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Slim Chance 3 - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2019-09-29 04:06:39 +0000 UTC
Amanda could not help but compare herself to the guard leading her through the facility. He was of average height, somewhere between 5’6’ and 6’ tall. It was hard to guess exactly how tall he was, the top of his head did not not reach her waist. His torso was thinner than the thickest part of her thigh and his arms might as well have been toothpicks compared to hers. If she wanted she could pin him against the wall with one leg, it probably wouldn’t require any strength at all. She was so big that he would have an easier time pushing a car- at least those had wheels.
At over twelve feet tall Amanda knew her weight was pretty similar to a car’s. Months ago her increasing weight had bothered her until Alan explained that she was judging herself by ‘human’ standards which no longer applied. Human females did not stand twelve feet tall. Human females did not lift a thousand pounds with ease. And they certainly did not keep getting bigger and stronger week after week. Amanda accepted this reasoning, even though the whole ‘goddess’ bit Alan included with it seemed shaky.
Alan’s logic was far from the only shaky thing around her lately.
More and more she could actually feel the floor trembling beneath her steps. Sometimes lights flickered overhead or floors rattled or glass vibrated. Walking was a constant reminder of how large she had grown, and it made her a little wet. Not as wet as the thought of shoving the guard against the wall and bullying him. She imagined how at first he would be angry and fight back, then once he realized he couldn’t budge her he would try to reason. When that didn’t work he would plead and beg until she finally let him go. The last part was what she yearned for, the guard wasn’t particularly handsome so she didn’t want to screw him, she just wanted to see his face when he finally realized that there was nothing he could do to stop her. She wanted to experience his fear and helplessness and leave him trembling like a leaf.
Amanda’s pussy grew moist at these thoughts.
She was glad for the pad she was wearing, it wasn’t her time of the month but she wore a pad almost constantly now to hide the effects of her near-constant arousal. Her nurse, Lana, had explained that her increased libido was because of the disease, which Amanda did not really mind. It was a little annoying being horny all the time, but she frequently got herself off by dominating the patients Alan and Lana delivered. And when that wasn’t enough, she always had her drawer of toys. The horniness was hardest to bear in situations like these, where she wasn’t headed back to her room or a private session in the gym where she could easily bring herself to a screaming orgasm. All she could do was savor the trembling of the ground beneath her and the sight of the diminutive man in front of her.
Eventually they came to a set of double doors which the guard pushed open, allowing sunlight to flood the hallway. Amanda ducked, was forced to bend nearly double, and stepped out of the building into a large yard surrounded by a menacing security fence topped with barbed wire. Lansing Research was positioned on a hill outside the main part of the city and beyond the fence she could make out the grey muddle of urban sprawl. The turf sank beneath her feet as though she were stepping in mud and tracks she left behind were large enough to hide a cat in. “You’ve got one hour,” the guard declared.
Amanda ignored him, she would stay as long as she wanted- like always. But much longer than an hour she would risk getting a sunburn. She unfurled the blanket she had tucked under her arm and laid it out on the grass before stretching out on top of it. Tanning time was a new privilege she had been allowed in exchange for letting them draw extra samples from her. Though in truth she was almost never tested anymore. After throwing a tantrum she had convinced the staff to let Lana draw all the blood and run the other tests necessary. As far as Amanda knew Lana was forging the results for all of it, but it didn’t really matter to her either way. If they found out what she was dosing herself with dozens of variants of the disease she would just break into the place where they stored the growth pills and eat them. Amanda was so confident in this plan that she had stopped showing the slightest amount of respect to the Lansing staff. Not that she had been giving them much respect before. It was hard to take anyone seriously when their head was level with her ass.
Amanda yawned, stretched then began to strip off her clingy grey suit allowing the sun to warm her skin. Immediately she felt the guard’s eyes fix on her. “Enjoying the show, perv?” she said mildly. Being forced to strip so often for tests had made her completely unashamed of nudity, but it was fun to screw with the staff.
“Should I go find one of the female guards?” the guard replied reluctantly.
