by Elske P. Paulsson
Day 1
With all of the appropriate fluff and flourish, the ship set sail.
It's bad enough that I'm taking this cruise alone, without my ex-fiancee,
but to make matters worse a nice newlywed couple, Michelle and Peter, is
in the cabin next to mine. Michelle is quite the looker, attractive face,
athletic body, firm and large pert breasts, nice ass. Peter looks like
your typical body builder, well muscled and not an ounce of fat visible.
I was instantly jealous. I feel like I'm being subjected to a horrible
form of torture. They kept me up all night! What stamina, and boy, was
she a screamer! Didn't hear much of him, but her screaming and moaning
was really turning me on. I jerked myself off to her moans, fantasizing
that I was the one making love to her firm hard body.
Day 2
I spotted the couple out by the pool today. They were putting sunscreen
on each other. She was wearing the naughtiest thong bikini I had ever seen.
It hardly covered a thing, much to my enjoyment. The captain came by and
I could see him arguing with them. He handed her a towel and made her cover
up and go back to her cabin. She did not look happy - in fact, she seemed
quite upset with the captain. She came back a few minutes later wearing
a more modest bikini. Still, she was quite a sight. I wondered to myself
whether she was a natural blonde or not. The couple sunned themselves in
their deck chairs and I fell asleep in mine with visions of her incredible
body dancing in my head.
When I awoke there was quite a commotion going on. Naturally I went over to see what was going on. A crowd was standing around the couple. I knew the couple was in the middle of the crowd for I could easily see their heads above the people standing around them. I would guess that they were both about 7 feet tall. The modest bikini she had been wearing was now anything but that. Her full bosom was nearly spilling out the front and both the top and bottom of her bikini were stretched to the breaking point. His shorts were equally tight and were succeeding in hiding nothing. About this time the captain showed up with more towels. They wrapped themselves in the towels and headed to their cabin. I followed the crowd which dispersed when they reached their cabin. The captain went in with them and I went into my cabin to see if I could hear anything through the walls. At first it was difficult but then they were soon yelling at one another. The captain was upset with their behavior and the couple was protesting their ignorance. They had no explanation for why they had grown and couldn't help it if their clothes had not grown too. They ended up blaming it on some kind of chemical reaction to the suntan lotion. Finally the captain told them to knock off the funny business or he would personally put them off the ship at the very next port. After that all was silent. I didn't see them any more that day or at dinner, though I looked all over the boat for them. Apparently from the dishes outside their door, they had eaten in their cabin. After reading a book for a couple of hours I went to bed. Several hours later I was rudely awakened by their vociferous love-making again which was considerably louder than the previous night. Incredibly, they were shaking the walls with their amorous exercises.
I could hear people from other cabins banging on their walls but it seemed to have no effect on them. If anything, she only moaned louder and the banging grew in intensity. She was in the throes of orgasm when suddenly the wall separating our cabins buckled, splintering the wood veneer, and I found myself looking at her face and shoulders as she finished her moaning and her orgasm began to subside. She looked over at me and immediately flushed with embarrassment. I myself was stunned to see the size of her head. She must still have been growing. I looked back through the hole in the wall, past her now quite large breasts, and saw her husband. They were still coupled and he was finishing up with his orgasm. I could see that he had continued to grow as well. Michelle was trying to cover up, squirm back through the hole, and yell at Peter all at the same time. Peter couldn't see me and I watched with fascination as he pulled his still engorged member out of her. It must have been almost a foot and a half long! I was also able to note that Michelle was a natural blonde. After covering up with some sheets, they both sheepishly apologized for the intrusion and then moved a piece of furniture to block the hole. While I could no longer see into their room, nonetheless, I could hear them quite well. Michelle was very upset with Peter for pushing her through the wall and even more upset that the man next door had gotten to see her "privates". Peter seemed less concerned and told her that she ought to be proud of them. For a while they fretted about no longer being able to stand in their cabin and Peter reassured her telling her that he thought that they had stopped growing. They went to sleep and eventually I did to.
Day 3
I awoke to the sound of a woman screaming. On this boat there certainly
does not seem to be a need to set an alarm clock. The scream wasn't coming
from next door like I initially thought, but from out in the corridor.
