Written by Dilandau
Contains: giantess, breast expansion, slow growth (off-screen), size play (gentle), interracial couple
The first time I saw Naomi, I was immediately taken by three things: her beauty, her height, and her cleavage in that dress.
She had smooth, dark skin, flawless for as much as I could see. Long legs that led to wide hips and a narrow waist. Huge brown eyes that I wanted to lose myself in. A brilliant smile that could set the room alight. Lustrous black hair, braided elegantly down one side of her lovely face.
I remembered having to look up at that face. Yeah, she was wearing heels at the time, but even without them she would’ve been almost a head taller than me. With the heels, she was probably nearly two metres twenty (7’2”). I’d never seen anyone that tall before, let alone a woman as gorgeous as this.
Her height had one major side effect: it drew my eyes inexorably to her bust, which was just about at eye level. The beautiful white dress she was wearing pushed up two amazing breasts, easily double Ds, or maybe even a bit bigger, creating cleavage that extended far from her chest. It was hard not to be drawn in by the dark skin on display there.
There was a problem, though. The dress, which was creating that amazing display in front of me, was a wedding dress. This was her wedding. The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, and of course she was already spoken for. It was hardly surprising.
“Have we met before?” She asked me, a small smile on her face as she noticed me looking away from her chest.
“Oh, no,” I said, and tried to look her in the eye. “Sorry. I’m Connor; I’m Leah’s plus one.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know how much it sucks to get dragged to a wedding where you don’t know many people.”
“It’s fine,” I laughed, shrugging. “Free food and booze, after all.” I held up my glass of champagne.
She laughed, an action which created dimples in her cheek that made her look even more alluring. What was I doing? I was fast developing a crush on this girl, right after she said her vows. I knew I had bad timing, but this was pretty ridiculous, even for me.
A man in a tux came hurrying through the door—the groom, looking rather flustered. “Oh, there you are,” he said to his bride, a bit irritably. “We need you back in the reception room. The photographer wants some more pictures of us with our families.”
Naomi looked at him over her shoulder. She had to look down, as her new husband was about my height. “Don’t we have enough? I’d rather just enjoy the party.”
“It’s just a few more,” he said, brushing her remark aside. “We’re only getting married once, but the pictures will last forever.”
“Fine, fine,” she conceded. “I’ll be there. Just give me a minute to freshen up.”
“Good,” he said. “And for heaven’s sake, take those heels off. You make me look like a midget.” Without waiting for an answer, he left.
She looked over at me apologetically. “He’s not normally like this,” she explained. “I think the pressure is getting to him.”
“I’d hope so,” I replied. “He’s being kind of a jerk.” It was easy being honest with people you didn’t know. Besides, I meant it; why would anyone want to change anything about this vision in front of me?
She shrugged. “He just wants everything to be perfect tonight. Well, it was good to meet you, Connor. And I’ll see you around the reception, I’m sure.” Then, she added with a playful smile, “enjoy the booze.”
“Thanks, I will,” I said, winked, and took a sip. “Congratulations, again.” I paused for a second, and looked down, a bit embarrassed. “Between you and me, I think you look stunning in those heels.”
She just smiled and walked away.
The second time I met her was six months later, and quite unexpected. I worked at a company that made medical equipment. One of the benefits of that job was that there was a big four-day industry conference every autumn, every year in a different city. This year it was in London, and after the first day of the conference, I was hanging out in the hotel bar, when out of nowhere, Naomi stood behind me.
“Sorry if this is forward,” she said, leaning on the bar. “But I feel like I know you. Are you at the conference?”
I did a double take when I saw her. She was as tall as I remembered, and just as beautiful. She was wearing jeans and a simple business blouse, but it made her no less attractive. It also didn’t do anything to hide her ample chest, which I must’ve underestimated before, as they were easily bigger than double-Ds. Her hair was straightened and brushed back, showing all of her beautiful face.
“I am, yeah,” I said. “But that’s not where we met. I was at your wedding, remember? Connor?”
“Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “I remember you! You were with Leah, weren’t you? You work in medical equipment too?”
“Sure do,” I said. “Small world.”
“I’ll say. I guess that makes us competitors, then,” she laughed.
“I’ll be sure not to give away any trade secrets,” I said, chuckling. “Take a seat, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“No need, I can expense it anyway,” she said. “But thanks for the offer.” She smiled at me, which made me almost melt. Why did she have to be married?
“So… how’s the husband?” I asked, tentatively, as she sat down and ordered a drink. Even sitting it was obvious how tall she was. “Sorry, I forget his name.”
Her face soured immediately. “Ex-husband,” she said. “Yeah, that marriage lasted all of two months.”
“Really? What happened?” I was trying to sound sad for her, while my heart was doing summersaults. She was unattached now? I felt bad, being happy about it, but I couldn’t help it.
“Remember the comment he made about my heels?”
I nodded. That insensitive remark from her brand-new husband had been my one beacon of hope in all the months I spent thinking about Naomi. And I’d been thinking about her a lot.
“Well, seems his insecurities about my height finally got too much. He said it was embarrassing to be out in public with me.”
“Oh, wow,” I said, sad to see the anguish in those gorgeous eyes. “That’s… I’m sorry, but he’s an arse. And he couldn’t have told you this before marrying you? Would’ve saved a lot of bother.”
“Well, this is a little hard to explain,” she said, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Go on,” I encouraged. “You can tell me if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I have this… problem,” she said, glancing around furtively as if her ex might be waiting to jump out from behind the bar. “I’m still growing.”
“You’re joking,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. She was already so big! It was hard to imagine her even taller, and honestly, the thought of that was more intoxicating than the beer I was having.
She shook her head. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth. I just keep getting taller over time, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. He knew about it, of course, but I grew barely a centimetre since I met him. I guess he thought it was over?” She brushed a hand through her hair. “Anyway, I shot up five centimetres in the month after the wedding. He was pissed!”
“But, you look the same height?” I asked casually, my heart pounding. This couldn’t be true, could it?
She pointed at her feet, and I looked down. “No heels,” she said.
It was true! She’d been as tall as before, but was wearing sneakers! “So, how tall are you now?” I asked, trying to make it sound like I didn’t care too much.
“Two-seventeen (7’1”) now,” she said. “I grew a bit more after we split.”
That was pro-basketball player territory. My head was spinning.
“Anyway, I had to buy all new clothes, again. It’s something I’m used to, but he was freaking out about the expenses, demanding I see a doctor to stop it from happening—as if I haven’t already seen every doctor ever—and when I told him it wasn’t going to stop—not soon, anyway—that’s when the ‘embarrassed’ comment came out.”
“And that was it?”
“I tried to patch things up. But every time my condition came up, the same argument would break out. I decided I didn’t want to be with someone who made me feel bad about who I am, so I called it quits.” She held up her left hand, showing there was no ring. “So, I’m a free woman again. And happier for it, honestly.”
“Yeah, you deserve better than that,” I said earnestly. “If you can’t handle a woman who’s a bit taller than you, what kind of a man are you, anyway?”
“Are you saying you’d do better?” She asked with a sly grin.
My cheeks turned bright crimson. “Well, I mean,” I stammered. “I guess… yeah?”
“And what about Leah?”
“Oh,” I said quickly. “No, you misunderstood. We’re just friends. I was her plus one because she didn’t want to go alone, and I happened to be in the area. We’re not together.”
“I thought that was weird,” she said. “Leah doesn’t usually date white guys.”
I laughed, a bit uncomfortably, and scratched the back of my neck. “So, if it’s not too forward… how about dinner, tomorrow? If you’re staying for the whole four days, I mean…”
She put her hand on mine on the bar, but the gesture was more sympathetic than intimate. “You seem like a decent guy, Connor. But I’m not ready to date anyone again. Not yet, not for a while. I’ll happily grab dinner with you tomorrow, but it’ll be as friends. If you’re expecting anything more, I need you to tell me now.”
I looked down at my knees. “I can’t say I’m not a bit disappointed, no.” I looked back up at her face. “But, I can do friends. Friends is good.”
“I’m serious,” she said. “Just friends. Not ‘waiting to see if something develops’ friends. Not ‘secretly hoping for more’ friends. Not even ‘lusting for me behind my back’ friends.”
“That last one might be hard to guarantee,” I said, grinning sheepishly. Fortunately, she laughed too. “But, you’ve got it.”
And that was how it happened. Naomi and I had dinner, as promised, and hung out a few more times during the conference. We added each other on WhatsApp, and agreed to keep in touch.
And as much as I wanted more, being friends with this amazing woman wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was for the best, even. She lived a long way away from me, after all, and I was never a fan of the long-distance thing. And I could always use more friends.
Most importantly, if she was telling the truth about that condition, I could at least see how much bigger she’d get.
Naomi and I had been messaging each other for almost the whole year. I learned about her cat, and she learned about my board game collection. I learned about how she loved running—while constantly being badgered by people who wanted her to play basketball—and she learned about my love for football, despite the fact that I sucked at it.
We shared funny stories, stupid memes, and I found she had a great sense of humour. She loved joking about her height, and would bring it up often. She did get a bit impatient if someone else made a lame comment, though, since she’d heard it all before. I vouched never to fall into that trap. Still, despite our status as just friends, I think she must’ve realised I liked how tall she was, and enjoyed teasing me just a little.
She kept things frustratingly vague, however. She never really told me about her condition, or told me exactly how tall she was. Was she really still growing? If so, she wouldn’t confirm it. She never volunteered if she’d gained any height, and I didn’t want to pry.
Part of me was thinking I might’ve imagined that whole part of the conversation, or maybe I’d misunderstood her somehow. Still, I knew I’d find out eventually, because I already knew exactly when I’d see her again.
It was autumn again when the yearly conference was coming up, and Naomi had told me her company was sending her again. This year it was in Tokyo, and I was beyond excited to visit one of my favourite places again. I’d been several times before, but the thought of spending time there with who was now easily my best friend was even better.
I hadn’t actually seen her for a year, so I was itching to meet her. Unfortunately, I ended up way busier than expected the first two days, and I still hadn’t seen her. I was so disappointed, but I just hadn’t had time to look for her.
