The Object of my Desire (story) (mini-GTS, GTS, BBW, 18+)

[Eelskin]

14

My mind raced. I ran through a dozen scenarios in my mind to imagine how we could possibly get out of this situation without destroying anything. Well, anything more. The bigger she gets, the more potential for destruction there is. What if she gets big enough to damage the street? What if she gets big enough to collapse a building? She couldn?t get that big, could she? I remembered that just half an hour prior, I would never have believed that she could be anywhere near as big as she was presently, and shuddered and I reminded myself that I had no idea what the limit of the bracelet?s power was- or if there was any limit at all.

Veronica was still headed south, thankfully, but as she grew, she seemed to be more and more distracted. She was gazing around in every direction and not looking where she was going. I leaned in to her ear. ?Veronica,? I began.

She turned her head and grinned at me, and I completely lost my train of thought. The immensity of her face filled my vision. She didn?t seem to mind, though, that I suddenly had nothing to say. She just bit her lip and looked down at me in a euphoric haze, feeling my arousal, whether I wanted her to or not.

I heard a horrible groaning sound of twisting metal from below, and, jerked out of my reverie, looked down. Veronica had nearly stepped on a car- that is, she had brought her foot down against the driver?s side, smashing in the door and snapping off the side view mirror. The alarm began ringing its shrill whine. ?Oops,? she laughed. ?Oh no! I?m sorry!? She bent down to get a closer look at it, forgetting completely that I was perched on her shoulder without a seatbelt.

I panicked. ?Veronica stop, stop, stop!? I yelled and clutched even more tightly to the hairs I was holding onto. They were like thin ropes, but I had no idea if they would support my body weight. It didn?t matter, because I was pitched over her shoulder and suddenly found myself falling down from high enough to kill me if I landed poorly. My body jerked as her hair went taut and I swung wildly, kicking frantically, trying to get a decent hold on it. But she was moving as well, and it was impossible for me to keep a good grip.

Upon hearing me yell, she jerked back up, which yanked me forward against her. I bounced off of her shoulder and swung around behind her, screaming in terror. ?Fuck! David?? she called, trying to find me. She turned her head, swinging me even more violently around her back, and when I swung back toward her shoulder I tried to grab onto it, but she was still turning around frantically, trying to catch me.

In her panic, she stepped on the car again, fully in the centre of the hood this time. The windows exploded outward and the alarm was silenced as she completely crushed the engine with her foot. I barely noticed this, as when she stepped on the car unexpectedly, it caused her to lose her balance and she fell backwards, across the street.

I barely realised what was happening; at first I thought that I had pulled her hairs out of her scalp and that I was falling to my death. I reflexively clutched them and closed me eyes, and was surprised when they suddenly went taut again as I heard the loudest CRASH I had ever heard, followed by Veronica yelling ?Ouch!? I was still hanging on to her hair, my knees tucked into my chest, eyes squeezed tight. Her hairs were pulled to one side again and I went with them, and suddenly I could feel something soft under my feet. I relaxed a bit and collapsed into her hand.

?David,? said Veronica. ?David, are you okay? Oh please, David, look at me.? I opened my eyes and looked around wildly to see her face less than a metre away from me. I tried to speak but I was hyperventilating and couldn?t get any words out. She seemed slightly comforted by the fact that I could open my eyes look at her, at least.

I turned my head to see that I was being held in both of her hands, resting against her breasts. I was lying on my back across her eight fingers, secure- for now. I also realised that I was still holding her hair, my knuckles white with the strain. I let them go and slowly flexed my fingers, feeling pins and needles as the blood flowed through them again. My breathing slowed and I took beep breaths through my nose. I looked up to see Veronica?s giant face above me, putting some distance between us, now that I wasn?t hanging on to her hair anymore. I took a glance around to see that she was sitting down on the ground, her back leaning against a building. I could see people looking incredulously out of the windows from behind her. Her legs stretched across the four-lane street.

?Are you okay, David?? she asked again. I propped myself up against her fingers and nodded, still wondering what to do.

?Oh, David, I?m so sorry! Oh my god, I can?t believe that almost happened! Are you sure you?re okay??

