Chapter 2: Kneeling Before the Shelf of Gods
The fluorescent buzz stuttered violently overhead, plunging the towering towel aisle into flickering twilight before surging back with a harsh, accusing glare. Brittany gasped, a sound like wind rushing through a cavern. Her knees, thick as ancient tree trunks, trembled violently. The shelf behind her groaned, metal protesting as her immense ass crushed deeper into the stacked white terrycloth bundles. Her thighs, wider than Thorin was tall, strained apart, forced wide by the relentless expansion Thorin’s silent, furious will demanded.
Her cunt, a slick, swollen delta glistening under the harsh lights, was now perfectly level with Thorin’s sternum. The dark curls framing it were soaked, clinging to her flushed skin. The sheer scale was obscene, breathtaking. Thorin stood before it, dwarfed by her mountainous sex, his storm-grey eyes blazing with primal hunger. His fingers, thick and calloused, were still buried knuckle-deep inside her tight channel, working relentlessly, stretching her impossibly hot, clenching walls. Her internal muscles gripped him with surprising ferocity despite her colossal size.
"Mahal's fucking forge," Thorin growled, his voice rough with exertion and awe. He twisted his fingers, scissoring them wide. Brittany cried out, a deep, resonant groan that vibrated the shelves. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her slick folds against Thorin’s forearm. "Still tight as a virgin's purse," he rasped, a savage grin splitting his beard. "Made for dwarven iron. Made to be filled."
Dwalin, his bald head gleaming with sweat under the flickering lights, couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle. He’d abandoned his grip on her thigh and now stood beside Thorin, staring up at the glistening apex of Brittany’s thighs. "Look at the fucking size of it, Thorin," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Like a feast laid out just for us." He reached out a massive, tattooed hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He didn't plunge inside like Thorin. Instead, he traced the slick, swollen outer lips, feeling the heat radiating from her. His thumb found her clit, a prominent, throbbing nub the size of his thumbprint. He pressed down, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
"FUCK!" Brittany screamed. The sound was colossal, shaking DVDs off a distant display. Her entire colossal body convulsed, her back arching violently off the crushed towels. The shelf groaned louder, buckling inward. Her legs kicked out instinctively, one enormous foot crashing down perilously close to Dwalin. He jumped back with a curse, but his thumb never left her clit. He pressed harder, faster.
"Feel that, lass?" Dwalin growled, his eyes locked on the shuddering giantess. "Feel that little pearl? Gonna make it sing for us." He leaned in, his hot breath washing over her slick flesh. "Gonna lick it clean while Thorin stuffs that cunt proper."
Thorin withdrew his fingers with a wet, sucking sound. They glistened thickly in the harsh light. He spat onto his palm, then rubbed the saliva vigorously over his cock, already straining painfully against his leathers. It was thick, veined, and flushed dark, a formidable dwarven weapon. But against the vast, slick entrance before him, it suddenly seemed… inadequate.
"Need more," Thorin grunted, his gaze fixed on the glistening pink folds, already beginning to flutter open slightly from his finger work. "Need leverage."
He glanced around the aisle. His eyes landed on a sturdy metal step-stool, abandoned near a display of bath mats. With a grunt, he hauled it over, the metal screeching on the linoleum. He planted it firmly before Brittany's monumental sex and climbed onto it. Now, his hips were level with her entrance. He gripped his cock at the base, the thick shaft pulsing in his fist, the swollen head slick with pre-cum. He pressed the blunt tip against her slick opening. It yielded slightly, the hot, velvety flesh parting for him.
"Hold her," Thorin commanded Dwalin, his voice tight with strain.
Dwalin didn't hesitate. He moved behind Thorin, placing his huge hands on Brittany's trembling inner thighs, just below her cunt. He pushed outward with all his dwarven strength, forcing her thighs wider apart, exposing her completely. The muscles in Brittany's legs strained against his grip, but she was lost in the sensations – Dwalin’s thumb relentlessly working her clit, Thorin’s cockhead pressing insistently against her core.
"Push, Thorin!" Dwalin urged, his own cock straining visibly. "Hammer that cunt!"
Thorin braced his feet on the stool. He took a deep, ragged breath, his storm-grey eyes locked onto Brittany’s flushed face, high above him. Her green eyes were wide, unfocused, filled with overwhelming sensation and a flicker of ancient power responding to his dominance. He drove his hips forward with a guttural roar.
