
				CAMPING OUT
			By JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>
			For ReadyArt <granitelog@hotmail.com>

"Tell me again, why are we tramping through these dark, forbidding woods
without any idea where we are, what we're going to do and no clue how
we're going to get out of this place ?"
Kari didn't respond to the barb and instead pulled her pack higher and
looked around, pulling out her compass and looking up at the patches of
sky peeping from between the trees.
"Well, what's the verdict, miss Outdoors," a black woman wearing knee high
leather boots, a black latex skirt and matching top sneered.
"Shut up Yanine," the third woman said, brushing leaves and twigs from
her expensive-looking clothing, "it's bad enough as it is - no need to
rub it in any more, OK ?"
"Oh sure Meryl, defend her - wasn't it you who kept up a constant whine
about your expensive clothes getting dirty and torn ?"
"Shut it, you two," Kari said, "we've only got a few more hours until
it gets dark and we have to pitch camp before then. The good news is
there is a clearing up ahead - I can see the forest crown thinning there.
If we get a move on, we could be there in about half an hour. Let's go."
They fought through the underbrush, forging towards the clearing, the
forest thinning out from tall trees into little trees, then into tall
shrub, until they broke into small shrubs, breaking into a large
elliptical clearing with a large pond at one end fed by a small stream
that split the clearing roughly into two halves, lengthwise.
"This should do nicely," Kari said, nodding contently, "I never knew
about this place - oh well, we've gotten a little deeper into the forest
than I'd planned or wanted."
"And how are we getting out again," Yanine asked, "have you thought of
that when you invited us over for this little camping trip ?"
"My cell phone has no connection here," Meryl wailed, sitting down on top
of her pack, "and my feet hurt, my back hurts ... what was I thinking
when I agreed to this ?"
"Yeah, well, things haven't quite worked out as intended," Kari sighed
while she began pulling items out of her pack, "I'm sorry - you can rub
it in later. First priority is to get shelter for the night. I've got a
map at the bottom of my pack I think - I'll have a look tomorrow."
"A map! You had a map and you didn't use it," Meryl exploded.
"OK miss city slicker, you tell me how I'm supposed to orient myself in
the middle of a forest with no reference points," Kari shot back while
she set up the tent on a patch of dirt, "and you'd better get your kit
ready - once it gets dark you'll want something warmer to wear. I already
said I was sorry -- I just never imagined our little school reunion going
so far off the beaten track."

Not long after the tent had been set up and a small stove provided heat,
a little light, some food and a focal point for the camp, they were all
busy setting up their sleeping places for the night.
"You're not really going to sleep on that, are you," Kari asked Meryl,
indicating the translucent blue and silver air matress better suited to
being used in a pool than on a camping trip she was pumping up.
"It's all I had," she defended and kept pumping.
"Oh well," Yanine said laughing, "I can't say I brought much better than
you did - although probably a little sturdier," while she fished a black
bundle from her pack and unrolled her matress, "can I borrow your pump
when you're done, Meryl ?"
Kari shook her head and laid her foam pad on the tent floor and chucked
a thick sleeping bag over the top of it, throwing her pack at the head
end to make a pillow.

Half an hour later they were all set up and sitting round the stove in
front of the open tent, chatting about school, the pranks they pulled,
and where they'd gotten to from there.
Meryl had done a study in fashion design, but quickly discovered she had
a flair for wearing clothes and showing them off to others, rather than
designing and making them, and was on her way to the top.
Yanine smiled wickedly and told her life had taken a darker, but no less
successful turn, first dancing evenings in shady bars to supplement her
meagre income, moving to striptease and lapdancing, and it had felt so
natural and good, she'd pursued it, until one day, one of her clients
turned out to be an adult entertainment producer, who'd asked her if she
would like to go all the way - to the top. It took just half a second to
decide and forget about working as a cashier in a supermarket.
Kari had gone to university, but had dropped out after the first year,
instead going to Forestry School and barely scraping through, after which
she'd found a job as a Assistant Park Ranger, in her own words, "it's not
much, but in its own way it's important as well."
The other two agreed, and they kept chatting about old times, how they
really did a number on some people, laughing and trading barbs at each
other and themselves, while in the background, the moon slowly rose and
the night deepened.

"For some reason," Meryl said suddenly, craning her neck to look around,
"this place is freaking me out. and not just because we're lost in the
woods and stuff - no, I mean, it's like ... ah, I don't know."
"Now that you mention it," Kari said, peering into the darkness beyond
their little camp, "I find it strange not to hear any forest wildlife."
"At least we won't have a bear problem," Yanine quipped and they all
nervously laughed, but Kari cocked her head sideways and listened.
"I really don't hear anything - no animals small or large, birds, or
even any insects. All I hear is wind and water. Strange."
"But the moon is so nicely reflected in that pool over there," Meryl said
dreamily, indicating the luminous water at one end of the clearing.
"But it can't be reflection," Kari said slowly, "look, the pond is in
the moonshade. Something weird is going on here. Really weird."
"Well, if it's not reflection, then what is it," Yanine asked, getting up
and walking to the water's edge, it's soft blue glow reflecting on her
latex skirt and top, as she looked intently in the water, then suddenly
backed away from the edge.
"What is it," Meryl asked.
"There's something moving in the water - and I may not know a hell of a
lot about wildlife, but I'm sure it's no fish."
"How so," Kari interjected.
"Quiz question then -  what lives in a forest pool and has tentacles ?"
Before Kari could answer, the pond erupted.

