Surpassing the O-zone

Mykhaila let out a small moan.

"OH TOM, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW GOOD THIS ALL FEELS. IT'S LIKE THERE IS THIS CONSTANT CURRENT OF PLEASURE, LIKE A DAM WAITING TO BE BROKEN. I'M SO ON EDGE. LIKE, MY SKIN IS AS SENSITIVE AS MY NIPPLES WHERE AND THE REST JUST GOT EVEN, LIKE I DON'T KNOW, MORE!"

Thomas licked her skin, and felt her skin stretch under him.

"UNH, MORE!"

Her voice shook his ribcage. The flesh of her nipple pushed him and he fell backward on her palm. Thomas backed up: the pulsating mass of nipple in front of him gradually expanded, threatening to roll over him if he stayed there. Fortunately, everything slowed down after a few minutes. Mykhaila's hand now seemed as big as a large park to him. Her nipple as erect as it could ever be, it now towered like a massive construct of alien origin.

"OH TOM, YOU SHOULD BE CAREFUL. JUST A FEW MORE LIKE THAT AND I WOULD HAVE SQUASHED THE BARN BEHIND ME. JUST MY HUGE FAT OVER A PEBBLE."

She laughed. Everything shook.

There was no way for Thomas to know, but he guessed she was sitting down. Everything with her scale was throwing him off. All he could see was her hand and her breast taking up most of his sight like a cliff.

"TOM, I'M CRAVING SEX LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. MY FIRST AND LAST TIME SHOULD BE WITH YOU."

The nipple receded. MykhaÏla was actually taking her hand out, and down.

"HERE YOU GO LOVER."

His vision saw her abs, then her navel, and then the start of large, stringy hair from her pubis.

"JUST DO WHAT YOU CAN!"

Her voice echoed. Much like with her nipple before, Mykhaila brought her hand closer to the top of her vagina. Hair pressed all around him like a sudden forest of vines. There, in the middle of it all, a quickly growing, fleshy mass was protruding out of a hill of skin. Her clitoris was erecting. Thomas could feel the angle of the ground shift as she cupped her hand, using gravity to push him forward. He fell, unable to grab any of her pubic hair as he quickly fell toward the monstrous sex.

The crash was sudden, the impact relatively painless.

"UHNNN YES! PLEASE!" she screamed.

Thomas caressed the fleshy ground he was on. But there was no reaction. He looked up. Through Mykhaila's massive breast in the distance, he saw her looking at him, a huge grin painted her face as she saw his tiny, ineffective movements. Thomas started humping the ground while forcefully hitting the ground with his fists. That was enough. Everything shook. Mykhaila grabbed a nipple with one of her hands. The other placed two fingers around the base of her clitoris. Once Thomas felt safe, seeing the monumental pillars of her fingers laying without the need to massage her sex, he started his ministrations anew.

Everything shifted, the beefy light-pink ground expanding every which way. Her fingers took more and more of his field of view, her pubic hairs stretching more and more toward the sky, becoming less like vines and more like massive, constantly growing and expanding redwood tree trunks. Mykhaila yelled, filling the air with a constant barrage of sound that kept hitting Thomas' body. He increased the tempo with his hips, pressing his engorged cock head against her clitoris. The speed at which Mykhaila expanded picked up speed. Her tremendous sex was now the size her palm was before. A moment later, it was more. Thomas could hear the sound of a rushing waterfall as Mykhaila ejaculated a thick, constant stream of potent vaginal lube. It fell down in the fields below, crashing down on the crops like a hammer, pushing the products around, smashing against a barn, flattening some trees from the strength of the cum current.

Thomas turned on his back, slightly tired from his ineffective trashing. And then he saw it: Mykaïla, occupied with yanking her right nipple, her eyes closed, her mind gone, allowed her instincts to take over. He saw the gargantuan, wrinkly monolith that was her index finger rise up from his side. For a moment, it seemed, it hovered over him, and then saw the tip quickly fall on him. Tom didn't even have time to scream. All he saw was a meteor of flesh fall on him with the presence of a mountain. He crossed his arms in front of his face and braced. The ground trembled to a degree unlike anything he had experienced. The engorging clitoris pushed him upward against her finger.

