Martin stared up at his ceiling in the dead of night, wide awake, watching his overhead fan swing violently on its downrod. His bedframe creaked and groaned, as did his desk, his dresser, the door, the walls, and the rest of the farmhouse as tremors rattled its foundations. His books and nick-nacks lay scattered across the floor, Martin long since given up on placing them back on their shelves.
While the steady quaking on its own was headache inducing, the moaning and grunting was the real sleep killer. His roommates sounded like elephants performing live at a rock concert. The earplugs he wore quieted their uproar to the decibel level of a jet engine. After hours lying there trying and failing to adjust to the constant disruption, Martin gave up, got out of bed, and leaned out his window.
“One night! Can I get one fucking night of peace and quiet?” Martin shouted his lungs out at his roommates making love in the backyard. Roommates may no longer be the technical term, but despite the fact Lauren and Brent didn't fit in the house they all shared, the three remained inseparable.
“Don't be such a grump, Marty,” Lauren said while her fiancé rode her. The couple each stood around two hundred feet tall, and since growing, had converted the open field behind the farmhouse into their own outdoor living space. The tectonic pressure exerted on the earth from their regular midnight congress tilled the soil beneath them, softening the crushed dirt into fertile land. Brent stopped thrusting and leaned forward, kissing his fiancé's neck while she looked towards the house's second floor window. “I've waited months to fit Brent inside me again. Be a good friend and let us have this.”
“I am a good friend! I was so happy for you when you finally grew, and I lied awake each sleepless night content that at least you two were happy again. Hell, I didn't even raise a fuss over the gaping hole in our kitchen. But that was two weeks ago, two straight weeks of fucking each other's oversized brains out, and I need to sleep!”
Sexually Transmitted Growth Disease ran rampant across the globe, transforming promiscuous folk into towering giants. While ninety-eight percent of humans were naturally immune, those susceptible found themselves growing hundreds of feet tall upon ingesting a giant man or woman's ejaculate. Vaccines existed to protect both the vulnerable and the undetermined, since consuming a giant’s cum served as the only method of discovering one’s susceptibility, but choosing to take the vaccine and keep up with the boosters was left up to the individual.
“He's just jealous,” Brent said, moving his lips down from Lauren's neck to her breast. “If he was more assertive around Kelly, that tiny room of his wouldn't be so lonely.” Martin blushed and bit his tongue.
Along with the increase in mass, STGD came with several side effects. Giants were extraordinarily tough and exponentially stronger than any other lifeform. They were resilient against extreme temperatures and weather effects, allowing them to live comfortably outdoors wearing scant clothing. And while their newfound size was impressive, it paled in comparison to their emboldened libido. Giants became insatiably horny upon growing, regularly acting up against their and everyone else's better judgment.
“Joining the fun oughta lighten his mood.” Brent stopped kissing and smirked at his fiancé, the woman returning his lascivious gaze.
“I like where both your heads are at.” Lauren reached towards the window, plucking Martin from his perch. The tiny mam squirmed as he was lifted across the air, his pathetic writhing ineffective against the giantess’ grip. She held him just above her face, pointing him at her partner.
“Hey! No! Don't touch me! I can't do this! I gotta go to work tomorrow!” Martin's protests did nothing to dissuade his friends, Brent tearing his pajamas off while Lauren held him in place.
“Can't come up with a lamer excuse? We all work the same shift.” Brent tossed Martin's clothes aside, revealing the tiny man's once impressive cock, and lowered his gigantic lips onto his crotch.
“I don't have your stamina! I need to sleep, you big oa- oh! Oh!” The giant tugged at Martin’s manhood with his mouth, sucking with the force of a hurricane. Martin arched his back and pushed at the upper lip, unable to escape the giant’s ravenous clutches. Brent alternated between sucking and licking, coating Martin in saliva as he dragged his tongue across the meager body. The tiny man coughed up spit between his panting, his member made erect by the indomitable power of Brent’s tongue.
As Martin’s feeble defenses weakened, he felt a pair of luxuriously soft pillows press against his back. Lauren leaned in to kiss her lover, catching Martin in the crossfire. The couple sandwiched their puny friend between their puckered lips, enveloping him in their loving vermilion, and then Lauren opened up and sent Martin cascading onto her tongue.
The dank, humid atmosphere inside Lauren’s mouth replaced the cool night air, Martin lost in the maw of a woman who used an industrial sized brush to clean her teeth. The sliver of moonlight peeking through her open lips vanished as Brent locked his onto hers. The beast of a tongue crawled over its partner's, entombing Martin between the sopping wet muscles. The couple tugged on the tiny and passed him between their mouths. Buried in spit and groped by legions of taste buds, Martin never knew whose mouth he was in at any given moment. He couldn't tell up from down or left from right, his senses bombarded by the pink, tensile walls and the rich stink of his friends’ breath.
Before the tiny man could drown, Brent pulled back and spat him onto his lover's chest. Martin landed on the supple surface of Lauren’s breast, making a bedfellow out of her nipple. He got three breaths of fresh air in before a palm the size of a billboard collided into him. Brent squeezed his fiancé's tit for leverage as he rammed his cock into her, massaging her breast with each thrust and kneading the slick with spit Martin into her fatty flesh.
Martin burned bright red, warmed by the massive bodies enveloping him, and his heart beat fast enough to break free from his chest. His dick throbbed in response to the giant's inescapable immensity, and exhaustion ate away at his mind as he succumbed to his urges.
Brent laughed at the sticky droplets eking onto a small section of his palm and released his grip on Lauren's breast. The tiny man, limp and battered, rolled off her voluptuous hill into the valley below, falling unconscious the moment he hit the base of her cleavage.
The two giants continued fucking for the rest of the night, pinning the drained, slumbering Martin between their mighty chests as they went at it.
******
“Wake up, kid! I don't pay you to sleep at the counter.” A heavyset woman in an apron pounded her fist onto the countertop, stirring Martin awake.
