Limestone's 100ft Life

The next morning, Limestone awoke refreshed and eager to face the day. It was Sunday, which was usually when she took a break from work to get her other chores done around the house, a Pie tradition. But, well, she no longer had a house. There was no dust to sweep or laundry to wash. Nor could she just go out and buy food and necessities, given that she was now bigger than most of the places she used to shop at. This brought to mind the amusing image of her kneeling down next to a drive-through window at a fast food place and ordering everything they had.

She snorted and shook her head. Idle thoughts of the early morning rarely made for the best ideas. Limestone stood, brushing a few bits of dirt off of her skin. Her continued nakedness almost completely escaped her notice. She hadn't expected to be able to get over her imparted societal hang-ups so quickly, but she never had embarrassed easily to begin with. So what if her boobs and pussy were always visible? They looked fine, great even, and it wasn't like anybody could even reach without her consent. Which, admittedly, she had been pretty loose with lately.

At camp, all her friends were waiting outside their tents again, many nursing coffee. She guessed they hadn't quite gotten used to her early to bed, early to rise schedule yet. Still, they did have a pleasant surprise waiting for her. Pumice had ordered multiple long rolls of brown craft paper, normally used for shipping. Relative to her body, they weren't quite as wide as proper toilet paper would have been, but nevertheless proved to be way better than nothing, and she made a point of thanking him profusely.

The second another large tree finished its trip to Limestone's stomach, Lickety Split stepped forward, prepared for the task she had delegated to her. She wore a headlamp and nothing else, carrying a scrub brush in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other. "I'm ready to clean those pearly whites!" Lickety exclaimed.

Limestone rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know what you're into, but seriously, aren't you a little too excited? My breath is probably terrible at this point."

She nodded, resolute. "All the more reason, then!"

"If you say so," Limestone replied with a shrug.

Reaching down, she delicately picked up Lickety Split between a thumb and forefinger and through the air to her face. Carefully, Limestone placed the tiny woman between her cheek and her teeth. There, she went to work, Limestone able to feel her systematically brushing each one. Once she'd finished that side, Limestone pulled Lickety to the other, and then the front.

The inside faces and her molars were easier, as Lickety Split had room to access every tooth from the surface of her tongue. Having something, or someone, actually moving around inside her mouth was a rather novel experience for Limestone. And judging from the second, more lewd flavor she could taste underneath the minty toothpaste, Lickety Split was having an experience of her own.

Limestone went over to the lake to rinse out her mouth as soon as Lickety was back on the ground in a satisfied pink heap. While she had been brushing, the others had been bringing over supplies. On first glance, Limestone had assumed they were for the 'shower' afterwards, as the hoses from yesterday rested neatly coiled in a pile. But then Norman marched over carrying a stack of colorful harnesses, the kind used for rock climbing, and Limestone instantly became confused.

Micro Chips walked up to meet him, an excited grin on his face. "Gloriosa let us use them? Great!"

Norman nodded, returning his enthusiasm. "Yeah, as long as we wash them thoroughly afterwards. But that's a small price to pay for the ride of a lifetime."

Terramar had them both beat, energetically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Oh, I can't wait!"

At this point she had to ask. "Okay, I'll bite," began Limestone. "What's that gear for? Our wild sex act of the day?"

The three of them tilted their heads all the way back to meet her eyes. "Got it in one," said Norman. "Wanna take a guess what it'll be?"

Playing along, Limestone cupped her chin. "Something more vertical?"

"Nope!" answered Micro. "There's a major area of yours we've been neglecting, and that simply cannot stand. Surely you have a need to be filled."

It took a second before Limestone caught his meaning. When she did, Limestone was totally taken aback. "You want to go inside me. Like, shoved into my pussy and used as toys. I don't know if that's extremely stupid and dangerous or thoughtful and hot as hell."

"Heheh, why can't it be both?"

Limestone's eyes trained on the new voice, one with a 'trailian accent. It was a tall (compared to average) woman with indigo skin and short white curls. "Either way, I'm always up for a thrill."

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Limestone asked.

"Rolling Thunder," she said. "Kinda disappointed you forgot, but I'll forgive ya if you let me partake, wink wink."

