She’s big, brash, and ready to smash. And she’s about to grow even harder to handle...
Fighting, flirting, and everything in between; the life of an adventurer has it all. And Aella loves it. But when the mighty warrior smashes up the Cursemonger’s Lair one time too many, she gets hexed for her trouble. And now, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get off. Even Fitz, the Cursemonger’s handsome little minion, isn’t enough. Because whenever she gets close, she outgrows her toys. And when Aella becomes the size of a mountain, she makes that everybody’s problem…
Can Aella overcome the curse of endless edging, and how much of the city will she wreck in the process? When will the dysfunctional duo of Fitz and the Cursemonger realize how bad an idea this was? And can Fitz save the day—before Aella’s shadow falls upon the entire world?
This 8.000 word story contains: F/m, F Solo, Size Difference, Giantess Growth (Amazon to Tera), Monster girl, Monster boy, Light Destruction, Expansion (BE/AE).
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Tall Tails
A Giantess Monster Girl Adventure
“No, no, no. This is far too small.” The Cursemonger shook his head at his minion, the weary schoolmaster with his dullest student. “Don’t you see? There’s hardly room for a laboratory, let alone a bed. And where should the monster pens go? The traps? The skull collection? No, Fitz. We will move on.”
The imp—visibly deflating—sulked in the half-light of the cave mouth. “But it’s cleaned out, boss. It’s as you wanted.”
“We will move on,” the dark mage repeated and walked out into the cold light. Just in time to see the familiar face of Aella, greatly magnified and contorted with pleasure, rising over the far side of the mountain. Her voice alone, booming and lusty, carried great power; enough to throw back the Cursemonger’s hood and leave him struggling to stand as her moans assailed the air (like the weight of her ass assailed the earth).
“By all that is unholy, what in the world is that?” The Cursemonger staggered back towards the safety of the inadequate cave. “That cannot be real.”
“Wow, boss! She got pretty big, huh?” Fitz went the other way, stepping out towards the view of the godlike giantess—speeding up when she got tall enough for her tits to show over the top of the mountain—until his master seized him by the tail and yanked him back.
“Indeed she did,” the dark mage conceded.
“Now I see why you’re so proud of your curses,” Fitz went on, utterly spellbound. “They’re far more powerful than I thought!”
The Cursemonger’s mouth twitched. “Yes. Very powerful. Some times I don’t even know the limits of my own strength, it seems.”
“I sure am glad that you’re on my side, boss.”
“Don’t be so sure. Now what do we do about her?” He suppressed a shiver at the sight of the titanic lizardwoman and put his hood back into place. She wasn’t just giant, she was positively colossal, more akin to a horny landscape than anything else. Her height had to be in the thousands of feet already, and she was still climbing…
“Do? Wasn’t this your plan?” Fitz frowned in confusion. “Nobody will ever forget the power of your curses again. Perfect word of mouth!”
“Let’s pretend it wasn’t. Further, let’s pretend that you were correct in saying that she’ll come back for us. What do we do?”
“Oh. Well, you can just dispel it, right?”
“Let’s say I can’t,” the Cursemonger said, briefly considering a world in which Fitz received an electrical shock every time he stated the blindingly obvious. “Let’s say something that huge is outside of the range of what I can reasonably target with my magic, curses or otherwise.”
“Oh. I guess in that case we’re kinda screwed, huh?”
“Someone is,” the master of darkness agreed, looking up at the erotic scene. Aella was clearly having a good time, gyrating in place, though he could only guess at the size of toy that she was using to stimulate herself. “I suppose we should count ourselves lucky that she’s still preoccupied. In fact, she might be far too busy masturbating to exact her revenge.” He struck his open palm. “Yes, that’s it! We let someone else draw her ire and let them deal with the situation. Adventurers will be flooding in to stop her once her ass has leveled the valley.”
Fitz gave an involuntary shudder. “You think she’ll get that big?”
“Bigger, if there’s no intervention. It’s simple logic. My curse will keep escalating as long as she’s able to find something to masturbate with. And she’s currently on track to fuck the mountain.”
“Oh god!”
“I know. Ghastly, isn’t it?”
‘Ghastly’ did not quite cover the expression on the imp’s face. “R-right,” he said. “So she’ll just keep getting more imposing until someone makes her cum, right? I… I volunteer!”
The Cursemonger stopped dead in his tracks. He looked his eager assistant up and down. Then he sighed. “I should’ve seen that coming, shouldn’t I? No. No, Fitz. We retreat and let someone else deal with the rampaging monster woman.”
“But… What if nobody else does? What if nobody else can satisfy her?” He bit his lip. “I at least made her cum once, I’ve got experience!”
“Fitz. You’d be less than a speck to her. She wouldn’t even feel you, let alone your dick.”
“You don’t know that! She liked my dick. She might like it still.”
“Oh, for the love of the dark lord…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “This conversation is over. We’re leaving.”
But Fitz wasn’t leaving. He stayed where he was, arms crossed, eyes bright and fierce with determination.
“I’m not going, boss.”
“So it seems. You have chosen disobedience after all.”
“Someone has to stop her. It might as well be me. In fact, I don’t see how anyone else can!”
“Indeed?” The Cursemonger sighed deeply. “Enlighten me, Fitz. Before I send you back to the fiery pit that you came from.”
“Well, because you’re my boss, boss! It’s your magic that did this. Who else is strong enough to stop it?”
“Nobody,” he said automatically, already disliking where this appeal to this vanity was going.
“Exactly! So she won’t ever stop! That is, unless we step up to the challenge! Saving the realm—nay, the whole world—from certain annihilation!”
A mental image forced its way to the forefront of the Cursemonger’s mind. That of Aella grinding her cunt against the dwindling landscape, a pillar of thick, muscular femininity, a titaness rising into the sky until the air grew thin and the stars came out to dress her in a robe of stellar light. Of her insatiable sexual greed, humping the realm, humping the planet, pleasuring her clit with the battered remains of the heavenly body until, at last, she slipped it inside her to extract a final quantum of sexual thrill from the end of the world…
“It’s somebody else’s problem,” he stated weakly, fully aware that he was losing the argument.
“It’s everybody’s problem! Come on, boss. What’s the harm? I’m not asking you to come with me. I just need a little help, is all. And it is your curse, after all, that’s to blame.”
The dark mage capitulated with a dramatic roll of his eyes.
“Fine. Fine. It’s not like there’s functional difference for me to send you to hell or send you to fuck a mile-tall woman, who’ll surely sit on you by accident, and then send you to hell.” He shook his head, not for the first time, and looked Fitz in the eye. “What do you want me to do?”
The fiendish monster boy lit up with a toothy grin. “I want you to curse me.”
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