Worth Every Penny
Two figures faced each other amidst an open field stretching miles in all directions around them. The afternoon sun had begun its descent into dusk, ushering in a pleasant overcast. Clara took a deep breath, taking time to admire the setting while Arik shifted his weight on his feet anxiously. "No one will bother us here," she said. "And trust me, we will want the privacy."
"'Ma'am!' How courteous of you!" Clara giggled and held out her hand. "Now give me your phone. Unlocked. No videos. No pictures. You'll get it back when we finish, but I need to see it with my own two eyes."
Arik retrieved his mobile from his pocket and handed it over. For the obscene sum he'd paid for this opportunity, he would not chance wasting it. Clara verified her instructions had been followed, slipped his device into her pocket, then removed her coat and placed it on the ground. She wore a white blouse, black leggings, and short black boots. Her chestnut brown hair hung to her shoulders framing a soft face with sharp features and a charming smile. Standing approximately his height—a respectable 5'9"—her lean, leggy physique made her seem even taller.
"Close your eyes," Clara said, stepping behind him.
Arik obeyed. "Yes, ma'am."
"Take your clothes off."
"Yes, ma'am." Arik disrobed, taking the time to fold them in a neat stack near his feet.
"Arik, I will say this just once: if you open your eyes before I tell you to, I will kill you. Do you understand?"
"Good, because I'd rather not go into any more detail about hows and whys. Do exactly as I say, however, and I guarantee this experience will be worth every penny of your hard-inherited money."
Arik flinched. "Yes, ma'am."
"Now, be silent and listen." Clara drew in a deep breath and began to grow. With no patience for subtlety, she sprouted upwards with urgency, adding inches by the second. Her clothing struggled to contain her increasing proportions, and two buttons on her blouse surrendered to her modest but growing breasts. The remaining three held on for dear life as the skin of her lengthening midriff slipped into view below. She moaned as her panties grew taut, grinding across her labia. Leaning in, she whispered into his ear. "Arik, do you know what's happening right now?"
"Tell me. What's happening?"
"I am! I've grown at least two feet taller. You'll have to take my word for it, of course." Already towering over her companion, Clara straightened her posture and smirked down at the top of his head. "The thing is, it's so easy for me to grow even bigger." Arik picked up the sounds of stretching cotton followed by several rips and pops, as her bra, blouse, skirt, and underwear simultaneously surrendered to her enlarging frame. Clara began circling him and he felt tremors beneath his feet as her steps grew increasingly heavier. "Tempting, isn't it?" she purred in a husky tenor. "You want to open your eyes now, don't you?"
Arik nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"I bet you do! I mean, I could tell you how big I've grown, but it wouldn't do me any good." Despite having deepened to a rich baritone, Clara's voice retained its sultriness. "By the time I tell you 'you're as high as my belly button,' you'd already be below my waist." When Arik did not respond, she stopped behind him, sat down and scooted in close enough he could feel the warmth of her body.
"Arik, why did you pay so much money for this?"
"Because, ma'am," he began, pausing momentarily at the sound of her legs stretching longer on either side of him. "Seeing a wom—"
"What?" Clara shouted, startling him. "Arik, you're going to have to speak up if I'm going to hear your tiny little voice!"
"Yes, ma'am!" He shouted upward. "Seeing a woman grow into a real giantess is what I want more than anything in this world!"
She leaned in further until Arik could feel her sweltering breath on his bare back. "Anything?"
Arik nodded, repeatedly. "Yes, ma'am. Anything."
Clara sat up, pausing a moment to appreciate her lofty her new view. Her still-increasing mass sunk into the loose soil. "Awwww! That makes me feel so good, Arik. Being wanted. Being worshipped." She wrapped her arms around herself. "You have no idea how amazing it is! You think wealth is power? Or knowledge? Try being fifty freaking feet tall!"
Arik nodded, remaining silent.
"Oh! Here comes the big one. I can feel it!" Clara whispered, in between shallow breaths. She then howled with pleasure as her body surged larger, consuming the surrounding landscape. The sheer volume of her laughter left Arik clutching his ears. Dust and debris filled the air as her increasingly massive form excavated the earth. He hunched over, squeezing his eyes tightly closed and covering his head. Clara, meanwhile, savored the overwhelming thrill of her ascension into goddesshood.
