Unobtainble 2 - Chapter 6

Dark clouds roiled from one end of the horizon to the other. 

The ground was dizzyingly far below a canvas of burnt forests, ravaged fields, and dark fissures that ran like cracks through paint. The massive fleshy platform on which I stood could not prevent a wave of vertigo. When it passed I was on my knees, bent over a lake of calloused flesh that I dimly recognized as a palm, fingers rose up like towers behind me. Explosive laughter slammed into me in a wall of sound, rattling my bones and splitting my head with terrible pain. Wetness slicked the sides of my head and a high ringing filled my ears. The next peals of thunderous speech were felt more than heard.

I trembled as the titaness spoke, the raw power of her voice liquefying my ability understand her words. Abruptly the rolling thunder of her speech paused in a huff of what might have been annoyance. My body jerked spasmodically as something like lightning arced through me, there was no flash of light but my body spasmed and went rigid and the ringing in my ears began to fade. Wind once again roared in my ears and the titaness spoke a second time,

THERE-

My head exploded in agony and a fresh flow of liquid ran from my ears. The cacophonous words continued for a few more moments before a sigh buffeted me with hurricane force winds. I went tumbling end over end before crumpling to a stop. Before I could appreciate the agony I was in lightning arced through me and again and whatever had been broken was stitched back together. I looked up at the visage of my tormenter and screamed for mercy. 

And understood immediately how futile my plea was. I had only a vague notion of her appearance, like a mountain seen up close it was impossible to discern the shape of her face when only a small portion of it filled my vision. But what I saw was enough. There was no mercy in the glossy black pools of her eyes. I saw myself reflected in them; an insect in a jar, only of interest while struggling to survive. Red lips the length of cruise ships curled in a sneer, revealing teeth large enough to pop elephants like grapes. I was less than a morsel to this monster, more a piece of gristle that might become stuck between her teeth. 

“As much fun as it is to watch you suffer, having to repeat myself grows tiresome,” a voice spoke in my mind. Lilian’s sneering mouth never moved, but there was no doubt the voice was hers. “I have brought you here for a simple purpose. Shake your head if you understand.” I nodded, grateful she had not required me to speak. I doubted that I could. Lilian squinted down at me, the dark ponds of her eyes narrowing into streams to verify that I understood. “Good,” she said when satisfied. “I am going to tell you what to do and you are going to obey. The pain you suffered from my voice will be a sweet, gentle dream compared the torment I will give you if you defy me.” 

Lilian paused, lips twisting in derision and I realized she expected me to respond. I quickly nodded my understanding. “Wonderful,” her thought-voice said without inflection. “Don’t worry,” she did not say ‘bug’ but her pause left me with the impression of a worm dangling from a hook. “We want the same thing. Your poor little girlfriend needs to feed, and you’re going to help her. You’re going to make sure she grows up to be a big, strong woman.” Images were pressed into my mind: Heather as tall as a tree, as tall as a building, unstoppable and insatiable.

The explanation Andy had given made it clear why Lilian wanted Heather to grow, it would weaken the barrier between our worlds. But there was no way I was going to let that happen. I looked around at the darkened sky and caught sight of the blasted landscape below. Lava flowed freely from distant peaks, the land was cracked and sundered as though devastated by repeated earthquakes. Lilian had caused this. I did not know how I knew, but I was as certain of it as my own name. I could not let her do this to my world no matter how fucked up it was becoming, no matter how much it hurt. Then I remembered, this was just a dream. The pain I had experienced before was only in my head, Lilian had no real power over me. It was like Caley had said, this was only a dream.

I shook my head no.

A thousand insects feasted on my insides. 

I screamed in agony. Little bumps beneath my skin wriggled and squirmed as they glutted on my skin and muscle and bone. I screamed and screamed while the insects fed, devouring me from the inside. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the sensation was gone. I ran my hands over my arms and legs and stomach, feeling for the telltale bumps of whatever creatures had infested my body, but there was nothing. Only skin, chill to the touch. 

“Did you think ‘It’s just a dream’,” Lilian scoffed. “Your mind belongs to me, worm. Defy me and I will make you suffer for an eternity. Time is not so fixed as you think, I can stretch an hour in into weeks here.” A smile creased Lilian’s vast and terrible lips. “Perhaps you need another demonstration? This time, something more… Initimate.” 