“I don’t care,” Amanda shrugged.
The guard hesitated for a long moment before responding, “I’ll stay.”
Amanda snorted. “Big surprise.” She lifted the economy size bottle of suntan lotion that had been bundled in her blanket and waved it back and forth. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and put this on.” Again the guard hesitated. “Come on, what are you worried about? I’m telling you it’s okay. If you do a good job I might even ask for you by name next time.”
“Do you even know my name?” the guard replied skeptically.
Amanda sighed in annoyance, “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Julio.” Footsteps whispered through the grass behind her before a tan hand pulled the lotion from her grip. “Julio Rodriguez, and you better not try to get me in trouble. I need this job.” Amanda smiled inwardly, it was so easy to manipulate little guys. Men fell into one of two categories, they either feared her size or were enamored with it. Frequently both, and Julio, seemed no different from all the rest.
“Better do a good job then,” Amanda mumbled, stifling another yawn. Julio did not waste any time filling his palms with lotion and Amanda compliantly rolled onto her back, forcing him to step back or risk getting crushed beneath her hip. Now on her belly she stretched her arms out to pillow her head while Julio got to work. His fingers felt small and weak as they smeared lotion across her broad back. “Don’t leave streaks,” she complained. “Use those puny things you call muscles.” Julio paused as though to offer a retort then simply redoubled his efforts, working his fingers vigorously into her back with enough aggression that Amanda guessed he was trying to hurt her. It didn’t hurt though, his fingers felt wonderful and by the time he was done with her upper back she was completely relaxed and well on her way to falling asleep.
Julio’s hands left her back for an extended length of time and Amanda lazily muttered, “Butt.” She started to get irritated when he didn’t immediately resume but relented when his hands began to work the area where here glutes met her lower back. When she was lying down her ass created a crease and a steep shelf that required Julio to contest the weight of her ass cheeks in order to fully lotion her backside. Amanda enjoyed hearing him grunt and struggle to shift the meaty globes of her butt. One of them probably weighed as much as Julio did, if not more, and it was everything he could do to manage their rotundature.
As his hands climbed the hillocks of her butt Amanda’s arousal returned with a vengeance. The space between her legs quickly flooded with liquid warmth, her nether lips priming with the thrill of Julio’s fingers sinking deep into her ass. Julio was not unaffected, his breathing had grown heavy and probably from more than just the effort of lotioning her. Amanda snuck a hand underneath her body, probing with a finger until she found her clit. She threw back her head and a moan shuddered from her throat. Julio stopped and she hissed, “Keep going!”
The guard did not need to be told twice and Amanda could feel his tiny erection bumping up against her thigh as he worked. Eventually he had to switch side to lotion her other cheek, by this point Amanda knew there was a stain spreading on the towel beneath her sopping pussy. Another minute passed and Julio’s fingers were no longer biting as deeply as she craved, he was tiring out. So weak! All he had done was lotion her back and ass and he was becoming exhausted. He pushed with a little too much force with a bad angle and his hands slipped off her ass and Amanda felt his face plant into her left cheek. She bit her lip and quietly flooded the towel with juices as Julio picked himself up her lotion-slicked ass. “If you wanted to eat my ass you should have asked,” she breathed.
“I s-slipped is all,” Julio stuttered, sounding nervous for the first time since they had begun talking. That alone brought Amanda’s arousal back up as though she had not orgasmed at all.
“I didn’t say stop,” she replied demandingly.
“S-sorry.” Julio resumed lotioning her rump while Amanda playfully flicked her clit. Her knuckles smeared with the copious fluids she’d doused the blanket with and judging by the quantity trickling over her fingers there was a lot more where that came from. Lana said increased lubrication and ejaculate were part of the disease along with more potent pheromones. Amanda didn’t care so long as she didn’t have to clean up the mess. That would become another chore for Julio in exchange for the privilege of touching her ass.
Julio finished working lotion into her cheeks and began working down the length of Amanda’s thighs. “You didn’t finish my ass,” she complained.