I felt her skin move, and it took me a moment to realise that she wasn?t shifting the position of her fingers, but that she was still growing and it was causing her skin to rub against my own. I was suddenly reminded that we were still in the middle of a city. I looked back up at her. ?Veronica, I?m fine. But we need to keep going.?

?Let?s sit here for a minute. I want to make sure you?re alright. David, you don?t know how much you-?

I interrupted her. The absurdity of it hit me only afterwards, but I actually interrupted my building-sized girlfriend while she was talking to me.

?No, Veronica. We need to keep moving. You?re still getting bigger.?

She looked down at me, then looked around at her surroundings, then back at me and nodded. ?Okay.? She slowly, gently, set me down on the sidewalk and stood up.

She placed her right hand on the sidewalk in front of me and propped herself up, and I was shocked to see that when her fingers were outstretched, her hand was almost as big as my entire body. She placed her left hand in the middle of the street and her face rose high above me as she placed her legs underneath herself. Her breasts hung down well over my head and she took a few seconds to rise to her full height. I came halfway up her shin- at the most.

As she stood, my eyes wandered to the space where she had landed. There was a pile of rubble where her bum had been, a crushed pile of flattened metal and shattered glass that had been a car. The car behind it had been damaged as well, the hood having been caved in, but the car that had taken her full weight was no longer a machine. It was scrap metal.

I looked back up to see her facing away from me, and there were bits and pieces of debris stuck to her skin. I could see what was probably a rear view mirror pasted to one of her cheeks, held in place by her sweat and the heat. She turned around to face me, crouched down and placed her hands on the street in front of me, smiling kindly. I really didn?t want to step in them? but what else was I supposed to do?

I got in and she lifted me up. She linked her fingers and held them to her chest to make a cup for me. I held on to a few stands of her hair anyway, to be safe.

As we continued down the street, I thought to myself about times I had been drunk. I occasionally did something stupid or dangerous after having had too much to drink. My memory flashed back to a moment years ago when I had walked into the middle of the street outside a bar and nearly been hit by a bus. I remembered the fear and shame of the situation, as well as the relief that came with not having been hurt or having caused anyone else to be hurt. It sobered me up every time, without exception. But this isn?t the same? is it? I thought. I had no idea what Veronica was feeling. Whatever it was, it obviously felt great, but it wasn?t drunkenness from alcohol. Feeling someone else?s emotions was probably something no human had ever felt before. Would she react the same way?

I looked up at her, at the underside of her chin. She was looking at her feet, stepping with care. As the street became narrower and narrower from her perspective, she had to pay more attention to where she was walking, and she seemed to be really doing it.

I lay my head against her chest and thought that maybe that near-death experience was a good thing. Anything to make her understand how important it was to get out of the city. I just hoped that this self-awareness would last for a few minutes more, or as long as it would take to get to the lake.

To my right was her wrist with the bracelet. It was the only thing that was growing along with her; all of her clothes were long since destroyed. Sitting here, so close to it, I noticed that it looked somehow different. It was difficult to identify exactly what it was, but after having studied it for a few moments, I realised that it was glowing. We were outside in the middle of the afternoon, so it wasn?t obvious, but it was most certainly emitting a faint light. It had never done that before; I was sure of it. I shifted over to try and get closer to it, and kneeled down on her palm to try to crawl to her wrist without having to stand up. I reached forward to touch it, and as my hand approached, I felt a wave of heat extend from it. I pulled my hand back. I wasn?t hurt, but that was so unexpected that I didn?t know what to make of it. Veronica doesn?t seem hurt by it, I reasoned. Her skin doesn?t look burned. I reached forward again, through the aura of heat that surrounded it, and placed my hand on it.

I gasped in pain as the bracelet burned the skin on my fingers. Jerking back my arm, I put my fingertips in my mouth and fell backwards into Veronica?s cupped hands. I pulled them out and looked at them, and saw that they were bright red and slightly misshapen. If that thing is hot enough to blister my fingertips after just a moment, I thought, then why doesn?t Veronica seem to feel it? I looked back up and saw that she was still concentrating on where she was stepping. Good, I thought. That?s the most important thing right now.

