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                    Gigantic Beach Bash                    
                      -by MassDriver-                      
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                         Chapter 1                         
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Chapter 1
"Oh, this is going to be awesome!" said Sonata. "It's a perfect day, and I love the water... Did I ever tell you that I used to be sort of a fish-horse?"
"Uh, yeah," said Silent Mic. He was struggling to keep his eyes on the road, not turning his head to take another peek at Sonata. Her pale blue skin was nearly bare, scarcely covered by the little white bikini she wore. She had - apparently - walked from her house to Silent Mic's in nothing but the bikini, which must have drawn plenty of stares. Perhaps because this human body wasn't the one she was born in, she didn't seem to have any sense of shame about her body.
But then, she had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. There may have been something magical about the absolute perfection of her body - Silent Mic had never seen so much as the smallest blemish on her skin, and when she cared to, she could eat tremendous amounts of food without gaining an ounce of weight.
Then again, she'd developed a bit of a belly after that one time she - and Silent Mic could still barely believe it had happened, as vivid as the memory was - grew to twenty feet tall and ate people. But that belly had flattened out within a couple hours, and she'd lost even more weight by shrinking back to her normal height of 5'8". Silent Mic had peppered her with questions afterwards, begging to know how it was possible for her to change size and swallow people whole. She had maintained that it was "just magic," and that may well have been the case, despite how unsatisfying an answer it was.
As much as Silent Mic loved her the way she was, his mind couldn't help but drift towards the time she'd been a giantess. And it wasn't just intellectual curiosity at work - there was something enticing the memory of Sonata's body growing, casting a longer shadow over Silent Mic as her limbs grew longer and the curves of her body widened. Even the sight of her consuming her attackers had been alluring; they'd been helpless as she swallowed them one by one, their wriggling forms sliding down her throat and down into her belly.
Ever since then, Silent Mic had fantasized about Sonata doing that again; when they were out together, he would imagine her growing to her full size, grabbing helpless passerby, and feeding them one by one into her mouth. But he'd never shared these fantasies with Sonata, or told her how he'd been enraptured by her display of size and power. It had been a life-or-death struggle, and she'd been protecting him. He couldn't ask her to do it again just because it was a... turn-on.
"We're here!" said Silent Mic, as he pulled off the road - although he started to think that he'd spoken too soon. The sizzling asphalt of the parking lot was packed tight with cars, with no openings in sight. "Huh," he said, as they circled the lot in search of a space, "looks like some other people had the idea to go to beach today. Go figure."
The reverse lights of a nearby parked car flipped on, and Silent Mic moved in for the kill, pulling into the spot as soon as it was vacated. A bald, overmuscled man in a black truck, seemingly under the impression that he had been entitled to the spot, shot Silent Mic a dirty look as he rolled by. Silent Mic slumped in his seat, feeling very small... and then imagined Sonata growing into a giantess, punching through the man's windshield, and swallowing him whole. That made him feel a little better.
Sonata stepped out of the car and stretched her arms toward the sky. Silent Mic permitted himself a moment to stare, letting his eyes follow the curve of Sonata's arched back down to the perfect bubble of her ass. Getting back to the business at hand, he stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving himself in just his baggy gray swimsuit.
"Hey, looking good!" said Sonata, giving Silent Mic a flirty wink. "You should go shirtless more often!" Silent Mic laughed awkwardly; it blew his mind, just a little bit, whenever Sonata complimented his appearance. Then again, he was keeping himself in pretty good shape. Dating a girl with a perfect body gave him plenty of motivation to work out.
"Thanks," said Silent Mic, grabbing a cooler and a couple of towels from the backseat. "You look... amazing, as always." They set out across the parking lot, their flip-flops slapping against the hot asphalt. It was a while before they actually saw the beach, past the gleaming rows of cars, and truthfully it shouldn't have come as a surprise that the beach was just as packed as the parking lot. But when Silent Mic beheld the overcrowded sand, choked with people and their towels, he let out a weary sigh. "Yikes," he said, "I don't think there's enough space to put two towels down together."
