth to match the new impressive length.

Among the players, only Janks could ever really maintain much composure. Anya was beside herself, and occasionally stopped to play one handed as she fondled herself. "How can she still sing doing that?" Janks muttered, not for the first time. Anya's pleasure interwove into the rising notes of the bridge, culminating to a shriek of ecstasy. Anya fingers raced down the fretboard, as her other hand began to play a second solo on her clitoris. Her twin strummings drove most beyond the brink too, and more and more of the audience were swept up in a literal growing tide of passion.

A bombshell whose flaming red hair was now well past her knees straddled a man whose bulging muscles had shredded asunder his entire suit, leaving only his tie in place. As she lifted a leg and began to lower herself on to his massive meat, it seemed as if her knees were sliding up beside his torso. As she sunk on to his dick - an elephantine monstrosity of easily sixteen inches and counting, her body expanded to take on the challenge. Her pussy wetly sucked at the penis, as around her body became sexier in all manner of ways, and she moaned, eyes closed and her forehead creased in concentration, her pale freckles standing out on her slightly reddened skin. The white strobes flashed twice before she raised herself and let out a yell, spearing herself upon the shaft. That action sent her from a leggy 5’10 to the height of a small giantess, easily seven feet tall by any estimation. She ground down hard on to him, determined to take him to the very hilt, boosting her at least another foot. Below her, the Adonis pushed, every muscle straining on his shadowed form. His biceps swelled enormously, and he let out a growl as he flipped her humongous form, several inches taller than a moment before, right on to her back, his cock still inside her the whole time. His back could be seen glistening, wide as an axe handle, and vibrated with the muscles as they worked, thrusting into his growing partner. A spray of ejaculation forced her to yield, whimpering in pleasure as he fucked her, on and on, becoming instantly hard each time he came. This concert would be a long one...

The law student still stood in the spot, shaking. Her wool sweater, still holding together by some miracle, was drenched in sweat. Her breasts pushed out, huge on her frame, and the pale brown of her areolae could be seen through the increasing gaps in the fibre. The feeling, white hot needles of need and pleasure pressing into her libido, had rendered her completely rigid, else she might simply collapse under it. Her somewhat narrow, almond eyes, almost black, were wide and vacant, windows to her overwhelmed mind. The petite girl stood there, her dyed pigtails unfurling further in the heat - the heat she was in. Her mammaries were glorious - unprecedented, her bust now measuring in feet... and still on they pushed on outward. Unlike many others, nothing had changed aside from her eyes, and she was otherwise still the ordinary pretty girl from Kuala Lumpur. Each breast, however, starting just below her delicate collar bone, currently fell in an exquisite teardrop shape to below her waist. Also, unlike many, her back had not gained appropriate musculature to withstand their weight, and soon she would be pulled over by them. This was what, in the depths of her eros, she waited for. She had quivered at the prospect, yet now was like a statue, still but for the flood of manila threatening to burst from beneath the sweater. She was out of control now, no longer having to be efficient and on top of things. Soon they would be on top of her.

A copper-coloured pair of Latin Americans, on their first trip to Europe, flexed as they went beyond body builder proportions. The man and woman were a pair of twins, and their bodies were even now moving in unison. They had each discovered a partner, the male being taken by a seductress whose hips, twice the width of the rest of her svelte form, were tightly coiled around his torso, pumping his iron rod for all it was worth. A derisive chuckle radiated from her as he groaned beneath her. Her legs gyrated back and forth, her ass heaving from past his knees and eliciting spurt after spurt of cum, but without a single sign from her of being satiated.

The sister, equally ripped at this point, had found a lithe younger man, at least ten years as well as inches her junior, and was grinding against him, hands splayed above her head. The lad, a normally quiet only child who spent his summers away from Harvard in Europe, was responding with equal vigour, running his delicate pianist’s fingers and orchestrating all over her body. Her abs rippled forth at his touch, multiplying from a four to a six and finally to an eight pack, eliciting a series of slow coos and grunts from her. However, the Peruvian was surprised when she wiggled her toned gluteus maximus against his groin to feel no hardness there. A primal urge drove her to try again. She spun in vexation and quickly collapsed before him, insensible in her need to get him hard, and had just pulled down his pants to see an average sized flaccid cock when, upon grabbing at it and pulling him toward her voracious maw, she was catapulted several feet backward by the monster that decimated his Y fronts. Their eyes locked, and he grinned, his white teeth dazzling in the stage lights.

The smell of her sex was potent, drawing to her partners of all shape and form, but the lady was too wrapped up in herself. She frantically masturbated, her head a vision of erotic imagery, a soundtrack to the music that was unlocking her innermost self. Her lips had stopped expanding some time ago, only to be replaced by the engorging of the other set. Her labia lapped at her fingers edaciously, and she grinned, pleasing herself as only she knew how.

Frustrated lovers nearby congregated around a figure in the remains of a cashmere shirt who was trying their utmost to jerk off as many horny cocks as possible. A pair of wild eyes glinted beneath a rainbow undercut as they stretched their delicate fingers this way and that, yanking and grabbing. Their own penis had seen its confinement, and only the belt remained girdled around their waist, the rest beneath them in Bukkake pool to which they were so close to adding to.

