Amy Zonn: Beauty Treatment (Part 2) Scott Grildrig 21-Aug-1993 It wasn't dawn that disturbed her dreams. It was the sound of sirens that woke her. She was confused, surrounded by blinding lights, laying down within a jumbled of broken tarmac. She was naked, but for the lab coat. Sirens shouted at her. She cowered within herself. Then it struck her. She was small. Voluptuous, yes. The hormonels were irreversable, but the gigantic size had been lost. She did not move when the men came and lifted her, and put her in the van. Her mind was aswirl with equations, formulas, theories, frightened out of her wits, Amy retreated to the comfort of her discipline. She tried to figure out what had happened. One other man rode with her in the van. He did not avert his eyes from her naked body. She wrapped herself as best she could in her tattered lab coat, and tried to think. Where had the mass gone? She would have thought it impossible for her to have shrunk in this way without producing an enormous explosion. She mulled it over trying various ideas on it. When solving a problem between two systems, look first for differences. Being small again was the problem. What else was different? The euphoria. She was cold, frightened. In her sleep she had relaxed, settled down into misty dreams. Perhaps the energy had not been disapted, perhaps it was still accessable, only stored in some way. She thought about it for a while, as the van raced and bounced down the streets. She was dealing with quantum effects, systems that could be modified through observer interaction. It seemed impossible that a chemical change could make an impression at the quantum level. But that was the premise of her experiment. She needed to try something. The guard was still staring at her. Unfolding her legs, she placed her barefeet upon the cold steel floor. Looking at the man from under her long lashes she slowly parted her legs, gave him a clear, unobstructed view of her honey-colored pussy. His gaze drifted to between her long legs. Having him watch her body was nice, but not arousing. Amy slid her hand down her breasts, over her belly and into her lush blonde nest. Combing the hairs with her fingers, she spread her vulva, giving him a nice look at her wet inner pinkness. Her eyes stayed on him, his eyes stayed on her pussy. Biting her lower lip, Amy lolled her fingers around her vulva, and tickled her clit. With her other hand she cupped her right breast and toyed with it. The guard's attention was rivited to her body, she could see the huge buldge in his pants. Under her fingers her nipples began to harden, her vulva began to swell with passion, her cunt began to grow warm and wet. Spreading her legs further she slowly inserted two fingers into her vagina and pumped them in and out, taking her time with each stroke. Then she pulled her fingers out. The guard's eyes followed her hand as she raised it to her lips. She pouted at him, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips round her fingers. He was perspiring. She was getting horny. Spreading her legs wider, she gave him her best come hither look, which must have been pretty good, because with only a brief hesitation he dove forward. His mouth was a glorious wetness against her cunt. Amy struggled to contain her moanings, felt the excitment churning within her body. Then it struck. Her body began to grow. She felt her ass slip forward on the bench, her head pressed up against the roof of the van. Her dwindling cunnilingus lover didn't notice at first, and when he did look up Amy laughed and with a hand the size of a chair, pressed his face back between her legs. His futile struggles were a big turn on for her, but it was getting cramped in the van. More, her increased weight was making the van difficult to control, and the driver stopped. Going around the back, he opened the rear doors, and Amy's hand reached out and grabbed his chest. With some effort she squeezed out of the doors, reached in and grabbed her pussy licker. Slamming him down on the ground she sat on his face, while she wrapped her hand round the other guy's head and rubbed his face over her nipples. Around her the convoy was coming to a confused halt. Men poured out of the trucks and watched in awe as Amy continued her regrowth. Her two tiny lovers grew smaller and smaller in relation to her mindnumbing expansion, she was rubbing the one guy's entire body over her enormous breasts. While she engulfed the other's head in her vagina, and left him dangling. Someone began firing at her, but it was too late, she was too large for the bullets to do more than annoy her. With a sneer on her pretty face, Amy climbed to her feet. Reaching between her legs she thrust her tiny sextoy completely into her cunt, moaning in delight. Then she cast aside her other little man, and advanced on the convoy. The euphoria made anything possible, anything desireable. The tiny man squirming in her vagina excited her beyond restraint. With every step she grew