"Looks like there's a little space over there," said Sonata, pointing down the beach. Silent Mic's eyes followed her finger, down to where weights were set up on a square of concrete. There was a little space next to it, but Silent Mic shuddered at the prospect of laying down his towel beside the grunting, posing hunks. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but next to those guys he'd look like a scarecrow. Sonata wasn't shallow when it came to appearances, but he didn't want to invite any unflattering comparisons.
Then again... there was just no other place to set down their towels. Every other inch of sand was spoken for. And Sonata didn't seem unhappy about the crowded beach - she had her usual gleeful smile on her face. No one could stop Sonata Dusk from having fun, and Silent Mic loved that about her.
The two of them tiptoed hand-in-hand past sunbathers, careful not to tread on anyone, passing a beach volleyball game in progress. The participants were all women, which made the game an enticing sight - but Silent Mic did his best not to give it more than a passing glance. No woman stood a chance of tempting him away from Sonata, but resisting the temptation to ogle the beautiful bikini girls still took a couple ounces of effort. Despite Mic's best efforts to ignore the volleyball game - or rather, because he was making such an effort not to look at it - he collided with a raspberry-skinned girl who was rapidly backpedaling in order to bump the incoming ball. Silent Mic and the girl recoiled from each other, stumbling but keeping their balance.
"Asshole!" spat the girl, glaring at Silent Mic. He mumbled an apology and turned away, doing his best to ignore the litany of insults the girl was hurling his way. Her shouts only got louder and angrier as Silent Mic ignored her, and he protectively pulled Sonata closer as they approached the empty spot next to the weightlifters.
Once they arrived, Silent Mic did his best to avert his gaze from the glistening muscleheads, and Sonata barely seemed to notice them. She plunged their red umbrella into the ground, stretched out on her towel, and stared out blissfully at the shining ocean. Silent Mic, starting to feel more at ease, lay down beside her and opened their cooler, passing an icy soda to Sonata.
Sonata cracked open the soda and took a long gulp, sighing with satisfaction. Silent Mic watched the liquid travel down her throat, imagining that it was... something else. He still had his fond memories of seeing Sonata swallow those thugs, even though nothing like that was likely to happen again...
Silent Mic jolted as something pelted him in the face. It was nothing more than sand, but it came as a shock - just an inch to the right, and some of it might have gotten into his eyes. Shielding his face, he turned to see where it had come from - and looked up into the menacing leer of the tattooed, overmuscled man who'd glared at him from the parking lot. "Got something to say to me, skinny?" said the man, once he knew he had Silent Mic's attention.
Silent Mic stood up cautiously, putting himself between Sonata and the bully. He wasn't accustomed to direct confrontation, but he had to do something. He couldn't just back down, not with Sonata watching. She'd saved him from a group of thugs last time; standing up to one jerk was the least he could do for her. "Listen," he said, doing his best to keep his voice calm.
But he didn't get past the first word before the man wrapped his thick fingers around Silent Mic's wrist, painfully wrenching it towards himself. "No, you listen," said the bully. "I'm a busy guy, so I'll keep this brief. You disrespected me back there, and I'm kind of a big deal around here. I just wanted to give you a moment to think about whether you maybe want to apologize to me." His fingers dug into Silent Mic's wrist, and the tattoos on his arm shifted slightly as his muscles tensed. Silent Mic stared into the man's eyes, trying to get a sense of just how dangerous this guy was.
Two quiet seconds of staring told him very little; he had nothing to go on but the fear in his gut, telling him that it was safer to just apologize and get it over with. He opened his mouth to speak, but the bully jerked his arm again before he could get a word out. "Well??" he said, his tone more challenging, his threat of violence more imminent. The muscle bros behind him laughed, clearly taking pleasure in Silent Mic's suffering.