The head of his cock breached her. The resistance was immense, her tight channel clamping down fiercely despite her size. Thorin gritted his teeth, veins bulging in his neck. He pushed harder, grunting with the effort, his hips pistoning forward. Brittany screamed again, a sound mixed with pain and ecstasy, as her body yielded inch by thick inch. Her inner muscles rippled, trying to expel the invader, only succeeding in gripping him tighter.
"Yesssss!" Thorin hissed as he finally hilted himself, his balls slapping against her slick outer lips. He was buried to the root inside her colossal heat. The sensation was overwhelming – impossibly tight, scorching hot, pulsing around him like a living forge. He stayed buried for a moment, panting, feeling her internal muscles spasm and clench around his shaft. "Fucking… vice…"
Dwalin laughed, a harsh, excited bark. "Told you she needed stuffing!" He leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to lick a broad stripe up Brittany’s slick slit, from her stretched entrance right over her throbbing clit. Brittany jerked violently, her hips bucking upwards, driving Thorin impossibly deeper. Dwalin buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving into her folds beside Thorin’s buried cock, lapping hungrily at her juices, sucking fiercely on her engorged clit.
"Fuck! Dwalin! Oh GOD!" Brittany bellowed, her voice shaking the ceiling tiles. Her hands, large enough to crush Thorin’s skull, scrabbled against the buckling shelf behind her, tearing towels. Her hips began to piston involuntarily, fucking herself desperately onto Thorin’s cock while Dwalin’s mouth ravaged her clit.
Thorin roared, the sensation of her powerful internal muscles milking him combined with the violent bucking of her hips almost too much. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the dense flesh of her ass cheeks, finding purchase. He pulled back slowly, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock drag against her clenching walls, then slammed forward again with brutal force. The wet, meaty slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed down the endless aisle.
"Take it!" Thorin snarled, driving into her again. "Take my cock, you colossal bitch! Fucking take it!" His rhythm was punishing, each thrust powered by his thick legs driving up from the stool, burying himself to the hilt in her slick depths. Dwalin’s mouth worked furiously, sucking and licking, his groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
Brittany was lost. A storm of sensation battered her – the deep, stretching fullness of Thorin’s thick cock pistoning inside her, the exquisite, torturous friction of Dwalin’s tongue and lips on her clit, the raw power surging through her expanded body responding to their dominance. Her moans were constant, deep rumbles shaking the shelves. Her green eyes rolled back, showing white. The fluorescent lights flickered wildly, strobing the scene in jarring flashes. Bolts of raw, unstable energy, like miniature lightning, crackled sporadically from her fingertips, scorching the linoleum near her feet.
The air crackled, thick with ozone and the sour tang of bleach. Thorin drove upward, his entire body a piston slamming into the wet furnace of her. Every brutal thrust jolted Brittany’s colossal frame. Her head, now brushing the ceiling tiles twelve feet up, snapped back, a strangled scream tearing from her throat.
More. Thorin’s silent command, amplified by the dimension’s raw, malleable energy, slammed into her like a physical blow. It wasn’t a request. It was an edict carved into the fabric of the unreal.
Brittany convulsed. Not just from the punishing rhythm of Thorin’s cock spearing deep, or the relentless, skillful assault of Dwalin’s tongue on her hypersensitive clit. Her very bones groaned. Muscles swelled beneath skin stretched taut and gleaming. Vertigo slammed into her as the ceiling tiles came closer. The shelf behind her shrieked, metal buckling as her expanding ass crushed deeper into the towels. Her thighs, forced impossibly wide by Dwalin’s grip, trembled violently with the strain of supporting her accelerating mass.
"Fuck! Thorin, stop! I can’t—" Her plea, thick and booming, choked off into a gasp. Another jolt of growth surged through her. The step-stool under Thorin’s feet wobbled precariously. Her cunt, already stretched obscenely wide around his thick shaft, clenched in a desperate, involuntary spasm.
"Stop?" Thorin snarled, his face a mask of sweat and primal fury. He hammered into her again, balls slapping wetly against her. "You wanted no rules, witch. You wanted this." He punctuated each word with a savage thrust. "Take. It. All." His storm-grey eyes burned into hers, demanding submission, demanding more growth.
Dwalin, face slick with her juices, pulled back slightly, panting. "Mahal’s balls, Thorin! Look at her go!" He laughed, a harsh, excited sound. He slapped the immense swell of her inner thigh. The sound echoed like a drumbeat. "Gonna crack the fucking ceiling!" He dove back in, sucking her clit hard, his tongue flicking ruthlessly.
