Ellis – When it Rains it Pours
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Things were a little tense yesterday with Kiernan. I explained to her a million times that I didn’t know who Lucy was. Not only did I not know Lucy, but I also wasn’t remotely interested in Lucy beyond being an acquaintance with her. My interaction with Lucy was harmless, I told Kiernan. Breakfast and idle chitchat and nothing more.
Kiernan didn’t talk much to me but held me close to her as we explored the island. She hardly let me out of her hands, and when she did, I was always arm's reach from her. We took breaks, ate bananas we found, drank at the lake, then came back to camp and slept.
Day four of our island adventure came upon us, and I could see Kiernan’s mood shifting for the better. She slipped on her dirty socks and boots before swiping me up in her hand. She gave me this … what I can only describe as a hug between two differently sized people. Her palm pressed me into the area above her breasts against her burning hot skin. Her thumping heart sounding like war drums the size of elephants hidden under her smooth skin. I looked up in time to see Kiernan sniffle once before grabbing her bag and heading into the jungle for another day of exploration.
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“It’s just … I can’t compete with a woman your size,” she said, with heavy emotions dripping from each word.
We were on the slope of a green-covered mountain, blooming with grass and weeds. I stood on a boulder, almost eye-level with Kiernan, but I still had to crane my neck back to see all of her. She swallowed her emotions, gulping air and fighting against tears. She fidgeted with her hands and looked off into the island, unable to train her big brown eyes on me.
“Kiernan—”
“Wait.” She sniffled again. “It’s important we both understand what we’re getting into. I can’t give you what a woman your size can. Never! I can’t wrap my arms around you. I can’t kiss you and let you feel my tongue.” Kiernan wiped a tear tracing down her cheek. “I can never give you the experience of making love to me like another woman your size. There’s so much I can’t give you.”
Her admission blew me away. Was that really what upset her? Kiernan was the literal woman of my dreams, amplified thirty-folds, and she doesn’t think she’s good enough? I laughed to myself. If anything …
“I’m not good enough for you,” I said. She turned to face me. “Kiernan, what about the stuff I can’t do? I can’t make love to you like a giant can. I’ll never be able to spoon you or carry you in my arms.”
“I don’t care about those sorts of things,” she said. “You’re the first man I felt so comfortable around. I’ve never laughed and had a fun time like this with anyone before. Face it, you’re bringing so much to the relationship and … and I can’t match it.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Kiernan, seriously? I thought maybe we’d have this conversation, but I for sure thought it’d be the other way around!”
“Just admit it, Ellis! You want to have sex with that hot Italian woman, don’t you? Your penis can fit inside h-her like normal. It’s not fair. I wish I could—what’s so funny?”
“I’m not interested in Lucy or any other woman, regardless of their pussy size. I’m into you, Kiernan.”
“You do care. C’mon, Ellis. You don’t really want to do … that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Make love with me.” Her head sank like she lost all the energy in her neck. “My … my lady parts are big enough to swallow you. You don’t want that, do you?”
“Spelunking?” I asked with a smile, trying to ease her tension. She lifted her head. “Isn’t that why you hired me? My excellent cave-diving skills?”
She sighed. “A guy like you takes women by the arms and throws them into bed. You’d want to be in charge. But look what’s been happening! I’ve been keeping you attached to me like a little accessory, like I promised I wouldn’t. I hate myself. Why did I do this to you? It’s like you’ve been my prisoner.”
“Kiernan, Kiernan, did you ever hear me complain while you held me?”
“No.”
“Why would you ever think I was your prisoner?”
“Well—”
“How come you think I’m interested in anyone but you?”
“Because—”
“And why in the world do you think your size of your ‘lady parts’ is viewed negatively by me?” I scaled down the boulder and walked around Kiernan’s hip. Her legs were bent and created a three-story arch of silky flesh for me to walk under. I sauntered over to the area in front of her crotch. Her dark olive-green shorts covered what I considered the holy land, and what she considered a liability to our newfound relationship. “When the time comes, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”
The heat radiating from her crotch was like standing in front of a furnace. I wondered if it was always like that or if my presence had anything to do with it. I looked up, and we locked eyes.
“You’re wrong about something, Kiernan.”
“What’s that?” she asked with a concerned tilt of her head.
“I’m not that kinda guy that throws a woman into bed and takes charge.”
“What kind of guy are you?”
“I'm the kind of guy that knows how to wiggle his way into a tight spot.”
“Uh, don't you mean 'out of a tight spot'?”
“No, Kiernan, I don't.”
Kiernan’s laugh shattered her miserable mood, and she was smiling for the first time since that incident with Lucy. She stretched out her legs, lowering them, creating a “V” with them, and I was near her crotch. Something in the air was getting me in the mood. I was hopelessly obsessed with this girl, and I had a feeling she felt the same way, too.
Kiernan holding onto me without letting me out of her sight, because of her jealousy, scared that I might talk to another woman, didn’t bother me. Maybe it should’ve because of how possessive she was. But I was dumb and falling hard for Kiernan. Her size was a challenge, and I understood this before entering the relationship. Kiernan understood the challenges far better than I did considering what she just said. Me being a fraction of the size of a human dick … sort of put me at a disadvantage. But not only did that not bother her, Kiernan was more concerned about herself being right for me—which blew my mind. And it only made me desire Kiernan even more. How could I not be attracted to someone with so much empathy and perceptiveness about my feelings?
