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Birthday Surprise	By : Twitchystitch Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 4203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Birthday Surprise
- 1
Cody Anderson, fourteen years old and feeling more depressed he usually did even at this time of the year, doodled a meaningless shape into the sand under him, the wooden back of his old sandbox solid and refreshingly there under him. The plush emu propped between his scrawny legs, soft and sweet, felt a little bit like having a friend.
“At least you’re there for me, Jerry,” Cody said, giving the emu a little kiss. He looked down at the sand and wiped he had written away. It wasn’t important anyway.
He scuttled up, small and short and skinny and still feeling lonely, and stared out through the large property his family owned. His house (more of a mansion, really) looked fairly distant, pine trees scattered about prettily and small bits of their pokey needles lying upon the ground against the grass where the wind had carried them (and there was a bit of snow, here and there, as the weather was getting colder. Not too far from him was the workshop his parents had built for him to machine electronics, tinker with computers, and do all the little mechanical things that so occupied him when he was in the mood. His parents were nice enough, he supposed, but a little too focused with their own interests and more often than not he was keenly aware that they were a little too happy when he found something that got them out of their hair for a while.
They were so disinterested in him, their own son, that they had forgotten his birthday again. This was decidedly not an encouraging thought.
It was a lot of landscape, he thought, and the bigness of it made him feel lonely. With a sudden inspiration that was many years too mature for him but left to grow in the fertile land of an imagination that was more enthusiastic than realistic (and was still influenced by his parents who he nonetheless saw as a good example of marriage, for they were happy with each other and seemed to think of each other as very best friends instead of a life partner), it occurred to him that one day it would be his, and it felt even lonelier looking at the idea of him in the future being all alone here. He thought that it would be nice to have someone to share it with.
Cody absently tapped at the sand. He was a bit of a mechanically gifted lad, and with the imaginative streak that is far more of a boon to the scientific and engineering branches than it is in other occupations, he wondered exactly how hard it would be to make a time machine, and resolved to keep this in mind until he actually managed to make one, maybe a bunch of years later in the future when he had the resources to actually do it.
There was a faint crackle overhead. It sounded something like distant lightning. Cody ignored it.
“Maybe,” Cody said dreamily, cupping his chubby cheeks into hands that were rather smaller for a boy at all, and needless to say one his age. “One day I’ll meet a nice girl. A nice big girl, curvy and tall and super-pretty! And I’ll send her back in time to hang out with me today. A nice birthday present to myself.” He sighed. “Yeah… that’d be nice. And while I’m at it, I wish I had a soda right now!”
He shrugged, a distinct feeling of horrible coldness settling into the pit of his stomach at the thought of being so alone for so long… and then the sand in front of him abruptly exploded in a cloud right in front of him. Cody squealed like a little girl, scrambling back out of the sandbox, and tipped right over the side, landing on his back. “Ow!” He sat up, and right in the middle of his sandbox was a small object, still steaming with cold frost.
It was a can of soda.
Looking around curiously, Cody picked it up. It was refreshingly cold in his head. He popped it and took a drink, and he hummed happily at the sweetness of it. “Well, that’s nice,” he said to himself. “Okay, future me, a girl would be nice too!” He chuckled at his own wit.
If he had looked up, he would have seen the temporal portal overhead closing up. But he did not, so he was totally caught off-guard first by the thunderous crash of it sealing shut, and then by something very big and heavy smashing into the ground behind him, the small shockwave knocking him right off his feet and narrowly missing banging himself on the sandbox.
He hit the ground and rolled a few time. “Ow!” He whined, sitting up. He stopped cold, baby-blue eyes opening wide in wonder. Sitting a short distance from him was a perfectly spherical capsule with a weird hatch on the front, a number of totally awesome looking devices and components just under the metal protection of its heavy outer hull, and upon this hull was a message: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CODY-KINS!
Cody blinked. He thought he rather liked being called Cody-kins, though it sounded so… sickly-sweet.