For a moment, Silent Mic reconsidered whether he should apologize. It hurt his pride to let Sonata see him like this - but then again, he knew she wouldn't think less of him if he just placated this brute. She was loving, understanding... the two of them had nothing to prove to one another. Besides which, he could take some comfort in the secret that he and Sonata shared. He knew about the strength she kept hidden, the power in her body that let her grow and grow, her beautiful legs stretching towards the sky, her shapely round bottom becoming wider, her breasts staying firm and perky as they outgrew Silent Mic's head. He could picture that growth so clearly in his head, and it soothed him to know that his beloved Sonata was more powerful than any musclebound bully.
He snapped out of his reverie, and he noticed two things: firstly, that the sun wasn't beating down quite so hard on his bare skin. And secondly, the expression on the bully's face had slowly changed over the course of the last few seconds. Changed from confident menace to surprise, confusion, and... fear? He wasn't even looking at Silent Mic anymore, actually... his eyes had turned upward, staring at a point above Silent Mic, and behind him...
A pale blue arm reached down into Silent Mic's field of vision, and long fingers casually, gracefully unwrapped the brute's hand from around Silent Mic's wrist. Mic recognized the hue of Sonata's skin, but slender arm was somehow thicker than the bully's bulging, muscular arm. Once his wrist was free, Silent Mic looked straight up - and he realized that he was standing in the shadow of Sonata Dusk, who was once again twenty feet tall, once again the beautiful giantess that had awed him before.
Sonata reached down with both hands and picked Silent Mic up, gently grasping him by his sides. She lifted him up and brought him to the level of her face - her beautiful face, now big enough that it was all Silent Mic could see. Her shining amethyst eyes, her loving smile, her two-tone bangs; everything he loved about her was bigger and more beautiful.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Silent Mic. "How did you grow again?"
"Anytime your love reaches out to me," said Sonata, "I can grow. I just don't always do it, because sometimes we're indoors or whatever."
"Oh," said Silent Mic. "That's... really cool."
"Plus you needed my help again! This scrawny little jerk was laying his hands on my precious Silent Mic!"
The brute, totally cowed by Sonata's growth, seemed to regain his arrogance when she called him scrawny. "Hey!" he said, "You do not disrespect this body, lady! You know how much work it takes to get gains like this?"
Sonata put her spacious palm underneath Silent Mic's butt, supporting his weight with one hand, leaning his body against the soft, fragrant skin of her torso. His head leaned against the side of one breast, and he let it stay there. "Hm, yeah," said Sonata. "You're a pretty meaty guy, that's for sure. And I do like a nice serving of meat." By the time Sonata's hand grasped his waist, the brute's muscle-clogged brain was only starting to process the meaning of what she said. He struggled and kicked in her grip, but it was no use; every passing moment brought him closer and closer to Sonata's mouth, and his flailing limbs were no match for her tongue, her lips, and the powerful muscles of her throat.
Silent Mic had a front-row seat to the action, now that Sonata was cradling him in her arm. He'd been totally enraptured by the sight of his girlfriend swallowing the thugs in the alleyway, last time she'd grown... but now he was mere inches from her neck, watching the shape of the bully's body slide down her throat, seeing her lips curl into a smile as his feet disappeared into her mouth.
"Mmm!" moaned Sonata, patting her stomach as the thrashing bully settled into it. "That guy was a jerk, but as a meal he's pretty good!"
Five other weightlifters turned to face Sonata, growling as they set down their weights. The tattooed guy's claim that he was a "big deal" may in fact have been true - at least as far as his beach subculture was confirmed - because his fellow brutes rose to avenge him. Cracking knuckles and sharing squinting glances, they readied themselves as a group to take down the giantess who had swallowed their compatriot. Finally, their collective resolve gathered, they charged Sonata, letting out a bellowing war cry.
Silent Mic, still cradled against Sonata's bosom, cringed as the brutes closed in. But Sonata had it handled, even with one hand occupied. The first one to arrive got snatched up one-handed, and Sonata kicked the second one over with a push from her now-gigantic sandal. Once he was prone, she stepped forward, centering her giant-sized butt over his body, eclipsing the sun with her smooth round ass. And then she kicked her legs out, letting her body fall to earth, and her butt came crashing down on the brute. Looking down as Sonata rose to her feet, Silent Mic knew what to expect: the former muscle-hunk was squashed flat into the sand, his body imprinted with the curves of Sonata's bottom.
