The chilly night breeze made it a bit difficult for Limestone to stay asleep, but she managed, and awoke fairly well rested to the sound of birdsong. The soft, early morning light shone down on her bare skin as she sat up and cracked her neck. Rather than shock, witnessing the relatively shrunken nature of the surrounding meadow filled her with anticipation. Who knew what would happen today?

Limestone stood, the dew feeling pleasant underfoot. A small smile crossed her face, now that she knew she had been blessed rather than cursed. Her towering size, combined with the lack of clothes to contain her, was quite liberating now that she'd had a day to get used to it. Before returning to check on Micro and her two landlords, Limestone started on a quick walk deeper into the Everfree to take care of business. Once she was sufficiently far away, she emptied her bladder, giggling internally at the small pond she'd produced.

On her way back, she took her time, scanning the treetops for breakfast. Spying a spruce to try, she reached low to pluck it from the earth like a gardener might a weed. If she was being honest, Limestone couldn't taste much of a difference between it and the birch from yesterday: both were poor. If there was one downside to being a magic giant, it was the food.

After stopping at the lake to wash her face and grab a drink, her causal fifty mile-an-hour walking speed carried her to the center of camp in moments. From her vantage point, she could survey most of it at once. Over by the entrance, Limestone could make out two people, likely Timber and Gloriosa, repairing the archway she'd accidentally flattened under her ass. She winced. It would be a good idea to apologize for that later.

Of more immediate interest, however, were the people gathering outside the large, permanent tents. Micro Chips was there, along with a few others, and they ran along shouting people awake. "Come on, everybody! Limestone's up!" Micro exclaimed.

One by one, people emerged in various states of exhaustion, not even bothering to change out of their pajamas. Some complained about the early hour, others their jet lag. A dude in a beanie massaged his temples. "Ugh, I would not be getting up this early for anything other than this," he said.

They were all nevertheless visibly excited, which kindled a similar feeling in Limestone. Especially since she knew exactly why they were here. By the time Micro was finished rousing his friends, there were over twenty people in total, all there just for her, unable to tear their eyes away once they met her body. Most of them were young guys about her age, but there were some middle-aged men too, and even a couple of girls. While a bit surprised, she did not mind in the least. If her budding arousal was anything to go by, seeing the full variety of the individuals drawn to her by mere existence at an enhanced size made things even more enticing.

Eager to build anticipation even further, Limestone smirked, placing a hand on her hips. "Morning."

Only a few among the score of Limestone's fans had the necessary mental faculties to stammer out replies. Or were they her fuckbuddies? Supplicants? Regardless, Limestone continued. "Okay. I'm, uh, not the best with names, but how about you guys introduce yourselves? That way I'll know what to scream later."

Jaws dropped. Others gulped. Limestone waited as they all gathered their wits after that bit of teasing and sounded off one after the other. She retained maybe a quarter of the names, repeating them in her head so she wouldn't forget that much, at least. The brown haired guy with the haysian accent and the scar on his face was Ryn. Pumice was the reedy man with grey skin and orange hair. The pure white boy who Limestone suspected was barely old enough for this was Terramar. Mr. beanie-wearer from before was Norman. And Lickety Split, one of the girls, had pink skin and wavy, lighter pink hair.

While most people insist on actually being aware of who exactly got the privilege of going down on them, Limestone, at the moment, was not one of those people. The idea of being at the center of a monumental gangbang, in both senses of the word, was too intoxicating to delay for such formalities. She wanted, no, needed this just as much as they did now, and Limestone saw no reason to avoid getting straight to business.

Heart dancing with anticipation, Limestone stepped back a bit to the large clearing in the middle of camp, her new playmates still looking up in awe. Slowly, she laid back onto the ground, head tilted forwards to keep herself in view. Her breasts splayed out gently to the sides, bouncing slightly as she settled in place. Then, she spread her legs wide, thick thighs parting ninety degrees as her heels flattened the grass in an arc. Her hot womanhood was now completely exposed to the group, and they ogled her unabashedly.

When none of them immediately made a move, Limestone sighed. "Well don't be shy, come on over here and fucking explore."

"Oh, hell yes," said Norman, already yanking his pants away from his now-throbbing erection.

"You do not have to tell me twice," said Ryn, following suit.

Limestone watched as all of them rapidly stripped away their clothes, boxers and panties tossed aside like the useless impediments they were. Her personal harem came running to different areas, eager to please and to experience. Pumice was the first to make contact, throwing himself at her foot, of all places, and began to lick and hump at her sole. Meanwhile, a few others clambered up onto her ankles, crawling along her legs and rubbing against her with their bodies.

