Amy Zonn: Beauty Treatment (Part 2)
Scott Grildrig
21-Aug-1993
It wasn't dawn that disturbed her dreams.
It was the sound of sirens that woke her.
She was confused, surrounded by blinding lights, laying down
within a jumbled of broken tarmac. She was naked, but for the
lab coat. Sirens shouted at her. She cowered within herself.
Then it struck her.
She was small.
Voluptuous, yes. The hormonels were irreversable, but the
gigantic size had been lost. She did not move when the men
came and lifted her, and put her in the van. Her mind was
aswirl with equations, formulas, theories, frightened out of
her wits, Amy retreated to the comfort of her discipline. She
tried to figure out what had happened.
One other man rode with her in the van.
He did not avert his eyes from her naked body.
She wrapped herself as best she could in her tattered lab
coat, and tried to think. Where had the mass gone? She would
have thought it impossible for her to have shrunk in this way
without producing an enormous explosion. She mulled it over
trying various ideas on it. When solving a problem between
two systems, look first for differences. Being small again
was the problem. What else was different?
The euphoria.
She was cold, frightened. In her sleep she had relaxed, settled
down into misty dreams. Perhaps the energy had not been
disapted, perhaps it was still accessable, only stored in some
way. She thought about it for a while, as the van raced and
bounced down the streets. She was dealing with quantum effects,
systems that could be modified through observer interaction. It
seemed impossible that a chemical change could make an impression
at the quantum level. But that was the premise of her experiment.
She needed to try something.
The guard was still staring at her.
Unfolding her legs, she placed her barefeet upon the cold
steel floor. Looking at the man from under her long lashes
she slowly parted her legs, gave him a clear, unobstructed
view of her honey-colored pussy. His gaze drifted to between
her long legs. Having him watch her body was nice, but not
arousing. Amy slid her hand down her breasts, over her belly
and into her lush blonde nest. Combing the hairs with her
fingers, she spread her vulva, giving him a nice look at her
wet inner pinkness. Her eyes stayed on him, his eyes stayed
on her pussy. Biting her lower lip, Amy lolled her fingers
around her vulva, and tickled her clit. With her other hand
she cupped her right breast and toyed with it. The guard's
attention was rivited to her body, she could see the huge
buldge in his pants. Under her fingers her nipples began to
harden, her vulva began to swell with passion, her cunt began
to grow warm and wet. Spreading her legs further she slowly
inserted two fingers into her vagina and pumped them in and
out, taking her time with each stroke. Then she pulled her
fingers out. The guard's eyes followed her hand as she
raised it to her lips. She pouted at him, opened her mouth,
and wrapped her lips round her fingers.
He was perspiring.
She was getting horny.
Spreading her legs wider, she gave him her best come hither
look, which must have been pretty good, because with only a brief
hesitation he dove forward. His mouth was a glorious wetness
against her cunt. Amy struggled to contain her moanings, felt
the excitment churning within her body.
Then it struck.
Her body began to grow.
She felt her ass slip forward on the bench, her head pressed up
against the roof of the van. Her dwindling cunnilingus lover
didn't notice at first, and when he did look up Amy laughed and
with a hand the size of a chair, pressed his face back between her
legs. His futile struggles were a big turn on for her, but it was
getting cramped in the van. More, her increased weight was making
the van difficult to control, and the driver stopped. Going around
the back, he opened the rear doors, and Amy's hand reached out and
grabbed his chest. With some effort she squeezed out of the doors,
reached in and grabbed her pussy licker. Slamming him down on
the ground she sat on his face, while she wrapped her hand round the
other guy's head and rubbed his face over her nipples.
Around her the convoy was coming to a confused halt. Men poured
out of the trucks and watched in awe as Amy continued her regrowth.
Her two tiny lovers grew smaller and smaller in relation to her
mindnumbing expansion, she was rubbing the one guy's entire body
over her enormous breasts. While she engulfed the other's head in
her vagina, and left him dangling. Someone began firing at her,
but it was too late, she was too large for the bullets to do more
than annoy her. With a sneer on her pretty face, Amy climbed to
her feet. Reaching between her legs she thrust her tiny sextoy
completely into her cunt, moaning in delight. Then she cast aside
her other little man, and advanced on the convoy. The euphoria made
anything possible, anything desireable. The tiny man squirming in
her vagina excited her beyond restraint. With every step she grew
larger, taller, towering over the tiny men, dominating them as if
they were bugs.
Looking down at them Amy licked her lips, her hands cupped her
mammoth breasts, and she played with herself, while considering
what to do next. The desparate squirming of her vaginal prisoner
decided it for her.
