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One of the things in my queue that needed doing. I still have others to work on, but I'm happy to have one finished. I wanted to do something new, I hope I achieved what I wanted to accomplish. I'll work out the kinks in the future. Let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Jupiter & Icy belong to
gil
“Has the mixture settled yet?” Jupiter asked Icy, approaching the small lizard while she watched him work.
Perched high up on her lab desk, standing at the top of a stack of old books placed next to a tall beaker, little Icy nearly lost his footing and fell into his own concoction when the thunderous crash of Jupiter’s feet struck the tiled floor beneath her. He and his literary tower shuddered and swayed in the tremors of her jolting steps, the ruby liquid before him rippling in great waves. His aching hands slipped from the stirring rod as he fell backwards and landed flat on his back, forced to gaze upon the immense horned reptile looming over him like the tallest mountain, the twin peaks of her mammoth breasts hiding the tip of her lavender snout from his wide eyes.
Her heaving hills were quick to buckle and bend forward, straining the buttoned lab coat and red low cut top that failed to hold back the avalanche of wobbling gray scaled flesh while she examined his work. Cleavage spilled forth from the opening in her top; the black buttons trembled, their thread fraying as more of her chest sagged and spread across the table top, pushing aside material and crashing against Icy’s stack of books. He watched those buttons bend as the rest of her descended, their fibers coming loose, his ears ringing when they snapped and shot across the lab and let more of her breasts surge along the cool metal surface, until only Icy himself, his books, and the beaker remained on the surface, mere islands stranded in the sea of Jupiter’s billowing cleavage.
He was too distracted by the slow rise and fall of her breasts to glance up at her while she looked over his mixture, nor the encroaching finger that thrust him face first into the swell of her left breast. Her whole chest wobbled from the ripple of the impact, causing her to shudder pleasurably with the flailing of the black lizard stuck to the tip of her finger, buried deep in the doughy expanse of her obscene rack.
“You’re supposed to answer when I ask you a question,” she said to him, her lips curling into a grin.
His mouth was too stuffed with her breast to respond, with even more of her luscious curves filling his aching maw as it opened wider still. The black scales of his burning cheeks turned a shade darker when his jaws closed around her flesh. Jupiter felt the sharp nip of his teeth; her whole body quivered, from her lips dribbled a low moan, her sensitive breasts tingling with pleasure as the jiggling of her bloated mounds grew to wobbling waves and even more of her chest rose and pushed out around him, swelling with her arousal.
Jupiter let go of him, bit her lower lip, and gripped the sides of the desk, trying her hardest to concentrate on the task at hand. “Y-You did well creating your own formula, given your circumstances,” she whispered to him. She steadied herself, and raised her hand again, pushing down on him with her index finger. The remaining fingers of the hand that pinned Icy descended, covering him as she massaged her absurd breast. The finger that held him to her chest let up enough for him to squirm free.
“Does this mean I’m your assistant now?” he asked her. Drool fell from his lips; the wet nubs on her chest where his teeth once were faded.
“You already assist me in so many useful ways.” Jupiter answered. Low sensual growling slipped into her words. She shoved him into her chest again, moaning with his flailing as he sunk into her warm lavender depths. A part of Jupiter was reluctant to have Icy ‘assisting’ her with work. He had quickly proven himself to be counter-productive to her precious research time. Not to mention costly, due to staggering amount of torn clothing, broken lab equipment, and spilled chemicals her breasts knocked over, flattened, swatted aside, ripped and/or crushed whenever they grew in arousal; or the broken chairs, smashed tables, destroyed homes, and the odd demolished city block or three that came as the result of their amorous escapades. But in truth, she did not mind his company, so long he kept to himself and didn’t try to hump her feet or molest her breasts every five minutes. Oh, who was she kidding? Of course he would try (because she teased him), and they would enjoy every minute of it. Two fingers grabbed him by the tail and plucked him from her wobbling chest, letting him dangle helplessly above the table before her big blue eyes.
Blood rushed to his skull as he pulled his head up and saw Jupiter’s mouth filling his view entirely, her hot breath a summer’s breeze that made him shiver with delight as she leaned in closer, and then kissed him. Her gray lips spread across his snout and his face, his head lost to their plush softness as they smothered him, his lungs filling with her rich aroma, with her lustful panting. They parted slightly, and let the cool air of the lab wash over him, long enough to let him to catch his breath before they snapped shut on him, and her forked tongue forced itself down his mouth. Its sheer size made him gag, the width of its slimy, serpentine tip was as wide as his little head. What pain he felt wouldn’t last long; her jaws loosened and her tongue released him, letting him drop from her lips and plummet to her breasts, his fall broken by her ridiculous cleavage. Jupiter smiled and quivered anew when she felt Icy crawling along her bouncing chest, the awkward groping of his hands and feet the touch of insects as he tried to reach solid ground. She couldn’t help but smile as her sweet little Icy, wet, blushing, and staggering, wobbled to his feet before climbing his pile of books.
Icy never felt as small as he did then climbing that pile of books, gripping page after page, using the smallest of grooves between each one as makeshift footholds all the way to the top. Only to repeat this daunting task three more times – a task made more humiliating by the fact that he was still his usual four foot height. Jupiter had gotten into the habit of ‘surprising’ him lately with frequent renovations to her underground lab: a larger space for larger experiments, and bigger materials for an even bigger body to use them. The upward shift in scale was gradual at first; she was content with bumping everything up a foot or so every other day. By the end of the week, she maintained a modest twenty foot height. But she kept pushing it further. A week later, and she was forty feet tall. The week after that – today, in fact – she stands nearly seventy feet tall. She claims the adjustments are her way of preparing for the day she would return to her ‘natural’ size. Whatever that meant. Maybe it was just to get a rise out of him, he figured. He was too tired to put any further thought into it by the time he reached the top. He trudged across the notebook’s surface to the beaker on the other end, a good ten second’s walk at his sluggish pace. Reaching the beaker at last, he put his back against it, and he slumped over, exhausted.
Jupiter rose before him, her snout filling his eyes as she leaned her head down and gently prodded his tower of books with her nose. “You’re not going to tell me what this is, are you?” she asked him, smiling. Her long tail swayed from side to side behind her, the white spines on the end glinting in the light above, like knives.
