Derek lives in a world where women are growing to immense sizes because of a strange virus. luckily for him, he is into it, and so are the women using a brand new dating app to hook up with men not afraid of them. And when one tries a big woman, why not go bigger ? Always bigger.

Chapter 1

Word Count: 4159

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 1

Before the Great Pandemic, using a dating app in the countryside was akin to driving a Lamborghini in Los Angeles’s famous traffic: showing off in a rather inept way. I know, I tried it once or twice before and it really failed with little success and a lot of money lost. At best you got to meet Betsy from over the valley, who had come back from College for the holidays and mostly craved for some down time with someone less dazzled by the city’s lights. Not that Betsy was bad (or Caroline, Monica, etc.). In fact the Betsy I knew had some of the biggest tits I had ever seen and seemed to consider that being in the countryside allowed her to show them off a lot. But I digress.

As I said, it was true before the Great Pandemic of 2020. That year, something came out of the polar ice, which had laid dormant for tens of thousands of years there and swept over the world. In a matter of months, it changed everything. A lot of people died, some were unaffected. And others, 98% of which were women, changed. They grew. Some by a little, some by a lot, and some achieved such heights that calling them gigantic would have been akin to calling a lion a cat. And those women needed space, space that overcrowded cities where men were used to being the dominant gender couldn’t or wouldn’t afford them.

So they came to the countryside, which was suddenly buzzing with women who were coping with their new size… and all the changes which came with it. You see, it turned out that among those affected by growth spurts, the virus also led to an increase in fat percentage, while preventing negative health effects. Basically, those girls grew taller, fatter and were actually in far better health than they had been before. But coming from a society where thinness and smallness were considered the peak of a desirable female body, I can guess it was hard to adjust, and leaving the cities helped them do so. To my great pleasure.

But perhaps I should explain who I am and why I was actually happy with those changes. You see, my name is Derek, and almost all my life, I lived deep in the countryside. It’s not that I hate the city folks, mind. But, really, the speed, the lights, the noise… my college years were horrible to me and I was very happy to be able to live – and relatively well – far from town and in the wild. This of course hindered another element of my personality. I am mostly attracted to tall women – if possible taller than me – and I had no problem with them being far – or even super-fat, some would say, as long as they were happy with their size.

So you can imagine how happy I was when those girls came and started to settle relatively close to my home – and extremely close for the tallest of them I guess, even if I can’t fathom what the world is for them now… Anyway, a few weeks after they started settling there, they set up a sort of dating app, for changed peoples. But since male who had grown were extremely rare, normal men were allowed – no normal girls however, each had to provide a certificate proving that they had grown compared to their size before the Pandemic.

I had a lot of reservations about the app, at first. I didn’t feel like the prime material for such a stuff. Those city girls probably wanted someone flashier, less plain at the very least, than I was, with my layback look and behavior. But it turned out that they seemed really hungry for men who could somewhat keep up with them and at the very least weren’t afraid of them, like too many of the city folks seemed to be – to not paint them in too much of a bad light, it’s easier to be afraid when a horde of growing women trample into your streets, almost crushing you as they walk around. In the place I lived in, there was more space.

I won’t lie, it was easier said than done. Not that I didn’t know what to do with a dating app, of course. But this time, it seemed to be a stranger stuff to deal with. How do you seduce girls who went from petite things to towering bombshells – at least in my eyes I guess? I couldn’t really flaunt my height (I’m around 1m90, 6 feet 2, after all!). I couldn’t really flaunt that I lived in a large house, some of those girls were too big to walk into it! I had to ponder about what I could do to attract some attention. Finally, I settled to the truth – or at least as much of it as I felt able to convey without looking creepy.

I simply told the world that I had no problem with girls being taller than me, heavier than me even. I put simple photos of myself around my house and in my everyday life making sure that our countryside was as beautiful as it could be. I expected it to be a little too basic to attract attention but it turned out I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong! It was almost as if my phone was going wild as I finished my profile and sent it to the world to see. It was almost terrifying. It buzzed again and again for nigh an hour, until it seemed to calm down – and I hadn’t even started browsing to search for a mate. It was insane.

When I finally decided to do it, I had matches left and right. But the one which surprised me the most was… well… Betsy. I had known her for years, we had grown up in the same small town until we moved to college. I came back, she didn’t, until a few years ago, when we hit it for a time. She had been a rather impressive girl, at 1m70 (5”6) only, but with breasts which she had once deemed to be big enough to be both a pain in the ass and an incredible asset. And now… I’ll be damned, but she was looking better than ever in her pictures. She was standing at a proud 2m12 (almost seven feet tall) and if she wasn’t the fattest, she had definitely gained some cups!

