This choice: Their growth shows no sign whatsoever of stopping as they surpass that point. • Go Back... -A story route requested by another user-
Franziska's argument with Phoenix had gone on quite a while now, both of their voices slowly rising and their rebukes toward one another growing increasingly petty with time. She had just accused him of being fixated on her nudity as evidenced by the persistent erection he'd had since this entire debacle had begun, and he had returned the accusation with the pointed acknowledgment that she definitely could've been looking at areas other than his exposed crotch but for some reason kept returning her gaze there.
When her voice stalled and she froze up in frustration, it was the first time in a couple of minutes that she had really acknowledged anything around their position.
Glancing around caused her to blink in shock. She and Phoenix were enormous now, the contents of the shipping yard looking like the decorations of a child's train set around her. She could see clear out to the vast ocean, and to the sprawl of the city behind Phoenix's position. Her body already felt hot even with the cool coast air breezing around her, and recognizing that regardless of how unoccupied the space around them might have seemed up to this point, her nude figure absolutely had to be visible to thousands of people now, at minimum. Even sitting down as they were, she and Phoenix rose well above the heights of everything in the shipping yard, and their voices must have been carrying out into the city beyond.
Her natural reaction to such an idea ought to have been disgust and indignity, but for some reason those feelings seemed small and inconsequential. They were being suppressed by... something else - the strange arousal she had been feeling since she awoke had been bubbling away beneath the anger she had been displaying, and as she looked back to Phoenix Wright in front of her, she found her eyes lingering on the way his intense expression put his smooth, masculine facial features into relief, and the light muscle tone she could see in his bare chest and arms.
She tore her eyes away, cursing under her breath. What the hell had compelled her to so obviously stare like that...? Phoenix Wright might have been a dull-witted fool, but even he wouldn't have failed to notice what she'd just been doing. She half expected his erection to somehow become even more prominent at the idea that she (she, Franziska von Karma!) was actually giving him physical attention.
Shaking herself out of her increasingly jumbled thoughts, Franziska at last got to her feet. By now, either foot alone was bigger than the entire floor space of the building they'd woken up in. If it had still been standing, she could have planted a sole on top of it and crushed it to rubble just by pushing down. She positively towered over the entire surrounding area, looking to be even taller than most of the buildings in the space just beyond the shipping yard.
Phoenix stood up as well.
"What, nothing else to snap at me for?" he asked, a hard edge still present in his frustrated voice. He visibly adjusted his footing, his sheer size making it impossible not to damage anything else all the way down on the ground just by moving around.
Franziska pushed past him, not sure of what she was doing besides just wanting him out of her face. When she shifted her weight to ensure she didn't somehow make unintended contact with the erection jutting out from Phoenix's body, her left foot snagged on something startlingly solid down on on the ground and she staggered. Her foot heavily damaged whatever had tripped her, but couldn't quite break all the way through it, and she began to fall.
An arm caught her, and she gave a small gasp.
Getting a hand onto Phoenix's bicep, she steadied herself and pushed away, spinning around to face him again. The motion caused her heel to obliterate several small structures down on the ground before her foot settled down.
Phoenix looked surprised to have caught her, like he had done it entirely on reflex.
Franziska glared up at him, but somehow the brief contact with him caused the arousal she couldn't seem to fight down to flare powerfully up. An urge flashed into her mind.
"You... Phoenix Wright, if you think foolishly affecting some foolish facsimile of chivalry will-"
To her complete shock, Phoenix reached forward and closed a gentle hand over her own. Simultaneously, her arousal and its neighbouring flare of anger both exploded to life.
Franziska threw Phoenix's hand away and lunged at him, both arms dragging him down into a kiss.
Regardless of their enormous growth, she was smaller than he was, and while Phoenix stumbled slightly in shock, he managed to keep his footing. She felt his hands gingerly touching her lower back. She wanted to... she wasn't sure. Phoenix Wright touching her at all without her express permission made her want to slap him, but under the circumstances... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 NotImmediately (UN: olimarnite at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
NotImmediately has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author