CyberSlut by Edward Paul Nancy becomes a giantess to dominate men in a bar Update: 06/10/1997 to giantess *The Adventures of Queen Nancy, 'Wrestling CyberSlut'* .. * She Lets Her Friends Call Her 'Cy': Her Enemies Just Call Her SLUT!* .. .. "Shut up you stupid fuck, and get your slimy hands off me!" With a swat of her leather enclased hand, the normally cool, but now flushed-red, CyberSlut slapped the vulgar man's arm off her metalic hot pants. Moving confidently to her left, CyberSlut's leathered fist slugged the top of the man's balding head. His hugely fat body jerked up and then slumped to the floor. Everyone in the bar stopped to watch the action. A fight between Ugly Bob Brain and a 'gadslut,' those being the homely women that hung out at tough joints like the "Ain't Here" cocktail lounge. Only this 'gadslut' was a real looker; sometimes that happened, and that's why all the tough guys hung out there, waiting for the 'gadslut' lookers, like the one that just decked Ugly Bob. However, the Queen was 'gadslut', she was a CyberSlut. Patrons of the "Ain't Here" were about to learn the difference between a 'gadslut' and a CyberSlut! "Get off the fucking floor you piece of porkrine." Cyberslut touched her cunt and gently rubbed her clit. Feeling some excitement, the ravishing redhead reached down and grabbed the big slob's Ear. "If you'd had any hair, I'd grab you by that," snickered the Slut. "Guess I just have to pull off some of your flesh." Feeling a deeper flash of excitement when she heard the painful moans of her beaten man, Cy pulled her new found 'friend' up and back onto his chair. Bending a bit to grasp his weakend hand, Cy's flaming waist long red hair fell softly over her face. Brushing it back with the leathered covered top part of her hand, CyberSlut calmly, cooly, and without warning, kneed the pigswine in his unprotected balls. The ugly man fell off the bar stool, writhing in pain. "Gaauud. Shit woman, all I wanted to do was touch your butt-hind." "Good. Well you can't!" Replied the Slut. "But I tell you what. You can touch this guy's butt." With a gleam, CyberSlut continued, "in fact, all of you moron's can touch each other's butt!" And with that, the 5'9" bundle of perfectly sculputured muscle grabbed the head of her enslaved butt-hind, and pulled him up and placed him onto his knees. CyberSlut eyed the cocktail lounge. There were one, maybe two homely looking 'gadsluts', otherwise the placed was filled with limped dicked deadbeats. "Alright I need some volunteers." CyberSlut placed her hands firmly on her hips, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. The Queen systematicly began to breath all the while consciously expanding her 36DD chest. She carried those succulent mammeries in a tightly fitted soft metalic, jet black, tank top. (There was no possible way to ignore the fact that no matter what she was, friend or foe, CyberSlut possessed the body of a Red Hot Vixen, and the soul of a Demonic Witch.) Queen Cyberslut began to fill her mind with thoughts about being Big, about how Powerful she is, about acts of Domination, and about tiny whimpering men running about her ankles, grabbing but unable to hold onto her magnificint, powerful calfs. As these thoughts swelled in and throughout her inner and outer aura, Cyberslut began to grow. Slowly at first. Every part of her expanding at the same rate: As she grew 2" upward, her legs, chest, arms, neck, and smooth skinned face grew proportionally in width and depth. The men gasped and turned their stunned heads upward. Cyber Slut quickly reached 15' tall. Unfortunately, the ceiling was only twenty feet high, and since CyberSlut wanted to be at least 15' taller than the tallest man in the room (6'5"), the CyberGiantness needed 3 more feet. "Alright you worthless lot of morons, ON YOUR KNEES!" In immediate compliance to this towering female figure, the captivated men all fell to their knees. Next the CyberQueenSlut, now 17' tall, took one last deep breath and thought about tiny little men running through the cracks in her toes, kissing and stroking her sensitive flesh. She imagined one or two minute migets straining their little bitty heads between her toenails, using their teeth to clean out any dirt or lint that may reside there. Within 10 amazing seconds, CyberSlut grew to the restricted 19.' Once there, the Giantness commanded, "Everybody, reach out to your itty bitty neighbor, and pull down his puny pitty pants." CyberSlut laughed to herself and then outloud as she looked down on the sight: Fifty-three men, no taller than her knee, were standing before her, butt naked. "Wonderful," barked the Giant CyberSlut, her exquisitly tight form towering over the lot. "Now each of you, ... stick your finger in your buddies' butt hole." There was instant compliance. Once all her little men had their little finger up someother's little butt, Queen CyberSlut stepped to the middle of the room, kicking a row of 3 to 5 butt- fingered minatures out of her way. When she reached the middle of the room, Giantness CyberSlut put her hands of her hips, and looked down on the 'conga-line' that held her entrapped men. "Alright you little finger-fuckn'-butt-holes, let that be a lesson to each and every tinsy winsy one of you. Never, ever lay a hand on a Giantness, and don't you ever, and I mean ever, call me Cy. ... Only my friends call me Cy: My enemies call me SLUT! You, my little limpbuttscules, are neither. As my slaves, you may *only* call me Queen Wrestling CyberSlut." The Queen reached up, and stroked her excited saucers poking through her jet black nylonsoft metalic tank top. Cy felt a brief flash of excitement, and sighed. Satisfied, Queen Wrestling Cyberslut took two steps over her minions and position herself at the door that led out of "Ain't Here" lounge. Suddenly, the Giant female began to shrink back to normal size. It was a smooth, but quick downward descent to CyberSluts' 5'9" inch frame. "Ha, ... men!?" mocked the flaming redhead, as she turned and walked out of the bar. The men in the bar all watched as the powerful, and amazing CyberVixenSlut saunter out of their lives. Most of them returned to their drinks; some of them remained the way she had placed them: butt-fingered buddies. 'That was good,' thought Cyberslut. 'The bar will be of use to me, .... when I finally meet up with the "DickMen Twins".' .. -end-