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Dipper furrowed his brow a bit. There was all sorts of racket in the kitchen, pans crashing about, water pouring out of the sink. It sounded like the garbage disposal was clogged with something slimy. All sounds that would have been concerning were it not for the fact that Mabel was the one making them.
He had long learned to ignore her wild antics and let them reach their natural conclusion. He would rather spend that time reading arcane tomes...
Well, it was actually just a new campaign supplement for his favorite role-playing game, but he was DMing this next campaign and he needed some good ideas. For a long time, he had drawn on his own experiences in Gravity Falls for inspiration, and they were often well-received. But the inspiration had run dry.
He grumbled a bit as he heard Pacifica complaining loudly about getting cookie dough on her designer top. Hard to concentrate with all this racket.
He could at least be thankful that Grunkle Stan was still in a protracted legal battle with the Oregon State Government over tax fraud. He could at least count on someone not engaging in antics and tomfoolery. He was too busy doing those things at the wharf with his "Fixer".
Dipper flipped the page, opening up to a spread of a towering hero, with a chiseled jaw and massive biceps. If he were more of an incel he would probably label this man as a "Chad", but thankfully Dipper had managed to avoid falling into that pit.
Still, he still lamented the fact that he *couldn"t* look like that guy. He wasn"t some ultra stud, some muscular super hero who had his pick of ladies every night.
Though the Pines Twins had gone through a bit of a growth spurt over the last three years, with the onset of puberty those precocious little tweens had suddenly grown taller, gotten deeper voices, and filled out in other ways.
Well... at least, one of them had. If you were to look at Dipper and Mabel side by side back then, you could reasonably deduce that they were twins. Now? It was hard to tell that the two of them were related.
It all came down to Mabel. She had won the genetic lottery—twice. One moment she was a teeny tiny little goof ball and the next she suddenly sprouted a pair of shapely legs, and strapped a pair of exercise balls to her chest. The sheer size of those melons were beyond reason, reaching well past her hips just from sheer size alone with about as much perkiness as the girl’s personality.
Once she had her braces taken off, it was like she was a completely different person on the outside. It was the same Mabel, of course, but a bouncier, much more mature-looking version. With a sudden increase in hotness came with a great deal of male attention. That smile alone would have attracted people. Add in the massive tits and Mabel actually had to start being picky about her current obsession.
Thankfully, she had taken a casual stance on romance and rarely got too attached to guys. Dipper had dreaded the thought of Mabel having a new boyfriend every week, and turning into a bawling mess when she inevitably broke up with them for being boob-obsessed pigs.
Instead, she was the one breaking hearts... She was too free-spirited to be tied down to one person.
Meanwhile, Dipper hadn’t had a date since... Well, ever. There were attempts made. So many attempts... So many awkward, horrible attempts. But Dipper was at a disadvantage. Mabel had taken all of the good genes from him when she popped out of mom five minutes before him, leaving him with the scraps.
He hadn’t gotten much taller; he was pretty short for a seventeen-year-old guy. He hadn’t bulked up that much either, and not for lack of trying. His body was allergic to muscles. His voice had barely changed from when he was twelve, though apparently he had an unnaturally deep voice back then. He never noticed, but most people said his voice was more “fitting” now.
Sure, he was a little bitter to get the short end of the stick when it came to puberty, but he wasn’t as bitter as he could be. He wasn’t all that interested in other girls, and only really tried to date before he got his driver’s license. Once he could drive, there was nothing stopping him from regularly going on a road trip with Mabel down to Gravity Falls, to spend some time with his dream woman .
“Hey, Dipstick...”
The voice jolted Dipper out of his musing, throwing himself back into the couch and nearly bashing his head against the wall behind him. In that moment, with his face against the side of the couch, he was reminded whose couch this was. It still smelled of cheap cologne and old person smell. He coughed loudly, sitting straight up to get that horrid smell out of his nostrils.
The book in his lap flopped to the side a bit as the boy turned his head around... and almost immediately had to crane it upwards to actually make eye-contact. “What’s... uhm...” His voice cracked a bit as he spoke, causing him to cough into his hand. “Y-Yeah, what’s up Wendy?”
The reason he had to crane his neck up so high just chuckled at his reaction. Dipper had trouble making eye-contact with her. She was everything he wanted. A pretty smile. Long, ginger hair, a pretty, freckled face, and a pear-shaped monster of a body that stood at a staggering 6’6”. That giant of a woman loomed over him with a friendly smile, an interested look in her eyes.
“You were telling me about some of that... magic stuff in your room the other day, and I was kinda interested...” She leaned forward a bit, her flannel shirt strategically unbuttoned to show off a good bit of cleavage. They hung close, more than enough to smother his whole face if she wanted.
That wasn’t even mentioning her ass... A massive, double-door-busting cake stuffed in a tight pair of jeans, ones that threatened to pop open and explode at any moment. Both her belt and the waistline looked immensely strained under her tree-trunk thighs and that body-smothering peach. She could probably fell trees with those legs. And crush Dipper like a fucking twig.
Dipper’s voice was caught in his throat, his mind racing at a mile a minute, his mouth moving before his brain could catch up. “I mean, y-yeah... I’d love to show you some stuff... uh... Mabel has some pretty good stuff, too...” He glanced to the kitchen, where Mabel and Pacifica were having a little chat over Mabel’s Triple Sugar Cookies. Dipper mentally kicked himself for trying to deflect like that, but he was just nervous.