Like a snake under the control flute from a charmer, my feet walked on their own accord towards Kiernan. I could see her pussy mound pressing up against her stretched shorts. The heat and her smell became more intense. That smell! Far more intoxicating than the freshly baked pretzels at the mall.
Before I could reach Kiernan, three of her giant fingers came sliding down in front of me like a garage door. Her slender pinkie finger dangling off to the side. I looked up at her, and she had a nervous grin while shaking her head slightly.
“I’m not quite ready,” she said with a pitched tone that was higher than usual.
“Huh?”
Fuck, I was lost. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing—or what I would’ve done if I reached her. I had the biggest erection of my life hidden under my pants that I wasn’t sure if Kiernan saw or not.
“Soon, Ellis.” She moved her hand and rotated it so that her palm was out. I hopped on without question, and she brought me up to her face. “I’m almost ready for you.” Her whisper sent a chill down my spine.
I rubbed my head and then ran my fingers through my hair. The fog in my mind gently faded, but my lust for Kiernan burned no less bright.
“Take your time … babe.” I studied her for a reaction. Her lips turned up slightly in a smirk. “And if there’s anything I can help with making you more comfortable, please let me know. If it helps, lemme just say, you’ve been the only person on my mind since the day we met. No one’s ever come close to having that effect on me. … If time could stand still, right now, and me being trapped here in your hand with you looking down at me—I would consider it heaven. Not once have I given a shit about being stranded on an island, because once I found you, talked to you, got to know you, nothing else in the world mattered.”
She grew more beautiful by the second as her eyes became larger and her desire amplified. She shifted her body like she was sitting on something uncomfortable. Her breathing grew heavy, causing the exhale from her lungs to push back against my clothes and hair. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve said she was ready for me.
“I mean it. And I can’t wait to prove to you that you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours and no one else's. And you think your lady part swallowing me is a bad thing?” I stood up on her palm, having to balance on a surface that was making micro-corrections to balance me as well. “Because I can’t wait for your front butt to gobble me up.”
She laughed. “‘Front butt’?”
“Isn’t that the scientific term?”
“Not in any of the texts I’ve read.” She spoke with a smile.
“Ah, see, I read it in a scientific journal—well, more of a new-age blog.”
-
The mood between us lightened up after that. She gathered her things, and me, then we were off charting the island. Kiernan trampled through trees like they were nothing and climbed mountains with ease. Her boots were a pair of wrecking balls that dotted the landscape with craters.
The island was gorgeous from my view, some 150 feet up in the air. The Pacific trade winds brought in clouds that helped shield us from the sun occasionally. It would sprinkle rain and then disappear a second later, leaving behind rainbows for us to gawk at.
The grass and trees burned with color, greener than a St. Patrick’s Day parade. I could see how the ecosystem adapted to certain parts of the island. The winds brought clouds and rain, leaving the East side of the island lush with vegetation, while the west side became more arid. We explored the west, along a mountain range that ran along the coast. Kiernan scaled the mountains like she was on a playground. Jumping from mountain peak to mountain peak. Her boots crushed and vaporized boulders into powder as the full force of her body came down on them.
There was no shortage of water. We’d discovered countless streams and two big lakes. During a break, we both drank from the stream like a pair of deer in the woods. After drinking, Kiernan filled up her bottle and then swiped me up to continue walking. Something about the water was off and I wanted to examine it, but I didn’t have a chance to. It wasn’t about the taste or color or anything like that. It just felt off.
-
“What do you think, babe?” I asked Kiernan. Calling her babe was my favorite thing at that moment. “Are you a giant, or is this island tiny?”
She shrugged. We sat along the coast. Behind us was a valley created by two mountains. Only a few palms grew in this area. The privacy was nice, and the serene ambience was picturesque.
“What do you think?” she asked me.
“Is it weird that I hope you’re a real-life giantess?”
She smiled. “I am to you.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be cool if you were to humans? Oh shit, let’s say you are a giantess and I’m a human.”
“Okay …”
“What would you look like to a downsizer?”
“Like a big giantess?”
“Damn, that’s hot.”
She giggled. “Why would that be hot?”
“Because there would be more Kiernan to love.”
“Were you a poet in a past life?”
I lay back on her bare thigh and placed my hand behind my head as I looked up at her. Her presence consumed all of my five senses.
“The world would be a better place if everyone got to see you the way I do,” I said. “Everyone should look up to you.”
Kiernan gave me a sly grin. “You don’t say …? Are you trying to—”
“Flatter you? Yes. Praise you? Worship and cheer you up? Yes, yes, and yes! But c’mon, babe. Ever wonder how great it would be if you found out you were a real-life giantess?”
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head, allowing the locks in her hair to fly outwards like those swing rides at a carnival. “Humans already take up so many resources. Giants would be worse. We need more people downsizing than …”
“Upsizing?”
She smiled. “Yeah. If there’s even such a thing.” Her giant finger came and softly stroked me, from my shoulder down my hips and alongside my outer legs. I melted under the soft pad of her index finger. “That’s why I love downsizing and downsizers. People like you are making a difference in the world. I wish more would follow.”
Oh, shit—that’s right. Kiernan was still under the impression I downsized by choice. My mind scrambled for something to say. But was there harm in letting her think I downsized on purpose? I’m still … downsized, regardless. That should be enough. I really didn’t see the harm in letting Kiernan think I downsized for the environment.