Icy shrugged. “How should I know what it is? I just mixed things together.” He got back up, approached her mouth, and fell forward against the tip of her snout, kissing it. “Besides, you’re the scientist – I thought you knew what I put in it.”
“I may or may not have zoned out,” she murmured, her warm breath washing over his body. “I love watching my little man work.”
The smaller lizard rolled his eyes and pulled himself away from her. “Well, either way, it’s done.”
Sudden seriousness shone in her blue eyes as she rose up, leaned in closer, and examined the beaker’s contents. Icy stood there, wringing his nervous little hands as the colossal reptile standing above him muttered to herself, rattling off complex calculations and formulae that flew over his poor head. He watched her jaws clench and unclench, the side of her mouth he could see rising and falling with its movement before she turned to him with that same serious face. It gave way to a beaming smile before it came closer, and smothered him with another gray-lipped kiss. “You just might earn that lab coat tonight.”
Drenched and embarrassed again, he sat down on the notebook. The paper grew damp beneath him, the fibrous pores of the cover soaking up her saliva. He grew nervous and looked down, toying with his fingers as his voice went quiet. “A-Am I going to…”
Jupiter shook her head. “You’ve been my loyal guinea pig for so long. I think it’s safe to do the honors just this once.”
She picked up the beaker in one hand and held the glass with ease. The beaker itself looked no bigger than a mug when gripped in her massive fingers, though the gallons of red liquid sloshing within was enough to rival a swimming pool. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it. And then she put it to her lips, downing the glass in one huge gulp. Sharp citrus buzzed her lips and tongue. It was sweet going down, reminding her of orange juice.
Icy watched in nervous silence, waiting for some unknown, awful reaction to rear its ugly head: a second head; a second tail; shrunken breasts. Anything. But nothing happened. Yet. Just thinking about that word made him anxious, conjuring up that horrible, vulnerable sensation of helplessness. The gnawing in his stomach and heart grew even worse, now that she had taken his role. And all he could do was watch. And wait.
Jupiter smacked her lips in satisfaction and then set the beaker down on the table. “Not bad.” She turned her attention back to Icy. “Now then, I need you to observe the effects of your formula and take notes. No matter what happens to me, you must keep record of it. Everything has to be preserved for science.”
He blinked. “B-But what if something bad happens?”
“Nothing bad will happen,” she assured him, adding “well, nothing permanent, anyways. I made sure everything you used was non-lethal.”
The little black lizard visibly relaxed at this, and watched Jupiter return to her seat. His world shuddered suddenly, his legs struggling to keep him upright against the pounding tremors of her footfalls. The alluring sway of her wide, skirt-clad backside kept time with the casual pace of her steps, the swell of buttocks hidden beneath black fiber ebbing as she stopped, turned around, and sat down. She leaned back in her huge lab chair, folding her arms under her massive breasts, squeezing her chest upward, like rising dough, as they came together, threatening to pop from their top.
Icy bent down at a corner and gripped the paper he stood on with both hands. He then pulled backwards, grunting, as loud shredding filled his ears and the white fiber gave way in a long, thin strip, longer than he was tall. He walked to the other end of the slip of paper, and tugged again, tearing it free from the notebook. He set the piece of torn sheet down before his feet, and pulled a pen from his pocket, looking up at Jupiter and her immense rack as he did so. Staring at her, he could not help but think that as big as she was – and as huge as they were – each could have weighed twice as much as he did, if not more so. She looked at him, and her lips curled. His head shot down, embarrassed.
And then they waited.
Silence reigned, broken only by the bubbling and boiling of beakers and the static white noise hum of electricity. For what seemed ages, they waited, looking at each other, past each other, and then away from each other awkwardly, both wondering when then the formula would take effect, if even at all. Ten minutes had passed and with each passing moment, it grew all the more likely that nothing would ever happen.
Icy sighed, eyes downcast, defeated. Jupiter pursed her lips and smiled weakly.
“It’s okay, Icy,” she reassured him. “We all have our duds. At least yours didn’t make me explode.”
He looked up, horrified. “I thought you said everything I used was non-lethal?”
The towering lizard leaned back even further, and crossed one long leg over the other, letting her huge foot dangle over her knee, naked, exposed. Icy watched, mesmerized, as her wide toes wiggled before him, rubbing and bumping against one another, kneading purple scaled flesh. The arch of her sole scrunched, its supple flesh wrinkling before his eyes.
“I say lots of things, Icy. I may have zoned out when I chose your compounds.” She looked right at him and splayed her toes when her lavender heel kicked out and landed on the desk with a heavy thud. “You have that effect on me.”
Icy gulped and stared at her foot, ogling that titanic three-toed beauty. Dull lavender shone in the light of the lab as the voluminous mountain of a foot slid along the surface of the smooth table, edging closer to him, taking up more of his space, more of his vision, demanding more than his rapt attention. It tipped forwards, the vast wrinkled sole lowering over him, its shadow creeping beneath him, swallowing him whole as her fat toes lowered and shoved her work aside. Notebooks and beakers fell to her black-tipped digits, their fall harsh on his little ears, his heart pounding like a drum when her thick heel slammed into the base of his tower, her wide sole resting on its steps, her enormous toes wiggling mere inches away from his face. The smell of her feet, the scent of Jupiter, overwhelmed him then, as did the sight. A literal wall of purple, its earthy scent was the scent of the living room floor and everything stuck to it, her natural fragrance, and the sterile cleanliness of her lab. Together they made for a curious combination, but it was an aroma all hers. It would always be hers, and he enjoyed her all the more for that. He edged closer, trembling, eyeing the countless flecks of dirt and debris embedded in her scaled toes. Her toes were massive – just as tall as he was, and twice as wide. He had never felt so intimidated and aroused by their sheer size as he did at that moment. It was one thing to be next to them, or to admire them from a distance, but witnessing their beauty from the underside, reliving that ephemeral breath before being crushed underfoot made him shiver with delight. How easily she could have crushed him them, how effortless it would have been for her to smother him in her softness. Yet it could happen anytime. He found that thrilling.
And Jupiter knew this.
She grinned. “And it seems I have that effect on you, too. Shall we compare notes?”