There was a rumbling inside, various mechanisms going around and powering up (or off, he thought, seeing how a few blinking lights on the front powered off) and rather louder was a distinctly female voice; a little deeper than what he assumed women usually sounded like, the syllables capped up at a higher feminine pitch in places, and wonderfully throaty. Parts of him began tingling painfully at the sound of it, and Cody squirming in humiliation.
The hatch popped open with a grunt, forced open from the inside when it opened too slowly for the lone occupant’s preference. It swung on internal hinges, retracting inwards after a moment, and for a moment Cody saw the hand that had done it; splayed out in empty air for a moment, elegant and pretty fingers fumbling around uselessly, skin a wondrously fetching shade of tan brown and edging through chocolate-like shades in places (and he just loved chocolate so much), and Cody thought it looked a lot larger than what he assumed women’s hands usually were and the arm behind it was thick and well-muscled.
Whoever it was slipped back with a startled yell of “GREAT PENGUIN-SLAPPING MOTORBOATS!” Cody blinked in surprise.
The capsule creaked back and forth as someone in it stood up, leaning completely to the left. Cody gawked at this, and the sound of the woman yelped as she bumped herself – her shoulders and head, from the sound and complaints of pains in those precise areas – reached him. He faintly wondered just how huge she had to be.
The capsule creaked again as the woman tripped out of the capsule with another yelp, whining in apparent pain and shook herself off, brushing away needles. Cody stared at her, having to look up a lot and kept staring. She was worth it, and he numbly thought that she was the most unbelievably beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was also the biggest person he had ever seen in his life. As she brushed herself off some more, she caught sight of him and her mouth opened in a brilliant but rather silly grin and she skipped towards him, and Cody wasn’t sure if he was imagining the ground shaking with her steps. Feet (a bit small and cutely undersized for such a massive woman but still dwarfing him completely) clad in green sandals carried her to him, and he was treated to the sight of an absolutely massive woman so large that when she stopped in front of him, the top of his head didn’t even go up past her mid-thigh. A pale green sleeveless shirt shoulder off her impressive physique; wide but not exactly broad shoulders trimmed with attractive muscle shrugged up and down as she bobbed in place, and Cody gulped at the sight of well-defined abdominal muscles upon the sweet bulge of her belly. She giggled, bouncing in place, and Cody stared at her low-cut shirt, offering a glimpse of cleavage; she was huge there, her breasts not exactly massive but a heck of a lot bigger than any other woman he had seen.
She tilted her head. Cody realized she had caught him staring, and bowed his head shamefaced before he heard her giggling happily.
He looked up again. A plump and slightly pointed face, features cute rather than beautiful and enormously attractive for it, smiled down at him, her full and enticing lips a few shades darker than her brown skin, teeth white and shining slightly with saliva as if her mouth had been watering just now. She shifted in place, suddenly anxious; again Cody was stunned by how big she was. Her body was incredibly curvy, waist rather trimmer despite her bulk and muscle, hips exceptionally broad and thick. A pair of shorts creaked slightly with her more extravagant movements, cut-off cargo pants short enough to just barely reach her knees, but for all their looseness they could not conceal just how amazingly huge her thighs were. Cody felt his mouth watering at the simple fact that her legs were thicker around than he was, she was just so big and sexy and he totally forgot what he’d been thinking about a few second ago because she was really, REALLY pretty.
The giant woman giggled. (Cody later looked into it and found out that this was an accurate term; he wasn’t sure how tall she was later on, but he did find out that she was at least seven and a half feet tall, and 7’2 was the legal minimum height for a giant.) She pulled back a thick forelock of purple hair, falling over her face in a mess of curls and longer bangs. Her hair looked dyed, several streaks of more natural brown popping up here and there along the sides of her head right around the lobe of a rather cute ear studded with earrings and actual studs (and in one of them he could have sworn he saw car keys). He was a sucker for long hair, and this purple loveliness fell around her big shoulders and down, down, right past what he was sure was her butt, where it looked like it was being pushed out by her massive backside.
