Chapter 1
Before the Great Pandemic, using a dating app in the countryside was akin to driving a Lamborghini in Los Angeles’s famous traffic: showing off in a rather inept way. I know, I tried it once or twice before and it really failed with little success and a lot of money lost. At best you got to meet Betsy from over the valley, who had come back from College for the holidays and mostly craved for some down time with someone less dazzled by the city’s lights. Not that Betsy was bad (or Caroline, Monica, etc.). In fact the Betsy I knew had some of the biggest tits I had ever seen and seemed to consider that being in the countryside allowed her to show them off a lot. But I digress.
As I said, it was true before the Great Pandemic of 2020. That year, something came out of the polar ice, which had laid dormant for tens of thousands of years there and swept over the world. In a matter of months, it changed everything. A lot of people died, some were unaffected. And others, 98% of which were women, changed. They grew. Some by a little, some by a lot, and some achieved such heights that calling them gigantic would have been akin to calling a lion a cat. And those women needed space, space that overcrowded cities where men were used to being the dominant gender couldn’t or wouldn’t afford them.
So they came to the countryside, which was suddenly buzzing with women who were coping with their new size… and all the changes which came with it. You see, it turned out that among those affected by growth spurts, the virus also led to an increase in fat percentage, while preventing negative health effects. Basically, those girls grew taller, fatter and were actually in far better health than they had been before. But coming from a society where thinness and smallness were considered the peak of a desirable female body, I can guess it was hard to adjust, and leaving the cities helped them do so. To my great pleasure.
But perhaps I should explain who I am and why I was actually happy with those changes. You see, my name is Derek, and almost all my life, I lived deep in the countryside. It’s not that I hate the city folks, mind. But, really, the speed, the lights, the noise… my college years were horrible to me and I was very happy to be able to live – and relatively well – far from town and in the wild. This of course hindered another element of my personality. I am mostly attracted to tall women – if possible taller than me – and I had no problem with them being far – or even super-fat, some would say, as long as they were happy with their size.
So you can imagine how happy I was when those girls came and started to settle relatively close to my home – and extremely close for the tallest of them I guess, even if I can’t fathom what the world is for them now… Anyway, a few weeks after they started settling there, they set up a sort of dating app, for changed peoples. But since male who had grown were extremely rare, normal men were allowed – no normal girls however, each had to provide a certificate proving that they had grown compared to their size before the Pandemic.
I had a lot of reservations about the app, at first. I didn’t feel like the prime material for such a stuff. Those city girls probably wanted someone flashier, less plain at the very least, than I was, with my layback look and behavior. But it turned out that they seemed really hungry for men who could somewhat keep up with them and at the very least weren’t afraid of them, like too many of the city folks seemed to be – to not paint them in too much of a bad light, it’s easier to be afraid when a horde of growing women trample into your streets, almost crushing you as they walk around. In the place I lived in, there was more space.
I won’t lie, it was easier said than done. Not that I didn’t know what to do with a dating app, of course. But this time, it seemed to be a stranger stuff to deal with. How do you seduce girls who went from petite things to towering bombshells – at least in my eyes I guess? I couldn’t really flaunt my height (I’m around 1m90, 6 feet 2, after all!). I couldn’t really flaunt that I lived in a large house, some of those girls were too big to walk into it! I had to ponder about what I could do to attract some attention. Finally, I settled to the truth – or at least as much of it as I felt able to convey without looking creepy.
I simply told the world that I had no problem with girls being taller than me, heavier than me even. I put simple photos of myself around my house and in my everyday life making sure that our countryside was as beautiful as it could be. I expected it to be a little too basic to attract attention but it turned out I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong! It was almost as if my phone was going wild as I finished my profile and sent it to the world to see. It was almost terrifying. It buzzed again and again for nigh an hour, until it seemed to calm down – and I hadn’t even started browsing to search for a mate. It was insane.
When I finally decided to do it, I had matches left and right. But the one which surprised me the most was… well… Betsy. I had known her for years, we had grown up in the same small town until we moved to college. I came back, she didn’t, until a few years ago, when we hit it for a time. She had been a rather impressive girl, at 1m70 (5”6) only, but with breasts which she had once deemed to be big enough to be both a pain in the ass and an incredible asset. And now… I’ll be damned, but she was looking better than ever in her pictures. She was standing at a proud 2m12 (almost seven feet tall) and if she wasn’t the fattest, she had definitely gained some cups!
