Chapter 3
I had waited a few days to pick up the app again. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I felt it was needed to get some strength back! I didn’t want to get hurt or break something if I met another girl too soon. Plus I knew that whenever I’d return to it, I’d find someone to speak to. Somehow, I seemed to be popular with the girls – quite possibly because there weren't a lot of people talking with them or daring to try and date them. It was only when I felt able to take even a woman taller than Andrea in stride that I returned to it, and I was immediately greeted by several matches, among which I picked Christina.
She was a blonde woman, sporting a stunning five meters tall, if her profile was right. She was also quite the bombshell. She was curvy, but not morbidly obese, which made me think that she had been thin, if not skinny before the Pandemic. But as she was right now, she sported an enormous rack, and large hips. Compared to Andrea, she seemed slimmer sure, but she was still very much a beautiful woman in my eyes, and I wondered how awesome her tits would feel when I’d got my hands on them – not that I told her that just yet.
She was very funny, joking a lot, but I could also tell that she was kind of a prude. While one of her pictures showed a considerable amount of cleavage, it was only one, and the rest were far more conservatives. Not that I could blame her. I was certain that among the few guys – and possibly girls – lurking on the app, most of them were just as in heat as on any other dating site. Christina wanted something a little more devoted than one and done, as far as I could tell. She wasn’t searching for something long term, however, she just wanted more than sex for a few hours.
She was also shy, since she didn’t want to meet me in town, instead insisting to be told where I lived to come here by herself. I decided that it was worth the risk, so I told her. She found the fact that I really lived by myself in the countryside very interesting and she asked me a lot of questions about my life, until she finally decided that she’d come and meet me the next day. She asked me if I was okay with her bringing a few things to avoid getting sun-burned, since she doubted she could enter my house and I obviously said it was okay.
So, here I was, bathing in the sun, looking around to see from where the giantess would appear. It turned out it was in the south-west. At first I was confused because I didn’t know what I was seeing. It was clearly something massive and approaching fast, but it wasn’t clear what it was. I discovered a few minutes later that she wore a large hat and also had an enormous backpack, large enough that I would have easily fitted in it, with room to spare! And it was when she got close that I noticed how sexy she truly was, her loose clothes doing precious little to hide her curves.
It took her a few minutes to reach me and I won’t lie, I spent most of those with my mouth agape. It wasn’t that she had the craziest curves I had seen, Andrea was definitively bigger for instance – if smaller. But there was something in the way she walked which made Christina stand apart from the women I used to date – or have sex with. It was something visible in the way she looked at the world as if she held it to higher standards than he accepted to grant her, or the way she moved her shoulders to minimize the sway of her impressive rack.
“Hey Christina” I boomed, forcing my voice to make sure she heard me as she was still considerably far away from me. “You’re arrived! Do you want something to drink? I can prepare something for you!”
“Hey Derek!” she replied, waving at me, seemingly quite happy with my proposal. “I don’t want to be too much of a bother! Some water would be great – well some water for someone as tall as me!” she completed, laughing.
I got what she meant. She was so massive that what would have been a relatively small cup for her would be an enormous jug for me. Thankfully, I had already taken it into consideration and I had prepared something able to fit her. Still, filling it with water took time and when I finally lifted it, straining my arms as I did so, I felt the tremors of the giantess who was fast approaching. As I looked over my shoulders, I noticed that she had reached me, but was putting down her stuff, putting out a veil large enough to make some shade for her.
“Do you want some help dear?” she asked me as she noticed what I was doing. “I don’t want you getting hurt to get me water, you know?”
“No, I should be fine, don’t worry” I replied as I lifted the enormous jug, half as large as my torso, made of a plastic barrel I had cleaned and filled with fresh water. “Here, I hope it’ll be enough for a starter!”
“Thank you Derek! You’re adorable! Certainly the best man I’ve met ever since I grew so humongous! It’s good to see that in spite of my size, you still know how to treat a lady as you should dear!”
I didn’t answer verbally, instead I just nodded. I kind of liked her but I could tell that Christina was a little too classical for my tastes, if you get my meaning. Not that I didn’t want to spend some time with her, to try and better understand her and all that. And even if nothing happened, just talking with her would be awesome. I could tell I had spent an incredible afternoon with a beautiful giantess that way, after all. But I wasn’t the kind of guy who would be able to give her something like that long term. Not at all, I had to be honest with myself, and for her.