“Something wrong?” she asked. I guess she saw my crestfallen expression.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just wondering if I am downsized. I might have to go through the process again once we get off the island.”
She giggled. “Let’s say … you are right. Let’s say I am a giant. If you downsized, you’d be microscopic to me!”
“Sounds like a win to me.” I turned over and grabbed her finger, pulling it towards me and hugging it. I rubbed my cheek against her digit, the stubbles in my cheek getting caught in the lines of her fingerprint. “Like I said, more Kiernan to love can only be a good thing.”
She pulled her finger away from me and then gave it a kiss. She brought it back to my cheek, allowing me to give it a kiss back.
“I gotta pee,” she said, breaking the moment.
Kiernan, although she liked to keep me close to her, demanded privacy for potty breaks. Usually, that meant standing far away with my back turned to her, where she could still see me as she did her business.
“I’ll go with you,” I said, getting up to my feet. She was quick with her hands. I didn’t even see her fingers curling around the length of body. Her index finger was just under my neck and went down my waist. The width of her middle finger covered my legs and held me in-place but without discomfort. My feet hung freely, but I found I could essentially stand on the inside of the finger. Only two of Kiernan’s fingers was enough to cover the majority of my body. Her slenderness and petiteness betrayed by her enormous stature. She pulled me into the sky until I was in front of her face without making me feel disoriented. “Please?”
“Nuh-uh. I want you close, but not that close.”
“It’s not a big deal, babe.”
“It is for me.”
She got up to her feet and balanced me in her hand, so I remained at the same elevation the entire time. Kiernan then stomped over to the valley and sat me down at the edge where the sandy beach ended and the enclosed green valley began. She told me to turn around, and I begrudgingly complied.
I felt her footsteps thunder behind me as she looked for a spot to do her business. Now it felt weird being separated from Kiernan. We were still in that honeymoon phase of our relationship and always being smothered in her hands and on her person was something I’d become comfortable with. I felt almost naked not being with her.
Turning my head back, I could see her upper body over the canopy of trees, looking down for the perfect spot to piss. I could tell she was clearing a spot with her foot by her body language and movements. I was too far away, I decided. She didn’t want me to be this far away, did she? I laughed at myself as I made up excuses, like what if another downsized woman came up to me? Kiernan wouldn’t like that, and neither would I. With that airtight reasoning, I started walking backwards towards Kiernan.
She might’ve been shy about peeing, and yeah, of course I’d give her privacy, but the peeing stuff didn’t bother me. I backed up closer to her. Thinking back, I didn’t believe Kiernan could do anything that’d bother me. In fact …
I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her unzipping the front of her shorts. My head quickly snapped forward. She wanted privacy, and she’d get it. But it was painful. The earth under my feet trembled as Kiernan positioned her feet and squatted. She let out a sigh before I heard floodgates opening. It sounded louder than white-water rapids.
So, I remembered walking backwards, hoping to get close. Around the time I started smelling her urine … things kinda just faded.
-
My hallucination started on a beach resort that looked like the one in Acapulco where I was vacationing when those thugs drugged and force-downsized me. But things in my vision were slightly different.
I was fucking small.
I was on a concrete wall that divided the beach from the large resort development. I sat on its edge with my feet dangling over, watching scantily clad humans walking to and from the beach without a care in the world. They held colorful drinks in their hands, had towels draped over their shoulders, and carried downsizers like precious little stones in their hands. It seemed like everyone surrounding me was in a mixed-size relationship.
I looked around for Kiernan but didn’t spot her anywhere. I sat alone on the concrete wall with no way down, confused how I got there. All the humans walking past me ignored me. Too invested in their own downsizers to care about me.
The sound of seagulls scared the shit out of me. What was stopping them from swooping down and making me their lunch? Being out and alone gave me a fright I didn’t feel back on the island. I gripped the concrete wall tightly as I desperately looked around for Kiernan. Where was she? Why in the world were we separated?
It wasn’t until I heard a booming sound that I began to relax. And by booming sound, I mean cataclysmic, Earth-ending booming sounds. Enough to make the humans freeze and look up in the sky. I heard the birds squawking and flying away before the threat even became visible. With all the trepidation and anxiety going around on the beach, only I, the lone downsizer, felt relief. I knew who it was.
I turned away from the beach and looked back at the luxury resort, with its opulent decorations and swimming pool, just in time to see Kiernan walking around it, making it look like a dollhouse.
I was a downsizer, and she was a real-life giantess. Humans ran from her bare feet as a long, slender leg swung and cleared the fanciful eight-story resort, painted white with gold trim. She wore a plaid bikini with straps loosely tied to the side. Her messy blonde hair exploded from her head like fireworks, giving her this just-rolled-out-of-bed look. And my God was she sexy.
Chaos erupted as hundreds of humans ran from the resort and thundered all around me, only for Kiernan’s footsteps to drown them all out. Concrete and other structures crumbled like brittle crackers under the soles of her feet. Although she was petite, complete with a thigh-gap a train could run through, her awesome weight and stature were a greater destructive force than a tornado.
The humans viewed Kiernan as a downsizer viewed a human. But to me and the other downsizers around, Kiernan was just shy of 1.3 miles tall.