With anticipation already slowly building inside her massive frame, Limestone didn't think that would be a problem in the least. "Done. I'm in." Really, after the great time everyone showed her before, how could she say no? She pursed her lips, fully aware of the gentle prodding from her fit, youthful body's deepest instincts. "Or rather, you guys will be."

Taking that as their cue, everyone begun to make the appropriate preparations. Micro, Norman, Terramar, and Rolling Thunder each stripped down before donning the climbing harnesses. Thunder had brought snorkels, which were strapped to their faces tube-down. Once those were secure, Terramar threaded a hose through the straps on each harness, tying them in place with sturdy-looking knots. Lastly, the ends of the hoses were duct taped to the snorkels. The end result was that each of them would be able to breathe inside Limestone's snatch indefinitely. She was impressed by Micro and Norman's combined ingenuity, brought to fruition for the sole purpose of fucking on a level never before attempted.

At the same time, Pumice, Ryn, and everyone else gathered to watch at a safe distance, their own 'equipment' at the ready. She'd give them a show they wouldn't soon forget, and perhaps even fantasize about for the rest of their lives.

Limestone got down onto her knees, shaking the earth as her immense weight distributed itself. Normally, this would be the pose Limestone would take to give a blowjob, but there was no chance any cock could come to her eye level now. Instead, she'd be taking in whole people. If she hadn't been hot and bothered before, Limestone sure was now, secretly relishing the affection bordering on fealty. Nobody else could do what she was about to.

Unable to hold back any longer, she pressed her left arm against her stomach, using two fingers to spread her folds open. Instead of escaping in drops, her womanhood was so massive that it leaked sticky fluid in a continuous stream onto the ground like a faucet. Her scent escape freely into the air, carried on the wind to the widening nostrils of her diminutive partners.

Limestone figured it would be more exciting if she started small and worked her way up. So, first up was Terramar. She flicked his cute little dick a few times for good measure, eliciting a moan from the teen, before plunging him headfirst into the beyond warm confines of her yawning vagina. With the high sensitivity of her passage, Limestone could feel each part of his body rubbing against her, from his head down to his toes.

"I'd ask how he is, but I can tell from the look on your face: you're as turned on by this as we are," Norman said, resisting the temptation to start touching himself.

"It's..." Limestone said, trailing off as Terramar started to grope around inside her, triggering a reflexive squeeze. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. Knowing that my fucking cunt is big enough to just... envelop someone's entire body is..."

"Phenomenal?" Micro posed.

"Yeah," she confirmed with a drawn out moan, her focus lasering in on every tiny motion from within her. "But you promised I'd be filled. And I've still got plenty of room."

Before he could get another word in, Limestone whisked him ten feet up to the level of her needy pussy and jammed him inside. Then, with three fingers, she pushed both he and Terramar as deep as they could go, both of their little heads knocking on her cervix. They scraped against her bumpy interior along the way, adding to Limestone's escalating pleasure while surely becoming coated in her wetness.

She could feel both of them start to thrust and hump, their barely perceptible cocks perpetually and gently teasing areas which had previously only received rock-hard pounding. It was totally new for her, and indescribably stimulating. Limestone whimpered, unable to tell if they were at her mercy or if she was at theirs. Either way, she wanted, no, needed more. And she had more.

All pretense of restraint gone, Limestone scooped Norman and Rolling Thunder into one hand, the former yelping in surprise as the latter whooped in excitement. She put her last two volunteer toys in headfirst too, her body willingly acclimating their entry but not their exit. By the time they bumped into Micro and Terramar, mashing them against her farthest reaches, only their feet were visible outside of Limestone.

Then everyone's motors were running in earnest, and Limestone's strength gave out. She fell to her forearms with a crash, letting out high pitched moans through clenched teeth as her heavy breathing disturbed the grass. Ass high in the air, each feverish action performed by the four people stuffing her coming without warning and to great effect. Limestone could tell approximately who was doing what from the location of her fuck canal being stimulated. Terramar rubbed his whole body against her, sensually snuggling. Thunder pinched and tugged, trying to force a reaction. Norman rubbed back and forth, eager to please. And Micro had completely lost it, humping rapidly.