He grasped her toe with both hands, struggling to hold the softness of her scales in his trembling fingers and damp palms, the heat of her body radiating through her flesh and into his. Black cheeks flushed ever darker as he pressed his whole being against her, his heart soaring as he sank deeper into her lavender mass, becoming one with her being, another speck, another blemish, upon her perfection. His lips were the first to taste her flavor; electric pleasure ran up his back, lighting his spine and igniting his nerves in pure ecstasy as he kissed her toe, moaning as he kneaded it with his lips and his teeth and his claws. She tasted so sweet and went down so smoothly, like nectar. He moved with a higher purpose, driven by instinct, the need to pull and pluck flecks of dirt from her flawless toe overwhelming, the urge to expose her splendor overpowering, irresistible. He kissed her toe a second time, and then a third, his lips and snout swallowed sweet lavender, his fingers dancing, arms wrapping him against her as hard as he could. It hurt so badly, but the need to be there ached worse – to be beneath her, between them, it did not matter. All that mattered was that he loved her. He loved her huge feet. And he loved her so much for letting him become so intimate with them. His mouth opened wider, and his tongue graced her toe, shivering at the touch as he swallowed her flavor, and drowned in her.
And then her toe pushed back. His arms strained to keep the shuddering bulk in his embrace, yet an abundance of flesh was spilling over the failing dam that was his tiny body. He tried to let go; he tried so hard to let go. But his legs and brain begged him to stay, begged him to become another depression on her toe. So he stood his ground as more of her poured over his arms and around his face, popping his limbs and his jaws out of place, his load growing heavier by the second, all of him buckling under the stress. And as quickly as it began, the trembling stopped; Icy, brought to his knees, half-buried under Jupiter’s toe, uttered a stifled groan of relief.
At that same time, Jupiter happily purred to herself as she relaxed in her chair, leaning forward a bit to observe her lover’s work. For a second, she was able to make out the top of his head from over the swell of her toes and the black tips of her claws before he disappeared, and then all she heard and felt was stifled whimpering and weak thrashing. She leaned in even closer, her breasts spilling onto her stomach and thighs, wondering what had happened to him. Before she said anything, something warm touched her toes. They went cold suddenly, and then a shudder rushed up her leg. And then she watched, wide-eyed, as her foot and her toes pushed forward, shoving even more of her equipment off the table, a numb tingling working its way up her ankle as glass hit the floor and shattered. She panicked and pulled her feet off the desk, cursing when her toes banged against one of the steel legs. Wincing, Jupiter calmed herself enough to think. She had her moments, but she was not naturally clumsy; she was meticulous in keeping everything exactly as it should be, every inch of her lab carefully laid out. When her foot hit the ground, and she wiggled her toes, realization dawned on her astonished face.
Her formula did something, all right. It made her foot bigger.
“Icy!” she shouted, her voice filled more with enthusiasm than fright. “Quick, take a note!” The huge horned lizard blinked and scanned the table. “Icy? Where are you?”
Down on the ground, Icy groaned in pain as the weight of Jupiter’s enlarged foot crushed his frame, her whole sole spread over his little body. His world was darkness and agony – utter blackness and white hot throbbing stabs all over. Strands of light snuck between the great waves of wrinkled sole, not that he could see them over the ample flesh smothering his eyes and flattening his head. He could not move, he could not breathe. As wondrous as her divine scent was, and as badly as he wished he could inhale nothing but her aroma, his pressed lungs ached for air. Scrabbling at tiled floor, he begged her to move. Every part of him was covered in her; the empty space between his fingers and toes was filled in by her. She felt so much like warm clay – firm and resistant to his fevered thrashing, yet malleable enough to allow his continued existence. His oxygen deprived brain did not know how else to describe it. But whether she felt his panicked clawing, or decided to move of her own accord, her huge foot lifted, and light flooded into his eyes.
“Oh, there you are,” Jupiter said to him, far too casually for his liking. Her massive body leaned forward, and a hand reached for the desk. Her huge breasts sagged heavily with her forward movement, the sides of her chest spilling over the sides of her wide thighs as the loud scraping of claw on metal filled his ears. At last, she pulled back, lowered her hand, and opened it. Down fell his pen and strip of paper, the former clattering at his feet, the latter lazily drifting through the air. “You’re supposed to take notes, remember?”
Icy picked himself up, breathing hard, still shaken up from nearly being smothered. “Aren’t–” he began, stopped by the torn piece of paper that fell on top of him. He pulled it off of him. “Aren’t you the scientist? Shouldn’t you be doing this?”
“That’s your job, assistant,” she corrected him, scrunching the swollen toes of her engorged foot. She offered him an enticing wink – a wink he hardly noticed. He was too utterly fixated by her toes. “Do your thing – investigate!”
He grabbed the pen from off the ground, grumbling. Why should he be doing this? he fumed. He just wanted to worship her toes. He didn’t want to work for the privilege. Glancing to the three bloated digits before him, he put pen to paper, and got to work doing… whatever it was that he was supposed to do. She never told him what ‘investigating’ actually entailed.
They definitely were bigger, he noted to himself, eyeing those three bulging toes before turning his attention to the other foot. She didn’t shrink him a ruler to use, but just looking at them, her normal foot seemed to be a few feet smaller than the other. He didn’t want to lie down and use himself as a measuring stick, although the thought was rather tempting. He gave one of her puffy toes a prodding with the butt of his pen, and watched the firm lavender scales give way to the tip, only to bounce back into place like rubber the instant he pulled away.
“Well?” Jupiter’s voice boomed from on high. “What do you think?”
Icy coughed, and put on a lopsided grin. If he was to work for his pleasure, he decided then that he should have fun with it. “By my astute observations, and from a most generous vantage point,” he began, deepening his voice to an exaggerated baritone, sounding like the stuffy academics she loved to watch on TV, “I must conclude that this foot has grown considerably larger.” He prodded them again, this time with his fingers. “And as you do doubt have noticed, their sensitivity has increased threefold.” He leaned in close, grinning, and gave her toe three kisses.
“Here.” Kiss. “Here.” Kiss. “And here.” He finished, with one last affectionate peck of his lips.