I hurriedly opened the door and was met by a sight that I will never forget.
A woman was screaming hysterically and pointing at the naked bodies of
Peter and Michelle who were wiggling their way, single file, up the corridor.
They had grown so large that it was a very tight fit. Peter was in the
lead and I had an incredible view of Michelle's behind and her pussy slit
as she wiggled her way deliciously along the corridor. Peter had been wrong,
they were bigger. In fact, I surmised, as had Peter and Michelle no doubt,
that if they did not get outside to the deck of the ship fairly soon, they
would never be able to, without causing severe damage to the ship. A crowd
of people followed the two giants, for now no other description would suffice
for them, up to the deck. The captain was waiting for them and I think
even he was surprised at their size. They were easily 25 feet tall. Michelle
had one hand and arm over her breasts and the other was covering the region
between her legs. Peter had his world record schlong cupped in his hands.
the captain had some sheets brought up, but they wouldn't stretch all the
way around the giant's bodies. Both the two giants and the captain seemed
at a loss as to what to do. Eventually the captain shooed everyone off
the deck and placed it off limits to the rest of the passengers. For the
remainder of the day no one talked about anything else other than the two
giants. That night I was awakened again by the now all too familiar sounds
of Peter and Michelle making love. This time, though, the entire ship was
rocking to what must have been Peter's massive thrusts. I lost count of
how many positions I heard them try and how many times they came. No one
got much sleep that night.
Day 4
I had barely gotten a couple hours of sleep when I awoke with the feeling
that I was falling out of bed. In fact, I was. The ship was listing quite
heavily to one side. I heard an enormous splash outside and the ship was
rocked violently back and forth. I looked out the porthole and saw Michelle
swimming along side the boat. She must have been almost half as big as
the boat was. The boat was still listing and suddenly there was another
tremendous splash followed again by the violent side to side rocking of
the boat. I made my way back to the window and saw that Peter had joined
Michelle for her swim. Unlike before, they now seemed oblivious to their
nakedness and as they began to get amorous again I got the distinct feeling
that they were actually enjoying having a miniature audience. Incredibly,
as I watched I could actually see them continuing to grow larger. It was
tremendously captivating and yet, I began to worry. Just how big would
they grow? I watched them going at it for a while, feeling the boat rocking
from the waves generated by their ministrations and then headed for one
of the dining areas. To my surprise, there was no food on any of the serving
tables. A surly crowd had surrounded the maitre'd and as I approached closer
I heard that the giants had eaten all of the food. From outside I could
hear Michelle's cries of ecstasy as she achieved yet another orgasm. With
nothing to eat and nothing to do, I wandered back to my cabin. No sooner
had I arrived when I felt a gut wrenching jerking of the ship accompanied
by the screaming of tormented steel. I looked out the porthole and noted
two things. The ship was no longer moving and the two giants were now standing
in water that just a little while ago they were swimming in. Michelle's
breasts were bobbing on the water, her nipples alternately showing above
the water and sometimes covered by it. That lasted a couple of minutes
and then they were well above the surface of the water. As if I still had
any doubts, it confirmed that they were still growing. The giants maneuvered
around to the front of the boat, out of sight from my porthole, and then
I felt the ship begin to move again. It didn't move steadily as before
but in jerks as if the giants were towing it.
For the remainder of the day we traveled in this manner until we reached an island. The giants left us several miles off shore and waded on towards the island together. It was clear to me, if not to every other passenger on the ship by now, that they were going to do "it" again. No sooner did they reach the beach of the island when they started in again. There was no attempt at privacy, they could have gone to the far side of the island, and I was now sure that they were enjoying, if not deriving excitement from, having their miniature audience watch them while they made love. They looked over at us so many times during their lovemaking, there could be no doubt. We had become less than equals to them and I feared for what might come next. That evening, the captain came on the loudspeaker system and informed us that there was some food, that it would be rationed, and that the giants had destroyed the propellers, bent the propeller shafts, and pulled every antenna and satellite dish off of the boat. The ramifications were clear to me. In essence, we couldn't go anywhere on our own and had no way of telling the rest of the world of our plight. After a dinner of crackers and watered down soup I went for a stroll along the deck. It was dark and I couldn't see anything of the island excepts its outline. Pausing, I could hear the unmistakable moans of Michelle and Peter making love. They were insatiable. As I reached my cabin I prepared for bed. I didn't sleep well that night. Two thoughts nagged at me tugging at my consciousness. Why had they disabled the ship and just how big would they be tomorrow?
