Careless Couple (Patreon)

Carly was giddy. She was holding a 747 full of screaming people in her arms, and walking towards a wall of flesh miles high. Her best friend was at her side doing the same thing. WTF were they doing? She let out a gasping laugh. Joyous, exhilarated, desperate, and terrified. 

They had been commanded to do this; they had to collect something with lots of people in it and bring it to the true masters. Carly and Joyce were giants now, impossibly huge to normal people, but they were specks to Bobbi and Dan. When Bobbi lowered her delicate hand for the girls to clamber on board with their cargo they each had to climb up a nail and onto a fingertip before walking along the finger like tree trunk to reach the wide open palm. The ride up was short but nauseating. Bobbi arranging her body felt like a building moving under them, and they were gently dropped onto a secret garden with a tip of the wrist. Scrabbling around in the blonde bush the made their way to the slope of her mons. Looking down and between the legs that stretched away for miles Carly panicked. She had glanced up and seen Dan - or at least his erection - moving towards her. With a start she dropped the plane and fell backwards into her friend’s thick pubes. The plane slid down the slope until it rested on Bobbi’s labia. The insertion was a thrilling blur. It had the feeling of watching gigantic industrial machinery, a piston thrusting into a housing, endlessly sliding inwards, alive and warm, scented and overpoweringly sensuous. Carly did her best to stand as the ground beneath her shifted and shook. She gasped, not for the first time today, looked up and tried to take it all in. 

“Breathtaking.”