Wendy wasn’t going to let the little nerd play hard-to-get, resting a hand over his shoulder. The whole thing creaked as she put her weight on him, a shadow falling over his nervous features as Wendy glared down at him with a piercing gaze, a gaze that ensures that no amount of nervousness would save him. The way she loomed over the couch, more than capable of sitting on his lap and crushing his pelvis made the boy “eep” in fear and arousal. “Nah, I wanna see your stuff, dude.”
Dipper squeaked a bit, his lips curled into a weird, anxious smile, trembling as he rested his hands against the arms of the couch. The way that Wendy practically straddled that small recliner, looming over him and taking up his entire view with the sheer breadth of her hips and smothering size of her thighs made him nervous beyond belief. It also made him pull the book over in a vain effort to cover his arousal. “Y-Yeah, absolutely, we can totally do that. I just need to get up and we can go there, yeap, yep… yep…!” He was panicking, clearly.
Wendy just braced her hands against her massive hips, taking a few steps back, her heavy boots thumping against the wood flooring. He could feel the vibrations on the floor with each step—she had a lot of weight to swing around, and Dipper couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel on top of him…
He shook his head, climbing out of his chair and carefully setting the book aside, standing face to boob with Wendy now. He was frozen for a moment, his body and mind totally out of sync. But Wendy gave him a little pat on the back, and reminded him to get going, the much smaller boy shuffling nervously towards the stairs with Wendy behind him, taking up the entire goddamn stairwell with her enormous hips squishing firmly against the walls. He could hear the wood straining as she moved.
Wendy had been laying it on thick since he got here—almost as thick as she was. He had to wonder what had changed, what suddenly got her so interested in him. They hadn’t seen much of each other since he last visit, she was busy with some lumberjacking competition or whatever. But the last few days she had been saying some weird things to him, getting close to him, doing whatever she could to get a rise out of him. Last night, she was asking him so many questions it was almost like he was being interrogated. Mundane things, like his interests, what he wanted to do with his life, that sort of thing. Wendy usually just chilled out and didn’t say much, but now she was totally into him. He had casually mentioned that he had some magical items. He didn’t think she would take such interest in them.
He had mentioned a few to her, but he couldn’t really wrap his head around which one she might want to see. The Flying Sleeping Bag? The Bag of Unholding? The Vorpal Shaver? So much magical junk he kept in his room just for the hell of it, what could she possibly want him to show her.
The thought then occurred to him that she might not give a hoot about all his magical junk and just wanted to get him alone. That would certainly explain her behavior, but he wasn’t confident enough to think that for a second she would want to do anything with him.
However, once Dipper stepped through the door, into his old room, with that tiny bed against the corner, he realized just how intimate of a space this was. It was only confirmed when Wendy stepped through, the doorframe giving her a bit of trouble, with the towering girl nearly taking the whole damn wall with her once she finally squeezed her way inside.
Wendy stretched her arm above her head, snickering. “I miss when doors felt like they were normal-size… Now everything feels like a dollhouse, y’know…?””
Dipper stared intently at her legs for a moment, his voice low and dreamy. “… Y-Yeah, I know…” he shook his head a bit, his eyes jumping upwards just in time to catch Wendy’s smug face as she bent down to get on his level. “What’s… what, did… you, um…” Dipper clasped his hands in front of him, glancing off to the side and swaying nervously in place, trying everything he could not to make eye-contact with her. Wendy made it hard not to look at her. She was insanely pretty in a rugged sort of way, and the way her eyes bored into him made his heart race. It was just hormones acting up, now way was she flirting with him…
Ignoring his babbling, Wendy reached over and pat him on the shoulder, “So, where is it?” She asked with a smirk, stepping past Dipper and nearly knocking him over with the swing of her hips, giving Dipper a broad view of that immense behind wrapped up tight in those jeans. The rest of the room might as well not exist to him, his entire world was that booty right now.
“W-What…?” he asked, blinking.
“Where’s the Flashlight? You know, the… weird… shrinking, growing flashlight you were talking about?” She crossed her arms over her chest as she gave a few half-hearted leans to see if she could find the thing. “Cus, you know… when you mentioned that thing, it reminded me of something…” she turned back around, giving Dipper no time to hide the fact that he was staring at her butt the entire time. But she just stepped forward without a care, bridging the gap between them and dragging Dipper into her embrace. His face pressed against her chest, his head barely reaching above it. She would have to bend down just to kiss him on the forehead . The height difference between them was staggering.
Dipper quivered a bit as it slowly began to dawn on him that this was happening. He went to reach over for his arm and pinch it a few times just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, only to stop when Wendy wrapped her arms around his waist. The power in her grip was something else. She could easily crush him like a twig if she wanted to.
“I like short dudes. I ever tell you that?” Wendy said with a small smirk, poor Dipper having to look over the swell of her chest just to see her.
“… You… neglected to make mention of this…” Dipper managed to reply, after several seconds of internal screaming.
“Yeah, well, it’s true…” Wendy bit her lip a bit, running her fingers along his back. “I thought I’d give you a bit to try and make a move yourself, but you’re… kind of a wimp, my dude.”
Dipper opened his mouth in some attempt to defend himself, but he could find no words. “… Yeah, you’ve kinda got a point there.”
Wendy snickered a bit at that, giving him a few playful pats on the back. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. You didn’t even try to defend yourself! You need a little more confidence, dude.” She pat the top of his head, and Dipper pouted a bit, feeling a bit condescended to.
“I’ve got confidence! Around… pretty much everyone else but you…” Dipper gulped a bit. “I guess I like tall girls.”