Her giant feet planted on the plaza just in front of me. I couldn’t be 100% certain, but I’m sure I saw several humans disappear under her feet. Her five-black painted toes were, in my perspective, some hundreds of feet away, but were devastating, nonetheless. I grabbed hold of the concrete wall as hurricane-force gales struck me. The massive air displacement of her foot threatened to blow me off the concrete wall like a leaf. My fingers strained as I held onto the porous concrete, my entire body floating horizontally from the winds. Looking up, my eyes dried up and my cheeks filled with wind. Kiernan had finished her steps for a few seconds, but the environmental force was like no other.
When the winds finally died down, my body fell back onto the wall, face down. Kiernan wiggled her toes as I craned my head back. I followed her impossibly long legs up, past her abs, boobs, and then stopped at her smiling face. We both locked our eyes. I had to have looked like a grain of sand to her.
“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been tearing this place up looking for you.”
“You have?”
“Mhmm.”
I wasn’t sure how she understood me, but that wasn’t important. She squatted and extended her finger towards me. Her nail presented itself to me with robotic precision. She held it there for me to walk on—which I did with zero hesitation. I just had to get back to my Kiernan, after all. I climbed onto her upturned nail and walked to the spot where her nail ended and the flesh of her digit began. My hand tapped on her almost alien-looking skin, signaling that I was ready. She lifted me up, thousands of feet into the air until her stadium-sized brown eyes were all I could see.
“You were so right to do this, Ellis, honey,” she said, her voice causing the windows on the resort to shatter. Yet I remained perfectly safe. “Even though I was a giant and you were a human coming off the island—you choosing to downsize was the right choice. Do you have any regrets?”
My head shook on its own. “Fuck no,” I said. “There’s just way more of you to love.”
She giggled. “I want to ask you something …”
“Yeah, babe?”
“About you holding your breath …”
“I’m good at it. Remember?”
“Well, let’s put it to the ultimate test.”
I felt my stomach rise to my throat as she lowered her finger. Kiernan sat down on the resort building, plowing through the structure as if it were made of wet cardboard and causing untold destruction and death. But that wasn’t important. She spread her legs and held me in front of her bikini bottoms.
“Ready?” Her voice was husky and full of lust.
“Let’s fucking go!”
With her other hand, she slipped a finger to the side of her panties and was about to peel it back to unveil her sex.
And that’s when I woke up.
-
I rolled over to my stomach and coughed up sea water for a solid minute. I hacked out the rest of the salty spit in my mouth until I nearly vomited. When I finished spitting, only then did I realize where I was spitting. It was Kiernan’s fingers. I turned quickly and saw a look of concern on her face, almost worrying me.
“I-I’m sorry, Kiernan. I didn’t know I was spitting on your—”
“Are you okay?” She spoke fast, almost out of breath.
“Uh, yeah.” Her hand was upturned, parallel to the ground. I flipped over and sat on the first knuckle of her middle finger, and that’s when I realized that I was naked. Looking down, I saw my cock standing straight up, harder than morning wood. “Uh … Kiernan … Why am I naked?”
I was all wet with ocean water, but there was a lingering scent beyond the briny sea water that smelled tangy and familiar. My erection would not quit and throbbed so hard it hurt.
“I was washing you,” Kiernan said, answering both questions. “You got … a little messy.”
I looked around and could see we were back on the beach; Kiernan having rinsed me in the ocean. I couldn’t see my clothes anywhere. Kiernan's cheeks turned a shade of bashful red probably because of my nudity. I didn’t mind being naked—I mean, I already came on her finger before. No, my mind was trying to figure out what had happened.
“Messy how?” I asked.
She cringed. “Muddy?”
“Huh? Um, babe, I don’t remember what happened. I remember you going to the bathroom and that’s it.”
She looked off to the side and took in a breath, obviously hiding something.
“What happened? Did I make a fool of myself?”
She let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, so, do you know what snow angels are?”
“Of course.”
“Well, you were making mud angels.”
“Okay …”
“Face down.” She clenched her jaw, morphing her expression between cringe and shyness. “But the mud was not made of water and dirt.”
“Oh?”
“I was pe—urinating!” Kiernan, the scientist, corrected herself. “And I wasn’t really paying attention, but when I looked down, you were …”
While Kiernan was saying each word delicately, I started laughing. It took her by surprise.
“Did you hear me, Ellis? You were making mud angels in my—”
“Piss?” I laughed again. “Why the hell would I do that? I just remember … oh.” How did I miss that? “I was having another one of those horny hallucinations. Why? Did you take off your boots?”
“No.” A bashful smile appeared on her face. “Ellis, you know I’m … really into you, right?”
“Yeah. I’m into you too!”
“No, like, I’m really into you. I like you a lot, Ellis.” Her finger from her other hand came down to stroke the side of my body, coming so close to my cock. “I’m so into you … I’m lusting over you. Because of that, my body is in overdrive, producing potent pheromones to attract you to me. My urine—”
“You’re saying your body’s chemistry is changing me to lure me into its web?”
She was so cute when she was shy. Her entire face turned into a burning, bashful red.
“Oh, shit,” I said. “Your piss has pheromones in it, and I sniffed it out like a dog. … and then you marked me like a dog marks a fire hydrant.”
She laughed. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Did you piss on me, babe? Never thought I’d ask that question.”
“Don’t be mad!”
“I’m not. I think this is funny as hell.”