“Sorry, Marianne.” Martin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, deep purple rings framing his bloodshot sclera. As soon as his boss left him be, he collapsed into his waiting hand, leaning hunched over the counter on his elbow. Today had been a slow day at the farmer's market, and the boredom of covering the register did nothing to keep Martin's wandering mind preoccupied.
“Hey there, Marty. Another rough night?” Kelly walked up to the candy rack and restocked Snickers bars, nodding to her tired coworker as she approached. Her smile perked Martin up stronger than a cup of espresso.
“I wish giants realized how much noise they make. At this rate, I'll have to gouge my ears out to get a wink.” Martin tried not to stare as Kelly organized the shelves. The candy didn't need faced for as often as Kelly stopped by, but she only had so many excuses to stand near the counter during her shift.
“Have you considered moving out? I know they're your best friends and all, but living like this, all these restless nights, ain't healthy.” Kelly put the candy down and trained her attention onto Martin. His arm wavered under the weight of his head, ready to collapse once more.
“I don't have much choice. They're still covering their share of the rent even though they aren't living in the house anymore. I can't afford to set out on my own, and I don't have anyone else to turn to.”
“Is that so?” Kelly tucked her red hair behind her ear, it's hue matching the splendor of the early autumn leaves outside. She looked like she wanted to say more, but booming footsteps interrupted their conversation.
“Wasn't Marianne just here?” Brent asked, peering through the building's open glass roof. “Where does she want these pumpkins?” He carried massive wood crates in either hand, each containing several hundred pounds of pumpkins.
“Most are getting displayed out front, but she wants some where we kept the watermelons,” Kelly explained, shouting up to the giant. While the register and some of the selection were inside a mid-size greenhouse, most of the farmer's market continued outside, aisles of produce sheltered beneath awnings the giant employees could lift and place back with ease. Way out back, large produce towers formed a miniature city block in an otherwise empty lot, the area designated to serve the gigantified locals.
“Gotcha. Thanks, Kelly.” Everytime Brent passed by, Kelly stared up in awe at his near naked body. He draped a cloth curtain around his waist, covering his unmentionables, though anybody standing below him could see his third leg hanging free. At work, Lauren wore similarly minimalist apparel, covering her ample bosom with a thin sheet that left little to the imagination. Properly clothing a giant was harder than feeding a kid their vegetables.
Martin sighed as the giant jaunted away, Kelly's head turning to maintain her gaze. How do you expect me to act more assertive around her with your fat, lumbering hog always hovering over my head?
“Have you ever considered becoming a giant yourself?” Kelly asked. Martin raised an eyebrow.
“Can't. I'm immune.”
“You're sure? So, that means you've done it with a giantess?” Kelly's eyes went wide, a faint blush warmed her cheeks.
“Huh? No, I mean …” Martin glanced away, dodging the redhead’s gaze. While Lauren waited for her booster to wear off in the time before she grew, Martin helped her worship her lover's towering cock, a fact he did not wish to share with his crush. “Something like that. But it doesn't matter. I don't want to be big anyway. I like fitting inside buildings and sleeping indoors. And wearing clothes.”
Kelly chuckled. “You must have at one point if you never got vaccinated, but that's good to hear.”
Before Martin could ask her to elaborate, Lauren came bounding over, her areola peeking out from her poor excuse for a top. “What are you two cuties chatting about? Finally asking her out, Marty?”
Both of them felt their cheeks burn, Martin blocking the redhead from sight. Kelly remained glued to Lauren's looming physique, staring up at her the same way she did Brent. The giant woman knelt down beside the building so that her tiny friends wouldn’t have to shout.
“Leave us alone, Lauren. We’re trying to work here.” Martin punched random keys on the cash register to give off the illusion of productivity. It fooled no one, least of all himself.
“Right, and so am I. Working to get you lovebirds roosting together that is.” She placed her hands on either corner of the roof and licked her lips, peering into the greenhouse and the appetizing morsels enclosed within. “I’m about ready to mash you two together like Barbie and Ken. Maybe stuff you inside me while you’re going at it.”
“Lauren! Down! Heel!” Martin grabbed a spray bottle from behind the counter and pointed it at the hot and bothered giantess. Kelly covered her mouth, swallowing a laugh. He’d need a fire hose to have the effect he was hoping for.
“I was like you once. Shy. Anxious. ‘What if he doesn’t feel that way about me?’ ‘What if I’m coming on too strong?’ ‘What if he thinks I’m a freak for liking that?’ But growing opened my eyes. All your pussy-footing accomplishes is denying you bliss. You both like each other, so what’s stopping you from throwing yourselves into the other and plowing each other like there’s no tomorrow?” The tiny pair were left speechless. No response could circumvent that blunt spiel. “Kelly, why don’t you come over tonight? We’ll make it a double date. Me and my honey-buns can show you what you’re both missing. And if you’re so inclined, we’d be more than willing to get you involved in the show.”
“Enough of this!” Martin shot up and slammed his fists on the counter. “Don’t force your depraved views on-”
“I’m down,” Kelly said, a secret determination flickering behind her eyes and bolstering her words. “I want to join your show. In fact, give me a leading role, if you’re so inclined to share your ‘honey-buns.’”
Martin fell onto his stool, dejected. Of course, she just wants to boink the big guy. Why did Martin ever think he stood a chance? She probably only talked to him to get closer to Brent.
“Please. There’s plenty of him to go around.” Lauren casted the glass enclosure in shadow as she stood up. Her wry grin turned sinister. “But do try and keep up. Not with me, we both know that’s never going to happen, but I’d hate for poor, little Marty to have to carry your weight.”
Lauren strolled off to join her lover in setting up the pumpkin display, knocking produce off their shelves with every step. Martin turned to Kelly, the redhead unfazed by the larger woman’s taunting.
