
"I can't believe Debby's coming back! I'm so happy she
wanted to hang out with us! We're, like, totally not
worthy." Kaylee bubbled from the seat next to Melissa.

Melissa gripped the wheel tighter and gritted her teeth
for a moment before she said, "Yeah. It should be great."
Nothing made Melissa feel more conflicted than Debby Cantor.
On the one hand, the younger girl had stolen Farrow High
from Melissa overnight, taking her click of popular kids
without any real effort, turning her boyfriend of 3 years
into a fucktoy after just a week, and becoming the Prom
Queen as a Junior. On the other hand, Debby was really
hot. Melissa was wet just thinking about the way the other
girl's outrageous curves stretched out everything she wore.
Until Debby had transfered to Farrow High, Melissa had thought
she was 100% strait, but afterwards she found herself jilling
herself off every night with images of Debby's massive chest
and huge ripe ass dancing in her mind. Melissa hated Debby,
but that didn't mean she wouldn't do anything the younger
girl asked her to. She didn't know how many other people
secretly hated Debby, but she didn't know of a single other
person who didn't show Debby the same knee-jerk obedience that
Melissa herself did. That went for parents and teachers
just as much as other kids.

Now they had all graduated, but Debby wanted to get back together
for old times sake after they had all completed their first or second year
of college. To be honest, Melissa didn't really want to talk
about how college was going. She had struggled academically, and
gone a little too far when it came to partying. Not that anyone would
be interested in hearing about her college experience. She had already
heard through the grapevine (it was hard not to), that Debby had
lead Harvard to a basketball championship and published as the lead
author on an academic paper. Something about biology or chemistry.
On top of that, Debby had exploded in popularity online, turning
into a minor celebrity with the instagram handle @missmassive. The
last time Melissa had checked Debby had had over 4 million followers,
but she had probably gained another couple of million since then.

When they got to the trail head, Melissa pulled over and got out
of the car. She didn't much like hiking, but Debby's casual suggestions
had a way of being understood as commands. Everyone but Debby was
already there. They weren't officially supposed to meet for another
half an hour, but no one was going to keep Debby waiting. Melissa
had had to fight hard to keep herself from getting there an hour
early, and she felt she should have gotten some sort of prize for
convincing Kaylee to relax.

She said hello to the others, all boys, but they seemed pretty disinterested
in anything except for Debby's impending arrival. Melissa wasn't used to
being ignored by the opposite sex, but it was to be expected with boys
who had been exposed to Debby.

Fifteen minutes after the agreed upon time, a large red SUV rolled into
the parking lot and Debby stepped out. For a moment, Melissa forgot to
breath. Debby's long smooth legs were the first to emerge. The muscles in
her powerful calves and thick thighs shifted. She leaned forward and
the largest pair of breasts that Melissa had ever seen were illuminated
by a shaft of sunlight. Debby wore a tank top which looked stretched to
the breaking point, the deep U-neck exposed so much cleavage that
Melissa felt a wave of vertigo as she imagined falling in. Each breast
was the size of a microwave oven, larger than Melissa remembered them
being on that Prom night 2 years ago when Debby had worn that low cut
red dress that made you just want to fall to the ground and begin
worshiping. They quaked and jiggled in never-ending hypnotic motion.
It was very obvious that she wore no bra from the two large dents that
her shot-glass sized nipples made in her top. When she stood fully
upright, her breasts thrust forward in a motion that pulled the hem
of her tank up to expose a perfect belly button nestled among a
faint six-pack. A pair of tiny white cotton short-shorts were stretched
over her hips and ass. Melissa envied the shorts to no end.

Those massive, perfect breasts were all that Melissa could see now,
all that she was aware of. A sound was trying to penetrate the fog
over her mind, but she brushed it away from her consciousness
like an annoying fly. The whole world was the darkness between Debby's
creamy breasts.

"Melissa!" Debby said, for the third time.

"W-What?"

Debby chuckled, "I thought we'd lost you for a second there."

"S-Sorry." Melissa, said raising her gaze up, and up, and up to
meet Debby's own. She gulped. The pull of Debby's chest was still
there, but now that she had made eye contact with the other girl's
penetrating green eyes, she had something equally captivating to look
at. Shiny black hair cascaded around her perfect face in an
effortless tumble. Debby's face was every bit as beautiful as her body,
and Melissa found herself going out of focus again. "H-Have you grown?" She
wondered out loud.

"Actually, I have. I was only 6'8" at the end of Junior year, but
I've grown 10 inches since then, and I don't seem to be slowing
down. Just between us girls, I've also grow like 14 or 15 cup sizes."
Debby said with wink.

"You're perfect." Melissa said in a daze.

Debby gave a smile that would have convinced anyone to lay down their
life for her, "Awww, that's sweet." She was used to people mumbling
stuff like that. Her body had a way of turning everyone into hypnotized
slave, and the effect had only been getting stronger as she grew. In
high school, it had taken hours before people succumbed, but these days
it was pretty much immediate. Debby didn't feel any particular drive to
dominate everyone she came across, it just happened. Of course, she didn't
see any reason to try to prevent it from happening either, not that she
really could have. Even when she dressed more conservatively, people
ended up staring at her chest asking her if there was anything at all
they could do to make her happy in even the slightest way.

"Now, let's get this show on the road!" Debby said, as she lead them
up onto the trail.

Melissa fell into line right behind Debby, and was soon entranced by the
rhythmic swaying of Debby's huge ass. The shelf of her ass looked like
Melissa could have sat on it, or at least made a solid attempt. Debby's
powerful muscles moved with a sense of latent power that had Melissa
wondering just how strong Debby was now. In high school, she had watched
the younger girl lift Bob's pickup truck from the front so that
Kaylee could pick up a pen that had fallen underneath it without getting
dirty. Debby was significantly bigger now than she was then, so there
was no telling to what heights her freakish strength had risen.