Jupiter’s body and breasts wobbled with her mirthful laughter. “Do go on, professor. You have my full attention.”
Icy smiled, and walked to her other foot. He was glad to see Jupiter enjoyed this as much as he did. “Now then, if we proceed to the other foot – our control – you can see that it’s still as gorgeous, sexy, and voluptuous as ever. Smaller, but no less impressive.” A blush darkened his cheeks as he leaned in and shoved his body into one toe. He was practically drooling at its softness and its scent. He pulled away, stammering, trying his best to salvage his act. “B-But… It would be foolish of me if I failed to appreciate this one as well.” He leaned it again, and pressed his body against it as his arms wrapped around its width. He put his mouth against it, and he licked. As if on cue, her foot shuddered the instant his tongue touched her toe. He felt it pushing back against him, moving him along the smooth tiled floor as it plumped up and thickened, stretching his arms further apart as it swelled above him, rivaling the other foot in sheer size.
Jupiter’s eyes lit up. She sighed pleasurably. “Ah… another excellent discovery, professor.” Her foot pulled back, and then rushed forwards, scooping him up between the folds of her huge toes. Her smile widened, her blue eyes bright when she felt his squirming and writhing between her first and second toe. “It seems saliva was the catalyst.”
Drowning in her flesh, the good professor gagged and wheezed, marveling at how swiftly she had plucked him up between her digits. The increased size didn’t decrease their awkwardness, or impede her skill with them – if anything, she seemed at ease with their vastness. One foot slid over the other, her titanic sole gliding smoothly over the top of the other foot, grazing Icy’s head.
Jupiter licked her lips, blushed, and splayed her toes, offering Icy a moment of precious air. “We shouldn’t be so hasty with our conclusion, professor. Perhaps another lick? Just to be certain?”
That wasn’t a suggestion. Her massive toes slammed together before he could get a word out, crushing him between the colossal walls of flesh that began grinding his pathetic speck of a body with all the gentleness she could muster. He turned and tumbled in utter darkness, poor Icy barely clinging to the wrinkles of her sole as one leisurely slid across the other, himself battered against wave after wave of wrinkled scaled skin. He could not tell which way was up or down, or which foot was her left or her right; all he knew, or cared about, in that moment, as he gagged and sputtered on the softness stuffing itself between his lips, were her soles: the taste of her glistening scales, her sweat and his mingling as one, and dripping down his throat; the earthy aroma and the faintest hint of flowery lotion burning his lungs and nostrils; how their very touch crushed the life out of him, popping bones, squeezing vital organs, his very essence teetering on the brink of oblivion, to be extinguished at her whim. He never felt so alive. Yet he despaired, knowing in his heart of hearts that while this was mere foreplay, Jupiter knew her strength, and her limits. He knew she would relent. It was only a matter of when, for unlike her sister, Jupiter’s brand of pleasure did not border on sadism. How he wished she were more like Saturn, just this once. His lungs ached, his body screaming for release, cheeks blushing all the harder at his own predicament. He wheezed, his brain swimming in air, stars in his eyes as he begged her to let him breathe. The sliding of her feet ceased, and began pushing his raw frame in one direction – upward, to light, and air.
Jupiter eased her movement when she felt the warmth of her lover’s tongue against her scales. Her feet continued to grow even as her widening soles slid him towards her expanding toes. Those bulbous digits peaked over the hills of her breasts as she leaned down to overserve their forward advance, all of it swelling larger by the second, inch after inch, growing plumper, thicker, fatter. She knew her feet were on the absurd end of the scale even before this happy accident – a whopping fifteen feet in length at her current height, nearly four times as long as Icy was tall, wider than five of his torsos put together at her sole’s widest point. A toe alone would have smothered his tiny body with ease. Now it was quickly nearing the point where the tip of its claw could have flattened him entirely. Yet they kept pushing outwards, sensitive soles trembling and curling at the slightest touch of cold air, warm saliva, and the smooth steel leg of the table before her. Breaking into waves of wrinkles, her toes curled in on themselves and Icy as she shivered and moaned.
The horned lizard then had an idle thought. She put a finger to her plump lips, and let her long serpent’s tongue slither and twist around it, soaking it in her saliva. Her tongue unwound and flickered as she pulled it away, and touched it to the bare portion of her left breast, then moved towards the right breast. Her chest shuddered at the touch, much to her delight, bulging and snapping the buttons to her stretched red top, sending one flying as the girth of her wobbling upper half came to a stop three cup sizes larger.
“Mmm… Not bad,” she whispered, before putting her finger back to her mouth.
Her feet stopped moving, spreading apart just enough for Icy to see the lab from deep within the crevice once more. Tired, and beaten, he took advantage of the brief distraction. He climbed the sheer face of her sole – towering, magnificent, and dizzying. He used the shifting, ever increasing wrinkles of her foot as footholds, clambering upwards as fast as his little broken body could take him before the creases smoothed and disappeared. The longer he kept climbing, the higher the peaks of her mountainous toes seemed to stretch to the roof above him, the vastness of her massive sole endless, stretching forever in both directions. The task became grueling, and to his body, impossible. He pulled himself up into the nearest lavender crevice, and fell to the ground panting. His relief was short lived. The ground, his world – a wrinkle on the ball of her foot just below her toes – trembled. Her left foot – the second mountain – was quickly closing in on him.
“Climb faster, my love,” Jupiter cooed, her gigantic feet on the verge of touching each other. “Unless you want to be stuck to them forever.”
She looked down at herself, and caressed the swelling breasts she hefted in her arms. Her limbs ached as she pushed them closer to her head, an abundance of flesh spilling through her hands when her head bent down and touched her tongue to them. The sound of fraying fabric filled her ears. Her puffy nipples brushed against the stretched material of her top, only for her breasts to balloon into a wobbling mass that burst free of her top, her exposed chest taking up the span of her wide arms as they sagged on her legs. She could still see her toes pressing against the front of her desk and climbing, soles steadily rising along the steel legs, ready to engulf her table. A shame she could barely feel Icy anymore. Oh well; they were still growing, and he more than earned his lab coat. Perhaps she could assist him in making a second batch, she thought, just in case this one wore off. In the meantime, she leaned back and enjoyed her newfound bigness.