During the third day I finally had some free time, so when she messaged me that she and two colleagues wanted to go to the famous Shibuya crosswalk, I jumped at the chance. She told me to meet her in the hotel lobby, so I headed down as soon as I could get away.
Do you remember Jim Carrey, in The Mask? How his mouth dropped open stupidly far? Yeah, that was how I felt when I finally saw her. I was pretty sure I injured my jaw, it was such a shocking sight.
Before, she’d been a head taller than me. Now, it was easily two. She was wearing white pants and a white crop top, which revealed the dark skin of her slim midriff underneath a pair of boobs that I seriously almost had to look up at. It felt impossible. Women weren’t this tall. Neither were men, for that matter.
And those breasts! They were nearly the size of her head. And with her size, it wasn’t a small head. Proportionally, it seemed they’d grown even more than the rest of her.
“Jesus H.!” I said as I gathered my wits back up. “And here I almost thought you’d been kidding about your condition. You never said anything!”
“It’s all true, I’m afraid,” she said, laughing nervously. “I just wanted to surprise you.”
She stepped towards me, and wrapped her arms around me in a move that caught me by complete surprise. She was hugging me. Lightly, but still. Two enormous breasts brushed against the top of my face when she did.
“It’s so good to see you again,” she said as she let go. “And, two metres fifty-six (8’4”), if you’re wondering.”
“Fifty-six?” I exclaimed, shocked. “The tallest basketball players aren’t that big!”
“I am,” she said, still with some trepidation in her voice. “And still growing. So, what do you think?”
It seemed like she was looking for some kind of validation from me. Maybe some confirmation that I wouldn’t react like her ex-husband.
“You look amazing,” I said sincerely, looking her over.
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Of course it’s weird,” I said, astonished. “You’re like, the tallest person ever. But I think it’s great!”
She seemed satisfied with that, at least for the moment. She pointed at two normal-sized people behind her, that I hadn’t even noticed yet. “These are Sarah and Peter, I work with them. Sarah, Peter, this is Connor.”
I greeted them politely, but honestly, I had no interest in them. A literal ebony goddess was standing in front of me. How could I have eyes for anything else?
“Honestly, I thought you were joking,” I told her as our group started walking to the nearest station. As you can imagine, we were drawing a lot of stares, but fortunately the Japanese were too polite to bother us. “I even tried to Google it, to find anything about this condition, but nothing came up. The closest I got was some news story about some university student whose breasts were, like, yoga-ball sized or something, and apparently still growing. Some strange form of hypertrophy, I think.”
“I’ve heard of her, yeah. It seems similar, but not quite the same as me. My breasts do grow a bit faster than the rest of me, but obviously, I don’t hold a candle on her in that department. But that’s the closest match I’ve ever found; if there’s anyone else with my exact condition, I’ve never heard of them.”
I gave her chest a quick glance. She would’ve had enough to make any girl jealous, even relative to a normal body. At her overall proportions, they were pretty insane. I was swiftly remembering just how attracted I was to this Amazonian woman, and it made it hard to face the reality that we were just friends. If she was ready to date again, she’d never given any hints to that effect.
“How do we get to Shibuya?” Sarah asked when we got to the station, trying to decipher the public transit map on the wall.
“We have to take the Yamanote line,” I said, somewhat familiar with Tokyo’s trains from previous visits. “It might be pretty crowded at this time of day, though.”
I led our group to the platform, which was already filled with people.
“You’re right, this is crowded,” Peter said. “This could be a problem.” He glanced at Naomi; evidently, her size among this kind of crowd was the real problem, in his view.
“It might be easier if we split up, and use two different doors,” Sarah offered, apparently thinking the same thing. “No offense, Naomi, but you take up a lot of space.”
“Fair point,” Naomi said, and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the queue for the next door, leaving Peter and Sarah at the first one.
Most of the people on the station were giving us quite a wide berth, honestly. It seemed that a black woman who towered over literally everyone was not a common sight, and might just be a little bit intimidating. It meant that at least for us, the crowd wasn’t too bad.
In only a few minutes, the train arrived. The doors slid open, and many people disembarked, leaving the interior almost empty. For a brief moment, I almost believed it wouldn’t be cramped in there, but I was very wrong. We were among the first people in, and Naomi actually had to duck under the door to get in, that’s how tall she was. Since we were only going a few stops, I told her we should stay by the doors. So, we went to the opposite side of the car, and I leaned against the closed doors.
Then, everyone else piled in. And where on the platform people had given us space, the Japanese were not intimidated enough by Naomi that anyone was going to miss this train on account of her, giantess or not.
Within seconds, every spare centimetre of space in the car was filled with bodies. And Naomi, who’d been standing in front of me at the door, was pushed up against me.
Now, if you’ve ever ridden the Yamanote line, or a similarly crowded train, you know this isn’t a huge issue. You can use your arms to make sure there is at least some space between you and whoever is next to you. But if the person squeezing you against the door is seventy-five centimetres (2’5”) taller than you, that doesn’t really work.
I tried holding my arms in front of my chest to create some separation, but it wasn’t very effective. Her colossal bust stuck out so far that it was still pushed against the top of my head. My face was buried in the fabric of her top, and surrounded by her softness.
“I’m sorry,” I heard her say, somewhat muffled. “I can’t go anywhere.”
“It’s fine,” I tried to say, but I didn’t think she could hear me.
In truth, it was more than fine. Ever since I met Naomi, I’d had dreams of a scenario like this. Her large body was overwhelming, this close to mine. I could feel her warmth, and smell her scent, and it was setting every nerve in my body on fire.
The train lurched into motion, and I had nothing to hold on to. Nothing, except Naomi. My arms, which were creating at least some distance, were now needed to stabilize me. I grabbed her hips, and with the movement of the car it pushed her even closer to me.
Her tits were now almost resting on my head, while my chest pushed against her bare stomach. The train went around a bend, and she leaned even more into me. I held onto her hips, while her movements were causing her shirt to ride up.
Pretty soon, it had ridden up above my face, and my nose was pushed against the bare skin between her ribs. Two magnificent bra-clad pillows rested on my head as I had to stop myself from kissing her perfect stomach. As intimate as the moment seemed, she was not my girlfriend, and we were in public, I had to remind myself.
Despite that, I became aware of another point of contact. My dick had started to get hard, and was pushing into her upper leg. There was nothing I could do about it, and as the train kept bouncing us around her leg was rubbing it in a way that only made things worse. I could feel my face turn crimson with embarrassment, and I had to admit I wouldn’t have minded an earthquake to put me out of my misery right then.
The train stopped, and people got out. This wasn’t our stop, but it gave us a little bit of breathing room. She moved away from me, as soon as the crowds allowed it, though she stayed in front of me.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I said, my face turning brand new shades of red. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Not your fault,” she muttered, her face also flushed, and tried to adjust her top.
She should’ve moved, instead. As new people rushed back into the train, we ended up in the exact same position again. This time, prepared for what was to come, I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on for dear life while trying not to be smothered by her enormous tits. Though to be honest, I wasn’t trying very hard. If I had to go, I could think of worse ways.
The same thing repeated at the next stop. And the next. At this point, it was becoming a little suspicious that she wasn’t moving. It would’ve been easy for her to just get next to me at any time the crowds gave her space. But she didn’t. She stayed where she was.
Did she enjoy feeling me against her, as much as I enjoyed feeling her against me? Was she excited that her tits in my face were giving me a boner? It seemed rather unlikely. But then, why wasn’t she moving?
“The next station is Shibuya. The doors on the left side will open,” a voice sounded, announcing the impending end of this situation. Once more, the train stopped, and people filed out. This time, including us.
The train ride had been barely fifteen minutes, but it’d been the most exciting time of my life. Certainly one of the hottest things I’d ever done, and it would be seriously hard to ever top it. I was honestly surprised I hadn’t cum in my pants.
We met up with Sarah and Peter again, who loudly complained about how crowded it had been. Neither Naomi nor I said anything about what had happened, and she was acting perfectly normal. I wished we could have some privacy to at least talk about it.
That didn’t seem like an option, as we were greeted by huge crowds outside the station as we made our way to the famous crossing.
“What a sea of people,” Naomi exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, trying to find space through the crowd. “At least you can see over the top of them; that must be pretty cool.” I was taller than the Japanese average, but not tall enough to see much over the throngs of people.
“Hmm,” Naomi said, putting a finger on the side of her cheek. She gave me a mischievous grin, and crouched down, putting her head under my legs.
Before I even really realised what was happening, I was lifted up on her shoulders. “Jesus!” I said, startled, as I tried to keep my balance. She stood up, bringing me high above everyone else.
“Better?” She asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” I said, a bit uncertain. “Nice view from here.” Honestly, it was pretty amazing. Still, I felt a bit silly, like a child sitting on the much larger woman’s shoulders. I wasn’t complaining, however.
The pedestrian lights turned green, and people swarmed into the crosswalk, and we went with them. It was funny to watch from this vantage point. I had a clear view of the people who were used to this, who were crossing just because they needed to be on the other side, and the tourists, who were treating it as an event. They ran ahead, taking pictures, or filmed their passing. And, more than a few were pointing cameras at us. I’m fairly sure the video of a mini-giantess in Shibuya would be everywhere tomorrow, and people would be wondering who the lucky guy on her shoulders was.
We were separated from Sarah and Peter by the crowds, so even though we were surrounded by hundreds of people, it was strangely private.
“Look, about what happened in the train…” I began.
She shrugged, a motion I could feel. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied. “I could’ve moved if I wanted to.”
“That was really something, though,” I said, unsure what to make of that.
“It was pretty hot, not gonna lie,” she said. “But that was all it was, okay? A bit of sexy fun.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit let down.
“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, probably,” she continued as she walked further along the crossing. “But I’m happy with the way things are. I’m pretty comfortable with who I am, by myself, for the first time in my life. I don’t want that to change right now. I hope you can respect that.”
“Of course,” I said, trying not to let the disappointment leak into my voice. “You’ll always be my friend, Naomi. If that’s enough for you, it’ll be enough for me.”
And that was that, unfortunately. I respected her too much to push the issue—and besides, would you try to argue with a girl who towered over you like that? Who could lift you onto her shoulders like you weighed nothing to her? If she just wanted to be friends, that would have to do.
