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Blue lagoon

I wrote this story after reading The Island in an alt.sex. fetish.size archive,

and was reminded about ideas I had had a while ago centering around The Blue

Lagoon. As you undoubtedly recall, that insipid story focused around the coming

of age of two young people shipwrecked on a desert island with no one around to

guide them during their formative years. I hope this modified version is a

little more to the tastes of the people in this newsgroup. Since I can't

remember the names of the characters, we'll just call our two young people

Brooke and Chris. At least you'll know who to picture as the story unfolds.

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 Everything about nails and manicure products Nails Trends

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.

Part2

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 unmeasurable 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

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