Suzie found herself having a much easier time thinking straight. It was kinda funny in a weird sort of way – she had just made the decision to give in to the growth and allow herself to go mad with power and yet here she was, feeling an awful lot less mad. The fact that she’d broken out of the confines of the strip club probably helped. The cramped space had been extremely uncomfortable but also had resulted in all of her extremely ample sex bits pressing against each other in ways that felt really, really good and were really, really distracting. To say nothing of the inherent panic resulting from the mere possibility that the building’s structural integrity might outlast her own. Now that none of that was an issue, she found it a lot easier to think about other things rather than just monofocusing on her growth.

The most pressing of which was wondering where the fuck Jessi was. Mostly because oh god there was an actual real possibility she’d accidentally eaten her. Or that she’d gotten squashed by the strip club. And even if she was entirely okay, she would still be somewhere on Suzie’s still-growing body, and getting off was going to be... interesting. At this point she had absolutely no idea how big she was, but there was no way that a normal sized person – or even a seven foot tall amazon like Jessi – would be able to safely make their way down to the ground. Especially not while Suzie was still getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

If anything, it would probably be safest for Jessi to just fucking stay on top of her until she finished growing. Except not really, because by the time Suzie was done, the climb down would be the kind of trek that would give even an experienced and well prepared mountaineer pause. To say nothing of the fact that she wasn’t the most... stable of surfaces. Even splayed out on the city streets as she was, her body was moving and undulating and thrusting on reflex. Ideally she’d, like, not be doing that? But she tried not to and it didn’t work. Standing up was out of the question – there was absolutely no way, regardless of where on her body Jessi even was, that it wouldn’t result in the much smaller woman falling.

And it was a very, very long way to the ground.

And so Suzie elected to just stay the fuck where she was. As still as she could manage – which, as established, was honestly not very still at all. But it was the best that she was gonna get for the foreseeable future. She did her level best to resist the urge to play with herself, as that would just make things worse. Not like she particularly needed to masturbate. Each surge of growth was accompanied by a hands-free orgasm. And the surges were coming quicker and bigger and the climaxes getting more intense and copious. She could feel her body bowling over buildings with every surge, the ground creaking and groaning and cracking from the hundreds of thousands of tons of rabbit. She didn’t even have to move to be the single most devastating catastrophe in decades – maybe even centuries. And she was still going. She was already way bigger than she’d ever even considered possible and there was no sign yet that she was gonna even kinda sorta slow down a bit maybe, let alone stop.

And, for now, that was just about all she could do. Just lie there and let it happen to her. That was another little bit of irony – for all her newfound size and power, she couldn’t really do anything with it. Even if she was basically a god, the part of her that was firmly convinced of that fact had also implicitly agreed not to hurt any littles if she could help it. And, again, there was a little right there on her body right now and so both parts of her agreed it would prolly be for the best to not do anything until they could safely get her off.

It was, now that she thought of it, probably not a great sign that she was acting as though there were any actual conversation going on between two different entities rather than just a normal internal debate. Though, on the other hand, she’d kind of already burned that particular bridge when she’d specifically made the decision to allow herself to go mad with power. Claiming sanity was just a wee bit disingenuous at this point.

In the meantime, though, she was stuck here. Alone. Incapable of moving without running the risk of killing someone and incapable of even existing without causing god fucking knows how many billions of billions of dollars of property damage. Which was a fucking depressing train of thought, and one she’d rather not allow herself to follow. Until now she’d managed to avoid the more unpleasant realities of her situation. Macros can’t go to the movies or eat bad fast food or read books or post on Facebook. Macros can’t hang out with non-macros – fuck, even normal macros were kind of out of the question if Jessi’s ten mile estimate was even close to accurate. Speaking of out of the question, work was also out of the question. Fuck not fitting in the building, she probably couldn’t fit in the tri-state area. She hadn’t exactly gotten on particularly amazingly with any of her coworkers, but even if she was bigger than some countries she was still going to need to eat. Quite a lot more than she used to. And she was going to have to pay for all that food somehow.