The psychologist meanwhile loosed little screams to match Anya’s, though she did not come as fast or easily as the singer-bassist. The pencil skirt was ripped up the seam at the back, exposing the lower half of her massive rear. Her other hand groped at it, the hard grip feeling the expansion spread the fingers inexorably. Her thighs had thickened too, a dark curvaceous taper matching the magnificent posterior above it, while leaving a little extra on the shelf to enhance the bubble-butt look. Her thumb tore at her clit, ravaging it remorselessly, desperate for release. Any other time, she would have wanted a gentle touch... but tonight was an eve of extremes. In the time it took her to come again, Ivan had had to replace a drumstick which he had knocked out of his hand mid-orgasm. Anya had incorporated a titillating series of squeals into a vocal solo, spurring the throng further.

The fire exit was blocked by a mass of glistening mahogany skin. Blues notes and boob muffled the moans of a couple as their desperately fondled each other in between hills of tit. Had the scattered scraps of cloth beneath them been reassembled, the once-T-shirts would have read "Just Married!". Lips met labia, hot breath and kisses on clits, tongues darting and delving into more secret parts. Around them, their breasts grew, further and further, seeking to outweigh their very bodies, with all signs of success. The floor there was slightly stained as one began, surmounted by pleasure, to exude pale fluid from her teats. The two held hands firmly, their rings glinting off a passing strobe.

And so the band played on, each song within the setlist more insistent than the last, pushing all present to grow in body and experience. Delirium and euphoria carried on each note, as the undertones reshaped the very DNA of the audience.

Beside the bar, a broad and muscled back loomed, hair glistening. A middle-aged, bearded man grunted as his shoulders widened and his ass tightened, the muscles becoming ever denser. In front of him stood an hourglass in human form. Her hips were at least three feet in width, backed up by an ass that stuck out another couple of feet and quaking, ample thighs and calves. Her torso was ludicrously contained in a lace corset, the top of which had long since burst open to reveal the ripe melons within. Her slim waist, tiny by proportion, peeked out from between a gargantuan pair of boobs, which filled, roundly spilling put over the floor around her. The buxom wet dream was absorbed in rubbing and jiggling her tits all over the dong poking from the top of the cleavage. His dick was bigger than she was, save her tits. As if in competition, his member mushroomed out from the top of her cleavage, only for her tits to erupt further to encase the cock. The whole room quaked. At this point he, a seven foot titan, was aiding her in the titfuck him with one hand, and the other gripped the bangs of her pixie haircut until there was too much bap between them. His lady ballooned in the surprisingly diminished space and her ass colliding with another bloated form. A small chain reaction sequence later, the attention of a sizable group of spellbound listeners was piqued, and the couple's solo act was incorporated into one of the several orgies, many of which were merging.

This was why the band only performed live, and why the tickets came with a NDA, non-liability contract, and why no electronic devices of any kind were allowed on premises (along with wearing earrings or most other jewelry).

Flesh boomed in every direction, dwarfing the act on stage. The whole club shook, and soundproofing on a wall creaked as an ass the size of a wheelbarrow collided with it.

Yet, on the music continued, ringing out to the audience, making them grow further and further in sensual rapture. On and on the tune ran, and with the beat things just continued to get larger and life.

Anya was so engrossed in the song that she was unaware as a hand as large as her guitar shifted on to the stage towards her. A huge finger suddenly began to rub her crotch through her jeans. Her reaction to the stimulation was to heighten the enchantment of her voice. The band members responded, and the music took on an otherworldly quality as they moved on to the next, more intense piece.

Other expanded members of the crowd had been pressed closer to the stage. Past mishaps had taught the Muses the importance of booking a venue with at least thrice the required standing space for the allotted guests.

Eager hands and members began to lavish the band with their affectionate praise. Some instinct, perfected by endless experimentation during the band's practice sessions, prevented them from outright ruining the playing. That being said, it was... distracting. The general growth of the audience slowed slightly. Janks, noticing this, moved to the back of the stage to up the volume booster. "Not too much," she told herself, carefully turning the dial. Her fingers shook a little. Had she ever been so fucking horny?

She spun to begin making her way back to the stage front, and was met by scattered cheers shouted between laboured breaths and groans. She grinned, waving as she tingled with desire. She smirked, stepping around someone lying on their back, rubbing their taut puffy nipples. She didn't notice the cascade of their hair, and she slipped before catching herself on the interface behind her. The nipples and areolas widened tantalisingly at the behest of finger and thumb rubbing increased, and those tantalising nipples. She didn't notice her hand on the interface, or the characters on the screen rapidly changing.

