The first thing Limestone did the next morning, after rolling to her feet with a yawn and a mighty crash, was smile. More than merely nonplussed by how she loomed over the Everfree like the mountain range in the distance, the observation thrilled her. As she stomped out of her sleeping clearing, shaking the morning dew from her hair, Limestone hummed to herself, musing literally and figuratively. Being a giantess probably wasn't for everybody, but so far Limestone was very much content.

Most of what she would miss out on from now on she was never super interested in to begin with. Smartphone media, or whatever? Never had one. Pursuing the latest fashions? Couldn't see the point. Team sports? She'd get pissed when her teammates screwed up and be given the boot. Movies? Actually, she still liked the occasional popcorn-muncher. Maybe she could get a projector, or crash a drive-in.

However, she caught sight of something unusual when she reached the camp. Namely, what she didn't see: people. Gloriosa and Timber were up and about, trying to focus on their chores while in her massively distracting presence, but they were it. Where were all her little friends? Well, ok, now that she was paying more attention, she did spy the ankle-high form of Rolling Thunder, leaning against a cabin with her eyes shut and legs crossed.

"Hey, Rolling!" Limestone yelled.

"AAH!" Rolling Thunder blurted, nearly falling over before she righted herself and looked up crossly at Limestone. Maybe shouting loud enough to shake the leaves on the trees was a bad idea, but in Limestone's defense, she hadn't been able to do that for most of her life. "Think you were subtle enough, eh?" Rolling said, oozing sarcasm.

Limestone didn't blush, but she came close. "Sorry. Where is everyone?"

Rolling walked a few paces to get a better angle. "It's a Monday. Blokes are all either working, trying ta find work, or at school."

"Oh, right." She kept such rigorous hours normally that Limestone had totally forgotten. That made deciding what to do today a non event. "Wait, then why are you still here?"

Rolling shrugged, pointing a thumb at herself. "Ex-con."

This was a satisfactory explanation to Limestone. People in her position had it rough. She nodded in understanding.

After a trip to the 'restroom' and breakfast - two trees, because all that fish had stimulated her appetite - Rolling Thunder helped Limestone brush her teeth, since Lickety Split was absent. Then, she went to the quarry and spent most of the morning and afternoon smashing rocks like old times. Marble wasn't free either, so her only company was the occasional bird that flew by next to or underneath her. Even though she didn't have to bother with tools anymore, which was still sweet, the sun shone bright as ever. Limestone was sweating buckets by the time she was satisfied she'd mined enough. As in, you could probably fill multiple buckets with the quantity of sweat she put out, which was both gross and a little hot.

Cars were sporadically rolling into the camp lot when Limestone got back, and there was a bit of a commotion next to a picnic blanket by the tents as a dozen-plus members of her friend harem fussed excitedly over some small black objects and the image on a laptop, neither of which she could make out. However, as her shadow fell over them, they all whirled to greet her.

"Something seems to have you guys excited. Should I be jealous?" Limestone asked, mischievously.

Norman snorted in amusement. "No, this is a surprise for you!"

Ryn nodded. "A good one, I think. Micro has been working diligently on it these past few nights."

Micro Chips scratched the back of his head. "I'm not so sure, Ryn. Limestone, it's, well... I know I should have asked you first, but I just couldn't stop myself."

Okay, at first Limestone was relieved, but now she was starting to worry. "What's the surprise? Is it a party and/or cake? Because surprises in my life are usually that."

Micro took a deep breath before answering. "It's a porn site."

Limestone's eyebrow rose. "A porn site?"

"For you. Well, and us, I suppose, but mostly for you," Micro explained, adjusting his glasses. "It's called BiggestPie.com."

Pumice, who had been holding his tongue until now, cut in to elaborate. "Put simply, you're not low-maintenance, and this would be a great way to supplement your income. Surely there are people who would love the opportunity to adore you besides us. Filming some porn videos and selling them would be a promising opportunity."

"We just bought an assortment of cameras, many of them waterproof," Ryn said, gesturing to the pile of stuff from before.

"You're the only woman of your magnitude in the world, Limestone, so you have a monopoly on size kinks, and can charge a lot," Micro added. "I'm not even sure the anti-piracy measures will be necessary."

"Yeah!" Lickety exclaimed. "You can use the money on, among other things, actual food. Big girls have gotta eat after all, and nobody in their right mind would want you to lose your figure," she noted with a wink.