The fun really kicked off for Limestone when a bunch of guys, including Micro and Norman, made it to her pussy. They threw themselves at her folds, eagerly pulling, rubbing, and thrusting tiny limbs inside. At the mercy of their ministrations, Limestone let out her first wet, pleasure-laced moan of the day. "I-I've never felt anything like this before."

"Neither have we!" Micro exclaimed, only the top of his head visible to Limestone as he began jacking off her engorged clit with hands perfectly sized for the task, causing her to twitch and shudder.

"God, her scent..." someone else down there uttered.

At this point, everyone else was arriving at their destinations on Limestone's body, and she could feel every last warm, naked body moving against her. One guy had wormed his way into her hand, which lay at her side, and she began groping and squeezing him rhythmically with her fingers. Ryn had dangerously elected to squeeze himself underneath one of her butt cheeks, forcing himself past her skin feetfirst.

Providing even more pulse-pounding stimulation to go with the sensations at her cavernous crotch, another half dozen people climbed onto her tits, groping the luscious, oversized mounds with their whole bodies and dry humping her tensed nipples. Among them was Terramar, who was content to just relax in her cleavage, rubbing his cheek against her boob as he embraced as much of it as he could. "Now this is where I belong," he proclaimed.

Limestone's breathing was deep and rapid as she hummed and panted, the efforts of her many partners very much appreciated. However, her mouth would not remain unattended, as Lickety Split braved the uneven footing of her chest and walked up to her face before collapsing into a passionate makeout with Limestone's lower lip. In between exhalations that ruffled Lickety's hair, Limestone poked her tongue out to return the favor by coating her entire head in saliva. Lickety moaned in ecstasy. "Sweet lord, yes."

As Limestone's pleasure surged ever higher, so too did that of her myriad partners. A hetero pair faced Limestone, panting with exertion as they fucked doggy style using her stomach as a mattress. One of the men on her right tit grunted in satisfaction as he came all over her nipple. She heard and recognized Micro's cry of orgasm as well, figuring he must be the one by the lower half of her vagina from the vibrations. Pumice held on to her toes, jamming his dick between them while wearing an enraptured expression.

The bundle of little sensations was very nearly overwhelming. Now, Limestone was a volcano of sexual tension, her mountainous frame shaking and primed to explode. It took all of her willpower not to just throw caution to the wind and start jilling herself off. Grip tightening reflexively, the dude in her hand abruptly shuddered and released. "Mmgah, I'm so close!" Limestone exclaimed.

All rational thought faded from her mind as the wave of heat within Limestone swirled and built, blood pounding through her pipe-sized veins. Hearing her excited moan, everyone redoubled their efforts, each applying their own unique ministrations. Terramar actually started jumping up and down on her boob like it was an inflatable castle, and it jiggled nearly as much.

Throaty, primal sounds echoed everywhere, from under her ass to right in front of her face as Limestone's many fuckbuddies climaxed one after the other, emptying themselves of all their pent up urges, gone unfulfilled until now. The sight of it all, centered around and atop her, left her tense and speechless.

And then Norman popped her clit into his mouth, sucking off the pink protrusion like one would a cock. It was too much for Limestone to take.

The dam within her burst. Letting out a scream of approval that cut through the air all the way to the clouds, Limestone came, her pussy seized by riotous spasms. Her head slammed backwards, cracking the earth, and her feet pointed straight out, toes curling as every inch of her form was wracked with bliss. And it had a lot of inches. Many lost their grip, the shaking of Limestone's body forcing them to slide onto their knees or off of her entirely.

Limestone had no idea how much time had passed by the time her faculties returned, but they did nonetheless. Scattered around her were all her new friends, equally exhausted and content.

"Amaaazing," gasped Lickety Split, her body sprawled atop Limestone's neck.

"You said it," Limestone replied, smiling. Like, for real. What she'd just done blew regular sex out of the water.

"God as my witness, I can die happy now," added Pumice from below her foot.

"I am going to remember today for the rest of my life," Micro Chips intoned.

Similar sentiments of the great pleasure they experienced were expressed in quick succession from the rest of the group.

"I didn't even get off, and I don't care!" added Terramar.

Limestone just lay there for a while, both to catch her breath and to allow those still atop her to clamber off. Some of them needed encouragement via insistent request. Once she could no longer feel the pitter patter of tiny steps on her skin, Limestone deposited the guy in her hand onto the grass and pushed herself into a sitting position. When she felt something lumpy shift underneath her as she did so, she paled. "Oh, fuck."