Anya let loose a ripping cry, screaming “Bigger!” and began to moan as the slender insistent finger continued to palpate her navel. Janks striding back to stage front, felt amazing. She winked, crooking a finger at a group of males she could only describe as hyper-jocks. She walked down the stage steps towards them, ripping into into a guitar solo as she was stroked on all sides by adoring males. ‘So many cocks, so little time,’ she thought to herself, allowing herself a brief moment to squeeze one, resulting in her chest being spattered with an impressive volume of semen. She grinned, motioning a well-muscled 9foot giantess over. The woman was carrying a large riding crop, and had clearly come prepared, considering her latex outfit still just clung on. The woman crooked the crop under the man's chin, glaring at his cock, willing it to rise to attention again, even as he gasped over the force of his ejaculation moments ago. The dominatrix smiled in contentment as she achieved the desired result, but then wheeled about to face another worshipper whose eagerness had torn the latex that already struggled to contain her enormous hamstrings. The offender was picked up and lifted to eye level, but Janks was not concerned. 'Make love not war' was a guarantee at their concerts - the brains of everyone there were on a one track which only catered for pleasure. She swear she saw his lips whisper "Mommy" just before they were met by the woman's own large, red cupid's bow. The dom then wheeled about, teasing and tantalising others with the crop, who entertained each other while they waited for their go with her. Janks stepped back on to the stage, the man's shorts landing ruined beside her.

It was a good thing Ivan had been overly cautious and booked a massive hall, bigger and with higher ceilings than any normal club. It had apparently been an industrial warehouse once, which meant it was also a little secluded. This was good, as huge set of toes curled against the wall, shredding more of the soundproofing. "This sure is progressing fast", Janks said to herself, gasping as she came again beneath a lover's tongue. She watched in fascinated arousal as the redhead she had spotted earlier lay and swelled. A tremor shook the floor as the giantess arched her back. Lying beneath her lover, she had been pumped up to unimaginable proportions, thrust by thrust, through the band's setlist.

And she was not the only one. A few men had grown too, though generally not to the proportions of the female giantess enthusiasts, who towered above the others. The largest must have exceeded 30 to 40 feet, and was rapidly stretching further, her feet drifting down the length of the hall in a frenzy. The cold marble sent shocks along this giantess, and she lay there in her curtain of black hair, festooned with lovers as they played and sucked on her. Her attention was for Anya alone, pushing the frontwoman to make her make her bigger. She caressed the singer’s pussy, alternating between roughness and gentleness. When, with amazing expertise, her fingers split Anya’s skinny jeans, and probed further, Janks knew there was trouble. But alas, she was so confoundedly distracted... Still playing, she headbanged to the music she was making, up and down on a dick of an adoring fan. This man had kept to a manageable size, and she dextrously took him whole, taking his cum, only to find him hard again and waiting again. She knew she had lost control, that the concert needed to end, and soon. She wondered if it were too late somewhere far back in her head.

Ivan too was long gone. His arms shot over the kit, drunk with pleasure. He was playing blind, purely through muscle memory, as his face was completely immersed in a rapidly enclosing sea of tit. With great effort, the owners of the gargantuan breasts were shifted back, so as not to mute the sounds of the drumkit, vital in this experience of a lifetime.

Like a chorus, the audience’s moans joined with the bands.

They had never had an audience this large, in both senses. Measures of feet were rapidly being replaced by yards, and even the hall was becoming rather cramped. The raven haired giantess was still the largest, and now even her pinkie was too big to slip in and out of Anya, but instead roamed her crotch, razing her clitoris. Cocks stretching longer than their owners, whether they were walls of muscle, graceful waifs, chubby dadbods, or anything in between. Never in history had there been such pieces of ass as were here either. Buttocks flared, the curves becoming sexier by the moment. No mortal could have stood their ground without being cripplingly turned on. Clothes at this point were virtually a joke from some distant past, and sopping rags could occasionally be seen underfoot.

A few of the stage lights had been smashed, and there were some holes in the stage itself, leaving only the flashing blue strobes. None of those mattered anymore. Fog billowed around the breasts around Ivan, and the entire hall was consumed by the aroma of sex.

Janks blinked, once, twice, as she rode, coming to for a moment. Her hands still moved up and down the fret board. She stared at the hard shaft in her mouth, tasting it, her tongue stroking, and felt awareness return to her for the most part. She was almost fully aware of her surroundings, still a little hazy, and shut her eyes to clear her head. She did not stop moving up and down on the pole though. She opened them again, letting the cock pop from her lips and stood to look around her. It was a beautiful chaos. Her eyes flitted around, taking in the plethora of curves, hard and ample, before doing a double take. Some of the crowd were getting really big - Too big.

The biggest concern (literally) was the woman pleasuring Anya. Anya was long beyond any sane control, lying beneath the giantess' eager finger, grinding and groaning - only the Anya's instincts kept her to the notes - she wasn't even singing lyrics anymore. Meanwhile, Janks could not even see Ivan behind the horde of busty females surrounding where his kit had been (and presumably still was, because the sound of the drums still crashed over the music). This was beyond any of their live concerts or previous practices. Nothing in the thousands of tests had ever yielded such extreme results. What was wrong? How were they all still managing to play?

As Janks heard the entrance door crack and buckle, she saw a plume of dust fall from the ceiling. "Shit!", she exclaimed, though she couldn't even hear herself speak. The stage rocked, and she struggled not to lose her footing.