The giant woman loomed over him, taking a excited step closer to him. Suddenly aware of how huge she was, and how much bigger she was than him, Cody squeaked and fell back. The woman immediately gasped in horror and hurried over him, and his surprise her hands clasped his own, his much smaller hands totally swallowed up between her extremely strong palms and fingers. She felt so warm and soft. It felt… really nice.
“Oh my gosh!” she said so quickly it sounded like one word (‘Ohmigawsh’ Cody translated dreamily) and held him up. “Are you okay?”
“Um… I think so…” He said, freezing in place as she peered down. She was still so large that even sitting down with him as she was now, the top of his fluffy brown hair still didn’t come up even to her ribs, and with the way she was sitting her shirt had been pulled to show the thick valley of an awful lot of cleavage. He gulped and looked away, shaking a bit.
She bit her lip. He noticed his teeth were a bit crooked, and though of his own gap-toothed smile. Cautiously, charmed by her rather erratic demeanor, he dared to present this very smile to her. Whatever had been troubling her left immediately, and she grinned so widely he couldn’t help smiling bigger.
“Um,” he said. “Who are you?”
“I’m Sierra,” she said, and her breath was sweet on his face. He realized only now how close she was moving to him. “Uh…” She giggled again and said, “I really like you! Happy birthday, Cody!”
And she leaned forward, the sudden heaviness of her breasts swinging right into his belly and groin getting a gasp out of him but was somehow far less excited than when her lips found his mouth, perfectly formed wet flesh closing around his own lips, capturing them and smooching hard, a sweet and soft kiss, his very first kiss-
She let him go with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ and Cody swooned back, flat on his back. Sierra sat back, giggling and bouncing in place. He sat up after a long moment, his head full of a pleasant pink fluffiness, but he still managed to gasp out, “Who are you?”
She smiled. “I’m your girlfriend!” Cody’s jaw dropped. “From the future!”
Cody’s mouth closed. He remembered the soda he had wished for, and nervously took a sip of it right now. It helped that his mouth felt so dry. He remembered his private wish for a girl (a big girl, he thought, looking nervously at this giant woman’s bulk) and swallowed.
There was a long pause. She looked down at him curiously, almost certainly in her early twenties at the very least. She smacked her lips, apparently relishing the taste of young Cody.
“Um,” he said. “…I’m having a bit more trouble believing the girlfriend thing than from the future thing.”
He squirmed as she focused her gaze on him with a slight frown. “Why?” She asked simply.
“Well… uh, there’s the capsule over there… so there’s that, but…” He shook his head, trembling a bit. His mouth felt dry. He swallowed more soda.
“But…?” Sierra said gently when Cody didn’t say anything for a moment. He looked at her, a little surprised. Most people tended to interrupt him as he was still forming his thoughts and shoving it all over the place, and he was beginning to be a bit of a fast talker to compensate. This woman, though, waited through the little bursts and false starts it took for him to start talking, and said stuff in just the right place to get him to start going. It was unnervingly like she’d known him for years, knew all the little bits and pieces to get him going. She settled back, totally at ease.
“…I don’t really think a lady as-“ ‘Sexy’ he almost said, but stopped before he could be so crude. “Pretty as you would like me.” To his surprise, she snickered. “Hey… hey! Why are you laughing-“
She reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He squealed in protest as he was pulled to her, his body leaving the ground as she pulled him onto her, his entire body pressed with pulverizing forces against the incomparable softness of her body, her breasts cushioning him hungrily and his face right in front of a mouth that was suddenly bared in a grin so aggressive that it could only be predatory. Her arms wrapped around the back of his body in a bear hug, forcing him into her and though he squirmed and cried, she wouldn’t let go, and they were like iron bands around him; absolutely nothing he could do would release him, and he was stuck there… and that was not so bad, he thought even as her smell went straight into his head, fogging up his thoughts, and he still wriggled to get away, and held so tightly that his crotch kept humping up and down against her bully, the firmness of her belly, and oh it felt so good-
“Hee, hee!” Sierra giggled some more as Cody realized to his horror that he was getting hard against this lady’s body. “I knew you liked me!” She kissed him on the forehead; the way she was holding him, that was the best she could do, but she definitely didn’t seem to mind pressing Cody against her big body.