Four thick, vine-like tentacles shot out of the softly glowing, but now
churning water, slithering towards where Yanine was standing rooted to
the ground, rearing up in front of her and, for lack of a better word,
hesitating before continuing.
Meryl broke the frozen moment, grabbed her air matress from the tent and
charged at the vines, using it to beat on the one that was gingerly
reaching out towards her friend.
It responded immediately, wrapping itself and its three companions around
the silver and blue air matress, probing it, testing it, squeezing it.
Kari, Meryl and Yanine stood fascinated as the four tentacles slithered
around the matress, as if it was exploring what it was.
One of the tentacles slid over the valve, which had popped out, but not
open, as the matress had been squeezed, and it stopped, probed the valve
as if trying to decide what it was, then another one of the thick vines
slithered towards the valve and absorbed the valve into its tip.
The other three vines gently wrapped around it, while in the background
the pool began to slowly drain away, the glow from it brightening.
Meryl squealed, as her air matress, its valve still locked to the vine,
began to bulk up, and Yanine carefully put her hand on it, away from the
encircling vines, feeling it rock hard and expanding, and saying so.
"It's gonna blow," Meryl wailed, "and it is - well, I guess was - my very
favorite one!"
The first internal rib popped, but the envelope remained intact, quickly
followed by the second, after which the rest failed in quick succession,
the mattress ballooning, the head piece rib popping as last, the vine now
connected to an oblong silver and blue balloon which was slowly getting
bigger and bigger, swelling until it was about 12 feet long, silver bottom
and sky blue top, and 6 foot across, wrapped in four dark vines.
"I don't know about you gals," Yanine said, "but for some weird reason
this is turning me on. I wouldn't mind it doing that to my matress."
"Great," Meryl said sarcastically, "please remind me next time we're lost
in the woods, and get assaulted by Tentacula, will you ?"
"Oh my god," Kari whispered, "look at that," and she pointed at the pond.
Or rather, where it had been, now just a muddy depression studded with
strange glowing blue stones.
The sandy muck and silt that had once been the bottom of the pond parted,
and from the depths, what looked like a giant flower bud pushed up to
the surface, gently swaying and rocking to its own rhythm.

Yanine dared a quick brush of her fingers on the surface of what had once
been Meryl's pool matress, managing a fast squeeze as well, and came away
puzzled while the vines slid over the surface, repositioning themselves
for some unknown purpose.
"What's wrong," Kari asked her.
"It felt soft, warm and pliable, not at all hard," Yanine whispered.
"That's impossible," Meryl hissed, "look at how big it is!"
"I'm telling you, it was soft and malleable. I could have, and probably
would if not for those weird tentacles, grabbed armfuls of it."
"Uh, you two better stop bickering and take a look at what's happening
because I think that's slightly more interesting," Kari said.
"What do you mea ... NO WAY," Meryl started, then gasped.
"No way indeed," Yanine mumbled, "this is so unreal."
The vines were sliding over the surface, remolding it, shaping it,
forming the elongated balloon into a female figure about 10 feet tall,
with downright extreme proportions, a pair of monstrous sky blue breasts
standing upright on the slim-waisted body, each roughly 5 feet across and
about 8 tall, topped with slightly darker blue engorged aureolae, each a
hemisphere two feet high and three across, crested by eighteen massive
orgasm-inducing inches of six inch diameter nipple.
And those were just the breasts.
Below, a massive silver ass connected to a pair of severely swollen hips
and thighs, blue on top, silver on the bottom,  looking to be belong to
a figure twice the size it was, the junction between being overfilled with
a massive, swollen vagina in dark blue, one tentacle plunging between the
freshly formed nether lips, molding and extruding a massive silver clit
peeping from between them, forming it to an 8-inch across, 2 feet tall
bulb guarding the crevice below.
"That is so sexy," Yanine said, one hand between her legs, her full and
firm breasts erect with arousal, nipples poking hard into her latex top.
"M-my matress," Meryl just gasped, staring at the curvy figure, "look at
what it did to my matress."
"You mean, what it's doing to your matress," Kari observed, feeling the
patch between her legs get moist and her heartbeat quickening.
"W-what do you mean ?"
"Just look."

The tall flower bud standing where the pond had been had opened, its dark
petals covering the entire surface of the pond, giving off a thick scent
that filled the clearing, a sugary sweet sensation that filled the nose
and made all three of them a little light in the head.
The vines carried Big Blue, as they quickly dubbed the inflatable female
figure, towards the core of the plant, turning her around so she was
facing the flower core legs first, breasts up, head towards the trio.
From the central stem of the plant developed a penis-like projection that
penetrated the inflatable, and inflating, vagina, Blue's mountainous
gas-filled mammaries shuddering and rising, widening, the aureolae bulging
taller, silver ass deepening and expanding, three of the thick vines
holding Bigger Blue, beginning to thrust it on the quickly swelling plant
penis, while the fourth, now engorged to twice its girth was still fused
to a patch on the right shoulder where the valve was, throbbing, rigid
like a fire hose under pressure.
Huge Blue swelled, her ass already twice as wide as her hips, and still
growing, body inflating, eighteen feet long, shaking and quaking as the
vines thrust it onto the penile projection deep between the swelling
legs, breasts swaying, slowly sinking to the sides as they grew bigger,
the aureolae bulging outwards further and further, nipples engorging into
titanic turgid towers, each eighteen inches thick and four feet long,
and swelling bigger, sagging on their monster mounts as they extruded.
Yanine stepped up to Gigantic Blue's huge head, four times the size of her
own and swelling, and ran her hands over the inflated blue lips, finding
them soft and luscious, and without further thinking, embracing the head
and planting a wild kiss on the massive smiling mouth.
"Sweet," she said, "it's really soft and warm. You ought to feel."
"My matress," Meryl wailed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Kari carefully extended her hand and laid it on the huge cheek, feeling
it pulse and jostle under her touch, the warmth inside and the softness
of the envelope. "Weird. Really weird."
The pumping intensified, and Gargantuan Blue's head knocked over their
tent, its saggy breasts a bright blue wall, engulfing one end of the
clearing, a tsunami of lust bouncing up and down under the thrusts,
flattening bushes and knocking over small trees as the 20-foot across,
50-foot long blue boobs slammed down into the ground, and still it grew,
its gargantuan vagina pushing the huge hips outwards, dominated by a
swaying monolith of lust eight feet tall and three across, rising higher
into the night sky, when suddenly with a huge shudder, the thrusting
stopped and the three vines holding all 40 feet of Monster Blue in
position released it, the one stuck on her shoulder released from a six
inch diameter valve, and with a hissing, flubbering sound Shrinking Blue
began to deflate and wither. 
"I'm going to get mine," Yanine said, eyes sparkling, "that was SO cool."
Meryl sat down stunned, trying to comprehend what had just happened,
while Yanine dove into the collapsed tent.