“You sure about this?” Martin asked. “You don’t have to-”
“Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.” Her coworker recoiled, her tone cracking like a whip. Seeing that, Kelly’s expression softened, and she turned her head. She suddenly found it difficult to look at him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you involved. I guess you won’t get any sleep tonight either.”
Martin sighed. He wondered if she’d prefer he not be involved. “It’s fine. I’m getting used to it.”
“Quit yer yappin’ and get back to work!” At their boss’ behest, Kelly ran off to restock another shelf and Martin used the spray bottle to wipe off the countertop. Idle thoughts penetrated Martin’s head, daydreams of Kelly dancing naked on Brent’s groin, overflowing with mirth at bagging a giant man, himself nowhere to be seen.
******
Martin glared at his reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair. One lock curled the opposite direction of the rest, and no amount of fussing over it set it straight. In a fit of rage, he yanked open a drawer, grabbed a pair of scissors, and aimed them at his scalp, but froze at the sound of the doorbell ringing through his empty home.
He rushed out into the hallway, glided down the stairs, and opened the front door in a huff. “Kelly? Great to see you.” Great to see you? You saw her this morning, you idiot!
“‘Sup.” Kelly scanned her greeter, noting his combed hair, ironed shirt, and creased slacks. In contrast, she wore a simple tank top and jeans. “Was I supposed to dress up? I figured we were just … you know.”
“You figured right. I had to convince them to let us eat dinner first. No easy task, I tell ya what.” Martin scratched the back of his head, sending more hairs out of place. “You don't mind, do you?”
“No, dinner sounds lovely.” Martin held out his arm to which Kelly, wide eyed and smirking, grabbed hold, hooking hers through his as he guided her through the house to the backyard. She gave him another once over as they walked, impressed with how he cleaned up.
Out in the backyard, the giant's sat buck naked around a wide wooden platform, piling heaps of meat and potatoes out of a cast iron basin sitting over a fire pit and onto platters larger than the wheels of a monster truck. Kelly checked out the backyard. The giants owned a few pieces of furniture in the open farmland, namely the firepit, a wooden chest taller than the house, a tablet the size of a movie theater screen, the dining table, and in the distance an awning that eclipsed the sky, providing cover for when it rains.
Kelly leaned in and whispered into Martin’s ear. “Where do they go to the bathroom?”
“There’s a public restroom down the road. They have showers and toilets scaled for any giants in the area.” Martin pulled a chair out for his date, sitting opposite the giants at the wooden platform, and sat down beside her.
“Look, Honey, dessert has arrived.” Lauren bit her lower lip, eyeing up the tiny couple like treats in a candy shop window.
“Perhaps we could forgo dinner and skip straight to the show.” Brent wrapped an arm around his lover’s shoulder, joining her in appreciating the delicacies freshly delivered to their doorstep.
“Guys, you promised me a semblance of a normal date. Let’s eat and chat first. Pretend we’re people for a moment before you make us into your pleasure toys.” Ignoring the exaggerated sigh from his friends, Martin reached for a banquet platter his size, removing the lid and placing his and Kelly’s plates before them. The aromas of a juicy steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and sauteed green beans floated up Kelly’s nose.
“Marty, did you make this?”
“Yeah.” He couldn’t hide his smirk. “It felt good cooking for a person with a palate again. All these giants care about is volume. Quantity is more important to them than quality.”
Kelly dug in, her face lighting up the moment beef touched tongue. Between mouthwatering bites, she pointed her fork at the male giant. “I’ve been wondering this for a while: we all know Lauren grew from fucking Brent, but how did you contract the disease? You were already dating Lauren at the time, weren’t you?”
“I was swimming at a party, and a giant thought it’d be hot to jack off in the pool. In hindsight, I can’t say I blame him, but I had been putting off getting my booster, and the rest is history.” Brent shoveled meat and potatoes into his mouth, hundreds of pounds of food disappearing down his gullet in an instant. “Crazy thing is, I’m the only person from that party who grew.”
“It took some getting used to.” Lauren rubbed her fiance’s chest, devouring his visage with her bedroom eyes. “He became such a horn dog, and I had to learn how we could have sex without me breaking. Marty certainly helped with that.” Martin dodged the wink Lauren shot him, but the remark ran Kelly’s imagination wild. “My booster still had eight months to lose effect, and I didn’t know if I was immune or not. But that morning, when I burst out of the kitchen, that was the happiest day of my life. Second happiest. Your proposal was the happiest. The only sucky thing about growing is that we had to postpone the wedding.”
The party continued eating until their plates were clean, anticipation building with every bite, save for Martin. His trepidation grew as the fated hour inched ever closer. He trusted his best friends with his life, and Kelly’s too, but what if their enthusiasm proved too much for her? What if their debauchery disgusted her, tainting her view of the group forever? Or worse yet, what if she fell head over heels for that monstrous cock and decided Martin’s puny self could never hope to satisfy her like a giant could?
A strong breeze shoved Martin and Kelly to the ground as Brent lifted the wooden disc and set it aside. Before either could recover, Lauren snatched the pair up in either hand, flipping them over and holding them in her open palms. “Strip now or forever hold your peace. We’ll be gentle with you two, but I can’t promise your clothing will survive the night.”
The tiny couple complied, Kelly ripping off her tank top and sliding out of her jeans. Martin fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and struggled to remove his belt. By the time his crush flung her panties off the side of the palm, Martin was just getting a leg out of his slacks.
“Too slow, Marty. You know what that means.” Brent grabbed the smaller man and tore his pants and undershirt off, generously allowing Martin to pull his boxers down lest the giant apply too much torque to his sensitive bits.
“Ha! Marty has foot duty!” Lauren brought Kelly closer to her face, the giantess’ eye peering down at her like a massive spotlight. “That means you get first dibs worshiping my darling’s pride and joy. Lucky thing. You ever fuck a cock that big before?” Kelly shook her head, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach taking hold. “Devote yourself to it. Put your entire existence into springing it to life. Anything less won’t impress us.”
