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It had been an online contest. Win tickets to see "world-famous beach volleyball match". The advertisement banner had some cool looking graphics, so you clicked on it and entered. Honestly, it wasn't like you expected to win or anything, it just sorta felt fun entering it. Two months later, you got a text message, "Congratulations, you've won!" At first you thought it was just a scam, but you glanced at the text. It mentioned a 'beach volleyball match' and it clicked.

That's when you actually looked into the details and found out the match was actually unusual. It was beach volleyball, but actually between Macros instead of normal-sized players. That meant that they were giants. And you had a front row seat. The thought made you a little queasy. After all, if one of those giants fell the wrong way while diving for the ball? Well, there wouldn't be much time to say your prayers. At first, you thought about not going, but the contest included a one-night stay at a pretty sweet hotel. So you thought, heck, why not? You wrote down your winner's details, called the hotel, and booked your night. You could stay at the hotel and not actually GO to the match, right?

As the days counted down and it came closer and closer, you began to wonder what Giant Beach Volleyball was like?

It started innocuous enough. You Googled it, looking up some images. You enjoyed the outfits the ladies were wearing, but then your eyes caught the landmarks around them and your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. These gals were massive! When you clicked on a different view, you saw a shot from behind one of those massive giant anthros and the shot was focused entirely on the backside, far above the 'viewer.'

The next step in your gradual wearing down was you looked up some videos online. Every time one of the giants landed on the sand, the camera jostled despite being pretty far away from the match. It looked like aftershocks hitting, one after the other. It was actually really cool. The audio didn't tell you too much, but the visuals did.

The final slide downwards was when you looked up who would be playing. The US Wolf Hounds versus the Japanese Kombat Kaiju. Both teams had two girls and they were not the normal twigs you saw at the beach. These girls were more than just big in height, they were all-around enormous. They had thick legs, massive backsides, and mighty busts. Posing for their team photos, each of them were pure athletic masses of muscle and fur.

You made the decision to go for a little bit. After all, you could watch a rally or two without any harm, right? When the day arrived, you drove down the coast. You wondered if you should have told anyone, but dismissed the idea. If you said you were going down to Florida, people would start asking why and you weren't sure you were ready to explain that one. You got to your hotel without any problems. The check-in was smooth and your room was actually nice., but you didn't stay long.

When you strolled over to the stadium, there weren't any crowds. You glanced around, making sure you had the right place. There were colorful vans around, each bearing a different channel or news station on the side, along with a bored-looking worker at the ticket stand. You felt some muffled vibrations under your feet occasionally. You walked up to the ticket stand and started to get your phone out. The guy waved you through, laughing. "Take your pick," he said. Confused, you walked into the stadium. It was appropriately sized for four titanic women in revealing outfits to play Beach Volleyball. As you glanced around, you saw all sorts of camera crews, but there weren't many "fans" in the stands. Those who were there to watch sat as far up the stands as they could, far from the ground-level.

You strolled leisurely down towards 'your' seat. The truth really was that you could sit ANYWHERE. No one else was here. The seats down at this level were actually cushioned, so you sank in. It took about 30 min. or so before the girls stomped out. Suddenly your choice to be in the front row was actually validated and invalidated in one go.

The US Wolf Hounds were two canine chicks that playfully romped around your side of the court, throwing a few waves to the cameras, then lightly smacking each other's butts. You watched the literal ripple of flesh travel out from those slaps and almost could swear you felt the sound of the 'SMACK'. The Japanese Kaiju girls were a bit more reserved, walking out calmly and stretching. You had a feeling you were on the right side. While it was a delight to the eyes as the girls stepped lightly around the court, their shadow sometimes blotted out the sun, leaving you in their silhouette of darkness. The reality of what could easily happen sank in to your bones, and you weren't sure you could even stand up if you wanted to at that point.

The Wolf Hounds wore super short shorts with an athletic a gossamer looking top. It clung to their bodies like a wet rag and they didn't look like they were sweating yet. The material had to be moisture wick or something, you thought. There were no bikinis worn here. The sheer size of these women moving around, their jiggly bits wobbling all over the place would have torn through any fabric of small proportion save for some kind of industrial strength cables. Despite that, you still thought the clothing looked a bit inadequate for the amount of stress those bodies had to be putting on it.

One of the two Wolf Hounds bent over just in front of your seat and you watched as the fabric tightened around the cheeks, two half-moons protruding out the back and posturing over you.

Your body was going through a series of severe fluctuations, fear and perversely turned-on by these giantesses bodies. They were flawless specimens, but when a volleyball far bigger than you were went soaring past, your entire body stiffened and your hands grabbed the seat armrests like they were a life raft in the middle of the ocean. The volleyball didn't even come close to you due to the gap between the court and the seats, but it didn't matter. The fear was there and it was real. You had somewhat understood why the only real 'crowds' here were the camera crews. Everyone wanted to appreciate these giant women, but do it from afar. Somewhere safe, like your living room or your office. No one wanted to deal with the possibility of a massive volleyball going Final Destination on their ass.

The game started. There was no physical referee or whatever the position would be called. Instead, there were cameras and speakers announcing 'Out' or 'In' when the ball landed on the outskirts of the court.

Yet, despite the absolute fear that had crept into your gut, there was something else slowly growing in there too. It wasn't a sexual innuendo either. That had been going strong (and still was) since the girls had first run out and went "teenage girls in the locker room" on each other. No, there was admiration growing there.