Jupiter beamed. “Saturn’s gonna be soooo jealous of these.”
Jupiter & Icy belong to
gil“Has the mixture settled yet?” Jupiter asked Icy, approaching the small lizard while she watched him work.
Perched high up on her lab desk, standing at the top of a stack of old books placed next to a tall beaker, little Icy nearly lost his footing and fell into his own concoction when the thunderous crash of Jupiter’s feet struck the tiled floor beneath her. He and his literary tower shuddered and swayed in the tremors of her jolting steps, the ruby liquid before him rippling in great waves. His aching hands slipped from the stirring rod as he fell backwards and landed flat on his back, forced to gaze upon the immense horned reptile looming over him like the tallest mountain, the twin peaks of her mammoth breasts hiding the tip of her lavender snout from his wide eyes.
Her heaving hills were quick to buckle and bend forward, straining the buttoned lab coat and red low cut top that failed to hold back the avalanche of wobbling gray scaled flesh while she examined his work. Cleavage spilled forth from the opening in her top; the black buttons trembled, their thread fraying as more of her chest sagged and spread across the table top, pushing aside material and crashing against Icy’s stack of books. He watched those buttons bend as the rest of her descended, their fibers coming loose, his ears ringing when they snapped and shot across the lab and let more of her breasts surge along the cool metal surface, until only Icy himself, his books, and the beaker remained on the surface, mere islands stranded in the sea of Jupiter’s billowing cleavage.
He was too distracted by the slow rise and fall of her breasts to glance up at her while she looked over his mixture, nor the encroaching finger that thrust him face first into the swell of her left breast. Her whole chest wobbled from the ripple of the impact, causing her to shudder pleasurably with the flailing of the black lizard stuck to the tip of her finger, buried deep in the doughy expanse of her obscene rack.
“You’re supposed to answer when I ask you a question,” she said to him, her lips curling into a grin.
His mouth was too stuffed with her breast to respond, with even more of her luscious curves filling his aching maw as it opened wider still. The black scales of his burning cheeks turned a shade darker when his jaws closed around her flesh. Jupiter felt the sharp nip of his teeth; her whole body quivered, from her lips dribbled a low moan, her sensitive breasts tingling with pleasure as the jiggling of her bloated mounds grew to wobbling waves and even more of her chest rose and pushed out around him, swelling with her arousal.
Jupiter let go of him, bit her lower lip, and gripped the sides of the desk, trying her hardest to concentrate on the task at hand. “Y-You did well creating your own formula, given your circumstances,” she whispered to him. She steadied herself, and raised her hand again, pushing down on him with her index finger. The remaining fingers of the hand that pinned Icy descended, covering him as she massaged her absurd breast. The finger that held him to her chest let up enough for him to squirm free.
“Does this mean I’m your assistant now?” he asked her. Drool fell from his lips; the wet nubs on her chest where his teeth once were faded.
“You already assist me in so many useful ways.” Jupiter answered. Low sensual growling slipped into her words. She shoved him into her chest again, moaning with his flailing as he sunk into her warm lavender depths. A part of Jupiter was reluctant to have Icy ‘assisting’ her with work. He had quickly proven himself to be counter-productive to her precious research time. Not to mention costly, due to staggering amount of torn clothing, broken lab equipment, and spilled chemicals her breasts knocked over, flattened, swatted aside, ripped and/or crushed whenever they grew in arousal; or the broken chairs, smashed tables, destroyed homes, and the odd demolished city block or three that came as the result of their amorous escapades. But in truth, she did not mind his company, so long he kept to himself and didn’t try to hump her feet or molest her breasts every five minutes. Oh, who was she kidding? Of course he would try (because she teased him), and they would enjoy every minute of it. Two fingers grabbed him by the tail and plucked him from her wobbling chest, letting him dangle helplessly above the table before her big blue eyes.
Blood rushed to his skull as he pulled his head up and saw Jupiter’s mouth filling his view entirely, her hot breath a summer’s breeze that made him shiver with delight as she leaned in closer, and then kissed him. Her gray lips spread across his snout and his face, his head lost to their plush softness as they smothered him, his lungs filling with her rich aroma, with her lustful panting. They parted slightly, and let the cool air of the lab wash over him, long enough to let him to catch his breath before they snapped shut on him, and her forked tongue forced itself down his mouth. Its sheer size made him gag, the width of its slimy, serpentine tip was as wide as his little head. What pain he felt wouldn’t last long; her jaws loosened and her tongue released him, letting him drop from her lips and plummet to her breasts, his fall broken by her ridiculous cleavage. Jupiter smiled and quivered anew when she felt Icy crawling along her bouncing chest, the awkward groping of his hands and feet the touch of insects as he tried to reach solid ground. She couldn’t help but smile as her sweet little Icy, wet, blushing, and staggering, wobbled to his feet before climbing his pile of books.
Icy never felt as small as he did then climbing that pile of books, gripping page after page, using the smallest of grooves between each one as makeshift footholds all the way to the top. Only to repeat this daunting task three more times – a task made more humiliating by the fact that he was still his usual four foot height. Jupiter had gotten into the habit of ‘surprising’ him lately with frequent renovations to her underground lab: a larger space for larger experiments, and bigger materials for an even bigger body to use them. The upward shift in scale was gradual at first; she was content with bumping everything up a foot or so every other day. By the end of the week, she maintained a modest twenty foot height. But she kept pushing it further. A week later, and she was forty feet tall. The week after that – today, in fact – she stands nearly seventy feet tall. She claims the adjustments are her way of preparing for the day she would return to her ‘natural’ size. Whatever that meant. Maybe it was just to get a rise out of him, he figured. He was too tired to put any further thought into it by the time he reached the top. He trudged across the notebook’s surface to the beaker on the other end, a good ten second’s walk at his sluggish pace. Reaching the beaker at last, he put his back against it, and he slumped over, exhausted.
Jupiter rose before him, her snout filling his eyes as she leaned her head down and gently prodded his tower of books with her nose. “You’re not going to tell me what this is, are you?” she asked him, smiling. Her long tail swayed from side to side behind her, the white spines on the end glinting in the light above, like knives.