Yanine emerged from the remains of their shelter, dragging a king size
black air matress out of it, excitedly calling, "heeeeere's Blackie,
coming at you in black and lovin' it bigger!"
Kari shook her head, "you not serious about doing that, are you ?"
"You bet I am! And this ain't plastic - this is the real deal; highest
quality real latex, custom made to my specifications!
Yanine thrust the matress at the limp vines, and they instantly came back
to life, shooting forward at lightning speed, constricting the matress,
trying to squash it into a roll, then started sliding over it, and almost
right away, one vine found the valve and locked on, and the matress began
to bulk up, but maintained its shape, and Yanine laughed, "take that, you
weird alien vegetable - that's a real, all-natural latex, super stretch,
custom made fuck matress, designed to take a gang bang pounding!"
"What do you mean by that, Yanine," Kari asked, her face puzzled.
"I had it made for this movie I did," Yanine said triumphantly, watching
the square matress grow slowly, "I fucked over forty guys and twenty gals
completely senseless on top of that thing."
The three vines had stopped trying to deform the matress, withdrawing
back into the mud under the flower petals, as the one connected to the
matress valve swelled, and with it, the matress engorged as well, already
having grown from its original six by six by one foot size to nearly
double the surface and thrice the height, a black wall menacingly
approaching their camp.
"Damn, I wanna get on there," Yanine said lustfully.
"Could be dangerous," Kari warned, seeing the growth rate accelerate.
"Fuck dangerous," the black woman said, staring defiantly at Kari, "I'm
going to do it," while a shadow fell over them.
"You may have a problem doing that. And we all have a very big problem
as well," their red-haired expedition leader said, nodding, pointing up.
Hovering just over their heads was Yanine's matress - a giant, black, 30
by 30 feet square some 20 feet high - and growing.
Yanine reached up and ran her hands over the bottom surface, moaning in
delight at the silky soft, pliable touch, feeling the material stretch
and expand under her fingers, passing 40 feet per side and not letting up
the pace, stretching over the clearing.
"I wonder how much longer this thing can keep that up," Meryl said softly,
having gathered up Deflated Blue and gazing up, her arms full of the
massive inflatable, fingering its rubbery valve.
"Until the shape fails, I guess," Kari said.
"Not gonna happen," Yanne said defiantly, "so this thing either brings it
on bigtime - or gives up."

The words had only just left her mouth when the ground rumbled, and with
a slurping sound, two more large flower buds rose up out of the mud,
snaking onto the ground to their left and right on their stems, remaining
closed, and the only other thing from the plant that was visible was the
one engorged vine connected to the black overhead balloon box.
Its corners and sides had bowed out a little more than by design, but
otherwise it was still in its intended shape.
"Not bad for a rookie," Yanine said tauntingly, "I'd say that's some fifty
feet on each side, and lord only knows how high it's gotten. Awesome."
"You think it's done," Meryl said, looking up in mild fear, busy neatly
packing what had been her matress in her pack.
"I guess so," Yanine said, "it looks nice now though - reminds me of that
movie we did in this bouncy castle; except this would be better. Canvas
really chafes, you know."
"I really can't comprehend how you can live like that," Meryl said.
"Me neither," Kari said, "although you have made me curious, Yanine."
"You ought to come to an audition or tryout, Kari - oh don't look at me
like that, we really do everything safe these days, so don't worry."
"Well, I don't know, I mean what if, or whether I'm  ..."
"If you don't like it, or freak out at the audition - no harm done,
equally good friends. We're not going to do anything with or to you unless
you consent to it."
"Will you stop doing that," Meryl said irritably, snapping her pack shut.
"Stop what ?"
"Trying to recruit poor Kari for your ... vile ... underworld."
"There's nothing wrong with what I do, Meryl. Perhaps you should come as
well to see that with your own eyes."
Meryl opened her mouth to fire a vicious barb when the ground split open
along the bed of the little stream, starting at the pond and opening
like a zipper towards the far end, and on the perimeter of the clearing
trees fell out into the edge of the forest with a loud splintering sound.

