Limestone's 100ft Life

"I'm... not sure how I feel about this."

Limestone sighed. "Come on, really? We've gone over it. And you won't be involved, or even in the frame! You only have to watch."

The two giantesses were standing in the meadow they'd slept in, with everyone else crowded around them at ankle height. Limestone was more that a little annoyed with Wallflower at this point, as she'd had all day to psyche herself up while Limestone got her work done. But instead, all her tiny, adventurous cohorts were probably freezing to death as a result of Wallflower's cold feet.

"I know that. But it's still so weird!" Wallflower protested. "Helping a bunch of people I met only yesterday make pornography?"

"Hey, don't be rude!" Limestone said. "It's a legitimate and highly profitable industry. Besides, you knew Micro from school, didn't you?"

"Yeah!" he added.

Wallflower glanced down at him, then took a slow blink. "You knew what I meant," Wallflower huffed.

Limestone was getting a little impatient now. "Ok, look," she continued, "Just... I don't know, I'll owe you a favor. And again, you're going to be a dirty girl one way or another. Might as well be the fun kind, right?"

After a long pause, Wallflower let out the breath she'd been holding. "Okay, fine, I'm in."

"Great," Limestone said with a smirk. Tilting her head down and to the side, she barked out. "Let's get started!"

With affirmative exclamations from all the normies present, they began to make their final preparations for the filming of Limestone's third video. About half of her friends were participating in the action this time, while the rest were on camera duty. Among the former were Norman, Rolling Thunder, and a burly, hairy man from out of the country named Yakovski, who was usually the silent type. Most of those filming, including Ryn, Terramar, and Lickety, weren't 100% comfortable with the premise Limestone went with after much debate. Lastly, Wallflower was given a camera, already recording and tied to her index finder. All she had to do was point to get previously impossible high-angle shots.

As everyone had shuffled into position, Limestone shot one last reassuring look at Wallflower, whose apprehension was still clear, though diminished. She'd see that there really was nothing to worry about, and that only her own deep-seeded reservations were the problem. Plus, Limestone noted, she'd get some more sex out of the deal, which didn't hurt either. Well, it might, but only a touch, and by design.

"Okay, I'm ready," Limestone declared.

Steadying his camera, Micro Chips yelled "And, action!"

Putting on her best scowl, Limestone took a step forward, gazing down at the group assembled there. They were all clothed in their best punk duds, some more authentic than others. Red bandanas, taken from the camp's 'color day' supplies, served to add a suitable menace to their appearance. Yakovski and Rolling Thunder stood out in front, the rest lined up behind them. "Alright, assholes, I'm here, just like you asked."

"Yes, Limestone, we saw you coming a mile away," Yakovski said, chuckling mirthlessly at his own joke. "Now then, let's get down to business, shall we?"

Limestone narrowed her eyes. "I don't make deals with gang leaders whose men make sport of tearing up my city. Pretty gutsy move, all things considered." Here she raised and lowered a hand across her torso, showcasing the massive difference in size and strength between them.

Yakovski smirked. "You misunderstand. You may be lofty, but your position isn't. There will be no deals, only demands. You're going to do everything I say, or your sister gets it." Then, he gestured to the line behind him.

Two guys stepped aside, revealing Pinkie, a gun (clearly fake) pressed against the side of her head. She smiled. "Hi Limestone, I'm a hostage!"

"Cut!" went Micro as Limestone rolled her eyes. Pinkie had kinda just shown up, as she was wont to do, and demanded she replace First Folio as the captive relative to add authenticity. But instead, she did exactly the opposite.

"You're supposed to be distressed, not happy to be there, Pinkie!" Limestone groaned. Off to the side, Wallflower giggled.

So did Pinkie. "Right, hehe, sorry. I'm just excited! I'll be all scared for my life and stuff this time, I swear."

"Fine," Limestone said, backpedaling. "Take two, or whatever." Hopefully she'd be able to get in the proper mood without any more issues.

They redid the whole scene from the top as before, only this time when Pinkie was revealed, she struggled against the grip of the acting thug. "Let me go!" she pleaded.

"Sis!" Limestone gasped. "What the hell have you bastards done to her?" she accused.

Yakovski's smirk grew. "Nothing... yet. And as long as you cooperate, It'll stay that way. This is payback for roughing up my boys."

"We're gonna have some fun with you," added Rolling. She tapped the baseball bat she was carrying against her shoulder.

Limestone's jaw clenched as she made a show of weighing her options. Eventually, she sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll do what you say."

