A Tale of Two Giants
Written for LimitedVision on FA.
A Tale of Two GiantsBy Luther Skee didn't know exactly what happened that day, nor did he know why it happened. Truth be told: it was unlikely he ever would. But in all honesty, at the time it didn't matter. More pressing concerns surfaced at the time that pushed it aside. The onset was sudden. It was an odd feeling that struck him while he was walking along the pavement one afternoon in front of some shops with no heed for fair timing. It was a strange tickle that was hard to place. Granted, it was something he was quite unfamiliar with but, when surrounded by others in public, one tends to assume it isn't anything good. Like a chill running along his spine, he felt everything on him tightening all at once. Cuffs on both his shirt and trousers crept up along his extremities. What covered his midriff was rapidly retreating, leaving his stomach and the small of his back exposed. Shortly after he noticed it himself his eyes were darting around to see if anyone else did. He was in luck. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own business. Unless the clothes-shrinking poltergeist was paying him a visit, something very odd indeed was going on. Either he was dreaming or going mental or he was actually getting too large for his outfit. The blue lizard's mind looked for an out, a path away from so many eyes. Anything would do. He found one in the form of a nearby music shop and quickly ducked inside. He made his way towards the back rooms, past the various people browsing the shelves, to where there apparently existed miniature lounges for the purpose of enjoying music before buying. In the competitive and difficult industry of selling physical copies of music, little courtesies always helped paved the way -or perhaps the owner cared more for the customers than making record profits . . . if one might pardon the pun. Nevertheless, one would make a good place to hide away for a time until this stopped. At least he hoped it would stop. It didn't. Of course it didn't. That would be too easy. We can't have that now, can we? He threw himself into one of them, thankful to find an empty one. His eyes opened wide when he heard a ripping sound from the back of his shirt. At least it wasn't as tight anymore -though now there was a great split traveling along it with his bright blue scales underneath. To make matters worse (because they needed to be worse), the whole thing seemed to be gaining speed as he tried to rebind his clothes or desperately will everything to stop. What could he really do at this point? This wasn't normally something that happened to him, Skea maybe, but not him. The fins on his head lowered just a bit in recognition. That was it. She was behind this somehow! He didn't know
how, but she was. Putting a pin down in it didn't exactly help his immediate situation, however. But then again, what would 'help' be in this case? The thought crept into his head: why would he want this to stop? This could be great! Perhaps he should just enjoy this and worry about what comes later after the fact? Skea did this sort of thing all the time and it always seemed to work out for her. And he had to admit, the lizard had seldom felt so charged before. The whole thing was a rush he could neither identify nor fully understand. It both confused and excited him, driving his heart to pound and chest to heave with larger and larger gulps of air. No wonder Skea did this so much. He was broken from his thoughts when he felt the tops of his ear-fins brush the ceiling. Had he already reached the ceiling? All evidence pointed to yes -and it wasn't that he had been lost in enjoying it for so long, it was just getting faster. Of course it was. And to make things even better, he was now in the nude, having just defeated his clothes with his expanding bulk. Immediately he thought of the door but he could only get one shoulder through at this point. Damn Brownstone construction and its narrow doorways. Of course, every doorway was narrow when you're pushing eleven feet with an almost barrel chest. Skee began to regret coming into a confined area like this. Now he was becoming distressingly large for the room he was in and room was something he was running out of. He tried ducking his head, sitting, balling up as much as he could, but of course this would only delay it. Once he got to where he filled the room entirely, he questioned why he was trying to preserve it now. If he stopped growing now then he'd be stuck here. So with his mind turned to freedom he kicked one of his legs forward. Those huge, sharp clawed feet of his punched right through the back room walls. He could hear the shouts of alarm as they crumbled to pieces in front of him, revealing the lizard's still-rising form. Growing out along the floor, his legs pushed into the shop proper. Seeing this, people understandably ran for the door. His wide feet made the floorboards creak and groan and knocked over cardboard stand-ups, shelves of CDs, and tables with whole stacks of the vinyl albums laid out. One could say his size was truly record-breaking now. Okay sorry, no more puns. Eventually there came a point where it was inevitable that a certain amount of collateral damage would happen. Despite his best efforts, this record store was coming down around him! Skee looked around frantically, it looked like everyone else had done the sane thing and made it out of the building by now. He had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief before he felt the walls behind and around him breaking, surrendering to the unstoppable
force of his backside as he surged up and up. A loud cracking sound was heard up and down the street that followed the outpouring of hurried shoppers. Bricks fell from the facade and smashed onto the pavement below, huge fissures opened in the side building itself. Popping out from the top, his head crested above the rooftops, sending debris and ejecta flying before it tumbled back down around his shoulders and back like so much water. Small plumes of dust were sent up around his sides and settled on the surrounding buildings and cars left in the street. When the dust had at last settled, Skee looked down at the little toy-sized automobiles, placed his foot near one and wiggled his toes, noting how they were just about the right size to act as roller-skates for him. While he considered the possibility for a moment, he then remembered he was trying not to wreck things for the time being, and so pushed the destructive thought from his mind. Yes, the gravity of the situation was not lost on