Melissa was so entranced by Debby's ass, that she hardly noticed when
the other girl turned off the path and began bushwhacking through the
forest. Some of the boys who were further from Debby's distracting
presence were aware enough to wonder aloud at where they were going,
but they didn't question Debby's leadership.

Eventually, they struggled up a scree covered slope to reach the
mouth of a cave. "Isn't this place cool? I was hanging out with these
park rangers, and they told me about it." Debby declared. The
cave extended deep enough into the side of the mountain that
they could not see the back, and it was large enough that they could
walk in upright.

They took out their phones for illumination and walked in. The floor
was muddy at first, but before too long it turned to sand. The tunnel
rose and fell in steep slopes before leveling out and opening up into
a huge chamber with a sandy floor. "Wow! This is amazing!" Debby
declared looking at the alien shadows cast by the stalactites in
the light of their phones. Everyone else only had a bit of attention
to spare for the natural wonder. After all, Debby was in the cavern
with them, and no rock formation could hold a candle to her beauty.

"Let's eat lunch here." Debby suggested. No one imagined doing otherwise.
Debby had spoken.

They sat in a circle and pulled out sandwiches and snack bars to much on.
Debby's meal filled two plastic grocery store bags. Melissa watched in
awe as the larger woman put away three two foot long sandwiches stuffed
with all sorts of deli meat and cheese. Despite the fact that she had
brought so much to eat, Debby finished eating first. She had no sooner
started patting her stomach in satisfaction when Tom, one of the former
football players she had invited along said, "D-Do you want the rest of
my lunch?"

"Hmm. I guess I could eat a little more." Debby allowed with an indulgent
smile. "Are you sure you aren't still hungry?"

Tom was still hungry, but he wasn't going to give up his chance at
currying favor with a goddess like Debby, "No." He said, handing her
the rest of his meal.

It wasn't long before everyone else, including Melissa, decided that
they couldn't let Tom hog all the glory. "Debby do you want-" "I'm
not hung-" "Here have-" they spoke over each other in a great rush.

"You guys, I shouldn't. It will all go right to my chest." Debby said
with a laugh.

"Debby please" "It's not that mu-" "Please take my lu-"

"Okay, Okay. If it means that much to you guys." Debby said, allowing
more food to be pressed into her hands. At this rate she would have to
call her tailor and tell him to adjust the measurements on the bras she
had ordered. Again. She hadn't been kidding about where all that food
would go.

When she finished the last of the food, she started packing the trash back
into the two grocery bags to put back in her pack, but she didn't
get very far. Quick hands snatched all the trash from her and squired
it away in packs with many protests about how Debby shouldn't have to
carry the trash back. In the scramble, Debby didn't end up with any trash
to carry, but she was okay with that.

"Alright. Let's get going." Debby said, standing up and doing a few trunk
twisters to help her stomach settle. The motion set her breasts into
a motion that had every other member of the group so thoroughly
entranced that it took her a solid thirty seconds to snap them
out of it.

She was just about to lead them out of the cave when something in the
shadows at the back of the cave caught her eye. "Hold on guys. Does
this go deeper?" She asked, turning to walk towards the far wall instead
of out back the way they had came.

Like a gaggle of ducklings, they followed Debby until she reached a corner
of the wall that narrowed to a tiny point of darkness. She crouched down
and shone her light into the darkness. Her body blocked the view of
everyone else, so Debby was the only one to see the coppery glint deep
within the hold. Even if the others had been able to see, they probably
would have missed it. Debby had always had exceptionally good eyesight,
both in the dark and in the light. "I think there is something in there."
Debby said. "I don't think I can reach it. Who's the smallest here? Melissa,
get over here." She said.

The older girl crawled over to where Debby was crouching. There was no way
that Debby was getting through that gap. One of her breasts would fill the
opening completely. Melissa didn't think that she would be able to squeeze
her own slender body through. "See if you can get it." Debby said, pointing
her light down the tiny tunnel.

"O-ohkay." Melissa said quickly. To be honest, she didn't much like confined
spaces, but she wasn't about to disappoint Debby. She squirmed forwards with
her arms in front of her, rocking her hips to gain inch after painful inch.
She could see the glint in the murky darkness in front of her by the light
of her phone now, but it was still quite far away when she got stuck. "I-
I can't go any deeper." Melissa said.

"Hold on. I think I can make some room for you." Debby said. All of a sudden
the massive rock above Melissa shifted. Even as she shot forward through the
gap that had opened up, Melissa wondered at the other girl's strength. That
stone was so huge that there was no way she should have been able to lift it,
even as big as she was. Despite that, the van sized rock continued to shift
as Debby put the full strength of her thick legs into it. "I would hurry if
you can Melissa, this thing's a little heavy." Debby remarked, though she didn't
sound that strained.

Melissa moved as fast as she could to scramble forward until she could wrap
her hands around the glinting object and then begin the awkward journey back,
pushing herself with her hands to get out of the tunnel. When she was clear,
Debby set down the rock with a thud.

"Let's look at it in the sunlight." Debby said, leading them out towards
the front of the cave.

When they got back out onto the slopes, they assembled in a circle around
Melissa. She had just begun to brush the dust off, when there was a loud
bang and a cascade of dark black smoke poured out of the vessel. Several
people gasped and Kaylee gave a shriek of surprise.

It didn't take long for the smoke to form into a man, who said, "Greetings,
I am Duke Antonio, Djinn of the Lamp, much as it pains me to admit it."
Then after a moment where no one spoke he said, "My my, there's quite a lot
of you, isn't there? Alright then. You'll each get one wish."