"Truer words have never been spoken," Pumice declared. After that, he and the rest of the group looked skywards to Limestone, waiting to hear her response.

Limestone was still silently absorbing the information, unsure whether to be deeply grateful or deeply offended. For Micro and the others to just assume she'd be willing to become a porn star said a lot about how they thought of her. How many of them inwardly labeled her as a sex object? At the same time, they were still looking out for her best interests, and were willing to share her with the masses.

The longer Limestone looked at it from that angle, the greater the appeal. She was already in pretty deep at this point, running around nude 24/7 and fucking out in the open air. What harm was there in making some major cash in the process? Moreover, how were anonymous perverts really any different from known perverts? Maybe they were creepier, but she wouldn't have to actually meet any of them.

"You know what? I'll do it. Why not at this point, right?" Limestone said.

Cheers rang all around. Limestone and company immediately began to plan their first shoot for that very evening.

Limestone brushed her fingers through her hair and rubbed a stray patch of dirt off her skin as she prepared herself physically and mentally for what she was about to do. She stood near the mouth of a cave far too small to admit her, one which once held magical crystals, according to Gloriosa, and waited for the videographers to get into position. They were fairly spread out, in order to film from multiple angles, including within the forest for dramatic scale shots, in the open right up front, and on the far top side of the pointed-hill-slash-small-mountain into which the cave led, among others.

The most important camera, though, was the one attached to Pumice's climbing harness. It sported an actual rope this time, which curved around into a big, loose loop. Aside from the harness, Pumice wore nothing at all. Which made sense, considering the man was to be her partner and fellow actor for her first video.

There had been a bit of an argument regarding who would have the honor, but Limestone and the others had elected him due to two main factors. First off, he hadn't gotten to sweep her chimney yesterday. Second, and more importantly to be visible from a distance, he had the largest dick among all the guys assembled. Though not by much, and not that Limestone could even make out the difference.

Without time to draft or memorize a full script, they had only a general outline planned. Which was fine by Limestone, as that seemed to her a waste of time. Trying to perfectly choreograph something as passion-driven as sex was a fool's errand.

"Everyone ready?" Limestone eventually asked. She certainly was, her cunt throbbing and moist with anticipation.

"Extremely," Pumice answered. His penis jabbed sharply upwards.

Once the cameramen finished letting out a string of affirmatives, Limestone gave the go ahead to begin filming. After checking to make sure her buddies were rolling, Limestone took a deep breath and put on her best seductive smile before gazing down at Pumice with her hands on her hips.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems the tiny townspeople have sent me another offering," Limestone said.

Pumice gulped, feigning being intimidated. "Yes, Giantess Limestone. Um, if I may ask, what are you going to do with me?"

Limestone shrugged. "It varies, depending on my whims. If I'm hungry, I eat my offerings. Or if I'm bored, I'll drop them into a tree and laugh as they struggle to get down. Sometimes, if I want to blow off steam, I take my offering and just crush them underfoot."

Pumice dropped to his knees. "Please, have mercy!" he begged.

"Oh, don't worry," Limestone reassured him. "I can't help but notice you're quite the looker. And today, I've got a different kind of steam built up, so you can be my pet. Lucky you."

With that, Limestone reached down and scooped Pumice up. Taking the rope in her other hand, Limestone threaded it over her head. Then, she let Pumice drop, and he bounced against the space between her breasts, forming a human necklace. Pumice was turned so his back was pressed against Limestone's ribcage, and he craned his head back to meet her eyes.

"There we are, my own little trophy." Limestone smirked, running a foot-wide finger down his body and giving his cock a little flick for good measure. "Better get used to it, 'cause you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Though something tells me you don't mind."

Pumice said nothing, instead soaking in the sublime view from up on high as he started running his hands across what little of Limestone's skin he could reach.

"Eager, are we? Here, let me help you." With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Limestone brought her hands to the outside curves of her voluminous boobs and slowly squeezed them together, completely enveloping Pumice's entire body in a huge sandwich of fragrant, soft flesh.

Limestone could feel Pumice struggling as she kneaded her breasts, giving him a full-body titjob, his hot toothpick of a dick only barely discernible against her sensitive skin. "How does it feel, being totally helpless to stop me from smothering you between my big jugs?"