Brent sat back, leaning on his arms and stretching his legs out. Lauren deposited the smaller woman on her lover's groin, entangling her in a wiry thicket of pubes, and then scooted back to his feet, Martin still in hand. She grabbed hold of one foot, resting it in her lap and wedged Martin in the space beside Brent’s big toe in the other foot. As Martin stood up on the webbing, Brent scrunched his toes, squeezing the tiny man and feeling his pulse race against his calloused skin.
“I don't need to give you any advice,” Lauren said to her roommate. “You're a natural at this. By this point, I think you're better at rubbing feet than I am.”
“Not by choice, fucking perverts.”
“Really? That thumbtack your sporting says otherwise.” Lauren laughed as Martin hid his growing erection behind Brent’s big toe. The musk from the well-trodden foot wafted from the giant's skin into Martin's nose, calming the tiny man's nerves and powering his lust. Online rumors claimed that giants gave off pheromones in their sweat and other bodily substances that attracted regular folk to their gargantuan bodies, but these rumors were baseless and often propagated by fetishists. Still, Martin thought they had a point judging from his own experiences.
Martin got down and pressed his lips to the side of the big toe, gently kissing it. He started delicately, juxtaposing his efforts to Lauren massaging the other foot with her Herculean fingers. After a couple kisses, he brought his tongue out and covered a paltry portion of flesh with his saliva, the earthy taste lighting his taste buds on fire. He kept a cool head, ignoring his desire to throw himself against the massive man's toe. There was an order to things, a procedure he finely honed to maximize pleasure. Martin pressed his hands into the stalwart obelisk and rubbed with all his might, delighting in the subtle curling of Brent’s digits, the sign his approach paid off.
Kelly wormed each limb out from the pubic snare, standing freely on the giant's crotch. She looked up at the rising pillar before her, Brent's manhood stiffening from Martin's and his fiancé's efforts. Kelly observed and contemplated. How in the hell am I supposed to work with this behemoth?
Kelly stepped up to the base of the shaft and pressed her hands against the taut pillar, feeling it throb beneath the flesh. She wrapped her arms and legs around it and tried humping. Nothing. This is like fucking a tree trunk! She banged her fists against the skin as if throwing a tantrum. Still nothing. Should I kick it? No, that's dumb. She peeked around the edge of the shaft and watched Martin go to town between the giant's toes. What would I want done to me if I had a skyscraper of a shlong? She stifled a laugh at the mental image, and observed Marty further, her loins warming to wandering thoughts of him, and then inspiration struck.
With a fanciful twirl, Kelly backed herself against the tower of man meat and ran her ass down it like a girthy stripper pole. To her satisfaction, she felt the monster twinge at her sensual touch. “That's it, big guy. Cum to mama.” She ground her ass against the hefty python until Brent let out a low moan.
The giant reached towards his cock and pinned Kelly to it with his thumb, fondling her tits and crotch all with one digit. Kelly gasped for air as she was sandwiched between bone and boner, the giant stroking her against his shaft with more ferocity than she could muster on her own. His taut skin dragged against her back, unbearable pleasure boiling over into tantalizing pain. But she held firm. Kelly came this far, a few bruises weren't enough to dissuade her from her goal.
Martin hung over the edge of the sole, dangling by his feet off the giant's webbing to scratch the ball of the massive foot. As he kissed the toughened underside, Martin noticed a big, pink tongue rolling up from the heel. Lauren licked the tiny man off the sole, sucking on him briefly before spitting him into her palm.
“I think your girlfriend could use some assistance.” She pointed to the minuscule arms flailing on either side of Brent's member. “Go on, and show her how it's done. I can handle things here.” Lauren placed her little friend on her fiance’s ankle, and made a “move along” gesture. “I expect my man to be at full mast by the time I jump in.”
Martin jogged up Brent’s calf, avoiding tripping on his leg hairs. He clambered over the kneecap and rolled onto the thigh, the giant's musk intensifying the closer he got to his potent package. The body hair grew thicker closer to the crotch, Martin slowing his pace to prevent tangling himself up. Once he reached the pelvis, the tiny man circled around the shaft, dodging Brent’s stroking fingers, and leapt onto the top of the wrinkled boulder housing the giant's testes.
Fighting the passion threatening to overthrow his senses, Martin dragged his tongue up from the base of the shaft, groping the malleable flesh he knelt on. Immediately, Brent released Kelly from his grip, sending her sliding into a pillow of pubes. Martin went at it, massaging the giant's sweet spot and worshiping the growing tower with his mouth.
“Thanks for tagging in.” Kelly joined Martin on the nads, hunched over and out of breath. Her breasts were red from getting squeezed so hard.
“You gotta play with his balls first. Rookie mistake.”
“And how was I supposed to know that?” Kelly smacked Martin on the shoulder, breaking him free from the spell Brent’s dick had over him. “Better yet, how did you know that?”
“I, uh,” Martin's cheeks blared a bright red, his embarrassment hidden by how much the foot rub heated his blood. “I … Fuck it. I have more sexual experience with this guy than with regular sized women. I think I might be bi,” he pondered amidst making out with a penis more than four times his height.”
“Sounds like you're the go to guy for pleasuring giants.” Kelly smiled warmly. Martin froze, the pair staring into each other's eyes. A deep moan from overhead pulled them from their reverie. “Alright, how can I help?”
“Get on the other side, give Brent a big hug, and stroke as hard as you can. Careful you don't chafe your tits.”
Kelly heeded his advice and got back to work, tackling the top while Martin covered the sensitive underside and ballsack. With no small effort, the two tinies got Brent stiff as a board, his member pointing at the stars. Kelly wore herself out doing squats while hugging the throbbing tree trunk, and Martin’s twig was getting itchy, desperate for a release.