I began to shout ‘NO’ but it was too late. A rush of wind forced me aginst her palm as Lilian’s hand raised towards her head, her mouth magnifying around me until the tiny dimple at the center of her lips filled my vision. Her hand tilted and I was falling, plummeting towards an enormous maw that opened up to swallow me whole. 

A pink leviathan tongue reared up from the dark cavern below and caught me on its tip, thrusting me against the back of her teeth. A wet crunch, my legs snapping like twigs. My screams echoed in the dark cavern as the pink leviathan flung me up against a wet wall where I stuck fast. The crack of light thinned then disappeared sealing me in the humid tomb. The pain in my legs seemed distant, surreal. Fetid breath washed over me and with horror I realized I was not the first creature she had swallowed today. Only she did not swallow.

Her tongue scraped me from the roof of her mouth and with incredible dexterity balanced my limp body on its tip again. The pink leviathan thrust me against her teeth and my arm shattered, something in my chest gave way and my next breath made a wet sucking sound. 

I was going to die.

No sooner had I thought that then a third bolt of lightning convulsed through me, knitting my tortured body back together. Except this time my legs were left broken and in agony. “I can keep you alive for as long as it takes,” Lilian said into my mind. “I can make you suffer over, and over and over again.” A deep chuckle rumbled from her throat, rattling my bones. “Hurting you would be far more fun, I think. There is nothing better than listening to a tiny man’s screams. So are you going to do as I say, or do I get to have some more fun?”

I said what I had to, “Th-”

Bone crunched. From thigh to abdomen every bone was ground to paste between Lilian’s gargantuan teeth and I screamed. Lilian chuckled while I continued screaming until I was hoarse and faint from loss of blood. “Oops! I forgot to wait for an answer!” Suction wrenched the lower half of my body, it felt like she was tearing me in half. A deafening moan rumbled from the darkness. “Not enough of you for an appetizer, but those screams are delicious. We can make a deal later, for now let’s hear you wail.” 

Lightning fizzled through my body, but not like before. My body was ruined, but my screams echoed anew in her cavernous maw. I could not stop. Crying with hurt and fear, alone in the wet darkness, I gave Lilian what she wanted.                    

***   

A single tear rolled down Heather’s beautiful cheek and hung briefly at the corner of her plump lips before falling the length her new, perfect body. The mirror reflected everything she had ever wanted and she could not stop crying. 

Crystal, her dearest friend, had paid the price and there was no way to fix it. They had tried to undo Lilian’s spell. Weeks of struggle turned into months and nothing worked. Finally, they gave up, each retreating back into their own little world. Crystal’s world of being small and frail and powerless was one Heather was well acquainted with. Now, things were different.

The first few weeks did not seem real, everyone treated Heather differently. Voices told her how pretty she was, how tall. Other voices seethed with jealousy. Still others trembled with uncertainty, even fear. Heather wanted to shut the voices out but the last group made her want to reach out. She wanted to tell them everything was going to be okay, that they should be happy with who they were. That she wasn’t any better. That was not right either though, she was worse than them. So much worse.

She could not tell the familiar, fearful voices that everything was going to be alright because nothing was alright. Crystal would never be the same and it was her fault.  

Heather wiped the tear from her cheek with the back of her hand and shut her locker with unintentionally loud clang. The girl’s locker room was nearly empty and only Sandy, a popular athletic girl remained. They had a history together, and it was not a pleasant one. Heather met Sandy’s eyes briefly as she turned to leave. 

“What’s wrong?” Sandy asked noting Heather’s puffy red eyes without a hint a sympathy. “Those tissues you stuff your bra with chafing?”

“Wh-what?” Heather stammered, looking down reflexively at her chest. They had sprouted dramatically ever since… That night. A fresh set of tears started to well up in her eyes and Heather forced them down.

“Oh don’t play dumb, everyone knows you stuff,” Sandy said venomously. “You probably stole your mommy’s bra.” 

Heather froze. The old her would have meekly turned and walked away. That impulse still lurked beneath the surface but something else lurked there too: anger. Sandy had bullied her for years for being small and weak. But Heather was not small or weak. Not anymore. “I don’t stuff,” she said.