Day 5
I awoke again to the now routine feelings of the ship being violently
rocked and the unfamiliar voice of Peter telling everyone it was time to
wake up. Michelle joined in telling everyone it was time to play and that
everyone was to head up on deck because they had a big surprise for us.
I dressed as fast as I could, given the tremendous rocking the ship was
undergoing, and headed up on deck. I looked at horizon level still expecting
to see Michelle's mammoth bosom or maybe her waist. Secretly I was hoping
that her pussy might now be showing above the water. What I saw was their
shins. As I looked up, my eyes went to their knees and then their thighs.
My eyes continued up. Hanging above the ship was Peters cock. It was hard
and it shadowed over the entire ship. He was standing at the bow and his
massive cock was standing out a right angle to his body. It easily stretched
from bow to stern if not further. I could see it gently bobbing, rising
and falling with his heartbeat. Every once in a while he reached down and
gave it a couple of strokes as if to tease it a little. I was reminded
of a joke I once heard about a nudist colony member who used his cock as
a sundial and would stroke it when it started to read a couple minutes
slow. I looked up at Michelle and there was no difficulty seeing her lightly
furred blonde cunt. Unabashedly she had separated the lips and was stroking
it methodically with one of her fingers. Her slit could easily have swallowed
a small house if not a small office building. She seemed to be keeping
herself in a perpetually aroused state as well.
Upwards my eyes traveled, past her navel, past her stomach, up to her pendulous breasts. She was standing next to Peter by the bow and I could only see the underside of her breasts. The nipples were up there somewhere and behind me, hidden from my point of view by the upswelling of her breasts. Her other hand was cupping one of her breasts, no doubt playing with one of her nipples and I shuddered to think how big those nipples could be. Framed between her monstrous breasts I could see her face looking down at us miniature people. The smile on her face could best be described as devilish. Peter and Michelle would steal looks at one another and break into quiet (for them) giggles. Something was up. For several minutes passengers continued to arrive on deck. The reaction was almost always the same. Their eyes would start out level and then begin to travel up. Then they would swing towards the rear as they took in Peter's manhood. At this point their mouths would usually become slack-jawed. Several of the women, all towards the elderly side actually fainted. Some of the younger women seemed to get turned on and somewhat excited looking at his cock. More than a few subconsciously began to stroke their breasts and reach between their legs. Presently all of the passengers and crew were on deck. For the longest time we wondered what the two giants were up to and then Michelle broke the silence telling us how she and Peter had an open relationship. They could both see others. Then she told us they were sorry we weren't having more fun on the cruise, specifically sex, and that Peter and herself were going to remedy the situation.
First though, she explained that there needed to be some foreplay. No one was allowed to go below deck and miss out on it. Peter had moved about a mile behind the boat and now Michelle sat down in the shallow (for her) water. The waves she created as she sat, rocked the boat. We were now smack dab in the middle of the Bay of Michelle with her mountainous knees bent and stretching above us. In front of us at sea level was her excited pussy which she was still fingering. Rising in the distance were her flat stomach, titanic breasts, and face. She took the boat in her hand and began rubbing it against her clit. Her enjoyment was obvious and when it seemed like she might have been about to come she took the boat and pushed it towards Peter who had sat down in a position similar to Michelle's. We skimmed across the water, shot between Peter's knees and struck his rigid cock squarely. Then he began stroking and rubbing his cock and banging it against the boat. We were all being thrown violently from side to side. Then he stopped and told us that he was curious as to which was bigger, the boat or his cock. He stood up and thousands of gallons of water cascaded off his body. Then he picked the boat up and placed the stern against his pubic hair while balancing the boat on his cock. The stern was entirely enshrouded by the jungle of his hair and the entire head of his cock protruded past the bow. I saw several of the passengers jump off of the boat and climb onto his hair but I never saw what happened to them. He seemed very pleased with his new size and began holding the boat in one hand while he banged his cock against the boat with the other. The shocks and noise were nearly unbearable.