A warm gust of wind blew over the both of them, pulling them from their concentration. Lauren’s face hung over her man's erection, blocking out the sky behind her. She licked her lips and opened wide before barreling Brent’s sausage into her waiting maw. She got far enough down to kiss the tiny people at the base, and then rolled back up, coating her man's meat in a viscous layer of spit.
“Oh no you don't!” Kelly’s energy returned in full force, the little lady making a mad dash up the fleshy ramp. “I worked my ass off for that, you bitch!” Kelly got three quarters of the way up before colliding with Lauren’s upper lip. The giantess, amused by the gnat's gumption, opened wider, blanketing the little lady with her mouth as she descended down the dick once more.
Martin repelled off the side of the giant's nuts, watching his friend swallow up his crush. He had no idea what Kelly was planning, but he trusted Lauren not to hurt her. He hoped. There was no coming back if the smaller woman fell through the larger's throat.
Kelly rolled up and down the length of the shaft at the utter mercy of the giant woman blowing her fiancé. She used every bit of her remaining strength to reorient herself and point herself towards the tip. She had to be there. She had to make it in time for the climax, to get there before Lauren could steal all of her hard earned prize.
Lauren continued bobbing up and down, the twinging penis about ready to burst. Kelly rode her lips upwards, clutching tightly when the giantess rolled back down, and eventually made it to the head. The little woman looked ahead, and a black pit formed in her stomach. Lauren's throat, a dark, bottomless abyss, stood before her, moving back and forth, closer and farther, threatening to devour her whole. Kelly hugged Brent's tip tighter than a reunited lover and dunked her head forward, staring the giant's slit straight in the eye.
A white hot stream rushed out of the purple-capped mushroom, striking Kelly’s face with the force of a fire hose. The tiny woman rocketed onto the back of Lauren's tongue, laying splattered in a pool of cum.
Lauren milked her lover for all he was worth, semen oozing out of his cock and into her mouth to join the half-drowned woman. Kelly recovered miraculously quick and gobbled on as much jizz as would fit inside her petite frame. The girl was ravenous, not letting a single drop go to waste. But the giant produced too much cum for her to lap up herself. Lauren pulled out from her partner, sealing her lips shut, and tilted her head back.
Martin looked on in horror as the giant woman took a big gulp, the fate of his crush unbeknownst to him. A bulge large enough to fit a person traveled down her neck and disappeared past her collar bone. Time grinded to a halt. The next few seconds passed agonizingly slow. Then, Lauren lowered her head and dropped off a spit-cleaned Kelly onto Brent's groin.
“Damn, girl, you're crazy. Not even Marty is that freaky.”
Marty climbed up Brent’s sack and rushed over to Kelly, kneeling beside her and holding her in his arms. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay?”
The naked woman sputtered and coughed. She looked up at Martin and gave him a thumbs up. “I'm all better now.”
Tears welling in his eyes, Martin hugged her, squeezing her half as tight as Brent had. Kelly's eyes wandered aimlessly, trying to notice if she felt any different. With the sensory overload she just went through, it was impossible to discern.
“We didn't go too hard on you, did we?” Brent asked, softly rubbing his finger along Kelly's back as Marty helped her sit up.
“You guys were great. Thank you. I'm honored to have you both as my first giants.” She turned to Marty and grinned from ear to ear. “And thanks for all your help as well. I learned a lot about you today.”
Martin scratched his cheek. “All good I hope?”
“All great.”
“Awww, aren't you two just the sweetest. But I think you're forgetting someone.” Lauren reached down and plucked the tiny pair off her lover's body. Dangling them before her face, she bore through their souls with the eyes of a hungry predator. “You didn't think getting one of us off was enough, did you?”
Lauren pressed the pair together with her fingers, mashing their naked bodies together as she promised to early that morning. Cackling, she peeled open her scintillating labia and shoved them down her snatch.
Inside the dank cavern, balmy air penetrated Martin and Kelly’s nostrils, the pungent stink of Lauren's arousal burning their sinuses. The walls were slick with femcum, pink and pulsing. It was as if they crash landed in an alien world, surrounded by a living, pulsing environment, a honeytrap not designed to house creatures so small.
Kelly laid atop her coworker, embracing him, afraid to let go. Existential dread took hold of her, consumed entirely by another person. She was so close. One last hurdle and then she was home free, and she’d never feel so powerless again.
The world around them went tipsy-turvy, sending them sliding deeper into the human cave. Lauren laid down on her back, not a thought pertaining to her helpless passengers. The sliver of light behind the two, the only signal to their only exit, went dark. Lauren’s opening filled up with the familiar face of Brent’s one-eyed monster. The giant snake barrelled towards them, stuffing the narrow corridor from wall to wall. Kelly screamed and ducked, flattening herself against Martin’s chest. Martin wrapped her arms around her and braced.
The runaway train chugged over top of them, burying the tiny folk in heaps of sodden flesh and muscle. Cum pooled around them, secreting from the supple surface molding around Martin. The gigantic, throbbing penis jerked to and fro along Kelly’s back, threatening to tear her from her partner, but she clung to Martin with her very life. Brent railed his fiance like any other night, the giant couple brought closer to orgasm by the tiny toys prodding their genitalia.
“Are we safe in here?”
“It's a bit more cramped than I'm used to, but I've survived worse.” Kelly didn't quite believe him, but she placed her trust in him anyway. “Just be glad they shoved us through the front door.”
With each thrust, the puny pair inched deeper into Lauren, dragged against her vaginal floor until they reached the back. In all the chaos, embraced by his three closest companions, Martin was hard as a rock, poking Kelly’s abdomen. He held it in for her, knowing the last thing she needed was to be drenched in more cum. Kelly noticed the strange grimace adorning her partner’s face and put two and two together. Feeling his erection press into her belly, she decided the best way to get through this was with a distraction.