"A wise decision," Yakovski said. "Now get on your ass, bitch. Lay back and spread 'em."

Though she growled in pretend rage, Limestone obeyed, sitting onto the grass. Then, she fell onto her back with a muffled boom, pulling her legs up past her head, her grey toes nearly touching the ground. Limestone's giant pussy was now completely exposed to the 'gang members'. A couple of them let out catcalls.

"Now make sure you don't move a muscle, or the pink chick gets it," Yakovski threatened. When Limestone didn't reply, he took it as an affirmative. "Alright, guys, let's fuck her up!"

Limestone waited, unable to see what they were doing from her compromising position, given how easily her own great hips and thighs blocked her view. But she could hear their rushing footsteps and impassioned cries, and her breathing grew shallow in anticipation of the stimulation she knew was coming. On the outside, she was being belligerent, but in truth, she very much wanted what was about to happen.

And then Limestone felt it, first contact, directly in the center of her right butt cheek. It was like she'd been poked. Except, that certainly wasn't the case, as typical human fingers were miniscule to her now. Whoever it was had punched or kicked her as hard as they could. Soon, Limestone could feel many more such pokes against the skin of her rear end, the snappy little stings barely painful even as they grew in number. Some people moved around to attack her sides. One spot near her labia was being struck especially firmly, more akin to a series of flicks. Probably Rolling Thunder with the bat. For Limestone, it was the first real taste of foreplay she'd gotten since her growth that wasn't a result of her own actions. And it was beginning to make her wet, heat already rushing lower and further enhancing her sensitivity.

Still, it wasn't close to enough, and Limestone goaded them on. "Are you thugs even trying? This weak shit isn't hurting me at all. In fact, I can barely feel you down there," she pointed out, smug. Above, Wallflower's ongoing look of concern disappeared.

"It isn't, eh?" said Yakovski as he and a few other men, including Norman, climbed on top of her. "That's fine. Because there is another means of torture we can use, one not even a slut like you can handle. Either way, we're gonna make you feel this, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Do your worst," Limestone taunted, angling her head to face him.

"With pleasure," Yakovski confirmed, marching up to her boobs and scaling their smooth, jiggly surface. He reared back. "Yakovski smash!"

The ensuing snap kick to her nipple made Limestone see stars, pleasure and pain flaring at once as her fragile spot was struck. Unable to help herself, she let out a quick, sharp moan. At the same time, Norman went for her other breast, getting on his knees and jabbing at her nipple over and over, piling on the pleasure. Limestone squirmed in place as other guys vigorously assaulted her cleavage and oft-neglected underboob, boners poking through their pants.

Even as he continued to kick Limestone's hardening nipple, Yakovski barked out another order. "Go for her cunt! No mercy!"

Limestone tensed as Rolling and the rest of the unseen people crowded before her obeyed, switching gears to targeting her most vulnerable area. Tiny limbs reached upwards, clambering higher up her glutes to reach their prize. Her lower lips, already splayed open, were violated without restraint. They tugged at her slick, swollen flesh, pushed pinching hands inside. Limestone's clit wasn't spared, her big love button being pressed with force on all sides. Not to mention, something went rooting around in her asshole. Even the space between her two holes was yanked and struck over and over. All this, all at once. It was crazy intense, and just kept going. Limestone gasped and squeaked and writhed, her stomach clenching reflexively.

But Limestone wasn't broken yet. She would test the limits of her resistance, urge her tormentors to continue until she spiraled away into lascivious overload. Between heavy breaths which threatened to knock them loose, she looked over everyone on her tits. "That all you got? I'm - mmm - still perfectly fine. Maybe you should use brass knuckles, or something?"

"Sadly, we don't have those," Yakovski said as he started grappling with and biting at Limestone's nipple. "But we do have a secret weapon."

As Limestone continued to squirm in place, defying her impulses to just roll away from the tactile onslaught bombarding her wide, oozing cunt and bulbous boobs, she egged them on further. "Oh yeah? Show me, you little shits, I dare you."

Yakovski obliged. "You heard her! Brandish your blades!"

Blades? Limestone repeated internally. Even though she knew they wouldn't actually harm her, she still flinched in dread anticipation. Eyes wide, she watched intently, but nobody on her tits did anything differently, still punching and squeezing. Instead, the stimulation aimed at her pussy changed, those partially or fully obscured by her hips now attacking her with what felt like sharp needles, but were probably kitchen knives or something. They stabbed deeply at Limestone's nerves, unrelenting, even as they struggled to hold on, her fluids threatening to wash them right off. Her labia, her inner walls, her clit, no patch was spared. It was like a boiling cocktail of pain and ecstasy was brewing within Limestone, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she couldn't stop herself from spasming in delight after mere seconds of that wonderful torment.

