Kayla The Skybound Ebony Ch 05

It was a vague impression that left precise memories. The smell of sweat was everywhere. Jonathan found himself walking in a completely alien place. The ground under his feet felt like rigid stretched rubber. This landscape was made up of large, dark, house-sized discs, piled up and completely entangled in one another like a squashed mound of autumn leaves. It stretched as far as the horizon would allow. An endless field of this strange desert. In a seemingly bottomless hole, in between the strange discs Jonathan walked upon, an immense, tall, dark and slick tree-like wall pointed upward, slowly tapering the farther up it went. Jonathan reached forward, he noticed the structure of the construct seemed a bit flaky. Big, thick barks seemed to peel outward, like an opening flower. Out of some inner unknown desire, Jonathan tried climbing the object. One step at a time, he was able to rise up this strange trunk. He reached the top of a peeled layer, slid down slightly into the inner trunk. Jonathan turned around and admired the landscape, hidden away in the ridge provided by the rigid layer. It was then that Jonathan saw the discs move. Suddenly, more and more of them seemed to rise up. Jonathan didn't have enough time to understand what was happening, as the dark tree he was standing in increased immeasurably in size, making him lose his footing and falling back down. He fell down the slope of the inner trunk for what seemed like an eternity, the crevice of the bark engulfing him. He fell backward and into Kayla's waiting arm.

The sudden light blinded him. Jonathan saw Kayla's tall thigh in front of him, his eyes still tired from his sleep. He realized the omnipresent odour of sweat he had noticed before was Kayla's skin, on which he had been sleeping. Her right hand left the area between her legs and went by his body to hold him in place as she turned to her side. Her left breast slid downward as she moved, forcefully hitting the ground with enough weight, not unlike if someone heavy had jumped near Jonathan. It definitely was as big as his upper body now, if not a bit bigger.

"I was so comfortable outside here. I almost fell asleep too. This sunbathing is great!" Kayla left Jonathan to sit down. She sat up, turned slowly toward Jonathan, carefully bringing her left leg over him before bringing it back toward her to sit with her legs crossed. As she sat, Jonathan brought himself closer to one of her feet sticking out of from under the tibia of her other leg. "What now?" He asked her. Jonathan massaged her sole as best as he could. Her toes looked thicker than his arms. The size difference bewildered him. "You've definitely outgrown the house. Are you alright? How are you feeling?" Kayla visibly pondered, moving her mouth left and right. "It's weird. I just feel very fresh. I felt tired at first when I laid down, but the feeling quickly disappeared. I just left you nap for a bit."

Jonathan backed up, looking at her. Her behind overflowed from her weight, displacing the ground around it. The feet in front of him receded under her leg as she then brought them down in front of her. Jonathan felt the ground shake a bit. As she got up, dirt and grass fell off around Kayla. Her standing weight now pressed the ground a great deal as her center of gravity moved, pushing the soil around her feet like one would if it was simple mud. Jonathan backed off and looked at the knee just above him, and the seemingly immense tower standing four times higher than him. "I feel like exploring the area a bit," she asked him while stretching her arms out. "Anything I should worry about?" Jonathan pondered, but he could not think of anything. His house was far out of the way, and the closest highway they came on was at least five kilometers away. Even then cars seldom passed by. "I think you'll be fine. As far as I know there's nothing for quite a bit all around the cottage." Kayla smiled. Her hands pressed on her hips. "Alright then, I'll see you later!"

Jonathan looked as Kayla departed, the earth trembling with each footstep, the sound of their shock passing through his ribcage like a large whale breaching water. The tall nubian beauty entered the sparse forest by the cottage, her hands hovering over the trees as one could walking a field of wheat. The tallest trees barely reached her stomach. Jonathan sat on his porch for a bit. After quite a while had passed, he still could see her clearly in the distance. There was a truly perplexing illusion to seeing such a tall person over such a distance, giving an illusion of her being much closer than she was. Kayla turned around and waved at him before continuing deeper towards the hills past the treeline. Satisfied, Jonathan headed inside.

The house smelled of damp water, sweat and sex. The broken stairs a testament to the power that had moved through his house. Moving inside the living room, he examined the makeshift bed from last night. Even it seemed completely unmade, from when Kayla was still of a tall but somewhat believable height. The sheets were still soaked with her water. Jonathan took them, pressed them against his face and took a deep breath. Her odor lingered, penetrating his body. A short feeling of numbness and shock passed through him. He next folded the sheets in a bundle, took the pillow cases off and brought everything to the cellar. The ground was littered with broken pieces of wood from Kayla's decent above. The basement was dark, and Jonathan flicked a light switch on and off. Something must have broken. Still his eyes adapted enough to see the washing machine. It was only after he had put the sheets in that he realized: the water was off, and there was no way he could put it back on without starting the mess upstairs again.