Kelly lowered her hand to Martin’s rod and wrapped her fingers around it, his shaft far more wieldy than the last. She matched Brent’s rhythm, stroking Martin as they delved deeper into Lauren’s abyss. By the time they reached the cervix, Martin could not hold it in any longer, spraying Kelly with his intimate affection. As if on cue, the tunnel snake assaulting them blew its load too, submerging the tiny two in a sticky, hot bath. The walls around them constricted, and a tidal wave destroyed their last remaining memories of aridity.
The pounding stopped. Their exit remained blocked. Everyone caught their breath. Kelly and Martin fought through the white sea, keeping themselves afloat lest they drown. The walls around them loosened, and their assailant left the way he came.
“Are they going to pull us out?” Kelly asked, afraid she already knew the answer.
“They’ll leave us here ‘til morning if we don’t crawl out ourselves.” Martin put his arm around her shoulder and led her down the fleshy corridor. “Which we better do soon. Damn perverts recover fast, and they won’t stop until sunrise.”
Kelly followed Martin’s lead, laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Thanks, Marty. Whatever happens from here on out, just know I’m glad you’re the one I’m stuck in here with.”
Martin raised a brow. “You sound like we aren’t making it out. That’s quitter talk.”
“More like, I won’t be joining you in here again. If all goes well.”
Martin stopped in his tracks. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you moving or something?”
“Come on. We better keep crawling, remember?” Kelly trudged ahead, turning back to smile at him. “And yeah, I will be moving soon. As long as everything pans out the way I hope.” Martin’s expression soured. “Don’t be sad. I won’t be going far. But I’ve been stuck where I’m at my whole life, and I am craving a change in scenery. And I’m hoping, maybe, you’ll want to come along for the ride.”
Martin stopped again. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“I promise not to be so noisy. But, I can’t promise you’ll get any more sleep.”
Martin’s eyes went wide. He didn’t believe his ears. The girl he had been dreaming about, back when he had the chance to dream, wanted him to live with her. After tasting a giant’s dick no less! Martin was ready to celebrate right then and there, but a quivering in Lauren’s love canal reminded him of his present predicament. “Ah shit.”
Brent’s manhood returned stronger than ever, smashing into the miniature couple and sending them back to where they belonged.
******
“Wake up, kid! How many times I gotta tell you I don’t pay you to sleep at the counter!” Marianne pounded her fist in the same spot, Martin stirring awake at half the speed as yesterday. His hair stood at all ends, flakes of dried cum dotting it like dandruff. The purple rings beneath his eyes grew darker, nearly black. His eyelids only opened halfway, sealed by crust along the corners.
“Suh-horry.” The moment his boss turned the corner to the backroom, he was face down on the counter again. Fortunately, today proved to be another slow day at the market.
“Hey, Marty. I’m not even gonna ask.” Kelly appeared with a box of Reese’s, finding a way to shove them into the already full candy rack. Her forehead and features were all red, and her breathing was staggered.
A shot of adrenaline rushed through the tired cashier upon hearing the voice of his daily caffeine dosage. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Lightheaded. Slight fever. Last night was rough, dude. Fun as hell, but fucking rough.” Kelly arched her back and cracked her shoulders.
“So, when are you moving? You never got the chance to tell me.”
Kelly’s eyes darted to the floor. “I don’t know. Like I said, things have to pan out,” she paused and clutched her arm, “I’m not sure yet, but when I am, you will be the first to know.”
“You still want me to move in with you? We were kinda in the heat of the moment, I wasn’t sure if the offer still stands.”
“Yes, I want you- hrngh!” Kelly grabbed her forehead and fell into the candy rack, spilling bars onto the floor.
“Kelly!” Martin leaped over the counter to support her. She brushed him away.
“I’m fine. Please, I’m fine. I just, I just need to sit down.”
“I’ll get you some water.”
Kelly grabbed his shirt and held him there. Martin gasped, surprised by the strength of her grip. “Stay here. I’ll be fine. It’s just a fever. I shoulda called off.” A sharp pang pierced her skull, and a boiling heat coursed through her veins. “Oh fuck, it’s happening, isn’t it? I, I need to go outside. Gah!” The pain surged, her muscles tensing up, her bones stretching, her skin expanding.
He hated to admit it, but the first sign Martin noticed was how snug Kelly’s shirt fit around her boobs. They were big, but they were never that big. And unless she visited a cosmetic surgeon on the way to work, she was growing before his eyes. Her shirt hiked up her abdomen, and her pants shrank around the ankles. The seams in her clothes tore asunder, the woman rapidly expanding inside the greenhouse.
“You’re not vaccinated?” Martin stumbled a bit, transfixed by Kelly’s increasing stature, then called for help. “Marianne! Kelly’s growing!”
Marianne rushed in from the backroom, saw the redhead standing twice her original height, and pulled a blue emergency lever on the wall, sounding an alarm unique to growth related incidents. The few customers inside fled for the nearest exits, the blaring noise becoming all too familiar in recent years.
The towering Kelly toppled to her side, knocking over the candy rack as her extending legs kicked the air. Her clothes were in tatters, her bra struggling to contain her sudden mass. The strap snapped, popping the undergarment off and flinging it at Marty. Her comparatively short coworker stood there with his mouth agape, unable to leave her side. A few steps back were all he could manage as Kelly filled out the room.
Her panties ripped off her widening waist, leaving her stark naked as her head bumped the glass ceiling. Kelly lied flatter, her body knocking over shelves and burying them in her billowing flesh. Her legs steamrolled through racks of produce, juicing fruits as she crashed through the greenhouse wall and decimated the stalls outside.
The building couldn’t withstand any more duress, Kelly’s head pressing against the ceiling, and the room shattered as the giant woman broke through. Martin climbed onto Kelly’s belly, hanging on her navel and bracing against the raining shards of glass.