“You’re big!” Cody blurted. “You’re really, really BIG!”
She kissed him again, and not so flirtatious this time; her lips were sweet and soft, brushing through his thick bangs to meet his forehead once more, and he’d read enough things to wonder if this was what a lover’s kiss felt like. He trembled against her, warm soft perfection holding him up still and safe and sound, and tried not to cry. Not out of fear, but just how nice it felt, and how much it hurt that he hadn’t know that things could be this nice…
“Hush,” She said, her voice thrumming through him like vibrations through a guitar, and he thought for a second that he was her instrument, and it was nice. “Don’t cry, my little Cody. C’mon, it’s okay…”
Her grip changed, from her restraining him to her really holding him. The thickness of her arms moved against his back, holding him up and the strong softness holding him up, just enough for him to feel her strength without hurting him. From the other side her breasts pushed into him, and his thin body was being shoved partly between them, their softness against his breastbone and throat, and he could feel her heartbeat; steady and firm and resonant and somehow sacred, as if it beat just for him. Her legs moved up, catching his dangling feet and bracing them, and everywhere there was Sierra, hugging him to her with her arms behind and her body in front and her lower body below and now her face again, kissing him on the forehead, so sweet and good that it burned-
He cried anyway, but it felt good. He buried his face into her breasts, his skin pale against her brown loveliness, and the soft warmth of her left breast trembled a bit as he cried into her, his tears bracingly hot on her skin, and her felt her heart skip a beat.
“Oh, Cody,” she cooed, and he felt movement, and massive power around him. She was standing up, he realized, and walking somewhere. “I’m sorry it took me this long to come here.” She kissed him again, right on top of his head, and he trembled like it was spreading down into his whole body. She kissed him once more, and her lips were pressed so deeply against his head it was like she wanted to swallow him whole, take his weak little body into her body and digest it and make him part of her…
Cody giggled a little at the thought. She definitely felt big enough to do that.
A door opened; Cody realized it was his little workshop, and it closed behind them as she cradled him with one arm so her other arm could push the door open behind him. A brief half-spin, and the door locked; if he had wanted to escape, he could not have. With a huge lady who really seemed to like him and want his body (for some reason) Cody didn’t feel terribly inclined to.
His workshop was modestly large, with a small bed in the corner. Sierra was much too large to fit on there, of course, but she had no intention of trying; with the arm not cradling Cody she swept the blankets and sheets and pillows off with a theatrical flourish, casting them down on the floor. She nudged some of them into place (enough to serve as a makeshift bedding, sheets enough to cushion her and a single large blanket to pull over them both), and it occurred to Cody what she was planning. ‘No,’ he thought dismissively. ‘She can’t be seriously thinking about… can she?’
He was still thinking that as her felt her hands, strong and nimble and big, sliding his shirt right off his body as she pulled him up a little, their faces on an even level. He squealed at the sudden cold air, but then her lips were on his mouth, silencing his cries.
“Sierra,” He managed in between kisses. “What are… what are you doing?”
“I’m loving you,” she said, kissing him again and again, her breathing increasingly quick and panting. “Please? For your birthday..!”
He squeaked as she lowered him to the ground. He didn’t say now. Sierra took this as a positive. She loomed over him, a giant of sudden purpose, and as his back met the blankets, her immensity loomed over him, and through his shock at the situation, he was starting to feel… excited.
Sierra stripped his pants away, and his underwear with it, and Cody squealed, covering himself and his nakedness up. Sierra grabbed his leg and forced them open, Cody’s hips heaving in protest but unable to stop her. He whimpered, his total helplessness somehow exciting him even more (‘she wants my body’, he thought, ‘SHE WANTS MY BODY’) and she looked down at his erect penis, and though it was not notable in any way (much to his embarrassment, it didn’t seem to bother her at all. She cooed in satisfaction.