Kayla had rendered the basic necessities of his house unusable in just a few hours through small growth spurts, without a single intent of destruction. Every time she grew, it seemed to push her further, faster. Jonathan thought he would have to ask her to restrain herself for the time being when she'd be back. What if others found out? Is there an end? Images of Jonathan's dream flashed briefly. A feeling of discomfort passed through him. Something told him the game they played was dangerous.

Somewhere else, at the bottom of a hill past a small forest close to a certain cottage, a small prairie dog foraged for food. There, amongst the shrub to the forest was bound to be some seeds it could use and bring back to its younglings. A quick look around, and the coast was clear. It darted forward, expertly evading rocks and twigs, aiming for a small sprout of green. With the joy of a small infant, it sprung upon its prey as if it had transformed into a vicious predator. The poor plant was torn apart, before it had time to question what had happened to itself. The rodent stuffed its mouth, seemingly beaming with animal pride. It had won, and would certainly find more of such greenery around the area. It spotted more, a few meters upfront, and dashed for it. As sudden as it had started tearing through the plant's cellulose, the prairie dog stopped. Something wasn't right. Something dangerous was coming. A few birds flew over its head. The ground trembled. The rodent looked around, there was nothing in sight. It's instinct kicked into high gear. It felt it in its gut. The earth shook stronger. Whatever was there was much closer. The furry creature ran back toward its nest. There it could hide in safety. More birds overhead. Its little paws carried it as fast as it could, the sound of cracking branches behind it. Finally it reached the top of a small rock, just before one of the entrances to its lair. It turned around and looked at the forest one last time. There, in between two trees, stood one of the biggest creatures its eyes ever laid upon: it stood on its hind legs, its forward appendages pushing two trees apart in order to pass through. As it advanced, the two trees behind it snapped back into position violently, hitting against each other with a snap. The sound scared the little observer. A sudden jump was all it took to reach safety. The prairie dog slipped in the hole, like a perfect dive wouldn't disturb most of the water of a pool.

Kayla could see for what seemed like miles. A small hill cresting in front, only a floor high to her. She could scarcely believe how just a few more meters to her height made everything seem disproportionately small. In just a few steps, she was up the slope. Her feet had made small indentations, like one would leave going up a small mound made of loose dirt. Unearthed boulders rolled down the slope, before coming to a slow stop. Kayla was remodeling the very ground simply by walking. Looking out all the way past the forest, she saw Jonathan's small house, with a winding road that trailed off into the distance, toward the highway, barely a small trait in the distance. Turning around, all Kayla could see was endless shrubs, with large rocks dotting the landscape. There were a light forests spaced around vast empty grounds that, from a distance seemed devoid of life. She knew it to be false since her foray into the shrublands.

With tremendous tremors, Kayla sat down. The flesh of her behind squashed everything, overflowing over all sorts of rocks, twigs and other small plants. She brought her knees toward her chest and crossed her arms on them, providing a place for her chin to rest. Stray thoughts filled her mind. She wondered what to do now. The gravity of the situation slowly dawning on her: in a few days, she had easily become four to five times as tall as a normal person. Nothing seemed to indicate the trend would reverse.

Wind passed through her locks. A fresh breeze cooling her amidst the heavy sun rays. Her feet pushed some boulders around, like one would a simple pebble. She admired how easy it was. This would have usually required the work of an excavator. Kayla laughed. She pushed more boulders down the slope. Loud thumps echoed from colliding granites. Little by little, as boredom presented itself, tiredness weighed down on her eyelids. Small hints of hunger pricked away at her stomach. It was the first time in an inordinate amount of hours that Kayla felt the need of her flesh. Her thoughts moved upon the future once more. She would have to think of a way out of her looming problems. Kayla carefully laid on her back and looked at the sky. Her right hand stroked her stomach.

Constantly, she felt she needed to stem a tide of lust. "Maybe... one last time" she thought. She would have to. There was no way she should keep growing. Eventually she would have to deal with eating and other functions. Eventually she would have to confront others as the story gets out. Eventually maybe people would turn on her. Kayla rubbed around her rapidly inflating clitoris. Eventually, maybe people would bow to her.

Her legs crossed. Her feet pushed further down, displacing all manners of soil. Her head pushed upward, her locks dragging behind. Her lips opened, and out bellowed a deep, profound guttural moan. The sound of frightened birds echoed from the forest as whatever animal had stayed behind escaped. As they instinctively flew off, one quick side glance revealed a dark shape up the hill taking an ever increasing amount of space. The creature moaned again, and its form expanded anew. The birds screeched a warning and continued on their way.

Inside the cottage, the rooms where bright. Lingering dust in the air revealed sun rays. Jonathan was sitting in the kitchen at the table. In the middle of it: an old house phone. His hands together, his nose resting on them, the obviously distraught man was pensive. A debate raged in the sea of his thoughts. An old grandfather clock ticked away in the living room, filling the silence with constant, rhythmic ticks. In the end, Jonathan's features took on a more decided appearance. He picked up the phone and dialed.