larger, taller, towering over the tiny men, dominating them as if they were bugs. Looking down at them Amy licked her lips, her hands cupped her mammoth breasts, and she played with herself, while considering what to do next. The desparate squirming of her vaginal prisoner decided it for her. "I HAVE AN IDEA FOR AN EXPERIMENT." she said, "HOW MANY TINY MEN DO YOU THINK I CAN FIT IN MY CUNT?" she pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, "FIVE? FIFTEEN?" She grinned, "ALL OF YOU? LET'S FIND OUT." Dropping to her knees with an impact that rocked the city, she reached out with her hand and plucked a tiny man up between her thumb and finger. Spreading her vulva with her other hand she plunged the hapless tidbit into her cavernous depths, then reached out for another. The tiny men panicked and tried to flee from her, their terror was intoxicating, and each new addition to her cunt added to her pleasure. She crammed every little man she could find into the hot hungry wetness between her thighs. The excitement, the sense of power was incredible, closing her thighs together, she trapped them within her body. She began massaging her giant breasts, teasing herself with her impending orgasm. She wanted to cum all over her little harem of cunt dwellers, drowning them in her love juices. She wanted to squeeze them, she dominated them, owned them in everyway, and she wanted them to feel the full unrestrained strength of her body's pleasure. Her orgasm was tremendous. She shouted her pleasure out with words of thunder, her gigantic body rocked the earth. Buildings shook on their foundations as she let her body impose its lust driven will upon the tiny men in her cunt. Her vagina spasmed, contracted, crushed the tiny men from every side. The sensation was too much, and she screamed herself hoarse with release. Then let the orgasm ebb like a slowly receeding tide. Exercising her vagina she ejected her batch of tiny lovers from her immense cunt. There were still a few survivors in the cum soaked group. But many were crushed, broken by her cruel sexual play. She grinned, the euphoria was pleased, and amused itself by squashing some of the survivors. She was a goddess, and they were her minions, here only to serve her erotic whims. Why her clitoris was a big as any one of them, and she demonstrated her superiority to them by squishing a few against it. One she saved, and raised him to her face. "Y'KNOW" she said, "I'LL WONDER IF I CAN JUST SCARE YOU TO DEATH? SHOULD WE FIND OUT? LET'S SEE." she grinned evilly at him, "HOW 'BOUT THIS. LOOK." and she opened her mouth, then closed it in an 'O'. "PRETTY BIG, HUH? YOU LOOK KINDA TASTY TO ME. SMALL AND HELPLESS. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU LITTLE MAN. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO? SHOULD I JUST SWALLOW YOU WHOLE AND LET DROWN AND DISSOLVE IN MY STOMACH? OR SHOULD I CHEW FIRST, GRIND YOU BETWEEN MY TEETH." and she sanpped them together. "I KNOW." she laughed. "I COULD BITE YOU. START AT YOUR FEET AND NIP OFF LITTLE BITS OF YOU UNTIL YOU'RE GONE. OR HOW ABOUT DROWN YOU IN MY SALIVA? I'M DROOLING JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW YOU'LL TASTE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO IN THERE WITH MY TONGUE, IT'S BIGGER THAN YOU ARE, I THINK I COULD CRUSH YOU WITH IT. MAYBE I COULD SUCK ALL THE AIR OUT AND LEAVE YOU GASPING, OR PUFF UP MY CHEEKS, OR ALTERNATE REAL FAST. GEE, I GUESS THERE ARE A LOT OF WAYS I COULD TORTURE YOU JUST WITH MY MOUTH. HELLO?" he had gone limp, but whether he was dead or just fainted, she couldn't say. She looked him hm for a moment, then with a shrug tossed him into her mouth and swallowed him whole. The experiance of eating a tiny man riviled that of fucking them whole. Amy felt big and invulnerable, wild and untameable. Nothing could match her, nothing could compete with her, she looked at the toy city sprawled out before his and felt contempt for it. It was a toy for her amusement. And she played rough with her toys. Standing, Amy surveyed the city. If she wanted to stay big, she had to stay excited. She decided that some wanton mayhem was in order, and twisting on her right foot, lashed out with her left. Her barefoot smashed through two buildings, scattering wreckage everywhere. Stepping forward she placed her hand on another and shoved, it cracked and toppled. Raising her foot she stomped on a diminutive house, then swung her hip against a skyscraper and watched it collapse into ruin. Panting, she pulled off her torn dirty lab coat, hunched down and charged one of the larger buildings. It blew apart under the impact, and she laughed and kicked a smaller building. Then she went on a stomping spree, cars, trucks houses, and the occasional people were flattened under her soles. Dropping to all fours she crawled around crushing things under the weight of her hands. Wrapping her fingers around one house she crushed it like an eggshell. Another was demolished under her heavy