Damien's vision was filled with flesh and lust. He looked at his friend to his left and pondered. His shorts displayed a large bulgeous bump. The paler dark skin of the tall sole to his right dominated the view.
"Entertain her, Damien. I'll find a way to get up there and speak to her properly. Pull her back down to earth or something..."
Damien looked puzzled. He had always been comfortable around Jonathan, true, but to even think of giving in to deep, lustful bellows of his soul right here, right now... Jonathan approached Kayla's right foot to his left. He tapped lightly on her heel. The large mass rumbled as her foot slowly fell forward, slamming on the ground with force enough to test his balance. Jonathan moved toward its front. Sitting in front of her toes, he grabbed one. It's length and size was imposing even to his waist. He pressed it, feeling the indent of her print, and simply laid his head on top. The warmth clouded his mind. His sense of self seemed to give way to pure animalistic instinct.
Damien, meanwhile, had slowly advanced toward Kayla. His hand trailed on the skin to his right, feeling the odd forgotten hair here and there. Looking up, he saw large folds in her belly, typical of anyone bending down, looking at something on the ground between their legs while sitting. Her eyes glared at him with a mixture of pride, dominance and lust. The lanky man instinctively knew his only way out of this situation was in front of him. Staring forward, he saw the largest woman sex he had ever seen. He was close now. The aroma he had noticed earlier, while going through Jonathan's living room, was back with the force of a strong gust. But this time he embraced it. Large drops of liquid seemed to pool at its base. A constant, rhythmic pressure expelled it to the same beat he could feel course through her veins.
Damien looked back, at Jonathan, waiting, in a sort of silent request for approbation. His friend motionned at him to keep going.
"Come." Her voice boomed. "Come!" The fat lips of her sex seemed to tense up. Gorging up in blood, augmenting her sensitivity. A large, thick, bulbous red clitoris protruded from atop. "Come!" She repeated.
Damien was stumbling forward, his mind captured. Two large thighs rose up as high as the house behind him. In the middle, the most imposing labia he had ever witnessed. He got as close to it as he could. The air filled with warmth and the peculiar smell of her engorged vagina. His feet depressed the soil as he walked forward on a ground drenched from the flesh opening above. The slit was as tall as he was. Countless folds barred his way like multiple sliding doors. Damien inserted his two hands in the middle and, with all his strength, pushed the enormous skin flaps open. A draft of hot air hit him.
"UNNNGH."
The moan filled the area. Damien pushed onward, put one of his feet up on the bottom of her opening, and propelled himself up. In one swift motion, he was inside her.
Jonathan was pushed back. Kayla curled her toes as she tried to stifle an orgasm. As the foot in front of him trashed around, Jonathan saw how Damien was, again, feeding her craving. They were both, it seemed, easily manipulated into giving in their sexual urges, feeding the now monstrous sized human to increase in size.
Jonathan saw a torrent of fluid expelled from between Kayla's legs, with Damien being ejected at the same time, completely nude. He must have undressed at some point. His large, imposing sex was completely erect, a fat red mushroom on the cusp of ejaculation. As soon as he got his bearings back, her liquid flowing off of him, he ran back to her, and climbed back in. Jonathan had to act quickly. Her toes jumped toward him, yet her foot had barely moved. He had to warn her of what is to come. As soon as the growth slowed, Jonathan sidestepped past her feet and raced toward her hips. Her flesh sprayed out nicely from her behind, allowing him to find footing to climb the distance up the area her thigh and pelvis joined.
"DEEPER!" She yelled. Jonathan couldn't see, but Kayla's trashing told all. Another wave came, filling her with heat as she ejaculated all over the front lawn, her juices strong enough to push Damien's car away slightly. Jonathan felt the skin around him bloat, pushing him inside folds he had to extricate himself from. The top of her thigh now looked a few feet higher.
Craning his neck, he saw Kayla looking up in abandonment toward the sky, her being completely filled with bliss. Her right hand massaging her breasts, using her fingers to knead her nipple like one would a large loaf of bread.
Jonathan grabbed what skin he could, and started to climb the right side of her stomach, quickly passing under the elbow. She was oblivious to him and a slight spasm could send that elbow smashing on her stomach. He hurried. Her large breast kept trashing every which way from her intense ministrations. The skin ahead of him folding in ripples, then back out smooth as she pressed constantly. Jonathan climbed as he could, like one does an indoor climbing station, yet it's as if the walls kept changing form and position. Just as he reached the area under her armpit, Kayla shook. Another, powerful, heart-stopping orgasm rocked her. Damien had reached as deep as he could inside her. A torrent of cunt juice pooled at his feet, rose, and quickly submerged him as the walls of her vagina contracted and expelled her ejaculate with him.
Jonathan saw the armpit get farther away. The skin under his hand expanded. He lost the grip on his right hand. And then his footing.
His heart jumped to his throat as he fell, unable to grasp the dark, enlarging skin in front of him. Only seconds passed, but to him it was minutes.
It was hard for him to describe his thoughts. The first moment was brimming with dread. Vertiginous intent filled his ribcage, clogging up his breathing. The lack of balance threw him on his back, the wind pushing him like a soft mattress. And suddenly calmness. He saw Kayla's armpit get further away. A large, imposing mass propped up on his right as he passed her fat breasts on the way down. Her head moved back down again, her orgasm subsiding. Strands of her braids fell over her shoulders, and after an eternity, her eyes noticed Jonathan.
The air seemed to tremble. A swift movement brought the flesh wall of her arms closer to him. Her biceps contracted, sinews pushing against the bottom of her skin, and then all air escaped his lungs. Jonathan turned around, fist pounding on the ground he had seemingly fallen upon, and searched for air. He finally laid down on his back, gasping as his lungs screeched for salvation. Jonathan still felt movement. Abruptly, the ground propelled itself upward. Her palm. He was in the middle of it. It was obvious now. Her warm flesh. The softness of her skin. The mound of epidermis under her palm had cushioned his fall as she caught him. For a moment, Jonathan grabbed a finger, as big as him. He was just happy to be alive.
Gratitude suddenly filled his body. He turned around. Kayla's cushy lips, the large opening of her nose, blocked his vision. The mouth opened, and Kayla's pearly teeth appeared. Jonathan felt relieved. He should have been terrified of the past ordeal, but the giant smile in front of him simply assured him that all was right. He had finally reached her. Jonathan waved.
"Have you had enough?" he said to her laughing. "I've been trying to climb up so you could hear me."
Kayla turned her head. Her free hand cupped her ear, and soon a large lobe of ear pointed at him.
"SAY AGAIN?" Her voice bellowed.
"I've been trying to get here to tell you something. Just listen to me for a bit." Jonathan paused, hesitating. "Is Damien ok?"
Kayla nodded.
"Look, we don't have much time, so I just want you to be ready for what's coming. I've decided to get us some help... Damien is part of that help."
Out of habit from having to look at her speaker, Kayla turned around, faced Jonathan. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" she asked. Directly aimed at him, and so close to the source, her voice felt like a bang on his body. Kayla moved her head again, her ear close to him anew.