She stood up and turned for a moment, locking the door. She was also showing herself off, and Cody gulped at the side; her hair flapped against the egregiousness largeness of her buttocks, and her backside was astoundingly big, meeting the bulk of her thighs nicely, toned muscle and sensual fat in equal proportions. In fact, he saw that her body was almost shaped like an elongated hourglass, wide at the top (her shoulders and breasts), slimmer in the middle but not extremely so, and much wider at the bottom (her hips and thighs). His mouth watered and his erection got so hard that it hurt.
He clutched himself without thinking, squealing.
Sierra made sure the door was locked and swayed her hips purposefully, turning back to Cody. “Don’t worry,” she purred. “I’ll take care of that.” Her hands went to the sweet swell of her groin, unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped it as well; for a moment Cody thought she would disrobe too, and was surprised when instead she sat down in front of him, her legs splaying wide and him right between her feet. He blushed at the sight of pink panties under her shorts. She giggled and grabbed him, saying “Don’t worry, my little Cody-kins, I’ll take good care of you!”
She leaned over, mouth slightly wide in a happy grin and picked him up by the sides and dragged him up into the air, and closer to her, plopping him down right in front of her. Cody blushed up at her, forced into a sitting position so close to her body he felt the heat of her loins, her thighs rising up over the level of his own mid-section, and she was a gigantic colossus of feminine power and beauty, so large that her body was all he could see of his workshop; no metal, no walls, no ground, just her big brown body. It was, he thought faintly, rather an improvement.
He tried to look up into her face, but her breasts were too big and got in the way. She didn’t mind, leaning back enough that he could glimpse a gentle and radiant smile. “I’ll take good care of you,” she promised. “Happy birthday.”
A hand went down again, and tweaked her panties. Cody blushed and looked aside, though not before his detail-oriented eyes saw brown curls, and the light catching moistness.
Strong hands gripped him, pulling him in. “C’mere,” she said commandingly, and he squeaked a bit as she didn’t wait for him to respond. His bare butt slid gently over the blankets, past her knees and thighs, and then her inner thighs, her body looming larger and larger…
She scooped him into her. He instinctively clung to her, freeing her hands so she could do what she did next; pulled her shirt up clumsily so he saw the undersides of her breasts, and winded out her shorts. He wondered what she was up to, and yelped in surprise as she grabbed his butt and jerked him up, pushing his feet and legs against the roundness where her hips met her thighs. Humming with concentration, she slowly guided his legs into her shorts with his butt neatly parked inside her panties with his groin pressed into her crotch, his skin meeting hers with a tingling like electricity sparking through both their bodies. His feet moved against her legs, making it down nearly to her knees, sandwiched between cloth and Sierra’s legs, and he whined in discomfort approaching pain with how wide her legs where. She closed her legs, and he sighed in relief, now essentially propped up by her. Sierra leaned over and zipped up her pants, sealing him into her. Next, she pulled her shirt down over him, and darkness came over Cody as she slid it down over his back until the hem met the waistline of her shorts, and she purposefully planted a hand on his back, pushing him into her belly, and he squealed.
“You see, Cody?” she asked. “I got you! I’m here for you! Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you!”
Her hand went lower, giving him a squeeze through the cloth. “O-okay,” he whimpered, and felt so safe with this giant of a woman.
She squeezed him again, going lower and lower. Dampness slapped into his groin, and her hand found his butt, and pushed-
More wetness, more heat suddenly swallowing up his penis. It felt hot enough to melt him, good and sweet and he cried as she pushed him into her, and her internal muscles squeezed again just as both her hands came to his butt and pushed him, forcing him to start slowly thrusting into her.
“I got you, Cody,” Sierra murmured, voice all around him. “I’m here for you. Are you scared?”
“Yes,” Cody whimpered, though his voice rose with excitement, and he was starting to move on his own against her.