“Pfft, yeah, I can tell…” Wendy looked down at him for a second, puffing her lips out a bit, looking him over almost like she was considering something. “… You wanna fool around a bit?”
“… What.”
“Like, you know…” Wendy wriggled her eyebrows a bit. “You know.”
He tilted his head. “I know…?”
Wendy let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m bored as fuck, you’re cute, and I wanna use the frickin’ magical flashlight to make you shorter.”
“You want to make me even shorter…?” Dipper asked, seeming a little wary.
Wendy fluttered her eyelashes, cooing in a sing-song voice. “I’ll let you bang me~”
“…” Dipper managed to slip from her grasp, almost immediately diving to the ground and crawling under the bed to find the box of magical items he hid under there, frantically rummaging through all of his junk in a mad dash to find the Crystal Flashlight.
Wendy sighed a bit, walking on over to the bed and fwumping down on top of it, causing the entire thing to creak in protest under all of her weight. “Jeez, I should have started with that!”
After much searching, and after nearly releasing a demon sealed away inside of a pickle jar, Dipper managed to pull the Crystal Flashlight from his collection of curios. “… So you want me to be shorter… and… uh… wow, you want… uh…”
Wendy leaned back, propping herself up a bit with both arms and spreading her legs a bit. The space between her thighs was enticing but also, scary. Like she could snap those legs shut around his head like a bear trap and pop his gourd without effort. Dipper gulped a bit, holding the flashlight close to him and nodding his head. “Okay, that’s… uh… cool with me…” He was filled with a lot of nervous energy, the sudden revelation that he was about to lose his virginity making him almost manic. It took Wendy patting him on the shoulder again to calm him, carefully taking the flashlight from his grasp, and at the same time, dragging him over so her legs were straddling his skinny body. Finally, they were level with each other, and Wendy could peck him on the lips.
“You gotta relax, dude, this is supposed to be fun.”
“Y-Yeah, fun…” Dipper said, nodding his head with a gulp, trying to catch his breath and slow down a bit. His heart was still pumping fast, but he managed to stop jittering so much.
“So, how’s this thing work?” She asked, waving the object around in front of his face.
Dipper carefully reached out and thumbed the crystal strapped to the front, giving it a twist until it was facing the other way. "Depending on the side the crystal is facing, you either shrink or grow whatever you point it at. So... uh, in this case if you point it at me, you should shrink me... just don"t hold it on me too long, it shrinks pretty fast..."
"Should I be careful with this thing? It"s not gonna make the whole house grow, is it?"
"Pretty sure it won"t... but probably a good idea to be careful anyways..." Dipper rubbed the back of his head, finding it hard to focus on Wendy"s face when he was straddled between her monster thighs. "You probably wanna let me go if you wanna get my whole body... if you point it too close you might just shrink my head."
Wendy snickered a bit, "Oh, my God, that would be so funny..." She looked down at the flashlight for a few moments, as if she was contemplating doing it... but then she just shrugged her shoulders, spreading her legs a little wider and letting the poor boy go. Dipper scrambled over to the other side of the room, giving Wendy plenty of chance to familiarize herself with the flashlight.
"You ready?" Wendy asked, holding the flashlight in both hands, pointing it slightly to the side of Dipper, who stood there awkwardly (while pitching a tent in his pants).
"R-Ready...!" Dipper said.
Wendy thumbed the switch, lighting focusing through the crystal into a blue-tinted cone, one that was placed cautiously against a nearby wall. After a moment to keep her hands steady, she waved it over Dipper, giving him about a second or two of shrinkage, and watching the inches fly off of him. Down to five foot even, and even further than that.
Dipper winced as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the ground, the room growing bigger, and the woman on the bed growing from towering, to gigantic. Of course, this was all perspective, but it had an effect on the boy that he wasn"t expecting. A tingling that made him way too excited. New kink unlocked?
Wendy stopped just before Dipper went under four feet... Suspiciously close to his height when he was twelve years old. Not that he was going to call Wendy out on it. Not when she was looking at him like that .
The look in her eyes was downright lustful, the way she looked down at him, her eyes half-lidded, her friendly smile given a playful edge to it. Her massive legs shifted around as she adjusted her position on the bed, sending the whole thing creaking and groaning in protest, on the verge of death after having to carry that much ass.
Wendy held up the flashlight, letting its light wave around. "Man, this thing is pretty neat..." She held it off to the side, keeping it away from both her and Dipper, as she leaned forward to admire the much smaller boy in front of her. Neither took notice of the mirror hanging up on the wall.
The light bounced from the mirror, off a hand mirror that Mabel had left on her bed, off a surprisingly shiny replica sword tucked in the corner, and gazillion other reflective surfaces that were placed in just the right way to send a ray of shrinkage out the still-open door, and into the stairwell leading up to the attic.
"I totally heard Wendy flirting with Dipper... it was super weird...." Mabel tip-toed up the steps, her chest heaving up and down each time she pulled herself up another step, her favorite jersey being about the only thing supporting those oversized jubblies; bras were for rich girls, like Pacifica.
Speaking of Pacifica... her boobs didn"t even have a chance to bounce. Puberty (and plenty of very expensive supplements) had done her a lot of favors. That is, if you considered tits that you could use as a mattress/body pillow favors. Even supported, those monster tits nearly reached her knees just from the sheer breadth of them. They jutted out several feet in front of her, constantly bumping against Mabel"s butt as she dragged herself through the narrow space. Each breast squished against the walls, compressed to the point that they were covering her field of view. "Uurggh... well, obviously we should stop them before they do something they both regret..." Pacifica blushed a bit. Yeah, totally possessed...