Icy shrugged. “How should I know what it is? I just mixed things together.” He got back up, approached her mouth, and fell forward against the tip of her snout, kissing it. “Besides, you’re the scientist – I thought you knew what I put in it.”
“I may or may not have zoned out,” she murmured, her warm breath washing over his body. “I love watching my little man work.”
The smaller lizard rolled his eyes and pulled himself away from her. “Well, either way, it’s done.”
Sudden seriousness shone in her blue eyes as she rose up, leaned in closer, and examined the beaker’s contents. Icy stood there, wringing his nervous little hands as the colossal reptile standing above him muttered to herself, rattling off complex calculations and formulae that flew over his poor head. He watched her jaws clench and unclench, the side of her mouth he could see rising and falling with its movement before she turned to him with that same serious face. It gave way to a beaming smile before it came closer, and smothered him with another gray-lipped kiss. “You just might earn that lab coat tonight.”
Drenched and embarrassed again, he sat down on the notebook. The paper grew damp beneath him, the fibrous pores of the cover soaking up her saliva. He grew nervous and looked down, toying with his fingers as his voice went quiet. “A-Am I going to…”
Jupiter shook her head. “You’ve been my loyal guinea pig for so long. I think it’s safe to do the honors just this once.”
She picked up the beaker in one hand and held the glass with ease. The beaker itself looked no bigger than a mug when gripped in her massive fingers, though the gallons of red liquid sloshing within was enough to rival a swimming pool. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it. And then she put it to her lips, downing the glass in one huge gulp. Sharp citrus buzzed her lips and tongue. It was sweet going down, reminding her of orange juice.
Icy watched in nervous silence, waiting for some unknown, awful reaction to rear its ugly head: a second head; a second tail; shrunken breasts. Anything. But nothing happened. Yet. Just thinking about that word made him anxious, conjuring up that horrible, vulnerable sensation of helplessness. The gnawing in his stomach and heart grew even worse, now that she had taken his role. And all he could do was watch. And wait.
Jupiter smacked her lips in satisfaction and then set the beaker down on the table. “Not bad.” She turned her attention back to Icy. “Now then, I need you to observe the effects of your formula and take notes. No matter what happens to me, you must keep record of it. Everything has to be preserved for science.”
He blinked. “B-But what if something bad happens?”
“Nothing bad will happen,” she assured him, adding “well, nothing permanent, anyways. I made sure everything you used was non-lethal.”
The little black lizard visibly relaxed at this, and watched Jupiter return to her seat. His world shuddered suddenly, his legs struggling to keep him upright against the pounding tremors of her footfalls. The alluring sway of her wide, skirt-clad backside kept time with the casual pace of her steps, the swell of buttocks hidden beneath black fiber ebbing as she stopped, turned around, and sat down. She leaned back in her huge lab chair, folding her arms under her massive breasts, squeezing her chest upward, like rising dough, as they came together, threatening to pop from their top.
Icy bent down at a corner and gripped the paper he stood on with both hands. He then pulled backwards, grunting, as loud shredding filled his ears and the white fiber gave way in a long, thin strip, longer than he was tall. He walked to the other end of the slip of paper, and tugged again, tearing it free from the notebook. He set the piece of torn sheet down before his feet, and pulled a pen from his pocket, looking up at Jupiter and her immense rack as he did so. Staring at her, he could not help but think that as big as she was – and as huge as they were – each could have weighed twice as much as he did, if not more so. She looked at him, and her lips curled. His head shot down, embarrassed.
And then they waited.
Silence reigned, broken only by the bubbling and boiling of beakers and the static white noise hum of electricity. For what seemed ages, they waited, looking at each other, past each other, and then away from each other awkwardly, both wondering when then the formula would take effect, if even at all. Ten minutes had passed and with each passing moment, it grew all the more likely that nothing would ever happen.
Icy sighed, eyes downcast, defeated. Jupiter pursed her lips and smiled weakly.
“It’s okay, Icy,” she reassured him. “We all have our duds. At least yours didn’t make me explode.”
He looked up, horrified. “I thought you said everything I used was non-lethal?”
The towering lizard leaned back even further, and crossed one long leg over the other, letting her huge foot dangle over her knee, naked, exposed. Icy watched, mesmerized, as her wide toes wiggled before him, rubbing and bumping against one another, kneading purple scaled flesh. The arch of her sole scrunched, its supple flesh wrinkling before his eyes.
“I say lots of things, Icy. I may have zoned out when I chose your compounds.” She looked right at him and splayed her toes when her lavender heel kicked out and landed on the desk with a heavy thud. “You have that effect on me.”
Icy gulped and stared at her foot, ogling that titanic three-toed beauty. Dull lavender shone in the light of the lab as the voluminous mountain of a foot slid along the surface of the smooth table, edging closer to him, taking up more of his space, more of his vision, demanding more than his rapt attention. It tipped forwards, the vast wrinkled sole lowering over him, its shadow creeping beneath him, swallowing him whole as her fat toes lowered and shoved her work aside. Notebooks and beakers fell to her black-tipped digits, their fall harsh on his little ears, his heart pounding like a drum when her thick heel slammed into the base of his tower, her wide sole resting on its steps, her enormous toes wiggling mere inches away from his face. The smell of her feet, the scent of Jupiter, overwhelmed him then, as did the sight. A literal wall of purple, its earthy scent was the scent of the living room floor and everything stuck to it, her natural fragrance, and the sterile cleanliness of her lab. Together they made for a curious combination, but it was an aroma all hers. It would always be hers, and he enjoyed her all the more for that. He edged closer, trembling, eyeing the countless flecks of dirt and debris embedded in her scaled toes. Her toes were massive – just as tall as he was, and twice as wide. He had never felt so intimidated and aroused by their sheer size as he did at that moment. It was one thing to be next to them, or to admire them from a distance, but witnessing their beauty from the underside, reliving that ephemeral breath before being crushed underfoot made him shiver with delight. How easily she could have crushed him them, how effortless it would have been for her to smother him in her softness. Yet it could happen anytime. He found that thrilling.
And Jupiter knew this.
She grinned. “And it seems I have that effect on you, too. Shall we compare notes?”
