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 welled 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.

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