The world tilted. Brittany’s vision swam. The relentless pressure inside – Thorin’s cock, his will, the dimension’s energy – was too much. She felt her center of gravity lurch dangerously forward. Her thighs, thick as ancient oaks, buckled. The shelf behind her crumpled completely under her weight with a deafening crash of tearing metal and exploding bundles of white terrycloth.
"Shit!" Dwalin yelped, scrambling back just as Brittany’s colossal form began to topple. It wasn't graceful. It was a slow-motion landslide of flesh and power. With a ground-shaking THOOM that rattled every can in the grocery section, Brittany crashed onto her back. The linoleum cracked beneath her shoulders and hips. Towering shelves along the aisle swayed precariously, raining down shampoo bottles and boxes of detergent that exploded like grenades around her.
Dust rained down. Brittany lay sprawled, gasping like a beached leviathan, the fluorescent lights glaring directly into her wide, dazed green eyes. The fall knocked the breath from her lungs, but not the sensations. Thorin’s cock was still buried deep inside her, miraculously staying lodged as she fell. His weight pressed down on her pelvis, pinning her. Dwalin stood near her hip, staring down her mountainous body, his chest heaving.
"Fuck me," Dwalin breathed, awestruck. "She's a damn mountain."
Thorin, braced on his knees between her still-trembling thighs, looked down the impossible length of her body. From her flushed face framed by tangled raven hair to the vast plain of her belly, down to where his cock disappeared into the glistening, swollen folds of her cunt, now presented openly on the ruined floor. Her breasts, massive and heaving, rose and fell like hills with each ragged breath. The scale was staggering. Humiliating. Arousing beyond measure.
His storm-grey eyes met hers, blazing with undiminished hunger. He shifted his weight, grinding his hips, making her feel every thick inch still embedded within her. "Better," he growled, low and guttural. "Now you're at the right fucking height." He pulled his hips back slowly, his thick cock sliding out of her slick, clutching heat until just the flared head remained.
Then, with a grunt of effort, he slammed forward again, hilting himself brutally in the new position. The impact rocked her entire prone form. Brittany cried out, a sound that vibrated the broken shelves. Thorin began to fuck her in earnest, his powerful dwarf legs driving his hips in hard, deep strokes against the yielding landscape of her body. Her cunt, still impossibly tight despite her size, rippled and clenched around him, molten heat enveloping his shaft.
"Need a ladder for that climb now, Thorin?" Dwalin chuckled, moving closer. He knelt near her hip, placing a huge, possessive hand on the swell of her belly. His eyes, however, were fixed lower, watching Thorin’s cock vanish repeatedly into her slick depths. "Or you gonna make her grow some more? Give her a real challenge?" He looked up at her face, sweat beading on his tattooed scalp. "Want that, lass? Want him to stretch you even wider while he’s buried balls-deep?" He squeezed her belly. "Bet that cunt would feel amazing wrapped around him while it’s still growing. Tightening up even as it gets bigger."
More. Thorin’s silent command slammed into Brittany again, amplified by Dwalin’s filthy prompting. His thrusts became even more punishing, deeper, as if trying to physically force the growth he demanded.
Brittany whimpered. The sensations were overwhelming, intolerable. Thorin’s thick cock pistoned inside her, a relentless, stretching invasion. Dwalin’s heavy hand ground into her belly. And beneath it all, the terrifying, exhilarating surge of her own power responding. She felt the strange, internal pressure building again, a stretching from within her very core, radiating outward. Her skin prickled, pulled taut over burgeoning muscle and bone. The cracked linoleum dug into her expanding shoulder blades.
Her hips widened fractionally against the floor. Her breasts grew heavier, fuller, the nipples tightening into dark, aching peaks. Her feet pushed further into the shattered remains of a shelving unit. And deep inside, where Thorin drove into her again and again, she felt it. A subtle shift. A clenching. Her inner muscles rippled, not just in response to his thrust, but with a new, desperate tension. The walls of her cunt seemed to pulse, tightening around his invading length even as the space they defined felt poised to expand. The impossible contradiction sent a jolt of pure, electric terror and arousal through her.
Thorin felt it too. A sudden, fierce tightening around his cock, different from the rhythmic clenching. He roared, a sound of pure dwarven triumph mixed with lust. "Yes! Feel it, witch! Feel yourself grow around me!" He hammered into the suddenly more-resistant heat. "Squeeze my fucking cock!" His pace became frenzied, brutal, each thrust fighting against the growing internal pressure her own body was creating at his command. Her cunt was becoming a crushing, molten vice.