When he had had enough he launched the boat back to Michelle who seemed to be eagerly awaiting our arrival. The boat came to a lurching halt against the gaping slit of her cunt. This time she picked us up and rubbed the boat against her massive nipples. Instantly they became rock hard and they began to damage the ship as she rubbed harder and harder against them. Then she placed the boat under one of her breasts and let the breast fall down pinning the boat to her body and exclaiming to Peter, "Look Ma! No Hands!". She finished by rubbing the boat against her clit some more and then prepared to launch us back over to Peter. Peter had a different idea in mind and told Michelle to walk out to deeper water. We walked for an interminable amount of time as the water slowly rose up her long legs. When it was just below her pussy Peter called halt and moved about half a mile away from us. He called out "Batter Up!" and pulled his cock directly away from us. Michelle launched us and as we neared Peter's cock he released it and it swung out striking the boat squarely and sending us back to Michelle. Michelle squealed with delight and I lost track how many times we played that game. Finally Michelle announced that she had something in mind and went back to water that was a little more shallow. She got on her knees and spread her legs quite far apart. Her cunt hung deliciously above the water. With her hands she spread her pussy lips wide open. Then she told Peter (and us) that she didn't really feel like she had gone on a cruise ship just yet and that she was now going to remedy that situation. She told Peter to launch the boat towards her a little slower, which sounded great to us. Peter did so and slowly we approached Michelle's colossal arch. Her entire cunt was spread above and before us and we watched in amazement as we neared it. Michelle watched us approach with visible anticipation but nothing happened and we began to pass underneath her. I thought maybe she had in mind to give us all a thrilling up close view of her cunt when all of a sudden without warning she began to pee. At first the yellow foul smelling torrent missed the boat completely but she corrected her aim and soon soaked the boat completely from stem to stern, giggling childishly the entire time. Now, she announced, she felt like she had gone on a cruise ship.
Peter told her to send the boat back because he had an idea too. We were quickly pushed back to Peter who had lowered his body until his mouth was just above the surface of the water. The boat came to a rest directly if front of his face. He opened his mouth and several people screamed in fear thinking he might swallow us. He formed an "O" with his lips and then unleashed gale force winds which blew away everything that wasn't nailed down and left us clinging to those items that were. Again we drifted under Michelle's dripping cunt though this time we knew exactly what was coming. As before, a yellow downpour rushed forth from her cunt struck the boat, knocking it about, and then proceded to wash over the entire surface of the boat coating both passengers and ship again with her acrid smelling, eye burning, urine. Accompanied by Michelle's thunderous laughter we were sent back toward Peter who now had raised himself such that his cock was bobbing along the surface of the water. He stopped our motion with his cock as if the boat weighed nothing at all. For a long moment nothing happened and we began to wonder what Peter had in mind. Then a small (to Peter) geyser of pee erupted from his cock striking the stern of the boat, spilling over onto the deck and us and propelling us toward where Michelle's yellow Niagara Falls would soon appear. A couple more squirts from Peter for good measure sent us easily on our way.
As we passed under Michelle's cunt, she thoroughly soaked the boat again laughing uncontrollably the whole time. Several people were washed overboard during the game but the giants didn't seem to mind. A few members of the crew tried to escape in the boat's motorized launch but Peter shot them down capsizing their boat with a single squirt of pee. As the crewmen floundered in the water Michelle came over and asked them if they liked big tits. Then she lifted her boobs high above them and let them crash down upon them causing a tremendous splash and wave which swamped the launch and rocked the ship. This she repeated several times. After Michelle was finished, Peter came over and began beating the area with his cock causing more huge waves to form. I'm certain there were no survivors from that ill fated escape attempt. It clearly illustrated to us what our fate would be should we try to escape. After a final dousing from Michelle wherein she peed continuously for such a time on the boat that I thought the boat would sink, I would drown, or both, Michelle announced that she thought that we all had had enough foreplay and ordered all of the men to the front of the boat and all of the women to the rear where Peter had now stationed himself.
