Chrissy's head was pounding. "Ladies and Gentlemen," said a voice she recognized, loudly. "You are about to see something that I'm sure none of you have seen before. I've never seen it done before, but it sure as hell is going to be incredible if it works." That sounded like Kevin, the captain of the college swim team.

The last thing Chrissy remembered was arriving at the frat party with her Theta Kappa Phi sisters. Where were they? She didn't dare open her eyes. She felt as if the whole world were off kilter.

"Now I know we've all had a lot to drink," Kevin continued, "some more than others, but what you are about to see will be something you'll want to remember so let's get out those cell phones out. Did anyone bring a video camera? Yes? Sweet." Kevin pointed to someone in the crowd. "Make sure that man has a good view. We'll youtube this shit all over the net."

Chrissy was wondering why her arms were sticking straight up, she wasn't holding them there.

"Now we've all heard the rumors about our wonderful cheerleads, right? Theta Kappa Phi represent!" There was a ragged cheer from a few of the women present. "Most of these rumors are about one person and one person alone, though the whole sorority often gets lumped in."

'I'm a cheerleader in Theta Kappa Phi,' thought Chrissy. She cracked open her eyes and saw a smear of colors before quickly closing them again.

Chrissy shivered as a breeze blew up her skirt. "As you can see, these rumors seem quite justified. In fact, from here they might even not do reality justice."

"Now Michael is upstairs right now. You all know Michael, right? He won silver at nationals last year in precision diving. He was robbed of a gold by those arseholes at PDU a couple of days ago." There was a round of applause and Michael appeared on the roof of the frat house. His muscled body glistened with oil. He was short, maybe only 5'2", Chrissy remembered. She'd dated him a few times, but had found kissing to be super awkward because she had nearly half a foot on him. A girl shouldn't have to tilt her head down to kiss her boyfriend. It was a small thing but Chrissy just couldn't get past it.

Chrissy's pulse was pounding in her ears. There was a weird pressure on her legs, like someone was pushing her thighs towards each other but pushing her feet away from each other; and it felt like she was doing the splits, but that didn't make sense. Her arms wouldn't dangle up unless she was upside down. If that was the case, how was she in the splits? unless she was being held there.

Chrissy opened her eyes once again. The riot of colour once again filled her vision, but she bore it out this time. She looked to the left and saw two sets of muscular legs there. She looked to the right and saw the same thing. She looked down and saw her ample bosom rising up out of the neck of her shirt, and beyond that, the night stars. What was going on?

"It looks like Michael is getting ready to jump," Kevin announced. "Everybody ready? If you can do high speed recording, turn it on now."

'I'm not.' Chrissy thought, but it didn't matter.

Michael leapt off the top of the roof, arms spread wide. His ripped body gleamed as he reached the apex of his jump. He brought his hand up and tucked his body into a pike position and did a double somersault with a half twist, emerging from it just before he hit his target. Instead of the typical diving position, hands extended straight overhead, Michael had his palms pressed together above his head.

Chrissy didn't know what hit her. She was wondering why she was upside down and wishing she'd worn panties because her skirt had flipped up. The four men holding her legs leaned away from her, making her gasp. It felt like they were trying to pull her in two like a wishbone. Then Chrissie's world exploded.

Half an hour earlier…

Kevin flopped back onto the couch. "Well, that sucks," he said. Chrissy had just passed out on the couch beside him. Michael sat, despondent, on the other side of her. Twice in a week he'd been robbed of glory. "Sorry man," Kevin said, "she was a sure thing. Creating an Eiffel Tower is something everyone should experience in college."

Chrissy started slipping down on the seat of the couch, but her skirt didn't. The hem crept up her thighs as the two men talked.

"I know," Michael lamented. "She was ready to go too. I heard she's up for anything when she liquored, and she was plenty liquored."

"Too liquored," Kevin said. "Maybe that why she never drinks. You know I heard she did TP once in high school in a field party."