Still, the rest of our time in Tokyo was fun. Despite having limited time, we saw some of the sights, and just hanging out with her was amazing. While we rode a few more crowded trains, nothing like that one time happened again. I think maybe she realised what kind of signals that was sending, and didn’t want to lead me on. I don’t know; I don’t think I would’ve minded if she led me on just a little bit.
Leaving Japan was sad, but we’d promised each other that we’d visit during the year. That way, I wouldn’t have to wait until the next conference to see how tall she’d gotten.
Despite everything that was said, I felt our relationship had changed a little bit after the episode in the train. The messages I got felt more… flirty, I guess? Yet, she maintained she only wanted to be friends. She didn’t want a relationship, not with anyone.
I tried to date other girls. Sitting around waiting for Naomi just wouldn’t be fair to either of us, so I had to move on. But it was difficult. How could anyone match up to the statuesque beauty of my ebony queen? The girls I dated were all shorter than me, so no chance of recreating that awesome feeling of having boobs above my eye level. And no matter how nice their chests were, they were nothing compared to Naomi’s amazing pair.
Not to mention the connection. Naomi and I had grown so close. Starting over from scratch with someone else was hard, especially when they weren’t what I really wanted anyway. So, my attempts at dating didn’t really go anywhere, and I stayed single.
Then, the pandemic happened, and all of our plans were crushed. I couldn’t even date anymore, and, worse, the chance of visiting Naomi seemed fleeting. Flying long distance while everyone was quarantining just wasn’t realistic. We still talked, almost every day, and honestly I was glad for it. Without that, this time locked up at home would’ve been far too lonely. At least we had each other for comfort, even if we couldn’t meet for real.
As the pandemic dragged on, what I was fearing most soon came to pass. The conference was cancelled. My one guaranteed chance to see Naomi was gone, just like that. Gone was my opportunity to hang out with her. Along with it, the chance to see how much she’d grown, something she still wasn’t telling me. I think she enjoyed how I reacted when I saw how much taller she was in Japan, and wanted to do it again. Which would be fun, if we’d actually get the chance!
No, fuck this year. We could only hope 2021 would be better.
At first, 2021 wasn’t much improved. While restrictions were lifted to some degree, I still couldn’t really justify flying out to meet a friend. It was so frustrating. I felt like all the time we spent talking to each other during quarantine had gotten us so much closer. Even if she still didn’t want a relationship, she was such a big part of my life—pun intended—that it was painful not to be able to see her.
Then, I got a message from her that changed everything.
“The conference is on!” It read. “They’re requiring vaccines, but they’re doing it!”
“No way,” I replied. I hadn’t heard anything official yet. “Are you going?”
“Fuck yeah! Any excuse to leave the house. And, it’s in San Diego.”
A chance to see Naomi again, and it might involve a beach trip? That might almost make up for the past year.
Pretty soon, my own employer confirmed it, and asked if I wanted to go. Of course, he didn’t need to ask twice.
Autumn took far too long to come. Naomi and I both booked three extra days after the conference, so we’d have more time to hang out. Still, I didn’t want to repeat what happened in Japan, where I didn’t see her the first few days, so we’d also made sure we’d see each other at the conference, from day one this time.
As things turned out, I saw her even sooner than expected. It wasn’t intentional, and we didn’t know it until we got there, but her flight arrived just before mine. When I went to the baggage claim area to pick up my stuff, I saw her.
And what a sight! She was hard to miss, towering over everyone else in the terminal. I ran up to her, and with every step, she loomed larger before me. She’d been tall before; now, she was simply huge.
“Naomi!” I called, and she turned around, surprised.
She spread her arms, and scooped me up off the floor as I approached. She held me against her as we hugged, and the size difference was just insane. My feet dangled around her hips. Her breasts, now somewhat bigger than her head and approaching beach balls in absolute terms, pressed against my chest. I tried to reach my arms around her, and I simply couldn’t, they were too short.
She put me down, and I looked her over. She was easily twice my height now, which put her crotch at my eye level. Above, the huge bulge of her titanic tits almost blocked my view of her face. Unfortunately, the face mask she was wearing did block my view, so I couldn’t see her beautiful smile. It was unfortunate, but I’d probably have a chance later. She wouldn’t be wearing a mask the whole time she was here.
“Connor,” she said happily. “You made it.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said, trying to ignore the fact that the whole airport was looking at us—or at her, really. I doubt I even registered for most of the onlookers.
She looked at me critically, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re so much smaller than I remember.”
I laughed. “That’s one way of looking at it. How did you even fit in an airplane seat?”
I just couldn’t believe how big she was. Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to grow much more after Japan, considering she’d already been the tallest person ever. A few more centimetres, maybe, but surely no more than that. I would’ve been astonished if she’d even reached three metres (9’10”), and clearly, she’d shot way past that.
“It took some doing,” she said. “First class, and front row, and it was still a hassle. The hotel had to make some accommodations too. I might not be able to do this for much longer, to be honest.” She shrugged, seemingly not too bothered, though it was hard to tell.
Yet, in that statement lay the clear implication that she still wasn’t done growing. How was this possible? How could anyone be that tall? Still, I couldn’t deny the reality of the massive, gorgeous woman standing in front of me.
“Shall we head to the hotel?” I asked as she picked up her suitcases, which looked almost comically small compared to her. She had two big ones, because I guess her clothes took up a lot of space too. Good thing this was a warm location, so she could pack ‘light.’
“Sounds good,” she said. “And in case you’re wondering: three metres seventy-two (12’2”).”
Spending time with her the next few days was amazing, even if it was still work. Just being near her filled me with happiness in a way that I hadn’t felt since the pandemic began. And every time I looked over, I did a double take. I just couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. At her size, every feature was exaggerated, from her lovely lips to her wide hips. She was magnificent, and I longed to be with her.
I couldn’t help but remember our experience in the train two years ago. I wondered what it would be like now, to be pressed up against her like that. Her breasts had dwarfed me before, but now they were each more than three times the size of my head. How amazing and soft would they feel? How wonderful would it be to be pressed against her smooth, flat stomach now?
The longing was almost painful. I loved being her friend, but I wanted so much more. I could never pressure her, though. If this was what she wanted, I would deal with it. Even if she eventually found someone else, I vowed to myself I would be happy for her, and not resentful. If the chemistry wasn’t there for her, there was nothing I could do.
When the conference was over, we had three days left to ourselves. No more colleagues, no more work, and no more distractions. And, predictably considering where we were, the first thing she wanted to do was go to the beach.
I met her that morning as we walked from the hotel to the water. When we got there, she put down four giant beach towels for herself, and took off the baggy shirt she’d been wearing over her bikini.
My eyes bulged out of my sockets, and it took a lot of self-control not to get a boner right then. Naomi in a bikini was a sight to behold! Smooth, dark skin was everywhere. It gave me a clear view of parts of her I hadn’t really seen clearly before, including her ample behind.
She bent over to put her shirt in her bag, and that arse was right in front of me, at eye level. It was barely covered by the small, purple bikini bottom, and each cheek was far bigger than my head. She was pushing it towards me, seemingly unaware, and I just wished I could reach out and caress it. It was like staring into the face of God.
I looked around furtively, wondering if she would draw attention. Fortunately, it was pretty early on a weekday, so the beach was nearly empty, and no one had noticed us yet.
She sat down, now putting her face at my height. I took a moment to appreciate her features up close. Since we were outside, she didn’t need to wear a mask, and the wind was blowing her hair around playfully. If she knew that I’d been staring at her butt, she didn’t show it. She just smiled that wonderful smile of hers, which honestly didn’t help to reduce my desire at all.
She took a bottle of sunscreen out of her bag, and started to lather up. First she did her arms, and then moved on to her chest. Her top barely contained those amazing orbs, even though it—like presumably all of her clothing—had to have been custom made. They moved around as she rubbed the lotion into them, and the way she dipped her fingers under the edges of the fabric to make sure she covered all the exposed skin was super sexy. It made it seem like she might accidentally reveal more at any moment.
I just stared at her, slack jawed, not even realising I was doing it.
She noticed it, though, but seemed to misunderstand why. “Even dark skin needs protecting, you know,” she said with a wink.
She finished up her front, and laid down on her stomach. She held out the bottle, looking up at me. “Want to help?”
I felt like I might have a heart attack, but I wasn’t going to say no. I took the bottle, squirted some on my hands, and carefully applied it to her back.
I’d done this before, to other girls, of course. Still, this was very different, kneeling besides this giant of a girl. There was no end to the soft skin. Little drops of sweat ran down the ridges of her back, glittering in the hot sun.
I started between her shoulders, making sure to get under the band of her bikini. Then I moved up, doing her neck and shoulders. I massaged her a little as I did, enjoying the opportunity to really feel her body for the first time.
“Hmm, that feels good,” she purred. The tone of her voice was doing things to me. “Do my legs too, please.”
First I finished her back, and then I moved on to those long, strong legs. Legs as long as a regular person’s body. I took it slowly, taking my time to relish the feeling, knowing this was probably all I’d ever get. She felt delicious under my fingers, and there was just so much of her.
I worked my way down to her feet, and then back up, as close to her arse as I dared to go, but I stopped short. My earlier desire to caress that part of her was as strong as ever, but I knew it would be going too far.
“You have to get all of my legs,” she said without looking back at me.
I swallowed, hard. I had done all of them, except for the one forbidden part that I was staring at. “Do you mean…?”
“What do you think I mean?” She asked in return, her voice playful.
It was hardly the clear confirmation I wanted, but it sure sounded like an invitation to me. Carefully, slowly, making sure I had time to retreat if I was wrong, my hands made their way over her butt. God, it felt amazing, and my hands looked so tiny on that soft, dark surface. I wanted to squeeze it, caress it, maybe even slap it, but I restrained myself, afraid to go too far. But I couldn’t restrain all of me; I was definitely sporting a hard-on in my shorts now, which thankfully she couldn’t see.
What was she doing to me? I was loving every second of this, but I also knew that she was just playing again. It was cruel, really, teasing me like this when she had no intention of delivering on the promise. Not that it was enough to make me stop.