When they leapt up into the air, so high that they looked like they could reach up and pull the sun chariot down from the sky, much to Apollo's chagrin, they soared. They were like angels of potential death. When one of the Wolf Hounds hit the ball, you felt the shockwave of it from your seat. When one of the Japanese Kaiju leapt to block a spike, you felt this grim displeasure at their proficiency. When anyone dove and got the ball back into the air, you got up and cheered, admiring their physical prowess and overall skill. It was a DAMN GOOD GAME.

Finally, the first game ended with the Wolf Hounds taking the first match by 3 points. You stood up and whistled with two fingers in your mouth, a shrill sound. It couldn't have been much more than an annoyance to the girls, but the gal closest to you, her name was something like Sophie or Sophia, turned and glanced at you. Her expression changed from wonder to confusion to joy in the span of 30 seconds.

"Hey, Becky, c'mere!" She waved over the other gal. Both approached you and some base instinct in your heart screamed 'RUN'. But something else said, 'Stand up and wave to em!' That was the Admiration, and it had taken deep root in you now.

Both girls stood just on the edge of the court and peered down at you. "Well, damn! You're a brave one!" Becky (?) smiled at you, her grin genuine and happy, her tail beginning to wag, sounding like Blackhawk helicopter starting its props spinning, Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh! You waved back and shouted at them, "You're doing great, you got this!"

Sophia (?) smiled back, "Heck, someone actually cares enough to come and cheer us on? I'm all FIRED UP!" The last two words were roared, forcing you to cover your ears. You quickly realized she was howling the words, her muzzle slowly pointing upwards. When she was done, she looked back down, "Thanks, little fella! We don't ever get someone in our literal corner, cheering for us!"

"You got this," you shouted up at them. The girls both grinned and Becky trotted back off to the court. Sophia took an extra moment, ball now under one of her arms, to kneel down, bringing her a little closer to you.

"Hey... you like what you see?" She gestured to herself and to Becky.

Without even considering what she had asked, you replied on pure adrenaline, "Hell yes I do!" When the words left your mouth, you quickly slapped your hands over it, but you couldn't take them back.

Sophia chuckled and then whispered, "We love showing off. If this doesn't scare ya off, maybe later on tonight Becky and I could take you out for a drink? We don't get many opportunities to meet with our fans and...show off some more."

You take a deep breath and nod, "I'd...I'd like that." She doesn't respond and you realize you hadn't said it very loudly. So you shouted, "I'd like that!" This got a grin and a wink. Then she moved off to get some water.

Becky and Sophia whispered a bit while they recovered on the bench, glancing over at you occasionally. Then the "whistle" blew and they got back up. Game time. When the second set started back up, the Wolf Hounds didn't play. That would be a grave disservice to these two athletic goddesses. They didn't play and they didn't compete. Instead, they -performed-. When they squatted down to get ready for the Kaiju's serve, they stuck their butts out even further, flexing and unflexing the muscles of their backsides causing all sorts of fluctuations. When they jumped up to spike after a set, they seemed to bend even a little further, posing for a half-second before slamming the ball into the opposite side of the court. When they scored, they began high-fiving and then bringing their hands around to slap each other's cheeks every time.

You could swear you saw red handprints through those tight shorts, even though you knew there was fabric and fur between the paw and the butt flesh, but it didn't matter. You knew it was there.

The Kombat Kaiju were flustered and clearly frustrated as the Wolf Hounds had taken their game to a whole new level. The match had clearly tilted against them somehow. As they lost point after point, their teamwork began to crumble and the Wolf Hounds quickly finished them off. 15-6. A devastating defeat.

With their second win in hand, the Wolf Hounds turned and leapt at each other, bumping their chests together and howling. It wasn't something you had seen on any videos, but their breasts collided and then slid out of the other's way in a Clash of the Titans.

While you didn't know this, the ratings for the game were skyrocketing to their highest viewership ever.

The 3rd Set was so bad, you almost felt bad for the Kaiju. They seemed like nice girls. One a lizard and the other a turtle. They were outmatched though. It went down so fast that you swore you blinked and it was over. 15-1.

The Wolf Hounds had taken their victory. Becky and Sophia embraced on the sand while the other two fell to their knees. Then, as you watched, both girls turned their head just enough to look at you with a strange fire in their eyes, before turning back to each other and kissing. The kiss lasted a full five seconds before they broke and sashayed their hips and butts back to the bench.

You sat in your seat, completely frozen. There had been a few close calls, but the fear was completely gone. This was something else.

Becky picked up her towel, wiped her fur off, then came over to you, kneeling down, "Still interested in joining us tonight? I mean, you'll have to share us, but..."

"Oh...I'm still VERY interested," you shout back.

"Can you meet us at the loading dock for the stadium tonight at around seven? We'll take you out for drinks and dancing..."

You quickly nod and shout your assent. She smiles and blows a kiss at you, then looks back at Sophia, who is watching the two of you with intense passion smoldering in her eyes. Becky grins, looks down at you, then gropes her own massive breasts right over your head, "Can't wait to get your help relaxing all these muscles tonight!" She deftly squeezed then released both, pulling her breasts in and then letting them flop free under her top. You could swear you hear something snap, but both those monster sweater puppies remained behind the athletic attire. Becky stood and trotted off.

You watched her ass move away, each cheek bigger than you could ever hope to grab with the entirety of your body. Tonight... Tonight was going to be VERY interesting.