Janks had to do something NOW. She couldn't safely stop playing, but that all them would all need to stop at the same time. The only way to do that would be to cut the power, she supposed. She felt so overwhelmed, but forced her legs to move. Turning, she dashed upstage. Dodging between holes in the stage, she looked up suddenly to find herself looking up at the beefiest person she had ever seen at any of their concerts. Despite the Herculean physique, their face was androgenous: smooth and inviting. Their eyes were a hazel, and showed no recognition, but only worship, and they kneeled, extending their hand towards her nethers, a gentle smile quirking their lips. She gasped at the touch, but quickly remembered Anya’s fate - she had to resist this... She looked behind them, and saw a huge section of the stage collapse as they kneeled.

Her mind racing, she braced herself (as well as cursing the unfairness of having to be the compos mentis one), then extended a foot and jumped on to their arm. They were so densely muscled that the flesh hardly yielded beneath her feet. Janks ran fully up arms that would have shamed a gorilla's. Once atop the shoulders, she balanced herself, then leapt off, clear over the collapse, landing safely on the other side, before dashing across the stage towards the curtain.

As she dashed between beings attractive beyond her imagination, Janks was really grateful that she played using a cordless amp connector. She was also glad Anya was not watching when she was forced to powerslide between a pair of udders as big as she was, only to smack into the woman’s thick, sweaty, soft ass. She’d never have lived that down, she considered, as she shook herself, wobbling as she got up and limped to the red drapes.

Playing was difficult, what with all the dodging, and she had noted a few irregularities. She hoped she was still within acceptable thresholds... She was certain the others wouldn't be, as she heard the cymbals of Ivan's kit begin to become muffled. The doors of the auditorium had burst open, but there simply wasn't enough room in here. The heat was rising, and she was so tired - trying not to be pulled too far into the music, but still trying keep time and follow, and struggling to resist the myriad temptations. "At least Jesus just had stones in the desert... tits like that and it mighta gone very differently..." she muttered, panting as she rested for a moment.

Truly, the mental resistance required was the worst it had ever been. As she parted the curtain she found a man lying down just behind it. She stopped for a moment, considering him. He met her eyes, and crossed his arms behind his head, his erection throbbing. His growth was perhaps less exaggerated than some. Muscles were defined beneath an olive complexion, but he was not really all that cut. Particularly striking was a tattoo adorning his shoulder in a great, swirling jagged pattern. His dark hair was short and curly, like the light patch growing on his chest and trailing to his junk. She glanced up at his face, cautious, but did not see him stir. She looked down then at the junk, which look more like it belonged to a small horse, and she shivered at the tantalising prominence. The sheer abnormality of its size in comparison to the relatively realistic body was certainly turning her on. She considered it, feeling another fragment of her mind slowly break… and then was snapped out of it as she saw a dribble of cum leak from the end. She knew couldn’t make any pitstops with any hope of going on after.

She closed the curtain and moved to head around it. She looked back before she went it, and her jaw dropped. ‘Raven’ now had Anya riding her finger, bucking like a child on a bronco. Anya’s legs couldn’t even get halfway around it now. She heard static on the speakers as Anya's guitar cracked. Fuck, she thought. Things would go very badly if the exact music wasn't followed. To her horror, her eyes then noticed the light from the other end of the room, and realised that the rapidly swelling goddess of a woman had not only smashed through the reinforced soundproof door, but her ankles were destroying the wall around it. Between the giantess' shouts of pleasure and the other guests' frenzied orgy, lights collapsed, furniture smashed, and she could smell smoke. This place was coming apart.

The music was so LOUD, fingers of sound in her mind dragging her towards the entropic mass of pleasure in the hall... or delaying her until it grew to where she was. It beckoned her to give in, and she was so close...

High shrieks screamed with her pinched harmonics. Tits swayed larger and larger, with strawberry nipples the size of bowling balls aching for touch. Vast asses, chunky and muscular alike, thrust past the size of small vehicles. And last of all, cocks. The aching lump in her throat knew this was… These things wouldn’t have put out an eye. No, this phalanx would go straight through the ribs. Massive phalli gleamed, hard as steel and just as relentless, and the animal grunts of the audience thrummed all in time with the bass guitar's groans. She had stopped hearing Ivan's drums aside from the bass drum, and the air seemed to ripple. A speaker exploded, then another, and a light came crashing down as another giantess reared her head, her afro catching the rig and ripping it off the ceiling. Her breasts, each the size of a small car, swung as she leaned back, their momentum moving them a second or two behind her as they shook... There wasn't much time left.

Muscles and soft curves shone under the lights and sparks from shorting machinery, sometimes in wonderfully excessive singularity, and others in superb conglomerations. The room was hunger, gigantic hunger being fed without a stomach. The need to feed her lust was blinding, and she had stopped playing with accuracy several times. Now... it was time for a big risk. She staggered to climb the ladder up to the main circuitboard placed high above. When she passed a person she did it quietly now, biting her lip, and no one thought to force her – the music could not allow that and there were plenty more partners if she did not welcome their affections.