She explained again about their open relationship and that Peter was now going to have sex with all of the women on board and she was going to have sex with all of the men. None of us had any idea what she was talking about or how this monumental task would be accomplished. Then she explained that to make matters more interesting she and Peter would have a contest to see who could come first. The winner got to choose the next game. With a hasty "On your mark, get set, go!" she began furiously stroking her clit. She ordered us to take our clothes off telling us she wanted to see our puny cocks. Once done, she began laughing at us, comparing the size of our cocks to Peter's. Then she reached down, grabbed a huge handful of men and began stroking them against her tremendous clit. She grabbed another huge handful and began stroking them against her breast. Behind us I could hear Peter doing his best to come quickly, jerking his huge schlong rapidly back and forth with his hand, telling the women to strip and then laughing at how small their tits were compared to Michelle's, how small they were compared to him, and how their cunts would be split apart by his monstrous cock if they tried to make love. I don't think he realized that his cock was so big now that the women could nearly walk upright into his cavernous pisshole. Then Michelle began telling us how some women squirt when they come and that she was one of them and not to be alarmed. There was hardly time to be, because she began coming right then and there. As she orgasmed she sprayed all of the men and covered most of the front of the boat with her juices. With an amused expression on her face she deposited the handfulls of men back on the deck into the mess she had created. Some were definitely a little worse for the wear. About this time Peter started making noises and I looked back just in time to see him shoot his load. The amount of jism was incredible. His first spurt struck the naked women passengers squarely knocking them onto their behinds and covering them in jism. The remaining spurts coated the rest of the boat including us men at the front leaving us all swimming in jism and struggling for survival.
Michelle laughed at how helpless we were against merely their orgasm juices and declared her victory and her right to choose the next game. Hardly noticed in all of the fun was that Peter and Michelle had still been continuing to grow. I would have been surprised if the boat was now even half as long as Peter's cock. Michelle carried the boat over to the island, which for them must have now been about the size of a beach blanket. She placed the boat onto the beach and ordered us to abandon the ship. All of us that is except the captain. It appeared that she had something special in mind for him. Fifteen minutes later those of us who were left were all gathered on the beach, naked and wondering what was going to happen next. For the first time, I was also able to clearly see the boat and all of the damage that it had received from being played around with by the giants. Frankly I was amazed that it had been able to still float. The bow, stern, and sides had been inwardly crushed from being hit by Peter's cock and the superstructure had been severely damaged from being rubbed on by Michelle's nipples and held by her breast. Neither had the boat faired especially well from being blown on, peed on, and orgasmed upon.
Eventually, Michelle spoke up and told the captain that for being so rude to her and Peter that he would have to walk the plank. She reached down, easily plucked him up and placed him on her nipple. At least that's what we guessed, her nipples were so high up, they were scarcely visible above the swelling of her enormous breasts. Her nipples must have been so large now that the captain may have been able to stand on them, in which case they essentially were a gangplank, a gangplank that must have been several miles high. Then she walked over to Peter and crouching down touched the tip of her nipple to his cock. Michelle ordered him to move onto Peter's cock. Then, crouching down close so she could see him, she ordered him to walk off of Peter's "plank". As we watched in horror, the captain did as he was told stepping up to the edge of Peter's cock. Then he hesitated. Whether he would have gone voluntarily or not I'll never know because Michelle struck him from behind with her nipple sending him into a ruinous freefall. He seemed to fall forever before Michelle's hand swooped in and caught him. I thought the captain had gotten a reprieve but when Michelle told him that she had more fun in store for him I knew I was wrong. Michelle placed him back on the boat, picked it up, and held it up next to Peter's cock as if she were comparing the size of the two. In fact, the head of Peter's cock was now longer than the entire boat. It seemed only a matter of time before he would be able to stuff the entire boat into his piss slit. Michelle seemed quite pleased with the new size of the boat and, once again performing before and directly above her liliputian audience, began spreading her pussy lips and pushing the boat in. Laughing, she looked down at the minature assemblage below her and told us not to worry, after all, it was the captain's duty to go down with the ship. For some reason she found this pun highly amusing, we didn't.