Looking forward, I saw that we were approaching the limits of downtown. We were once again beginning to walk by buildings that were taller than Veronica was. I leaned my head over her fingers and looked down, then immediately had to withdraw my head at the wave of dizziness that passed over me. I could not grasp the height that we were at; it was too high for me to look straight down without passing out. I decided to look ahead and pick a building on the next block, and counted the windows from the ground up to my level. I counted five. I am five floors above ground level. My girlfriend is five storeys tall. That means? I paused as I remembered that I had to look up to see her face. No. I?m five floors above ground level, which means that she is probably closer to six storeys tall.

Looking up past her face, I saw something in the sky for half a moment before it vanished behind her forehead. Without consciously understanding what it was, I felt a deep tremor of renewed horror. Then I heard it, and I understood fully what was in the sky. Veronica didn?t seem to understand, or else she hadn?t noticed it, or maybe just didn?t care. But I suddenly began to question whether we?d be able to get through downtown at all once the news helicopters began broadcasting Veronica?s image across the world.

[Eelskin]

15

Veronica peered into the windows of the buildings as we passed by them. She smiled down at me and placed me back on her shoulder to free up her hands, then she cupped them over her eyes to block out the sunlight so she could see through the glass. She laughed and smiled at the office workers inside, sticking out her tongue and taunting them. She moved from building to building, enjoying herself more with every new audience. I couldn?t see inside any of them, as the bright sunshine made all of the windows into mirrors, but I could imagine what Veronica was seeing. It was probably very similar to what we had been seeing for the past hour, except with more neckties. She began to tap her fingers against the window in front of her while she looked in, and the force of her fingernails against the glass shattered it on the first blow. She gasped and leaned in closer to take a look inside. ?I?m sorry! Is anyone hurt??

After a few moments of inarticulate yelling, I could hear someone yell back, ?Um? no?? at which Veronica grinned. ?Oh good,? she replied nonchalantly, and moved on the next building.

As she pressed her face to one window, I could see the wall in front of me slowly descending relative to my own position. Veronica had to bend down slightly in order to continue looking in through the same window, and I began to slip forward again. I grabbed on to her hairs once again and called out.

?Veronica! Stop leaning! I?m going to fall again!?

She instantly straightened up and took a step backward, away from the building, though she moved much more slowly than I was used to. All of her movements were now slower than usual, at maybe three-quarters of her usual speed, from her footsteps to her speech. This was a blessing; it made it much easier to keep from falling. As she straightened herself, I rose higher up until I could look easily into the sixth floor windows of the building in front of me. She looked down at me with concern.

?Are you okay??

?I?m fine, I just need for you to keep straight!?

?I?m sorry. I?m just so? distracted. I can actually? feel everyone?s thoughts about me. It?s getting clearer and clearer. I don?t know why.? She giggled. ?It?s getting more? precise, too. I can feel people admiring my boobs.? She looked down and cupped her breasts in her hands. As she did so, she gasped and looked back at the building in front of her. ?Oh?? she smiled. ?A lot of people in this building really liked that.? She flashed a smile at the windows and hefted her breasts at her audience once again. As she did so, I could swear that she started growing just a tiny bit faster. It may have been my imagination, but somehow, I didn?t think so. Looking down at her hands massaging and rubbing her gigantic breasts, I saw, once again, that the bracelet was emitting light. Even in the bright afternoon sun, it was now becoming very visible. It also seemed to be coloured- it was very, very pale, but it seemed blue, or turquoise. And getting brighter.

I looked up into the sky, trying to find the news helicopters. I couldn?t see them, but I knew they were there. I could hear them faintly.

?Your boobs are gorgeous, honey. But you can show them off in a few minutes. It?s??

She sighed and interrupted me. ?Yeah, yeah, the lake. I know.? She blew a kiss to her admirers in the office building and took a step southward, towards the other end of downtown.

At first, I was confused by the fact that there was no traffic. There were cars parked along the sides of the street, which Veronica was, mercifully, avoiding as best as she could, but no cars in motion. As we passed an intersection, however, I looked down and saw that the police had set up roadblocks. That?s good, I thought. The fewer people in her path, the better. Just past the roadblocks, there were crowds of people gathered to witness the spectacle of Veronica strolling between the buildings. Directly below us, I could hear people screaming and running into buildings- probably people who hadn?t turned on their TVs and had wandered outside to see what was happening. Veronica didn?t appear to notice.