"TP?" Michael asked as Chrissy slipped lower.

"Three dicks in her vage," Kevin said.

Michael shook his head. "No way. I used to go out with her. She's not like that."

"People change man," Kevin said. "This was way before you started dating her. I heard she's cavernous down there."

"Be that as it may," Michael replied, "three dicks? Come on."

Kevin didn't reply. Instead he was looking down. Chrissy's bum had slid nearly off the seat of the couch; the pleather had kept her skirt firmly in place though. Her hem had pulled up above her crotch displaying the fact that she was pantyless. "She really was ready to go," Kevin remarked. "Holy shit, look at the size of that thing. It’s nearly a foot long."

"Holy crap," Michael replied. As Chrissy slouched lower her legs spread, pulling her lips open and revealing the void beyond. "I take back my doubting the triple penetration. She could probably fit four dicks in there with no problem."

"Dude, she could fit my head in there." Kevin said. "Christ. I bet you could put both hands in and clap without hitting the walls."

"I've never seen anything like that before." Michael said in awe.

Kevin took a swig from the bottle they had been using to ply Chrissy. "Hey Michael," he asked. Michael looked up at him. Kevin’s eyes flicked down. "Think you could hit it?" Michael didn't answer. He wasn't exactly sure what Kevin was asking. "From the top tower," Kevin pressed, "could you hit a target that size?"

"Yeah, sure," Michael replied. "I mean, probably."

Kevin clapped a hand on Michael's shoulder. "Tonight we're going to make history and get you the glory you've been denied."

Michael paused to take a swig from the bottle that he had. "What? Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

Kevin nodded, his eyes ablaze. "This will show everyone that you deserved to win that title. It'll be better than any Eiffel Tower."

Michael was silent. He knew he shouldn't, but his drunken mind was working incorrectly and he couldn't come up with a reason to not try. She had been going to give it up to the both of them. That much had been obvious. He took another swig form his bottle.

“Do you think it’s even possible?” Michael asked.

Kevin looked him unflinchingly in the eye. “Normally I’d say no, but look at her,” he said. “She is ginormous and you aren’t a large guy.”

“But what if it isn’t and I break her?” Michael asked.

Kevin didn’t even have to pause. “That doesn’t matter. If it doesn’t work it doesn’t work; but if it does and we missed out on this opportunity to discover that…” Kevin let it hang as he took another swig. “That would be unforgiveable. We must do it because the opportunity has presented itself and it would be negligent of us to waste it.”

Michael couldn’t resist Kevin’s charisma. “Alright,” he said. “If you think it can be done, then yes.”

“Yes!” Kevin exclaimed and clapped his hands. “You go get suited up my man, and douse yourself in olive oil or something. It should make entry easier. I'll take care of the rest."

Back to the present

For everyone watching, it was over in an instant. Chrissy went from slim to supersized in less than half a second. Michael found himself forced into a ball in a very tight, very wet, and very humid space. The men holding Chrissy staggered when the impact occurred, but held their feet as the weight suspended between them doubled. Chrissy’s skirt exploded off her body and her shirt tore when her stomach ballooned into a three-foot ball. Her chest expanded as well, making her whole torso appear ovoid.

There was silence from the spectators, having just watched the impossible occur. It was Kevin that broke that silence. He threw his hands in the air. The forgotten, mostly empty, bottle in his grasp took flight. “He did it! Michael is inside Chrissy!” There was an enormous cheer form the crowd that covered the sound of the empty bottle smashing on the street.

Chrissy was lowered to the ground. A crowd gathered around her taking pictures of her distorted body, but she wasn’t aware. She was thinking of the torment she’d endured all her life. She’d been called a freak so many times because of her unusually sized anatomy. She had tried embracing it, but that only resulted in her getting hurt. She’d thought that by moving across the country and hiding her peculiarity she could run away from her past. This was magnitudes worse that high school ever was. Tears leaked form her eyes as she felt Michael struggling within her. Everything hurt.