From the crack at their feet came a giant, smooth tentacle that lazily
swung upwards, and Yanine ran from under Blackie Fuckbed, whooping at
seeing its 30 feet height, as the massive dark grey tentacle, nearly 5
feet in diameter, lined with pulsing, soft-glowing blue veins swung out,
its mouthlike tip probing the bed, moving towards the umbilical, which
gently released with a slurping 'pop', the latex valve and plug having
grown with the bed, the stem a foot across and three high.
"Oh damn that is sexy," Yanine moaned, as the larger tentacle sucked the
valve stem into its tip and locked in place, "I wonder how far this thing
can take my little Blackie."
She'd barely finished speaking when with a deep thrumming roar, Blackie
began swelling again, advancing like a massive black thundercloud, the
roar rising in pitch to a shrieking roar, the black bed growing faster,
rising into the sky, stretching past the clearing, its leading edges
brushing the tops of trees as it just kept getting bigger and bigger,
already a 150 by 150 foot sky-blotting square towering nearly 100 foot
tall, the shriek turning to a scream, the umbilical trembling as it
forced more fill into Blackie, the edges lost beyond the treeline as
it swelled and swelled, never losing its shape, until the umbilical
suddenly fell limp, Blackie towering menacingly overhead.
"I wonder if that means its giving up," Yanine smiled wickedly.
"Look at the SIZE of that thing," Kari gasped, "I can't even see the
far edge of it over the trees."
"Well, at least we have shelter now," Meryl said sarcastically, "even if
all we've got to sleep on is some sick twisted blow-up doll and a one
person foam pad."
"Trade you for a new pool matress when we get back," Yanine grinned.
"You bitch! Is sex all you can think of ?"
"Right now ? Oh yeah. That, and wondering what that thing," she indicated
the thick tentacle, "is going to do to next."
Meryl balled her fists and started towards Yanine, when Kari jumped
between them, "Cut it out, both of you, will you ? Don't we have a bigger
problem than this right now ?"
As if to punctuate Kari's words, the flaccid umbilical came to life,
erecting to full girth and more, forcing the ground apart as it began to
swell and distend, pushing the monster matress higher into the sky and
away from them, showing the 300 foot wide, 200 foot tall wall to them
while its sole link to the ground kept engorging, pushing the soil apart
as it swelled to nearly 20 feet across, its blue veins flashing sharply,
the surface pulsing and flowing, trembling with effort.
"Oh, this looks really bad," Meryl mumbled.
"Or really good, depending on what you're going for," Yanine said, her
eyes hungrily staring at the huge post and the floating black monster
it led up to, trying to imagine just how much bigger it would get, and
whether it would sustain its form; the sides were already hemispherical,
corners bulging dangerously, and the area around the valve was distended
far away from the convex side, "but damn, Blackie puts up a good fight."
"I wonder for how much longer," Kari said, "that thing looks awfully
determined to put a big dent in your Blackie."
"It'll have to try harder," Yanine stated firmly, "much harder."

It did just that.
With a deep trembling, thundering ROAR, Blackie began to grow again,
rising higher into the midnight sky, its walls having formed a massive
tube now nearly 300 feet high, the sides each over 500 heaving feet long,
and still Blackie grew bigger, until it reached a staggering 750 feet on
each side by 400 bulging feet high, a monstrous black latex castle of air,
trembling and bobbing in the night breeze.
"Dear god," Meryl mumbled, "it's enormous. No, bigger than that."
"I so want to touch it," Yanine said, "and more than that. Much more."
"I wonder why it stopped," Kari mumbled, "I don't like this one bit."
"It's still sort of keeping its shape - OK, the walls are a bit poofy,
but you can still see what it's supp ..." Yanine's words stuck in her
throat and her jaw dropped.
Creaking and squealing, Blackie began to change shape, growing narrower
and longer, the distended area around the valve bulging out further and
further, Meryl cowering "it's going to blow!" but it didn't.
"Do you think its doing what I think its doing," Kari asked, both amazed
and aghast at the morphing black shape above them, shifting from a bulging
bed to an even bulgier feminine, the valve bulge having reformed into a
giant head, massive shoulders and arms forming on the walls, the far
end having split in a rough 'Y' shape where legs were forming from the
blocky black bed.
The proto-figure stretched, narrowed, lengthened and formed, the excess
volume from the bed divided between its thighs, ass, and its boobs.
"I'm going to have an orgasm," Yanine moaned, "ohman - I'm so going to
have an orgasm - look at those boobs. They're freaking insane. Lovely!"
Sprouting from Blackie's chest were a pair of lemons. Black, saggy lemons
a quarter of a mile long and half as thick, slowly flopping to either
side of the body, jutting sideways, the slighty pointed tips bulging,
distending, engorging into giant puffy aureolae, with a big fold in the
middle, from which pushed big, fat bulbous knobs, extruding, until with a
resounding, chest-thumping pop they fully emerged, obscenely swelling
into giant craggy outcrops cresting the smooth curves below.
"This is sick," Meryl said weakly, "really, really, unbelievably sick."
"If it really was, why is there one hand in your skirt - or are you just
excited to see us," Kari observed.
"Shut up, Kari. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your ineptitude."
"Oh yeah Meryl," Yanine jumped in, "like YOU could have done better."
"And you ... you ... you ... vile ... wretched ... porn witch - you have
absolutely no right to speak up!"
Yanine stepped forward, fists ready, when the ground rocked, and all
three of them tumbled down as a loud burping, drumming sound assaulted
their hearing, and the ground under their feet vibrated.
They looked up in fear and expectation, then puzzlement.
Blackie was shrinking. Fast.