I went as slowly as I dared, prolonging the sensation, but it was still over before I knew it. It was the saddest moment of my life when I put the bottle away.
I laid down besides her, on my stomach while waiting for my erection to go down, and my heartbeat to return to normal. I wasn’t really sure how to proceed from here, but she started talking like nothing happened, and quickly it was as easy as always. This was still Naomi, my best friend. The intelligent, kind woman that I talked to almost every day. We were just two friends, lounging in the sun, Naomi with her feet casually up in the air. Never mind that I had just rubbed lotion on her arse.
After a little while, she got up. “Bathroom,” she said. “Be right back.”
I watched her walk away, her hips swaying alluringly. When she was out of sight, I turned on my back—I’d gotten things back under control—and closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth. Days didn’t get much better than this, I thought. I couldn’t get the feeling of Naomi’s skin out of my mind, and I felt my cock stir again. I quickly chastised myself, knowing it was a dangerous line of thinking.
Still, I wondered what she was thinking. She had to know how I felt about her, so she also had to know how unfair it was, when she did these kinds of things to me. A mere human wasn’t meant to stand up to that kind of temptation. Her super sexiness was too much, and if she tried this again, I knew I had to stand up for myself and tell her to stop it, as much as I probably wouldn’t want to in the moment. If she kept teasing me but kept saying no, it really would drive me insane.
I was contemplating what her life was like, when you’re that tall. Just as I was wondering whether Naomi would even be able squeeze into one of those public beach bathrooms, she’d already returned, sooner than I expected. The only reason I noticed was that a shadow was suddenly cast over me.
I opened my eyes. Her giant form loomed at my feet, even more impressive from this angle. God, I couldn’t get over how big she was. I was wearing sunglasses, and she seemed unaware I’d seen her, giving me an excellent opportunity to look her over. The sun created a halo around her body, making her look even more angelic. I drank in those endless legs, that gorgeous face, and those massive boobs bulging out of her bikini, pushed together deliciously. And she had a wonderful personality to go with it. She really was my dream woman in every way imaginable. Oh, what could be, if only she wanted what I wanted.
She stood there, looking down at me, apparently inspecting me as I was doing the same to her. What did I look like from her perspective? Small, I would imagine. Did she like that? Did she think I was good looking? I could only guess; her expression was inscrutable.
She didn’t go to her own towel. Instead, she got down on her knees by my feet. She leaned forward, getting on all fours. I didn’t understand what she was trying to do. Her boobs were dangling right above my crotch, hanging down so far that they nearly touched me.
She was staring right at me, apparently still unaware that I knew she was there. I was frozen in place, terrified to give the game away. What was she going to do?
She crawled forward over the top of me, until her boobs, swinging freely in that small bikini, were right above my head. They eclipsed my view of the world, and were so tantalizingly close. I felt my dick twitch from the sight.
I couldn’t keep up the façade anymore. I took my sunglasses off, now seeing those hanging monsters unfiltered. I wished I knew what she was thinking. “Naomi?” I asked, tentatively. I didn’t know if she heard me.
She laid down. On top of me. My face was surrounded by the softest feeling I had ever experienced as my head was engulfed in her cleavage. Her extravagant tits spread out around my head, shoulders and chest, and her stomach came down on the rest of me. Only my feet reached below her waist, with one foot on the side, and one foot in between her legs.
Her scent filled my nose, mixed with the coconut fragrance of the sunscreen. Her body pressed down on me, even heavier than I was expecting, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Her skin was silky smooth, and her huge breasts cushioned my head, the pressure rising and falling with her breath. My erection grew stronger; I was powerless to stop it. I repeated her name, muffled by the apparent acres of flesh.
“Look, Connor,” I heard her say, and felt it too through the vibrations of her body. “I spent a lot of time thinking about this.”
I just sort of grunted questioningly.
“I like you,” she said. “And… not seeing you last year, it bothered me more than I wanted to admit. I missed you.” She hesitated. “It… surprised me. You know I’ve had a hard time dealing with my divorce, and that jackass of an ex-husband did a number on my confidence. But that’s not you. And comparing you to him isn’t fair.”
I said nothing, my voice lost somewhere in my stomach. Even if I’d tried, I don’t think anyone would’ve been able to hear me over the sound of my heart beating. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Suddenly, the earlier teasing made sense. Had she been gauging my interest, working up to this confession?
“So yeah, I like you, a lot. I think I do want more than friendship. And I think… hope… you do too. Am I right?”
“I’m not exactly in a position to disagree,” I grunted through her cleavage.
It felt like she leapt off me, she moved so fast. In reality, she’d just pushed herself up on her hands and knees again, and stared down at me with a shocked expression.
“Oh my God, Connor, I’m sorry!” she blurted. “I didn’t… I mean… that must’ve been very intimidating. I didn’t mean to scare you! It was just meant to be playful.”
She seemed very embarrassed about the whole thing.
I quickly shook my head. “No, that’s not… I mean… I do feel the same way.”
“You don’t have to say yes,” she said. “I know I’ve been shutting you down for so long, I’ll understand if you’ve moved on. I’m not going to be mad if you say no.”
“I get that,” I said, staring at her tits above my head, which were swaying hypnotically. “But I do want you. I’ve wanted you since we first met. I love you as a friend, but if you really want more too…”
“And you’re not just saying that because I’m twice your size and was pinning you down?”
“No, I’m not,” I said resolutely. “Although, it may have had some effect. I’m not sure how much blood is left in my brain, honestly.”
Her grin returned. “Oh, I see. So, are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I laid back down?”
I shook my head, swallowing.
She lowered herself, returning my head to her cleavage. Once again, I was engulfed in soft darkness.
“Are you saying you don’t mind feeling my weight on you?” She pressed down cautiously, gauging my reaction. I groaned in response, which she took as encouragement.
She proceeded to move her body forward and back, while using her arms to squeeze her breasts together around my head. “You don’t mind it if I rub my huge tits all over your face and body?”
My cock, rock hard, poked her in the stomach through my trunks.
“Never mind, I can tell you don’t.”
She pressed her crotch into my shin. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy, and the dampness of the cloth despite neither of us having gone swimming. Her pussy rubbed against my leg as she rocked back and forth, and I pushed my leg up, giving her something to grind against. The motion also squeezed her abdomen against my cock, while my chest and head received a massage from those enormous tits.
I grunted, and bucked my hips involuntarily. She reacted by reaching a hand in between us, and pulling back the band of my trunks, letting my cock spring free. Now, the sensitive underside of my hard dick was rubbing directly against her bare skin. It felt so good, it was unbelievable. We were just dry humping, and it was honestly better than any sex I’d ever had.
She kept grinding my leg, every movement of her body stimulating my cock. Her tits enveloped my upper body, and I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my arms and started caressing them, feeling my hands sink into the soft, pliant skin.
“You sure love my tits, don’t you?” I heard her say. Her voice was a million miles away, I was so captivated by what was happening.
She rose up a little, and her weight shifted on top of me while he did something with one arm. When she came back down, one giant tit landed right on my head. A large, black nipple poked me in the face. She’d pulled her bikini aside, freeing it from its fabric prison. I eagerly took it in my mouth, starting to suck.
My whole face was more than covered by that one tit, and I didn’t even care that I could barely breathe. My world consisted entirely of Naomi now, and nothing else mattered.
She moaned as my tongue circled around the large nub in my mouth. She picked up the pace, rubbing her body against my cock even faster. The sensation was overwhelming; her torso covering my whole body; the biggest tit I’d ever seen in my face; my cock against her silky smooth skin.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I exploded, grunting into her huge tits as I shot what felt like a huge load over the bottom of her tits, her stomach, and my own. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. It felt like four years of pent-up desire was trying to escape my body.
When my cock stopped spasming, she didn’t relent. She kept moving against me, pushing on me even harder, and I knew my job wasn’t over. I sucked on her nipple with renewed vigour, and pushed my leg up against her pussy as hard as I could.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Suck my huge tits.”
Privately, I felt quite happy the beach was nearly empty. She was doing her best to stay quiet, but sooner or later someone would notice what we were doing if they were nearby.
After a few more minutes, I felt her start to convulse. She jammed a fist into her mouth to stop herself from screaming—not that I could see that with my face covered by breast—and her body bucked as she came against my leg. It went on for a long time, and I didn’t want it to end.
Finally, she slowed down, breathing heavily on top of me before lifting herself off. She quickly replaced her bikini top, so I only got a small glimpse of the amazing globe I’d been sucking on.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” I said sincerely, as I clumsily pulled my trunks over my cock. The cum smeared all over my stomach and hers was harder to get rid of. I don’t think I ever came that much in my life.
“Fuck yeah,” she moaned. “You made me cum good. And damn, you made a mess.” She wiped some of the cum off the bottom of her breasts, and licked it off her finger. “Not bad for a white boy,” she joked. “We’re going to need some clean-up, though.” She jerked her head toward the ocean.
She got up, and I followed her into the water, still dazed by what had just happened. Four and a half years of dreaming, and I finally got to experience what I’d wanted all along. When I’d first seen her, she was married. Then when she wasn’t, she’d always said no. But now, she confessed she felt the same way. That felt even better than the orgasm, to be honest.
We waded into the water, past the surf to a point where I could just barely stand. She knelt down, submerging herself up to her neck, rinsing the evidence of what we’d just done off her body, my cum mingling with the waters of the Pacific.
“That was something else,” I said, letting myself drift closer to her.
“I’ll say,” she replied. “I wasn’t too heavy, was I? I have to admit I was a little bit worried when I got on top of you, but the temptation was too great when I saw you lying there like that. I just can’t get over how small you are.”
I hesitated, and glanced away. “Is… is that going to be a problem? I mean, I’m pretty average, but compared to you…”
I felt a large hand on my arm, squeezing it comfortingly. “Honestly, I don’t know. I was a lot smaller the last time I had sex. But—and I know this is a bit cliché—as long as you know how to work it, I think we’ll be fine.”
“And if you get even bigger?”
“There’s plenty of other ways you can make me cum,” she said, a devilish grin on her face. “Even if that means I have to use your whole body as a sex toy one day.”