She imagined what they were experiencing in that moment, totally immersed in hot, sopping pussy that pulsed over and around every inch of their flesh. Her pussy. Eyes whipping around to her spectators, who were now masturbating zealously, Limestone understood. She was like them now, enlightened by the true pinnacle of debauchery, and there would be no going back.

Envisioning a future filled with endless, giant-sized orgasms worthy of a goddess, Limestone abruptly came. Her whole body shaking with pleasure, a wild, passionate scream escaping from her lungs. As her pussy throbbed around her temporary denizens, her tits jostled about in unrestrained motion. Limestone swore she was getting internal vibrations from her occupants screaming in ecstasy as they reached their own orgasms. Her vision went white at the edges, back arching as her towering legs clenched.

Eventually, Limestone recovered, rolling upright to sit Indian style. A horribly lewd chorus of grunting and moaning from those watching her slowly died down as they came off their own highs. Even collectively, their output paled in comparison to the amount with which Limestone had stained the grass. She idly wondered if femcum was nutritious for plants. But even if it wasn't, she didn't give half a shit, because man that felt good. "Man, that felt good," she repeated aloud.

Slowly tugging on the hoses, Limestone extracted Micro and company, leaving them in the area fenced in by her crossed legs. Their whole bodies shined with her slick juices, hair matted down. Snorkels came off as they gulped down fresh air and caught their breath.

"Fuuuuuuck," uttered Micro, too spent to even sit up.

"You said it," agreed Norman, leaning against Limestone's thigh for support. "Damn if we're not doing this again soon."

Rolling Thunder laughed. "Our big girl nearly dislocated my shoulder just by cumming. I'd bet my head that's on the table."

Limestone smirked, humming in agreement. "I'd take that bet."

"Ha!" Thunder snorted.

Terramar just giggled like madman. Or a kid who'd just bought a candy store, it was hard to tell.

Limestone sighed. "Well, I'm satisfied as hell. Kinda want to go back to the quarry and stretch my other muscles now."

"Wait, before that!" Terramar exclaimed, his blissful fit suddenly ending. "I've actually got something better!"

As it turned out, that 'something better' was another potential food source. Terramar's mother, Ocean Flow, was a fisherwoman, and supposedly had an extra net Limestone could borrow. At first, she was skeptical she could use it, but he explained that it was a deep-sea trawler, the kind normally dragged behind commercial fishing vessels, which was what Ocean Flow captained. Then a new problem became apparent: Limestone would have to actually get to the ocean, which was on the exact opposite side of Canterlot from the camp.

And so, Limestone was now making her way through the city. It was simply too wide for going around to be efficient. Terramar sat on top of her ear like a pencil, holding tightly onto her hair as he gave directions. Not that anyone noticed; the populace was too busy looking at Limestone, stupefied. She was easily visible even from blocks away, her head peeking out over rooftops. Parents shielded the eyes of their children, as if almost every kid hadn't already been exposed to boobs straight from birth. Others took pictures on their phones, too afraid or preoccupied to actually commit like Micro and company. Those who couldn't see her could still hear her, titanic footsteps reverberating through the concrete.

Limestone kept to two lane streets, each foot occupying one, and worked very hard to avoid snapping power lines as she moved by taking high steps, practically marching. The traffic signals were also a problem, the lights not being designed to be easily visible from like six stories up, what with those covers. Drivers who weren't gawking or wolf-whistling up at her were honking at her to get moving when the lights went green. It was a good thing Limestone was largely immune to road rage by virtue of being slightly annoyed almost 24/7, otherwise she might have been tempted to kick a few cars.

When Limestone managed to make it to the coast without causing any major property damage, she sighed in relief. Now she found herself at the beachfront, her body casting a long shadow over the sands, much to the chagrin of the few people trying to tan themselves. Limestone idly noted that she hadn't gotten sunburnt yet, despite being totally exposed to the sun for days. Her skin was just that thick, she supposed.

"So, Terramar. Now which way?" Limestone asked.

"Go left," he replied from his perch. "The harbor isn't too far from here. If I were you, I'd wade there; less of a hassle."

"Definitely," Limestone agreed.