If he replied, Limestone couldn't hear it. So, she just kept at it, tugging at her engorged nipples with pinched knuckles as she savored the sensation of a warm body trapped against her chest. Letting out a satisfied hum, Limestone let go after a little while, and Pumice gasped for breath, shuddering as her mammoth mammaries fell away. He had no words, his jaw hanging open and his cock painfully erect.

"It was that overwhelming, eh? As expected," Limestone declared. Then, she took her left hand and cradled Pumice from underneath, his whole body resting in her palm. "Alright, let's see how you taste."

Opening her mouth, Limestone ran her slick tongue across Pumice's body. She started slowly at first, pressing against him as she methodically fellated every exposed piece of flesh, from his feet to the top of his head, all while giving him an up close and personal look at the inside of her spacious mouth. Pumice grunted in pleasure atop her hand every time the tip of her great tongue passed his dick. Limestone didn't have to force herself to keep going, wanting more of his masculine flavor.

She redoubled her ministrations, licking the both his inner thighs at once, covering his head, then half his body at once, back and forth, down and up and around. Pumice quickly became totally coated in her saliva, his orange hair matted and twisted about wildly. Limestone was loving it, the absolute control, the disparity in their sizes, feeling him writhe in pleasure against her palm as the breaths from her nose washed across him.

"Ah! M-Mistress!" Pumice exclaimed, his body clearly approaching the edge of what it could take.

Limestone had never been called 'mistress' before, but found she very much liked the moniker. In fact, she thought he deserved a reward for the idea. Retracting her tongue, Limestone licked her lips, then brought them down to his torso, pinching his dick between them. She stared past her nose at the expression of ecstasy on Pumice's face as she rhythmically and firmly compressed her lips. His cock didn't even go all the way to her teeth, but Limestone could still feel it throbbing against her skin. And Pumice could definitely feel it, if the volume of his impassioned utterances were anything to go by.

All Limestone had to do to get him to cum at that point was lid her eyes a bit. Pumice cried out, humping against Limestone's face as he came with intensity. Once he was spent, he collapsed back into her palm, shuddering in bliss. Raising her head back up, Limestone licked her lips again, savoring the tiny taste of cum she'd been given.

"Am I to your liking, mistress?" Pumice asked between ragged, gasping breaths.

Limestone smiled and nodded. "You are. But you aren't enough."

She fidgeted slightly, moaning as a rain of hot liquid fell from her pussy down multiple stories to the ground. Doing that to him, watching his reactions... It had only made her more horny, not any closer to her own release. "I need it bad. And you're simply too small to satisfy me, pet," she said.

Turning around, Limestone sauntered over to the craggy hill, eyeing the pointed ridge hungrily. "Yeah, that should do nicely. If it can stand up to me, that is."

She leaned forward at an angle, the cave entrance directly below her gigantic ass when she straddled it. Pumice found himself dangling in midair as Limestone settled into position, the sight of her lightly flushed face above and jiggling boobs below bringing him back to full arousal.

"Now be sure to watch closely," Limestone instructed. "Watch as I grind away this paltry rock formation with nothing but my huge pussy, and be grateful it isn't you down there."

"I absolutely am, Mistress Limestone," Pumice said at almost a whisper, shivering with awe at her display of size and dominance. "No meager man could possibly survive your unrestrained desires."

"Now there's an idea..."

This was the first time since her growth spurt that Limestone could cut loose and really put some force into her sex, get rough. And she certainly took advantage of that, slamming her snatch against the hilltop over and over as she humped it voraciously, arms planted on the stone to each side. Limestone was a mining woman, and ever since puberty, she'd liked her sex toys like she liked her rocks: as hard and solid as possible. Each jolt of pain-tinted pleasure only spurred her masturbation session further. With each thrust, Limestone shook the ground, sending mighty, booming tremors through the forest, the sound just barely louder than her accompanying moans. All the while, Pumice was unable to do anything but hang there and watch her assets squeeze and shake, jacking himself off.

Limestone let out a throaty sigh. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff." But she still craved more. Straightening, she began to gyrate atop the hill, coating the bluff in her dripping juices. With one of her freed arms, she snatched Pumice again and pressed him against one of her tits. "Fuck my nipple, pet," she commanded.