"Don't we get three wishes?" Melissa asked, feeling even more in a daze than
she normally did around Debby.

"If one person finds me, then yes. With a group find, everyone gets one."
Antonio replied. He looked around the group until his eyes fell on Debby.
The sight of the tall girl had an obvious and visible effect on him. His
gaze wandered over her body, before being drawn to the darkness between
her creamy breasts like a fly caught in a spider's web. Antonio prided himself
on his ability to twist a wish against the wisher, and that is exactly
what he intended to do now, only looking at the woman in front of him
his resolve began to waver. His sharp mind was growing duller by the
second as the little motions of her ripe breasts took up more and more
of his attention. She crossed her arms under her bosom, forcing her chest
up and out, and that was all it took for him to decide that he was
going to make her wish a good one.

"So, umm, uuhh. So you'll go first then." He said, still staring at Debby's
chest. Really he should have given the first wish to the woman holding the
lamp, but this woman was obviously the leader.

"Hmm. Let me have some time to think. This seems important." Debby
said, shifting her weight onto one hip and giving Antonio a smile
that had him wanting to kneel at her feet.

"This is going to be one of those things where if I wish for something
big it turns out to be a curse isn't it? My life is already going pretty
well, so I think I'll just go with this: 'I wish I had an easier time
finding new clothes.'" Debby said.

That was all? The longer Antonio looked at this woman, the more convinced
he became that she should be ruler of the universe. The problem was
that she had chosen just the sort of modest wish that he normally
granted without cursing the wisher, instead of the grandiose I-want-it-all
sort of wish that he could have used to really make her a queen.

Nevertheless, Antonio decided he would do his best with what he had.
After all, he was quite good at twisting a wish to his own ends, and
this woman deserved to rule. "IT IS DONE" he spoke in a voice that
seemed to echo from the mountainside.

The part of Melissa that hated Debby had grown a lot stronger now that
there was a chance against her. Before Debby's utter dominance had been
so irresistible that Melissa couldn't fight it, but now turning the tables
was just one wish away. She fully intended to go up to the djinn and wish
to steal all of Debby's beauty from her, but instead she walked up to
the black-haired bombshell and said, "Hey Debby, I know you've been growing
a lot lately, so I thought you might need a new bra." before she felt
her body shift. Her breasts ballooned outward, and her legs rapidly shrank
into her torso. Her arms arched back in giant impossible loops that ended
at the small of her back, and her head folded in on itself hundreds of times
until a huge bra was fluttering down where Melissa had been standing just
a moment before. Cups large enough to totally envelop the head she had
previously possessed caught the air long enough that Debby could snatch
the bra before it hit the ground.

"Oh my god." Debby said, in shock. A part of her knew that she was the
one that did this to Melissa, but she also knew that Melissa had wanted
to turn into her new bra. Had wanted it more than anything. *Please
put me on!* Melissa's voice came in her head.

Debby chuckled, "Well I guess this does solve my problem. I can turn her
back right?" She asked Antonio.

"Of course you can." He said. In one of his normal curse-wishes, he wouldn't
have given her that ability, but this wish was all about making Debby
as powerful as possible.

"Can you wear me too?" John asked. Soon there was a chorus of "me too!"
It seemed that the prospect of being worn by Debby was more interesting
than the prospect of getting a wish granted.

"Okay, okay everyone. Just give me a second to think." Debby said.
After a moment, they all fluttered into Debby's arms. A moment
later she had them laid out on top of her pack and began stripping
down.

She pulled a pair of red panties which used to be John up her legs
and over her ripe ass. Melissa matched John perfectly, and managed
to do an admirable job holding up Debby's heavy assets. Kaylee
became a tight t-shirt exposing a few inches of her midriff
Andrew became a new pair of short-shorts. Bob and Larry
became a pair of hiking socks, while Tim and Tom became a pair of
hiking boots. She had been walking in her sneakers, as buying boots
every few months was too expensive, but now she felt more comfortable.

When Debby looked for Antonio and the lamp, she couldn't find them, so
she set off on the trail back.

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Back at home Debby greeted her mom as she headed out the door to
play tennis. She headed for the kitchen and started throwing things
together for her dinner. The fact that she was still wearing her
friends made her feel a little weird, but the clothes fit better than
anything she had worn in a long time and they just made her feel
really energized. She was distracted by the fact the she could faintly
feel the consciousnesses of each of her articles of clothing, so she
didn't put as much thought into the meal as she usually did, but it
still came out looking like something that people would pay $100 a
plate for. Of course, it was a lot bigger than one might expect at
a fancy restaurant, but given Debby's appetite that was only to be
expected.

Debby was hyper-aware of her clothes as she ate, feeling the way the
tight fabric pressed against her smooth skin. It seemed like her clothes
were even tighter now than they had been when she had first turned them
from human beings into scraps of fabric to stretch over her ripe body.
She knew it was because of their constant yearning to be closer to her.
*I wonder what it is like for them.* She thought. She knew that merely
being around her was enough to seriously effect most people, so what
would being wrapped around her perfectly formed feet or stretched across
her overwhelming bosom do to a person?

After she cleaned up her dishes, she went up to her room, glad that her
parents house had such high ceilings. She paused in front of her mirror,
and snapped a quick selfie in profile. The angle showed off just how
dramatic her curves were. She posted it with the caption "Just got
some new duds."

*I really should check to see how they are doing.* Debby thought.
After all, just cause she effortlessly dominated everyone around her
didn't mean she had to be mean about it.

With a thought, she was standing nude in the center of the room
while the others popped back into existence all around her.
"Hey guys, how you doing?" She asked.

"Please take me back." It was Bob who spoke first. "I don't know what
I did wrong, but I'll do anything to go back."