My eyes widened. The mental image that conjured was a little bit scary, but also very exciting. “Could you really grow that big?”
She shrugged. “Who knows? The doctors never thought I could get as tall as I am now, so it’s not like they have the answers.”
She moved closer to me. “We’ll have to figure it out as we go, okay? There’s no example to follow here. As long as my insecurities don’t get the better of me, we’ll be fine.”
She was tantalizingly close now, her body bobbing in the water next to mine. Her bikini-clad wonders brushed against my chest with every swell of the waves, and her hair floated in the water around her.
I couldn’t resist anymore, and pressed my lips against hers. She eagerly returned the kiss.
It was a bit strange at first. Her mouth was so much larger than mine; those soft, plush lips covering my own, and then some. Her mouth opened, and my tongue slipped inside, meeting her own much larger tongue. It was very different than kissing an ordinary girl.
Yet, it was exhilarating. There was something amazing about being kissed by someone so much larger than you. Just the idea that if she wanted to, she could easily overpower me. I could only do this because she was letting me, because she wanted me to. Of course, I would never do it otherwise, even if that weren’t the case, but her physique made it so there couldn’t be any doubt.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me as we kissed. Her breasts pressed against my torso under the surface of the water.
Her hands explored my body, and brushed against my cock. It was swelling once again in the confines of my trunks. “Looks like someone is ready for round two,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”
The modifications the hotel had made to her room turned out to be fairly basic. She was in a double king room, and the two beds had been moved next to each other, allowing her to lay across them. Simple, but it meant she could sleep without half of her body being on the floor.
We rinsed off using a shower on the beach before heading back, but Naomi still wanted to freshen up a little when we got to her room. I was waiting for her on the bed, as she’d asked. Too bad, I would’ve gladly joined her in the shower, if only to see how she would fit in there.
I heart the water turn off, and my heart rate increased. I had to wait a few more minutes while she towelled off, but finally she came back into the room. Wearing absolutely nothing.
I stared, unabashed, at the vision before me. Naomi in all her naked glory was almost indescribable. Her figure would’ve been amazing on a normal-sized girl, but with her, it was even more impressive.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked, spreading her arms to show herself off. She tried to stand up straight, but with the ceiling in the hotel room, she had to hunch over a little bit.
I stood up, and looked her over. It was just unbelievable. She was so big! Her bare tits were firm, but still hung down a bit because of their sheer size and weight. They were capped by large, dark areolas and those thumb-sized nipples I was already intimately familiar with.
“Remind me to buy some lottery tickets,” I mumbled as I stared at her.
“Huh?”
“Clearly, today is my lucky day.”
She laughed, and I walked closer. Her pussy was directly in front of me, right by my face. A patch of dark pubic hair sat above it, well groomed. I could see how wet she was, and her musk was very strong now I was so close. I looked up, seeing the bottom of her huge tits. From here, they really did block my view of her face.
I put my hands on her hips, and gently pushed her back. She let me, of course; there was no way I could’ve ever moved her by force. I guided her up against the wall, and looked at the prize right in front of her face. I’d fantasised about this ever since I saw how tall she was at the airport.
I stuck out my tongue, and gently moved the tip across her clit. She shuddered slightly, and I did it again. I used my hand to spread apart her labia, revealing the wet pinkness underneath, and giving me better access.
“Harder please,” she pleaded in a whisper, as she brought her hands up to knead her breasts, squeezing and pulling the nipples.
I applied more force, building up a rhythm. Her taste was in my mouth, as she was quite wet already. Her moans increased as I increased the pace. I held on to her hips, my hands exploring what parts of her body they could reach.
“Harder!” She moaned again, much louder this time, and a large hand pushed against the back of my head. She shoved me into her crotch, my mouth covering her clit as I continue to lick it, as hard as I could. She kept pushing me against her pussy, urging me on with her noises.
Her hips were beginning to buck, and she moaned loudly as my tongue pushed her over the edge. It hadn’t taken very long, probably because she’d already cum before on the beach.
When she finally let me go and I could pull my face away from her cunt, I was dripping wet. I wiped my mouth off, while she was panting heavily. I was enjoying the knowledge that I’d caused that.
So got on her bed—or beds, technically—and laid on her back. My dick was already rock hard, and it twitched seeing that body splayed out like that.
She looked at me expectantly. “You’re a pretty good pussy eater,” she said. “Maybe a little too gentle, but that’s okay.”
“I can learn,” I said. I pulled off my swim trunks, feeling just a bit self-conscious being naked in front of such a goddess. But, she purred appreciatively at what she saw, and beckoned me.
I got on the bed on hands and knees, and crawled over her body, starting at her feet. I kissed her legs as I moved along their length. I passed by her pussy this time—I’d already done that—and continued to kiss her flat stomach. Then, I came to my real goal: her unbelievable chest.
They pancaked a little with her on her back, wobbling around enticingly as I touched them. I buried my face in them, grabbing and kissing what I could reach. They were by far the largest tits I’d ever had the pleasure of playing with, and from her reactions I could tell she enjoyed my enthusiasm.
I pushed them around with my hands, making them sway while I stuck out my tongue, letting the nipple hit it every time it passed. She shuddered and moaned, and her huge body was squirming underneath me.
Clearly, she wanted more, and she wasn’t going to wait for me to move on. She grabbed my waist, and flipped us over. She was on top of me again, and sat down on my stomach. Once again, I was pinned under hundreds of kilos of sexiness, making me grunt a little.
“Too heavy?” She asked, while she bent forward over me to get something from the bedside table.
“It’s fine,” I groaned. The bed was soft, cushioning me so the weight was bearable. I actually liked it a little; the weight made her size so much more real. It made me feel like I was at her mercy, which was very sexy. Plus, her sitting on top of me was just very sensual. I loved feeling her body like that.
She handed me a condom. Clearly, she’d been planning for this, if she’d had one ready near the bed. She’d woken up today, planning—hoping—that we’d end up having sex. That thought made me even harder. I slipped the rubber on, a bit clumsily having to reach around her hips.
She lifted herself up from my stomach, and hovered over my erection. “Ready?” She asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer. She lowered herself, my dick sliding into her wet pussy.
I groaned; it felt beyond amazing. At least from my point of view, the size difference didn’t diminish the sensation at all. Part of me had been expecting her to feel… roomy, I guess? That wasn’t the case. Her muscles squeezed her pussy around my cock, and her weight pushed me in deeper than I’d ever felt before.
I watched her as she started to grind on my cock, watching that magnificent body move, her breasts bouncing. I pushed my hips up, trying to match her movement, increasing the friction. She was careful not to push too hard as she rode me, conscious of how easily she could injure me. She struck a perfect balance, keeping that delicious weight on me without any discomfort on my part.
Her moans were becoming louder again. If I was too small for her, she wasn’t showing it. Her face was pure ecstasy as she increased her speed. I grabbed her huge ass, holding on for the ride of my life.
She fell forward onto her hands, holding herself up above me, which took some of the weight off my hips. Her tits were swinging right above my face, two wrecking balls that kept banging into me in a delicious way.
I stuck out my tongue, trying to catch a nipple, but she was moving too much. I took my hands off her arse, and grabbed those two melons, steadying them. Greedily, I put a nipple in my mouth, and flicked my tongue across it, hard. I knew now that she didn’t want gentle in the heat of the moment.
I was rewarded by a scream that threatened to shatter the windows as she came yet again, even harder it seemed. Yet, despite the volume, it was music to my ears. I had to admit, being able to pleasure such a tall, beautiful woman was more than a little pleasing for the old ego.
She collapsed on top of me, pulling her nipple out of my reach above my head. My face was surrounded by the bottom of her tits as I kept bucking my hips into her velvet insides. Her whole body pressed down on me once again, and the sensation was just amazing. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and for the second time that day, I blew my load. Her pussy milked me for all I had, and I was beginning to see stars, my body struggling to keep up.
Afterwards, we stayed like that for a long time. We just laid there, her on top of me, my softening dick still inside her, enjoying each other’s presence in blissful silence. I wrapped my arms around her back, not able to make my hands meet. I could feel her breathing, fast and heavy from the exertion and the pleasure, matched by my own.
After a while, she broke the silence. “You were amazing,” she sighed happily.
“So were you,” I murmured, caressing her soft skin. I could get used to this.
The three remaining days of our stay in San Diego were far, far too short. We made the most of them, though, and at least left the bedroom a few more times. Most of the time, however, we were there, getting to know each other in a whole new way. She loved giving me the opportunity to explore her incredible body, and I relished the chance, knowing I had to commit every centimetre to memory for when this wonderful time had to end. When we had to go home.
She had to bend over to kiss me goodbye before her flight left. I tried to make that kiss last forever, but even that had to end. We went our separate ways, with sadness, but also joy knowing how much our relationship had grown. And this time, we promised each other, we’d definitely visit before next year’s conference.
Life was pretty sweet, for a while, after I’d come home last autumn. While I missed Naomi fiercely, we messaged and called more often than ever, and our interactions had a lot more sexual overtones than before. While we still had our normal conversations, our friendship stronger than ever, she now loved hinting at what she wanted to do to me with her body, and vice versa.
She would video call me so we could masturbate to each other, which was incredibly hot. She loved hearing me talk about how I wanted to ravage her tits while she made herself cum. It made the time apart much more bearable.
Unfortunately, the world was still set on making things difficult for us. First Delta, then Omicron, meant that traveling still wasn’t the greatest idea. While I’d gladly suffer wearing a mask on a plane again to see her—and realistically, I would have to visit her rather than the other way around—the responsible thing was still to stay home and ride these latest waves out. The conference was one thing, but private travel was harder to justify.
But, while we were waiting for things to get back to—some form of—normal, things began to change. I don’t know what caused it, but she didn’t seem as eager to call me anymore. We were talking less, and especially the sexual stuff was less and less frequent. I guess that was normal; maybe the novelty had worn off for her, and yeah, it was frustrating that we couldn’t do anything for real.
Even our regular conversations were different, though. We used to talk for hours, and now it felt like she was doing it out of some sense of obligation rather than because she really wanted to. She seemed reluctant to talk to me.