At first, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I knew Betsy, I fucked her once or twice a few years ago. She was great but she had never struck me as someone who wanted to return to the country… and now here she was, stating that for a girl like her, the cities were now too narrow and stressful, choke full of weak men who couldn’t handle a big and strong girl, and yadda yadda. As you may expect, I actually glazed over all of it, because she had far more pressing arguments, namely the monstrous boulders she now sported on her torso and seemed quite intent on spilling out of whatever she wore on the picture and seemed a size or two too small.
I could tell you that I hesitated. I knew Betsy’s character, I knew she was absolutely not searching for long term dating, it was just some hook up she wanted to get a form of release and she expected to find it with greater ease around here. But those breasts! I gave up in a few minutes and sent her a message. And it was clear she had recognized me and that she was ready to talk, at least for now. We spent a few hours discussing, catching up with the past… and then she invited me to meet her at the local coffee shop, which, she said, was able to accommodate girls like her. I said yes, of course – who wouldn’t have, right?
I was the first here, perhaps I was too eager… but when she appeared at the corner of Main Street, all my misgivings disappeared. Aside from her new height and curves, she hadn’t changed much. She was still rather lithe – compared to other girls I had seen who had become a lot fatter as they started to change. Betsy was still looking more chubby than obese, and she wore it quite well, with a frisky dress which left very little to the imagination, long auburn hair which fell well below her shoulders, the little wind playing with it, giving her quite the impressive figure. And when she spotted me, seated already, she smiled and walked faster.
She didn’t take a seat immediately herself. She approached me, towering more and more over me, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I get up to not look too small compared to her? Should I remain seated? She decided for me when she put a hand on one of my shoulders, and I gasped when I realized how long her fingers were now. She never had small hands, but now, one of her hand was considerably larger than my own, and I could feel the strength in them, as she pressed on me slightly, leaning forward to have a better look at my face no doubt – and offering me a mouth-dropping view of her enormous knockers in the process.
“Hello Derek! How are you? It’s been so long” she said, her voice deeper and more confident than ever before – clearly she was taking her changes quite well.
“Hey Betsy! I’m fine, thank you, do you want me to…” I started to tell, pushing on my knees to get up but she used more force and her hand pinned me in place.
“No, don’t need to get all worked up, don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I can pick up my chair myself.”
There was something in her tone which made it quite clear that when she said she was a big girl, she knew exactly what anyone would hear, and she loved it. She lifted her hand off me and turned around to walk toward the chair the furthest from me, offering me quite a show. Her ass had always been less stellar than her breasts, most of her curves had been up rather than down before – she had never been flat of course, but she hadn’t been extraordinarily impressive either, like a lot of girls; truly voluptuous women were rarer than the Internet would let anyone know.
It wasn’t true anymore. Her trousers, which seemed to be painted on her skin rather than real tissue, left very little to the imagination when she walked – and she didn’t wear heels, of course. Her ass-cheeks were now enormous. They were still dwarfed by her tits, of course, which seemed to have absorbed most of the growth – each of them was obviously several times larger than my head, after all. But her behind needn’t be ashamed now. And she knew it. She played with it, used it. When she picked up the chair, she leant forward far more than necessary and I swear I was afraid her pants would tear up, unable to contain her ass.
When she finally sat, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat, looking straight at me. God, she was gorgeous. Her face had always been one of her strongest points, even when taking her bust in mind. And her growth had magnified her beauty, at least to my eyes. She was looking down at me when sitting, not by much mind, but still. And I was quite happy that I hadn’t had to get up, because I was already at half-mast. She was gorgeous and when she had stood over me, so close that her face had almost been hidden by her tits.
“So tell me Derek? How was life here since I left? Not too boring?”
Something had changed with her voice too. It was still really feminine, but also deeper and stronger, and I suspected it was simply because of her height and increased weight; it could change the way one’s voice sounded. But it wasn’t just that either. She had been a little shy – well… not really shy, but somewhat worried by her breasts, she feared that a lot of men wanted to be with her because of them and at the same time she loved them and used them to rope men into relationships. She had clearly been torn before. Not anymore, I could tell that much.
“Oh, you know, the same old routine, but I kind of like it.”