A high-pitched, gasping sound burst from her mouth unbidden as Limestone came, shaking. Yakovski, Rolling Thunder, Norman, and everyone else clinging to her body lost their balance as release overwhelmed her. Limestone's convulsing cunt nearly pulled somebody inside her in the process, she felt. For all the knew, maybe a knife or a fingerless biker glove did get stuck.

As Limestone's scrumptious high dissipated, the gang members all vacated her premises, giving her immense surface a few parting slaps as they did. Limestone got goosebumps across her currently extra-sensitive skin as she stared vacantly upwards, thoroughly beaten into sexual submission.

"And now we're even," Rolling Thunder declared, wiping Limestone's wetness from her face. "Cross us again, and we won't hesitate to fuck you up even harder, got it?"

"G-Got it," Limestone managed.

"Good," Rolling said, her smile promising things to follow.

With that, the recordings were cut, and Limestone's fuckbuddies began to trade high-fives and pack up the cameras as she woozily rolled to the side and then to her feet. She'd been skeptical of being the sub at first, but unf, that had been good. Not an everyday thing, but once in a while, for sure.

As Limestone straightened her hair, Pinkie actually started applauding. "Woo! That was great! Weird, but great. Probably, totally, I think. Is greird a word? 'Cause for me it was greird. Anyway, I'm off to Sugarcube Corner, bye!"

Limestone snorted. Only her. "Bye, Pinkie," she said, as her bubbly sister zipped away.

Wearing a soft smile of contentment, Limestone watched as her friends, most of whom sported obvious signs of arousal through their clothes, broke off into small groups and headed back to camp, likely to shack up for some action of their own. Fine by her, they definitely deserved some release after all that. That just left Wallflower, and she turned to her inquisitively. "Well?"

Wallflower didn't know what to say to that, and she just stood there, slightly flushed.

"Okay, so it was a little awkward for you. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out," Limestone said. "But do you get why I asked you to watch?"

"Kind of?" went Wallflower. "I mean, yes, I think so. You wanted it to really sink in that, for us, there's no way somebody can, er… have their way with us unless we let them."

Limestone nodded. "Exactly. If anything, they're the ones in danger. I could have squashed them easily." Here, she paused for a second, prompting. "So?"

"So... I suppose letting them clean me is fine," Wallflower admitted. "Even if it is still embarrassing."

"Even compared to what I just did?" Limestone posed. "Give it some more time, your prudishness will disappear before long."

Wallflower looked away. "Maybe..."

Limestone grinned. Her resistance to so much potential enjoyment was cute, if misplaced. Wallflower got big for a reason, and Limestone couldn't wait to rub it in her face when she actually embraced her hugeness wholeheartedly. Still, she'd respect her wishes until then.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, shining annoyingly in Limestone's eyes unless she faced the other direction, Wallflower readied herself for the metaphorical plunge. She was lying down on her back in the middle of camp, head tilted to the side as she scrutinized the refreshed and eager faces of those assembled, sponges, hoses, and soap bottled in hand. She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm r-ready."

"Don't be so nervous, dear," First Folio said, in her best reassuring tone. "Just relax."

"And if you do feel like bolting, please warn us first," added Pumice. "Otherwise, we're liable to plummet to our deaths."

Wallflower gulped and nodded. As Limestone's - and now also Wallflower's - retinue set about their work with their usual zeal, Wallflower straightened her head and shut her eyes. Limestone hovered over her protectively, watching them with a critical eye as they got to washing, to make sure that was all they did. With each person covering a different part of her, from head to toe, Limestone unintentionally ended up scrutinizing Wallflower's body in the process.

Until that point, Limestone hadn't paid particular attention to Wallflower's figure. Not that she didn't want to, as Limestone liked both sexes. It just seemed to make the girl uncomfortable, and there had been more important things to deal with. However, now that she was looking, her green skin acting as a backdrop for the many people scrubbing her down, Limestone found she liked what she saw. If she had to describe Wallflower's body in one word, it would be 'cute'. In contrast to her own fully realized and well-defined womanly physique, Wallflower was all soft lines and youthful curves. Ever so slightly chubby, she would be delicate if not for her size, and her hips were more narrow than Limestone's.