By the time Kelly finished growing, the greenhouse lay in rubble along with the nearest wooden stalls. Several truckloads worth of produce lay squeezed, crushed, juiced, or rendered otherwise unsellable, scattered around the giant woman in a veggie massacre.
The pounding headache vanished, and the fever cooled without a trace, allowing Kelly to sit up and witness the path of carnage she wrought. Most of the farmers’ stalls went unscathed, but the central marketplace they gathered around was beyond ruined. She looked down between her now titanic tits and saw Marty dangling from her belly button. Kelly scooped him up and lifted him to her face, now larger than a semi.
“You think I’m gonna get fired for this?” she asked with a guilty-as-charged smirk.
“It’s what you deserve.” Marty peered over the edge of her hand at the crater where the cash register once stood. “I’m out of a job now too. Thanks a lot.”
Kelly giggled and stood up. Looking around at her surroundings, she couldn’t believe the view from up there. The rolling countryside stretched out, beautiful green and yellow fields painted in early autumn hues. The air felt lighter, but cleaner too, far above the space shared with the local farmers and their livestock. Checking out Martin in her hand, tears welled in her eyes. He fit entirely in her palm and then some. A sense of authority, of power, overcame her, and it felt so right, the knowledge that the man she held dear was at her complete mercy, fully in her care.
“Oh my God! Look at you!” Lauren bounded over and strangled Kelly in a giant hug. Within his coworker’s grip, Martin was pinned against Kelly’s breast as the other giantess embraced her. Lauren hopped up and down, bringing Kelly with her and sending tremors through the disheveled marketplace. Customers, staff members, and farmers gathered around the wreckage and surveyed the damages, keeping clear of the newly minted giantess.
“Welcome to the club.” Brent patted Kelly on the shoulder, his fiance releasing her hold to return to her lover’s side. “I hope you’re cool with the transformation. We didn’t think to ask if you were vaccinated.”
“No, this is wonderful. Thank you.” Kelly bowed, still trapping Martin in her fist. “I truly, truly thank you.”
The couple were taken aback by Kelly’s display, but smiled at one another, happy for their friend’s high spirits. “No problem, girl. And hey, you’re always welcome back at the house whenever you’re looking for company. You can probably handle me and my darling a lot better now.”
“I appreciate the offer, but …” Kelly opened her hand, finally freeing the tiny man inside as she held him in her palm. “... Marty’s having a hard enough time catching Zs with just the two of you. I don’t think he wants to add me to the mix.”
Martin lowered his head, noticing all the grooves in Kelly’s palm. There was a mole at the base of her thumb, a detail he never noticed when she only stood a couple inches taller than him. He gazed into his own palms and thought about the lines, thought about how Kelly would never notice them. He’d never be a couple inches shorter than her again, his immunity locking him into his unimpressive stature. Wandering worries invaded his mind, not expecting his partner’s sudden growth. Maybe she should join them; he’d never be enough for her.
“What are you lot standing around for? Help me clean this mess.” Marianne trudged over to the giants with a broom and dustbin, unfazed by her three employees towering over her.
“I’m so sorry, Marianne! I didn’t expect this to happen so soon, and I thought I could make it outside, and …”
“Don’t stress yourself over it. I’ve got grower’s insurance. But I will be docking the deductible from your pay.” The betrothed giants crouched over the ruined shop and sweeped up debris with their hands, glass shards and jutting metal beams incapable of drawing their blood. “For now, put sleepyhead down so he can help sweep, and get yourself to a doctor for a checkup.”
“Right. Thank you.” Kelly set Martin down, waving to him as she walked off, ecstatic to find her footsteps shaking the earth beneath her. Martin waved back, enjoying the view as she left the market, though it provided no balm for his weary heart.
She strolled along the country road, endlessly amused by the toy cars driving by. She passed another giant on her way downtown and politely greeted him, amazed to finally look one in the eye. The sky was a clear blue, unmarred by clouds or aircraft. A slight breeze caressed her skin as softly as if blown by human lips. The trees swayed to her approach, dancing to her newfound growth. Everything was looking up with everyone looking up at her.
******
That evening, Martin lied awake in bed, shaken and stirred by the giant couple romping in the backyard. He wondered what Kelly was up to now that she stood two hundred feet tall, what she planned to do from here on out. More pressing to him, how did he fit into those plans, if he did so at all.
A boisterous knocking clamored through the house, jolting Martin from his malaise. It came from the front door, but it sounded like a battering ram was laying siege to his humble abode. Martin hopped out of bed and scurried downstairs to answer the door.
Kelly laid on her elbows across the front yard and over the road, half her expansive face taking up the doorframe. “Sorry for dropping by so late. I hope I didn’t wake you.” She heard the rapturous moaning blaring from the backyard. “Okay, definitely didn’t wake you.”
The tiny man smiled at the sight of his crush. No matter the time, she filled his heart with the strength to continue beating. “How’s the giant life treating you?” Martin leaned against his door frame and tapped his thigh aimlessly, trying not to glance down from her eyes suspended over him. Kelly’s bare breasts pressed against the ground, her cleavage so inviting now that Martin could actually fit within it.
“Good so far. I’ve settled up with my landlord. No more cramped apartment. And they took all my possessions to auction them off, so that’ll help with scrounging up a deposit for a new piece of land. There’s a relocation center not too far from downtown I can stay at for a couple weeks while I adjust, so that’s nice.”
Martin smacked himself in the forehead. “That’s what you meant when you said you were moving. Last night seemed like a strange time to drop the news, but I get it now. You planned on growing, that’s why you accepted Lauren’s invitation.” The revelation did nothing to calm his fears.