At first, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I knew Betsy, I fucked her once or twice a few years ago. She was great but she had never struck me as someone who wanted to return to the country… and now here she was, stating that for a girl like her, the cities were now too narrow and stressful, choke full of weak men who couldn’t handle a big and strong girl, and yadda yadda. As you may expect, I actually glazed over all of it, because she had far more pressing arguments, namely the monstrous boulders she now sported on her torso and seemed quite intent on spilling out of whatever she wore on the picture and seemed a size or two too small.

I could tell you that I hesitated. I knew Betsy’s character, I knew she was absolutely not searching for long term dating, it was just some hook up she wanted to get a form of release and she expected to find it with greater ease around here. But those breasts! I gave up in a few minutes and sent her a message. And it was clear she had recognized me and that she was ready to talk, at least for now. We spent a few hours discussing, catching up with the past… and then she invited me to meet her at the local coffee shop, which, she said, was able to accommodate girls like her. I said yes, of course – who wouldn’t have, right?

I was the first here, perhaps I was too eager… but when she appeared at the corner of Main Street, all my misgivings disappeared. Aside from her new height and curves, she hadn’t changed much. She was still rather lithe – compared to other girls I had seen who had become a lot fatter as they started to change. Betsy was still looking more chubby than obese, and she wore it quite well, with a frisky dress which left very little to the imagination, long auburn hair which fell well below her shoulders, the little wind playing with it, giving her quite the impressive figure. And when she spotted me, seated already, she smiled and walked faster.

She didn’t take a seat immediately herself. She approached me, towering more and more over me, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I get up to not look too small compared to her? Should I remain seated? She decided for me when she put a hand on one of my shoulders, and I gasped when I realized how long her fingers were now. She never had small hands, but now, one of her hand was considerably larger than my own, and I could feel the strength in them, as she pressed on me slightly, leaning forward to have a better look at my face no doubt – and offering me a mouth-dropping view of her enormous knockers in the process.

“Hello Derek! How are you? It’s been so long” she said, her voice deeper and more confident than ever before – clearly she was taking her changes quite well.

“Hey Betsy! I’m fine, thank you, do you want me to…” I started to tell, pushing on my knees to get up but she used more force and her hand pinned me in place.

“No, don’t need to get all worked up, don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I can pick up my chair myself.”

There was something in her tone which made it quite clear that when she said she was a big girl, she knew exactly what anyone would hear, and she loved it. She lifted her hand off me and turned around to walk toward the chair the furthest from me, offering me quite a show. Her ass had always been less stellar than her breasts, most of her curves had been up rather than down before – she had never been flat of course, but she hadn’t been extraordinarily impressive either, like a lot of girls; truly voluptuous women were rarer than the Internet would let anyone know.

It wasn’t true anymore. Her trousers, which seemed to be painted on her skin rather than real tissue, left very little to the imagination when she walked – and she didn’t wear heels, of course. Her ass-cheeks were now enormous. They were still dwarfed by her tits, of course, which seemed to have absorbed most of the growth – each of them was obviously several times larger than my head, after all. But her behind needn’t be ashamed now. And she knew it. She played with it, used it. When she picked up the chair, she leant forward far more than necessary and I swear I was afraid her pants would tear up, unable to contain her ass.

When she finally sat, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat, looking straight at me. God, she was gorgeous. Her face had always been one of her strongest points, even when taking her bust in mind. And her growth had magnified her beauty, at least to my eyes. She was looking down at me when sitting, not by much mind, but still. And I was quite happy that I hadn’t had to get up, because I was already at half-mast. She was gorgeous and when she had stood over me, so close that her face had almost been hidden by her tits.

“So tell me Derek? How was life here since I left? Not too boring?”

Something had changed with her voice too. It was still really feminine, but also deeper and stronger, and I suspected it was simply because of her height and increased weight; it could change the way one’s voice sounded. But it wasn’t just that either. She had been a little shy – well… not really shy, but somewhat worried by her breasts, she feared that a lot of men wanted to be with her because of them and at the same time she loved them and used them to rope men into relationships. She had clearly been torn before. Not anymore, I could tell that much.

“Oh, you know, the same old routine, but I kind of like it.”

We kept talking for about three-quarters of an hour. She was surprisingly contained in her words and behavior, clearly trying to play it cool. But she wanted sex, and not much else, that was obvious. I won’t lie, it didn’t bother me at all. I knew Betsy, after all. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with her for long. She was just not the outdoor kind of girl, she loved to be pampered and to live comfortably. She was very happy to have grown, but even more so to not have grown too much, basically. She had the benefits of being taller, bustier, stronger, and none of the drawbacks, she could still live a relatively normal life, after all.