And oh god speaking of her coworkers, there was also all that drama with Miranda that was just going to sit there unresolved forever. Okay, yes, dragging her to a strip club and then ditching her had been kind of a dick move, but it was a dick move. People do shitty things all the time and otherwise they mostly got along okay. She was still mad at her but not “I never want to see or talk to you again” levels of mad, but she didn’t get to make that decision – her body had done it for her. She hated leaving it like this, but what else could she do? The only way she’d ever be able to meaningfully interact with her again was if she somehow, in some fucking wild-ass coincidence so unlikely that if it turned out to be true she would immediately buy like eight lottery tickets, Miranda turned out to also be a hyper macro. No, there was absolutely no way that was gonna turn out to be the case. Not in a million years.

Of course, it’d be nice. It wasn’t like there was literally no one in the world for her to interact with. A whole five other people in the entire fucking world, yippee. But she would definitely prefer having someone who she was already friends with? Well, okay, someone she knew and didn’t hate. She was still a bit mad at Miranda but she’d have been more than willing to forgive and forget even without it being a hypothetical situation where Miranda was one of only six other people she could ever meaningfully directly interact with again. Honestly, she’d kind of been intentionally invoking Murphy’s law when she’d iterated how impossible it would be for Miranda to also be a hyper macro. Hell, she’d settle for one of the other five hyper macros just sort of conveniently showing up to say hello. That one wouldn’t even be all that unlikely! If there were only five people with their specific condition in the world, it made sense that they’d notice when a sixth popped up outta nowhere, right? Right? Literally anything other than the maddening situation of having to lie perfectly fucking still while she grew and grew because if she didn’t then she’d almost certainly end up accidentally squishing Jessi, who had been very nice to her.

“Jessi? Are you there?” No response. Of course. She’d not really been expecting a response. What kind of response could Jessi give if she was even still alive and intact? Even if Jessi did respond, how could she tell? She almost felt kind of stupid for asking out loud. But, like... fuck it, it felt good to say something. It was better than lying there silently feeling bad about herself and pining for the ability to masturbate. “Um... Okay, if you’re alive, try just sort of stomping really hard? Or something?”

There it was. Faint, she had to strain to even notice it, but it was undeniable. It, somewhat upsettingly, reminded her of a small insect landing directly on her collarbone. Just the tiniest little tickle. “Oh! I felt that! Um... Okay, hello! If anyone can hear this, there’s a person on me! Send a rescue helicopter or something as soon as possible, she’s somewhere around the top of my boobs I think? Maybe? Sorry I can’t be more precise.”

That was about the best that she could do for now, unfortunately. On the plus side, she could all but guarantee that whatever rescue efforts were going on in the city below had heard her. She was pretty sure that they’d have to try not to hear her. God, that was another thing, wasn’t it. Privacy was a thing of the past. She couldn’t think of anywhere in the world that she could go where she’d be far enough from normal sized people for them to not be aware of everything she said and did forever – short of, like, fucking Antarctica. And not only did that sound like a fucking miserable prospect, even there she’d have to deal with scientists and shit. As though there weren’t enough downsides to this.

But at least it felt good. Ha.

Idly, she noticed that a helicopter had, in fact, showed up. Moving extremely slowly and carefully, she pointed as precisely to where Jessi probably was as she could manage. Which, admittedly, wasn’t very – she only had the vaguest idea, and also didn’t want to risk getting too close lest she squash her with her finger. Once she was satisfied that the rescue crew was at least heading in vaguely the right direction, she even more carefully removed her hand from the vicinity. The last thing she wanted was to swat down a rescue helicopter because she wasn’t careful enough. She could, at least, sort of accept the inherent collateral damage of her growth. There wasn’t really much she could think of that she could have reasonably been expected to do to avert any people who might have died up to this point, as much as she’d prefer to ignore the possibility that was the case. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to fucking try and minimize that kind of thing. That’s why she was so eager to get Jessi off of her chest (literally) in the first fucking place.

Well, okay. There was also the fact that she was really, really horny and wanted to get to jerking off. But she had enough self control to wait until the one person she knew was definitely in danger was no longer in danger.

