MacroMarch 2025: What if Jess Grew Part 3: Page 2: Golden Lake By the Mountains

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To all remaining survivors..... good luck....

(last page gets posted next week)

STORY:

Jess had been finding it more and more difficult to walk for a while now. Ever since she had knelt down to examine the moss earlier, there had been an unignorable tickling sensation growing in her nether regions.

“I hope I didn’t get a rash down there or something” Jess sighed to herself remembering how stupid she had been to press her naked pussy into some unknown terrain.

To be honest, even before kneeling down, Jess had been somewhat distracted. Ever since she had woken up in this strange world, there had been a, not necessarily unpleasant, yet hard to describe sensation deep within her urinary tract. It was almost as if sparklers had been going off all the way through her and had been making her feel somewhat wet while also really just needing to find a washroom.

Alas, she had walked for over an hour and hadn’t found any sign of life at all, let alone a clean toilet. By the time she finally reached the knee height pointed stones she could barely stand up straight anymore.

“M-maybe just for a moment won’t be too bad…” Jess thought to herself as she gingerly set her butt down on the ground leaning back against one of the conical shaped rocks. She wasn’t sure how she felt about doing this outside but she was getting desperate and hadn’t run into anyone thus far anyways. Besides, she had already been walking around butt naked for ages.

Jess’ hand reached down expertly targeting her already erect twitching clitoris when she felt the sudden sensation of something long and hard bursting out from her urethra.

“AH!!” Jess cried, throwing her head back. This final sensation was all it took to release the floodgates she had been fighting so hard to hold back as her entire lower region began convulsing violently.

Jess’ right heel dug a trench in the soft ground beneath her while her left foot pressed hard against a large pointed boulder across from her as her entire body was attacked by wave after wave of pleasure. It felt as if hundreds of tiny insects were climbing around through her deepest, most intimate places. Rubbing away at every crevice in her most sensitive areas.

It wasn’t long before urine and cum burst out of her orifices mixing together in a large puddle between her legs.

“Heh, heh heh.” Jess panted, her head feeling woozy from the overwhelming sensations she had just experienced. “At… At least there was no one around to see that…”

Exhausted from the orgasm, Jess’ consciousness began to fade. The stream of urine from her full bladder however continued to flow freely into the puddle below. A small stream had formed from it as the puddle overflowed and began to flow down the hill.

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Unbeknownst to Jess; thousands of people had been present to ‘see that’. In fact they had been the cause of it.

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The survivors of flight 6934 on Jess’ scalp understood the least of what was going on. The almost kilometer long black vines around them blocked out all light and the jungle was impossible to see out of. Sure they felt the ground beneath them shake and they could hear Jess’ passionate cries, but still they were mostly focused on trying to survive.

Gathered around the broken fuselage of the jumbo jet, they were attempting to cook a ‘meal’.

Having collected Jess’ natural skin oil to use as fuel for a fire, the survivors attempted to boil Jess’ sweat in order to cook a large flake of skin they had collected to eat. It was tough to chew and the taste was questionable at best, but it was protein and meant that they would live to see another day.

Much further south; deep within the now dripping, twitching folds of Jess’ swollen vagina, the few remaining survivors of the neighbourhood tried their best to recover from the damage. Many had been caught up in the flood of Jess’ sexual fluids and as such, a great effort had been put underway in order to dig them out of the thick viscous fluids dripping out of their pulsating cavern.

After all they had been through, and realizing the vagina was far too high up for them to have any hope of climbing down from, the survivors had decided on undertaking an extreme tactic for survival.

Being fully aware of what the tunnel they were trapped in was, and what lay at the end of it, the survivors planned to make their way deeper inside, hopefully finding their way through the giantess’ cervix in hopes that it would be a far more protected and less volatile land to rebuild in.

Finally far beneath the dripping vagina, floating in the ever growing lake of urine and cum, there were not only bits of subway cars, but also the original subway platform and all those who had been present on it, all of which had accidentally been scooped up into Jess’ urethra when she first grew.

Surprisingly, or maybe even miraculously; there were still some who had survived both the high pressure jet of urine and subsequent fall.

Casualties were high and injuries even higher, but there were still a fairly large number of people who were still moving, desperately trying to tread the yellow water before it became too deep for them to escape with their injuries.

As each of the groups of survivors could only make out of a section of Jess’ 6.8 km tall body, no one could view her as anything less than a goddess and natural disaster all bundled into one. No one could see her for just the average 30+ year old girl that she was nor could they possibly comprehend that she held no grudge against them and was simply feeling a bit lonely and lost.

And yet, as Jess lay propped up against mountains that nearly cracked beneath her weight, she was in fact nothing more than an ordinary woman, and would soon return to the normal life she had known before.

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