I rationalised that it had to be because we couldn’t visit each other, and that was bringing her down. So, as soon as it became feasible again early in the spring, I suggested that I would come over a few weeks after. She said she couldn’t, that work was too busy. I proposed a different date. No, she had family in town.
She kept coming up with excuses, and I was so confused. My parents always said that if you really want to see someone, you make time for them. She wasn’t. Why didn’t she propose an alternative date herself? I would’ve cancelled everything in my schedule to be able to see her.
I just didn’t get it. Her behaviour made no sense to me. Didn’t she like me anymore? It hurt, and I just couldn’t get a straight answer out of her. She evaded it every time, until finally, I tried to be as direct as possible.
“Naomi,” I messaged; we hadn’t even called for over a week by that point. “When can I see you? Please let me know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Why not? If something is wrong, please tell me.”
“It’s just better this way, okay.”
That still didn’t explain much, but it was a very worrying answer.
“You’re not making sense. I miss you so much! Why won’t you talk to me?”
“I just can’t, okay? You deserve better.”
That scared the shit out of me.
“There is no one better! Please, just talk to me!”
The ‘typing’ dots appeared, then disappeared. It happened a few more times, but no answer came.
“Naomi, please?”
Still, no reply came. I tried to call her, but she ignored that too.
“Please pick up!” I sent. “I love you! Don’t do this me.”
It took a minute, but a reply finally came.
“Just leave me alone, please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You are hurting me!”
She didn’t reply after that. I tried to be patient, and didn’t bug her until the next day, when I tried again. But, she was leaving me on read, and refused to communicate.
I felt so lost. What’d happened? Things were so great between us before! Was it something I did? Had she found someone else? Why couldn’t she just tell me what was going on? If it was someone else, I’d would gladly be her friend again. It’d be hard, but I’d accept it, and wanted her to be happy, no matter what. Anything would be better than this radio silence.
But it was the end. We messaged only a few times after that, all small stuff, nothing too personal. I tried to bring up our relationship again, but she would never respond. Only once did she reply, once again saying “it’s better this way.” I still didn’t understand.
That summer was the loneliest one of my life. Only one thing kept me going: the thought that maybe, I’d see her at the conference. That maybe, face to face, I could get some answers.
Autumn came, and I travelled to the conference, this time in Calgary—really, after a beach town, they picked Calgary? Who’s in charge of organising these, anyway? Oh well, I’m sure it’s a nice city; I just don’t like the cold.
Anyway, I tried to ask Naomi about it beforehand, but she wouldn’t say anything. Was she planning on going? She’d better be; otherwise, I thought I’d lose my mind.
Still, some part of me was expecting she wouldn’t be there, and it seemed that wasn’t unjustified. I tried to find her at the conference, but I didn’t see her, and it wasn’t like she was easy to miss. Even if she hadn’t grown at all since last year—unlikely—she would stand out a lot.
Focusing on work was so hard, because every time I turned around, I hoped I’d see her huge form behind me, smiling like nothing had happened. And every time, I was disappointed.
Eventually, I did run into some familiar faces. Sarah and Peter, her colleagues that I’d met in Japan three years before. Leaping at the chance, I asked them if they knew anything about Naomi.
“Naomi?” Sarah said. “No, she’s not here.”
Even though I’d already known it by that point, the words were like a dagger through the heart.
“Honestly, we haven’t seen her in a while,” Peter added. “Our office reopened, but she’s still working from home full time. I suppose it’s her size; the office would be rather small for her. She barely communicates outside of work stuff.”
“Yeah, we used to hang out sometimes, but not for months now,” Sarah said. “I’ve wondered if something is going on. Do you know anything?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if Naomi had told the two of them about us, but either way, I had nothing useful to add.
It seemed, however, that she’d withdrawn from more than just me. It made me worried; had something happened? Had her growth condition caused health problems? Was it depression? Why couldn’t she just have told me, though? She had to know I would understand, no matter what it was.
But any chance of talking to her about it seemed gone. She wasn’t here, and she still wouldn’t answer my messages. That really only left one option.
Fortunately, Peter and Sarah had agreed with me that someone needed to check on her, and since I was much closer to her—or had been, anyway—than they were, they had no qualms about giving me her address from their company’s address list.
I had to go home after the conference to take care of a couple of things, but I’d booked a flight out to Naomi’s neck of the woods just a few days later. Once I got there, I rented a car from the airport and was on my way to the address. From what I could see on the map, it seemed to be a fairly remote house on a large plot of land. Which, given her condition, made sense.
I’d contemplated telling her I was coming, but decided against it. She seemed so dead set on not talking to me, I was afraid she might vanish if I did that. I did feel guilty about breaking her boundaries; she didn’t want to see me, yet here I was. I didn’t think I had a choice, though. And if she told me to fuck off in person, I would, and she’d never hear from me again.
I drove up to the house, a cosy cottage surrounded by woods, almost entirely isolated from the road. Despite the large plot it was on, the house itself seemed on the small side for someone like her, at least from what I could see from here. Was this the right place? Google Maps thought so, and the number on door matched.
My heart pounding in my throat, I rang the doorbell. Would she be mad about my unannounced appearance? I had to remind myself that she was much, much larger than me, and I didn’t even know if she’d grown more in the last year. If she wanted to hurt me, she could. She’d never given me any reason to believe she was like that, but then, she’d never ignored me for months before either.
After a few minutes that felt like hours, I heard some noise behind the door. Someone was undoing a chain, and the door opened slightly. A short, black woman, maybe in her late forties, peered through the gap. Clearly, this wasn’t Naomi.
“Can I help you?” She asked, and glanced at my rental car. “You’re not UPS, are you?”
I scratched the back of my neck nervously. “Uhm, no,” I said. “I’m, uh… looking for Naomi?”
“Oh!” She said, surprised. She scrutinized me for a moment. “Are you Connor?”
I hadn’t been expecting that. “Yes?” I replied, unsure how this woman knew who I was.
Her face brightened, and she opened the door further. “Oh, please come in, dear. Naomi has told me all about you. I was wondering if you’d show up one of these days.”
“Okay?” I said, not quite sure what was going on.
“She’s been in such a funk this year,” she said, as she took my coat. “And she won’t listen to anyone, not even me. Maybe you’ll be able to help.”
The woman took me through the house. In the back, next to the backdoor, was a passage that led to what looked like an annex, which was significantly larger than the main house. It almost seemed like a barn, from the dimensions. That must be where Naomi lived. I hadn’t been able to see if from the front of the house.
“Naomi, you have a visitor!” The woman called down the passage.
“Tell them to go away, mom!” Came the reply. This didn’t sound like the Naomi I knew; she sounded miserable. Still, my heart jumped when hearing her voice. It’d been so long.
I looked at the woman, surprised. “You’re her mother?” I should’ve guessed; her being here, and her behaviour made perfect sense now.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, where are my manners?” She said, seemingly embarrassed. “I’m Grace, Naomi’s mother. Nice to meet you.”
“Connor, but you knew that,” I said, extending my hand. “It’s a pleasure.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” Grace said, gesturing at her own, diminutive self. She couldn’t have been more than one metre sixty (5’3”), at the most. “But remember that she wasn’t that big when I pushed her out!” She laughed at her own joke.
“Anyway,” she continued. “You’re lucky to catch me here. I’m only here some of the time, to keep her company—when she’ll let me—and to keep the regular-sized part of the house clean. If I hadn’t been here, she probably wouldn’t have answered the door.”
I nodded, understanding.
She turned back to the passage. “I’m sending him over. Just talk to him, dear, that’s all I ask.”
“Mom!” Came the annoyed response, but Grace ushered me down the passage anyway.
I continued with trepidation, my heart racing. She didn’t seem thrilled at the idea of having a visitor. How would she react when she saw it was me?
I stuck my head around the corner into the annex. The inside looked like a normal room, just scaled up. There was custom-built furniture, including a sofa and a bed, all made for her size. Instead of a TV, there was an LCD projector on the ceiling, which I guess would be a lot cheaper than buying a TV that didn’t look small to her. It was playing some Netflix show.
Naomi sat on the Sofa, watching the show. She looked a mess. No make-up, her hair was unkempt, and her eyes looked puffy from crying too much. Her outfit seemed to be a pyjama, consisting of loose shorts and a baggy shirt.
She was also much bigger than the year before. It was hard to be accurate while she was sitting down, but I would put her at around three times my height, just based on her knees which seemed like they’d come up to my chest now. Her breasts, even though they appeared to be about the same size as before relative to the rest of her, were even more gigantic now in absolute terms. I was pretty sure they would cover most of my body now, each maybe a metre (3’3”) in diameter.
For my own safety—just in case—I decided to stay where I was, in the entrance to her room. She hadn’t noticed me yet. The only one who had was her cat, who was laying next to her, looking comically tiny. He poked his head up and looked at me quizzically. That alerted her, and she turned to face me.
“Hey,” I said tentatively, not knowing where to start.
“I told you to go awa—” she started, then stopped as she saw me. “Connor?”
Her face screwed up, and her eyes began to water. “C…Connor?” She said again, sniffing. “Why are you here? You can’t be here.” She was full on crying now, and dropped her face in her hands.
That wasn’t the response I’d anticipated. I walked over, and patted her leg in a way that I hoped was reassuring and not patronising. It was the only part of her I could reach while she was on the oversized sofa. She put a hand around my back, and pushed me against her bare lower leg, while she kept crying. I just let her, hugging her leg.
I’d expected anger. I’d expected embarrassment. I don’t know what else I expected. But I hadn’t expected this. This wasn’t the reaction of someone who didn’t want to see me.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” she said, in between sniffs.
“I would’ve come over anytime, if only you’d said the word,” I said softly. “Please, tell me, what’s going on? What happened? I thought we were doing so well.”
She took her face from her hands, her eyes bleary with tears. “I just…” She paused, sniffling again. “I can’t explain it, it’s stupid.”
“Just take your time,” I said. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I hope you know that.”
“I just… I wanted you to have a normal life. You could never have that with me.”
“That’s nonsense. Why would you say that?”
“Just look at me, Connor!” She said in reply, her face miserable.