“Huh?”
“You gotta really get in there,” Amanda grinned. Had Julio seen her expression he likely would have dropped the lotion and high tailed it away, but he did not.
“Umm, I can’t reach?”
Amanda huffed in fake irritation and spread her legs, slipping her fingers out of her pussy as she did, so as not to draw attention to how much she had been working herself over. “Come on, get in there.” By this point Julio’s unfulfilled arousal was clouding his judgment and he stepped over Amanda’s calves and moved between her thighs. “My taint too,” Amanda purred. Julio knelt down and as his knees became damp he realized that the darkness between Amanda’s thighs was more than shadow. The puddle of hyperactive pheromones was so powerful he slumped forward and for a long moment breathed heavily, taking in her scent.
Amanda could not wait any longer.
She reached back, shoved his head between her legs, and snapped them shut. Julio squirmed delightfully beneath her she used her legs to flip his body around so that he faced the sky. Then she smothered his face with her pussy and began to grind into his head, moaning without restraint. After a few moments Julio’s movements became frantic- which only served to arouse Amanda further. His nose and chin whipped back and forth across her sensitive spots as she grinded on his face, as effective at pleasure her as if he had been using his tongue- more even. Knowing that he was struggling to escape sent her arousal spiraling higher and higher until with a piercing scream she orgasmed again. Her pussy clenched and unclenched and each contraction unleashed a torrent onto his defenseless face. After a few cycles Julio’s struggles slackened, and after a couple more he stopped moving altogether.
Amanda was too caught up in rapture to notice the body beneath her had gone completely limp. Eventually her repeated orgasms subsided and she spent another few seconds resting blissfully before remembering someone was still trapped beneath her. Reluctantly she rolled off to inspect her handiwork. Julio’s hair was plastered to his head, his face smeared with milky fluid. His eyes were open, sightless, and unblinking. “Oops,” Amanda said softly. She wondered if she should run and try to get help but it was pretty obvious that Julio was beyond helping.
She plucked the radio from his uniform and switched over to the frequency Alan had told her about. The radio felt like a toy in her hand, the tip of her thumb was wider than the button but she managed to get it pressed. “Alan,” she said with a glance down at Julio’s lifeless body. “There is a mess here that needs to be cleaned up.”
A long silence followed. Then a sudden burst of static. “What happened?” It was Alan’s voice.
“I sorta fucked a guard to death.”
“You did WHAT?”
“It wasn’t my fault, he got really handsy with me,” Amanda said, biting her lip. She knew she should be feeling something but the only regret she felt was for the fact that she couldn’t ride his face again. That orgasm had been incredible.
“You’re sure he’s dead?”
“Pretty sure.”
“Okay, listen,” Alan replied, clearly fighting down a surge of panic. “You have to make it look like an accident.”
“It was an accident,” Amanda admitted.
“Okay well it has to look like one,” Alan urged vehemently.
“Calm down.” Amanda rolled her eyes at Alan’s hysterics. How many guys would have killed to go the way Julio did? She had practically done him a favor. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“Shit. Okay, okay, let me think. Alright so you fell asleep, right? And he tried to come cop a feel and you rolled over in your sleep and crushed him. We can get him cleaned up, make that work. Sexual fluid on him will just incriminate him. So you just need to roll over him, okay?”
“How is that better than smothering him with my pussy?”
“Trust me, it just is,” Alan replied through gritted teeth. Then he seemed to recall he was talking to. “Sorry Goddess, I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up just please do as I ask?”
“Sure, whatever,” Amanda replied disinterestedly. She couldn’t wait until this whole charade was over and she could just grow and fuck and crush to her heart’s content. She let the radio fall to the grass and walked back over to lie down beside Julio. It was a shame to lose him, his fingers had felt pretty good on her butt. Oh well, she would find another. There were millions more just like him, and there was only one of her. They would all do what she wanted sooner or later.
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CW Moss
Totally smoking hot chapter GTortoise!!
CW Moss
Totally hot chapter GTortoise!!