Once inside she motioned Peter over and he began screwing her in earnest. It boggled the mind to watch the coupling of these two behemoths. His cock was so big one thought to compare it with sequoias or skyscrapers but even they didn't do it justice. We watched in utter amazement as it worked its way in and out again of her pussy directly above us. His cock must have been nearly a mile long and it would appear and then nearly disappear inside of Michelle's cunt. The spectacle filled the sky. The whole island shook with each mighty thrust. As the pace turned to a frenzy, and the island underwent continous quaking, Michelle and Peter simultaneously came with orgasms which shook those of us who were still standing to the ground. For a while, the two giants rested, basking in the afterglow of their orgasm. We had been completely forgotten about. Michelle was the first to stir. Looking directly at us, with an expression like the cat who just ate the canary, she reached in with her fingers and pulled out the jism and cunt juice soaked boat. It was so small I thought they must have had another growth spurt. Michelle placed the object on the beach and pissed on the former boat, washing away the mixture of jism and her own juices and creating a small lake. The two of them began laughing. The boat had been compressed accordion-like to about one fifth of its former size under the relentless thrusts of Peter's cock against Michelle's cervix. Brushing her hands off, Michelle declared their job here as done and talked about having bigger fish to fry elsewhere. The two of them waded off in the general direction of the sunset until a couple hours later nothing of them could be seen anymore. A watch was posted to warn us of their return but it turned out to be unnecessary, nor am I sure what we would have done if they had decided to return.
Day 6
We've searched the entire island or rather what's left of it. Most
of the island was crushed during Peter and Michelle's boat-scrunching session.
There was no sign left of any food or water, only Michelle's lake which
no one was interested in . We tried to get into the boat, but it's hopeless.
Everything was horribly compressed and none of the spaces are large enough
to crawl through. We're stranded and have not seen any signs of anyone
searching for us. I keep wondering about how big Michelle and Peter have
become and where they next came ashore. I fear we have been fogotten, that
the rest of the world must be preoccupied with dealing with Peter and Michelle.
Along with some other debris from the ship, a tube of sunscreen washed up on the beach today. No one noticed it but me. I picked out three of the most attractive female survivors, Pamela, Veronica, and Patricia, went to a secluded spot away from the others and told them about the tube of lotion and how it could make us grow and be our ticket off the island or that it could be just a tube of ordinary sun lotion. I also explained a theory I had that Michelle and Peter had grown faster after making love. The plan was agreed to by the ladies. The way I figured it, if it was the right tube of sunscreen I was going to have a lot of fun as a giant man with three giant girlfriends and if it wasn't the right tube, well, at least I was going to have a fun orgy with the three women. We split the remaining sunscreen and spread it over each other's naked bodies. I had an incredible sense of anticipation and a feeling that there was no turning back. Other than the arousal I was feeling being with three gorgeous naked women and knowing we were all about to partake in a four way orgy I felt nothing unusual. Our orgy was incredible. Every which way I turned there was a tit which begged for attention or a pussy to stroke, lick, or screw. Our orgy lasted hours and by the time we were done I had lost count of how many times they and I had come. We were wiped out from the marathon session.
Perhaps I had been a bit overly ambitious to think that I could satiate three women at once. We lay exhausted on the sand and slept. When I awoke, it was nearing dusk. I looked around but didn't feel any different. None of the women seemed any different either. Dejectedly we headed back towards the others. As we walked back, the women were giving me a hard time about having so cleverly tricked them into having sex with me. It was a good natured ribbing, each of them had had a good time and I had told them up front that it might not be the right tube of sunscreen. The ribbing came to an abrupt halt as we came upon the first of the other stranded passengers of Camp Castaway (the name for our new home). It was a woman who started screaming and running when she saw us. I estimated that she might have been somewhere between nine inches and a foot tall. That meant we were somewhere in the vicinity of 30 to 40 feet tall. The four of us whooped and cheered and began excitedly jumping around and hugging each other. Then Veronica announced that we still needed to be a lot bigger and that we had better start making love again. She literally threw me down to the sand and we started humping. Not to be left behind, Pam and Patricia joined in and soon our four way orgy was again in progress. Knowing that the more we did it, the more we would grow was an incredible turn on and I could almost feel myself growing with each stroke and orgasm. It was strange at first to see the other passengers watching us but as the night progressed and they continued to shrink away smaller and smaller what they thought mattered less and less to me and I began to even get turned on thinking about how Peter and Michelle had looked like when I had been that small and knowing we were giving them much the same view. It was an incredible feeling, knowing that the more you screwed the bigger you grew and that none of the other passengers could do anything to stop us from growing bigger. We screwed like rabbits into the wee hours of the morning until exhausted we all collapsed and slept where we were.