It took a considerable amount of time, and Suzie very briefly worried that something had gone wrong. Especially considering how much she grew in that time, big unpredictable spurts of size. But, sure enough, eventually the helicopter lifted up into the air and fired a flare off, away from her body, which she assumed meant they’d found her. It was hard to tell because it was so fucking small. And, honestly, there were several things the flare could have meant. It could even just have meant “we’re fucking off now, good luck,” though she hoped they’d at least put in enough effort to be certain that Jessi was unsalvageable if that was the case. She was going to assume it wasn’t, if only for the sake of her own mental health. Once she was satisfied that it was solidly out of range, she slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position. The next goal was to wander out to sea and hopefully find somewhere to get off with minimal damage.

She didn’t manage to make it that far, though, because the instant she sat up she saw it.

“Oh my god,” she said, almost laughing from sheer disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Taking a moment to process things, she mentally revised her next course of action to figuring out how the fuck someone of her size would go about buying lottery tickets.

Because she owed herself eight of the fuckin’ things.

~~~~~~

Miranda wasn’t really surprised that she was having a hard time thinking straight. Annoyed, but not surprised. She’d read plenty of literature on the subject – for obvious reasons. She wasn’t an expert herself or anything, just a layperson who happened to be very well read on the subject. She knew roughly what to expect, and more importantly what not to expect. And so she was immediately aware of what was going on the second her hyper puberty had started.

She had always been intellectually aware of the hypothetical possibility that she’d been misdiagnosed. It was something that happened. Not very often, but it wasn’t unusual. Hypers were much more common than macros, even if macros were generally much more obvious. The average doctor was more familiar with hypers than macros and so usually when misdiagnosis happened it was the other way around. But she knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the first hyper who got diagnosed as a macro. She’d just never considered she might be a hyper who got diagnosed as a macro until she discovered that she was. Sort of.

If she was just a hyper misdiagnosed as a macro then her macro blockers would have left her significantly underdeveloped. Which, obviously, wasn’t the case. She was tall and she was curvy. And so, when she started getting taller and curvier, in the specific way she got taller and curvier, she knew what was happening. She didn’t entirely believe it, and to be entirely fair it was absolutely possible that she was wrong. Part of her hoped she was wrong. It would be a little disappointing that she didn’t get to spend time with Suzie after all, and also a lot embarrassing. But on the other hand, at least she’d be able to mostly resume a normal life. And also there was the fact that Maxie was literally directly underneath her, that would be problematic if she turned out to be a hyper macro. Ultimately, gut feelings of overwhelming pleasure aside, it was both more likely and for the best that she was just a hyper.

And then she started to grow again, at which point it was cemented that no actually her gut had been right all along. Which, on the one hand, it felt fucking fantastic. But on the other, somewhat more pressing hand, she was pointedly still mounted on Maxie. Which was where the annoyance came in; obviously she didn’t want to crush this random person beneath her as she grew into a hyper macro, but she couldn’t stop. “Mnnn, fuuuuck~” she groaned, mustering what little willpower she had left to pull herself off of Maxie’s shaft, sliding forward onto the ground ahead. Which kind of resulted in her dragging her increasingly fat full balls across the poor hapless tabby but that was better than being fucked to death so whatever he could deal. “O-okay, now get out of here! Quickly!”

“I, uh, I don’t think that’s an option, babe,” Maxie replied. “Goin’ by how quickly your friend grew, there’s absolutely no way I can outrun you.”

“I-if you start nooooowwwwww~” Miranda found herself interrupted by a surge of growth that destroyed what little remained of her clothing.

“Not with the way you’re growing. You’re gonna hafta start moving in the opposite direction.”

“F-fuuuuuck!”

“Just head for the city, it’s a lost cause anyway. Then I’ll head away from the city. That’s our best bet.”