“Yeah right,” Sandy replied sarcastically. 

A dark impulse gripped Heather and she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Sandy’s stunned expression was deeply satisfying. The way her eyes glanced nervously away and uncertainty clouded her face was even better. How many times had Sandy used size and strength to make her feel like nothing? This felt like justice, and she wanted more. Heather advanced and Sandy, maybe unconsciously, took a step back.

What happened next was lost in the fog of old memories.

That was the first time Heather deliberately stole from another person. Sandy’s good genetics and hard won athleticism became Heather’s and that was only the beginning. If she could not fix her friends, Heather decided, maybe she could break her enemies. 

Time passed and her hunger grew. 

The mirror reflected a girl taller and more voluptuous than any of her peers. Uncertainty evaporated under a fresh layer of confidence. Voices told her how beautiful she was. Other voices seethed with jealousy and petty comments. Still others made furtive comments, too nervous in her presence to speak plainly. One of this last group Heather desperately wished would muster the courage to speak with her, but he never did.

Time passed and her hunger grew.

The mirror reflected a teenager in a woman’s body, an adult among children. Confidence became pride. Voices told her how incredible she was. Other voices whispered enviously, too intimidated to speak up. Those that did speak up had a bad habit of winding up at the bottom of the social ladder while Heather ascended to even greater height. The last group was too afraid to even whisper, but she felt their lustful stares on her whenever she walked the halls of school. One stare was different, she welcomed his stare and more. But more never came. 

Time passed and her hunger grew. 

The mirror reflected an idol, a pillar of sexuality that drew hormonal stares like metal to a lodestone. Pride gave way to avarice. Voices fawned, glorifying her every word and action. Other voices were mercilessly stomped out or brought to heel, there could only be one center of attention after all. The voices that would not speak were infuriating reminders of things better forgotten. If they must exist it would only be as stones on her path to greater glory. Was that his role too, just another stone on her path?

Time passed and an insatiable worm of hunger gnawed her guts.

The mirror reflected young goddess, a creature of awe and focus of worship. Avarice flourished, an endless cycle of consumption and greed: the worm eatings its own tail. The voices were one now, worshippers all. She would trod upon them as she ascended to even greater heights, except the one. He infuriated her as he always had, not quite resisting but not quite falling into line. A piece of the puzzle that never quite fit.

That was all in the past, but unable to sleep her mind had wandered down old paths.

Heather rolled over and felt a small body compress against her tit and stopped short of crushing him. In the moonlight streaming through the window she could see him clearly. He was so small, doll-like and vulnerable. Powerless and yet…His words had stung so much. At the time she had been too stunned to even react but now, they came roaring back. This was all her fault? It had been so long Heather had nearly forgotten what it was like to have someone be mean to her. A painful flood of memories surged against the barriers she had built in her mind. Sudden anger held them in check. How dare he? 

How. Dare. He.

Heather sat up, looming over the worm that inhabited her bed. It would be so simple to crush him or polish him off like a snack, sucking the last vestiges of his strength into her body. Only Mike’s head and shoulders were visible over the curve of Heather’s massive bust and even those were being eclipsed as her nipples stiffened at the thought of feeding. Normally when she felt this hungry she would use him like a toy, fucking herself until the blissful oblivion drove everything else away. At least for a little while.

Tonight was different. He had hurt her; ripping open old scabs that she had thought healed. This puny, pathetic weakling who would be discarded like garbage if not for her charity dared to bite the hand that fed him? She would suck him dry, but not like the others. He would suffer slowly, withering away smaller and weaker day after day until only a husk remained. Heather rolled over her prey, pinning his sleeping body in the valley between her breasts. By the time he woke up it would be too late.

“N-No!” Mike said, thrashing in his sleep. He let out a pitiful whine like an animal caught in a trap and Heather recoiled. Mike’s tiny body twisted and convulsed and Heather’s resolve wavered, what nightmare could make him suffer so? It was irritating that something was causing him so much pain. Making him suffer was her job. 

So is protecting him, a little voice whispered.