Day 7
I would have liked to have slept longer but I was awakened by Pamela
who was in the midst of giving me a blow job. On second thought, I think
I slept just long enough. Now that I was awake, she straddled my body,
took my stiff cock, and guided it into her wet pussy. She was begging me
to pump her up, insisting that we grow bigger. It wasn't long before our
activity woke up Veronica and Patricia and once again we were all going
at it. I looked around for the other passengers and at first I didn't see
them. I thought that maybe they had gone to another part of the island
to avoid getting accidentally crushed during our orgies. Then I saw the
remnants of the ship and I realized we were much bigger than I thought.
Using the wrecked ship as a reference I was able to locate Camp Castaway.
We were so big, any one of the three women could have smothered the entire camp with one of their breasts. Pam followed my gaze and then let out a shriek of surprise. She pulled off of me and then got Veronica and Patricia and together the four of us squatted over and around the little people of Camp Castaway marvelling at how small they had become. Veronica leaned over and whispered something to Pam and the two of them began to giggle. Patricia and I both asked them what was so funny and Veronica replied that she was wondering what it would feel like to pee on the little people. Never one to pass up a new experience, I told her that I thought that it might be kind of fun. I looked down and the little people looked like they had become frantic, running every which way, bumping into one another. I picked one of them out, lowered my cock and let go with a spurt of pee. It struck him or her squarely leaving a small wet spot on the ground with the little person struggling to get back up in the middle of the puddle. The gals were now peeing too and pretty soon we were rounding the little people up with our pee, forcing them into a single group. Periodically, one of the little people would make a break for it and then we would see who could get em first. It was fun, and I enjoyed the feeling of power it gave me, knowing that we could control these little people with merely our pee.
Patricia asked to aim my cock while I peed and seemed to get real pleasure feeling my cock spurt it's pee and aiming the stream to cut off or knock down some fleeing little person. I enjoyed it as well. Eventually no one else wanted to make a break from the crowd. Veronica decided then that it must be time to let them all have it and whispered her plan into Pamela's ear who told me and I then told Patricia. Having made it through Michelle's and Peter's pissing games, I wondered what it was like for those little people with four immense giants surrounding them and thousands of gallons of pee likely to come from any and all directions. Veronica counted to three and then we all cut loose saturating the area where the crowd stood with our remaining pee. Little bodies flew everywhere and soon there was a new lake even bigger than the one Michelle had left. Many of the little people were now gathering on the edge of the lake on the side closest to me. Pam said that she wanted me to come on the little people and started jerking me off. A few moments later, with Pam aiming for me, I shot a fresh load of cum onto the tiny crowd of people coating them completely.
Patricia asked what we should do with them next and Veronica offered up stomping on them. I thought it might be fun to make them walk my plank, Patricia wanted to squash them between her breasts, and Pam thought it might be fun to stick them up her cunt and then have me screw her. The other gals quickly agreed that that was what they wanted too. They split the crowd three ways, washed them off in the ocean and then eagerly stuffed them into their excited slits. Getting on to their hands and knees, they arranged themselves side by side, stuck their asses up in the air towards me and wiggled them seductively. I screwed them from behind changing from gal to gal as I saw fit. Thinking of those little people inside their cunts helplessly trying to stave off the onslaught of my enormous cock thrusting its way deep into the gals cunts really turned me on and I came furiously in Veronica and finished up in Pamela and Patricia. We continued on for a couple more hours until we had to stop because we no longer fit on the island. We were now larger than Peter and Michelle had been when they had left. Pam asked about what we should do next and I told her I didn't know exactly but if we headed in a given direction we would eventually hit land and opportunities would present themselves. Since Peter and Michelle had headed off towards the west we headed east towards what would surely be another exciting adventure.
The End