RISING
Luna and Valeria were a trans couple whose past could be defined by rejection, discrimination, and violence. Luna, in particular, had always been considered an oddity since childhood, someone who didn’t fit in due to her way of being and her desires. She felt trapped in a body that didn’t belong to her, attracting the attention of people who loved to hate what they didn’t understand. Beatings and mockery were constant, and teachers did little or nothing to stop them.
At college, it was the same: constant mistreatment, abuse, and discrimination. Luna, whose former name I prefer not to reveal, thought her life would always be this way until she met Valeria. Both broken and abandoned by the world, they decided to unite, in body and mind. Together, they founded a biotechnology company that grossed hundreds of millions annually. They had ambitious projects, such as creating cures for certain types of cancer. Both underwent dozens of surgeries to achieve their desired bodies, to make them reflections of their souls.
At 30 years old, Luna boasted a stunning physique: enormous, swollen breasts that spilled out, heavy and round, so large they threatened to burst any fabric attempting to contain them; lascivious curves that seemed sculpted to provoke and dominate; toned, voluptuous legs that brushed against each other with a fleshy, moist whisper as she walked; and a colossal, fat, and immense posterior, so massive and juicy it trembled with every movement, two mountains of soft, firm flesh that swallowed the purple thong between her buttocks as if the fabric were a mere suggestion. She had full lips painted a brilliant, obscene purple, perfect for biting and devouring, and a short haircut styled in an asymmetrical bob, with long bangs covering almost her entire face, allowing only a glimpse of the dangerous glint in her eyes.
But despite achieving all this, she still desired something more. Revenge, and she would get it.
The morning of October fifth, Luna stood on the balcony of her San Francisco apartment, wearing only a sexy ensemble: a purple bra and thong that struggled to contain her immense glutes. She held a strange white syringe in her left hand and her cell phone in her right. She called Valeria, who was in another country at the moment.
“Hello, darling, I’m going to do it. You’ll see me on the news soon,” Luna said, laughing.
Valeria knew very well what her partner meant.
“Alright, darling. Have fun, but don’t go too far, okay?” Valeria replied.
“I’ll try,” she lied. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Luna ended the call and immediately injected the syringe’s contents into her neck. An experimental serum made of nanomachines and synthetic compounds, some capable of causing mutations in cells.
Luna’s body began to heat up, to grow and expand. And she reveled in it. A moist, electric warmth coursed through her skin, making every nerve sing with pleasure. Everything about her grew larger; her breasts swelled and grew heavy like two hot planets, her curves became obscene, and her penis grew with a fleshy, painful throb, thickening, lengthening, filling with thick, pulsating veins. The purple bra and thong stretched to their limit, the elastic fabric creaking and digging into her voluptuous flesh, but they held, marking every fold and curve like a second, obscene skin. The building where she lived yielded to the woman’s unstoppable transformation. Concrete and steel groaned and fractured with dry, wet sounds as Luna broke through the ceiling with her head, laughing between gasps.
The city stopped and looked to the sky as a gigantic shadow loomed over them. Entire neighborhoods and streets were razed by a pair of feet belonging to a growing goddess. The pavement sank like butter beneath her soles, leaving deep craters where people had been running, screaming, praying. It was chaos until she stopped. Luna opened her eyes, and the city looked like a tiny model. According to her calculations, she now stood over 1000 meters tall. A colossal goddess capable of doing as she pleased. Although there were side effects, her member was now immense, thick and veined, a long, erect mastodon that surpassed the height of all the city’s buildings.
“Oh, I didn’t expect this,” Luna whispered, her voice deep and trembling with pleasure.
She placed both hands on her colossal member, and as she rubbed it, a single drop of semen escaped its swollen tip. That small whitish drop descended like a burning meteor into a busy commercial area of Union Square, leaving a smoking trail in the air.
Upon hitting the ground, the unthinkable happened.
The liquid was no longer semen. It was a living, corrosive, hungry acid. It impacted with a wet, hissing sound, like flesh thrown into boiling oil. The first wave of people (tourists, office workers, entire families) was instantly bathed. At first, they choked on the thick, hot substance that filled their mouths, noses, and lungs, burning their throats like lava. Then came the true horror: skin began to bubble and peel away in smoking strips, revealing red, glistening muscle that liquefied the next second. Arms melted down to the bone, faces contorted into molten masks, eyes exploded and ran like cooked egg whites. Bodies collapsed, writhing, turning into puddles of semi-liquid flesh and whitish bones floating like shipwreck debris. The pavement itself softened and bubbled, swallowing those still trying to flee; nearby buildings groaned as their facades warped and melted like chocolate under a blowtorch, releasing rivers of molten glass and steel.