"Do you guys all feel-" Debby began, but she was cut off by a chorus
of "Me too!" "Please Debby-" "Can you please wear me ag-" "I'll be
anything you want."

"Well, okay. If you really insist, I guess I can wear you to bed."
The voluptuous amazon replied.

She was just about to spin them into clothes again when Tim and Tom
burst into the room, "Wait for us!" They called.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot you were down there. Sorry about that guys."
Debby said to the former pair of boots.

A second later the crowd was transformed into a pair of panties
and a stretchy sleep shirt. Debby hadn't realized that she could
weave multiple people into the same garment, but when she tried
it had been easy. She pulled the panties on and they shifted a
bit to form a perfect fit. She glanced at herself in the mirror
and decided that the sleep shirt needed a little work. It's U-neck
crept lower and the fabric tightened around her breasts until
it was positively pornographic. After struggling to find clothes
that fit for so long, Debby was happy to find a way out of her dilemma.

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Greg leaned up against the back of his pickup truck and took a sip
of the coffee which filled his thermos. He had made it earlier that
morning with his French press before packing it away for the days
work. He expected ten or twelve members of the Farrow volunteer fire
department to show up, plus a smattering of community members.
The land surrounding Farrow had a lot of forest, and he spent one out
of every two or three weekends during the summer leading teams
of volunteers in cutting back the new growth along the edges of a
large system of fire breaks. Today, they were going to start work
on a new firebreak. With all the fires burning in northern California,
Greg was getting nervous. The whole damn state smelled like a camp
fire. He wanted to keep things easy for the smoke jumpers if it ever
came to that.

The other members of the fire department showed up one at a time,
stepping out of the cabs of a growing circle of pickup trucks and
SUVs. Mark's Prius looked just as out of place as it always did,
but no one had commented on that in a long time. Each of them had
brought several chain saws with them, and they started making
sure that the community volunteers knew how to use them. From
experience, Greg knew that most of the volunteers would be the
sorts of people who already knew how to fell a tree, but there
were always a few who were new to it all. He would pair those
people up with a more experienced partner.

The trickle of community volunteers became a flood, and Greg
wondered what had gotten them all to come out. A much higher
proportion than usual were of the inexperienced variety, which
led him to believe that someone had been advertising. He could
always use more help with cleaning up the fallen trunks
and clearing brush, so he didn't mind. Still, if it kept going
at this rate he might not have enough experienced people and
tools to make use of this unexpected outpouring of extra
help.

When a red SUV pulled up and the biggest woman that Greg had
ever seen got out, he understood what was going on. Of course
Greg had heard of Debby Cantor. It was hard not to living in
Farrow. He even knew what she looked like from the times he
had looked at her instagram page. He'd spent more time than
he would care to admit looking at the mouthwatering pictures
she posted of herself. None of that had prepared him for the real
deal.

Debby wore solid hiking boots, but that was about the only thing
sensible about her outfit for the kind of work they were going
to be doing. Her long legs were completely bare except for a
pair of daisy dukes so tiny and tight that Greg thought they
wouldn't have been visible if it weren't for the fact that
her shirt was every bit as tiny. The thin button down plaid
could never have fit over those breasts normally, so instead
she had tied it beneath them. 3 inches of black lace peeked
out from beneath the shirt, but even with the massive bra providing
additional covering, Debby's perfect breasts were displaying more
cleavage than Greg had ever thought could exist in one place.

The way she walked over to him was overwhelming. Her long legs
swung back and forth rhythmically, the muscle under her thighs
shifting with a restrained power. Each step sent a bounce through
her impossibly perky breasts that never fully died out. Her broad
hips swayed in a way that had Greg wondering if there had ever been
a woman more alluring than the giant girl coming towards him. He
was immensely proud of himself when he managed to drag his gaze
higher than those breasts to look up into her eyes. The huge green
orbs seemed to smash right into him, and he wasn't aware of time
passing again until Debby spoke to him.

"So are you in charge here?" She asked in a voice that couldn't help but
sound sultry.

"N-No. You are." He managed to stammer up at her.

"Aww. Thanks!" She smiled down at him. "I'll tell you what. Even though I'm
in charge, I'm delegating completely to you today." Debby had gotten used
to this sort of thing happening. She found it was better to just go with
the flow and accept the roll that people kept trying to give her.

"If you want to run things for me, you're gonna have to stop staring for
a little bit." She said, with a giggle.

"S-sorry." Greg said, going beet red. He had to focus in order to do what
Debby said. It was hard with her standing right there, but he put his whole
will into it.

He cleared his throat a few times and turned away to begin directing the
work party. "Ok, could I have all the inexperienced people over here."
He said, preparing to deliver his safety lecture.

No one moved.

Debby sighed, "It's ok. Do what he says." She said, giving everyone a reassuring
smile. As soon as she finished speaking, they all rushed to gather around Greg.

Greg felt a little confidence return. Debby seemed really nice, which
made her overwhelming perfection easier to deal with. He launched into
his explanation of the techniques and tools they would be using. When
he got halfway through the part about proper attire he paused, and looked
at Debby. The second half of his sentence devolved into stammering.

"It's ok. I probably could use some better clothes." Debby said. She had
re-configured her former classmates into a pair of sensible jeans and a
good long sleeve shirt before she headed out, but they had shrunk down
into her current outfit by the time she arrived. Lately, it seemed that
they had a hard time forming clothes that fully covered her, instead
just providing enough fabric to make a pair of panties and a bra, or
something not much bigger. Whenever she started to turn them into their
old selves so that they could recover, she detected such a spike of fear
and pain from them that she couldn't bring herself to do it. Being
wrapped around Debby's heavy breasts and ripe ass was just so pleasurable
that they couldn't bear to be anywhere else.