It was easy for him to say, but actually executing the plan was another matter entirely. No matter how good of an idea it was on paper, Miranda was too fucking horny to move. Slowly, carefully, she pulled herself upright, but that was already pushing it. Her muscles felt like jelly, and that was exacerbated by the fact that she suddenly had a giant fucking penis and a fatter ass and four extra tits, all of which were well beyond twice as big as her original set had been before her hyper puberty. The end result being, to use as few words as possible, that her centre of gravity was absolutely fucked. And before she could get used to it, she got bigger and it shifted again. Even just standing around was more than she could handle, let alone walking.

And that wasn’t the only problem that standing up had caused, she realized. When she was on the ground, she’d been close enough that she could still hear Maxie. But now that she was standing up he was too small and far away. She could hear him shouting, but couldn’t make out what. She was, unfortunately, on her own. “Okay,” she muttered to herself. “I can’t walk. But I don’t gotta walk away, right? I’m big enough that even if I crawl I’ll probably make it back to the city in no time. Right. Okay. That’s the plan, then. Right.”

Of course, once again, it was easy to say, but another thing entirely to do it. Just standing was already more than her body could handle, let alone getting back down to the ground. Not that she needed to be particularly gentle about it, of course. A controlled fall was an option, just a fucking stupid option. It would still hurt, after all. Probably more than if she fell on her face normally because she normally didn’t have a big fucking foxcock in the way. Falling backwards at least meant there would be more padding, but that was counterproductive and could result in her landing on Maxie which was what she was trying to avoid god dammit.

In the end, she elected to just take things slowly. Walking wasn’t an option, and falling wasn’t ideal, but maybe if she was extremely careful, she could at least kneel down? Maybe? Probably not, but frankly she was not going to be able to stay upright for much longer, and if she was gonna fall she’d rather it be on her own terms. At least try, even if she probably wouldn’t succeed. And hey, if she did fall while attempting to get onto her hands and knees, she’d at least almost certainly not land on Maxie – who was, by this point, definitely behind her. Though how far behind her was in question because she was still growing and he was way too small for her to see at this point. At the end of the day, the best she could do was just hope that their extremely irresponsible and ill-thought out impulsive decision wouldn’t get him killed. That would suck.

Of course, the instant she made a conscious effort to try and kneel down but slowly, she completely forgot how to even do it quickly. The growing and cumming also didn’t help. Her legs shook uncontrollably and, again, her centre of gravity kept shifting. She attempted to bend her knees and completely failed, like they were locked in place. “... Okay. Maybe a controlled fall is my only option after all,” she muttered to herself as quietly as she could manage. Honestly, she was pretty sure any nearby littles heard her anyway. Which ideally amounted to Maxie, who would hopefully forgive her for taking the risk. Not that it really mattered because it was obviously going to be very difficult to interact with him ever again. Moving her legs was out of the question, but she managed to hold her hands out in front of her at least. “Ok,” she said, voice shaking with trepidation (and also arousal) as she steeled herself. “Here we go.”

With that, she leaned forward and then let gravity take care of the rest.

Her landing was, surprisingly, a lot more graceful than she’d expected. She caught herself with her arms, so she didn’t end up hitting her dick or boobs on the ground. Somehow. She still almost certainly caused a small earthquake, but at least she didn’t fall flat on her face. Instead, she was awkwardly holding herself in a pushup position. “Okay, next are my legs. Any nearby littles, make sure you’re out of the line of fire!” Hopefully that was good enough – she absolutely could not hold herself up any longer. There was a slightly less emphatic thud as she let her knees bend.

Hands and knees was a much more reasonable position to hold herself in. It was also actually feasible to start fuckin’ moving. Slowly, tentatively, carefully. Hopefully, once she finished growing, maybe she’d be able to do things like Stand Up Straight For Prolonged Periods or Walk From Place To Place again because this was really fucking inconvenient. “Baby steps, Randi, baby steps,” she muttered – although given her raw size she was pretty sure that everyone could hear her. “Slow and steady wins the race. Or some shit.”

It was, weirdly, getting increasingly easy to think straight despite the fact that she was still cumming and growing. Maybe she was getting numb to it, or maybe her growth was just winding down. Or something. Fuck it, she didn’t know, all she knew was that she still couldn’t stand the fuck up. Her legs and arms felt like jelly and her hips kept bucking as her cock kept erupting with literal rivers of cum. Frankly, thank god she was getting slowly desensitized to the ridiculous levels of overstimulation because otherwise she would one hundred percent not be able to make any progress. Even as it was, it was slow fuckin’ going, and honestly most of her progress towards the city was the result of growing rather than crawling.