Shifting her considerable weight onto the opposite side of her ass, Limestone reached down and delicately plucked the person out, bringing them up to her face. It was Ryn, his eyes unfocused as he hung there. "Ryn, are you ok!?"

"Fine," he replied, prompting a sigh of relief from Limestone. "More than fine. I was just... processing. Worry not, I am more durable than most people."

"Evidently, yes," said Limestone. Then she set him down, collecting herself.

By the time Limestone fully returned to her senses, the intense afterglow fading from her system, the same had happened to the others, and they were in the process of redressing themselves. Watching them all put their clothes back on reminded her of her own state of perpetual nudity. At the moment, though, she wasn't exactly pristine. Her skin still had some traces of dust and dirt stuck to it from yesterday, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from her recent debased activities. Not to mention all the other fluids. Pussy juice stained her inner thighs, and little splotches of sticky semen from Limestone's conquests clung to her every corner.

Dabbing at one such patch on her breast with a finger, Limestone hummed. "Man, I could really use a shower right about now."

Given the volume of her voice, it was hard for her companions not to notice. Fresh conversations, still on the topic of how mind-blowingly good that sex had been, ceased as, one by one, people craned their necks up to face Limestone.

First to respond was Micro, who snorted. "Yeah, so could I," he said, his body once again soaked from head to toe in Limestone's cum.

"But we can actually still fit in one," pointed out Norman, equally drenched. "Limestone can't," he said, gesturing to her.

Lickety Split nodded firmly. "No girl should have to stay dirty. I say we do whatever it takes to make that happen; she's already done the best she could for us!"

Limestone stared, enthusiasm alone still leaving her unconvinced. Her brow creased in thought. "I appreciate the gesture, but how would that work, exactly? They don't exactly sell ten story showerheads. I could maybe take a bath in the lake, but I drink from there. And where would you even get that much soap?"

"But you shouldn't have to, just... deal with being grimy!" Terramar exclaimed, joining Lickety in protest.

Pumice, however, had other plans. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Limestone, you're thinking about this the wrong way. You may not be able to clean yourself up, but that doesn't mean we can't do it for you."

Limestone blinked down at him, uncomprehending. All these big world problems were totally new, and she was the type to draw on experience most of the time.

"Huh?" went one of the other guys.

Pumice adopted a reasonably commanding posture, the effect better than nothing as he addressed his fellows. "Go back to your tents and grab your shampoo, body wash or bar of soap, and washcloth, if you have one. Or sponge, or loofa, whatever. We have a job to do!"

It took a moment for his directives to sink in, but once they did, their path became clear. Micro slapped himself in the head, a self-admonishment of his foolishness. "Of course!"

Limestone, too, understood, her eyes widening. If she couldn't clean herself, he and the others would for her! It would be like going to get pampered at the spa. Or, what she assumed that was like. Limestone had never been afforded the chance to enjoy to such frivolities. "That sounds like it might be really nice."

"Glad to hear it," said Pumice, somewhat pound of himself.

Lickety clapped once, then thrust her fist into the air. "Alright, boys, let's get on it!"

"Right!"

With that, Limestone's many groupies switched to a more servile gear, and she watched from on high in bemusement as they dashed off to fetch the hygiene products required. Pumice was the last to leave, moving in the other direction. "Wait here, lovely. No need to move a muscle. I'm going to check with the owners to see if they're got any hoses."

For once, Limestone wasn't going to complain about being coddled. She just snorted and shook her head, wearing just a hint of a grin. All this flattery was going to get to her head if she wasn't careful.

When he returned a few minutes later, Pumice was still empty-handed. "Gloriosa does have some hoses we can borrow, but they aren't long enough," he explained. "Could you please come over to the lodge?"

Limestone tilted her head to face him. "Ah, alright."

After a few long steps towards the wooden structure in question, Limestone flexed her limbs one by one, limbering up a bit to relax, and straightened some kinks out of her hair with her fingers before lying back down into her prone position for the second time today. It was morning proper now, and the sun's rays tingled on her skin, striking places they hadn't in ages. Sighing, she shut her eyes, losing herself in a rare moment of peace. Sleeping was more of a rejuvenating thing, totally separate from this.

She zoned out, listening and feeling without thought. As the others came up to her, Micro, Norman, and company having apparently rushed though their own showers, Pumice began directing them. First, they rinsed her off, three streams of water working their way across her from each side, like a sporadic light drizzle, fanning back and forth. Then, people climbed on top of her again, only this time they, along with the many standing next to some small portion of her body, began scrubbing off the dirt and stickiness with panning, circular motions. It was like a car wash, but with Limestone as the sole, gargantuan car. And her cleaners were more than willing to reach every nook and cranny. Often, the light touches were ticklish, causing her to wiggle involuntarily, and she could feel every last one at the same time. Were she not already spent, Limestone probably would have gotten hot and bothered.