fist. She battered at one with her behemoth breasts, then squashed a little man who ran out of it with her nipple. Laying down she rolled, just wanting to feel tiny things breaking under her weight. When she stopped, she was prone. Her head was near to the ground. She saw a tiny man quaking in fear before her. The euphoria spoke and she bent her head and poked her tongue out. He stuck to it and she drew him into her mouth. Laying there she closed her eyes and concentrated on his movements within her mouth. Toying with him with her tongue, she could taste his fear of her. She almost started chewing, but changed her mind and spat him out onto her hand. "KEEP ME AROUSED, AND YOU CAN LIVE." she told him, and laying back set him upon her right breast. He was so tiny, clambering up the enormous swell of her tit, it was like a hill to him. And at its top her nipple rose out of her brown bumpy areole like the foundation of a tower. "GET ON TOP OF IT." she commanded, and watched him leap and catch the top of her nipple, then pull himself up. "NOW RUB IT." He began stroking the sensitive tip with his hands, "HARDER, LITTLE MAN, I CAN'T FEEL YOU." he worked harder, pounding her nipple, flailing his arms. "THAT'S BETTER." she purred. She watched him for a while, then decided she had to have more. Ignoring him she rose to her feet, he clung frantically to her nipple as she stood. Scouting around she succeeded in flushing out several more tiny men. Just to give them something to think about she took one and stuffed him deep into her cunt. Then she assigned three apiece to her nipples, four to her vulva, the rest she squashed under her fingers. "OKAY FELLAS" she said, "STRIP FOR ME." there was no argument. "GOOD. NOW, MAKE ME CUM, AND I MIGHT LET YOU LIVE." and she laid back and closed her eyes. She felt tiny feet on her breasts, tiny hands on her nipples. Between her legs she felt tiny men clamboring through her pussy hairs. When they started on her clit, she started moaning. What woman ever needed ten men to get her off? She sighed and resisted the temptation to masturbate. The tiny man deep inside of her vagina was a writhing delight, and she squeezed him playfully. "KEEP IT UP BOYS" she said, "YOU'RE DOING FINE." Amy began to writh under their efforts, her hands twitching, the little men clung fearfully to her heaving body, but dared not stop their ministrations. Amy worked her cunt, cruelly pressing her little slave with the muscles of her vagina. Her head tossed from side to side, her golden hair flying. She stopped, staring with glazed eyes at the men on her breasts, she was panting with tension, straining towards the blessed release of orgasm. The men on her left breast watched in fear as her right hand rose and fell on their commrades. While further down, her left hand sought to finish her rising pleasure. "OOOOOH, SQUIRM.....YAH....." she ground the one group between her nipple and her hand, while with her left hand she mashed the others against her clit. She squashed them and massaged them into her pussy. The little men on her left breast quaked in fear when Amy orgasmed. She thrashed wildly, screaming with delight, her body was molten fire, her cunt a volcano. The tiny man in her vagina was ruthlessly crushed by her mighty spasms, she laughed and shouted and played her body. She orgasmed a half a dozen times. Then relaxing, she let her body luxeriate in the afterglow. The tiny survivors watched in horror as she licked her fingers clean of their comrades, mingled with her lucious juices. "WELL FELLAS." she laughed, "I GUESS I GOT CAUGHT UP IN ALL THE EXCITEMENT. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW EASY THAT IS." he stretched and sighed. "IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET DOWN, YOU CAN GO. YOU MIGHT WANT TO HURRY, THOUGH, I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH AND MIGHT CHANGE MY MIND. WHY DON'T YOU CLIMB DOWN MY CUNT?" The tiny men needed no prompting. She felt them scurry down her enormous breast. Their tiny feet ran across her belly and down to her pussy. There weren't many ways off her body, but they would have willingly jumped. She felt them struggle through her lush mat of pussy hairs, then climb down her vulva. The hairs grew scarcer and finer, but they managed to reach the ground between her gigantic buttocks, and ran for their lives. * * * * * * Amy tried a few more experiments. Stepping on a mob was a different sensation, her barefoot covered dozens at a time. First it was all crunchy poppy, then a warm gooey muddy mess. She showed the crowd the bottom of her foot before stepping down again, they didn't seem to like that either. It must have been an awesome sight, she thought, realizing that this colossal woman was about to step on you. Making eye contact with her, watching her swing her great leg forward and raise her foot into the air. Seeing the dirty wrinkled sole of her gigantic barefoot getting bigger and bigger as she lowered it, until it blotted out