"I HAVE AN IDEA FOR AN EXPERIMENT." she said, "HOW MANY TINY MEN
DO YOU THINK I CAN FIT IN MY CUNT?" she pursed her lips, raised
her eyebrows, "FIVE? FIFTEEN?" She grinned, "ALL OF YOU? LET'S
FIND OUT."
Dropping to her knees with an impact that rocked the
city, she reached out with her hand and plucked a tiny man up
between her thumb and finger. Spreading her vulva with her other
hand she plunged the hapless tidbit into her cavernous depths,
then reached out for another. The tiny men panicked and tried
to flee from her, their terror was intoxicating, and each new
addition to her cunt added to her pleasure. She crammed every
little man she could find into the hot hungry wetness between
her thighs. The excitement, the sense of power was incredible,
closing her thighs together, she trapped them within her body.
She began massaging her giant breasts, teasing herself with her
impending orgasm. She wanted to cum all over her little harem of
cunt dwellers, drowning them in her love juices. She wanted to
squeeze them, she dominated them, owned them in everyway, and
she wanted them to feel the full unrestrained strength of her
body's pleasure.
Her orgasm was tremendous.
She shouted her pleasure out with words of thunder, her gigantic
body rocked the earth. Buildings shook on their foundations
as she let her body impose its lust driven will upon the tiny
men in her cunt. Her vagina spasmed, contracted, crushed the
tiny men from every side. The sensation was too much, and she
screamed herself hoarse with release. Then let the orgasm ebb
like a slowly receeding tide.
Exercising her vagina she ejected her batch of tiny lovers from
her immense cunt. There were still a few survivors in the cum
soaked group. But many were crushed, broken by her cruel
sexual play. She grinned, the euphoria was pleased, and amused
itself by squashing some of the survivors. She was a goddess,
and they were her minions, here only to serve her erotic whims.
Why her clitoris was a big as any one of them, and she demonstrated
her superiority to them by squishing a few against it.
One she saved, and raised him to her face.
"Y'KNOW" she said, "I'LL WONDER IF I CAN JUST SCARE YOU TO
DEATH? SHOULD WE FIND OUT? LET'S SEE." she grinned evilly
at him, "HOW 'BOUT THIS. LOOK." and she opened her mouth,
then closed it in an 'O'. "PRETTY BIG, HUH? YOU LOOK KINDA
TASTY TO ME. SMALL AND HELPLESS. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU LITTLE
MAN. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO? SHOULD I JUST SWALLOW YOU
WHOLE AND LET DROWN AND DISSOLVE IN MY STOMACH? OR SHOULD I
CHEW FIRST, GRIND YOU BETWEEN MY TEETH." and she sanpped them
together. "I KNOW." she laughed. "I COULD BITE YOU. START
AT YOUR FEET AND NIP OFF LITTLE BITS OF YOU UNTIL YOU'RE
GONE. OR HOW ABOUT DROWN YOU IN MY SALIVA? I'M DROOLING JUST
THINKING ABOUT HOW YOU'LL TASTE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO IN
THERE WITH MY TONGUE, IT'S BIGGER THAN YOU ARE, I THINK I
COULD CRUSH YOU WITH IT. MAYBE I COULD SUCK ALL THE AIR OUT
AND LEAVE YOU GASPING, OR PUFF UP MY CHEEKS, OR ALTERNATE
REAL FAST. GEE, I GUESS THERE ARE A LOT OF WAYS I COULD
TORTURE YOU JUST WITH MY MOUTH. HELLO?" he had gone limp, but
whether he was dead or just fainted, she couldn't say. She
looked him hm for a moment, then with a shrug tossed him into
her mouth and swallowed him whole.
The experiance of eating a tiny man riviled that of fucking
them whole. Amy felt big and invulnerable, wild and untameable.
Nothing could match her, nothing could compete with her, she
looked at the toy city sprawled out before his and felt contempt
for it. It was a toy for her amusement. And she played rough
with her toys.
Standing, Amy surveyed the city. If she wanted to stay big,
she had to stay excited. She decided that some wanton mayhem
was in order, and twisting on her right foot, lashed out with
her left. Her barefoot smashed through two buildings, scattering
wreckage everywhere. Stepping forward she placed her hand on
another and shoved, it cracked and toppled. Raising her foot she
stomped on a diminutive house, then swung her hip against a
skyscraper and watched it collapse into ruin. Panting, she pulled
off her torn dirty lab coat, hunched down and charged one of the
larger buildings. It blew apart under the impact, and she laughed
and kicked a smaller building. Then she went on a stomping
spree, cars, trucks houses, and the occasional people were
flattened under her soles. Dropping to all fours she crawled around
crushing things under the weight of her hands. Wrapping her fingers
around one house she crushed it like an eggshell. Another was
demolished under her heavy fist. She battered at one with her
behemoth breasts, then squashed a little man who ran out of it
with her nipple. Laying down she rolled, just wanting to feel
tiny things breaking under her weight.