“Yeah, and?” I said, looking her up and down. “I see a gorgeous, amazing woman whom I’ve loved since the moment we met. What are you talking about?”
She gave a small smile, and wiped a tear from her eye. “That’s sweet, but look at me, really. I’m five metres sixty (18’4”)! I grew almost two metres (6’6”) in a year! Not only is it not stopping, it’s faster than ever.”
“So what? I don’t care about that. When have I ever given you the impression that was a problem?”
“See,” she said. “I knew you’d say that. But think about it. I can’t do anything anymore! I don’t fit in a car, or a plane, or anything! I couldn’t have gone to the conference even if I wanted to.”
“I still don’t see the problem?”
“You want to have a girlfriend who can’t travel? Who can barely leave the house?”
“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “If it’s you, I wouldn’t care one bit.”
“But I care, okay? I don’t want you to become a shut-in who has to look after his giant partner. You deserve a normal life, and if you’re with me, you won’t have that. I care too much; I could never do that to you.”
“Shouldn’t that be my decision?” I asked. “And I think you’re exaggerating. It’s not like you can’t do anything; you’re not disabled, just tall.”
“Tall enough so I can’t stand up in any normal room. Heavy enough to risk damaging the floor. Strong enough so I have to be careful with everything I do. Big enough so everything, my clothes, my house, my furniture, has to be made especially for me, at great expense. You don’t want to deal with that.”
Actually, that description of her size, and the struggles that came with it, was more than a little exciting to me. “But I like that about you. I love how big you are. You know that. And all that other stuff, we can overcome, together, I’m sure of it. Why did you think that was enough for me to turn away from you?”
She turned her head, unable to face me. “That’s not all,” she said, her voice small. “It’s… I can’t have kids.”
I paused, stunned, and reached for her hand. She took my hand, her big palm enveloping my whole hand. “Is that what this is really about?” I asked gently.
“They did some tests,” she said miserably. “I have viable eggs, but a foetus isn’t going to grow at my scale. My body won’t be able to support it properly, I’d be too big.”
“And because of that, you decided to just ghost me?” I asked, now a little indignant. “We could’ve talked about this.”
“I knew you’d react like this,” she said, still unable to look me in the eye. “I knew you’d say you still want me. But you deserve better than me. I couldn’t think how to convince you. I thought about it for so long, but couldn’t… and then, the longer I said nothing, the harder it got…” Her voice faltered.
Now my eyes were getting wet. I leaned my head against her thigh. “Oh, you big idiot!” I cried. “You big, goofy idiot. You never even asked me if I wanted kids!”
“But—”
“And even if I do, it’s not the end of the world! There’s adoption. Or surrogacy, since you said you have viable eggs. You’re completely overreacting! Why would you ever think I wouldn’t want you anymore, just because of that? Fuck ‘normal’ life, who wants that? I love you, Naomi, that’s all I ever wanted.”
She started crying again. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do,” I said, caressing her leg with my free hand. “You are a gorgeous, smart, amazing woman, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, let alone a partner.”
She scooped me up, and put me in her lap. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me into her chest. “You mean it?” She asked weakly.
“Of course I mean it, you doofus,” I said sincerely. “I don’t care if we can’t travel. There’s plenty of stuff we can do! And as long as it’s with you, that’s enough.”
“And the kids thing?”
“Like I said, we’ll figure it out. It’s not impossible.”
She hugged me even tighter. “I love you too,” she said, still sniffling a little. “I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I?”
“A little bit, yeah,” I said, trying to move a little in the tight embrace. I wanted to reach her lips, but they were too high, so I kissed the top of her breasts instead. “But it’s okay. We’ll start again. Properly, this time.”
“And you’re going to visit?”
I hesitated. “I could, but… maybe I can do better than that.” I’d thought about this for a while now. “What would you say if I wanted to move here?”
“Move here?” She said, surprised. “To live with me?”
“I would love to. Or, I can get my own place first, if you’re more comfortable with that. But I want to be near you. I can’t do long distance again, not after what happened. I never want to leave your side again.”
“You don’t have to do that! What about your life, your job?”
I laughed. “Hey, I happen to know there’s a medical equipment company in this town. I’m pretty sure they’d be happy to snatch me away from their competitor. I happen to know one of their employees, I’m sure she’d put in a good word.”
She hugged me again, this time almost pulling me into her cleavage. “You’d really do that for me?”
“Of course… if you’ll have me.”
“I would love to,” she said, and bent over to kiss me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I knew that I’d made the right choice. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t gone over sooner. I hadn’t realised her insecurities—no doubt helped by her bad experiences with her ex-husband—still weighed so heavily on her. But it didn’t matter now. I was here, and I would never let her go again.
When she released the kiss, I was happy to see her smiling again. “I missed you,” she whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “All of you.”
The tone of voice was suddenly very different. It was a tone that lit a fire in my heart, and… other parts of me. I suddenly realised where I was, nestled against the largest tits known to man.
“I have to admit,” I said, my lust growing, “I’m kind of keen to try out this new, even larger body of yours.”
“I’ll just bet you are,” she said, and lifted her top. She lowered it over me, trapping me between the fabric and her endless flesh.
I felt my body sink into her cleavage, the soft skin yielding to my presence, and reached my hands to either side to caress her nipples. “Oh god, I missed this,” I said, bliss entering my mind.
The first things I noticed when I saw Naomi were her beauty, her height, and her cleavage in that dress. It was a gorgeous dress, sparkling white to contrast with her deep, dark skin, emphasising her every curve. Now just over eight metres (26’3”) tall, those curves were beyond amazing. I just couldn’t believe the way things had gone.
Just like that first time we met, she was wearing a wedding dress. But this time, she was my bride.
Honestly, I would’ve asked that day we reunited, I was so happy to have her back. But I figured I had to give her at least some time. Three months, is what I told myself. That would be enough to make sure things were back to normal, and hopefully didn’t make me seem too overeager. I ended up asking her after only two.
She’d said yes! It was the happiest moment of my life, until now. I’d even managed to find her a ring, though both of us knew it’d have to be adjusted regularly, at least until she stopped growing—which I quietly hoped she never would.
Today was the only day that could beat that one. I stood on a raised platform, putting me level with her face—which alone was more than half my height. She came walking down the aisle, wearing that dress, looking more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen in my life. From this vantage point, her bust was below me, so amazingly large and inviting. As incredible as the dress was, part of me couldn’t wait to get her out of it again.
We were getting married in her backyard. Her house had a few hectares of land, making that easily possible. It was a good thing too, since almost the entire wedding budget had gone to that dress, which was entirely custom made. Fortunately, we did well enough for money these days; I worked at her old company, and she mostly did modelling nowadays. I’d encouraged her to try it, first simple things like Instagram, and gradually building up to more. It turned out, there were a lot of people willing to spend money on pictures and videos of a real-life giantess, just as I’d thought.
She never did anything overtly explicit, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her fans loved seeing how big she was, which had done wonders for her confidence. For my part, I was happy to help with the occasional size comparison shot. Pictures with me wedged in her cleavage—always under some shirt or other skimpy top—were particularly popular. And I just loved that I was the only one who got to enjoy that body first-hand. Everyone else could only ever look.
She stopped next to me, smiling the biggest, happiest smile I’d ever seen. After all it took to get here, and the uncertainty in our relationship, it was amazing to see her so unreservedly happy. Her brown eyes were sparkling, and I felt myself get lost, staring at her beautiful face. I reached over, and she let me caress her cheek for a moment, before turning to the officiant.
I was barely listening as he went through the usual spiel; I was too excited. I looked behind me, where far below were my parents, and hers, both proud as could be. All our friends and family were there too. Screens were showing the action up top, where I and the officiant were, so they could get a better view. Otherwise, they’d just be staring at Naomi’s arse from below. Which was probably where most of the male guests were looking anyway.
We read our vows—we’d written our own—and finally, we got to the important part. I said “I do,” and waited with trepidation for Naomi’s turn, even though I had no real doubts she would say it.
“I do,” she said, tears of joy in her eyes.
I felt like my heart would explode; it seemed impossible that I’d ever be happier.
“You may kiss the bride.”
She leaned forward, and I planted a kiss on a pair of lips as wide as my head. They gently kissed me back, as the crowd behind us cheered. It was a good thing her lipstick didn’t stain, or my face would’ve been covered in it.
She gingerly picked me up from the podium, and lowered me to the ground, next to her leg. I didn’t even come up to her knees anymore, especially with those heels she was wearing. They were a remarkable feat of engineering, capable of holding her weight, while the steel-reinforced flooring we’d put down stopped them from sinking into the ground. I admired her calves in those heels as we walked back up the aisle, now husband and wife. I couldn’t help but be reminded of her ex-husband. Unlike him, I would never ask her to take them off, or say anything bad about her height.
If only he could see us now. What a fool that guy had been, throwing away something like that. But, I quietly thanked him for it. His loss was my massive gain.
I didn’t know what married life would have in store for us. All I knew was, it was going to be big.
When I woke up, for a second I thought it’d all been a dream. That happened a lot lately, for some reason. My brain just still had difficulty accepting this was actually my life.
But, the surface I was sleeping on soon told me that it was all true. Warm, soft skin cushioned my body, stretching all around me. I only had a pillow to support my head, and a sheet to cover me; besides that, I slept on her bare skin whenever I could.
I’d vary where, exactly. Sometimes it was on her stomach. Sometimes in between her breasts, seeing the two hills rise up on either side of me. But usually it was here, on top of one of her magnificent breasts. It was the softest place to sleep, and the sexiest, in my opinion.
Naomi had finally stopped growing almost three years ago. Before that, she’d shot up to a reality-defying nineteen metres (62’4”). For a while, it’d seemed like her growth would only keep accelerating, until it’d suddenly halted. We were happy about it; we could finally stop constantly replacing our furniture, her clothes, and everything she used on a daily basis. Even the annex she lived in had been reconstructed to an even bigger scale; it felt more like an aircraft hangar these days, at least to me. To her, it was just her room.
No matter what her size, I’d never stopped loving her. And yeah, being able to use a breast that was almost four metres (13’1”) across when she was lying down as a bed was a huge perk of living with this mountain of a woman. Unlike in the beginning, the hadn’t grown much faster than the rest of her. They were still somewhat bigger than her head, only slightly bigger than they’d been in relative terms that day on the beach, nine years ago.