the sky with its giant size. Then the ponderous weight of it, the sounds of other little men being squished, feeling the pressure increase... Amy shook her head, grinned at the tiny crowd, lifted her barefoot, and stepped on some more. Doing it as slowly as possible, savoring their helplessness, anticipating the moment when they crunched under her foot. Amy experimented with lactation. She found a tiny man, and set him upon her nipple, and commanded him to please her. She concentrated on the stimulation, felt her glands begin to swell, and her tits to harden. She squeezed her breast, and was delighted when she nearly blew the little man off her nipple with jets of her milk. She filled the palm of her hand with the stuff, and made him swim in it. Then she raised her palm to her mouth, and sucked him and the milk into her mouth. She swallowed the milk, liked it. Cupping her hands under her right breast she lifted it and bent her head. Amy suckled herself. The little man struggled desparately in her working mouth, trying to avoid being mashed between her lips, her tongue and her nipple. When suddenly her nipple began streaming warm sweet milk into her mouth. He screamed and gurgled as the stuff blasted him, and gushed down his throat. He swam in it, thrashing wildly. And when Amy had a mouthfull, he felt her tongue undulate beneath him, and carry him back towards her throat. He shrieked and tried to cling to her tongue, but to no avail, he slipped off and was dragged down her throat into her stomach with a flood of milk. Amy licked her lips and suckled some more... Amy experimented with squishing little men. She was sitting, a group of tiny men trapped in a fence of her long tan legs. Between her thumb and forefinger she held a little man. Holding him up so she could watch him she slowly pressed her fingers together. His arms and legs thashed wildly, she could hear him screaming. "BEG FOR YOUR LIFE." she whispered. He begged he pleaded. "KISS MY THUMB." He hugged her thumb, he kissed it. "WORSHIP ME." she said, and he prayed to her. "NOW SQUISH FOR ME." she giggled and increased the pressure. He flailed wildly, she felt him crunch between her fingers, his head was thrown back and his guts erupted out of his mouth. She rubbed her fingers together, turning him into a little grease stain, then flicked him away, and reached for another... Amy pissed on them. She herded a mob of tiny people using her feet, stepping on the stragglers, finally cornering them against some buildings. Squatting onto her heels she, fingered her cunt, masturbating. Then she spread her vulva wide, reaching in with her fingers to part her labia. There was a moment when nothing happened, then a monstrous jet of golden piss gushed out into the crowd. The hot yellow torrent swatted the tiny people aside, washed them away like rice in a river. Amy twisted her pelvis, covering the entire mob, laughing as her tiny victims floundered in her piss. She flooded the area, and when her bladder was empty she watched the tiny people trying to swim in the acidic stuff. Finally she tired of her sport, and reaching out, toppled a building into her little puddle, to sop it up. * * * * * * At first she only heard them. Didn't recognize them, at first. Then while she played with the little people, she began to see them. Sleek military jets, surveying the area. Watching her. Amy watched the planes all day. She found out what was happening. She had caught a military jeep and interrogated its tiny driver, before dropping him to the ground and stepping on him. Later they strafed her, and shot a few missiles at her. But the power that made her huge, also made her invulnerable to such petty explosions. They were going to bomb the city. Certainly, they would not give up, but given the failure of the conventional weapons, she was sure that they were going to go nuclear. Amy decided not to try and run. She could shrink down, of course, but that would only delay the inevitable. Besides, she had a hunch that it might not work as they planned. So she amused herself by wrecking some more of the city and terrorizing some more of the fleeing population. She waited. They decided to use a plane, instead of a missile. Amy watched it float lazily across the sky. It was in no hurry. Then it curved and accelerated. And she waited. Closing her eyes, and bowing her head. There was a tremendous flash, and a rush of heat. For an instant Amy thought she was going to be flattened by the blast, but then there was that sense of rising. It was wild, like being in a rocket. She felt heat, then smoke whirled around her, then there was clean air, thin though. The process absorbed the engery, reduced the destructive power of the bomb to a virtual firecracker. The sense of rising stopped abruptly. She slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. The world was spread out before her like a map. The bomb had already disapated, it had been unusually clean. But the smoke and vapour was at the level of