Heather hated that voice, it made her remember things that were better forgotten. Over the years she had done her best to shut it up, drowning it out with all the voices that adored her. You can’t hate yourself if everyone loves you, duh. Did Mike love her? Lately he was not acting like he did. He seemed sullen and depressed even though he had the absolute hottest most desirable girl in school all to himself. Well, mostly to himself, she had needs after all. And worse he had blamed everything on her, just like the little voice did sometimes. Heather hated him for that.

Mike whimpered in his sleep again, “H-help!”

Heather frowned, why should she help him? He had not been nice to her at all even after everything she had done for him. Her huge tits hanging over him were a perfect example of that. Any boy would kill for a chance to even see what she had to offer and he got to ride between them, he should be kissing her feet in gratitude instead of whining about Lilian or whoever. Maybe Lilian was a little scary, or a lot scary, but Heather was good at compartmentalizing. Worry and fear did not make her feel good, so she had no use for those things. Better to focus on what felt good, like a little man struggling beneath the weight of her great big tits. The feel of her nipple engorging, stabbing into his little body- pinning him so he could not escape. 

Another whimper dispelled Heather’s fantasy. Mike’s face scrunched up with pain and he gasped something unintelligible. Had he said her name? Heather leaned over, hovering her ear above his tiny head.

For a moment, she heard nothing.

Then, “Help m-me,” he wheezed. Heather snorted in irritation and lifted her head back up, strands of her hair falling over his face. Whatever, she thought, this nightmare is starting to irritate me anyway. She reached down and shook him. Mike did not wake. Frowning Heather lifted his body and shook him more vigorously. Mike’s body jerked back and forth violently but his eyes remained closed. Something was wrong, Heather realized, and a sliver of fear wormed its way past her carefully constructed defenses.

“Mike?” Heather said. “Come on, time to wake up.” 

“N-no p-please!” Mike haltingly gasped.

“This isn’t funny Mike, snap out of it.” Heather’s grip on his body tightened. Mike thrashed, and his eyes flung open only they were rolled back, revealing milky white orbs set in a terror-lined expression. Drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth and rolled over Heather’s knuckle.         

Now that she held him she noticed how cold his skin was, his body was like ice. Without thinking Heather pressed his body between her tits and hugged them together, applying gentle but firm pressure. Being pinned stopped him from thrashing but he still felt cold, terribly cold. “Come on Mike, you’re okay.” Heather said as though her words would make it so. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.” She repeated in a mantra.

He was not warming up.

Heather stood up out of bed. She needed to get warmth inside him, but starting a fire to heat water would take too long. Fucking middle of nowhere, she thought angrily. There had to be some other way, something…

Milk.

Heather quickly extracted Mike from between her breasts and positioned his head at her nipple. She flicked the already engorged nub before squeezing the flesh around her areola, kneading it between her fingers until the first jet of milk arced over Mike’s head and splashed against the wall. Repositioning his head she tried again and the milk splashed over his face, but little if any made it into his mouth. Growling in frustration she adjusted sat back down on the edge of the bed and twisted her body so Mike was below her then carefully positioned her now dripping nipple over his head. She had to use her fingers to pry open his clenched jaw.

A drop of hot milk splashed into his mouth. And another.

Mike sputtered, then coughed. His eyes rolled back down and flicked frantically from side to side in a panic before they focused on Heather. His terrified expression melted into heart wrenching relief. He leaned into her breast and let out a gulping sob. The first of many. 

Heather was not sure what to do, Mike would not stop crying long enough for her to ask him what had happened. When she started to pull away Mike stumbled, reaching for her desperately and she relented. She was still mad at him, but he needed her and for now that was more important. Eventually her back started to twitch at the awkwardness of her position. Heather rolled over, resting Mike on her breasts while he continued to hiccup sobs. Something horrible had happened to him, worse than any bad dream could have caused.

And it pissed Heather off.

Nevermind that she had been this close to snuffing him out, he belonged to her. She was the only one allowed to make him suffer and this? Even in her darkest moments she would never have taken things this far. Seeing him this way made her feel terrible, and that was not okay. Minutes passed and Mike was still crying hysterically. Heather wrapped her arms around him, snuggling his body into the soft warmth of her breasts and cooing softly. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” She lost track of how long cuddled him, whispering sweet nothings while he cried.

By the time he calmed down, she wasn’t hungry at all.