Strolling down the beach, Limestone left footprints over two feet deep in the sand. Her legs kicked up forceful waves as she stepped into the water, carrying nearby swimmers away. Once she was far enough from them, she turned, picking up the pace. The natural waves, not of her own making, were little more than ripples to Limestone at her size, and they barely reached her nipples.

Eventually, the sands gave way to hard stone, wood, and steel, jutting out into the water. Ships of all shapes and sizes were moored in different spots, from motorboats Limestone could have picked up in one hand to enormous cargo vessels that dwarfed even her.

Terramar spotted Ms. Flow before Limestone did. "There she is!" Terramar exclaimed.

The pale yellow, magenta-haired woman was waving to her from the deck of a more medium-sized boat with a crane pointing off the back. When Limestone closed the distance, she could make out her bright smile. "There's certainly no mistaking it, you must be Limestone!"

"Heh, that's me," she confirmed.

"Hi, mom!" Terramar said.

"Hi, sweetie!" After returning the greeting, Ms. Flow faced Limestone. "You can just set him down over here. I already unhooked the net for you." she said, gesturing to stern.

Humming in acknowledgement, Limestone plucked Terramar off her head and dropped him next to her. Then she picked up the net, stretching it out. The white rope was stained brownish from use, but was intact, and as large as advertised. "Well, this works," she stated.

Ocean Flow laughed. "Glad to hear it! I could take all day thanking you for spending time with my son, but I won't keep you."

"I appreciate that," Limestone replied. "And I'm happy to help. Our relationship is... mutually beneficial."

Terramar smiled at that. "I'll say!"

She rolled her eyes at that. "Well, take care," said Limestone with a smile of her own.

As they said their goodbyes, Limestone swam off. Well, waded a safe distance away again, and then swam off. She was honestly quite ready to get started, as the appeal of eating fish after days without so much as a single carb, let alone meat, was triggering a rumble in her stomach something fierce. Limestone maintained a measured pace, using the breaststroke so she could regularly pause to look down around her for fish. The salty seawater was only slightly bothersome to her eyes.

Limestone was a bit proud of herself for going through with this whole arrangement, since almost everyone else in her family couldn't even swim at all. Being raised with a strong work ethic in a dry, rocky environment would do that. Pinkie could, but not nearly as well as Limestone. Maud used to joke that her proficiency was a result of her name, as limestone was a sedimentary rock formed from the compressed shells of ancient marine animals.

Suddenly, snapping back to the present, Limestone spied a large silver mass among the blue depths of the water, the light reflecting off the scales of thousands of fish. Jackpot. Taking care not to drop the net, Limestone let out the lines in each hand, which were thin to her fingers, until the body of the net was at the approximate correct depth. Then she swam for the school of fish, the net trailing along behind her. The fish didn't know what hit them, the weight of about two thirds of the morsels settling into the net and providing resistance to Limestone's motion.

Treading water, Limestone pulled her catch up. The still struggling fish hung before her, a compacted mass about half the size of her head. She wondered how she'd cook them all before realizing that would involve taking way too much time, going back to shore and everything. "Sushi it is, then," Limestone said to herself before dumping a bunch of them into her upturned mouth. She chewed for a bit before swallowing, each fish about the size of a grain of rice to her. Whatever kind of fish they were (she had no clue), they were bony and not even close to being as good as actual sushi. But compared to the trees, they were heavenly, especially with the salty seawater adding flavor. Potential cramping be damned, Limestone shoveled the rest into her maw with gusto, letting out an unladylike belch when she had finished.

Limestone couldn't resist barking out a laugh. "Sharks, bah. I'm the new top of the food chain."

Making up for lost calories, she then proceeded to snag and devour the majority of two more schools of fish, completely stuffing herself. Vowing to make this a regular thing from now on, Limestone returned to Canterlot's coastline at a leisurely pace, savoring the feel of the cool water on her skin.

Once she'd given the net back and returned to Camp Everfree, Limestone's friends were ready to wash her off. Many got distracted and rubbed themselves against her first, but Limestone was in too much of a food coma to care at that point. She could forgive their minor indulgences, more flattered than angry, especially since she was the one being pampered in the end.

By the time she turned in for the night, Limestone was content in every possible sense of the word.