Large booming sounds passed his ears. Mykhaila moaned. Her voice became more ethereal with every passing moment. Thomas realized he was still alive. He looked around. On each side of him stood high walls of skin. It seemed to create a tunnel going forward, curving far off in the distance. "Her fingerprint", thought Thomas. Amazed at the scale, he realized he had been spared by the depression of flesh. He ran toward one of the fleshy walls. Small, intertwined scales were distinguishable to his eyes. Skin cells. He could actually see the squary mounds of dead skin cells that composed Mykhaila's outer epidermis. Thomas grabbed on them and climbed up like one would climb an artificial climbing wall. Suddenly the finger started rubbing back and forth with increasing tempo. Thomas felt the scales he was grabbing on grow in size, the print around him growing increasingly massive, stretching toward kilometers of distance.

And then the ground of flesh disappeared. Tom hanged on with all his strength as he saw the mountain sized clitoris become smaller as he got farther from it... until the finger went back down, passed the engorged sex, and straight inside Mykhaila's fat, engorged labia. Mykhaila pushed three to four of her fingers deeper inside her vaginal opening. Thomas saw large red walls surround him, and suddenly there was ground again. Dark, red and wet, Thomas dropped down from his precarious position the moment her finger slowed down its movements. His feet sank a bit. Bulbous bumps the size of sea shells encompassed his area. They contracted and relaxed in rhythm. The finger moved down the gargantuan cavern, deep in a darkness that Thomas could not see the end of.

As the contractions kept happening, Thomas noticed transparent, muddy white liquid pooling against his feet. It seemed to just appear straight out of the ground, through whatever membrane he was standing on. And then, in but a moment, it rose up like a tidal wave, passing his head. Some got inside Thomas' mouth. It was Mykhaila's lube. He felt the powerful soundwaves of her voice pass through him still as she continued to moan. The liquid shifted position, and the void took ahold of Tom's stomach as he simply fell down on the pulsating red flesh as the water evacuated. The bumps around him were still growing, now four to five times as tall as him. At the rhythm it was going, he would be the size of a large cell to her. The white water came back, and his feet left the ground as he floated upward.

That was it. The current pushed him. Thomas tumbled, unable to grasp anything. His eyes closed, he could still suddenly distinguish light. He tried swimming every which way, but the strength was too much. Gravity suddenly seemed to pull him down, fast at first, and slower and slower as everything seemed to calm down. Almost out of breath, panicking for air, Thomas finally felt the ground, and then Mykhaila's cum level passed down his shoulders.

Gasping for air, the vision that befell him was apocalyptic. The farm fields he had seen before were gone. Nothing was left but an unending sea of cunt lube. A small hill at the very edge of the horizon, pale and clouded by the atmosphere, the type of hill you could never see but on a perfectly clear day so far it is from you, was serving as a resting point for the heel of her foot. Thomas followed the leg that departed from it, all the way to her knee upward in the sky. So high it was to him it seemed to be slightly hidden by the atmosphere. Craning his neck, he turned around and saw something that would be burned in his mind forever: the massive, quivering and open genitalia of Mykhaila. The top of it seemed to bend with light, clouds barely reaching through the bottom of the opening. And on and on he saw Mykhaila's hand go in and out. Gently, she stopped her motions. He saw the hand depart, and saw it fall down to the very horizon. Her stomach bobbed up and down as she slowly relaxed, and the growth stopped.

In despair and excitement, Tom fell on his knees and came.

The vision was overbearing.

He saw Mykhaila hunch over, looking down between her legs. Her breasts had fattened down to her navel, her nipples fattened up to the size of her thumbs.

Thomas saw her mouth move. He put his hands over his ears and waited. After a short while, the shockwave of her voice slammed him, like the windwall of a hurricane.

"ARE YOU STILL THERE TOM?" The ground shook, the pool of her juices actually forming cum waves out of her sound pressure..