“You do?” The tone of hopefulness in her voice was like music to my ears. “Well, I looked down a little late. I was … peeing, and by the time I saw you, you were crawling in the muddy puddle I was creating. You rubbed your face into the mess. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. Then … my stream sort of came right down on you. I soaked you pretty bad. At least you had a smile and looked like you were having fun.”
The image of an extra-large Kiernan from my vision popped into my head. “It was alright, I guess. Then what happened?”
“You’re really not upset?”
“Fuck no. What happened next?”
“Okay, I didn’t want you to lose your … dignity, so I tried fishing you out without getting my hands dirty.”
“Seriously?” I laughed. “It was your piss!”
“It was icky!”
“I was covered in it!”
“Yeah, it was icky!” she said, with a laugh this time. “But I grabbed you by the ankle and lifted you upside down out of it.”
I looked down at my right ankle and saw discoloration. Not quite a bruise, but I could see the impression matched Kiernan’s thumb. “Tell me this,” I said, “did you stop peeing?”
She closed her eyes in embarrassment.
“Kiernan?”
“I had to go! I drank a lot of water!”
“You’re telling me I was hanging upside down, dripping in your piss, hallucinating, but you took the time to finish your piss?”
“Um …”
“Well, it was worth it though, right?” I asked.
She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face.
“Don’t dogs pee to mark their territories?” I asked. “It might’ve not been on purpose, but marking me with your piss makes me officially yours, right?”
“Uh, did you just call me a bitch?” she asked before bursting into a laugh. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘Kennel Casanova,’ my little lost puppy.”
“Sure. That name is not as bad as losing my self-respect by swimming in your piss the way Scrooge McDuck loves swimming in piles of gold, but I see your point. I apologize for insinuating you were marking your territory,” I said, finishing in a respectful, yet animated, bow.
“No, no …” She bit her lower lip. “I like the sound of that. I was marking you as mine,” she said, ending with a hot whisper.
Kiernan’s words just put me over the edge. Why was all of this so insanely hot to me? Nothing in my previous life could compare to this moment. A giantess, who I’m insanely infatuated with, also has the same feelings, so much so that her body is actively trying to drug me so that I’m hers.
“See babe! When Lucy talked to me the other day, all you had to do was take a piss on me so that she would’ve known I was taken. It’s better than a ring on my finger. And you know what would’ve been a power move? If you did it right there at the bonfire in front of her.”
Full of smiles, Kiernan said, “That would’ve been gross!”
“Just go back to the camp and piss on everyone. Take charge.”
“No!” Her finger came down my chest and traced downwards, only a hair away from my pulsing cock. She stopped and looked into my eyes. “My body is creating pheromones for you—only. The only person allowed to enjoy it is you.”
When the pad of her finger went down my shaft, it took the power of a thousand suns to not blow my load. I looked up at Kiernan with desperation in my eyes. I shoved her digit away and stared at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “I should’ve asked if I could—”
“I don’t want it this way, babe.”
“You don’t?” she asked with worry in her voice.
“The only way I can truly be happy is if I get you off.”
“I …” she trailed off and couldn’t finish her thought. I could see her wrestling in her mind.
“Kiernan, your body is shouting that it desires me. Your words are saying you desire me. I know you’re worried that you can’t compete with a woman my size, but you’re dead wrong.” I stroked her finger and gave it a few pats. “Let’s do what we’ve been aching to do since we first met.”
She breathed hard through her nose. She licked her lips, getting hot and bothered. Kiernan just needed the slightest push.
“Did I say anything that was wrong or out of line?”
She nodded her head no. That’s what I needed to hear before moving forward.
“Then let me be the guy that tosses you into bed and takes charge.”
She nodded eagerly before I could continue, the hopefulness in her face ratcheting up to a thousand. I could feel Kiernan’s elevated heartbeat thumping in her hands. Her lust, burning and cooking me where I stood. My cock only getting harder while I witnessed this 190-foot bombshell yearning for me.
“Then set back and take off those damn shorts for me.”
Kiernan nodded and set me down on the sand, next to her boots which she quickly took off along with her socks. I made sure to give her feet a wide berth to avoid accidentally inhaling her pheromones. Her eyes focused on unbuttoning her shorts, unzipping her fly, and then shimmying out of her shorts. She tossed her shorts away and looked at me for further instructions.
“Now take off your shirt,” I said.
The obedient giantess crossed her arms, grabbed the ends of her shirt, and, in a flourishing move, threw it alongside her shorts. She wore matching black panties and underwear. Her hair was all over the place, with a curtain of golden locks in front of her eyes. She stood still, patiently waiting for me to make the next move.
“Pick me up and set me on your stomach.”
A shockwave blasted outwards as Kiernan sat down. Her hands shook with trepidation as she picked me up and set me on her firm belly. Her chest rose and dropped as her breathing became intense. She leaned back, creating a gentle slope for her upper body. As much as I wanted to get between her legs, there was one other thing I wanted to do.
I climbed up her upper abs, jumping, and grabbing hold of the center of her bra. Hanging from her bra-strap, I couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her warm skin. I then pushed myself upward onto her sternum, then collarbone. My journey was thirty feet up a sloped human body—but fortunately for me, the goosebumps cropping up on her skin gave me enough texture and grip to help make the climb easier. It nearly took my breath away, but I felt so fucking accomplished when I got up to her shoulder.