I looked at her as she gulped down the barrel of water. It was impressive how easily she held it with just one hand. I’m not the strongest or burliest man on Earth, but I’m pretty confident in myself and I keep in good shape and even I had struggled to bring it around once it had been filled. And here was Christina to whom it certainly didn’t look any different from a plastic cup with some water in it. When she finished, she sighed and then blushed, as if she was a little ashamed to have demonstrated such a natural behavior, which I found a little surprising, but I decided I wouldn’t nitpick it, because she looked stunning blushing.
“Oh, sorry! I know I shouldn’t do that, but it’s so great to have some fresh water after a long walk!” she explained, sitting firmly under the shade, and removing her hat, allowing her long blonde hair to flow freely as she shook her head a little. “So, you told me you’ve lived here all your life? Do you happen to know any interesting stories about this place?” she asked me, surprising me a little.
“Well, yeah, a little. Do you want to hear the legend about the Natives who lived here before colonists took the land? It’s often very interesting and poignant, and very sad also, so…”
“It’ll be perfect” she cut me off, smiling.
So I started talking, sitting next to her. It was surprisingly tranquil, and Christina was an excellent audience, reacting accordingly to what was said in just the right way, without interrupting me, letting the whole story get out, for the best part of twenty minutes. And when it was over, the ice had thawed and we both felt a lot more comfortable with each other. We laughed and talked for several more minutes, until she stopped and looked at me almost a little shamefully, and I wondered what she had just thought about – and hadn’t to wait long to find out.
“Hum, I’m sorry to ask it out of you but… would it bother you to sit in my lap?” she asked me, turning an even brighter shade of red. “It’s not to do anything naughty! But I… I think it’d be more comfortable for me since you wouldn’t be as far away as you are now” she explained hastily, which almost made me laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine with it!” I instead replied, and got up from the ground to climb her – she gasped but said nothing and froze, which was surprising, I had never expected to see a giantess act like that around me. “Do you prefer if I sit near your knees or your thighs? I think the latter would be more comfortable for me but…”
“Thighs are fine!” she said quickly, sounding a little bothered but also with a hint of eagerness in her voice which caught my attention. “They’ll be more comfortable anyway, I think and I won't let you feel left out!”
So I went and sit on her and we kept talking. It was largely small talk and some fun adventures we had had over the years. But suddenly, I noticed that one of her hands was creeping closer and closer toward me. Christina didn’t say anything and, quite frankly, I was feeling so well on her like that, in a sort of innocent way that I didn’t want to break the mood. She was perhaps just moving it because she was searching for a better position for her arm. But as we talked, now I couldn’t help but notice the glances of those large blue eyes, and the way she sometimes blushed when she looked at me and I wondered where we were going.
I almost wanted to test my hypothesis by also moving my hands somewhere less safe than my own knees or even the top of her thighs. Her enormous breasts swayed there, just within my reach. They were truly stupendous, far larger than any I had seen on a normal woman – and yes, I know that living far away from the large cities mean that I didn’t see as many people as you could see there, but still, Christina’s were really enormous, even if they paled compared to Andrea’s. But I decided that I wouldn’t do that, because I wanted to truly see what kind of woman she was.
And my suspicions came true when her hand came to rest just next to me. She tried to play it cool but I could tell she was getting more than a little interested in me, and not just because of my personality. Her little fingers, which were probably longer than my hand from the tip of my middle finger to my wrist, started caressing the side of my legs, and I suspected that if I didn’t push her away, she’d soon put her fingers in less innocuous regions of my body. It was then that I decided that I could also caress her where I wanted and I lifted my left hand, to put it on the large orb nearest to hit, eliciting a shiver in the whole body of the beautiful giantess.
If I had expected it to be like the breaking of a dam, I would be disappointed. Christina proved to be more than a sexually frustrated woman. She clearly enjoyed what I was doing, and she replied in kind by caressing me some more, and closer to my crotch and torso, while I used my two hands to try and fondle her tits. I say try because they turned out to be far heavier than I had expected, and denser than any I had ever played with. They were closer to iron balls than flesh, but they were also hot and very soft underneath the little dress she was wearing, and her bra, which groaned under their weight, I finally noticed.
