Your new life

It has been a few weeks since the incident. You wake up as usual as the sun rises on the horizon. With a stretch, you are ready to move, but you take a moment to admire the landscape and laugh at the irony of your situation: Who did not dream at least once to live on a tropical island paradise with your personal harem? You sure did, a few times. And here you are, on a beautiful island in the middle of the ocean, with five futanari that cannot wait to have sex with you.

The catch is, of course, that the shortest of them is 80 feet tall and just her cock could reduce you to a pile of goo splattered on the ground. And the biggest, with her 150 ft of height... well if she blew hard enough in your general direction, you would be the first man to reach space without a spacecraft.

It does not help that four of the five are your family members. When Monique grew to her incredible size, she used her incredible wealth to buy her way out of trouble with the law, then bought the island and grew her personal harem to a suitable size for her new dimensions. Now his aunt Abby is 110 feet tall, with even bigger muscles than before; his mom Lisa is 120 ft and with tits that could fill Olympic pools; his big sister Crystal, 90 ft, and his little sister, Sarah, 80 ft, complete the group.

One happy family, that spends the vast majority of the time pumping each other full of metric tons of cum. And of course, with you **** to participate as little more than a sex toy for the most powerful beings on the planet. And as long as Monique does not do anything stupid like trying to grow even bigger, the government will leave her and her girls alone, to eat and fuck until the end of times.

At least you are not alone: taking care of the giantesses is a job only an army of people can handle. You are their favorite toy, but there are several hundred of Monique's _employees _on the island, that maintain their homes, cook their meals, and take care of the logistics of beings bigger than the biggest dinosaurs to ever live; and of course occasionally participate in their lewd activities. You have special privileges, or so Monique called them: You are free to go wherever you want on the island and you have no duties other than "making them happy" as she said, which translates to having virtually all 24 hours of your day dedicated to the giants and their endless lust.

"Hey tiny! I need your hand, come quick!" Sarah suddenly said. You turn around to see your younger sister standing in front of you, far bigger than your entire private apartment. She offers her palm and you step on it. You sigh, it is going to be another long day.