Fortunately, she didn’t move much in her sleep. When we first started doing this, she’d sometimes forget I was there—I was that light to her—and turn over when she woke up, causing me to fall. Fortunately, I was never injured—not seriously, anyway. Over time, she’d learned not to make any unexpected movements.
To my right was her nipple, as big as my head. She always slept naked, while I wore boxers for comfort. I stared at the huge nub, and gently caressed her skin underneath me, feeling my dick start to harden. After all these years, just the mere sight of her was still enough to do that to me.
I felt her stir, and then stretch, causing a major earthquake for me. Her stomach was a much more stable platform to sleep on, since it didn’t wobble like her breasts did when she moved. But her breasts were so much softer, and being sloshed around on massive tits was honestly kind of hot.
“Are you awake?” She asked through a yawn, as I felt a hand, over a metre (3’3”) wide, rest on top of me.
“I am now,” I said, joking. I always said that when she shook me around like that in the morning.
I saw a long finger idly rub the nipple next to me, and saw the large nub harden. She looked over to her left, at the child monitor next to the bed.
“Lucy’s still asleep,” she murmured.
Lucy was born four years ago, to a surrogate using our donated sperm and egg. Genetically ours, she was the light of my life, a little bundle of joy that brightened our every day. She also kept us awake, a lot, though thankfully not as much anymore as when she’d been a baby. If she was asleep, I knew exactly what Naomi wanted to do.
I looked at the nipple that she was still playing with, and wondered what it would’ve been like if Naomi had been able to get pregnant. How big would her tits have gotten? She would’ve made enough milk to fill the bath, I’d bet. Kind of too bad I’d never see that, but it wasn’t like I could complain. And at least Lucy was normal sized; if Naomi could give birth, I could only imagine it being to a giant baby. And I really didn’t want to deal with a toddler who was bigger than me.
As it was, we didn’t know if Lucy had inherited Naomi’s condition. There was no test for it, and Naomi hadn’t started growing abnormally large until reaching her twenties. We could only wait and see, but no matter what, we’d love her anyway.
Our life together had been everything I’d ever wanted. Yeah, a tropical vacation wasn’t in the cards—unless someone wanted to lend us an aircraft carrier to get there—but we’d developed solutions to at least travel a little. It usually involved lorries with flat-bed trailers. It meant we could get around, at least in the area. Wherever we went, we were always a huge spectacle, but I didn’t mind. Naomi’s fanbase had only grown over the years, along with her. Their devotion kept us comfortable, even with the amount of food a woman Naomi’s size needed.
I felt Naomi move, and looked down along her body. While her one hand was caressing me and her nipple, her other arm moved down to her crotch. I heard her moan slightly, and she lifted that hand above me, showing me the wetness on her fingers.
“God, I’m really horny today,” she purred.
“When aren’t you?” I murmured quietly, but she heard me anyway.
“Ooh, a bit feisty today, are you? You know the punishment for that.” She used her other hand to pluck the covers off me. “Strip.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said playfully. I took off my boxers, and tossed them aside. I knew what she was going to do, and honestly, she would’ve found some excuse to do it no matter what I’d said.
While her one hand went back to her crotch, the other carefully grabbed me around the chest. It always amazed me how gentle she could be with me. At her weight and strength, the whole world, including me, must feel like it was made of tissue paper. The potential danger to me was real, but I trusted her completely.
She placed me in between her giant tits, and started to roll onto one side. She laid me down on the side of the lower breast, as the other one started to roll toward me. She slowed it down with her hand, and as she settled down it descended on top of me.
The tit on top of me was many times heavier than me. It’d taken some experimentation, but we’d found that if the surface I was lying on was soft enough, like the bed or—as in this case—her other breast, I could take the weight. With her on her side, I was wedged in her cleavage, between two massive boobs, almost entirely immobilised.
The gigantic tit pressed down on me, pushing me into the equally soft flesh below. My whole body was surrounded by warmth, and her scent was everywhere. I couldn’t move much, just enough to rub my hands against her velvet skin. My dick was rock hard, as always when we did this, pushed into my stomach by the tonnes of breast flesh above.
I loved this kind of ‘soft crush,’ I’d discovered. In this position, I could do nothing but worship her size. Knowing that her body was so superior to mine, that she didn’t even have to move to subdue me. Knowing that she willingly chose to protect me, to make sure no harm came to me like this. It was the ultimate expression of giantess love to me.
Plus, the sensation was just intensely erotic, and I used what little mobility I had to hump my cock against her skin.
She loved doing it as well. Just like I loved how small it made me feel, she loved how big she was. She loved demonstrating her size to me. And nothing made her feel bigger than trapping me under her body.
Instead of a safe word, we’d developed some ‘safe gestures,’ since she couldn’t exactly hear me from here. If I tapped her skin rapidly, or if I stopped moving at all, she knew to free me. We’d tested to make sure she could tell, and I’d checked that even in the throws of passion, she’d still have the presence of mind to respond. So, I knew I was safe. My goddess wouldn’t bring me to harm.
I felt her roll over again, onto her stomach this time, and I knew we were moving to stage two. She supported me with her hand, and positioned me under her enormous tit on the bed. She gave me her remote, before lowering the massive teat on top of me, the nipple right on my face. It pushed into her boob, not causing any issues for me, while the rest of her huge areola covered me.
I started attacking the nipple, wrapping my arms around it, squeezing it and kissing and licking it as hard as I could. I was rewarded by loud moans, as she loved it when I played with her sensitive nipples.
This was probably my favourite position where she was on top. Between her breasts was awesome, of course. I also loved being under her butt, also soft enough to do this as long as she was lying down—sitting up was too heavy—or even in her butt crack was fun from time to time.
But in this position, I could pleasure her directly. The nipple gave me a way to make her squeal, which I delighted in doing, even without the remote.
Oh yeah, the remote! It was connected to a vibrator, as big as a person, that she had made for her. She’d place it against her clit, putting me in control of her pleasure. I pressed the ‘plus’ button a few times, starting it pulsing at a low pace.
I felt her writhe on top of me in response, and she moaned, a sound that made my whole body vibrate. It was a good thing Lucy was in the main part of the house, and couldn’t hear us from here.
I teased her for a bit, increasing and then decreasing the vibration. I knew her fingers would be helping, so she could make herself cum if she wanted to, but usually she waited until I let her. Today, I was feeling extra cruel; every time I felt her get close, I backed off.
She mewled in disappointment. “Connor, please,” she begged, music to my ears. Despite being so small, and trapped under her tit, this kept the power dynamic a little more even.
She squirmed like crazy as I kept denying her release, moaning loudly. It caused the huge tit on top of me to shift, rubbing her areola against my dick as I kept playing with her nipple to match what I did with the remote. I was getting close, and I knew I couldn’t be selfish. I held down the ‘plus’ button, maxing out the intensity.
I felt her stiffen, and then heard the loud bass of her moan as she orgasmed. I’d timed it well, as I blew my own load against her skin at the same time, my own convulsions limited by the mass on top of me.
When her orgasm subsided, I turned off the vibrator, and she lifted her tit off me. Her hand snatched me up, and held me in front of her face. The devilish look on her face would’ve been terrifying if it were anyone else of that size.
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” she said. “You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?”
She opened her mouth, and I held my breath. In I went, and she swirled me around with her metres-long tongue, making sure to lick every inch of me, covering me in saliva as well as cleaning me of my own cum.
My dick was rapidly getting hard again. The expert ministrations of a giantess’s tongue will do that to you, trust me.
She plucked me out of her mouth, my body dripping wet. I had a huge grin on my face, and my cock was as hard as it had been.
“Oh, still enjoying yourself, are you?” She said, grinning herself. “We’ll see about that.”
No, we wouldn’t, not really. This next part was great too, and she knew I loved it. She rolled on her back, and lowered me toward her crotch. I stiffened my body, holding my legs together and my arms along my sides, to help her with what she was about to do.
Discarding the vibrator, she slowly inserted me into her wet cunt. The folds of her pussy closed around me, as I felt her moist insides squeeze around my entire body. I still remembered the first time she’d been able to do this. We’d joked about it as far back as the beach in San Diego, so when it actually happened, it was a momentous occasion. I really was a human-sized sex toy now.
I bottomed out just before my head was submerged, her pussy just about deep enough for most of my body. She groaned loudly as I rubbed her g-spot with my hands; it was much easier to find from this perspective.
She began to move me in and out of her sopping cunt. Licking me hadn’t even really been necessary, she was so wet. Her hard clit rubbed against my chest with every thrust, and my dick slid against the soft, warm walls of her pussy.
Before long, I felt her start to convulse again, and she held me steady in her pussy as even more sticky liquid engulfed my body. I extracted one arm to rub her clit while she came, which I knew she loved, while I rubbed my cock against her insides as hard as I could, bringing myself over the edge again. I came hard inside her pussy, my load mingling with her wetness.
She was panting after she finished, and I was breathing hard too, the exertion and pleasure leaving us both worn down. She left me in her pussy, always enjoying the feeling of me there after a good orgasm. I didn’t mind; I loved it here, just as I loved every part of her body.
I could never get used to this. Even with her being the same size for a few years now, the novelty of having sex with a gorgeous giantess hadn’t worn off, and I didn’t think it ever would. I mean, how could you get used to being fully inserted into a woman? Or feeling yourself pressed under her body? Making yourself cum rubbing your cock against tits far bigger than you? You just couldn’t.
“Connor?” She asked after her breathing had calmed back down.
“Yeah?” I said, still relaxing in her pussy.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, caressing the dark skin of her inner thighs lovingly. However, I knew from her tone of voice that that wasn’t all she wanted to say.
“You know my old measuring wall?”
“Of course.” I could see it from here: a long measurement tape going up one of the massive walls of her room. Marked on it were many of her milestones, up to her current impressive height of nineteen metres and five centimetres (62’6”).
“I was looking at it last night, just for nostalgia.”
“Yeah?”
She hesitated. “… I think I’m taller again.”
Oh boy; here we go again.
THE END
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