The thought of those two going at it made her want to hurl. Wendy could totally do better... Leave Dipper for some hot hunk of a guy and leave Pacifica to pick up the scraps. Because she pitied him, you know? Not like she had a crush on him or anything.
Only an idiot would think that...
"Ooh, I totally hear them... You think they"re gettin" hot n" heavy already?" Mabel snickered a bit, "Ohhh, I"m gonna take pictures of his face..."
"Please don"t... If they"re doing anything, I want to forget it immediately."
"They"re not gonna have sex on my watch. Just imagine the blackmail, though!"
Pacifica sighed. For once, she was against blackmailing poor people. How far she had fallen...
"Let"s just see what all the commotion is about..." Pacifica furrowed her brow, "And put a stop to any funny business..."
"Yea, we"ll surprise him... Ooh, I can"t wait to see the look on his face, he"ll be so embarrassed..." Mabel looked over her shoulder, "I don"t think he"s ever gonna forgive us, Paz! But it"s for his own good..." She stuck out her tongue... only to realize she couldn"t see Pacifica"s face anymore... in fact, all she saw was a giant, furry boot.
"Mabel, where did you go...?!" A surprisingly deep voice called out to her, that giant boot lifting into the air, blocking all light as it hovered over her, threatening to crush her. Mabel squealed, covering her head and closing her eyes, prepared to meet an untimely death via Bigger Boot.
Fortunately for her, said boot never landed on her. Instead, she heard various squeaks and whines, and the tiny thump of something hitting the floorboards.
She looked up, her eyes going wide as she saw Pacifica hanging off a ledge, kicking her legs around and clutching the edge for dear life, her boobs getting in the way and making it difficult to actually clamber over it. What had previously been a tiny step was now a wall that was slightly taller than either of them.
"What the heck?" Mabel asked.
"Help meeeee...!" Pacifica kicked her legs, whining as she tried and failed to pull herself up the ledge.
"It"s not that long of a fall, Paz! O-Okay, I"m comin"!" Mabel rushed on over to the step, beginning the long and arduous process of pushing Pacifica"s fat ass over, and climbing up herself...
Wendy had switched positions with Dipper, placing the much smaller boy on top of the single bed, which to him looked more like a king-sized bed. She pulled off his shorts with ease, not even needing to use both hands. If she wanted to, she probably would have ripped them off, and in the moment, Dipper wouldn’t have minded. His eyes focused intently on her, watching with bated breath as her hands wrapped around his now exposed cock. His heart was thumping in his chest; disbelief mixed with self-consciousness. He couldn’t even begin to describe the anxiety he felt as he watched her stroke him, her eyes running along his length, examining it.
It was about six inches long. Pretty good for a normal person, but given he was working with a massive woman like Wendy, he felt it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy. “S-Sorry if it’s, uh… disappointing…?” As much as he wanted to pretend that he would approach this situation like a total stud, sweep Wendy off her feet and fuck her like she’s never had it before, the reality of this ridiculously unrealistic situation is that Dipper is inexperienced.
“Pfft, some of my boyfriends were half your size, buddy. Relax.” Wendy’s rough fingers clasped around his entire shaft, her thumb pressing down on the sensitive cocktip, running up and down it while she cranked her hand up and down, taking a slow and steady approach to it. She felt it twitch and harden in her hands, her eyes lighting up with a kind of lust that Dipper couldn’t even imagine in his dreams.
He rolled his head back, groaning a bit. “Hhah… that’s… that’s a relie— heeeeeeeef !” His legs suddenly shot out, quickly grabbed by Wendy and thrown over her shoulders, dragging the boy closer. He twisted and squirmed, feeling the soft, smothering touch of her lips wrapped around his entire cock, laying across her tongue and tickling the back of her throat without even a gag from Wendy. Her lips kissed the base of his cock, causing Dipper to grunt and moan, his legs forced to wrap around her as she drew him close. “W-Wendy…!” he groaned, throwing out his hands and burying his fingers in those red locks, holding onto the massive girl’s head for dear life…
“Mnnhh…! Sluurppp~” Wendy was merciless, bobbing her head back and forth, suckling and slurping on it with practiced efficiency. It felt like she was trying to suck his soul out through his dick! Dipper found himself so overwhelmed that the urge to just let loose was strong. But he managed to contain himself, if only to savor this amazing feeling for a little longer. Hearing all her little coos, her slurps, the smacks of her lips… she was feverish in her work.
“Oh, my.. god… W-Wendy…” Dipper huffed, shuddering as he bucked his hips into her face. Or at least, he tried to. As much as it looked like he was humping her face, she was doing all the work here. It felt almost like the sheer force of her suckage was drawing him in. It wasn’t, actually, but Dipper wouldn’t be able to take it for long.
Mabel stumbled over to the massive doorframe, short of breath, her chest heaving and sweat beading down her brow. “Here we go…” she moaned, wiping the sweat from her brow, and then her tit. “… You need to lay off the cookies, Pacifica…”
“You know for a fact that’s not why I’m so heavy…” Pacifica crossed her arms over the actual reason, causing them to bounce around, bulging obscenely from her tiny, purple top. “What the hell is that noise anyways…?”
“Whatever it is, it’s really loud .” Mabel winced a bit. “Sounds like someone’s choking on a whole chicken leg…”
“Like someone’s drowning…” Pacifica bounced on over to the edge of the doorframe, peering into the much, much larger room. Given that the two of them were only a few inches tall now, they had a lot of ground to cover… But they could see the source of that horrid noise.