Climbing up was a challenge. As well as being a little giddy on ladders, she was rather flighty in general right now. This was notwithstanding that somehow she had to play a seven string guitar while making the ascent. She turned around and climbed up with her back facing it, stepping up in time to the rhythm of the lick she was tapping. At first she tried closing her eyes, so as not to look at the ground, but it was even worse that way. She took a deep breath and continued up the rungs. Moans echoed in time to the music. Ivan had almost no room left to play as she looked on. All about him, supremely female parts pressed in, eager for a share of his touch. Still, he was a slave to the beat now, and even if he wanted to knew he could not stop playing. His foot kept tapping the bass pedal, until the whole kit broke until the deluge of cleavage threatening to drown him too. Ivan was out of action, and the air about her rippled again - she knew she was hallucinating, but that was no less concerning. If improperly executed, mind-affecting results were the least she would have to worry about.

While observing she had tackled three rungs. She realised that by concentrating on particular things she could distract herself enough to do this. She let herself fall into the reverie an ounce more, while around her figures gained pounds more. Raven, she saw, had demolished most of the back wall, and her growth continued to stream outside. Anya, perched like a canary on her finger, was still playing her bass, though it kept cutting intermittently. Anya softly moaned into her microphone, hardly following the tune anymore. The stage equipment begun to slide as the giantess' huge arm grew to occupy more and more of the stage. The wood buckled and splintered beneath her, and Anya headed towards the curtain atop that finger.

There was nothing Janks could do. She breathed out and looked on. ‘My word,’ she thought, as she tried to take in the whole of the giantess. The lady's midnight locks streamed like a paddock along the floor, and all about her milled fornicators. Another lady the size of a small bus was even now licking her out, though the expanding pussy was shunting her towards the smashed wall and outside. Smaller figures with enormous proportions were all over the giant woman, pleasuring each other and her. One couple were fucking on top of her belly button. The woman’s breasts… Janks had always had a thing about big breasts, a little obsession - having always wanted them herself. These mammoth things were just… beyond description. They were just so absolutely colossal. In proportion to her body, they would at least have been in the MM cup range, if not more, and the fallen strobes sitting atop them, as well as a couple of hardy survivors hanging precariously off the ceiling, flashed on and off, lighting up the incomprehensible expanse of mountainous tit. By no means was this lady's pair the biggest in proportion, but the sheer scale of the woman was mindboggling. Anya seemed more insignificant by the moment. She disappeared backstage, but Janks could still hear her over the mic, though the speakers were becoming fuzzier. Raven let out ragged gasps, her chest heaving bigger and bigger with each one, like the rest of her. She arched her back, sticking out her hand... straight through the top of another wall, the bricks scattering like toys. The guests had started climbed atop her and she licked at any who came near her mouth, relishing in the task. Suddenly, she came powerfully. The rungs of the ladder shook, and Janks, twelve rungs up, almost lost her balance, only holding on by wedging the horn of her axe on an upper rung. Three strings simultaneously snapped, and she hadn't even noticed having lost the seventh string earlier, and Janks cursed again, dragging herself up, thankful for her gym regimen.

She could hear Anya getting close to another release. The tune was barely recognisable, though now and again she moaned a word or two. Intermittently, Janks heard "Grow..." and "Yes... BIGGER!" between the screams of ecstasy.

The orgasm shaking the black haired superwoman continued for a full minute, and Janks could only watch as she shook more and more violently in her ululations. The giantess expanded further, the length of her body taking up almost the whole hall, end to end and Janks shivered, both in arousal and concern for Anya - there was only so much room backstage before the giantess' hand would hit and go through the back wall. The room swam again, and she could tell the others' had all felt that strange heady sensation. Janks held on tight. She had to get on to the walkway.

Further towards the front of the hall, to the right of the giantess’ arm, someone let out a moan so loud Janks actually heard it above the failing music and chaos. She looked and saw a girl floated increasingly higher, riding a sea of her own boobs. Her tits were actually bigger than the raven-haired woman’s. Janks was amazed. As she climbed the remaining rungs she caught a glimpse of the tit queen’s face. Janks recognised her, an East Asian girl Janks had remarked was cute when the audience were filing in. She was pretty sure she'd seen her in the news too, a famous heiress who'd run off in a rebellious phase. The girl bit down on her lip, crying out as she pushed out further and further, beneath the hills on her chest. She seemed completely lost, shaking her dyed blonde head back and forth, unable to handle the changes.

For that matter, none of them could. Another of the largest of the giantesses (for there were several fully fledged ones now, as well as some male ones, though the latter tended to be smaller but more heavily muscled), was beginning to writhe, shattering more of the structure as she twisted her body. Her legs tore through another part of the walls as if through cardboard, rending the heavy soundproofing to dust. Janks knew there wasn’t long left, and it might already be too late. A section of ceiling fell harmlessly on to the sea of megatit.

Janks' eyes swum as she continued trying to take it all in, making her way up the ladder. The raven haired giantess was so big it was giving Janks vertigo. As she approached the top, Janks attempted to turn her attention elsewhere, browsing the various erogenous scenes.