Something else she noticed was the fuzzy bush of pubic hair she sported, the dark green carpet matching the drapes. This made Limestone's brows rise, and she glanced down at her own crotch. Before all this, she shaved herself down there out of habit, but had completely forgotten about it. After about a week, Limestone's own pubes had begun to grow back in, a slate grey patch of grass. She filed a mental note to ask somebody to shave her later before her eyes went back to Wallflower.

The one area where Wallflower beat out Limestone in maturity, and by a wide margin at that, was her chest. Her boobs were enormous, at least two cup sizes bigger than Limestone's own, as if someone had affixed a pair of cantaloupes to her torso. How did she not grab the attention of every single boy in that high school with those monsters? Limestone mused. Wallflower must've been wearing thick sweaters all the time to hide them, or something. And that was before she'd grown. Now, Wallflower could probably crush an entire god damn car between those things.

As Wallflower's lips trembled from the many streams of water and many more hands lathering her up, those with the luck of handling her tits seemed to share Limestone's thoughts, in whole or in part. Terramar was clearly in awe as he treated them with great delicacy, while Rolling Thunder was failing miserably at hiding her envy. It was with great difficulty that Limestone tore her eyes away from those shapely mounds, a sudden guilt gnawing at her.

Back to looking at her face, Limestone watched as the remaining taught nerves in Wallflower slowly melted away. When everyone had finished rinsing her off, she was smiling contentedly, and protested when Pumice instructed her to flip over. Limestone knew that feeling, being so cozy that she didn't want to move. It had been ages before recent events occurred, as her work ethic was powerful, but still.

Just as the last few hard-to-reach places on Wallflower's body were being toweled dry, Micro burst out of his cabin, beaming with excitement. Absorbed as she was, Limestone hadn't even noticed his absence. He shouted for their attention as he rushed towards her. "You aren't going to believe this!"

"What is it?" Limestone asked, shifting in place.

Micro cut right to the chase, beaming up at her. "So, the first full day's revenue from BiggestPie is in, and we've already made over sixty grand!"

Limestone's eyes widened. "Seriously? Holy shit."

Wallflower turned her head again, and Yakovski tripped onto her shoulder as her hair slid out from under him. Her own face conveyed equal shock. "For real? That's a lot of money for just one day."

She's not kidding, Limestone thought. I was expecting success, obviously, but not that much. I knew there were a bunch of thirsty people on the 'net, but wow. As this truth sunk in, her friends all cheered and expressed congratulations, Ryn even pausing from finishing up drying Wallflower's butt to applaud.

"The account's in your name, Limestone, so you've got the final say, but I'm assuming you still want more supplies?" Micro inferred.

"Yeah, and food," declared Limestone pointedly. "Actual, delicious food, and lots of it." Out of the corner of her eye, Limestone spied the sudden longing expression on Wallflower and amended "For both of us." No sense in being selfish.

"Well, 'food' is a bit vague," Micro noted with a smile. "We're gonna need specifics."

That was indeed the question now: what would Limestone buy? She already had as much greenery as she wanted, and Ocean Flow's fishing net was hers to use whenever she asked. What Limestone really missed were carbs. Something dense and rich for energy, like donuts. Almost as soon as she had the thought, Limestone's yawning stomach rumbled ominously. "How about donuts?"

"Oh, that's perfect!" Norman declared. "The Munchy Milk factory is super close by!" Meanwhile, Lickety Split hung her head in disappointment.

Limestone couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation of sweet, fattening goodness. "Better order a truckload or two," she said, before she remembered she wasn't the only one eating. "Er, is that cool with you, Wallflower?"

By now, Yakovski and company had finished, and she was sitting upright, her still-damp hair slick as well as wavy. She nodded. "Donuts sound good."

However, to Limestone at least, she didn't seem to look totally on board, even conflicted. "Really?"

"Yes," Wallflower reconfirmed.

Limestone remained unconvinced. Maybe it wasn't about the donuts at all? Wallflower seemed to like her shower by the end, though, so that couldn't have been it. Eventually, she shrugged, electing not to pry. If she was having trouble, she'd ask. There were more fun things Limestone could be doing at this hour besides grilling Wallflower on her remaining anxieties, since her work continued to be going so well. Maybe tomorrow Wallflower would even be up for trying something more exciting, either with Limestone herself or her tiny, prospective fuckbuddies. These thoughts filling her mind, Limestone barely caught herself before she started ogling Wallflower again. Apparently, she couldn't wait.