Hundreds of people died in less than ten seconds, their screams turning into choked gurgles and wet death rattles as their internal organs cooked and spilled out in a red and white soup. The smell that rose to Luna was dense, cloyingly sweet, and repulsive: burnt flesh, acidic semen, and pure fear.
“They deserve it,” Luna said, pleased, licking her purple lips as she observed the smoking crater left by her tiny drop. With a single step, she crushed thousands of innocents trying to flee. The impact was brutal: bodies exploded under the pressure with a fleshy, disgusting splash, turning into a red, viscous paste that splattered up to her ankles. Bones cracked like dry twigs, skulls burst with a wet pop, intestines unraveled and clung to her skin like bloody garlands. Luna’s footsteps gave birth to earthquakes that then left colossal craters in the ground, craters filled with blood, chunks of flesh, and twisted metal, where the air still vibrated with the last muffled screams.
Luna slowly crouched down, a dark smile peeking from beneath her purple bangs. The simple movement caused her gigantic member to descend like an obelisk of living flesh onto the center of San Francisco. The swollen, veined glans crushed hundreds of buildings in an instant: entire skyscrapers bent and sank with a deafening metallic crunch, reduced to twisted ruins under the hot, pulsating weight of her colossal cock. People running down the avenues disappeared under the shadow of that flesh monster, flattened against the asphalt into a thin red layer before the member even touched them.
Then she extended her enormous hands. With each, she ripped off two entire sections of the city as if tearing off pieces of cake. Entire buildings schools, banks, hotels, and shopping malls were lifted from the ground with a roar of torn concrete and steel. Thousands of people were trapped within these blocks, now floating between her fingers.
Luna lifted them to her open mouth, her purple lips glistening with saliva.
“Time to eat…” she whispered, her voice deep and hoarse.
She began to grind them.
The buildings descended one after another into her cavernous mouth. Her perfect white teeth closed over them with a wet, disgusting crunch. Glass, steel, and concrete broke like cookies, mixing with human flesh. Thousands of men, women, and children were crushed alive between her molars: their bodies exploded in jets of blood and viscera that spilled from the corners of her lips. Some were trapped between her teeth, kicking weakly as they were slowly crushed, turning into a red, viscous paste that Luna swallowed with evident pleasure. Muffled screams, chain-breaking bones, and the wet sound of flesh being chewed like raw meat could be heard.
But that wasn’t the worst.
Many had the misfortune of falling onto the tip of Luna’s colossal member. The hot, dripping glans received them like an altar of flesh. The thick, corrosive precum bathed them instantly. Their clothes dissolved, their skin began to bubble and melt with a repulsive hiss. They screamed as flesh peeled away from their bones in smoking strips, their eyes liquefied and ran down their melting cheeks. Some tried to crawl away, only to stick closer to the swollen frenulum, where the whitish liquid devoured them alive, cooking them from the inside. Their bodies reduced to shapeless masses of semi-liquid flesh and whitish bones that slowly slid down the veined surface of the member, leaving a red and white trail.
Luna moaned with pleasure with each bite, her tongue tracing the remnants of buildings and people still stuck to her lips. A thread of saliva mixed with blood ran down her chin.
“So… delicious…” she murmured, her fingers continuing to rip off more pieces of the city to feed on.
After sating herself, Luna slowly stood up, letting the remains of buildings and human flesh fall from her lips like crumbs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and blood. Without haste, she began to walk through the city that had hated her so much, unconcerned by the destruction her footsteps caused.
Each step was a cataclysm. Her colossal feet crushed entire neighborhoods, turning streets into deep craters filled with blood and twisted metal. Cars, houses, and people disappeared beneath her soles with wet, repulsive sounds: bodies bursting like ripe grapes, bones cracking in succession, and viscera splattering up to her ankles. The very city that had turned its back on her, that had humiliated and broken her for years, now trembled under her weight like a fragile toy.
Then she had an idea. A very malicious, dark, and deliciously cruel idea. One that would definitely earn her a guaranteed place in hell.
She walked towards her old school, one of the most painful symbols of her suffering. The building that once seemed enormous to her was now ridiculously small and tiny between her fingers. With two of her enormous fingers, she lifted it from the ground with ease, like one picks up a matchbox. She could hear the thousands of children’s screams coming from the windows, mixed with the terrified shrieks of the teachers. Teachers who had never done anything to defend her. Children who were possibly descendants of those who had beaten her, spat on her, and called her a monster.