They kept going all around her exposed skin, humming, laughing, or whispering sweet nothings as they sponged and lathered a whole drugstore's worth of soap onto her body. Not even her face and ears were spared any attention, their motions delicate enough that even her eyelids could be properly scrubbed. It was quite the experience for Limestone, one that nobody had ever gone through before. At least, not at the scale involved.

And it wasn't even over yet! After a second rinse, Limestone reluctantly pried her eyes open, making sure the coast was clear before she carefully flipped onto her stomach, resting her forehead on her crossed arms as her boobs sunk down to squish onto the earth. Then, about half the people present started repeating the process on previously untouched areas, her back, butt, and the undersides of her arms and legs. Meanwhile, the rest were in the middle of shampooing her hair, quite an ordeal in and of itself.

But eventually, though, the undertaking was complete, and with one final rinse, she was clean. It would take a while for her hair to dry, and for now it was pasted to her scalp, but the sun would take care of the rest quickly enough. Limestone sighed in contentment, propping her head onto her chin. "Nice job, everyone. You guys worked hard for me, so... thanks."

Limestone was answered with a litany of dismissive waves, "no problem"s, and "our pleasure"s, some from behind her as they clambered down from her back.

However, before she got the chance to do anything else, she notice that there was still someone on top of her. More specifically, cozied up in between her butt cheeks. "Ok, who's that on my ass?"

When nobody replied, Norman jogged over to check, pulling himself onto her back. "Hey, Ryn, get out of there! We're done!"

"Really? Come on, man, Limestone probably wants to do other stuff now!" added Micro.

"Mmm, one more minute," Ryn mumbled, barely audible.

Limestone groaned, debating whether or not to just yank him off. Though, inferring that he had been the one to take up the charge of cleaning that much-dirtier-than-average area like a real trooper, Limestone supposed he earned it. When she explained as much, the others agreed.

Once Ryn had had his fun, he pried himself out, walking over with Norman back to the space by her head. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it," he began, "what are you even using for toilet paper, Limestone?"

"That's a good question," Limestone said. "As of now, nothing."

Pumice gasped. "That's terrible! We should find something you could use as soon as we can."

"That would definitely be nice," Limestone stated.

Micro nodded, resolved. "Then consider it done. With the power of the internet on our side, even the most obscure products are within our reach!"

"What he said," added Norman, stifling a laugh.

"While we're on the subject," Micro continued, "is there anything else you can think of that you might need?"

Limestone shifted a bit, her wrist now supporting her cheek as she thought. There were a few lingering issues she needed to address with her family, but not much else. In her new body, she had no need for shelter, even if she could fit indoors. Pinkie and her friends had thought this through pretty well already. What else was there?

Then, something came to her. "Well, eating nothing but trees is going to get really old really fast," she said. "Even if they were tasty, they've got no protein. And with my lifestyle, that's kind of important."

Suddenly, Lickety Split started bouncing up and down and squealing in excitement, waving to catch her attention. When Limestone made eye contact, she stopped. "You can eat me if you want, I totally wouldn't mind! As long as you don't chew."

Multiple faces turned to her in bewilderment, Limestone's included. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

She did. "You can eat me if you want! The thought of you tasting me all over, then sliding down your throat and becoming a part of you. Mmm." Lickety wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered.

Micro was completely unsurprised by this. "It's a not too uncommon fetish called vore," he explained. "Ms. Split is, like, hardcore into the idea."

"Uh, no!" Limestone exclaimed, the whole concept simply not computing to her.

Lickety flinched at the outburst before slumping dejectedly. "Why not?"

Here, Limestone pushed herself back upright, sitting with her arms crossed to more effectively glare at her. "Because you would fucking die, that's why. This 'vore' thing is off the table. Some people might be interested, but I won't be responsible for killing anybody, even if they are consenting."

A few moments passed before Lickety sighed in acceptance. "Alright..."

Limestone shook her head. "Still, I just remembered. I haven't been able to brush my teeth since growing either. Assuming they don't sell fifteen foot toothbrushes anywhere, you want to be in charge of that?"

Lickety perked back up. "Really? Sure!"

"Great," Limestone said, glad to have not completely crushed all her hopes.

There was a brief, awkward period where nobody could think of anything to say, which ended when Norman spoke up. "So, what sort of kinky sexcapades would you be up for, Limestone?"

Limestone shrugged. "I'm not picky. Well, as long as no one gets permanently hurt. And I can get off from it, obviously. Why don't you guys work out the details while I go get my work done? For that and the food variety issue."