Kari was first on her feet, and stared up, puzzled, while star-studded
sky slowly returned the moon peeped from behind a shrinking breast,
and within a matter of minutes, the massive tentacle released a much
smaller Blackie into the riven clearing, pulling back into its lair
under the surface, the hole it left behing collapsing as the mounds of
dirt around it began sliding in.
Yanine followed Blackie down, intending to catch her prize, but instead
of lightly catching what she thought was a 7 foot doll, she got buried
under 30 avalanching feet of hard inflated latex figure falling onto her.
"Holy fuck," she said, crawling from under it and walking up the figure,
one hand on the tautly inflated skin, "this is astounding. I can't wait
to use this in a production," running her hands on the massive jutting
juggs dominating the body, climbing onto Blackie, "Unbelievable! This
thing is so incredibly solid, I bet you could do a gang bang on it," and
rubbing up against the black bulging boobs again.
In the background, the three flower bulbs had slowly unfurled, and
the clearing began to fill with a sweet, thick scent.
"Hot damn," Yanine said, feeling between her legs," this thing so turns
me on, you wouldn't believe how horny I am."
"Good for you," Meryl said, visibly uncomfortable, "you can have it all,
because I don't want nothing to do with this whole situation."
"I have to admit," Kari said, gyrating her hips, "that it doesn't exactly
leave me untouched either."
Yanine sat down, straddling the huge black figure under her, lying down
on it, and stole a sideways glance at one of the open flowers, which
seemed to beckon her, "you know ... I sure could use a good fuck now."
"Sorry," Meryl sneered, "I left my designer dildo at home."
"You have one then ?"
"Only in your perverted dreams, sex-addicted bitch!"
Yanine stuck up her middle finger, and slid off Blackie.
"Where are you going," Meryl demanded.
"Going to get my fix. You called me a sex junkie - and I need a shot."
"Your addicted brain so foggy you forgot we're lost in the woods and
it's god-knows-what-time in the night ?"
"No," the black woman said, sultrily stepping towards one of the large
flowers, "I haven't forgotten. But clearly your frigid brain - if you
even have one - has missed a very unique ... opportunity."
"Oh come on," Kari said, shaking her head, "you've got to be kidding."
"Au contraire, my dear sweet flame-haired friend," Yanine said, stepping
up next to the 8 foot tall flower stem and running a finger down its
surface, which felt like a cob of corn, sending it shivering, then put
her hands on it, pulled up one leg and ground her body into it, then
turned around, pushing her latex-clad ass hard into the silvery grey stem,
looking at the other two, a hungry look in her eyes, "I'm very serious.
And judging by the sensation on my ass, so is this thing - oh yeah!"

Yanine stood upright, her back against the stem, still pushing her ample
ass into it, gyrating and shaking her rump, as the plant formed a penile
projection that slid under her ass between her legs, Yanine running her
crotch over it, moaning, while the projection erected into a huge, silver
grey cock oozing a clear liquid from its tip.
Without thinking, Yanine swung her leg over it and knelt down, licking
the long shaft from base to tip, moaning softly, planting kisses on it
every few inches until she got to the top.
"Uh, are you sure that's safe to do," Kari asked, sitting on a boulder
a few yards away from where Yanine was performing her act.
Instead of immediately answering, the black pornstar lapped the thick
juice onto her tongue, and swallowed it, licked her lips, then planted
a kiss on the head of the plantcock, beginning to jerk it off, then
looked at Kari, "tastes perfectly safe - sweet, but not sugary, nice
and spicy, and it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. I want more."
She turned back and found another big drop on the tip, and swallowed it,
beginning to jerk with both her hands, sucking with her lips, curling her
tongue over it, drinking more and more of the liquid, and the more she
drank, the hornier she got.
Finally, she took the massive cock deep in her mouth, determined to give
this thing the best possible blowjob she was capable of giving, because
damn, it sure beat out all of her male counterparts.
It pulsed and throbbed in her mouth, ejaculating more and more of the
delicious liquid, and she hungrily drank it all, wanting more, and more
of it, as she felt her breasts strain in the latex top, nipples pushing
deep into the stretchy material, feeling fuller, and firmer than ever
before - damn, she was so aroused.
Finally she had enough of the blowjob, and slowly let the throbbing cock
out of her mouth, licking every last drop of liquid from it.
She wanted - no, had to have it - in another hole, and badly. And fast.
"This thing's fucking hot - you should let it have a go, Kari," she said
while she flipped up her latex miniskirt, pulled her string to one side
and gingerly pushed the head of the eighteen inch silver boner in her
swollen vagina, feeling it prance and buck as she maneuvered it inside,
sliding over it, determined to get as much of it as she could.
Her ass hit the stem as she took the entire length of the cock, and for
fun, she gyrated it a little bit, feeling the big member inside of her
throb and pulse happily while she gingerly began thrusting on it,
feeling her breasts jiggle in her tight top as she hit the stem on every
stroke, feeling the big silver cock fill her pussy with juice, beginning
to match her strokes with jets of liquid, as Yanine upped the pace and
intensity of her fucking.

She ground against the stem, feeling tendrils sliding over her hips, up
her body, wrapping around her waist, pulling her upright with her back
against the stem, as the cock in her pussy began to thrust on its own,
continuing the relentless pace she had set moments before.
Two more tendrils sprouted and slid under her taut top, the silver grey
contrasting against Yanine's dark brown skin and the black top she wore,
their progress over her bobbing breasts looking like veins rising out of
her skin, sending her giggling, "oh, that's such a weird feeling - not
unpleasant, but, haha, they tickle," sliding up the near-black aureolae,
making her gasp in near-orgasm, caressing, and then engulfing the swollen,
fingertip size nipples at the tops.
She arched her back, ran her hands over her top, feeling the pulsing
tendrils below, like veins on her skin, sliding down to her crotch,
rubbing her hands over her clit and pussy, the silver cock still pistoning
in and out in a steady pace, then laughed, "best sex I ever had!"
"Isn't that a sad comment," Meryl said bitterly, standing behind Kari,
arms folded, "that your best sexual experience in life is decided by some
freaky flora in the middle of some godforsaken forest."
"You wouldn't even know what sex is like - never mind good sex."
Meryl opened her mouth to answer, then snapped it shut when she saw the
verbal trap Yanine had set for her.
She whirled about, head high, and marched off towards the remains of the
tent trying to salvage something from it.
Yanine laughed, then moaned as the tendrils on her breasts began to
dig in, feeling their slow throbbing pulse vibrate through her tits,
feeling the pressure the tips put on her hard, supersensitive nipples.
"I'm serious Kari," she managed between moans and pants, "you got to
give this thing a chance - damn, it gives a good fuck - very good."
"That's not all it is good at," Kari observed, "I don't know if you
noticed, but in the last minute, your boobs have gotten bigger - a lot!"