Not needing to be told twice, Pumice thrust his cock against her much wider nipple with feverish intensity, fully devoted to the overwhelming frame of his massive mistress. And even if he wasn't, Pumice was trapped by the immovable pressure of her hand. Thrusting was about all he could do. Those people behind the cameras did not need to be told where to aim their lenses, as they too were enraptured, unable to fathom focusing their equipment on anything besides Limestone as she shattered mountain rocks to dust beneath herself in a passionate frenzy.

Limestone was getting close, now. Her toes curled, scraping deep furrows into the grass as her moaning increased in intensity. What few wild animals were still nearby scurried away in all directions, sensing an approaching cataclysm. But Limestone paid them no mind, her own attention squarely on the pressure building within her pussy and clit as they throbbed and twitched, hot and bursting. Her hips, supporting literal tons upon tons of weight, crashed down over and over, now totally out of Limestone's ability to control. "Ahh! Shit, I'm so close. Gonna fuckin cum so fuckin hard!"

"Do it!" Pumice urged from against her breast. "Nothing on this earth can stop you from gratifying yourself!"

This confirmation was all Limestone needed for her floodgates to open. With an ear-shattering scream, she rammed her crotch against the stones as forcefully as she could. Her body shook with tremors of bliss as she came, gouts of honey pouring from her folds as the hillside collapsed under the strain, starting a rockslide and forever sealing the cave. Well, counting her orgasm, it was more like a mudslide. Limestone's eyes rolled back, her knees splaying open to the ground as her perch was obliterated by her sheer mass.

"Oh god, take me!" Pumice shouted. Still locked against Limestone's boob, hearing the sheer destruction she'd caused simply by masturbating, Pumice came too, painting her nipple with comparatively feeble spurts of jizz.

Limestone's limbs went limp, freeing Pumice, as she panted deeply, the last few boulders tumbling to a stop as her cum dripped down and her afterglow simmered. That was definitely the strongest orgasm she'd had in ages, the remainder of months of dissatisfaction pouring forth. And it was all on camera, ready to be trimmed for optimal effect and presented to the paying public. Thousands of people would be getting off to this, jealous of Pumice and totally captivated by her body, her size, her power. Limestone hummed in contentment. "Damn, that was good. Hope nobody wanted to use this cave for anything, heh."

A few of her friends laughed at that as they cut the footage and started packing up their respective cameras. Some of the guys were busy wiping off cum stains from their equipment, their recordings likely shaky at points. Limestone removed her Pumice-necklace, setting him down a ways away from the rubble before standing up to stretch, squeezing all the residual hormones from her tense, hyper-thick muscles.

Both Pumice and Limestone were swamped with praise for their performance and questions about the experience on the way back. Limestone was more than happy to answer, and couldn't resist bragging a little at the same time. Every trace of her former ennui from the weeks before was gone, thoroughly dispelled by lots of companions and lots of physical stimulation, and she smiled the whole way.

Again, because there was no real reason not to, Limestone let everyone film her some more as she was treated to her daily washing. It would make a nice bonus video, with many more close-ups. The process took a little longer than usual as a result, but Limestone appreciated the extra time to just relax.

Afterwards, once night fell, they all partook in the more family-friendly activity of eating a late dinner of hot dogs, baked potatoes, and s'mores around a campfire. Apparently Lickety Split was a good cook, and the atmosphere reminded Limestone of family cookouts from years past. She sat by the lake at a short distance and picked at a tree between sips of water. She couldn't really feel the flames, but was kept company by the people who eschewed the log chairs and decided to use her legs as a soft backrest. This included Norman, Terramar, and Rolling Thunder, who were quick to settle on how annoying school was as their conversation topic of choice for between bites. Limestone had little to add, but listened with interest.

Even Timber and Gloriosa were there, the former sharing embarrassing stories starring the latter. Gloriosa, for her part, let this slide, and was content to stargaze with Ryn, both lying back on the grass. The only ones elsewhere in the camp were Micro and Pumice, as Micro wanted to get the videos ready as soon as he could, and Pumice insisted he should help.

The irresponsible weeknight party was still in full swing when Limestone turned in for the night, burned out by her earlier work and play activities. Life was coming up roses, and Limestone fell asleep knowing that everything would be okay from here on out, even if a supremely unexpected occurrence threw a giant monkey wrench into things.

Author's Note

When in doubt, throw in some scale birds.

And yes, the hiatus is over. I've got a few more chapters in the pipeline.