She noticed two giant men going full on doggy, and heard the dent each hand made in the floor as the huge man on top thrust into the other. She felt panties grow wet watching them. This startled her, but she didn't have time to think about that, as she heard a scream from Anya's bass, and saw a piece of the shattered headstock roll down the raven-haired giantess' arm. Anya's singing was sporadic, sounding near to exhaustion.

The building shook relentlessly as Janks approached the top.

She continued climbing, not paying attention to anything but what was transpiring below, taking in only the pure elation from the delicious cornucopia. At this point, she was purely improvising on her guitar, trying to compensate for the almost complete lack of the rest of the band. Anya had almost gone silent.

‘Holy…’ she thought, as she spotted another walkway leaning dangerously, swinging rhythmically. She soon saw the cause of the vibrations. Her mouth was dry as the man’s hips drove forward, his powerful muscles pounding the other’s anus. Both were moaning intensely, such that she could pick their voices out even among the others in the hall. One was tall with alabaster skin and short, golden hair, iridescent and perfect with muscle. The other was pale too, but brown hair tumbled to the length of his shoulders. He was wider than his counterpart, though a little shorter. His bigger ass thrust back with a mighty force, taking in as much of the cock as possible. Both were sweating with fatigue, and still they carried on, carried away by the music. The walkway leaned dangerously, and they slid towards the edge, but then the redhead giantess stood, a monolith of hourglass contoured sex, her head stabilising the swinging metal as she sucked off a miniscule partner.

Atop one of the raven-haired giantess' enlarging breasts, a hulk of a man stood, hands skyward, as he was licked by a harem of horny worshippers of all body types. While they varied in size, shape, and sex, all were pleasure incarnate, moving with singular purpose to bestow pleasure on their master above, however possible. Several clung to his cock, heavy under the weight of their endowments, and would need to hold on tightly as he pulsed, leaking precum in satisfaction. The ones that could no longer reach him satisfied one another below. A girl whose hips and thighs had not altered to accommodate her derriere was rocking back and forth above a male. His shaved head buried itself in the fold of her ass as it reached the end of its arc. She had no doubt about where his cock was buried.

A suddenly pulled her up on to the walkway, and Janks found herself being kissed full on the lips. She melted for a moment, becoming the very sound of the pink noise.

His scent overpowered even the rest of the swirl of sex in the room, a musk that made her heart crash against her ribs. His tongue moved over hers, teasing but eager to please, and confident of ability to do so. His arms around her were so strong, and she felt so overwhelmed and tired, so desperate to just give in. Her fingers slackened on the fretboard, and the hall was silent of music, echoing only with the cacophany of pleasures.

This man... his shoulders, his back, the tenderness and ease with which he lifted her... She licked her fingers, lubricating his engorged cock as she guided it into her. So tight, and so good... On and on he rocked her, cradling her against him as he gently thrust, using what must have been an ounce of his strength as he fucked Janks. The walkway shooked, and a strange sound she could taste was in the air. She tried lamely strumming a few notes, but his chest was pressed against hers, rough and chiselled... The darkness behind her eyes lit, then rippled again, and she felt her body float, just a little. It was all coming apart, she thought, but what a way to go...

More of the ceiling was collapsing, and Janks spotted starlight above... racing. All the stars seemed to be moving, and she bars of light flash in colours she had no name for.

On and on he went, and she clung on to him, weak but so hungry for a release she knew would only make her more famished, like the rest of them. However, sooner than expected, his efforts proved too much for her poor cunt, and she felt her legs grow wet as she came. "How the fuck?!" she thought, shocked, feeling her pussy and marvelling that it was soaked with more than just his precum.

Suddenly, a sudden crash brought her back to earth, and she leaned and saw the largest occupant had shot to almost double the size since she had last looked, had pushed through the entire ceiling. All that was holding this place together was her rapidly swelling form as she pushed the rubble outwards.

In the area around the building, the sky was none that had been seen on Earth before. The air hummed with forces that were alien, making senses beyond the normal five tingle, and bewitching all of them further.

Janks pushed against her lover, and he set her down, and he stood there, like her, staring upwards in fascination. She made to move, and then pulled her hand away, shocked at finding it wrapped around and frantically jerking her lover off. In this time, he had expanded dangerously, now over fifteen feet in height. He sunk to his knees, raising his hands high. She didn't dare look down at the rest, as she heard a rumbling. A piece of collapsed building zipped past her, weaving to dodge her it seemed towards the man. She turned, concerned, but the concrete stopped before him, turning to strands and dust, changing colour. Beyond it, his eyes flickered between her and the coruscation of unnameability above, some kind of pleading expectation in his eyes, as he bit his lip, his cock throbbing and extending two feet and one exhalation, thickening like a coiling anaconda. She ran.

The fuse box was just ahead of her, at the end of the platform. The smell of cologne and cum danced before her eyes. Her mouth saw Anya's tinny scream of "Yes!!!", carrying a faint recollection of the song's tune. It was enough... and Janks was able to take up her guitar again, strumming powerfully, attuning to the familiar sense of order and rhythm brought by the instrument. Her body felt hot, and her nipples were hard... swollen, tender... She resisted, with greater strength, even as the raven haired giantess' breasts were now eye level, and bricks idly floated away.