Leroy Fitz had overheard that Debby was going to be going to this volunteer
firebreak cutting at the GameStop where he worked. As always, Debby's
activities were the talk of the town, so it wasn't that surprising
that he had overheard two mothers talking about how amazingly altruistic
she was go volunteer like that. Like many of the other people here,
he had resolved to go so that he might get to spend some time near Debby.
He had been obsessed with her since the day he dropped his younger brother
off at Farrow High two years ago. She had been walking past towering over
a gaggle of other field hockey players, her breasts straining her uniform
top to bursting. Now, standing next to her, he saw an opportunity.

"C-can I help you?" He asked.

"Sure." Debby said. She wasn't sure how everyone who met her knew that they
could become her clothes, but for some reason they did. Already, a few times
since she had found the djinn, people had approached her asking to become part
of her wardrobe.

Leroy was the first of a flood. The other volunteers streamed towards her,
where they got spun into the fabric of her shirt and shorts. Slowly but surely,
the garments crept out to cover her body. They grew grudgingly, sticking as
close to the skin as they could. After ten people, Debby stood there in a
pair of jeans that looked like she had been poured into them, and a button
down shirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. She could have stopped
there, but there were still dozens of people who desperately wanted their
turn. Trying to find places for them, Debby spun them into her bra, letting
it grow beneath her shirt to fully cover her breasts. She let her thong
turn into a pair of boy shorts. Still, there were more people, so she spun
them into her jeans until the denim was thick enough to stand up on its own.
Her shirt turned from thin cotton to thick canvass, and grew looser so that
it didn't hug her body quite so tightly.

When she stopped, it was just her and the fire department. All the other
volunteers were fibers woven around each other, clinging to her body.
The fire department members looked dejected at not being allowed to join
them, but Debby did want to get some work done, and she couldn't let everyone
become part of her clothing.

"Uhhh. Do you want a chainsaw?" Greg asked.

"Nah, I brought my own tools." Debby said, walking back to her SUV. Greg
was nearly so distracted by her ass that he didn't notice the size of the
ax she took out of her trunk. The double bladed head was broader than his
shoulders. It looked like a battle ax out of some manga, not something someone
would use to cut down trees. Debby hefted it easily and placed the haft
diagonally across her back where her shirt reformed around it.

Greg spent the rest of the day watching in awe as Debby mowed down trees
with that ridicules ax. In the time it took him to fell one tree, she
had usually cut down ten, taking two or three swings to fell the largest
of the trees. Before long, the regular fire department just set to work
cleaning the trees that Debby had cut down.

Debby smiled as her ax cut clean through another tree. She stepped nimbly
out of the way and started making her way to the next one. She had always
been strong. The week after she had started college she had beaten three
football players at once in an arm wrestling match, and it hadn't felt
like work. She dominated the physical world just as easily and effortlessly
as she dominated the minds of everyone around her. Still, this was
extraordinary even for her. Since she had started wearing people she
had been feeling more energetic, faster, much stronger, even smarter.
She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but like so many other things
in Debby's life, she wasn't going to complain about it.

At the end of the day Greg followed Debby back to the pull out where
the cars were parked. She whistled as she walked with the giant ax slung
over her shoulder. They had made it four times further than Greg's most
optimistic projections.

"So, same time tomorrow?" Debby asked as she put her sap-stained ax back in
her trunk. "I may see if anyone else wants to volunteer. These clothes are
getting a little small." She said, referring to the fact that her jeans
had turned back into shorts, and her midriff was showing again. She wasn't
as skimpily dressed as she had been in the morning, but things were clearly
headed in that direction.

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Henry stood in line with the rest of the huge throng of people who
had come to the studio today. He had been there for five hours
already, but he felt more excited than tired. The group in front of
him had just been let in, which meant that his turn was coming up
soon. In another half an hour, he would get to see Debby Cantor
in the flesh. He was sure it would be the best thing that ever happened
to him.

Like many people, Henry spent most of his free time consuming Debby
related content. He watched "Amazon Princess: Homecoming" at least once
a month. He spent hours gazing in amazement at missmassive.com, the
website where she posted photos and videos of herself along with
long form blog posts and pictures of her steel sculpture. Of course,
most of the time he spent on the site he was getting hypnotized by
her body, but whenever he ventured over onto her blog he was amazed
by how she could explain a complex topic in such a simple way that
even someone like him could understand it.

It took a special kind of empathy for someone as smart as Debby
Cantor obviously was to be able to explain the diverse array of
topics she covered in such a clear and direct way. His favorite
video on her site was the one where she constructed "Water Dancer"
in the surf of Venice Beach. She bent the wrist-thick iron rods
she was using to construct it into place as easily as Henry would
have bent pipe cleaners. The famous sculpture gradually took on
its iconic delicate looking shape as the waves splashed around
Debby, soaking her bikini and drawing joyful laughter from her
throat.

Now he was here, on the set of "Amazon Princess: Conquest", where
Debby was shooting her second movie. After the first one had done
so well, she had bought the rights to the script back from
Disney and decided to produce it herself. It was amazing that
a 21 year old could produce, direct, and star in her own film,
but next to Debby's other accomplishments it seemed almost mundane.
Her logistical competence, great as it was, certainly paled in
comparison to her acting ability. When she gave the speech about
taking back the Partia, Princess Quinn's homeland, in "Homecoming",
Henry found himself looking around for a weapon so that he could
join the cause even after he had seen the film so many times.

"Next group!" A thickset man in a tight black polo shirt called.

It was time! Henry surged forward with the rest, shoving his
way towards the door. The people in front of him started
dropping to their knees, gazing forward in awe. Debby Cantor
towered over everyone around her, but even if she hadn't
her beauty would have completely overwhelmed the crowd of
her fans. She wore a skirt that would have reached most
girl's knees, but failed to fully cover her massive
ass. Perfect tear-dropped shaped breasts 2 feet in diameter
filled a t-shirt Henry would have been swimming in to bursting.
As she walked towards them, her chest jiggled and wobbled
in a way that had Henry on the verge of orgasm almost immediately.