“Oh my god. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Yeah it’s a long fucking story.”

“We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for a big dramatic confrontation right now?”

Honestly, Suzie was pretty amenable to skipping the dramatic apologizing given the situation. “I’m just glad I’m not going to have to cut contact with literally everyone I know.”

“Yeah, just most of them.”

“Why are you crawling?”

“Because I’ve gone from having two boobs and no cock to six boobs and a giant cock.”

“Oh okay. That’d do it.”

“How about you, is walking an option?”

“You’re gonna have to speak up, Miranda, I got a head start and can barely hear you.”

“I asked if you can move yet!”

“I haven’t tried yet, let me just...”

It was a herculean effort, but Suzie slooowly pulled herself up to her feet. That was about all she could manage, though. And, within seconds, she was hit by another growth spurt and the accompanying climax knocked her right back down on her ass with a cataclysmic thud that probably levelled the entire tri-state area. “That’s a no, then.”

“Ugh, we can’t even walk.”

“And even if we could every step is an unprecedented natural disaster. Literally apocalyptic.”

“And we’re not even done growing yet.”

Suzie frowned. “Yeah, speaking of which-” She bent forward, reaching as far as she could and picking Miranda up.

“Ack!”

“Let me know if I’m holding you too tight.” Suzie leaned back and nestled Miranda on her chest, in between her boobs. Right now, the fox was exactly big enough that her feet reached the base of Suzie’s cock. “Apparently hyper cum makes macros grow faster and mmmaybe makes our final size bigger.” 

“Yeah, I know. And we’re both hypers and macros, sooooooo...”

“I was just thinking that we could expedite you catching up to me.”

“I don’t want to end up too much bigger than you.”

“So, what, you want us to try and stay even?”

“Mostly even. I don’t mind if you’re like a few heads taller than me or vice versa, but there’s a lot of potential variance when it comes to the heights of hyper macros. I don’t want to have to yell for you to be able to hear me, you know?”

“Is there a danger of that?”

“There’s a pretty big variance when it comes to macros. And even hyper macros can be anywhere from a few miles to a few hundred miles.”

“That’s... a lot of variance.” Suzie frowned. “That’s also just a lot in general. Ugh, I just managed to stop thinking about that.”

“It’s understandable to think about.”

“Yeah but... ugh, sorry. I’d kind of intended to go mad with power but now that you’re here it’s too awkward.”

Miranda snorted, stifling a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just trying to picture you going mad with power and I can’t.”

“Hey! I could go mad with power if I wanted! It’s just that there was a person on me and I had to wait for them to get taken away and then you showed up right after.”

“Yeah, see, if you’d actually gone mad with power none of that would have mattered to you.”

“It might have!”

“Trust me, it’s probably for the best that you keep humble. No one likes a rampagey macro. Especially not other macros.”

“... oh.” Well, okay. That made sense, she supposed.

“Macros actually tend to be pretty even-tempered. The rampagey ones are rare, but obviously people tend to remember them because duh. But other macros tend to come down pretty hard when a rampage happens, and no matter how big you are you’re not gonna stand up to every other macro.”

“You sure know a lot about macros.”

“I’ve, uh, I’ve looked into it.”

“Does this have anything to do with, you know, earlier?”

“Hey! Weren’t we going to start sucking each others’ dicks so we can get bigger?”

“Miranda?”

“We can talk about that later, okay? Right now we should focus on the whole growing thing before we finish.”

Suzie wanted to object, really. As tempting as the idea of being hundreds of miles tall was, she kind of wanted to get things straight with Miranda before things inevitably devolved into sex. But, well, Miranda had started giving her a full-body cock massage and that was kind of distracting. “God, it’s bigger’n I am.”

“Ah!” Miranda pressed her entire body against Suzie’s shaft, cock and tits alike, squeezing and licking. Suzie had almost forgotten just how much better actual direct stimulation felt in comparison to just the pleasure of growth, but oh boy was this a hell of a reminder. She came, of course, more copiously than any of her prior climaxes, and the cum rained down on her and Miranda.

“Mnnnn, but not for much longerrrrrrrr~”