“Oh. My. God .” Pacifica groaned. “Seriously?” She whined, throwing her hands to her sides like an angry child. “ I was going to do that later!”
Mabel stared at Pacifica incredulously.
Pacifica held up her hands defensively. “… Look, okay, he’s cute…” she crossed her arms and looked away, sheepishly adding. “And he’s fun to push around… I was gonna make him squirm… and…”
With a mighty stamp of her foot, a tantrum was born. “NOBODY IS FUCKING MY BROTHER WHILE I’M IN EARSHOT!” Mabel squealed, slamming her fist against the doorframe. “Hey, hey! LOVEBIRDS! QUIT MAKING MABEL UPSET! ”
“There’s no way they can hear you…” Pacifica pat an extremely distraught Mabel on the shoulder.
“Uuuooohhh…!” Dipper whined, “H-… Holy… Wendy I’m not gonna last much longer…” His fingers raked through her hair, tightening around those lovely locks, as her tongue lavished his cock with plenty of attention. The tightness, the warmth… it was just too much for him. Staring down at that massive woman holding him down, seeing that massive ass planted on the floor, jutting so far from her body it looked like a pair of denim mountains, it all excited him too much.
Without even realizing it at first, he let loose. Tensing up in her grasp, Dipper wrapped his arms around her head, groaning as he bucked his hips forward. Wendy cooed in delight, letting Dipper let loose all over her tongue, getting a sample of his taste… and when she found it pleasing, she swallowed it all. Not even a drop was left when she pulled back, his cock flopping free with a pop , coming to a rest on Wendy’s chin. She sighed a bit, grinning as she reached her hand up and squeezed it around the base. “How was that…?”
The boy looked off into space, his eyes wide, almost transcendent. “I think I’ve seen God.” Dipper muttered.
“Snnrk…” Wendy snickered a bit, “Dork.”
Mabel covered her eyes. “No sister should see their brother’s orgasm face… Oh, God, it was so bad…” She shook her head, trying to shake the image from her mind. But it was a stubborn thought, planting itself deep into her subconscious, prepared to manifest later when she least expected it, to give her a cringe overload.
“Hey…” Pacifica pointed across the massive room, squishing up against Mabel, their bodies naturally fighting for what little space there was between them. “What’s that?”
Mabel glanced across the room (having to look past Wendy’s Mt. Everest of an ass to do so) and managed to catch sight of the Crystal Flashlight laying on the ground a few feet away from Wendy. “That’s the flashlight…!” Mabel clapped her hands together, her melons jostling in such a way that also sent Pacifica’s wobbling. “Okay… I’ve got a plan now.” She pointed towards the Flashlight. “We take that flashlight… make ourselves big, and I bap my brother on the head.”
Pacifica furrowed her brow a bit. “What about Wendy…?”
“Are you kidding me? She’s like four heads taller than I am, I’m not suicidal Paz…” Mabel huffed. “Come on, we gotta get goin’!” She shot past the doorframe, running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. It was just like Cross-Country in school, expect boys weren"t tripping over each other to get a look at her jubblies bouncing!
“W-Wait up! You know how hard it is to run with these things!?” Pacifica whined, bouncing and jostling wildly just from her small tantrum. But eventually she just had to suck it up and start running, despite the spine-mangling bouncing of her body-smothering titties.
There was a non-zero chance that Dipper was going to die tonight. He came to this realization when Wendy dragged him down to the floor with her. He thought the bed would have been more comfortable for this sort of thing, but he wasn’t going to complain too loudly. Especially when he watched Wendy crawling over to the bed frame…
He watched with wide eyes as Wendy leaned over the edge of the bed, bending over, climbing onto her knees and raising her ass into the air. He sat there, his entire view consumed by that enormous booty. Ultra-wide hips, cheeks that could easily smother eighty-percent of his body, thighs that could snap him in two and squeeze him like a hydraulic press… All with Wendy looking over her shoulder with a playful smirk, drawing him in further with that smile. The fact he had to tilt his head to the side to even see Wendy"s face properly made him shudder.
“You’ve been drooling over it for a while, so I figure… Why not?” There was the sound of a metal buckle being undone, followed by tight denim slipping away from ultra-soft bootyflesh. That material that had been slightly compressing all of that booty fell away, flesh bulging from every available crevice, releasing more and more until finally all of that massive, freckle-covered booty was on display. A strap of white around her crotch gave the suggestion of panties, but just looking at her cheeks, it was hard to tell if they were even there.
Dipper gulped, sweating profusely now that he had been presented with the object of his desires, and apparently given free reign. His hands trembled as he tried to think of what he could possibly do with this freedom. So much choice, so much pressure…
“Hey, come on, dude… I’ve got my whole ass out for you. You just gonna stand there, or you gonna do something?”
Panic took hold. Dipper had no idea what he was doing, but he was eager to please. “Y-Yep…! Yep… I’ll… do… you…! Yep…”
“Pfft… That’s the spirit!” Thankfully, Wendy wouldn’t have to egg him on any longer. He closed the gap between them rapidly, throwing himself into all of that booty with reckless abandon. Dipper’s tiny body was absolutely immersed in all of that ass, those heavy cheeks bearing down on him with all of their weight, encroaching on him, surrounding him completely. “Mmmppphhmmhh….!” Her mashed his hands into them, feeling his arms disappear under layers and layers of bootyflesh. The softness, the warmth, the scent. All of it was driving him crazy. The fact that he was almost completely smothered while still standing just made it better.