It was after almost two minutes of fondling that I felt her fingers trying to snake under my shirt – and as you can expect, I did nothing to prevent it. I felt confident that Christina wouldn’t hurt me. In spite of her size, she was clearly wanting to have someone else take the lead, unable to listen to her own urges entirely, but once she had started, she seemed very eager, which I like a lot in a woman, if you want to know. Anyway, as I felt her fingers on my skin, I managed to put my hands inside her dress and below her bra, and was rewarded awesomely.
“I’m sorry Derek… I didn’t want to… but I’ve been so lonely since I turned into… this” she pleaded, as if I was unwilling to go further, as if my hands caressing her prodigious rack weren’t proof enough that I was a willing participant!
“Don’t worry… We’re only humans, it’s okay to let go of pretenses, from time to time, as long as we both enjoy it” I replied, enjoying the way she shivered under my ministrations, even if the prize of it all, the nipples, were far out of my reach. “We just need to consider it as a good time for both of us at the same time.”
It was pure bullshit, the likes of which never works… except if the other person is really horny and in need of satisfying her urges. Christina was such a woman right now. I could have told her anything and she’d have agreed, as long as it meant she got to fuck me or at least sexually get some release. I didn’t tell her anything. I didn’t want to use or abuse her. I wanted to have some sort of sexual release myself, and we were both agreeing to it. Any of us could have said no, and I can tell you I’d be the one unable to prevent her from doing anything – yet I felt I was the one in charge and that she wanted me to set the rhythm.
It was something I had never expected with a giantess, but it was also great, in a way. She gave me so much power it was exhilarating. I almost wanted to go wild with it, I felt drunk. But I didn’t, because I think that, deep down, I’m a good man. I got up, extending my hands further on her breasts, making him whine a little as I did so. But they were also too heavy and I couldn’t make them bulge more than a little, not enough at all for me. I wanted to massage them, as I knew it was the kind of foreplay she’d love. So I decided to take the rein she had given me and use them!
“Can you lay down, a little?” I asked her. “I want to make you feel good and it’d be easier that way” I explained, as I removed my arms from her orbs.
“Oh, yes, of course” she replied, her voice heavy with lust now, but also quite submissive.
She let herself fall on her back, while extending her legs. It was a surprising moment for me, it wasn’t unlike being on a boat, in a way, coursing through powerful current, but it didn’t last long and I was soon greeted by the sight of the two large mounds of Christina, which seemed to gain in width what they lost in length when she was on her back like that. But they were still quite impressive and as I sat, I realized with some stupor that each of them would have been large enough to make a great sofa for me. It was truly impressive.
Even better was the way she was gentle and waited for my actions. I decided that removing her top was the first thing to do, thankfully I suspect she had such a goal in mind for this day, since she wore a buttoned shirt, which meant that I could open them easily, while enjoying the slow reveal of her enormous cleavage underneath. And each time I removed one button, she sighed and shifted, moaning a little. It was absolutely incredible to be able to induce such a reaction into a woman who was almost thrice my size, really!
She didn’t say a word as I did that but she needn’t to. I could hear her breathing, I couldn’t help but notice how much her torso moved in rhythm with it, her breasts wobbling, barely contained by a bra which seemed heavier than most of the furniture in my home, I realized. It wasn’t surprising, considering how dense her tits seemed to be. I could have walked on them without denting the skin at all I suspect, but I didn’t try it just yet. Just releasing the nipples would be enough to make me happy for the moment.
It turned out to be harder than I expected however. For starters, since I couldn’t really make the breasts move out, it meant I had to focus on the bra itself? But that thing was too damned heavy, and I started to feel tired just trying to make it bulge, even if Christina seemed to like my efforts. Still, it was frustrating as hell because I noticed the faint outline of her nipples appearing, as her arousal grew. I wanted to suck on them so bad, to nibble them… I realized with some sadness that I’d require some help here, hopefully it wouldn’t break the mood…
“Sorry to ask you to do that Christina but could you help me remove your bra?” I finally asked, as my cheeks burned bright red – which is dumb since dealing with a giantess is quite different from anything one can ever hope to experience anyway.
“Yeah, sure” she huffed, her voice dripping with lust now, and she moved away her bra with so much speed that I almost fell on the ground when she lifted her torso to remove it entirely. “Oh, it feels so good to get rid of it!”
I don’t doubt it did felt good for her, when I noticed the places the bra had imprinted its mark on the flesh. It was a little frightening, because I hadn’t been able to do so, and I realized that the bra she wore so casually could probably be used to restrain a normal person. Of course, it also seemed she wore one a size too small, which didn’t really surprise me. Most girls who didn’t assume their weight seemed to do it. It’s kind of stupid if you ask me, but who am I to judge? Plus, I had better things to do, like nibbling at a nipple.