There was a deep, low rumbling noise, coming from the obvious source. Miranda’s body quivered and convulsed. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuck!” Suzie immediately realized the potential implications and, acting quickly, grabbed Miranda and moved her to the other side of her dick so she wouldn’t end up crushed underneath colossal fox ass. Which was harder than it sounded, considering that Miranda was squirming and cumming and growing and growing and growing until-

THOOOM!!!

“Did you just grow so fast it caused a sonic boom?”

“A little bit.” Suzie ultimately only managed to turn Miranda slightly. Instead of being sat on, the fox was lying on top of her, turned around slightly. Which, you know, so much better. That said, as uncomfortable as it was, she had a hard time objecting too much considering that the position also left her dick wedged between her tits and also Miranda’s tits (all six of ‘em) and also pressing up against the massive foxcock as it throbbed and drooled and occasionally spat out a gout of spunk.

“You’re heavy.”

“Whose fault is that? Mnfff, I think I feel another one coming.”

“You’re already as big as I am!”

“Yeah, you’d better get to sucking my dick, babe.”

“Mnf. Fine. Lemme just...”

“I’ll move!”

“And I’ll help you because neither of us can move by ourselves.”

Suzie found herself just a bit reluctant to actually shift Miranda. Again; uncomfortable as it was, she also couldn’t deny that it felt good. Frotting against Miranda’s cock and also getting a titfuck and titfucking herself all at the same time. She was probably gonna cum again any second, which ironically ended up being the main motivator to push through the arousal and get to sucking. She shoved her own shaft aside and firmly clamped on Miranda’s. It took a bit more finagling than that to actually manage it, but frankly she didn’t have the patience to go over the finagling it took. She didn’t have the patience for much, beyond sucking and fucking and growing. God she wanted to put it in. That’d be counterproductive, though, if the goal was to keep them roughly even sizes. This way they could both suck each other off at the same time, which would hopefully help with that.

But the second they stopped growing she was absolutely tapping the shit outta that fat fuckin’ fox ass. And taking it, too – she wanted to experience that knot. Oh, and while she was at it, both give and get a proper blowjob rather than awkwardly lying on top of each other with their respective heads in their respective mouths. And who fucking knew, maybe do something other than sex. What a novel concept. It was just a bit hard to fathom, considering she was still very much in the midst of her macro puberty, overwhelmed by several thousand feet of hormones.

Several thousand feet and counting. God she was so fucking big, and Miranda wasted no time in making her bigger. The feeling was, obviously, mutual – Suzie had already been on the verge of another climax or two anyway, it took very little to set her off properly, and Miranda going off was more than enough prompting to pull that fucking trigger. That haze of arousal that had mostly started clearing up after she outgrew the club was very rapidly creeping back in, fogging up the corners of her mind and slowly overwhelming her conscious thought processes with FUCK.

Things, understandably, devolved into a bit of a blur after that. They spent a while just sort of lying on top of each other, suckling on their dicks and cumming and growing and growing and cumming and et cetera et cetera. It wasn’t like she completely zoned out and brainfogged past the good bit. It was just that, outside of actually experiencing it, it was kinda boring? They spent a long time just doing that. Afternoon became evening, then the sun set, and then by the time they were done the sun was rising again. Well, for a given value of done. They weren’t growing anymore, at least, but Suzie at least was still very much ready and raring to go. She was pretty sure the same applied to Miranda, given she was also still very much erect, throbbing and drooling. But they hadn’t gotten any bigger in a couple of orgasms.

That was probably a sign that they were done, right? She couldn’t actually say for sure because, well, duh she’d never done this before. She didn’t know how it worked. She’d had no reason to know how it worked until basically right now – as evidenced by the whole kerfuffle that’d gone down at the strip club. A less sheltered Suzie would maybe have intuited why Miranda might be reluctant to hang out with hyper strippers. Hell, now that she did know more than the absolute bare minimum about hypers, she could easily put two and two together. Though also the fact that Miranda was a hyper macro probably helped in that regard.