"Hey guys!" Debby spoke in a voice that pushed Henry and most
of the others right over the edge, "I'm sooo glad you wanted
to be part of my costume for this next scene. You're really
going to help us make Conquest a great film." She said brightly.

In the two years since she had found the djinn, Debby's go-with-the-flow
attitude had taken her on a wild ride. Every time she added someone to her
wardrobe, their essence transfered to her. She had gone from accidentally
dominating a small group of people around her to accidentally dominating
the world without really noticing it. Sometimes she felt a little guilty,
but she could feel how happy the people clinging to her body were. Besides,
her figure had gotten even harder to cloth by conventional means. At 8'8"
she was the tallest woman to have ever lived, and would soon be the tallest
person. Her growing breasts and massive ass were just as record breaking. But
not even her body could compare to the size of the obsession that the world
had developed about her.

Many of the fans were unable to move due to orgasm, so Debby waited for a
bit before then started running towards her. As they reached her she
absentmindedly spun them into a gorgeous red gown. Most of them had
been hoping to become part of her iconic armor, but when they saw the
way the clingy fabric of her gown got to hug her curves, they were
even happier. Dozens of them flowed down around her feet to form 8
inch tall red platform heels. Even given her height, they were quite
high, but Debby could have walked a tight rope in them as easily
as most people walk across the room.

She walked back towards the set, her legs flashing through the long
slit down the side of her dress, and her chest bouncing with every
footfall. Every time it bounced, she could feel the strain it placed
on the thousands of people which made up her bra and the bust of her
dress. They rejoiced at the pressure put on them by her massive breasts,
even when it seemed inevitable that they would burst under the weight
of her. Of course they never did burst. Even as little cotton fibers,
it was so important to them that they avoid disappointing Debby
that they would have gone through anything (except perhaps being
removed from Debby's wardrobe).

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"Congratulations on being selected to become part of Empress Cantor's
outfit for the day!" Alison, the imperial tailor, began the same speech
she gave every morning. "You will all get a chance to be worn by the
Empress, so please refrain from pushing or shoving. Remain in the same
line that you are standing in now." The people she was addressing stood
in a giant line stretching back to the end of the huge open room. It
folded back on itself through a series of fences to make use of every
square inch of space.


Debby yawned and stretched luxuriously in her huge 12 foot by 6 foot
bed, enjoying the way the smooth sheets felt against her skin. Her
bed had to be huge to fit her continually expanding frame. At 24 years
old, she now stood 10'8" tall in her bare feet, and there was no sign
that her growth was slowing down. She sat up, causing the sheets to
slide down and pool in her lap, and expose an expanse of pale bosom
that had literally conquered nations. She peeled back the sheets and
swung her legs over the side of the bed. Each one of her legs was
over 300 pounds of muscle taller than the average man, and possessed enough
strength to kick a dump truck into orbit (assuming it was made out of
the hyper-tough perma-steel alloy that she had designed). She wore
nothing but a pair of panties made from millions of souls all woven
together as she walked over to the giant glass windows which overlooked
the churning surf beneath the cliffs on which her Autumn palace perched.

*I guess it's time to get dressed for the day.* It had been hard for
Debby to admit to herself that this was her favorite part of the day.
A part of her felt guilty about sucking the life out of tens of thousands
each morning as she robed herself for the day, but they did so desperately
want it. It took 1000 people to form just one of the cups that covered
her 3 foot diameter breasts. When you factor in the heavy duty straps
which held it up, her bra alone sucked up over 3000 souls each day.

She walked to the massive set of double doors which separated her
bedroom from the rest of the palace, and pulled them open. It took
a team of 10 men to open the heavy doors for her cleaning staff,
but Debby did it without really noticing the weight. On the other side
was a line which stretched far outside of her palace. The people in
line sat on a conveyor belt because there was no way they could run
or walk towards Debby fast enough to satisfy her. Instead they were flung
towards her, and as they came she began to spin.

Slowly, a sky blue lacy bra formed around her bosom, pulling tight
against her pale skin. She pulled her thick black hair out of the
way so that it would not get woven into the bra as it was forming.
Debby could feel the people who were stretched across her chest
rejoicing at their new position in life, even as their essence
got sucked into her greedy breasts. By the end of the day they would
be nearly drained, and she would be even stronger and smarter.

When she finished with the bra, a pair of tight low rise jeans began
forming around her legs. The fibers clung to her skin as tightly
as they could. The contrast between her pale skin and the blue of
the jeans made her ass seem even larger compared to her waist.
She glanced in the mirror and turned from side to side, making
a few minor adjustments until she was happy with the result.

The conveyor belt hurtled onwards, flinging people into the air
where they could be spun into a red crop top with a keyhole
big enough to drive through. Debby used to tell herself she
formed such skimpy clothing to avoid consuming too many people,
which was true to an extent, but really she just liked to look hot.
Examining herself in the mirror once more, she decided that she
had once again hit the mark.

There were still more people on the belt, so Debby held out
her feet one at a time and let them form a pair of 8" heels.
When she walked out of her room, the heels put an extra sway
in her hips that would have had any onlookers begging to
join the lucky people who now formed her shoes.

Alison watched as her mistress walked past. The imperial tailor
silently seethed with jealousy at the lottery winners who she
had just led to Debby's bedroom. She entered the lottery every
day, like 95% of the world's population who were eligible, and
every day she was not one of the lucky ones. Debby had promised
her that if she ever won, she would be allowed to take her place
with the others. After all, it would be easy to get another tailor
to manage the empress's wardrobe.