We kept talking for about three-quarters of an hour. She was surprisingly contained in her words and behavior, clearly trying to play it cool. But she wanted sex, and not much else, that was obvious. I won’t lie, it didn’t bother me at all. I knew Betsy, after all. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with her for long. She was just not the outdoor kind of girl, she loved to be pampered and to live comfortably. She was very happy to have grown, but even more so to not have grown too much, basically. She had the benefits of being taller, bustier, stronger, and none of the drawbacks, she could still live a relatively normal life, after all.
When we finished our chat, I almost expected her to just move away – I was interested in her, but in spite of her innuendos and the apparent joy she took in being taller than me, she wasn’t looking too interested in me. But when I got up and extended my hand to shake her own, she took it to bring it against her enormous left breast. I froze – perhaps I’m old fashioned but I didn’t expect such an outward act of clear sexual desire. My mouth opened and she pounced, her lips sealing my own, her larger tongue invading my mouth. Perhaps I ought to have resisted her, but I melted beneath her ministrations and when she broke the kiss, I was panting and she led the way.
I followed her like a puppy. She was bringing me to her home, which was surprisingly close to the coffee shop we had met. She was tantalizing, walking before me, her long arms extending toward me as she kept my hand in her far larger one – it was a strange feeling to me, since I used to have the biggest hands of all the people I met. Suddenly she stopped and I almost collided with her large behind. She giggled as she leant forward a little to open her door, bumping it into me, forcing me to stagger backward a little before being reeled in by the hand and setting against her ass.
When we entered, I was a little surprised, because it didn’t seem that she had chosen to have furniture fitting her new size. I didn’t feel like a dwarf in her new home. Granted, I didn't have much time to consider all of it. As soon as she had closed the door, she swirled toward me and kissed me as hungrily as before. And her hands started to caress my body as mine did with hers, groping her incredible breasts, which were even heavier and firmer than what I had expected from what I had seen so far. She moaned softly and kissed me with a greater urgency and I realized that we’d very soon drop out of our clothes.
“Wait, Besty, wait! I don’t have a condom” I blurted, trying to calm her down.
“Do I look like a give a fuck, little man” she growled seductively in my ear, before nibbling it.
No, she did not. She had me remove my clothes extremely fast because it was clear that if I didn’t, she’d just tear them down from me – and I needed those when I’d get back home. In any case, in a few minutes, I was naked while she was still very much clothed, battling my hands away when I tried to have her lose some too. She loved the feeling of power it gave her, to be the one clothed while a formerly towering man was stark naked – she even had me remove my socks – and willing to let her decide what we’d do next. And as expected, I didn't have much time to wait to discover it.
She put her left hand on my head and pushed. The message was clear. As much as she loved my hands cupping her enormous breasts, marveling at their weight, she wanted me down there, and I suspected it wasn’t just to caress her navel… I did that of course, not trying to resist her pressure of course. When my knees collided with the ground, I had to tilt my head a little to put it level with her nether region. She was still clothed so I couldn’t start licking it, but it didn’t seem to bother Betsy. She pushed my head into her, and I could smell how aroused she was.
She was already a little wet, it had seeped through her pants and panties, which made me a little nervous suddenly. How much did she want to fuck if just a little preliminary like that could drive her to such height already? Apparently, she wanted it quite a lot, as her breathing quickened and she even started to moan and she grounded my face into her. She was even shivering a little, which was both a good and a bad thing – if she was so aroused, it wouldn’t take much to drive her over the edge, so I didn’t need to be afraid of my abilities to please her. But it also means I could be the one left unsatisfied in the end.
She didn’t give me much more time to consider it. She clutched my hair and removed my head from her, making me wince. And with her other hand, she displayed an uncanny strength when she simply destroyed her pants and panties in the same movement, revealing her bushy pussy. She hadn’t shaved and I was met by a forest of auburn hair, which didn’t bother me at all. I took a deep breath just as she pushed me into her once more, positioning my face exactly where she wanted it. And I started licking and sucking her, searching for her clitoris, which was surprisingly larger, far larger comparatively than I remembered it to be.
“Oh God yes! That’s what I’ve been wanting for months! A man to pleasure me, but all those idiots in the city were too weak to handle me, the losers! Oh, Derek! Derek! DEREK!”
