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 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, bursting 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.

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  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 occasional 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 marveled 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.

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