Posted by Anarchy
on 6/30/2009, 10:29 pm, in reply to "Re: Arabian Nights, A Never Barter with a Trickster Story- Part 3b"
Sadira didn't dance that day.
Aladdin didn't go out and do odd jobs for coins and bread.
Instead, the now 11 foot tall couple remained huddled in their much cramped living space, holding each other and struggling to figure out what has happening to them.
Everything was different, and not just with their height. Aladdin's biceps were as thick as palm trunks, his chest broad and rock hard, muscles defined and tones. His face seemed to be chiseled from dark marble, his hair long and full, Sadira unable to not run her fingers through it. His cock had grown much larger, even proportional, nearly a foot and a half long and several inches thick. More disturbing was that fact that he was forever hard, even when he tried to ignore Sadira's nude form rubbing against him.
Sadira lacked the bulging muscles Aladdin had, but she wasn't weak. Hers were tones and lean, defined and shapely. She was stronger, much stronger, but in a more effeminate way. Her rear had flaired out, perk and perfect for gripping with Aladdin's shovel size hands. Her hair shone vibrantly, tickling the top of her expanded ass. Her lips appeared fully bee stuck, always seemingly ready to suck on something. Her breasts were huge, to her them seemed the size of large melons or watering jugs. Her once tiny nipples were larger proportionately as well, rendering rock hard and aching from the friction of Aladdin's chest rubbing against hers.
Even though they had not eaten in a day, they felt no true hunger. Yes, they desired food...but it was less their stomach and more a natural response.
Their arousal levels had gone through the roof. A small pool of Sadira's juices lay between their massive thighs, her pussy continually moist and ready to accept Aladdin's cock. Several times they found themselves having to stop mid-sentence to force their hands from pawing at the other or remove themselves, one having forced the other into begin the sexual dance once again.
As surprising as it might be for some listening, they were also much more intelligent. They understood exactly what was happening to them now, and why they were behaving as they were.
"Books." Aladdin stated after a while, pondering the problem over. He focused, trying to remember the word he wanted to use. "One we...found...years back." He grit his teeth. "In the..." He grunted.
Sadira understood. Not the ramblings, but the grunt conveyed what Aladdin was trying to say. Years before, when they were barely on the cusp of teenagers, they had discovered books a peddler had left unattended. Neither knew how to read, but over the weeks, listening in and spying, as well as asking the right questions, had allowed them to find a merchant to explain exactly what the books told of.
"It is a legend, of the creators of the world." The old merchant told them. He turned the page, happy to tell the children the story and display his intelligence. "Before the gods, before the titans, there came another race. Called by some titan-gods, they were the Old Ones. Blessed with immortality and powers beyond imagine, they were great beings of size. They were primal, focused on food and sleep and...well...production of babies." THe old merchant stated quickly. "They weren't stupid...far from it. But they cared about those things above all else. Always seeking to fill their bellies, a new domain to rest, and finding new ways to derive pleasure." His eyes glazed over. The book was much naughtier than he let on, showing some of the sexual positions the Old Ones had created, cunning, never before seen acts to bring themselves to orgasm...of beings so large they knew how to use suns to tease the pussies of the females and black holes to suck upon dicks the size of solar systems. "It says here that they eventually left this world and journeyed to the stars. Some stayed, however, and allowed themselves to care about more than sex and food and sleep. It lists a few...Fate, Destiny, Lady Luck, Lord Anarchy..."
See, I'm famous.
Sadira grunted as she was pulled from the memory. "Old Ones...smart...but...focused on three."
Aladdin nodded. "Food...sleep...sex."
"What we want."
The two locked eyes. "We...become Old Ones?" He asked softly.
"Maybe." Sadira answered. She pulled herself tighter to Aladdin. It scared and thrilled her the same time, thinking of what was happening...what would happen if they were right. Would they continue to grow...would they eventually forget about their lives in the city, focused only on pleasure? If so, what would become of them? Could they grow so big that the planet would no longer fit them?
Sadira suddenly had a vision of herself sprawled out in the marketplace, the size of the place, people runing from her as she ground her pussy into the hard rock of their former home. Her hand crept to her clit as she dreamed of Aladdin picking up Jasmine, forcing the Princess to watch as Sadira destroyed the city through masturbation, grabbing guards by the handful and pressing them to her breasts, their struggles making her scream in delight. She began to pant as she saw herself strike out at those that had dared to look down at her, using her new power to take revenge...the sex oh so more sweeter knowing her tormentors were forced to watch and aid her...
Sadira screamed as she came, the small house shaking from her movements, grabbing onto Aladdin as the daydream and her movements brought her to her largest orgasm yet. When she finally came out of her high, she saw that Aladdin was also panting, his cock twitching as it spray load after load of sticky cum on her leg.
The room was much smaller.
THey were now 15 feet tall.
"We...have to leave." Aladdin whispered. "Before...we destroy everything."
Sadira nodded. She knew there was no fighting this. Yes, the book spoke that some of the Old Ones had become focused on things other than sex and food and sleep...but there was no telling if Aladdin and her could do the same...and at this point, she honestly didn't know if she would want to. ALready, a part of her was screaming that they should just begin now, grow out of the room and let the entire city witness the end...to bring her delightful dream to life. And as much as she fought it...the voice was getting louder.
They would continue to grow. They would become obsessed with pleasure in all forms, and the greatest turn on was power and revenge.
They would destroy the city in a heartbeat soon.
Aladdin and Sadira knew they had to leave.
Before they no longer wanted too.