When she stopped, she was prone.
Her head was near to the ground.
She saw a tiny man quaking in fear before her. The euphoria spoke
and she bent her head and poked her tongue out. He stuck to it and
she drew him into her mouth. Laying there she closed her eyes and
concentrated on his movements within her mouth. Toying with him
with her tongue, she could taste his fear of her. She almost started
chewing, but changed her mind and spat him out onto her hand.
"KEEP ME AROUSED, AND YOU CAN LIVE." she told him, and laying back
set him upon her right breast. He was so tiny, clambering up the
enormous swell of her tit, it was like a hill to him. And at its top
her nipple rose out of her brown bumpy areole like the foundation of
a tower. "GET ON TOP OF IT." she commanded, and watched him leap and
catch the top of her nipple, then pull himself up. "NOW RUB IT." He
began stroking the sensitive tip with his hands, "HARDER, LITTLE MAN,
I CAN'T FEEL YOU." he worked harder, pounding her nipple, flailing
his arms. "THAT'S BETTER." she purred.
She watched him for a while, then decided she had to have more.
Ignoring him she rose to her feet, he clung frantically to her nipple
as she stood. Scouting around she succeeded in flushing out several
more tiny men. Just to give them something to think about she took
one and stuffed him deep into her cunt. Then she assigned three
apiece to her nipples, four to her vulva, the rest she squashed
under her fingers.
"OKAY FELLAS" she said, "STRIP FOR ME." there was no argument.
"GOOD. NOW, MAKE ME CUM, AND I MIGHT LET YOU LIVE." and she laid
back and closed her eyes. She felt tiny feet on her breasts, tiny
hands on her nipples. Between her legs she felt tiny men clamboring
through her pussy hairs. When they started on her clit, she started
moaning. What woman ever needed ten men to get her off? She sighed
and resisted the temptation to masturbate. The tiny man deep inside
of her vagina was a writhing delight, and she squeezed him playfully.
"KEEP IT UP BOYS" she said, "YOU'RE DOING FINE."
Amy began to writh under their efforts, her hands twitching, the
little men clung fearfully to her heaving body, but dared not stop
their ministrations. Amy worked her cunt, cruelly pressing her
little slave with the muscles of her vagina. Her head tossed from
side to side, her golden hair flying. She stopped, staring with
glazed eyes at the men on her breasts, she was panting with tension,
straining towards the blessed release of orgasm. The men on her
left breast watched in fear as her right hand rose and fell on
their commrades. While further down, her left hand sought to
finish her rising pleasure. "OOOOOH, SQUIRM.....YAH....." she
ground the one group between her nipple and her hand, while with
her left hand she mashed the others against her clit. She squashed
them and massaged them into her pussy. The little men on her left
breast quaked in fear when Amy orgasmed.
She thrashed wildly, screaming with delight, her body was molten
fire, her cunt a volcano. The tiny man in her vagina was
ruthlessly crushed by her mighty spasms, she laughed and shouted
and played her body. She orgasmed a half a dozen times. Then
relaxing, she let her body luxeriate in the afterglow. The tiny
survivors watched in horror as she licked her fingers clean of
their comrades, mingled with her lucious juices.
"WELL FELLAS." she laughed, "I GUESS I GOT CAUGHT UP IN ALL THE
EXCITEMENT. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW EASY THAT IS." he stretched
and sighed. "IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET DOWN, YOU CAN GO.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO HURRY, THOUGH, I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH AND
MIGHT CHANGE MY MIND. WHY DON'T YOU CLIMB DOWN MY CUNT?"
The tiny men needed no prompting. She felt them scurry down her
enormous breast. Their tiny feet ran across her belly and down to
her pussy. There weren't many ways off her body, but they would
have willingly jumped. She felt them struggle through her lush
mat of pussy hairs, then climb down her vulva. The hairs grew
scarcer and finer, but they managed to reach the ground between
her gigantic buttocks, and ran for their lives.
* * * * * *
Amy tried a few more experiments.
Stepping on a mob was a different sensation, her barefoot covered
dozens at a time. First it was all crunchy poppy, then a warm
gooey muddy mess. She showed the crowd the bottom of her foot
before stepping down again, they didn't seem to like that either.