After what seemed an agonizing eternity for Arik, Clara's growth finally ceased. In a matter of minutes, she'd grown to a monumental 120 feet. She scooted closer to Arik, who remained hunched over, facing away from her. While he could not see the vagina large enough to swallow him whole, the potent odor of her fresh desire left him gasping for air. Clara reached down and poked Arik with a finger as long as he was tall.
"Are you ready, Arik?"
She leaned down until he could feel her sweltering breath on his neck. "I said, 'are you ready'?"
Arik gasped at the shift in the air as the massive woman jerked upright. "Yes? Just 'yes?'" An enormous hand seized him, pinning his arms to his sides. He struggled to breathe as her fingers constricted his body like a giant python. She lifted him from the ground towards her face.
"Please," he gasped. "I—"
"Arik, I have good news and bad news for you. The good news is, I will forgive your vulgar lapse in courtesy."
"Thank you, ma'am!"
"The bad news, however, is I'm still going to kill you."
Arik's heart sank. "Why?" he blubbered. "I gave you everything I have!"
"You certainly did!" Clara said, smiling. "And I certainly appreciate your generosity. You did say, after all, you wanted this more than anything. The thing is, I'm not here to give, I'm here to take." Arik struggled desperately within her grasp to free himself, but the combination of terror and shock sapped his resolve. "Let me tell you a secret," she whispered. "What I wanted more than anything was to grow into a giantess and make toys out of pathetic little people like you. I got my wish, and I graciously give others the chance to get theirs. Granted, despite paying me a lot of money, no one has actually earned that privilege, but I've certainly had fun."
A smile spread across Clara's face as she waited for Arik's feeble struggles to die away into soft sobbing. Keeping him faced away from her, she raised him to her face and licked her lips. "There is nothing more delicious to me than the moment when you accept your life is literally in my hands, and you realize how imminently it is about to end." She tightened her ring finger into his midsection. "And, in spite of all that, your sad little dick is still rock solid." Clara squeezed, expelling the air from his body. Arik flailed and scratched wildly, desperate both to escape and to breathe. He tried to wake himself up from what could only be his darkest conceivable nightmare. He cried hysterically for mercy or rescue, but there was not another soul to hear him for miles.
Clara chuckled, her gentle voice thundering. "Oh Arik, you want to know what truly gets me off? How much you were willing to throw away for this not knowing it would end with your broken corpse twitching in my hand." Clara dropped her other hand between her legs and went to work on herself. Pleasure scrambled her senses as she vigorously massaged her clit. Her ear-piercing squeal left Arik's ears ringing as he sobbed, delirious with terror.
"I am the biggest, most powerful living thing on this planet!" she boomed.
Even through the haze of oxygen deprivation, Arik felt the grip around him momentarily slacken. Recognizing his opportunity, he pushed with every ounce of his remaining strength desperate to observe his titanic captor. Twisting around, he managed to glimpse a lock of her brown hair before she yanked him away, slamming her fist on the ground. Arik screamed in agony as Clara's fingers contracted, crippling his already injured body. Exhausted and defeated, he allowed himself a final gaze into the vibrant sunset before Clara broke his neck with a twitch of her fingers.
"I am the single greatest thing you will never, ever see...oh...oh FUUUUUCK!"
Clara rode the high of her self-pleasure into a climax powerful enough to level a small town. Her 400-ton body bucked and thrashed in orgasmic bliss, sending a cascade of tremors through the landscape. The deluge of her juices spilled onto the ground below, steaming on the cool soil. Her libidinous cries reverberated across the vast countryside. In her post-coital euphoria, Clara rolled onto her back and opened her hand to reveal Arik's mangled corpse. In the past she'd tried consuming them alive, but they often did not go down smoothly. Also, some of them were into that, and she wasn't doing this for them. She tossed her head back and swallowed him whole, relishing the sensation of his body slipping down her throat and into her belly.
As the night chill set in, she steadily shrank back to her original size. She bided her time counting the stars in the clear sky while idly licking traces of viscera from her fingers. When she dropped below twenty feet, she begrudgingly stood and headed to where she'd left their discarded clothing. Experience indicated she'd end up two, possibly three, inches taller than before her indulgence. As expected, Arik's fleece fit her adequately but was tight around the shoulders and bust. She managed to squeeze her hips into his jeans, but the cuffs stopped just below her calves. Finally, she retrieved Arik's mobile from her coat pocket and navigated to her website, where she typed a review on his behalf:
Five stars! Follow her instructions, be respectful, and Clara will make your wildest fantasies come true. Worth every penny.