Wendy propped her head up with her elbow, wiggling her hips side to side playfully as Dipper sank deeper into her depths. She could feel his cock brushing against her thighs, and as it pushed a little deeper, she was more than happy to flex a bit, cradling it between them. Soft skin mixed with a hint of danger, a firmness that implied a lot of muscle hidden underneath all of that thickness. "I could probably just sit on you and you"d be lost in there forever..." Wendy mused, working her hips back almost like she was threatening to do just that.
The moan that Dipper made in response sounded like he didn"t mind all that much.
"Mmmhmm..." Her hands ran down from her waist, along the sheer curve of her monstrously-wide hips, eventually hooking into her panties and giving a few tugs. She had one hell of a wedgie, but you try finding panties that fit comfortably around an ass this fat! Maybe if she was a rich bitch like Pacifica...
Dipper was deep enough that he could feel it rustling, feel it sliding further and further away from her. The boy eventually had to pull back, reluctantly, to allow Wendy to slide her panties down to her knees. It didn"t make for much of a change; her ass was still fat. The difference was that he knew there was nothing there now. Nothing standing between him and losing his virginity.
He devoted himself to ass worship with the kind of fervor you would expect from someone who was smart enough to know he would never have another chance like this ever again... unless he performed .
He wasn"t going to be very good at it, but goddamn it, he was eager . That should count for something, right?
Mabel was eager too. Eager to stop all this bullshit from happening in her vicinity. Having her brother bury himself in all of that ass was criminal. ‘Come on Wendy, you know what comes from your butt, don"t sully my brother"s face!’ She thought to herself. She needed to stop this before her brother developed some weird kink for butts or something.
Panting heavily behind her was Pacifica, whining as she jogged after a very energetic Mabel. How could that girl run like that with her titties just free-balling it? They were like a pair of goddamn wrecking balls! Meanwhile, Pacifica could barely work herself up to a run without her melons nearly smacking her in the face, or finally making her spine give out after many years of abuse. "Wait... upp...!" She groaned.
"No, I gotta get that dang flashlight...!" Mabel panted heavily. Despite her endless wells of energy, the human body had its limits, she was starting to slow down significantly. Goddamn it, why did everything have to be so big now? She was getting tired from crossing that tiny, attic bedroom... "And then hit Dipper over the head with it!"
Pacifica groaned, her arms giving out as she shuffled after Mabel. "You"ve gotta work through some issues, girl... you got a brother-complex or something...?"
"Is it wrong to not want to hear my brother having sex with someone I know?! I have to talk to Wendy sometimes; it"s just so awkward!"
Mabel had to shake off Pacifica"s concerns... She was almost there! She had passed under her small but still way-too-big brother (having to resist the urge to gag at seeing his bare butt in the process), and towards the Crystal Flashlight still laying on the floor. She just had to maneuver herself in front of it, have Pacifica flick the switch, and this whole bizarre situation could end!
But just when Mabel was close enough to touch it, something made it move away from her. She just barely had her fingers over it when it began to rise in the air. Mabel tried to leap up, to grab onto one of its ridges. She dangled in the air for a few seconds, kicking her legs desperately trying to pull herself up, but her grip was too weak to get a proper hold. She flopped down to the ground in a heap, her fall thankfully broken by her own oversized chest, for the most part...
Pacifica finally caught up with her, leaning forward, her tits slapping against her knees and calves as she bent over. Her face was red, and she was totally out-of-breath, her chest heaving as she tried to find enough air to speak. "Hahh... hah... you... you okay...?"
"No... Not okay at all... This trauma is going to take me a long time to process and I am going to make it everyone"s problem in the meantime..." Mabel said, her voice mostly muffled by her own boobs, and thus impossible to understand. She popped her head up. "What the HECK?! "
"What the heck..." Dipper blinked a bit, as he thumbed the flashlight in his hand. "I just had an idea and you know, I don"t know why I never figured this out beforehand..."
"What up?" Wendy asked, barely able to see the little dude over the swell of her own ass.
He rested a hand against her cheek for support, though found it difficult to maintain his footing for a second, as his hand quickly sank deep into that booty. "The Flashlight can affect individual body parts... So, wouldn"t that mean if I angle it right I could use it to make my, uh... dick bigger?"
Wendy perked up a bit. The gears in her head were turning. Turning... Turning...
"... Woah." Wendy grinned, giving her hips a little buck and bumping her butt against Dipper, who was not at all expecting it. "Give it a try, dude! That sounds awesome!"
"... Hehe, I thought... you said I was fine..." Dipper said, a little self-conscious, a little amused.
"... Dipper, I"m a mountain girl. Of course I"m gonna be a size queen."
"Are all mountain girls size-queens...?" He asked, holding up the flashlight to his crotch.
Wendy just shrugged noncommittally.
Dipper decided to ignore that, and instead focused on securing Wendy"s love. Hell, he probably would have tried to find a way to make himself bigger anyways. This just made it easier... He flipped the crystal around, stepping back from Wendy to ensure that he didn"t make her calves disproportionately large by accident, or something weirder than that. He took a deep breath, and with less hesitation that he expected, he flicked the switch and bathed his junk in that growing light.
He wasn"t sure how long he should have it under the light, so he just let it go for a good second or two, watching with awe as his cock pulsed and expanded before his eyes. Going from an average six inches to twelve, and then beyond that. Once he was in the realm of two feet of pure dick meat he figured it was a good time to stop. It already looked ridiculous compared to the rest of him. "Okay... I might have overdone it..." Dipper let it flop free, letting it smack heavily against Wendy"s cheeks, sending all of that booty rippling, and most importantly, causing Wendy to jolt.