And, more importantly, a less sheltered Suzie would probably have picked up on the signs that she herself was a hyper at, like, any reasonable point in the past before she threw herself into the deep end and irrevocably ruined her life. Or, well, irrevocably changed her life. Ruined was probably a very strong word, at least for now. There were, apparently, other hyper macros out there and lord knows they needed their hierarchy of needs met. Food, water, shelter, that kinda thing. They had to have some kind of fucking solution to things like that. Which was good because she hadn’t just irrevocably changed her life. Miranda had made the choice to let herself go macro of her own free will, yeah, but would she have made that decision if Suzie hadn’t? Probably not.

“Mnf.”

“Horny?”

“Extremely so.” Fuck it. All that shit could wait. They had plenty of time to figure out things like food and shelter later, when they’d cleared their heads. “I wanna put it in you and I want you to put it in me and I wanna get and give an actual proper blowjob and titfuck rather than just sorta lying on top of each other and I wanna do it doggy style and missionary and cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and honestly those are the only positions I know sorry and. Um. Probably a bunch of other things.”

“Ha. Well, uh, first we should probably take some time to clear the air?” Nooooooooo god dammit she’d just resolved that all the serious stuff could wait. “We also need to, you know, figure out things like what we’re gonna eat and where we’re gonna sleep and just generally how hyper macros are supposed to function.”

“That can wait I wanna take your knot.”

“Man, you were a fuckin’ virgin yesterday.”

“Exactly! I’ve got thirty five years’ worth of hyper macro makeup sex to have!”

“I mean probably closer to twenty, considering you probably wouldn’t have been fucking right outta the womb.”

“You know what I mean!”

“I’m just saying that it’s a little early for you to go full insatiable.”

“Mnnnnnn, I know, but...”

Miranda sighed. “Look, believe me, I get it. You’re not the only one who’s really fucking horny. But if we started fucking now then I dunno about you but I don’t think I’d ever get around to things like clearing the air or figuring out how we’re gonna eat.”

“... Yeah, fair.” As much as Suzie hated to admit it, Miranda was right about that one. They’d already just spent an entire night lying on top of each other sucking their dicks. Who knew what’d happen if they actually started fucking. Would they even run out of steam at all?

“Anyway, uh. Sorry. For, y’know, everything. Dragging you to a strip club you obviously didn’t want to go to. And for abandoning you when you decided to jump right into the deep end instead of like, y’know... explaining why I was so reluctant to jump into the deep end with you.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just, hindsight, y’know.”

“No, seriously, if I’d just been open about things we wouldn’t be here right now. All I had to say was ‘hey I’m a macro and hyper hormones fuck with macro suppressors!’ and everything would be fine. And it’s not like I didn’t know you didn’t know how all that stuff worked. Of course you didn’t you’re the most sheltered person I know.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I could have asked you for elaboration.”

“I didn’t really give you a chance to.”

“And, like... I dunno, I just feel like I should at least have learned more than the bare minimum about what hypers were at some point in my life. I coulda’ picked up on the signs that I was one. And it’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to talk about that kinda thing.”

“I think that there were a lot of ways I coulda handled the situation that’d have turned out better.”

“Yeah, but I think something like this was inevitable, you know? If not now then eventually, considering I didn’t know I was a hyper or a macro or both and I didn’t know how to avoid things that’d set me off. ‘s like ripping off a bandage. Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

“Well, most hypers that aren’t sex workers are generally on their blockers whenever they’re in public.”

“Yeah, most.” Suzie pulled Miranda into an awkward sort of hug. “Anyway, yeah, all’s forgiven.”

“Good because I’ve already lost easy access to my entire social circle except you.”

“God same, I’d like to have at least one other person of comparable size to me that I’m actually friends with? Not that I expect to not get along with the other hyper macros, just...”

“Yeah I getcha.” Miranda rolled off of Suzie and then sat up. “Anyway! Air cleared! Next step is probably gonna be tracking down one of the other hyper macros and figuring out how we can, you know. Eat and drink and survive and such.”

“That’d be good to know, yes.” Suzie also took a moment to sit up, now that she was capable of moving under her own power again and such. Take in her surroundings, such as it was. It kind of reminded her of the one time in her life she’d ridden on an airplane. Except, you know, the obvious fact that she wasn’t in an airplane right now. She was just that big. And she wasn’t even standing up, god, she didn’t want to know how big she was. At all.