He grasped her toe with both hands, struggling to hold the softness of her scales in his trembling fingers and damp palms, the heat of her body radiating through her flesh and into his. Black cheeks flushed ever darker as he pressed his whole being against her, his heart soaring as he sank deeper into her lavender mass, becoming one with her being, another speck, another blemish, upon her perfection. His lips were the first to taste her flavor; electric pleasure ran up his back, lighting his spine and igniting his nerves in pure ecstasy as he kissed her toe, moaning as he kneaded it with his lips and his teeth and his claws. She tasted so sweet and went down so smoothly, like nectar. He moved with a higher purpose, driven by instinct, the need to pull and pluck flecks of dirt from her flawless toe overwhelming, the urge to expose her splendor overpowering, irresistible. He kissed her toe a second time, and then a third, his lips and snout swallowed sweet lavender, his fingers dancing, arms wrapping him against her as hard as he could. It hurt so badly, but the need to be there ached worse – to be beneath her, between them, it did not matter. All that mattered was that he loved her. He loved her huge feet. And he loved her so much for letting him become so intimate with them. His mouth opened wider, and his tongue graced her toe, shivering at the touch as he swallowed her flavor, and drowned in her.
And then her toe pushed back. His arms strained to keep the shuddering bulk in his embrace, yet an abundance of flesh was spilling over the failing dam that was his tiny body. He tried to let go; he tried so hard to let go. But his legs and brain begged him to stay, begged him to become another depression on her toe. So he stood his ground as more of her poured over his arms and around his face, popping his limbs and his jaws out of place, his load growing heavier by the second, all of him buckling under the stress. And as quickly as it began, the trembling stopped; Icy, brought to his knees, half-buried under Jupiter’s toe, uttered a stifled groan of relief.
At that same time, Jupiter happily purred to herself as she relaxed in her chair, leaning forward a bit to observe her lover’s work. For a second, she was able to make out the top of his head from over the swell of her toes and the black tips of her claws before he disappeared, and then all she heard and felt was stifled whimpering and weak thrashing. She leaned in even closer, her breasts spilling onto her stomach and thighs, wondering what had happened to him. Before she said anything, something warm touched her toes. They went cold suddenly, and then a shudder rushed up her leg. And then she watched, wide-eyed, as her foot and her toes pushed forward, shoving even more of her equipment off the table, a numb tingling working its way up her ankle as glass hit the floor and shattered. She panicked and pulled her feet off the desk, cursing when her toes banged against one of the steel legs. Wincing, Jupiter calmed herself enough to think. She had her moments, but she was not naturally clumsy; she was meticulous in keeping everything exactly as it should be, every inch of her lab carefully laid out. When her foot hit the ground, and she wiggled her toes, realization dawned on her astonished face.
Her formula did something, all right. It made her foot bigger.
“Icy!” she shouted, her voice filled more with enthusiasm than fright. “Quick, take a note!” The huge horned lizard blinked and scanned the table. “Icy? Where are you?”
Down on the ground, Icy groaned in pain as the weight of Jupiter’s enlarged foot crushed his frame, her whole sole spread over his little body. His world was darkness and agony – utter blackness and white hot throbbing stabs all over. Strands of light snuck between the great waves of wrinkled sole, not that he could see them over the ample flesh smothering his eyes and flattening his head. He could not move, he could not breathe. As wondrous as her divine scent was, and as badly as he wished he could inhale nothing but her aroma, his pressed lungs ached for air. Scrabbling at tiled floor, he begged her to move. Every part of him was covered in her; the empty space between his fingers and toes was filled in by her. She felt so much like warm clay – firm and resistant to his fevered thrashing, yet malleable enough to allow his continued existence. His oxygen deprived brain did not know how else to describe it. But whether she felt his panicked clawing, or decided to move of her own accord, her huge foot lifted, and light flooded into his eyes.
“Oh, there you are,” Jupiter said to him, far too casually for his liking. Her massive body leaned forward, and a hand reached for the desk. Her huge breasts sagged heavily with her forward movement, the sides of her chest spilling over the sides of her wide thighs as the loud scraping of claw on metal filled his ears. At last, she pulled back, lowered her hand, and opened it. Down fell his pen and strip of paper, the former clattering at his feet, the latter lazily drifting through the air. “You’re supposed to take notes, remember?”
Icy picked himself up, breathing hard, still shaken up from nearly being smothered. “Aren’t–” he began, stopped by the torn piece of paper that fell on top of him. He pulled it off of him. “Aren’t you the scientist? Shouldn’t you be doing this?”
“That’s your job, assistant,” she corrected him, scrunching the swollen toes of her engorged foot. She offered him an enticing wink – a wink he hardly noticed. He was too utterly fixated by her toes. “Do your thing – investigate!”
He grabbed the pen from off the ground, grumbling. Why should he be doing this? he fumed. He just wanted to worship her toes. He didn’t want to work for the privilege. Glancing to the three bloated digits before him, he put pen to paper, and got to work doing… whatever it was that he was supposed to do. She never told him what ‘investigating’ actually entailed.
They definitely were bigger, he noted to himself, eyeing those three bulging toes before turning his attention to the other foot. She didn’t shrink him a ruler to use, but just looking at them, her normal foot seemed to be a few feet smaller than the other. He didn’t want to lie down and use himself as a measuring stick, although the thought was rather tempting. He gave one of her puffy toes a prodding with the butt of his pen, and watched the firm lavender scales give way to the tip, only to bounce back into place like rubber the instant he pulled away.
“Well?” Jupiter’s voice boomed from on high. “What do you think?”
Icy coughed, and put on a lopsided grin. If he was to work for his pleasure, he decided then that he should have fun with it. “By my astute observations, and from a most generous vantage point,” he began, deepening his voice to an exaggerated baritone, sounding like the stuffy academics she loved to watch on TV, “I must conclude that this foot has grown considerably larger.” He prodded them again, this time with his fingers. “And as you do doubt have noticed, their sensitivity has increased threefold.” He leaned in close, grinning, and gave her toe three kisses.
“Here.” Kiss. “Here.” Kiss. “And here.” He finished, with one last affectionate peck of his lips.
Jupiter’s body and breasts wobbled with her mirthful laughter. “Do go on, professor. You have my full attention.”