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Debby adjusted the pink sports bra and spandex shorts she wore. It took
over 10000 people to form the bra which stretched over her 5 foot diameter
breasts, and nearly as many to form the shorts. Every month, it took more
people to cover her body. She would have been worried about the drain on
the world's population, but people all around the world were reproducing
faster than ever before in order to make sure that their goddess always
had enough clothes to wear.

She set off at a slow warmup running pace, causing a sonic boom in her
wake and churning up a huge cloud of dust as her feet pounded into the
ground with all her her multi-ton weight behind them. If she was normal
sized, she would have been outracing a bullet train, but her 25 foot frame
meant she was going many times faster than that.

The truth was, that Debby was getting a little bored. All international
conflict had long since disappeared as the world eagerly submitted to
Debby's obvious superiority. The last time someone had gotten sick was
just after her 26th birthday, before her ultimate cure had been fully
distributed. In the 6 years since then, there hadn't been a single death
due to famine or drought because of Debby's leadership. People all over
the world were more prosperous and happier than they ever had been before.
Debby had been solving problems faster than they could crop up ever since
she assumed power. Now, as people were worshiping her as a goddess in temples
that were being built all over the world, she had run out of ways to bless them.
She could make her police robots stronger, and more deadly, but it was totally
unnecessary. The robots, shaped like mini versions of herself, were never
disobeyed or disrespected in any way. They hadn't used their considerable
armament since they were first deployed. She could give her people more
sophisticated electronic gadgets, but they had already taken her teachings
about living in harmony with the world around them so well to heart that
it wouldn't have made them any happier. They would get more satisfaction
from creating technology themselves. Debby knew that living in a world
that included someone as perfect as herself could made it hard for some people
to feel actualized, so she deliberately avoided certain pursuits in public to
avoid demonstrating just how much better at them she was. Her's was an
increasingly isolated experience. As exhilarating as it was to wake up every
day smarter, stronger, faster, and bigger, Debby found herself wishing more
and more that her growth had stopped in college.

Her morning run wound its way through much of the former United States before
she found herself slowing to a walk in the mountains near Farrow, California.
The earth shook under the footfalls of the black haired giantess, though not
as much as it would have if she had not turned her will against the vibrations.
When she turned thirty, she had figured out how to control the world around
her with her will. It was convenient because she was getting big enough that
it was harder and harder for her to use tools to manipulate the tiny world
around her. Learning to master the ability had been a fun diversion, but
she could now shift the moon in its orbit with a thought and hold a single
electron in place amidst a plasma storm, so getting stronger was no longer
all that interesting.

She realized she was walking back to the cave where she and her friends
had found the djinn all those years ago. When she reached it, the side of
the mountain peeled away, cracking and breaking under her will. She walked
forward into the cave, allowing the broken stones of the mountainside to
form a loose dome around her. She wasn't expecting to find anything, but
when she looked towards the spot where they had found the lamp her
telescopic eyes picked up a familiar glint. With a thought the lamp
floated towards her.

The neckline of her sports bra unraveled, revealing enough creamy cleavage
to carry a fully grown man, and re-formed into a gold chain which looped itself
through the handle of the lamp. Debby smiled, and reached out to pull the
newly formed necklace over her head. She was expecting the djinn to have
moved on, but when the lamp settled between the warm flesh of her breasts,
it flowed out in a cloud of smoke.

"Greetings, I am Duke Antonio, Djinn of--", the djinn began before trailing
off. He floated in the air in front of her face, staring at her massive
green eyes in awe.

"Hello Antonio." Debby said in a voice that left no doubt as to why the world
considered her a goddess.

"Forgive me, Mistress, but I cannot grant you another wish. I've already
granted you a wish."

"Oh, that's ok." Debby said with a smile. "All I really need right now is a
bigger bra." As she spoke, Antonio was sucked down into the pink fabric of
Debby's immense sports bra. She ran her hands over the smooth fabric, pressing
her breasts together. She could already feel his power draining into her.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Before she had been sucking
up the essence of humans, but the djinn was something much more. Power such
as his was not meant to walk the earth freely, and yet now it was being greedily
sucked into Debby's perfect breasts.

She could feel all sorts of things she hadn't been able to before. The world
she knew was such a tiny corner of reality, and she realized that she wanted
to explore the rest of the multiverse. She reached out and tore open a doorway
in the fabric of reality before skipping through.

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When Lady Marin's entourage arrived at the gates of the Winter Palace, the
grass grew visibly greener, and the aurora trees which lined the three mile
promenade between the front gate and the palace steps emitted massive streamers
of green and red light, though they would not be in season for another 10
mortal years. The 50 horsemen of her guard were smartly attired and put on
such a show of precision that an onlooker might have been forgiven for
assuming that the young goddess had replaced her retainers with automata.
Of course, as a noble among the gods, Marin would never forgo her divine
retainers. Indeed, each of the guardsmen and servants with her were gods
in their own right. The smart uniformity of their clothing stood in stark
contrast to the variance of their bodies. At the head of the column rode
a massive bearded giant of a man, and right beside him a woman with
two heads. Her coachman, Xixfineez, had six arms which held the reigns to
a team of 30 midnight black stallions. The god of spiders was one of the
few who could manage such a large team of nightmares, and he did so with
consummate skill.

Her coach pulled to a stop at the base of a set of marble stairs which
seemed to have no top. The steps had been constructed by a team of artisan
gods from all manner of worlds, and they would rise to infinity for anyone
who Lord Presence had no wish to see. Today, Lord Presence himself stood
at the base of the steps along with his brother Lord Midnight, and a hundred
lessor gods arrayed in court dress. Xixfineez stepped down from his seat
and opened the doors his mistress's coach.