Yanine looked down and laughed - Kari was right.
Her overflowing handfuls were progressing to overflowing both hands, each,
pushing out her top, stretching it, the latex clinging to them like a
layer of skin showing every detail of her multiplying mammaries, from
the pulsing, throbbing tendrils, the smooth swelling curves, the deepening
cleavage, to the intensely swollen, and fast swelling, aureolae topped by
her engulfed nipples which were leading a high-impact charge, fighting
valiantly against their latex containment.
They bulged out of her top, dark brown breasts, nearly black aureolae,
and silver tendrils, and kept growing, stressing the creaking material
until with an explosive rip, the zipper at the back burst apart, sending
the two huge chocolate orbs flying, and they kept swelling, until they
were just over twice head size, when all the tendrils withdrew.
Yanine staggered to maintain her balance, finding it with some difficulty.
"Hot damn," she said, feeling up her tits, "this is amazing," slowly
swinging them side to side, taking one in both hands and lifting it up,
going wow at the dinnerplate size, bulging aureolae, each topped by an
enormous 5 inch long, two inch thick nipple.
"K-kari ? Would you do me a favor - please ?" Yanine murmured, running
one hand over the massive mammaries, the other buried in the soft wet
folds between her legs, slowly walking towards her friend, bouncing
and jiggling all the way.
"What is it," her red-haired friend asked, staring at the approaching,
bouncing, jiggling chocolate balls, a fire lighting between her own legs.
Yanine sat down on Kari's lap, straddling her, and buried her friend's
head between her twin engorged peaks, submerging it in a dark valley of
sweet aromatic delights as they came to rest, "suck my tits."
"Are you serious," Kari whispered, burrowing her face deeper between
the firm, warm mounds, squeezing them together with her arms, pale hands
digging into dark skin, her heart beating faster as arousal bubbled up
inside her like searing hot magma about to erupt with a vengeance.
"Yesss," Yanine said, snuggling closer, "I'm serious - suck my tits," as
she put her hands on Kari's and pushed them deeper, almost entirely
burying the head between the bulging black rack.

Kari's head spun with conflicting thoughts, going from raging lust and
desire to mild panic and round a few times before her wheel of fortune
rattled to a definite, unwavering halt at "Shameless lust", reluctantly
pulling her head from between the two giant gazongas, then instantly
homed in on her target, planting a firm kiss on one of Yanine's bulging
aureola, right at the edge, then tongued her way up to the top, delighting
in the moans, giggles and sighs it drew, ending with a firm kiss on the
moist, swollen nipple, standing fully erect on its base.
Without hesitation, Kari lapped her tongue over its top, then took it
into her mouth, sucking it in, feeling it swell a little, locking her lips
tight around it, her mouth filling as the nipple exuded a sweet juice,
finally swallowing the mouthful - and desiring more of it.
"Yes, you like that, don't you Kari," Yanine whispered as her friend
sucked harder, "you want more - heck, I want more - but I don't have it."
Kari didn't listen and kept sucking, and slowly, Yanine got up and
began walking backwards, pulling Kari with her, guiding her towards the
plant's stem, until it wound its tendrils around Kari's body, pulling her
up against the grey shaft, snaking over her body, Yanine unbuttoning
her trousers and guiding one of the tendrils inside.
Kari let go of Yanine's nipple and wanted to speak up, but a small
branch of the plant snaked over her ear onto her lower lip, jetting some
liquid into her mouth, stilling the words but firing her lust.

Meryl had refused to watch the scene but when she heard nothing she
turned around to see the plant's tendrils slipping over Kari, Yanine
rubbing up against the stem, smiling.
"This is your doing, isn't it," Meryl demanded, "you witch!"
"Come closer," Yanine taunted, "and you can feel the magic, too."
"Bitch! Hasn't it occurred to you that unlike you, she has a life she may
want to go back to if and when this is all over ? Her own - not that ...
that ... depraved existence ... you rot in."
"You're just jealous - and afraid. Afraid you'll like it."
Meryl opened her mouth to shoot back another vicious barb when Kari let
out a deep crooning howl.
A muffled crack sounded, and Kari's bustline fell, and immediately rose
back up again, filling her lumberjack shirt, stressing it, and holding
it there for a moment.
She opened her eyes and shook the red hair out of her face and smiled
stupidly, "hey Yanine, this all it's got ?"
The answer came immediately, as Kari's chest heaved, then surged, each
button on her shirt turning into a tiny UFO launching into the darkness
at lightspeed, as a pair of enormous pale hooters burst free, tearing
the remains of the shirt that didn't get out of the way quickly enough
to shreds, bulging outwards, surpassing Yanine's cavernous cleavage,
and still expanding, until they were three times as large, bobbing
gently up and down.
"Oh wow," Yanine managed, staring in envy and amazement.
"More," Kari pleaded, "I want more - be bigger - much bigger."
"You don't know what you're saying - look at yourself," Meryl scolded.
"Attagirl," Yanine whooped, "fuck it for all its worth - go for it!"
Kari laughed, "stand back, this might get messy."
A deep tremor ran through the ground.