Icy smiled, and walked to her other foot. He was glad to see Jupiter enjoyed this as much as he did. “Now then, if we proceed to the other foot – our control – you can see that it’s still as gorgeous, sexy, and voluptuous as ever. Smaller, but no less impressive.” A blush darkened his cheeks as he leaned in and shoved his body into one toe. He was practically drooling at its softness and its scent. He pulled away, stammering, trying his best to salvage his act. “B-But… It would be foolish of me if I failed to appreciate this one as well.” He leaned it again, and pressed his body against it as his arms wrapped around its width. He put his mouth against it, and he licked. As if on cue, her foot shuddered the instant his tongue touched her toe. He felt it pushing back against him, moving him along the smooth tiled floor as it plumped up and thickened, stretching his arms further apart as it swelled above him, rivaling the other foot in sheer size.
Jupiter’s eyes lit up. She sighed pleasurably. “Ah… another excellent discovery, professor.” Her foot pulled back, and then rushed forwards, scooping him up between the folds of her huge toes. Her smile widened, her blue eyes bright when she felt his squirming and writhing between her first and second toe. “It seems saliva was the catalyst.”
Drowning in her flesh, the good professor gagged and wheezed, marveling at how swiftly she had plucked him up between her digits. The increased size didn’t decrease their awkwardness, or impede her skill with them – if anything, she seemed at ease with their vastness. One foot slid over the other, her titanic sole gliding smoothly over the top of the other foot, grazing Icy’s head.
Jupiter licked her lips, blushed, and splayed her toes, offering Icy a moment of precious air. “We shouldn’t be so hasty with our conclusion, professor. Perhaps another lick? Just to be certain?”
That wasn’t a suggestion. Her massive toes slammed together before he could get a word out, crushing him between the colossal walls of flesh that began grinding his pathetic speck of a body with all the gentleness she could muster. He turned and tumbled in utter darkness, poor Icy barely clinging to the wrinkles of her sole as one leisurely slid across the other, himself battered against wave after wave of wrinkled scaled skin. He could not tell which way was up or down, or which foot was her left or her right; all he knew, or cared about, in that moment, as he gagged and sputtered on the softness stuffing itself between his lips, were her soles: the taste of her glistening scales, her sweat and his mingling as one, and dripping down his throat; the earthy aroma and the faintest hint of flowery lotion burning his lungs and nostrils; how their very touch crushed the life out of him, popping bones, squeezing vital organs, his very essence teetering on the brink of oblivion, to be extinguished at her whim. He never felt so alive. Yet he despaired, knowing in his heart of hearts that while this was mere foreplay, Jupiter knew her strength, and her limits. He knew she would relent. It was only a matter of when, for unlike her sister, Jupiter’s brand of pleasure did not border on sadism. How he wished she were more like Saturn, just this once. His lungs ached, his body screaming for release, cheeks blushing all the harder at his own predicament. He wheezed, his brain swimming in air, stars in his eyes as he begged her to let him breathe. The sliding of her feet ceased, and began pushing his raw frame in one direction – upward, to light, and air.
Jupiter eased her movement when she felt the warmth of her lover’s tongue against her scales. Her feet continued to grow even as her widening soles slid him towards her expanding toes. Those bulbous digits peaked over the hills of her breasts as she leaned down to overserve their forward advance, all of it swelling larger by the second, inch after inch, growing plumper, thicker, fatter. She knew her feet were on the absurd end of the scale even before this happy accident – a whopping fifteen feet in length at her current height, nearly four times as long as Icy was tall, wider than five of his torsos put together at her sole’s widest point. A toe alone would have smothered his tiny body with ease. Now it was quickly nearing the point where the tip of its claw could have flattened him entirely. Yet they kept pushing outwards, sensitive soles trembling and curling at the slightest touch of cold air, warm saliva, and the smooth steel leg of the table before her. Breaking into waves of wrinkles, her toes curled in on themselves and Icy as she shivered and moaned.
The horned lizard then had an idle thought. She put a finger to her plump lips, and let her long serpent’s tongue slither and twist around it, soaking it in her saliva. Her tongue unwound and flickered as she pulled it away, and touched it to the bare portion of her left breast, then moved towards the right breast. Her chest shuddered at the touch, much to her delight, bulging and snapping the buttons to her stretched red top, sending one flying as the girth of her wobbling upper half came to a stop three cup sizes larger.
“Mmm… Not bad,” she whispered, before putting her finger back to her mouth.
Her feet stopped moving, spreading apart just enough for Icy to see the lab from deep within the crevice once more. Tired, and beaten, he took advantage of the brief distraction. He climbed the sheer face of her sole – towering, magnificent, and dizzying. He used the shifting, ever increasing wrinkles of her foot as footholds, clambering upwards as fast as his little broken body could take him before the creases smoothed and disappeared. The longer he kept climbing, the higher the peaks of her mountainous toes seemed to stretch to the roof above him, the vastness of her massive sole endless, stretching forever in both directions. The task became grueling, and to his body, impossible. He pulled himself up into the nearest lavender crevice, and fell to the ground panting. His relief was short lived. The ground, his world – a wrinkle on the ball of her foot just below her toes – trembled. Her left foot – the second mountain – was quickly closing in on him.
“Climb faster, my love,” Jupiter cooed, her gigantic feet on the verge of touching each other. “Unless you want to be stuck to them forever.”
She looked down at herself, and caressed the swelling breasts she hefted in her arms. Her limbs ached as she pushed them closer to her head, an abundance of flesh spilling through her hands when her head bent down and touched her tongue to them. The sound of fraying fabric filled her ears. Her puffy nipples brushed against the stretched material of her top, only for her breasts to balloon into a wobbling mass that burst free of her top, her exposed chest taking up the span of her wide arms as they sagged on her legs. She could still see her toes pressing against the front of her desk and climbing, soles steadily rising along the steel legs, ready to engulf her table. A shame she could barely feel Icy anymore. Oh well; they were still growing, and he more than earned his lab coat. Perhaps she could assist him in making a second batch, she thought, just in case this one wore off. In the meantime, she leaned back and enjoyed her newfound bigness.
Jupiter beamed. “Saturn’s gonna be soooo jealous of these.”
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