her knees. Clouds tickled her belly. She had to be more than a mile tall, she figured somewhere between two and three. She was glad they had only used a fission device. A fusion bomb might have been too much for the process to manage all in one instant. Her laughter rang for scores of miles. Raising her foot she stepped on dozens of buildings at once, a more vicious stomp made the earth heave and every remaining building leapt into the air and crushed back in ruin. She brushed the clouds aside with her hands and started walking. The ground sank deep under her unimaginable weight, she left footprints the size of lakes. A whole town vanished beneath her barefoot, she savored every crushed building, every mashed tree. Amy trod down hills and destroyed rivers. A forest was like a mossy bed to her toes. She was impressed by her size. But really thought it was too big. She dragged her toes across another town, left a crater the shape of a barefoot where a clover-leaf in a highway had been. A real lake served to slack her thirst, she emptied it in two handfuls. Then Amy came to a coastal city, the ocean beckoned to her, but she stopped to play first. Laying down she stared at the tiny buildings, most only the size of her fingers. She plucked up a skyscraper between her thumb and forefinger, the strain was too much and it crumbled to dust. Walking on all fours, Amy crushed whole city blocks under her hands and legs. Dipping down she lightly brushed her nipples over the city, delighting in the way the miniature buildings exploded at her least touch. She wanted to rub her nipples harder, laying down her breasts covered an entire section of the city, Amy couldn't image what it was like for the little people. She dragged her breasts forward, watched them roll over entire city blocks, she was a playful goddess. Feeling more than a little wanton, she rolled over and sat up, the city crunched nicely under her ass. There was a stretch of undamaged buildings between her thighs, her cunt was larger far than any of them. Inching forward carefully, she spread her vulva and gently closed her lips around a skyscraper. She didn't dare move or she'd yank it right off its foundations. It looked delicious, her pussy kissing a whole damn skyscraper. She tried to imagine what the microscopic men were seeing. Her cunt was simply too big for the mind to grasp. She tensed, made her vagina dilate, then close, she bet that gave a few tiny men a heart attack. Inching back slowly she felt her labia slip from the building, with about six inches between her and it, she reached down and began masturbating. She knew the windows would be crammed with tiny men, trying to see her through the cum smeared windows. She showed them her house-sized clitoris, inserted fingers the size of skyscrapers into her cunt and fucked herself. Laying back she lifted herself into an orgasm, rubbing and playing with her pussy. Then she sat back up. Looked down at the tiny building nestled between her great tan thighs. "THAT'S THE BEST SHOW YOU'LL EVER SEE." she laughed and crushed the building under her hand. Rising to her feet she nonchalantly trod with barefeet upon the last few buildings on her way into the ocean. She had to walk quite a distance before the waters were high enough to cover her. After a while she dove down. Then the planes came, the satellites spied, the subs toured the waters. But she was gone... * * * * * * She dragged herself, sputtering, onto the beach and laughed... * * * * * * The tall voluptuous lady wore a hat and dark glasses. It had been months since the two cities had been destroyed, but she still saw her face on pieces of paper glued to walls or flashing by on newscasts. She wandered down the isles, watching the people, not really shopping. Something about her bothered the checkout clerk. "May I help you?" he asked. She flashed him a winning smile. "No thank-you. I'm just looking." He stared at her for a while, then his eyes widened and he hurried off. She continued her browsing. After a minute or two she saw the clerk again, talking to a security officer. Frowning she started to leave, then noticed another man standing by the door. With a sigh she headed for the fitting rooms. It would not take them long to find her. But she didn't need long. She removed her clothes, admiring her body in the full length mirror. She began to feel some anticipation, some excitment. She had been practising control, and had a fine mastery. But it had been a while since she had let herself go wild. She opened her purse and removed a vibrator. The security guards met at the fitting rooms, they heard the buzzing and the moaning and banged on the door. The moaning stopped, and a woman's voice, deeper and louder than might be expected spoke. "Just a second. I'll be right out..." * * * * * * The people in the mall wondered what the people in the clothing department were shouting about. A few minutes later, though, they found out, and started screaming themselves... ...End...