It must have been an awesome sight, she thought, realizing that
this colossal woman was about to step on you. Making eye contact
with her, watching her swing her great leg forward and raise her
foot into the air. Seeing the dirty wrinkled sole of her gigantic
barefoot getting bigger and bigger as she lowered it, until it
blotted out the sky with its giant size. Then the ponderous weight
of it, the sounds of other little men being squished, feeling the
pressure increase...
Amy shook her head, grinned at the tiny crowd, lifted her
barefoot, and stepped on some more. Doing it as slowly as
possible, savoring their helplessness, anticipating the moment
when they crunched under her foot.
Amy experimented with lactation.
She found a tiny man, and set him upon her nipple, and commanded
him to please her. She concentrated on the stimulation, felt her
glands begin to swell, and her tits to harden. She squeezed her
breast, and was delighted when she nearly blew the little man off
her nipple with jets of her milk.
She filled the palm of her hand with the stuff, and made him swim
in it. Then she raised her palm to her mouth, and sucked him and
the milk into her mouth. She swallowed the milk, liked it. Cupping
her hands under her right breast she lifted it and bent her head.
Amy suckled herself.
The little man struggled desparately in her working mouth, trying
to avoid being mashed between her lips, her tongue and her nipple.
When suddenly her nipple began streaming warm sweet milk into her
mouth. He screamed and gurgled as the stuff blasted him, and gushed
down his throat. He swam in it, thrashing wildly. And when Amy
had a mouthfull, he felt her tongue undulate beneath him, and
carry him back towards her throat. He shrieked and tried to cling
to her tongue, but to no avail, he slipped off and was dragged down
her throat into her stomach with a flood of milk.
Amy licked her lips and suckled some more...
Amy experimented with squishing little men.
She was sitting, a group of tiny men trapped in a fence of her
long tan legs. Between her thumb and forefinger she held a little
man. Holding him up so she could watch him she slowly pressed her
fingers together. His arms and legs thashed wildly, she could hear
him screaming.
"BEG FOR YOUR LIFE." she whispered.
He begged he pleaded.
"KISS MY THUMB."
He hugged her thumb, he kissed it.
"WORSHIP ME." she said, and he prayed to her.
"NOW SQUISH FOR ME." she giggled and increased the pressure. He
flailed wildly, she felt him crunch between her fingers, his head
was thrown back and his guts erupted out of his mouth. She rubbed
her fingers together, turning him into a little grease stain, then
flicked him away, and reached for another...
Amy pissed on them.
She herded a mob of tiny people using her feet, stepping on the
stragglers, finally cornering them against some buildings. Squatting
onto her heels she, fingered her cunt, masturbating. Then she spread
her vulva wide, reaching in with her fingers to part her labia.
There was a moment when nothing happened, then a monstrous jet of
golden piss gushed out into the crowd. The hot yellow torrent swatted
the tiny people aside, washed them away like rice in a river. Amy
twisted her pelvis, covering the entire mob, laughing as her tiny
victims floundered in her piss. She flooded the area, and when her
bladder was empty she watched the tiny people trying to swim in the
acidic stuff. Finally she tired of her sport, and reaching out,
toppled a building into her little puddle, to sop it up.
* * * * * *
At first she only heard them.
Didn't recognize them, at first.
Then while she played with the little people, she began to see
them. Sleek military jets, surveying the area. Watching her.
Amy watched the planes all day.
She found out what was happening. She had caught a military jeep and
interrogated its tiny driver, before dropping him to the ground and
stepping on him. Later they strafed her, and shot a few missiles
at her. But the power that made her huge, also made her invulnerable
to such petty explosions.
They were going to bomb the city.
Certainly, they would not give up, but given the failure of the
conventional weapons, she was sure that they were going to go
nuclear. Amy decided not to try and run. She could shrink down,
of course, but that would only delay the inevitable. Besides,
she had a hunch that it might not work as they planned. So she
amused herself by wrecking some more of the city and terrorizing
some more of the fleeing population. She waited.
They decided to use a plane, instead of a missile.
Amy watched it float lazily across the sky. It was in no
hurry. Then it curved and accelerated. And she waited. Closing
her eyes, and bowing her head.
There was a tremendous flash, and a rush of heat.
For an instant Amy thought she was going to be flattened by
the blast, but then there was that sense of rising. It was
wild, like being in a rocket. She felt heat, then smoke
whirled around her, then there was clean air, thin though.