The stem holding Kari grew, first lazily, speeding up, bulging until it
was twice its original size, standing over 15 feet tall and 6 across,
lifting its redhaired victim into the air, sending the massive boobs
flopping and jiggling about, before they got cradled in large spidery
branches sprouting off the enlarged stem, holding up the enormous orbs,
enveloping the 2 foot long, foot thick nipples topping Kari's colossal
cups completely.
"Oh shit," Yanine whispered, "this thing means business."
"Still happy with what you did to her," Meryl sneered.
"Bit late for second thoughts now, doncha think ?"
The ground rocked, Kari let out a deep gasping moan - and grew.
Not just her gargantuan breasts, but her body overall, her denim pants
tightening around her legs, popping at the seams, before exploding,
the hiking boots on her feet putting up a valiant fight, but with
muffled thumps, they fell to the ground one by one, shredded, only to
be stomped into the dirt by Kari's feet, a veritable goddess of porn
standing 10 feet tall, long red hair cascading over her shoulders, with
monstrously huge tits still cradled in vines standing off her chest,
each at least 8 feet diameter, huge bulging red discs topping them.
"Oh dear lord," Meryl mumbled, "we're in trouble now."
"Yanine," Kari whispered, "do me a favor."
"I can't suck your tits hon, they're a bit ... outside ... my capacity."
"That's not what I want. Get me Meryl's mattress-doll. Now."
Yanine wheeled around and walked towards Meryl's pack, and got viciously
tackled, with Meryl tryng to jump on her, "no fucking way."
"Oh, way," Yanine said, grabbing Meryl by the arm and slinging her into
the remnants of the tent, tangling her in the cloth and cords long enough
to retrieve the item Kari had asked for and hand it over.
"Bitch," Meryl snapped, taking a swing at Yanine, "I'll get you for that."
Her blow went wild as the ground convulsed.

Kari grew again, while she herself made the blue and silver doll grow,
in leaps and bounds, and while the redhead swelled to 15 feet, she made
the doll grow to over three times her own size.
"Nooo," Meryl wailed, as Kari inflated the doll bigger and bigger, already
way past what the plant had achieved, the blue body stretching 60 foot
head to toe, while the plant made Kari grow again, until she rose 20 feet
tall, her boobs ballooning bigger and faster.
"More," Yanine cheered, while the blue doll swelled, Kari's inflation
effort now plant-assisted as a tentacle attached itself to the other
shoulder of the doll, and it swelled bigger, the translucent body over
100 foot tall, each sky blue breast bigger than a hot air balloon, and
growing fast, while Kari grew again, to 30 feet, the blue doll bulging
to over 200 feet, its curves bulging dangerously, stress marks starting
to line its surface.
"It's going to blow," Meryl whimpered.
"I sure hope so," Yanine said hungrily.
"Bitch! That was mine! I hope she makes yours explode too!"
Yanine laughed loudly. "Fat chance."
"Then I'll make it pop," she vowed, "whatever it takes."
"Yeah right - you don't have the means or the guts for that."
Without another word, Meryl stomped to one of the other flower stems,
while over their heads, 40 feet of Kari exhaled one massive breath too
many into the 300 foot plus doll, and with a thundering crack, it split
open along a silver and blue seam, falling apart at its rather explosive
depressurization, leaving Kari dizzy and dazed from the intense blast.
Yanine looked around, seeing Meryl lifting her skirt and unceremoniously
pressing her ass into the stem which instantly reacted triggering a
brief shriek, then decided that the last plant stem deserved some action,
and snugled up to it, feeling it mold to her body.
"Oh yes," she said, "come to Yanine - gimme a better shot than Meryl."

Meryl felt the thing get into her underwear and briefly considered being
prudent and stepping away, then remembered her vow and her anger, and
instead, pressed harder, as it slipped past, inside her, filling her up,
as more tentacles around her waist pulled her onto the stem, and the
fancy fress she wore began filling out, becoming more like a medieval
bodice, showing plenty of luscious flesh without revealing much, while
the shredded remains of her shoes popped off.
Meryl laughed like a madwoman while her designer clothes fell apart,
a pair of milky white breasts flopping out, while she rose on her stem,
her body rising, to half Kari's height already.
Opposite her, Yanine was growing, silver tentacles contrasting her ebony
skin, her latex miniskirt valiantly stretching, blasting off her like a
rubber band, as she too raced skywards, reaching out to grab the object
of both their attentions, the black latex doll that once was Yanine's
airbed, but not before Meryl had also grabbed hold of it, their tug of
war ending as both lost their grip while they rose level with Kari, the
doll lost between their collective cleavages, now rubbing up against each
other; ebony, tan and cream, bulging outwards, all caught in a silver
network of pumping veins, joining together, interlinking.
With a 'plop', the doll shot up on top of the three-way boobfest, and
both Yanine and Meryl made a grab for it, but before they could reach
it, Kari snatched it away from them, turned it over a few times, then
put her lips to the valve on top of the head, smiled, and drew breath.
"Pop it, Kari, pop it for me," Meryl pleaded, "make it blow."
"Never gonna happen," Yanine laughed, shaking her body and sending
waves of arousal through the interlocking web holding them all together.
Kari exhaled, and the doll grew a little, but nothing spectacular, so,
she repeated her action, but didn't get any major growth out of it.
"Y'know," Yanine said, "I think we need assistance. Big assistance."