Her eyes were wide, and her lips were curled into a smile. A sort of crazed look of lust, fear, and crazed curiosity swirling around. "Woah..." Wendy looked back, still unable to see the top of his head, but she could certainly feel his thick shaft parting her cheeks. "Now that"s what I"m talking about, dude..." Wendy licked her lips as she dragged a hand back, pressing her fingers into that thick slab of booty and spreading her cheeks apart, giving Dipper a clear view of her pussy. Tight lips that shone in the warm light of this dim attic room, glistening with arousal. Dipper felt mighty pleased to think that he had made her wet even before his dick was the size of his goddamn arm.
"O-Okay..." he muttered, already feeling all of his brainpower going straight to his dick. As he began to pull back, his eager, virgin mind couldn"t even comprehend the enormity of what he was about to do. Mostly because he was unbelievably horny now, and couldn"t think of much else other than " put dick in hole" . Feeling his cock tip pressing against her warm lips, the juices coating its bulbous flesh, Dipper took a deep, deep breath, the tingling he felt making his knees shake and his whole body shiver.
Putting even the lightest pressure against those lips made him shudder. He probably would have been much slower about it, had he not heard that beautiful noise. Dipper heard Wendy moan . Her voice raising an octave as his cocktip spread her apart just a bit, tickling against nerves that hadn"t been overwhelmed by a massive dick in a good while. And just like that, Dipper had convinced himself that he was a stud.
The reality of the situation is that Dipper clung to her ass, buried himself halfway in that booty to the point where he could barely breathe, and was now humping her like a desperate animal. His cock spreading her wide apart, reaching so deep that Wendy was starting to feel some new sensations. She felt a bump in her belly when he blew past the halfway point, a full body, burning, tingling sensation overwhelming her. That boy blew past all the foreplay and went straight for it. Wendy gasped, grunting, moaning, but also... he was going a bit too fast. He wasn"t letting her savor it.
So, he had to be reminded who was in charge. She couldn"t blame him for being over eager... so she was going to take control back from him and remind him to take a more measured pace.
It took a lot of mental gymnastics to block out the sight of her brother having sex with Wendy. A lot of mental gymnastics, and thinking about magical, sparkling pigs doing funny dances to distract herself. It only half-worked, as every ear-piercing SHMACK of his hips reverberated through their tiny world.
The Flashlight had fallen from Dipper"s grasp, rolling across the floor until it came to a rest beside Wendy"s boot... on the other side of all that mess . Pacifica had been floored by the sight of Dipper"s dick suddenly growing several sizes, her hands brushing around her belly (at least, Mabel assumed it was her belly, given she couldn"t see anything underneath her mega-tits) like she was wondering how it would feel inside of her . Such fantasizing was strictly off-limits, so Mabel grabbed Paz by the front of her shirt and dragged the oversized blonde along with her.
"I am so done with this whole thing! Pacifica, you"re buying me a whole sack full of sweets once this is all over! I"m talking the good stuff. King-sized bars and shit!" Mabel was swearing now. Oh, goodness.
"Why do I have to do anything for you!?"
"Because my brother spent all of his money on self-help books n" D&D SUPPLEMENTS!"
As Mabel stepped under the wide shadow of Wendy"s rear, she couldn"t have possibly imagined that she would be in any danger. That was until she noticed the shadow getting darker, the sound of her brother going "whoa" in a booming voice, and the sound of Pacifica"s panicked squealing. Mabel glanced upwards, and watched as twin meteors descended upon the Earth, threatening to flatten both girls like a pancake.
FWUMP! Wendy"s ass smacked against the floor, those fat cheeks squishing flat and spreading out, eager to fill as much space as possible. Most of Dipper was buried underneath her, every from his ankles to his neck pinned underneath her oversized booty. Everything was enveloped, even his arms were forced to his sides, squished between those boy-devouring cheeks.
"You need to slow down a bit, dude... hehehe... I get that you"re excited, but let"s chill out...~" Wendy rested a hand against her expansive thighs, beginning to work herself back and forth, up and down. She twitched a bit, letting out a coo as she felt that oversized dick stirring her insides around, her eye twitching a bit as that red-hot cocktip poked against places that most cocks would never touch... She twisted and squirmed on top of him, her ass jiggling and bouncing around him as she started to bounce up and down on top of him.
She took a more measured pace in comparison, rocking back and forth on top of the much smaller boy, who could do nothing other than bask in this wonderful feeling. Of all that ass clapping down against his tiny body, smooshing him between those ultra-soft globes, threatening to completely smother him in tons of booty. She could easily have crushed him, pounded him into the dirt. The fact that she was being relatively gentle just made it better, seeing how much she was holding back all that mutant lumberjack strength in order to ensure they both had a good time.
It felt better than anything his imagination could have conjured up. The wetness, the way she clamped down on him, her lips refusing to let go, her insides pulsing and squeezing around him, massaging every nerve like she was made for him. Those coos, and moans, and little squeaks as he plunged into her deepest depths. His hands pushed out against her booty, his limbs squishing firmly into all of that heavy ass, squeezing it tight and watching it bulge obscenely around it. "Mmmphhhm...!" He moaned, leaning his head forward just enough to fully immerse himself in it, bucking hips in rhythm with her rocking just to meet her in the middle. Even if his hips were begging for him to just sit still and take it, he couldn"t resist...