Janks took laboured steps towards the fuse box. The sensation of coming hadn't stopped, and she could hardly breathe, but Anya's voice, like a rebellious siren's call led to her towards her goal. The movement of her fingers on the almost destroyed guitar guided her feet, and she looked down, amazed to see she was making sound despite no strings being left. As she found herself unable to believe it, the sound, echoing through surely non-existent or destroyed speakers, faltered. Immediately, she realised she had to ignore what her perception and just let it be. Her steps unconsciously took her towards her goal, and the fuse box and lit up flickered, translucent. Her feet took her another step, and she looked at the ground as the walkway began to rise and shrink. Would it crush her once it became too narrow? She remember the rock, and hoped not.

She looked again at the fuse box, so close. As her eyes turned to it, she saw it turn translucent again. She looked sideways, and then at it out of the corner of her eye. It seemed... more stable like this. She decided to turn her gaze elsewhere and hope for the best until she reached it. She felt so strange, and she could barely breathe. Just a little further...

She looked left towards the crowd, ignoring the switches for now until she reached them. Her eyes picked out masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, jobs no one this dimension had names for. All were growing, expanding in horniness, anticipation, size, and who knew what else. Concepts like 'finity' were bunk. People fit into spaces they shouldn't have, making her head swim, but arousing her even more as the otherworldly fucking continued. Above it all, however, she could still hear her own playing, and Anya's clinging notes. As she sprinted across the auditorium she considered that she must keep playing until she could not hear it through the speakers. She heard a faint tapping join them, and the walkway stabilised, just as it brushed her hips, which she noticed were exposed, as half her outfit had been torn away. "Well, little surprise there," she thought - this was probably the most normal thing she'd experienced in... OUCH! Okay, thinking about time was not a good idea right now.

The tapping continued, rhythmic, and she heard a crash of a cymbal. "Ivan!" she thought to herself. Okay, maybe they could still do it, still end in unison, and maybe fix some of this.

Her own juices ran down her legs, reaching her ankles and making them slippery as she loped onward. She ignored it - it was just a drop in the ocean of bizarre things and sensations...

No members of the audience at this point were capable in that space of doing anything separately, and now a hundred people were all now erotically connected. Well, a hundred and two, she thought, hearing Anya’s voice from somewhere off, speeding up in time to Ivan's tempo. She adjusted her own playing on the wrecked guitar. Her breasts stung with pleasure. Oh… she was so horny. Did she have to flick the switch, truly? Couldn’t she just let it happen?

Her footsteps clattered on across the grating. She spied a dick like a fuselage close by. She stopped for a moment, and her playing slowed. She was only a couple of yards from the box and she knew it, though she still dared not look. A flash of something like lightning passed her. Another orgasm began to build... even though she'd never stopped coming from the last one. She looked at the giant cock throbbing and growing through the roof. She very well could believe that sex was the only thing on her mind, save for the small corner she desperately worked to keep sane. She imagined mounting that thing, its huge purple veins standing out hard, each alone enough to masturbate and come over. She wanted it… she wanted it all. And then she froze. She couldn’t hear Ivan anymore. She looked down, ignoring the terrible drop, and saw his hands disappear again under his congregation… They were massive now, with jugs like boats, undulating in a tempest and trapping him. Standing would have been a foreign concept to most, apart from the fact a number of them floated in this strange anti-gravity they were experiencing. Hands fondled all within reach, and Janks contemplated diving off into those soft, undulating galaxies of pleasure. Her nipples strained at her top as the music lulled for a moment - she wouldn't be able to keep playing for long - her mind was collapsing faster than the building's remnants.

She began to panic. Anya's occasional yelp was getting more random, and Janks couldn't focus to follow. There was no hope of balance! And then the beat picked up again. She looked down, standing stock still from sheer surprise. There it was, a throbbing boom, boom. She risked a glance over the edge again and saw what might earlier have been considered bizarre. Ivan was floating in the air, thrusting his cock into a giant woman's eager lips. He timed his thrusts, and her hand crashed against the wall, pulverising the remaining sections on that side one at a time.

Ivan saw Janks and gave her a weak thumbs up. She grinned, or at least she thought she did. It wasn’t ideal, but it would hopefully do. If not... at least that was one way go out with a bang.

She stepped over to the machine and, taking one last glance at the palette of pure excess and ecstasy, she sighed and flicked the fuse. Her fingers, aching, slowed to a halt, blinking in the dark. She turned look down on the hall. It seemed the congregation were performing their own encore, though they were rapidly shrinking - still huge in size, but realistic in terms of being confined within a space that was three-dimensional once more.