Kelly sat up, pulling herself far out of Martin’s reach. Peering down at the man standing in the doorway brought back halcyon memories of playing with dollhouses. “It’s been my dream for as long as I can remember, to tower over the rest of the world. I’ve fantasized about this moment my entire life. When the first cases broke out, I thought it was too good to be true. I was eager, desperate, ready to go down on the first giant I saw, but I waited. I’m sure you’ve heard horror stories about what giants do to people like us, er, like you when in heat. I needed people I could trust. Like you, Marty, and Lauren and Brent. I’m sorry I used you like that.”
“All that stuff about us moving in together …” Martin didn’t want to say it, but he couldn’t hide from the truth. “You only talked to me to get to my friends. I was your golden ticket.”
“You’ve got it all wrong! I know what this seems like, but I really like you, Marty. Growing wasn’t guaranteed. I very well could have been immune. In that case, my feelings for you wouldn’t change one bit. I’d still want to take you away from this empty house. It’s too big for you.” Kelly lowered her hand to the ground, holding her palm out for Marty to climb on. He hesitated, but eventually followed through, lifted up by her to her chest. “I want you, Marty, especially after what I saw last night. But I needed to grow first. This is the real me; I didn’t want you falling for a fake me.”
With that, the doubts cleared from Martin’s tired brain, and the waking dream filled their place.
“You’re still you.” Martin smiled up at her. “Big or small, you’re still the reason I can tolerate sitting at that counter all day.”
“Marty, listen to me. It may not seem like it, but I have changed. I can already feel it.” She laughed at herself. “It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to stick you where the sun don’t shine and never let you leave. My boundaries don’t exist anymore. It’s like Lauren said, my eyes have opened. I see how pointless my inhibitions are. I ought to just take what I want.” Kelly’s hand trembled, chipping away at Martin’s balance. She grabbed her wrist with her other hand, steadying herself. “But that’s not fair to you. I need you to accept the new me. The real me. It’s okay if you can’t, but then we can never be together. If you agree to be with me, know there’s no turning back.”
Martin thought on her words, of the consequences and rewards they promised. To live a life of subservience, to give one’s all to another. To sacrifice sleep and dignity to please a ravenous giant night after night and each day between. To be treasured and possessed by a greater being.
“The hell are you waiting for Marty? Tell her ‘yes’ already.” Lauren and Brent peeked around either side of the empty dollhouse, listening in on the others’ conversation with bated breath. No privacy. That was another setback of living with a giant, one more contrivance Martin was happy to accept.
“Kelly, take me with you and never let go. I’m yours to do with what you will.”
Without delay, Kelly tore the wrapper off her new plaything, tossing one of Marty’s last pairs of pajamas to the ground. She brought her palm to her open mouth, dropping the naked man off onto her tongue. Her lips closed, sealing him off from the outside, and then she slammed him into the roof of her mouth, saliva pooling around his meager frame as she sucked on his essence.
The grooves of Kelly’s hard palate ground into Marty’s back, her taste buds rolling across his front. Holding him in place, she swallowed the gathering spit, savoring the flavor it carried down her throat. Marty didn’t panic, nor did he struggle. Whatever Kelly did in that moment, he surrendered himself to her whims.
Vibrations ran through his body, carried through the woman carrying him. She was walking somewhere, but Marty had no means of determining their destination. Given the lengthy period he spent in her mouth, he could tell it was far. Kelly was unrelenting in using him as her mint, tossing him into her cheek and rubbing him against the malleable membrane. She rolled him back onto her tongue, face up this time, and mashed him against her roof once more, massaging his buns with the tensile muscle. If Marty spent the rest of his life in Kelly’s mouth, it wouldn’t be the worst fate imaginable.
But events dared not play out as such, Kelly finally spitting him into her palm after a distant trek. The giantess leaned against a cliff face in a woodland clearing. A babbling waterfall cascaded into a spring beside her, the location of their midnight rendezvous as idyllic as the man and woman were to another.
“Let’s not waste any more time,” Kelly said, her words husky and dripping in lust. “Is there anything you’d like to do before I force you inside me?”
“Give me a chance to prove I know what I’m doing before you make me your living dildo.” Martin leapt off her hand onto her supple thigh below and darted to her vulva. He grabbed onto her labia and got cozy between the lips as he searched out her hanging pearl. Reaching up below the hood, Martin got his hands on the succulent fruit and gave it a good squeeze, eliciting a gasp from his giant partner. Good, he thought. I still got the touch.
Martin kicked upwards, using the pink lips as footholds, and wrapped his mouth around the giant woman’s clit, sucking off her bean and playing tongue twisters with it. The moaning he heard from above encouraged him to keep at it.
Kelly reached down and pushed Marty's head into her love button, fiddling it through him. Her back pounded the cliff face, breaking off chunks of sediment piled on over the course of centuries and deforming the natural landmark in her passionate throes. But as good as Marty felt down there, his technique wasn't enough to leave her satisfied.
Her lumbering finger retreated and then returned with a vengeance, slamming Marty into her leaking pussy and burying him in her folds. Femcum lubricated his puny figure and eased him through the love tunnel, tangy arousal clogging his nose and seeping into his mouth. Two of Kelly’s fingers followed him inside, scooping him up and presenting him to her G-spot.
Despite the intense pressure on his back, Martin kissed her erogenous zone with the delicacy of a flower, his small sign of affection lighting fireworks in the giantess’ nerves. His still-impressive-to-her member prodding her soft spots contributed as well. The walls around him shook with Kelly's guttural moaning, bringing Marty to the edge as the chasmal vagina contracted around him. With a steel bending kegel, Kelly climaxed, her sea of fluids swallowing Martin's puddle.
Awash in afterglow, Kelly retrieved her lover from his new home, the tiny, sodden man shivering in the nighttime air. Kelly rested him between her bosom and shared with him her body heat. In truth, the giantess’ newfound stamina allowed her to go at it again and again all night, but even with her enhanced libido, she preferred to give Marty what he had sought for so long.
With his partner's massive heart beating in his ear, Marty drifted off to a well-earned slumber.