Apparently, making skin-to-skin contact was as electrifying for her as it was for me because the fine hairs on her skin stood straight up as I walked across her. I pushed away her blonde hair and walked up to her ear. With Kiernan looking straight forward, her ear was hopelessly out of reach even if I jumped with all my might.
After several failed attempts, Kiernan got the hint and cocked her head to the side so I could grab hold of her earlobe.
“Can you hear me?” I asked in a volume lower than usual. With me carefully pulling on her ear, she moved her head further. “I just wanted to say you were wrong about one thing.” I couldn’t help myself. Fortunately, she couldn’t see the big grin on my face. “You think I’m yours. It’s the other way around. You’re all mine.”
Her body violently trembled, forcing me to hold dearly to her ear. When that subsided, I planted a kiss on her earlobe, and then I licked it. My teeth sank into the extra soft skin and gave her the best nibble a two-inch man could. Kiernan had her mouth open and let out a hot moan as I messed with her ear. She swayed her head, pushing it towards me, encouraging me to give her more.
I spoke directly into her ear in a gravelly whisper. “Take off your bra.”
Although she rose gently, I had to drop to my knees and hold onto her as she swung her arms behind her back to undo the clasp. It felt strange trying to take charge when her simple moves threatened to fling me off of her. She undid the straps from her shoulders and used her left hand to hold the cups of her bras against her tits. I could sense the trepidation.
“It’s okay, babe,” I said, reassuring her. “Take all the time you need.”
She nodded. After a few silent moments, she took the bra off completely, letting the sun’s rays kiss her breasts.
“I’ve never been topless outside before,” she said. “It feels so … freeing.”
I looked down over the precipice of her shoulder and could see the brown nipples fully erect and pointing straight outwards.
“Want to lie back?” I asked.
Kiernan tilted herself back, consciously making sure I had enough time to walk from shoulder to collarbone as her back made contact with the hot sand. And there it was. Her tits out in front of me like a pair of tents. Under my feet, I could feel the firmness of her bone give way to the fatty softness of her tits. I got down on my hands and knees and climbed upwards on her boob.
Kiernan’s hand played with her right tit, while I had the left all to myself. My hands and feet sank into her considerably compared to the other parts of her body. When I reached her nipple, I saw details I never knew existed. The fleshy brown cylinder was as big as my head and contained intricate folds and wrinkles that were so unique—so Kiernan. I reached out and touched it with my fingers, feeling the coarse skin react to my touch.
I was bounced around and nearly slipped off from an unexpected boob-quake. Looking back, I could see Kiernan, eyes shut, with a look of intense pleasure on her face, breathing hard through her mouth. I shimmied myself back up until I was upon her nipple again, and this time I planted my palm against it. My hands rubbed up and down the pillar, as though expecting a genie to come out but instead a better outcome: a sensual moan from my giant girlfriend.
Soon, both my hands were rubbing her nipple, making it harder and stand taller than before. I wiggled closer so my chin was against her nip. Sticking out my tongue, I ran it up the salty cylinder until I reached the top. I could feel Kiernan’s heartbeat all around me. Even her nipple tremored with each concussive boom.
Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but I took a bite. Okay, not a bite—more like a nibble on the top of her nipple. Kiernan didn’t like that. Her body jolted, sending me flying into the air like a trampoline. I landed somewhere on her boob and quickly rolled off between her tits. That action lasted maybe a few seconds? But my mind could hardly keep up with what was going on.
The ground underneath me rumbled. I quickly turned to see Kiernan talking.
“No biting.”
It was a simple statement that was awfully clear.
I nodded and climbed back up her tit, and reached the nipple that got me in trouble last time. I played with it. Rubbed it. Licked it. I caressed it in my hand like a precious idol, eliciting pleasure-filled moans from Kiernan. Pushing myself to the top, I wrapped my legs around her nipple, the bottom of my cock rubbing against it. My finger traced her milk ducts.
“What are you doing there?” Kiernan asked.
I turned to face her. She looked so serene on her back with her head tilted to better look at me.
“Ever heard of palm reading?” I asked. “Well, that shit is fake. You know that being a scientist, right?”
“Mhmm.” Her smile radiated pure joy.
“Well, I do nipple reading. Way more accurate way of predicting someone’s future.”
I paused and waited for a response from Kiernan. She just looked at me with that delightful grin of hers, waiting for me to continue.
“See these lines right here?” My index and ring finger followed a crease that went up to the edge of her nipple. “This means you’re gonna escape this island. And this one over here?” I traced another random line. “This means you’re gonna inherit something big. Something powerful.”
“Like what?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Me!”
She giggled. The boob-quake was becoming an insanely wonderful experience the more time I spent on her, as it forced her nipple to rub against my cock.
“But this is the most important line.” My index finger played with the tiny bumps and creases near her milk ducts. “This one tells you about your near future. It says you’re gonna get lucky.”
“Oh, yeah? With whom?”
“It’s kinda murky.” I drummed my fingers on the top of her nipple. “I think it says with some asshole.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “Must be referring to you.”
“Must be.”
We fell silent as we stared into each other’s eyes. Only the sounds of the crashing waves and the palm leaves rustling in the trade winds joined us in our moment.
“I think you should take off your panties.”
“I …”
“You want to, right?”
She nodded.
I said slowly, “But you’re—”
“Afraid.”