She lifted the other man to her mouth, silencing his angry protests by wrapping her lips around his head. It was almost like a huge, face-enveloping kiss, and Silent Mic might have been jealous if he didn't know what was about to happen to the guy. Sonata inhaled, drawing the thickly muscled body past her lips and into her mouth. With her cheeks bulging, she tasted him for a moment, running her tongue over his skin, before gulping him down. Silent Mic could see his constricted body struggling as it slowly made its way down his girlfriend's throat, but Sonata just smiled, not seeming to feel any discomfort. All the man's strength didn't compare to the muscles of Sonata's giant throat.
The other three jocks had been briefly cowed by the fate of the first two, but now they charged in together. And for a moment it seemed like one of them might at least score a hit on Sonata - but her smiling face didn't show one bit of concern. Confidently, she bent one knee, reached out and swept her arm along the ground, knocking two of the brutes into a rack of dumbbells, sending weights clattering to the concrete. She grabbed the third one and lifted him up, grinning down at him as he struggled, trying in vain to pry away one of Sonata's powerful fingers from his torso.
Instead of lifting him to her mouth, she held him against her bosom - and Silent Mic felt a little bit of jealousy sparking in his chest, before he realized what was coming next. Sonata shifted Mic's body, almost holding him behind her back, and then she let herself fall forward. Her enormous, firm breasts came down right on top of him, squashing him flat and leaving twin craters in the concrete.
Sonata rolled onto her side and sat up, sitting cross-legged on the cracked concrete. She set Silent Mic on one bare blue thigh, leaning his body against her tummy - which was noticeably bulging with her latest meal. Her breasts, powerful enough to crush a man flat, hung down just far enough that Silent Mic could feel their weight and warmth on the crown of his head.
Comfortably seated, Sonata reached out with both arms and grabbed the last two hunks, who were only just recovering from being hurled into the rack of dumbbells. She shoved them both into her mouth at the same time, her cheeks bulging enormously as they fought to contain the struggling mass of muscular limbs. One thrashing arm managed to poke its way past her lips, flailing like an errant strand of spaghetti before she sucked it back in. Finally she swallowed, and the muscular shapes of the doomed beach hunks crept down her throat, their struggles already growing weaker as her body overpowered them.
Her belly grew as her victims reached her stomach, and Silent Mic lay a hand on the bare skin, feeling the rumble as his giant girlfriend began to digest the bullying brutes. Sonata lowered one hand and stroked Silent Mic's chest in return, running the tip of one huge finger over his bare chest. "Thanks, Sonata," he said, leaning himself into her body. "You didn't have to do that, you know..."
"Aw, of course I did!" said Sonata. "A big strong girl like me has to protect her little man!"
Silent Mic looked out over the beach. It was practically empty now - the beachgoers had all fled, mostly leaving their possessions behind, once a giantess had started eating people. "I guess we have the beach to ourselves now, huh?" said Silent Mic.
"Hmm, not quite," said Sonata. At first, Silent Mic wasn't sure what she meant - but when he turned his head, he saw the beach volleyball game, a little ways up the beach, still in progress. The four girls were fierce competitors, it seemed, and hadn't paid attention to anything besides their game when most of the people had fled.
"Well, there's plenty of space for the two of us, at least," said Silent Mic, but all Sonata said in response was a thoughtful "hmmm." After a moment, she gently picked up Silent Mic, lifted him up to her mouth, and give him a quick kiss, enveloping everything between his nose and his chin between her deep blue lips. Then she lowered him down, carefully, into her cleavage, wedging his body into the deep, warm space between her gigantic breasts. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable, and her breasts supported his weight easily. Embraced by her soft, firm flesh, Silent Mic felt himself relax.