Said nipple was just as hard as the rest of her mighty boulders, but this time, it wasn’t a problem, quite the contrary. As I put it in my mouth, with some difficulty, I felt Christina’s whole body tensing for a moment then relaxing, and I started licking and nibbling at it. I had positioned myself so I could play with her other nipple with my hands while working on the one in my mouth, because I didn’t want either to feel unloved. The resilience of this bud of flesh meant that I could really bite it without any risk of hurting the giantess I was on, which was great for an obviously quite varied lot of reasons, as you can guess!
It tasted salty – not by a lot, but just enough to be noticeable, and I must confess I liked it. It made her taste unique in a way, because it wasn’t the salt you could taste in your food or the sea, it had a unique quality which I liked a lot. My tongue explored that rock hard flesh with a lot of delight, while my fingers played with the other, which refused to move even a little under their ministrations, but it was clearly enough for Christina, who was now moaning and shivering underneath me. I felt myself getting extremely aroused, but I chose to focus on her and not me – often a recipe for disaster if done too much, but when having sex? It works.
In the current situation, it was definitely the right thing to do. Not that it wasn’t frustrating, of course, but I could tell that this particular giantess would have been grossed out if I started pleasuring myself on her. Christina was very much a prude, even when having sexual foreplay. It was best to remain cautious and just enjoy her large orbs, I was absolutely certain that other giantesses were waiting for an opportunity to be a lot crasser and more honest when it came to sex. I could as well enjoy this day without tainting it, thanks to it.
“Oh Derek” she moaned, as her fingers suddenly descended on me. “I’ve been so pent up since I started growing! Nobody wanted to be with me! I… I’m so happy to be here today!” she raved, her fingers caressing my back tenderly.
Then she tore my shirt off, effortlessly. It was absolutely incredible. One moment she was all tender, the next I knew the game was on, and she was rutting. And she didn’t stop with my shirt, she ripped all of my clothes in mere seconds, leaving me butt naked, but still with my shoes on. It was the strangest experience I had had with a giantess so far, but it was far from the last. She groaned and shifted underneath me and gently removed me from her nipples, which I didn’t like very much, to be honest.
“Let me titfuck you, please” she moaned as she looked at me, her eyes all glazy. “Let me suck on your dick, Derek. Please… I love it when a man’s above me, dominating me.”
What would you have done in my situation? Of course I did as she wanted, I just stopped to remove the shoes and be entirely naked, until I shoved my penis between her monstrous orbs. They were truly ginormous now, I could never expect to actually peak from the other side, but it wasn’t the point. The point was that a giantess was looking at me all enamored and submissive, and was biting her lips, reacting to me being here and gently following with the rhythm I picked, and it was enough to send me into overdrive.
I can’t tell you how long I pumped myself between her breasts. Long enough to have sweat everywhere. It was a hot day and Christina’s body was also quite warm, and getting warmer as she got more aroused and into it. But I didn’t blow my load here and there. Not that it wasn’t comfortable but I like long foreplay and I’m able to contain it, which was always great, but even more so when making love to a five meters tall woman. She was to be satisfied and even if I doubted she’d want to see me again after today, she’d remember it fondly, I swear.
Soon, I decided that I wanted her mouth around more than her tits. She whined a little when I got up and scaled her, but she quickly calmed down when she realized what I was doing. Usually, I’m not too fond of blowjobs. Not that they don’t feel good, but I don’t find them comfortable. Either I have to be standing with the girl on her knees, or I have to be careful not to sit on her throat if she’s on her back. But with this giantess, I had no such worries and she eagerly engulfed my shaft in her cavernous mouth when it presented itself near it.
“Holy shit!” was all I could gasp when her tongue swirled around my dick; now it was absolutely impossible to not blow my load, but she didn’t seem to mind, almost purring when she gulped it down, without letting me go, pumping me dry as she kept sucking.
We kept at it for far longer than I had expected. Most of our afternoon was spent having sex, one way or another, stopping only when I was really too tired, even if dominating Christina was a strange experience in itself. She got up and get her clothes back. She seemed vaguely ashamed of what she had done to mind and she almost dashed away, leaving me panting and also a little amused. It was time to return to the app, and search for the really tall ones, I decided.