him but instead being vastly overshadowed by possibility. He was further distracted by all the tiny people in his peripheral. The block around him was just now clearing of individuals and animals. None of them knew what to make of the emerging giant but they didn't need to in order to save their own hides by getting as far as they could. The instinct of self-preservation tends not to ask these types of questions. Skee stood up, clearing his head and taking stock of the new and smaller world that surrounded him. The little furs moved through the city streets like ants, funneling and filing out in hurried directions away from the giant towards safety. Streets were blocked off with too many cars as everyone got the same idea to drive off at the same time. Some kept trying their luck, others tossed the plan out the window in favor of making towards the safety of the metro tunnels. It was really all quite flattering that they were making such a big deal over him. In a way, it felt good to be so important . . . even if they were running from him. Hell, it just felt good being big, and great to become bigger still. The lizard spend some time inspecting himself: he was about the same as he normally was, only naked and about fifty feet tall. Taller than that, actually, and growing every second. Despite his size he could feel every breeze against his enormity, was aware of every rock beneath his feet, though none hurt him. He could feel every fiber of his being constantly striving to become larger than before and succeeding at it. It was amazing. Up until this point he was trying his best to not completely give in to the expanding sensation, for fear that he might not be able to stop himself if he did. But hell, why fight it? This might be some hazy dream-world fantasy his mind was racing through while he lay safe in bed or it might not be. He
might wake up or he might not. In the latter case, he was easily growing so large that nobody would really be able to do anything about it. Everyone below fled or stood dumbstruck at what they knew couldn't possibly be happening. So either this was real or his mind was doing a damn good job at taking the realistic reactions of others into account, and how he would enjoy playing with them all. However, fate had other plans for the moment. Skee was made dimly aware of another's presence. Maybe it was a soft vibration of the footsteps of another giant nearby making the earth tremble. Or maybe it was the fact that said giant was directly calling out to him in a voice none of those tiny creatures below could ever manage. "Hey you!" the voice called. It was definitely feminine. Skee turned to face the source. What he first noticed is that she was naked, to be expected, and that she was a beautiful golden-brown furred fennec. Some girls might be described as waifish. She was not one of them. Even relative to her height, which did more than enough to rival Skee's, she was a lot of woman. Straddling the line somewhere between toned and muscular, she stood with a confidence that came from knowing she was vastly desirable. The fennec's build was statuesque, with all the curves one would expect from her gender and then some besides: an ample and hefty bosom with globes the size of her head, a tapering waist that flared back into a plump and peach-shaped bottom. And then there was the flawlessly formed femininity betwixt her legs that the lizard had a rather difficult time avoiding staring at. So it turned out that he wasn't the only huge anthro around. Having another person grow to such a fantastic size like he did? Well that wasn't exactly towards the "this is reality" theory. Then again, nobody said that whatever inexplicably did this to him was limited to just one instance. "Hey!" the fennec yelled again, hands up to her mouth to project her words. "This is my city to play with, understand?! Though if you ask real nicely maybe I'll let you have a turn when I'm done with it!" Ask nicely? Yeah, that was hardly going to happen. While she was clearly trying to make herself look greater than she was, she was still undeniably huge, measuring well up to Skee and maybe a little more. Skee just shook his head from side to side. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want me gone." The fennec woman approached with a swift purpose when it became clear that she wasn't about to cow the giant lizard so easily. She was certainly boisterous and put on a good show but perhaps that was with good reason. However, Skee was not about to surrender his playground just because she said so. "Alright," she readjusted her position. "How about we fuck for it? Loser leaves." That
took him a little by surprise -but it was nothing he couldn't recover from. He wasn't entirely certain how one could lose at sex but things seemed to have a way or working themselves out for him today. Surely it would become clear. What was becoming plain to see was that he had little hope in gaining a size advantage over her in time. She was growing as well and doing a great job of keeping up with him, two massive creatures at a hundred and twenty feet and still counting. And then, he had to admit that for a potential 'rival' she was not bad looking. All this had left him with a swelling desire that would be less fun to satisfy otherwise. He had felt his manhood begin to stir the moment he first saw her, well before she brought up the idea of such satisfaction. There was definitely no argument offered from there. She seemed to take his lack of objection as agreement and wasted no time at all! The giant fennec bounded forward and sprang headlong onto him, knocking him backwards into the library behind him and crashing through the walls. Books flew everywhere! It would appear to be a practice of giant creatures to give no regard towards the safety of buildings. Amazingly, neither of them were really harmed by it. Brick and concrete walls crumbled like cardboard to them and they tossed and rolled one over the other through the side wall and back into the street until, at last, she was on top of him. He fought but she fought harder. He wanted to wrestle her off but she wanted to stay on even more and so she did. With him already pinned like that it was an entirely uphill battle for him, with her hips swaying so close to his throbbing cock he could already feel some of his will to fight leave him. She raised her rump and he could see between her legs, ceasing his thrashing completely. Skee watched as the fennec girl leaned in, pressing her weight further on his arms and chest while the lips of her wet pussy grew closer and closer to the end of his shaft, both practically screaming in desire of that which was so close. When they touched he felt almost paralyzed in anticipation. He didn't want to fight her right now. He didn't want to ruin it. Right now he wanted the only movement to be her sliding down on him. He held his breath and she descended. Skee gasped, a sharp inhale, as if she had pulled the breath from him as her warm, tight sex took him in. The fennec held it there for just a moment, savoring how he looked right now, feeling him pulsing inside her. Then slowly she raised herself and pushed back down in a quickening rhythm she built from obvious experience. Her movements were fluid and smooth, practiced to perfection. This girl most certainly knew what she was doing. His body was a riot of sensation right now, his mind was overtaken by it. Together the two of them expanded over the city streets, crushing cars
