The small, California coastal town was quiet in the early morning predawn. A heavy mist had settled over the town, enveloping it like an ethereal blanket. The town still had a functional lighthouse, and as it turned, cutting through the fog, it revealed the massive form of Cynthia, standing as tall as the mountains that surrounded the coastal town. She looked down at the place she had spent the last week in, hand on her belly, a contemplative expression on her face. She thought back through the last week, remembering how she fucked or sucked everyone in this damn time, and know they were residing in the pit of her stomach, screaming out and thrashing futily against their own mortality.
 
 
  A whole town, generations of people with hopes and dreams and goals and lives, now reduced to nothing but gutstuffers, assmeat, and tit fat. She didn’t care about them, she just wondered why she felt bored after all of that, after fulfilling one of her greatest desires, to dominate those lesser than her completely. She shrugged, sending ripples through her jiggling flesh, imperceptible at her size. Maybe she needed a break from fucking and eating, the thought saddened her. She didn’t even want to go through with it anymore but she might as well, what else did she have better to do.
 
 
  So she began crushing the place with her feet, starting with the bar where she had an orgy the first night. Then the church where she seduced and ate the preacher, then various homes and structures she had spent some nights in after eating their original owners. There would be no trace of them after this except for massive footprints and craters where she decided to use her ass. There was still some slight enjoyment and gratification after looking upon her hard work, but not as much as there used to be. She turned her attention to the lighthouse, its vigilant light illuminating her thighs as she walked toward it. She wondered what to do, it was the perfect shape for a dildo, she just didn’t know what hole it belonged in.
 
 
  She stopped in front of the tower, considering, before a voice spoke to her. “Hello! Hello up there!” Cynthia looked down between her cleavage, a man stood on top of the lighthouse balcony, paper in hand. Cynthia bent at the waist, hips flaring out sensually, Her breasts now being illuminated by the lighthouse. “What?” Her voice boomed in the quiet night. The man was shaken by the sonic assault, he paused then spoke again.
 
 
“I wrote you a poem.” Cynthia rolled her eyes but before she could interrupt he began.
 
 
“Goddess Cynthia you are so beautiful,
People do not realize they are in luck,
When they end up in your gut,
And as fat on your butt,
To nourish a goddess is a blessing,
And you never keep people guessing,
What you will do to them.”
 
 
  He beamed brightly, proud of his middling poem, “It’s not the best but I just feel so lucky to get to talk to you, not many people have the chance.” Cynthia smiled in spite of herself, the poem was terrible but it was charming in its own way, and the man who wrote it wasn’t bad to look at. “You are just so sweet.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the man gently, enveloping him in a full body kiss, she could feel him wriggle in what she thought was excitement. She held the kiss for a few moments before increasing the pressure, sucking and sucking and sucking, until the little man popped right into her mouth and with a quick swallow, down into her gullet.
 
 
  The man and his poem doomed to the digestion they so praised. She already had forgotten him by the time she gripped the base of the lighthouse and tore it out of the ground. She laid down, facing the dark sea as she forced the tower in and out of her sopping cunt, her cum forming a new river that flew into the ocean. Her climax came soon, the tower destroyed by her contractions. She lay panting looking out at the dark ocean. She wondered if there was something down in those waters that could rival her, rival her size. Something that could be even bigger laying in the abyss. In spite of how big she was, it made her feel small.
 
 
  Small, that was it! If she was bored of being so big all the time she would go small. She got up from her reverie and set off for the nearest city, leaving forgotten ruins behind her. It took a week for her to find someone that would suit her interests, a muscular, hulking, standing 6 '6”, muscular and hung like a horse. She stared upon his naked form, he was much smaller than her usual size but soon so would she.
 
 
  She stared upon his amused smile as she began to shrink down from eight feet tall, to six, to five, four then three. She looked up at him, having to peer around his growing cock that was almost as long as her leg. She started to speak. “So, let’s beg-” She couldn’t even finish before two huge hands descended on her, one wrapped around her waist and the other around her neck as she was pulled up to the brute’s eye level. He positioned her perpendicular to his face and began ravenously assaulting her pussy with his tongue. Cynthia began moaning as an exhilaration hit her that she was unused to. Something about having no control of what was going to happen to her turned her on, and in that epiphanous moment, she felt what her worshippers felt.
 
 
She cried out near orgasm before the man’s tongue withdrew, and with one swift movement, she was impaled on his massive member, stretching her to her limit as her vaginal canal was filled and her cervix was pounded. He held her by the waist with one hand, he wasn’t so much as fucking her as using her as a sex toy. Her body jiggled and her breasts slapped against her belly as she was brutally fucked, eyes rolled back in her head and tongue lolled out of her mouth. Every nerve ending in her tight pussy was stimulated, enrapturing her in a wave of pleasure. The phallic outline seen through her belly with each thrust.
 
 
The man was grunting now, panting, she knew the signs of an impending orgasm. Her usual personality revealed itself. “Do not cum, not yet, put me down, Now!” The man looked down on her, anger in his face, he was not used to being told what to do. He thought about who was talking to, thought better of any rebuttal, and removed himself from her. He placed her down on a nearby stool, continuing to stroke his massive member as she shrunk down to inches tall. She had to shout for him to hear her. “Cum, Now!” He began to stroke faster, muttering under his breath. “Fuck!” Was all he said before Cynthia was blasted by a firehose of semen, the sticky substance subsuming her.
 
 
Sperm floated around her in the sticky pool like massive tadpoles, they honed in on her, forcing themselves into her mouth and pussy and asshole, mercilessly filling her until she looked nine months pregnant with octuplets. She couldn’t breath and more and more came, she cried out soundlessly in the bodily fluids in orgasm. She took a second to pause and rest before growing and growing and growing to ten feet tall, towering over the man, her stomach now shrunken severely.
 
 
“That was fun, but I still prefer when I am on top.” She grabbed him with both hands before opening wide and swallowing down. The massive muscular form fought against her stomach, the struggles simply making her tired. She fell forward onto her restless gut, falling asleep as a man died within her.
 
 
The End