"TOM, YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME. IF YOU'RE STILL THERE, FIND A SAFE HAVEN. I SEEM TO BE OK UP HERE IN SPACE SOMEHOW. I'M GONNA OUTGROW THIS PEBBLE."

Mykhaila smiled. Like a cataclysmic creature, she stood up. The earth shook with the strength of a thousand earthquakes. Standing tall, toward infinity, Thomas lost sight of her. All he saw was gigantic legs towering into space. So high up even her nether regions were almost lost to the blur of the atmosphere. Her feet, over in the distance seemed to now press more and more into the ground, actually bending the crust of the planet, bending the horizon itself.

Thomas stood up as best as he could despite the growing tremors. He brushed himself from the dust and grime that stuck on his body wet from her juices. Everything became night. Thomas looked up, he saw she had shifted, and her right foot was coming down toward him. What had probably been a few centimeters to her was enough to bring her foot all the way from the horizon to Thomas' position. The entire sky filled up with massive toes that lowered toward him. But he did not move. Whatever he did, he could not be of any impact from whatever destiny she created for him. He was at her complete mercy. The foot smashed down. He ended up right between two of her toes. The ground rose up, peeling off the Earth's crust. Tom was propulsed in the air with the soil he had stood on. Like dusty sand being propelled up after a kick, his entire area had been upheaved.

The fall felt slow. Until his patch of dirt finally hit a curve of flesh. Somewhere on her big toe, he was sliding down a flesh ravine. A wrinkle down her phalange had caught the mound of dirt. The patch of ground he laid on shrank in circumference as it slid down inside the fold, leaving parts of it behind due to friction. Until finally Thomas fell off with small bits of leftover rocks tumbling down around him. He was stuck inside a fold of her skin, yet for all he knew it could be the Grand Canyon.

It had been a few hours. Thomas had been walking aimlessly, stuck inside the crevice of skin that kept expanding from time to time. Progress had been slow. He had to constantly escalate large walls of skin cells that were piled on all over like the interior of a Mille-Feuille. Most of the time they were small enough that he could simply jump and reach the top, but sometimes he would stumble upon an intertwined pile that called for his climbing skills. Every few minutes, everything would shake immensely, the walls would move and the ground would shift. Thomas had no idea if she was still walking around. At her size, Mykhaila now probably drifted into space. It was hard to tell. But at least he was relieved he could still breathe.

Someone moaned. Someone very close by. A woman. Thomas stopped abruptly and looked around. He could not believe he had just heard another person. He climbed up the massive skin cell in front of him. and there, on top of it, a tall girl was sprawled out on her back. Her long jet black hair draped her fair features. Her subtly darker skin, typical of someone from south east asia, betrayed her origin. She was intensely, furiously masturbating.

She stopped as she noticed Thomas and rose up, covering her breasts.

"Sorry to intrude!" yelled Tom at her as he approached her position from atop the skin cell.

She smiled and seemed to relax at the sight of this little man's nude form. As Thomas reached her, he noticed her shoulders stood just above his eyesight. Without even introducing herself, she pushed him down, held his arms by his side and mounted his midsection.

"Fuck me. Fuck me until the end. I don't care anymore." She told him with an excited expression. Thomas displayed a large grin, and shook his head approvingly. His sex hardened easily. They grabbed each other, and fell into a deep embrace. As his fat cock head penetrated her, her moans reverberating through the walls of the flesh canyon. The ground started shaking again. It did nothing to stop them. Up into the deep unknown of space, Mykaïla had put her hand against her swollen, excited sex again.

The cell they fucked on started growing in all directions. And for the next few minutes the large skin fold they laid in enlarged to such a proportion the opposing walls became clouded in the distance of the horizon.

As Thomas let himself be mounted by his newfound friend.

"This isn't so bad", he thought.

He smiled, got up, pushed her down. His small stature comical compared to her lengthy body. But she let him. Her legs opened, he got back in her again.

They kissed as the shockwave of a space travelling moan reached them. They both orgasmed at the same time.