Mabel had just barely made it out... stumbling out of the way of that avalanche of booty, feeling the whole ground shake as that booty quaked and wobbled with enough force to make them lose their footing. Pacifica was not nearly as lucky; she had been half-squished underneath Wendy"s booty. Her only saving grace was her oversized boobs; they served as a nice cushion. Soft against soft turned it from potentially fatal into a simple smothering.
Mabel was quick to drag Pacifica out from underneath once Wendy"s booty rose into the air again, both of them immediately flopping down to the ground together once Wendy SLAMMED down on Dipper once more. What was normal, pelvis-cracking sex for them was a goddamn earthquake for these two.
Mabel didn"t even know where the Flashlight was anymore; probably stuffed under Wendy"s cheeks or something, she didn"t know, she didn"t care. Now she was just trying to survive. She clung to Pacifica for dear life, trying to weather the storm of floorboard creaking booty-clapping that threatened to blow out their eardrums with its intensity.
"Pacifica, if we die... I just want you to know one thing..." Mabel yelled.
"What...!?" Pacifica asked, a little annoyed that Mabel was basically using her boobs as a shock absorber but at least wanting to hear her friend"s last words.
"YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY BROTHER!"
"Huhhhn... jeez..." Wendy gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her lips pursed tight, biting, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. Her whole body was on fire. It was so deep, stretching her so much more than any other guy... Her legs were beginning to quiver, growing weaker as that overwhelming pleasure grew to a debilitating degree. Even her ultra-strong legs felt like jelly. "Nhnnh... fuck..." Wendy rolled her head back, moans flying freely from her lips. Dipper was in a similar state, trying his best to savor this amazing feeling, to make it last forever... But neither of them could hold on for long. Even Wendy"s more measure pace didn"t hold up for very long...
Her whole body twitched, her hips bucking forward as pulse-pounding jolts of pleasure flew through her body, her eyes rolling up, desperate pants and gasps reaching new heights as each thrust worked her further and further into a deep pit of ecstasy. An orgasm that made her thrash her head, twitch and thrust against him, working all sorts of energy out of her that only made it easier for her to send him over the edge.
A sudden deluge of warmth flooded her insides, a thick and plentiful stream of warm, thick cum exploding inside of her, not only filling her to the brim but spewing out from her overstretched lips, thick, heavy globs of the stuff oozing out around his cock, making room for even more cum pumped inside of her. Guess making his balls bigger had an effect on his loads... Should have been obvious, but Wendy wasn"t expecting this much cum. It was so warm, so thick, and there was just more and more of it... It made such a mess, but it felt so good, too... Just all of the warmth pumping into her, blasting against her insides and coating every last inch of it in a new, white paint job...
When his load finally began to slow, Wendy flopped forward. She felt full... warm, thick nut oozing out of her hole in droves, even while he was still inside of her. Her eyes went half-lidded, her entire face red as she basked in the afterglow. She wrapped her arms around her face, using them as a headrest while her chest heaved, and she tried to catch her breath. "... Hahh... hahh... Pretty cool, dude... we should play with that thing more..."
Dipper groaned. "I can"t feel my... legs... or my arms..." her butt wobbled around as he tried to move his aching limbs, to no avail.
Wendy giggled a bit. "Sorry."
"Do not be I am in heaven right now..." Dipper blushed a bit. He probably would have said more, were he not rudely interrupted by an annoyingly squeaky voice.
"HEAVEN!? You made the last twenty minutes absolute HELL!" He glanced around in confusion, wondering where such a tiny voice could possibly come from, only to glance to the side and see two tiny figures standing on the floor, next to his face.
"W-Wha... Pacifica?! Mabel!?" he reacted as you might expect, trying to censor himself. But again, booty. He couldn"t move his arms no matter how hard he tried.
"Where...?" Wendy asked tiredly, glancing around the room a bit. "... Nah, they probably didn"t hear a thing..."
"We heard everything, and it was traumatizing!" Mabel squealed, flailing her little arms around, her chest jostling about as she stamped her foot. Dipper just stared at the two of them incredulously. His sister was throwing a tantrum, meanwhile Pacifica just looked... shy, her face bright red and her eyes glancing off to the side, her lips pursed.
"W... How did this even happen...?" He asked, muttering to himself for a moment as he tried to figure out the sequence of events that could have lead to this. But he was drawing a total blank.
"... Wait..." It hit him like a pound of bricks. "D-Did you two... see everything...?"
"Yes, and I expect reparations for my suffering!" Mabel squealed. "You"re going to buy me so many stuffed animals... I"ll drive you bankrupt for putting your poor sister through this!"
The temptation was there to grab his "little sister" and flick her away, but he wasn"t feeling vindictive enough to do it yet. "Okay, okay, okay... I"ll fix you..." He grumbled. "Just... uhm..." he flopped his head back a bit. "Gimme a second... I just need to... rest a moment..."
"Oh, no! You"re not going to do anything before you turn us back!" She stomped over, kicking the side of his cheek several times in some attempt to get his attention again, but it was pretty much like a mosquito bite to him. Almost imperceptible. "Dipper! Bro! Come on! Wendy can"t hear me up there!"
Pacifica just stood at the sidelines, a hand on her cheek, her mind wandering off to other places... Hopefully Dipper wouldn"t be out cold for the rest of the night, or maybe Wendy would notice them at some point and help them change back...
Either way, both Pacifica and Mabel had a lot to think about in the meantime... Like ways to get revenge on him.
Or ways to get in that cute dork"s pants...