Her voice became higher pitched as she reached her orgasm, until it turned into an incredibly long, drawn out, whine. I loved it, it was really good for my confidence to be able to make her react like that. Maybe it’s just dumb male pride, but being able to satisfy your girl – even if she’s basically a one night stand – is always great to bolster one’s morale, and considering how massive Betsy now was, it was hard to not feel especially great about all of it. She was taller than me and yet I could make her moan like that, with nothing but my tongue! Of course, I’d need to prove that other parts of me were up to the task.
“Put your fingers in me” she growled when she was finally able to speak again, and I was happy to oblige.
Lucky for her, I had clipped my nails, and she gave me the time needed to go and wash my hands, as she sat on the bed, rather brutally from the sound of it. I dashed back to be met by her widespread legs and her pussy, which seemed quite eager to be penetrated. In the past, Betsy had always been hard to please with fingers or dick, even one as large as mine, but to be honest, I hadn’t been as experimented back then that I was now. I put my middle finger inside of her and searched for the G-spot. I quickly found it, and I marveled at the space I had to maneuver inside of her.
It didn’t mean I hadn’t to work on it to be able to pleasure her. I had to go slow at first, simply caressing the G-spot, I couldn’t risk rushing it, I didn’t want her to be hurt and mad at me – especially mad at me, to be honest. Thankfully, just as her clitoris had clearly been enlarged, I spot seemed far larger than it should have been, which afforded me a lot of possibilities to caress it and then pick up the pace as she started to sigh and moan. I grinned when I felt her tensing all around, a clear indication that I was doing a great job.
When I deemed her ready, I put my index finger inside of her too. The effect was immediate, she yelped and then relaxed, her whole body appreciating what I was doing. I was taking it slow, of course, because I wanted to be sure she’d well stimulated before I started to grind the G-spot faster and faster. Of course, it worked, and she started to whine more and more, until she finally came. She didn’t produce a lot of fluids, but it was enough for me to know I had succeeded, and when she gently pushed my head away, I removed my fingers from inside of her.
“Jesus, Derek, you’re awesome” she sighed, looking at me – or trying to, her breasts being far too massive for her to see me as I remained between her legs. “Where did you learn to do something like that?”
I’d love to say that I got a snarky answer to it, but even if I had, she didn’t give me the time to spout it. She just pushed my head directly into her cunt again. It was now very wet and it became hard to breath, and I started to wonder if she wanted me to fuck her or just use me to release some sexual frustration. I was still hard, but it became more difficult to consider what I’d do next, when taking just another gulp of air was a struggle. Finally, she stopped pressing on my head when she was convinced I wouldn’t try to wiggle out of it and I could work on her more effectively, and without risking losing consciousness.
I kept pleasuring her for a very long time. I think we spent at least a whole hour like that, alternating between me kissing her and me licking her. She didn’t seem to want a full-blown penetration but finally as I was really starting to feel blue-balled, she lifted me, positioned me almost as if I weighted nothing – which was mind blowing, in spite of her size, she shouldn’t have been able to do that to me! – and I was finally allowed to fuck her, raw of course. She moaned and whined when my member entered her – even if it was obviously less tight than the last time we had fucked, consider her new size.
It turned out to be a very physical endeavor. She kept shifting and moving, moaning and sighing as I pleasured her – and since I was living a dream come true, that is fucking a woman taller than me, something I had never been able to do, it was extremely taxing to focus and not blow my load immediately into her. Thankfully, I was able to hold it long enough for Betsy to build another orgasm, and it allowed myself my sweet release only when she herself screamed, louder than she had ever done so far, covering her insides with my seed – I really hoped I wouldn’t get her pregnant, I didn’t feel ready for a family just yet!
Finally, it was over and we found ourselves panting. She gently pushed me away and walked toward her shower to clean herself, without saying a word. I was clear that our time together today was over and that once she’d get cleaned, it’d be my turn and then I’d leave. Frankly, I was okay with that – I had never expected Betsy and me to become an item after all. I just felt tired, she had been working me hard. Thankfully, I’d be able to bounce back and be ready – after my story with Tori had ended, I had learned to not get too attached to women, at least for the time being, even if I still had some hope to be able to build something, someday.
And that was basically it for me and Betsy. Not much else to say, but, well, I didn’t expect anything else… and I had a lot of other girls wanting to talk to me through the dating app!