and toppling trees as if they didn't even exist. He grew further inside her and she grew around him to keep the pace. He had known this feeling before but what was it about her that felt so amazing? Was she simply that good at it? Did being a two-hundred foot tall titan make everything feel that much better? Her ass rose and fell, cheeks clapping together as she speared him into herself again and again, occasionally holding to let the muscles along the walls contract around him, attempting to coax spurts of ivory-white surrender from him. The next thing he saw was her leaning forward and his entire field of vision filling with her huge breasts as she pressed them against his face, letting gravity and her sheer size do all the work. Those heavy round tits of hers smooshed against him, billowing out towards the sides when they met the resistance of his muzzle. Somewhere, his head was buried in there, lost to the observer underneath so much soft flesh. The lizard could feel one of her nipples close to his cheek and could not rightly resist turning his head just enough to dart his tongue out and lash it gently against it. It was too convenient and too tempting. No, he couldn't say it wasn't enjoyable, and indeed in another situation he might just let this happen. And while having her ride him like a horse felt absolutely amazing, the fact remained that it gave her the advantage and let her dictate how things happened. While Skee had no intention on holding back, letting himself go like this would be a clear win for him as she was obviously in control at the time. It would not end like this. Somewhere in his head a plan formed. He gave that nipple a playful nip and heard her gasp in surprise, pause for just a moment but a moment was all he needed. He took advantage of the break. It took a herculean effort of willpower to push her off of him, less from the need in strength but more from voluntarily pulling out of a pussy so heavenly. It would be worth it, he told himself. As he took to his feet again he could feel his cock pounding away, angry at him, and its will behind his continued ascension. Not that it went any faster -only now there was a single-minded purpose to it. He saw his opponent: she was reeling, shaking in the throes of orgasm. The fennec had kept herself just short of it but Skee had sent her over the edge. Now, any other time he might find this grounds for victory but he was not done with her yet. The massive lizard moved forward and grabbed her, turning her about and putting her before a resolute looking parking structure. She gasped and offered surprisingly little resistance to this, either too sapped to fight or wanting this as much as he did. A clawed hand to her back pushed her forward, bent over the building, rump on display for him and he did not waste this opportunity. He dove upon her like
a lizard possessed and pushed himself into her, stretching her once more. She cried out in mirth, he drove himself further in. Now he was the once working his hips: a rougher more forceful approach. He enjoyed every little gasp he wrought from her, heaping bliss on her like she did to him before, well in control of the pacing. Time and time again Skee pushed her right to the edge but held her there in revenge. He stilled himself when he felt her drawing close. The fennec girl felt Skee's tremendous length throbbing inside her as he held her there for just a moment. Yet that moment felt so long, his heartbeat racing along his shaft and the drum-like force travelling into her. The pulsing caused her toes to wiggle, her abs to clench around the bulge formed in it, and her hips to shift back and forth. They still grew together, causing their skin to shift and writhe across one another and creating that wondrous friction. A moan escaped her lips and that coupled with her twisting and turning around him pushed him to the limit of his discipline before he was back to thrusting madly. But soon he couldn't hold back anymore. It came like a wave over him that he had no hope of stopping. He grabbed her hips and slammed in one last time, deep as he could go, and held her there as he felt his balls tighten and draw up. Her stomach immediately began bulging from the force of being flooded so quickly. Skee grit his teeth and rode it out. Having kept himself on the edge for so long, he was hardly prepared for the intensity. Her belly grew obscenely from the amount he issued, bloating in waves in time with each enormous spurt. She groaned, a verbal echo to the straining sound coming from her swollen belly. At last it became so round and taut, the pressure so great, that it gushed out from around him even as he stayed buried within. Eventually he stopped, having none left to give and, after a long moment of catching his breath, looked down at her. The fennec's belly had grown to the point where it had partially collapsed two levels of the parking structure with its girth alone! She settled to the ground as he pulled himself from her, far too heavy and full to move much at all, almost comically so. In fact, she was so round it gave him an idea. Bracing himself against the building, he placed one foot paw on the still-recovering fennec girl and pushed off. The result? She actually began to roll away somewhat, lengthwise -much to Skee's amusement. "Guess this means I win, huh?" he called after her and laughed. And as he watched her wobblingly roll off towards the sunset, recovering enough to shake her fist and gurgle empty threats as she did so, he wondered how any of this should be possible. How both of them got to be so large and how she managed to stay so comically round eluded him. Then again, so far, today was a day of
strange possibilities.