But Sonata wasn't quite ready to relax. She stood up and began to walk from towel to towel, leaning down and rummaging through the abandoned bags of absent beachgoers. With each bend of Sonata's waist, Silent Mic went up and down, up and down, still held fast between her boobs - and then she stood straight up, seemingly satisfied by what she'd found. "Awesome!" she said. "I knew someone at this beach had to have some gum!" With surprising nimbleness considering the size of her fingers, Sonata unwrapped several pieces of minty gum and tossed them into her mouth, chewing until it was soft.
Silent Mic remembered the trick with the gum from last time - how she'd consumed thugs with a giant bubble - and spoke up. "Hey Sonata, you don't have to-"
Sonata covered his mouth with a fingertip. "Nonsense!" she said, "You're so good to me, Silent Mic, and I have to pay it back somehow! It makes me happy that I can protect you from jerks."
"Well, okay," said Silent Mic. He was touched by the gesture, and besides, he did like seeing Sonata swallow people...
With her giant stride, Sonata walked back over the sand to the volleyball area. Each step made her chest bounce, and Silent Mic sank a little farther into her cleavage. Her skin was soft, smooth, and fragrant - the perfect embrace.From his vantage point between her boobs, Silent Mic could look down at the volleyball players below. They really did have wonderful bodies, trim and athletic - but being tucked into his girlfriend's cleavage reminded him that no one had a body like Sonata Dusk.
Sonata arrived at the volleyball area and stood beside it, casting her tall shadow over the net. The girls, noticing the sky darkening, finally snapped out of their competitive fugue state and turned to look at Sonata.
"Oh, it's you," said the raspberry-skinned girl who had bumped into Silent Mic before. "The super rude guy and his airhead girlfriend." The other girls walked over to stand beside her, all glaring up at Sonata. "Look, just because you're big doesn't mean you own the beach, all right? Get your fat shadow off our court."
Sonata growled, then chewed her gum a couple more times. She pursed her lips and breathed in through her nose, making her chest rise (and Silent Mic along with it), then she exhaled, blowing a bubble of minty white gum. The bubble grew bigger and bigger as she exhaled, growing far larger than should have been possible; soon it was so big that it reached down past her breasts, past her hips, looming over the volleyball players.
But they were unimpressed - if they weren't intimidated by a twenty-foot-tall girl, then a giant bum bubble wouldn't do the trick either. "What are you doing?" asked the girl with the raspberry skin, reaching her fingers out to pop the bubble. But when her fingers brushed the surface, the bubble didn't break - instead it tugged at her, pulling her hand inside. She yelped and tried to pull herself free, but the harder she pulled, the deeper she went. Her arm was swallowed up, then her shoulder, and then her head, turning her angry protests into muffled shouts.
Her friends grabbed onto her, each taking a limb and trying to pull her free - but then Sonata blew the bubble bigger, big enough to swallow up all of them in its minty circumference. Then she inhaled, and Silent Mic was lifted up as her chest rose, watching the bubble recede into her mouth. The struggling shapes of the four girls were still inside, limbs and heads and butts moving about, getting more and more constricted as the bubble shrank. Then she pulled it into her mouth, and the squirming tangle of bodies began its slow crawl down her throat. Silent Mic, his head resting against her collarbone, could feel the girls creeping towards her belly, still squirming weakly on their way down. His dangling legs, resting on her belly, could feel her tummy expanding, growing a cute bump of pudge from her massive meal.
Sonata let out a single burp - not even a large one, considering how many people she'd just eaten. "Excuse me!" she said, and Silent Mic laughed. Sonata stretched her arms, turning towards the ocean, and laid herself down on the sand. She laid a hand across her chest, letting her fingers gently stroke Silent Mic's legs where they poked out the bottom of her cleavage. "Now we have the beach to ourselves," she said, sighing happily. "I love you, Silent Mic."
Silent Mic shifted his body, letting himself sink deeper into Sonata's cleavage. It was the most comfortable, relaxing spot he could imagine, and he saw no reason to leave. He could stay there forever, as far as he was concerned. "I love you too, Sonata."
Author's Note
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