Kari blew again, and this time, the web of veins shoved them apart a
little, and two thick silvergrey tentacles shot up, locked onto the 
doll's shoulders and began providing the requested assistance.
Kari blew again, and the doll surged outwards, doubling in size, as
she felt the silver netting around her body and boobs tighten, then
relax, thinking nothing of it, until she saw the treetops a good deal
nearer than they had been, smiled, and blew again.
Yanine convulsed in orgasm, hungrily eyeing the swelling doll, as her
redhead friend releaed another blast of breath, feeling tree branches
brush her back and tickle her, setting her giggling as the black
latex form overhead grew to 150 feet head to toe, its monster boobs
sagging sideways already, displaying the ridiculously overengorged
aureolae and hose-like nipples prominently.
Meryl felt liberated, zealously looking for signs of failure on the
huge doll, as it swelled past 300 feet, the intense throb in her pussy
and nipples clouding her rational brains, reaching out and grabbing onto
one of the doll's upper arms, and instantly, a side branch of the tentacle
on the shoulder molded her a valve she locked her lips on, and she sent
home another blast together with Kari, 500 foot of doll suspended above
them, Yanine reaching out as well and getting a valve too, and in
unison, they blew, and blew, and blew, while the forest receded below
them, the doll stretching bigger and bigger; 1000 feet, 2000 feet, 4000
feet, a mile, two miles, their heads in low clouds, still inflating,
three miles, five grand miles of black latex doll and no sign of stress,
seven miles, when Meryl glanced over her shoulder and let go of her valve,
which began to noisily dump air until a tentacle branch closed it.
"What're you doing," Yanine asked from behind a black wall, "I hear air
escaping - did you get what you want ?"
"No, and I stopped caring. But look over your shoulder - downwards."
"Why woul ... oh DEAR ... Kari, you'd best have a look as well."
Kari pinched the valve with one hand and gazed back and down, gaping in
awe as the dark forest below them was lined with pulsing rivers of silver,
from which uprights rose and supported them in the sky, with a large,
throbbing silver orb sitting at the center, pumping ... something ...
down the rivers.
"I think," she said delicately, "that we went too far."

They hung in the air together with the moment, when Yanine suddenly let
out a great gasp, followed by a deep moan, letting go of the valve in her
hand, which too was quickly pinched shut by a branch, her face a strange
mix of agony and extasy.
"Are you okay," Kari asked, concerned.
"Oh-ooooooooh yeaaaah, I'm ... I'm f-fine. Screw, this thing is making
me cum so fucking hard - y-you better get ready for it too. A-and it's
sucking my tits real damn good, too," the dark-skinned porn star moaned
between convulsions of lust as she began sinking and shrinking, while
the thing below got bigger, unrolling a tentacle to replace Yanine's
place on the doll.
Kari was next, losing her grip on the main valve as she descended into
stormy seas of lust, gradually diminishing, the long slender finger of
alien biomass covering the valve, then growing out over the surface.
Last in line was Meryl, who grunted and moaned, trying to resist the
intense waves of pleasure echoing through her rapidly declining body
while another projection shot up past her, taking her place, and the
three of them descended, and shrank, mostly back to their original
sizes, but not quite their proportions, while above them, the monstrous
black latex figure was constricted more and more into the silvery web as
more projections shot up and attached to it at various points.
They were set down not far from the big central blob, their packs and kit
lying in the berm of earth displaced by whatever it was, but it had
completely replaced the clearing and the nearby forest edge with its
enormous bulk, still sending more tentacles skywards.
"Oh my god," Meryl mumbled, "it's growing again."
They craned their necks up and saw the gargantuan black latex figure
expand further and further, its 7-mile height becoming a 10-mile height
as its color began to change from jet black to greyish, contrasting
against the sky as it swelled bigger, 12 miles, each monster tit an
unbelievable saggy balloon twice the size of the body, hanging sideways,
with massively distended aureolae topped with bulging, twisting, extruding
nipples that grew about twice as fast as almost anything else on it.
"You look awesome," Yanine remarked to Kari, "damn, you're hot."
"and I got boobs, too," Kari giggled, hefting the one-and-a-half handful
on each size to get a good feel, "and really sensitive too."
"How do I look," Meryl mumbled, her eyes still screwed shut.
"You're OK hon," Yanine said, "but you're a lot bigger than you were."
With her eyes shut, Meryl brought her shaking hands to her chest, and
dug them deep in her near-head size breasts. And released. And squeezed
again, opening her eyes and grinning madly.
"You look happy," Kari ventured, "but I always thought ..."
"You always hate what you can't get - jealousy you know."
"How do I look," Yanine asked.
"You make both of us look flat," Meryl said, grinning savagely.
"Uh, I think I know something else that makes us look flat, too," Kari
said, pointing up at over 20 miles of bulging, piling, ghost white doll
expanding overhead, the boobs undulating in the night wind, its monster
nipples knocking down trees in the distance, extending further and
further out from their bases, while the figure grew larger, until with
a surprisingly soft, but warm, "whoosh" it completely disintegrated,
knocking them to the ground, the warm wind making them drowsy and sleepy
as it blew past.

Kari woke the next morning, naked, lying in an earthen berm tangled
with Yanine, Meryl and their kit, and upon liberating herself she
crawled to the edge of the berm, and rubbed her eyes.
A large sparkling lake of clear water filled the void in the forest,
reflecting the morning sun into her squinting eyes.
Briefly she wondered if all of it had been a dream, but a single feel
to her chest confirmed otherwise.
In the background she could make out the distinctive silhouette of one
of the most prominent peaks in the forest - Devil's Hand - and looking
back on her sleeping friends she couldn't help but wonder how well
this corner of the park had lived up to its mythical reputation.
At least, she figured, it would be easy to find a way back now that
she knew where they were.
On the way back down the berm she picked up her pack, lying half under
a large ghostly white shred that was slowly withering in the light, and
half-wondered two things - if ther was anything in ther that would fit
her, and how she was going to explain this one without too many questions.
But this sure had been one hell of an interesting camping trip.

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