“And what are you afraid of?”
“... you know.”
I sat there for a second as I strategized my next words. “What would you do if I bit your nipple?”
“I’d slap you!” Her mood changed instantly. She was playful but no longer apprehensive like before. “My nipples are extra-sensitive. I don’t like you biting.”
“What if I took off your panties?”
“You can’t,” she scoffed. “You’re too little to pull them off.”
“But would you slap me away?”
“What? No.”
"Well, if that isn't an invitation ..." I thought to myself. I let myself fall backwards, landing on the slope of her tits and let myself slide down to her underboob. I somersaulted onto my feet and jogged down her stomach to her black panties.
Kiernan might’ve said she was afraid, but her body chemistry said otherwise. I could smell her overly-excited pussy as I ran to the strap of her bikini bottom by her left hip. I tried to inhale air upwind from her pussy. Her scent didn’t bother—quite the opposite. I could feel myself getting light-headed as her pheromones threatened to drug me.
“Ellis …”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Kiernan pushing herself up.
“You really want this?” she asked.
“If I can’t untie these straps with my hands, I’m going to start chewing with my teeth!”
“Um, okay. Okay. I’m ready.”
My anticipation grew when I saw her thumbs hook into the straps of her panties. Her hands vibrated like an idle engine as she nervously felt the straps around her waist. I got on my knees and crawled to her thumb, stroking it as I looked back at her.
“You got this!” I said. “Take them off …”
Kiernan nodded. She pulled her panties down her thighs, raising her legs up in the air. I craned my head back to see her skyscraper legs high in the air, her black panties slipping past her ankles and elegant feet.
When I looked back down, I saw her hand covering herself. I was by her obliques and walked over to her hand. Squatting, I gripped under her thumb and attempted to deadlift her hand. I might as well have tried deadlifting a 747. I pushed my whole body into her thumb and tried shoving her away, trying to push it to the side.
“Hey babe? Little help?”
Kiernan took a deep breath. “Okay, here we go.”
She lifted her hand away to reveal herself to me. My mouth drooled as I gazed unto her beauty.
“I know men don’t like … hairiness down there. I’m sorry if it’s not what you—”
She stopped talking when I jumped and flipped in mid-air so my back landed on her hairy snatch. Her dark, golden pubes caught me like a haystack bed. Some of her hairs were half my body length and tickled the shit out of me. It wasn’t like dried out hay but more like young stalks of corn. I moved my arms and legs in her hair.
“Look babe, I’m making pube angels,” I said. “I think I prefer this over the piss angels.”
Kiernan lifted herself so that she loomed above and could see me better. Looking down her long legs, I could see her feet nervously rubbing against one another. Her toes fiddling with each other.
“Is it okay?” she asked.
I got to my feet among the crop field of her pubes. “Is what okay?”
“... me?”
I snorted. “You’re better than okay.” I turned around and looked at my prize. “You’re perfect.”
Her swollen pussy lips drooled as it hungered for me. I dropped to my knees and edged to the top of her folds. Her body quaked when my hands peeled back the layers of heavy skin that hid the little nub I was looking for. Even her most feminine, intimate body part was a struggle for me. Like pushing back layers of thick carpet to open up her pink, juicy flower. She pulled her legs back and spread them wide, trapping me in a valley of her creamy thighs. My fingers dipped into the viscous nectar pooling around her, and when my fingers inadvertently brushed up against her nub, her body quaked the hardest.
My arms reached out and grabbed her pubes as Kiernan moaned louder than an erupting volcano. Her thighs jiggled as she shook. I didn’t see her hands, but I was sure they were doing something to help stabilize her.
When things subsided, I went back to where I found her clit. The cute as a button nub fit into the palm of my hand. I scrunched up my fingers, forming five distinct lines across the sensitive surface.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “I can feel you.” Her voice was raspy like a smoker. “I felt your fingers.”
Tell me if you feel this, I thought to myself as I lowered my mouth and licked the length of her clit. The 190 foot woman screamed and wriggled from the effects of my miniscule tongue. When I got my hands involved, two enormous fingers came to my side and steadied me as she came.
Her feet plowed into the sand and her legs shook uncontrollably. I felt like I was on the wildest rodeo ride of my life. I would’ve been flung into space had she not held me between the pad of her thumbs and index finger.
“More!” she whined. “Ellis, please. Please, Ellis, more!”
I fought against her pheromones from taking me into another world. My mind stayed sober as I went back to eating her clit out. Lick, rub, and even a fucking Eskimo Kiss with my nose.
With the help of Kiernan’s fingers, I rotated myself so that my hips were in front of her clit. I thrusted forward, my hard cock against her wet clit.
“Yes! More! Please—fucking yes, right there. Fuck me. Fuck meeee!”
Her index finger came down on my ass and shoved me harder into her clit. Not only that, but she made circular movements with her finger, taking my hips for a ride around her nub. Both my dick and her clit danced as Kiernan shoved me harder into her. It was painful. The entire digit of her finger covered my ass and twirled me around the folds of her labia.
“I’m going to cum!” I shouted up to Kiernan. My voice was just barely louder than her moans.
“No!” she said forcefully. Her thumb and index finger plucked me off her. “Cum inside me.”
I covered my nose and made a gesture like I was about to dive into a pool.