Lord Presence had heard tales of the beauty of Lady Marin, but he was still
floored when she stepped down from the carriage. Black hair framed the face
of an empress, and the green eyes which shone out at the crowd seemed to
cut straight into the souls of each of the divine beings assembled there.
In the picture of Lady Marin Lord Presence had, she was a tall blond woman
with a severe sort of beauty, so the sensuality of the woman before him
came as a shock. She walked forward and with each footfall her heavy breasts
bounced beneath the clingy green velvet of her dress. The dress's deep
V neck exposed more than enough cleavage to engulf a mortal, and Lord
Presence felt his gaze getting trapped by the dark shadows between her
pale breasts. It was like his world was narrowing to contain nothing
but him and that divine cleavage. An urge to obey and submit to whoever
owned such perfect breasts rose up within him, and quickly reached an
irresistible crescendo.

Lord Presence realized that Lady Marin had been standing in front of him
for several seconds. He cleared his throat, and dragged his gaze up to
meet her piercing green eyes. "L-lady Marin. Welcome to the Winter Palace.
It is good to meet you after so long."

"Charmed." She purred, and extended one green-gloved hand for him to kiss.
After he did so, she purred, "Won't you show me to my room?"

It was a task for a servant, but Lord Presence was glad to be given any
excuse to spend time with the voluptuous Lady Marin, even if she didn't
look much like the Lady Marin he had been expecting. "It's right this
way." He said, before turning to lead her up the endless stairs. Because
Lord Presence willed it, they reached the top of the stairs in a matter
of moments. He lead her onward through a series of halls and towers, and
as they walked the servants that they passed paused to bow or curtsy.
It wasn't usual for this to happen as Lord Presence walked, but it was
unusual for the deference to be directed a few paces behind him.
If Lord Presence had not seen Lady Marin's dominating figure himself,
he might have been annoyed by it. Instead, what he found most frustrating
was the fact that he could not turn and look upon her divine form while
he walked in front of her to lead her to her room. Instead, he had to content
himself with listening to the click of her heels. Each time the sound rang
out, Lord Presence imagined a wave of energy and authority flooding outward
from the woman behind him.

When they finally arrived, Lord Presence turned around and was finally able
to look upon Lady Marin once more. If possible, she looked even more beautiful
than before. The motion of walking into the room caused her heavy breasts
bounce in a rhythm that effortlessly dominated the mind of the King of the
Gods. With each step, the pale flesh of her chest dipped and then jumped
back up into place, and it was like a battering ram was hammering down
Lord Presence's will. Anyone who possessed such perfect breasts deserved
to possess everything else in the world, he realized.

"Lady Marin." He said, sinking to his knees. "I abdicate my throne in favor
of you." He said, sinking to his knees.

"Actually, I have a confession to make." Lady Marin said. "I'm not actually
Lady Marin." She closed the door behind her, "You see, I ran into her on the
road, and the poor dear just insisted on submitting completely to me once
she saw me." She looked down at the King of the Gods, "Kind of like you're
doing now. Anyway, to make a long story short, I thought it might be fun to
see what life is like for a divine Lady, so I took her place." She paused,
"Though, I supposed she is here, in a way." She ran her hands gently
over her massive bosom.

Lord Presence realized that the real Lady Marin must be stretched
over this usurper's perfect breasts. "W-what is your name, my Queen?"
He asked.

"Oh, I'm Debby." She replied with a smile.

"M-May I?" He asked.

Of course Debby knew what he meant. He wanted what everyone wanted
as soon as they saw her. She almost spun him into her bra right then,
but Lord Presence was something special. She wanted to savor him.
Debby concentrated for a moment, and then Lady Marin and
the millions of other souls which made up her bra were sucked fully
into her body. A rush of energy filled her as her breasts digested
the energy and distributed it to the rest of her. So many of them
had been hanging on for so long as mere shadows of shadows. Debby
had resisted fully absorbing anyone for a long time, but she had to
acknowledge that there wasn't much left of them after she got done
with them. Her dress soon went the way of her bra, and then she was
standing there in nothing but her panties and heels.

Lord Presence folded in on himself, and a moment later, Debby
was walking over to the full length mirror in the corner of the
room holding a new red satin bra. He fit perfectly, of course,
helping her form a line of cleavage every bit as mouthwatering
as it had been before. Already, she could feel his power leaking
into her overwhelming breasts.

When Debby strode out into the palace clad in nothing but her
underwear, she didn't have to wait long before a long golden
gown began to form around her. It shimmered and glowed with her
every moment, spun from the very flesh of the gods as it was.
She made right for the throne room, plucking its location from
the mind of the man who was now helplessly stretched across her
chest.

When she got to the throne room, Debby was greeted by a massive
crowd of gods and goddesses. Without pausing, she walked right
to the huge throne. The crowd melted away in front of her. They
didn't part, as an ordinary crowd might have, but instead flew
towards her in looping golden streaks that became part of her
gown. When she sat down on the throne, less than a quarter of
the original group remained.

Debby leaned back into the throne, enjoying the way her powerful
body deformed it to fit, and prepared for her eternal reign.
The moment her divine ass touched the throne, she felt her
power flow into it, getting amplified and broadcast throughout
the universe. In an instant, every being in the universe saw
an image of the new goddess.

Her black hair tumbled down around her shoulders in a gleaming
cascade. Her eyes bored into reality, demanding obedience.
The red of her lips alone would have made anyone bow down
in worship. The whole scene seemed to revolve around the
power filling the bodice of her gown to bursting. There was
a new center of the universe, and the old king of the gods
was stretched across it like so much flimsy fabric.

The funny thing was, Debby thought as she extended her will
out to envelope everything that was, she had never sought to
dominate much of anything. It was just an inevitable result of
her perfection.