I looked up at her face to see that she was staring intently straight ahead. I followed her gaze and saw a building ahead of us that was entirely windows, so that in the bright afternoon sunlight, it became a several-hundred-foot-high mirror. Veronica pointed at it. ?In that building,? she breathed, slowly, ?there are thirty-nine people who are admiring my belly.? She turned her head to gaze at a building to her left that came up to her shoulder. ?On the third floor of this building, six people are looking at my ass.? She suddenly laughed. ?No, seven. Nine! Oh!? She placed one giant hand on her left cheek and squeezed it. Veronica moaned softly and she spurted up by a few metres more. She turned to her right and looked two intersections away, at the throng of spectators who were watching from behind the roadblock. ?Eighteen of them think I have sexy feet.?

She looked back to the giant mirror in front of her. She didn?t move or say anything for a moment. I could hear indistinct talk from the people a block away, and police shouting something into a megaphone about there being nothing to see here. Veronica kept absolutely still, except for her continuous growth. I passed another story on the building to my right.

Then, quietly, almost whispering, she said, ?I can see it too.? She gazed into the mirrored building and took a step forward, reaching out her hand. The ground shook slightly as she placed her foot on the ground. ?I can see it. In myself. I? I think I understand.? She slowly ran her hands up and down her sides, lifting her belly and watching the way it moved in the mirror. She then turned to her side and looked at her profile. She moved closer to the building, gazing at her own reflection, seeing herself through the eyes and the minds of a thousand people. She laughed again. ?I can see it.?

She walked forward steadily, no longer keeping her eyes on the road. Luckily, directly in front of the building was a public park which she walked across. It was public property, but at least there was no one in it. As she walked, she kicked a tree because she wasn?t watching where she was going. It was uprooted instantly and tipped over onto its side. Veronica, once again, didn?t appear to notice.

She pressed her breasts and belly against the glass and giggled. ?Oh? it?s cold.? I could hear the structure groan under her incredible weight, and I thought I could see the wall bend, but it held. She cupped her eyes again and looked into this building. She grinned and waved slightly at the people inside. ?Hi there,? she spoke, softly. ?I can see you.? And she closed her eyes and gently kissed the window. As she did so, her growth sped up once again.

She grinned down at me. ?There are a hundred and twelve people in this building who think I?m sexy, David. A hundred and twelve.? She was giddy. I couldn?t remember the last time I had seen her as happy as she was at that moment. ?Forty-two of them think I have a sexy belly.? She slowly pressed her belly against the mirror, rubbing it back and forth, relishing every moment. I could only imagine what the view from inside the building must have been like. ?Twenty people like my lips.? She kissed the glass again, deliberately and passionately, and when she pulled her mouth away it was wet with her saliva. She brought her hands to her chest again and pressed her nipples against the building. She shivered at the feeling of the cold glass against her. ?Almost all of them like my boobs.? Before she had finished speaking, she had risen another story higher. She grinned from ear to ear. ?See?? She bent her knees slightly so she could look into the eleventh story. ?Three like my nose.? She touched the tip of her nose to the glass and smiled. She then burst out laughing. ?And one person on the sixth floor wants to crawl into my belly button. I can feel him so? intensely. And? she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. ?There are eleven people in this building masturbating. Right now. To me. Ten men and a woman. Just in this building!?

Still rising higher, she put her hands against the glass and slowly, carefully, pressed her entire body against it. I could hear the friction of skin against glass as her expanding belly and breasts rubbed against the windows and she grew ever taller, faster and faster. She was nearly fifteen storeys tall at this point. Sitting on her shoulder, I barely came up to her chin. Her ear was now well out of my reach. I yelled up anyway.

?Veronica! We need to keep moving!? She didn?t interrupt me this time, but nor did she respond. She didn?t hear me at all, I thought. I began to yell again, when I realised that she had stopped rubbing herself against the side of the building. She was standing perfectly still, and the light of her bracelet brightened, slowly but steadily until I couldn?t look directly at it. The colour of its light shifted from turquoise to a pale yellow, and her growth accelerated once again, drastically this time. I grasped a few more strands of her hair and she began to speak.

?I can? feel? New York.? What? What is she talking about? ?And? Buenos Aires. And Marseilles. And Hiroshima. And Calgary.? All of a sudden it hit me. I realised that the reason she hadn?t heard me wasn?t because I wasn?t loud enough. Turning around, I could see the news helicopters hovering in the sky, three of them now. Those poor bastards had no idea what they were doing.