The process absorbed the engery, reduced the destructive power
of the bomb to a virtual firecracker. The sense of rising
stopped abruptly. She slowly opened her eyes, and gasped.
The world was spread out before her like a map.
The bomb had already disapated, it had been unusually clean.
But the smoke and vapour was at the level of her knees. Clouds
tickled her belly. She had to be more than a mile tall, she
figured somewhere between two and three. She was glad they had
only used a fission device. A fusion bomb might have been too
much for the process to manage all in one instant. Her laughter
rang for scores of miles. Raising her foot she stepped on
dozens of buildings at once, a more vicious stomp made the earth
heave and every remaining building leapt into the air and
crushed back in ruin. She brushed the clouds aside with her
hands and started walking. The ground sank deep under her
unimaginable weight, she left footprints the size of lakes.
A whole town vanished beneath her barefoot, she savored every
crushed building, every mashed tree. Amy trod down hills and
destroyed rivers. A forest was like a mossy bed to
her toes. She was impressed by her size. But really thought
it was too big. She dragged her toes across another town,
left a crater the shape of a barefoot where a clover-leaf in a
highway had been.
A real lake served to slack her thirst, she emptied it in
two handfuls. Then Amy came to a coastal city, the ocean
beckoned to her, but she stopped to play first. Laying down
she stared at the tiny buildings, most only the size of her
fingers. She plucked up a skyscraper between her thumb and
forefinger, the strain was too much and it crumbled to dust.
Walking on all fours, Amy crushed whole city blocks under
her hands and legs. Dipping down she lightly brushed her
nipples over the city, delighting in the way the miniature
buildings exploded at her least touch. She wanted to rub her
nipples harder, laying down her breasts covered an entire
section of the city, Amy couldn't image what it was like for
the little people. She dragged her breasts forward, watched
them roll over entire city blocks, she was a playful goddess.
Feeling more than a little wanton, she rolled over and sat
up, the city crunched nicely under her ass. There was a
stretch of undamaged buildings between her thighs, her cunt
was larger far than any of them. Inching forward carefully,
she spread her vulva and gently closed her lips around a
skyscraper. She didn't dare move or she'd yank it right off
its foundations.
It looked delicious, her pussy kissing a whole damn
skyscraper. She tried to imagine what the microscopic men were
seeing. Her cunt was simply too big for the mind to grasp.
She tensed, made her vagina dilate, then close, she bet
that gave a few tiny men a heart attack. Inching back slowly
she felt her labia slip from the building, with about six
inches between her and it, she reached down and began
masturbating. She knew the windows would be crammed with
tiny men, trying to see her through the cum smeared
windows. She showed them her house-sized clitoris, inserted
fingers the size of skyscrapers into her cunt and fucked
herself. Laying back she lifted herself into an orgasm,
rubbing and playing with her pussy.
Then she sat back up.
Looked down at the tiny building nestled between her great
tan thighs. "THAT'S THE BEST SHOW YOU'LL EVER SEE." she laughed
and crushed the building under her hand. Rising to her feet
she nonchalantly trod with barefeet upon the last few buildings
on her way into the ocean. She had to walk quite a distance
before the waters were high enough to cover her.
After a while she dove down.
Then the planes came, the satellites spied, the subs toured
the waters. But she was gone...
* * * * * *
She dragged herself, sputtering, onto the beach and laughed...
* * * * * *
The tall voluptuous lady wore a hat and dark glasses. It had
been months since the two cities had been destroyed, but she
still saw her face on pieces of paper glued to walls or flashing
by on newscasts. She wandered down the isles, watching the
people, not really shopping.
Something about her bothered the checkout clerk.
"May I help you?" he asked.
She flashed him a winning smile. "No thank-you. I'm just
looking."
He stared at her for a while, then his eyes widened and he
hurried off. She continued her browsing. After a minute or
two she saw the clerk again, talking to a security officer.
Frowning she started to leave, then noticed another man
standing by the door.
With a sigh she headed for the fitting rooms. It would not
take them long to find her. But she didn't need long. She
removed her clothes, admiring her body in the full length
mirror. She began to feel some anticipation, some excitment.
She had been practising control, and had a fine mastery. But it
had been a while since she had let herself go wild. She opened
her purse and removed a vibrator.
The security guards met at the fitting rooms, they heard
the buzzing and the moaning and banged on the door. The
moaning stopped, and a woman's voice, deeper and louder than
might be expected spoke.
"Just a second. I'll be right out..."
* * * * * *
The people in the mall wondered what the people in the
clothing department were shouting about. A few minutes later,
though, they found out, and started screaming themselves...
...End...