When we finished our chat, I almost expected her to just move away – I was interested in her, but in spite of her innuendos and the apparent joy she took in being taller than me, she wasn’t looking too interested in me. But when I got up and extended my hand to shake her own, she took it to bring it against her enormous left breast. I froze – perhaps I’m old fashioned but I didn’t expect such an outward act of clear sexual desire. My mouth opened and she pounced, her lips sealing my own, her larger tongue invading my mouth. Perhaps I ought to have resisted her, but I melted beneath her ministrations and when she broke the kiss, I was panting and she led the way.

I followed her like a puppy. She was bringing me to her home, which was surprisingly close to the coffee shop we had met. She was tantalizing, walking before me, her long arms extending toward me as she kept my hand in her far larger one – it was a strange feeling to me, since I used to have the biggest hands of all the people I met. Suddenly she stopped and I almost collided with her large behind. She giggled as she leant forward a little to open her door, bumping it into me, forcing me to stagger backward a little before being reeled in by the hand and setting against her ass.

When we entered, I was a little surprised, because it didn’t seem that she had chosen to have furniture fitting her new size. I didn’t feel like a dwarf in her new home. Granted, I didn't have much time to consider all of it. As soon as she had closed the door, she swirled toward me and kissed me as hungrily as before. And her hands started to caress my body as mine did with hers, groping her incredible breasts, which were even heavier and firmer than what I had expected from what I had seen so far. She moaned softly and kissed me with a greater urgency and I realized that we’d very soon drop out of our clothes.

“Wait, Besty, wait! I don’t have a condom” I blurted, trying to calm her down.

“Do I look like a give a fuck, little man” she growled seductively in my ear, before nibbling it.

No, she did not. She had me remove my clothes extremely fast because it was clear that if I didn’t, she’d just tear them down from me – and I needed those when I’d get back home. In any case, in a few minutes, I was naked while she was still very much clothed, battling my hands away when I tried to have her lose some too. She loved the feeling of power it gave her, to be the one clothed while a formerly towering man was stark naked – she even had me remove my socks – and willing to let her decide what we’d do next. And as expected, I didn't have much time to wait to discover it.

She put her left hand on my head and pushed. The message was clear. As much as she loved my hands cupping her enormous breasts, marveling at their weight, she wanted me down there, and I suspected it wasn’t just to caress her navel… I did that of course, not trying to resist her pressure of course. When my knees collided with the ground, I had to tilt my head a little to put it level with her nether region. She was still clothed so I couldn’t start licking it, but it didn’t seem to bother Betsy. She pushed my head into her, and I could smell how aroused she was.

She was already a little wet, it had seeped through her pants and panties, which made me a little nervous suddenly. How much did she want to fuck if just a little preliminary like that could drive her to such height already? Apparently, she wanted it quite a lot, as her breathing quickened and she even started to moan and she grounded my face into her. She was even shivering a little, which was both a good and a bad thing – if she was so aroused, it wouldn’t take much to drive her over the edge, so I didn’t need to be afraid of my abilities to please her. But it also means I could be the one left unsatisfied in the end.

She didn’t give me much more time to consider it. She clutched my hair and removed my head from her, making me wince. And with her other hand, she displayed an uncanny strength when she simply destroyed her pants and panties in the same movement, revealing her bushy pussy. She hadn’t shaved and I was met by a forest of auburn hair, which didn’t bother me at all. I took a deep breath just as she pushed me into her once more, positioning my face exactly where she wanted it. And I started licking and sucking her, searching for her clitoris, which was surprisingly larger, far larger comparatively than I remembered it to be.

“Oh God yes! That’s what I’ve been wanting for months! A man to pleasure me, but all those idiots in the city were too weak to handle me, the losers! Oh, Derek! Derek! DEREK!”

Her voice became higher pitched as she reached her orgasm, until it turned into an incredibly long, drawn out, whine. I loved it, it was really good for my confidence to be able to make her react like that. Maybe it’s just dumb male pride, but being able to satisfy your girl – even if she’s basically a one night stand – is always great to bolster one’s morale, and considering how massive Betsy now was, it was hard to not feel especially great about all of it. She was taller than me and yet I could make her moan like that, with nothing but my tongue! Of course, I’d need to prove that other parts of me were up to the task.

“Put your fingers in me” she growled when she was finally able to speak again, and I was happy to oblige.

Lucky for her, I had clipped my nails, and she gave me the time needed to go and wash my hands, as she sat on the bed, rather brutally from the sound of it. I dashed back to be met by her widespread legs and her pussy, which seemed quite eager to be penetrated. In the past, Betsy had always been hard to please with fingers or dick, even one as large as mine, but to be honest, I hadn’t been as experimented back then that I was now. I put my middle finger inside of her and searched for the G-spot. I quickly found it, and I marveled at the space I had to maneuver inside of her.