If anything, the fear in his voice excited her even more, like removing a single pebble and letting the flood in. Her hips rolled mightily, and it actually hurt for a second, she was just so big and so strong, and then she softened against him, not pushing so hard, and he squealed against her, like he was engulfed in the softest and most perfect thing. “Cutie!” She said. “You shouldn’t be, because I am your very best friend and nothing is gonna happen to you!”
She humped against him, powering up from her butt and her thighs pressing in slightly and Cody cried out, like his groin had turned to sweet flame, and it just oh that felt GOOD. He cried again, and again as she humped and pressed and thrusted against his tiny body, her strong hands forcing him into her again and again…
“Well,” She said slyly. “Nothing besides me getting your first kiss, and your virginity.”
“Okay,” Cody said meekly.
Sierra roared approvingly and cuddled him even as she thrust faster and faster into him, gigantic hips pumping like pistons and Cody, bewildering and confused and dreadfully inexperienced, did his very best to keep up with her, his own scrawny body pumping into her heat, and all the world seemed to be moving against him and with him, her mighty muscles and belly and thighs all sliding around him, like her entire body wanted to have sex with him.
He felt like he was already inside her, that she had swallowed him entirely; it was dark and the only thing was the feel of her body and her hungering desire, and it was all so good, and Cody imagined that Sierra had really swallowed him up through her sex, pulled his body into her like a birth in reverse and now she was making love to him with every inch of herself, his puny body totally dominated by her and under her control and little more than her boy-toy…
It was a profoundly exciting image and Cody pumped all the more into her, and Sierra cried out as he bumped something inside her lovely depths, and her exhalation came out as a deep moan, and then she cried wordlessly as they moved into each other, begging him wordlessly not to stop, please don’t stop now-
If she didn’t want him to stop, he would have no choice, she could have made him do whatever she was. She was just so much bigger and stronger, she could have just raped him, but Cody’s heart skipped a beat when he realized that she didn’t see it that way, she thought that Cody still had a say in making love to each other and that was more exciting than anything else, and a sudden swell of affection for this beautiful woman nearly submerged his mind, and he moved against her, quick and strong and gasping, crying again but in a good way.
Then, there was just heat.
Just motion. Just love.
There was his lovely giant woman all around him, wanting him, needing him, and Cody just squealed into her, lost to everything except Sierra’s desire.
He felt, later on, the ejaculation where he pumped once, twice, and a final time into her, and she growled lovingly at this before he collapsed into unconsciousness, and she was still forcing him into her before she meekly realized that he had fainted from exhaustion.

Cody didn’t know how much later it was when he woke up, but he did eventually, and it had become dark outside, and his parents apparently hadn’t come back yet.
He thought he’d had such a lovely dream, where a huge lady had said she’d loved him, and then had sex with him-
He was so warm that he didn’t notice the snore and almost jumped; a huge sweet slope was in front of him, something in his mouth, and it took him a moment to realize that Sierra was asleep and cuddling him to her, his body still inside her clothes with one of her hands cupping his butt, She’d moved him up some, his naked groin now against her belly and his flaccid penis lying nearly into her belly button like it was a receptacle, and-
He squealed slightly when he realized that her other had was propping him up, and his face was pressed into her left breast, and she had made him suckle on her like a baby.
His tongue was still pressing against a surprisingly hard nipple. It felt so warm, and so good in his mouth. He jerked his head away, into her hand and her shirt.
Sierra mumbled something, crying out a bit in her sleep. She sounded like she was whimpered.
Cody hesitated. It was weird, that was something babies or really freaky people did-
It had felt good, though. It was nice, being held like that. Being loved like that.
Cody let her hand push him up again. Her nipple probed hopefully against his lips. He kissed it, and swooned at the happy rumble from Sierra, vibrating into his bones. He curled up into her, mouth opening around her nipple and accepting it, and began to suckle gently on it as he drifted back into sleep.
Sierra blinked briefly and looked down at Cody. She smiled, cooing, hugged him briefly. And went back to sleep too.
“My boy-buddy,” she murmured. “My Cody-kins.”
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