Smiles broke out all around. "Gladly!" said Norman.

After downing another tree for lunch, Limestone strode over to the Pie quarry, unintentionally disrupting traffic as drivers slowed down to gawk. She just rolled her eyes at them. What did draw her attention and interest as she approached was the presence of her dad's battered old pickup truck in the driveway. Her suspicions were quickly confirmed as she spotted him crouched among the flattened remnants of the farmhouse, along with her mom.

"Hey dad. Hey mom," Limestone greeted.

Cloudy dropped what she was doing to turn and face her. Feldspar did too, though with an apprehensive expression as he rigidly maintained eye contact.

"Daughter!" her mom exclaimed. "We have been awaiting your return. I was so worried."

"How dost thee fare?" her father asked. "I apologize we could not hasten to your side yesterday. Twas a bit much for us at first, and quite unexpected."

Limestone smiled, comforted by their familiar, antiquated mannerisms. "I'm good. Great, even." Here, she paused, glancing around. "I'm so sorry about the house. It just happened."

"We understand," said Cloudy. "I am just glad thou art unhurt."

"Indeed," Feldspar added. "We will recover what we can," he said, gesturing around him, "but thee, my precious Limestone Pie, cannot be replaced."

"Thanks," replied Limestone. Then, her smile faded. "Still... are you guys really okay with this? The new me, and my new lifestyle? Be honest."

Here, her dad sighed. "Nay. But I have accepted it, and so has your mother. You still tend to the quarry, and I know your heart will always remain with us, regardless of the company you keep or your newfound lack of decency."

Limestone shook her head and snorted in amusement. "Gee, that's a vote of confidence, for sure."

"Indeed it is," said Cloudy. "In truth, tis not much worse than Pinkamena's habits."

"Yeah, that's one way to think about it," said Limestone.

"Regardless," her father began, changing the topic, "you shouldst go greet thine sister, Marble, over yonder." Here, he gestured to the piles of rocks Limestone had dug up yesterday.

Surprised to hear that Marble was present, Limestone turned to look. She could barely make out the top of Marble's dark grey hair, camouflaged amongst the stones through which she silently combed. When she noticed Limestone noticing, Marble shot her a quick glance upwards, cheek burning red beneath her one visible eye, before resuming her task. Limestone didn't bat an eye at her demure sister's usual antics. Same old Marble. Some things never change.

Cloudy cleared her throat to regain Limestone's attention. "Marble kindly agreed to aid thee until a permanent assistant can be located."

"I was meaning to bring that up," said Limestone. "You're on top of things as always, mom." Then, she turned to Marble. "Are you sure you're up for it, though, Marble? What about your classes?"

"Mmhm," she hummed, her posture indicative of the fact she was fine.

Limestone gazed wistfully down at her family. Man, everybody's really looking out for me. Who knows what would've happened otherwise?

Feldspar grabbed his hat. "I suppose you desire to resume working earnestly, yes? I won't stop ye. We shall do so as well."

Limestone nodded an affirmative. After that, no more words needed to be said. Limestone stepped into the quarry, resuming her daily task of breaking rocks, but with her newfound size and strength as her only required tools. As she excavated boulders with her heels and scooped them in her fingers, her parents resumed salvaging what was left of their old home. Marble, too, did her part, finding a few small crystals.

Once she deemed her efforts for the afternoon sufficient, Limestone waved goodbye to the three of them before reluctantly absconding to do her business, soiling another bedsheet. Then she went back to Camp Everfree for dinner. She also got in a quick apology to Gloriosa and Timber about the sign, which they'd successfully replaced. To them, it was already water under the bridge. Well, for Gloriosa, at least. Timber barely spoke to her, which cemented Limestone's opinion of him. Either he had no balls whatsoever, or he already had a girlfriend and was restraining himself.

Meanwhile, basically everyone in her little posse was insatiable, and they wanted to get another round of sex in before the day was out. But before they could espouse their well thought, debased plans, Limestone had held up a hand to cut them off, insisting they limit their fucking to once per day, lest the excitement start to wane.

So, they instead spent the evening just hanging out, and Limestone got to know everyone a bit better. She felt sorry for Terramar, having to bounce back and forth between his separated parents' places. Really, most of their stories weren't much better, which Limestone had half expected, given that they all readily abandoned their responsibilities to be with her. For the time being, at least.

These thought in mind, Limestone returned to the meadow she'd taken a liking to and settled in to sleep. She was determined to make it worth their while, leaving them as happy as they were making her.

Author's Note

For the record, OC submissions are still open, and will remain so.