Kiernan brought me down between her legs. When her juicy pussy came to view, I saw her other hand spreading her sopping wet lips apart like stage curtains. I flew into her pussy as Kiernan plunged me inside her.
Her pussy burned hotter than a blacksmith’s furnace, dripping more viscous syrup than a maple tree and pulsing with more energy than a neutron star.
Her fingers retreated, leaving me inside alone with Kiernan’s tremendous heartbeat and the vibrations of her moans. I wanted so desperately to be inside Kiernan … I realized I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I shoved myself against her pink walls and rubbed my cock against her. My cock rubbed up against her pink walls while I grunted, spitting out her juices that quickly filled my mouth.
I came inside her, my cum just a drop in the bucket.
Only then could my cock finally deflate after being insanely horny for Kiernan ever since she pissed on me. Above my head, I could hear Kiernan’s fingers fast at work, rubbing her clit furiously.
Light shone into her pussy as her fingers returned in a clamp-like fashion. She tapped them, giving me a signal. I moved towards her and wrapped my arms around her index finger. She clamped down on me, moving us to the third act of our love making.
Things became a blur as she shoved me in and out of her pussy, using me as her tiny, living, breathing dildo. Despite her juices, the friction of sliding in and out of her cooked me. Things became frightening the faster she went. I gripped onto her finger tighter, hoping I wouldn’t pass out.
A lioness’s roar declared that Kiernan had reached her climactic orgasm. And not a second too soon. Maybe I wasn’t the cave diver I thought I was. As soon as she pulled me out, I took deep, fresh breaths of air. I spat out her juices and wiped the gunk out of my eyes as she carried up the length of her stomach, past her breasts, and up to a very satisfied face.
“Ellis …”
“Kiernan—hang on, before you say anything,” I said through heavy breaths. It felt like I just finished doing laps in the pool. “I have to admit something.”
“What?” Her expression dropped. “W-what is it?”
“I wasn’t wearing a condom. Please tell me you got the morning-after pill in your bag!”
She scrunched up her face in a cutesy, angry expression. “You little dork! You had me going there.”
She rewarded my joke with a kiss, which I returned passionately. I rubbed my face into her plush lips as her tongue slithered out and licked me. After cleaning me with her tongue, she asked me if I wanted to take a nap.
“I don’t think this is a nudist beach,” I said.
“II don't think anyone's gonna complain, Ellis.”
If I thought Kiernan was possessive before, I was wrong. She placed me on her left breast and held me firmly against it with her right hand. I pulled her index finger over me like a blanket and fell asleep.
-
We dressed up after our nap together. Kiernan gushed over me and kissed me a million times, recounting our fuck and telling me it was the best thing she’s ever experienced.
“I can’t believe I was so nervous!” she said.
I reassured Kiernan and told her it was a big step for us and that her hesitation was normal.
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it! Can’t wait to do it again!” My shirt had dried under the sun by this point, and I was slipping it back on my tanned skin.
“Want to do it again?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Now?”
“Now? Babe,” I chuckled, “I need like … a day to recharge.”
Kiernan rotated and dropped her heel into the sand in front of me, toes wiggling above my head causing some sand to rain down on me.
“I know a fun way to recharge you,” she said with a giant grin that went ear-to-ear.
“Would that really work?”
Her foot dropped and pinned me so that my head was stuck between her big and second toe.
“Afraid to find out?” she asked, bringing her looming head into view above me.
“Nah. Let’s do this for science and find out!” I titled my head until my nose was against her bumpy toe cleavage. I inhaled as much as my lungs would allow and then blacked out.
-
When I awoke, I was naked in Kiernan’s palm. She was gasping, sweaty, and looked pleasantly satisfied like she finished eating a delicious meal. My cock felt bruised and spent. My pheromone-induced hallucination was just as good as the last. Watching Kiernan take over the world as a giantess never got old.
“Did I recharge?” I asked.
Out of breath, Kiernan could only nod. She swallowed excess saliva and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair.
“Your pheromones are no fucking joke, Kiernan.”
“I … I really want you—that’s why.”
-
“So you’re a scientist,” I said, “why are the waves around the island so weird looking?”
“What do you mean?”
We walked along the beach, with me perched in her palm.
“They’re big. But they don’t look like waves. More like water bouncing against the shore of a lake.”
“My guess is that there’s a shallow shelf of land that extends far out before dropping. The waves are most likely broken up by the undersea topography before reaching land.”
“That’s a thing?” I asked.
She nodded.
“So it’s still possible that you're a giant and I’m human?”
“I don’t think looking at waves would answer that question,” she said.
“Yeah, we need to find better evidence.”
“I suppose,” she said.
As we ventured forth into the island—Kiernan charting the land in her mind as we walked—I couldn’t help but look up and admire her. Kiernan was too good to be true, and we connected faster than I had with anyone I'd dated before.
And to think, if I hadn’t come to Mexico for vacation, if I didn’t get drunk at that bar, if they didn’t force-downsize me, and if that ship didn’t sink, I would’ve never met Kiernan. These series of events, like a Rube Goldberg machine, had to happen just right for me and Kiernan to meet. And even then, I think being downsized made all the difference. If I met Kiernan at the bar as a human, I don’t think she would’ve given me a second glance.
I was thankful they downsized me—even if their intent was to sell me like an object … and even if Kiernan didn't quite know the real circumstances behind my downsizing. My life was just starting, and I would spend it with Kiernan.