And Veronica grew.

Her growth was now terrifyingly fast. I could actually feel her strands of hair swelling in my grip as I held on to them for my life. They were approaching the thickness of ropes. I clutched them tightly as Veronica just placed her hands on her mouth and laughed. Looking ahead at the building in front of me, I watched as the nineteenth and top floor disappeared below me, and suddenly I was looking down at the roof. On this rooftop were gathered several dozen onlookers, but Veronica no longer noticed them either. I looked around and saw that there were people on nearly every rooftop around us, for as far as I could see, but the hundreds of people surrounding her were nothing compared to the tens of thousands of people who were gazing at the image of her on their television and computer screens in every country on Earth. Veronica, for the second time that day, outgrew all of her surrounding buildings. I could see, several blocks away, a couple of dozen buildings that were still taller than she was, but she was approaching fast.

Still she laughed, almost insensate with joy.

I heard a deafening CRACK, almost like thunder from up close, and Veronica abruptly stopped growing. It was so sudden that I almost fell off her shoulder from? I didn?t even want to guess how high up I was. But I could see, right in front of me, the bracelet on her wrist. Her wrist was wider than I was tall, and the bracelet was several times longer than my entire body. Then I realised what was different: the bracelet was no longer glowing. Its light had faded completely, and it now appeared like the dull ceramic it was when we first bought it at the flea market. More, there was a crack running up the length of the bauble. As I watched, the crack widened, and as Veronica raised her arm to examine it, it fell apart and tumbled hundreds of feet to the ground, shattering in the street by her feet.

Looking up at Veronica?s face, I saw a total lack of understanding on her features. After just a moment, it melted into dawning comprehension, followed by horror, followed by an unbearable sadness. She took a deep breath that seemed to last a full minute, then breathed out just one word:

?No??

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she began to tumble backwards.

?Veronica!? I screamed. ?Veronica!?

But she was already beginning to fall. I grabbed on to her hair as tightly as I could and prayed.

My feet lifted off her shoulder and I entered into a free-fall.

I actually opened my eyes and saw the city in front of me, the rooftops crowded with people watching my giant girlfriend faint in the middle of the city. I looked around and thought I could hear more screams, but it might have been the wind rushing past my ears. The rooftops disappeared as I fell below them, and I looked downward. I thought I would see the ground rushing up to meet me, but it was blocked out by Veronica?s enormous body, which was right below me.

I?ve since found out that I was in the air for less than five seconds, but at the time, it seemed much longer.

Veronica fell backwards into the park, crushing trees, benches and a fountain and causing the city to shake as thought it had been hit by a small earthquake. I landed on her breast and bounced ungracefully off it, onto the ground in the park. When I hit the ground, I narrowly missed a tree and heard a sickening snap, and felt my elbow twist in an unnatural direction. Then I passed out.

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I don?t know how long I was unconscious, but it couldn?t have been more than a minute or two. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by three paramedics who were trying to move me into a stretcher. I yelled and sat up, and they all jumped backwards, startled. I tried to prop myself up on my arm and realised quickly, with a wave of nauseous pain, that I wasn?t able to put any weight on it at all. I stood up painfully, using my other arm, and they rushed forward to get me to lie back down. I ignored them and turned to see Veronica lying on her back, head turned to face away from me. I looked to her body to see that her massive belly was still undulating with breath. Oh, thank Christ, I thought. She?s alive.

My head swam and I couldn?t think clearly. Behind me, one of the medics was asking me my name, but I ignored her. I don?t think I would have been able to remember anyway. I looked around to see that the park was slowly filling with police, firefighters, city officials and paramedics, none of whom had any idea what to do. They were all milling around aimlessly, staring at Veronica.

I stared at her too, still ignoring the medical personnel who were trying to take care of me, and saw that she was shrinking. Even now, she was much smaller than she must have been when she fainted; still, her shoulder, lying on the ground, was taller than I was. I watched her shrink, knowing that this was the last time I would ever get to see it.

I limped over to her and leaned against her shrinking arm - one of my favourite parts of her body. I sat down, resting my head against her, and began to cry.