She was, she noticed with a very complex mix of emotions, a good two heads taller than Miranda. “I feel like that’s appropriate.”

“It’s mortifying. How many thousands of feet a difference is that?”

“I dunno, but it’s funny.” The two slowly pulled themselves up off the ground. Standing was more possible than it was when they were growing, barely, but it was still a bit of an ordeal. Neither had gotten a chance to get used to her new proportions or altered centre of gravity yet, so they were shaky on their feet like they’d never walked before in their lives which was honestly kinda close to true? They had to lean on each other to stay upright. “Okay, new plan we figure out how to walk first and then we go find another macro.”

“Assuming that one of us doesn’t come and find you first?”

“Yeah, assuming that.”

Suzie cringed. “Um. Hi?”

“Yeah, we all kinda keep our ears to the ground in case any other macro hypers pop up? Sorry for not saying anything sooner, you two were havin’ an intimate moment and then after that you were, you know, airing your guts out and such. Which for the record I did not listen in on! That’s one thing you gotta get good at when you’re as big as we are. Giving people privacy without actually being able to leave them alone because you’re the size of a small country. Y’know?”

“I get it. How do you get around without levelling continents?”

“Very carefully.”

“That’s not very helpful.”

“I’m serious! The trick is to realize that it’s gonna take you like ten steps to cross the country so it doesn’t matter how fast you take those steps. Just go real slow. Even once you get used to your new centre of gravity. Oh, and be extra careful when turning, because these babies are very big and have a lot of inertia so it’s real easy to destroy shit with ‘em if you’re not careful. Even if most buildings aren’t even gonna reach above your toes, you’re drippy. Situational awareness is key.”

She punctuated her advice with a pointed gesture at her own enormous wood. And boy, enormous was the right word for it. Suzie’s cock was big, but despite being smaller than Suzie and Miranda the goat’s shaft was easily bigger than both of them, by a significant margin. Despite being shorter than them. “Yeah, it’s bigger’n I am. Mmmmmight actually be bigger than you are? Obviously now’s a bad time for a dick measuring contest, tho. Real talk, I’d kinda prefer having a smaller dick if it meant I could have, like, any tits at all? But whatever, genetics.” She was, in fact, weirdly petite and svelte – aside from the monster between her legs, of course. Thick and throbbing and equine, jet black and angry looking. Suzie kinda wanted to try riding it, but again; if they started fucking now they’d probably never stop. She had small breasts and relatively narrow hips, though thankfully her proportions were more like those of a short adult than a child. Well, “short”, such as it was. At least a few miles tall, though Suzie didn’t have any exact numbers and frankly didn’t entirely want exact numbers at the moment. She had dark fur, short black hair, cute little horns, and red eyes.

“Aaaaanyway, that’s probably enough yappin’. Right now our main goal is to get you two somewhere a bit more... out of the way? Not, like, right on top of the city. Give folks some time to rebuild, yanno? And give you guys a chance to get used to your new normal. We generally try and keep outta the way of civilization unless we have no choice. From there, you’re gonna get a fucking nap in because I can tell just by looking at you that you’ve been too busy fucking to get any sleep in. And, like, trust me, you may be ten miles tall now? But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to eat and sleep. Speaking of which, eating! Don’t worry about it! I know, I know, you’d think that food would be something you’d need to worry a lot about but it’s a lot easier to deal with than it sounds. Y’want the long, boring version filled with impenetrable scientific jargon? Or the short version that a normal person can wrap their heads around? You want the short version, by the way.”

“Give us the short version,” Miranda interjected. “We can discuss it on the way to... uh... wherever.”

“Short version it is! This way, and remember to go slowly.”

She did, in fact, move extremely slowly. It was kinda weird and sort of uncomfortable looking? Like a weird sorta shuffling waddle. “Once we’re a safe distance away we can walk a bit more normally.”

“You were gonna talk about eating?” Miranda said, following with a similar awkward shuffle. Suzie reluctantly took up the rear, trying not to look at all the jostling bits and jiggling curves. The goat was kinda lacking in tits in comparison to the average hyper, but she had a very nice butt, and of course Miranda was no slouch in that regard either. The goat started going off about, presumably, food. Suzie couldn’t concentrate on anything she said because she was too fixated on asses.

It was, she mused, going to be a very long rest of her life.