Her eyes, hidden behind her purple bangs, observed the small building as one might look at an insect nest.
“Hello, kids,” she said, her voice deep, sensual, and booming. “Your next class is quite simple.”
Her voice shattered all the school’s windows into a rain of glass.
“You just have to measure and calculate the size of my ass.”
The cruel woman hooked two fingers into the elastic of her purple thong, slowly stretching it. The fabric separated from her skin, revealing the deep, hot darkness between her colossal buttocks: two mountains of fat, soft, gigantic flesh that trembled slightly, sweaty and hot from the effort of her growth.
Without mercy, she tossed the tiny school into that darkness.
The entire building disappeared between her immense glutes. The thong snapped back into place with an elastic click, trapping the school against her hot, sweaty flesh. Inside that prison of soft, heavy flesh, chaos was immediate and horrific. The hallways bent and crushed against the hot walls of her rear. Children and teachers were slowly crushed between the soft flesh and the concrete that still resisted. Some became stuck to her moist skin, drowning in the acidic, hot sweat as their bones broke one by one with wet cracks. Others were ground against the school’s walls as her buttocks squeezed slightly, turning entire bodies into a red, viscous paste that seeped between her folds.
Luna let out a low, hoarse laugh, feeling the small vibrations and desperate movements within her rear.
“Mmm… don’t be so naughty, kids. Teacher Luna doesn’t have much patience,” she murmured, squeezing her glutes tightly once.
Other unfortunates drowned in the thick, hot sweat that ran down the folds of her buttocks, coughing and vomiting as their skin began to irritate and redden as if mild acid had been poured on them.
Luna could feel every small, desperate movement. Every kick, every fist hitting uselessly against her flesh, every muffled scream that vibrated against her buttocks.
The building creaked dangerously. Several classrooms deformed, crushing several children against the hot flesh walls. High-pitched screams were heard, turning into gurgles as the weight of her buttocks squeezed the air from their lungs. Some bodies became embedded in the soft surface of her buttocks, half-buried in the sweaty flesh, kicking weakly as they cooked alive from the heat and humidity.
Luna closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as she felt those tiny lives struggling uselessly within her rear, turned into living toys trapped between her immense glutes. The purple thong became damp with a mixture of sweat, blood, and bodily fluids that began to seep from within.
She squeezed again, very gently, just to remind them that she controlled every second of their agony. Inside her rear, the school creaked once more. A chorus of childish and adult screams rose, desperate and broken, as Luna’s hot, heavy flesh kept them alive… only to continue torturing them.
“First class approved,” she whispered sadistically. “Now… who wants the second?”
College was her next target.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world, far from the chaos and destruction, Valeria was reclining on the enormous bed in her Dubai suite. The room was dim, lit only by the blue glow of the massive television screen that occupied almost an entire wall.
There, live and in real-time, the news showed the hell Luna was unleashing in San Francisco.Valeria had her legs spread, completely naked except for a thin gold necklace. Her erect member, thick and veined, pulsed powerfully between her fingers as she slowly masturbated. Each image that appeared on the screen made her moan deeper.
She watched as Luna crouched down and her colossal cock crushed the financial district. She saw the drop of corrosive semen melting hundreds of people. And now, at this very moment, the trembling camera captured Luna holding the old schoolhouse trapped between her giant buttocks, torturing them slowly.
“God... look at you, my love,” Valeria whispered hoarsely, quickening the movement of her hand over her swollen member.
Her enormous breasts rose and fell with her ragged breaths. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and sadistic pride as she watched her partner dominate the city like a cruel, voluptuous goddess. Every distant scream picked up by the reporters’ microphones, every crunch of buildings, and every red stain spreading across the asphalt made her wetter and harder.
She imagined perfectly what Luna was feeling: the heat of her own ass, the tiny bodies writhing against her skin, the muffled screams vibrating between her fat, heavy cheeks.
“Keep going...” Valeria panted, biting her lower lip as her hand moved faster up and down her cock. “Make them suffer. Make them pay for everything they did to us.”
A thick trail of precum ran down her fingers. Her member pulsed hard, swollen and sensitive, as on screen Luna squeezed her buttocks slightly once more, eliciting a new chorus of desperate screams from within her ass.
Valeria arched her back, moaning with deep, dark pleasure. Her free hand squeezed one of her swollen breasts, pinching the nipple hard as she continued to masturbate, her eyes glued to the television.
Orgasm was coming fast. Valeria didn’t take her eyes off the screen, completely mesmerized and aroused by the massacre her beloved was committing on the other side of the world.