She looked up, fearful of what she might see. It was the sky again, and the stars had faded, leaving only Venus and the faint traces of dawn. She could see it through a gap in the wrecked ceiling-- No, a gap between Raven's breasts. Bigger than the entire ceiling, the orbs jiggling hurricanes slowly coming to a rest, several people clinging on. Another light wandered their surface, moving from one side to another slowly, highlighting a nipple as big as a truck. Raven seemed to have passed out, and fortunately she began to slump forward on to herself, as the back wall of the building surely could not have taken that weight. Her breasts were like twin blimps, coming to rest on her gargantuan knees. Many of the others hadn't stopped, still caught up in the frenzy of the orgy. This sometimes happened, and it was no surprise that they were still caught up in the harmony.

The noise, whatever it was became louder, and Janks looked up, as it dawned upon her what the sound was. Raven's faced moved sideways as she settled, her face like the figure of Juno herself. Beyond them, Janks she saw a bright light, and silhouetted behind it was a whirring disc. A helicopter… She squinted, and groaned, for once not from pleasure tonight. It was from the news! As she made out the letters, her brow knitted further into a concerned furrow.

Janks bit her thumb, her mind racing as she looked around. There was no way they would be able to cover this up from a world viewed news station! Everyone would know who they were, and what it was they did. Questions would be asked, and no answers they gave would actually be listened to. How could they turn this to their favour?

Screams of joy erupted below, and she noted with a slight pride that the aftereffects were still potent as a woman, two figures hanging from her breasts by their mouths, shot up from ten to just over twenty feet tall. Her hips expanded too, and she slid her hands over them as she raised her arms to give her lovers some support. She hugged them close in the afterglow.

The aftereffects… she wondered how long the cameras had been there? Were they recording live, and more importantly, with microphones? It was pointless wondering.

She saw Raven stir, her vast eyelashes shimmering and parting, revealing her dark eyes. They twinkled, her hair pooling and cascading beautifully over her house sized breasts, and then she leaned forward, puckering and parting her lips ever so slightly towards her hand. The dim figure of Anya, lit up by the chopper lights, stood and leaned into the proffered kiss. Of course they had it live and with sound. It was not every day that a giant woman crashed through a ceiling in a busy metropolis. Well, it might be after today… she thought, wondering how much of those last echoes of pink noise had been picked up and broadcast already. Recording it had always had mixed results, but an out of control session... who knows what that would do. "Ah well... fuck it", Janks said, carefully making her way to the ladder. She saw it was completely bent out of shape, and began to wonder how she would get down until she felt herself lifted and pressed into a massive bust. Janks gladly accepted her fate.

She looked down at Ivan, sprawled atop his tit mistresses, a grin plastered across his concussed face, which they giggled and mirrored.

He looked... different. She noticed his arms more toned, and he was taller, more handsome. As his harem's breasts continued to slowly diminish (though she was sure that, like most attendants, they would never shrink quite to their original size), she wondered how this could be... The music wasn't supposed to affect them. Mind you, she considered, that's probably the least improbable of the outcomes that could have occurred.

Instinctively, Janks looked down at herself. Well... that was different, she thought, examining herself. She was shorter it seemed, and she seemed to have become more slight in build, save for her hips, which had widened considerably, matching an expanded ass. Her breasts looked odd too. They were bigger and less round. She raised a hand, noting her more elegant fingers, and squeezed her boob. She gasped, not only at the pleasure but the fact that it felt different. Janks squeezed again - what had happened to her implants. With her other hand, she felt her face... different, more feminine, but still her. Her other hand, curious (and maybe because she was still aroused from onslaught of the night) moved to her pants, then under them. Her fingers came away wet... That should not be possible. Had... had she become biologically female? This was impossi-- She didn't finish that thought, her mind flickering to the incomprehensible experiences she had been through...

Then Janks realised she was feeling herself up on the news, and quickly stopped. Like that will make much difference, she thought, her hair tossing at the breeze from a passing chopper. "Oh great... The army's here too," she muttered.

She glanced at Raven again, who had not shrunk even a centimeter yet, it seemed. She was surprised as she saw Anya float into the air, rising from Raven's hand. The singer then flitted, seeming to guide herself, towards Raven's ear, raising her hand to near her mouth to whisper to Raven. The building shook with the goddess' low chuckle. Anya too had grown, taller and more hourglass shaped, and her hair had even changed colour. That seemed inconsequential in the face of the seeming superpower of flight or psionics or whatever her bandmate now possessed!

She wondered if the lawyers drafting the agreements had remembered to include fifth dimension phenomena, and she sighed, watching the sun rise over Raven's gigantic tits. Anya kissed her again, and she heard Raven try to whisper "Yes, 7 o'clock tonight? I know this great place near the canal--" before the giantess paused, looking over the vast alterations to her physique. "Yeah, maybe elsewhere," she giggled, causing another section of the wall to tumble to the ground outside.

Janks asked her saviour to put her down, and the Valkyrie of a woman lowered her. Gripping the fractured remnants of her instrument, she picked her way through the groaning, sighing, mass of the orgy. It was so warm down here, even with the wind streaming in through every side of the building... And it was SO loud. Her cheeks reddened as she saw the effects of the night. At least the band had only played covers tonight. The world was definitely not ready for The Muses’ single "Bacchanal" yet, let alone the entire debut album they were preparing, "Apotheosis"…

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