It didn’t mean I hadn’t to work on it to be able to pleasure her. I had to go slow at first, simply caressing the G-spot, I couldn’t risk rushing it, I didn’t want her to be hurt and mad at me – especially mad at me, to be honest. Thankfully, just as her clitoris had clearly been enlarged, I spot seemed far larger than it should have been, which afforded me a lot of possibilities to caress it and then pick up the pace as she started to sigh and moan. I grinned when I felt her tensing all around, a clear indication that I was doing a great job.

When I deemed her ready, I put my index finger inside of her too. The effect was immediate, she yelped and then relaxed, her whole body appreciating what I was doing. I was taking it slow, of course, because I wanted to be sure she’d well stimulated before I started to grind the G-spot faster and faster. Of course, it worked, and she started to whine more and more, until she finally came. She didn’t produce a lot of fluids, but it was enough for me to know I had succeeded, and when she gently pushed my head away, I removed my fingers from inside of her.

“Jesus, Derek, you’re awesome” she sighed, looking at me – or trying to, her breasts being far too massive for her to see me as I remained between her legs. “Where did you learn to do something like that?”

I’d love to say that I got a snarky answer to it, but even if I had, she didn’t give me the time to spout it. She just pushed my head directly into her cunt again. It was now very wet and it became hard to breath, and I started to wonder if she wanted me to fuck her or just use me to release some sexual frustration. I was still hard, but it became more difficult to consider what I’d do next, when taking just another gulp of air was a struggle. Finally, she stopped pressing on my head when she was convinced I wouldn’t try to wiggle out of it and I could work on her more effectively, and without risking losing consciousness.

I kept pleasuring her for a very long time. I think we spent at least a whole hour like that, alternating between me kissing her and me licking her. She didn’t seem to want a full-blown penetration but finally as I was really starting to feel blue-balled, she lifted me, positioned me almost as if I weighted nothing – which was mind blowing, in spite of her size, she shouldn’t have been able to do that to me! – and I was finally allowed to fuck her, raw of course. She moaned and whined when my member entered her – even if it was obviously less tight than the last time we had fucked, consider her new size.

It turned out to be a very physical endeavor. She kept shifting and moving, moaning and sighing as I pleasured her – and since I was living a dream come true, that is fucking a woman taller than me, something I had never been able to do, it was extremely taxing to focus and not blow my load immediately into her. Thankfully, I was able to hold it long enough for Betsy to build another orgasm, and it allowed myself my sweet release only when she herself screamed, louder than she had ever done so far, covering her insides with my seed – I really hoped I wouldn’t get her pregnant, I didn’t feel ready for a family just yet!

Finally, it was over and we found ourselves panting. She gently pushed me away and walked toward her shower to clean herself, without saying a word. I was clear that our time together today was over and that once she’d get cleaned, it’d be my turn and then I’d leave. Frankly, I was okay with that – I had never expected Betsy and me to become an item after all. I just felt tired, she had been working me hard. Thankfully, I’d be able to bounce back and be ready – after my story with Tori had ended, I had learned to not get too attached to women, at least for the time being, even if I still had some hope to be able to build something, someday.

And that was basically it for me and Betsy. Not much else to say, but, well, I didn’t expect anything else… and I had a lot of other girls wanting to talk to me through the dating app!

Chapter 2

Word Count: 4146

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 2

I managed to wait almost a full day before returning to the dating app. Mostly because I felt I needed some rest before choosing to delve back into it – Beth had been on the smaller scale of things and she had been rather hard to handle, after all. A man needs to keep his body in shape and good health when he wants to tussle with giantesses, after all. Still, I couldn’t resist the sea of possibilities that was this app. So I resumed my search, doing my best to remain open-minded. I wanted to meet new people if possible but if other old friends like Beth popped up, I wouldn’t turn them down. It would have been dumb, after all.

As it was, he worried over it for nothing, because his next match he didn’t know at all. Never in his life had he met a girl named Andrea – and judging from her profile, it was his loss. She was a black woman, clearly overweight, if not obese, but sporting her curves with pride and confidence, which made her look stunning in his eyes. She had long African curls, which fell well below her enormous rack, which protruded a lot from her torso, dwarfing even her belly – and some of those pictures were clearly from before she had grown!

She didn’t specify her height, which was perhaps a little surprising, most girls who had been changed by the Pandemic seemed to be extremely proud of their size, at least on this app, but Andrea didn’t boast about it. All she said was that she was much more than any girl I had met… I had to see it for myself, so I sent her a message and we immediately started to chat. She was actually quite funny, with a sort of self-deprecating humor which was quite endearing, and she liked my own humor, which was always a good thing. We talked for hours, until I went to sleep, agreeing to meet her the next day – she boasted that I would be surprised.

She was right. Beth had been extremely tall for a woman, but she hadn’t breached the human limitations for one’s body. Andrea was already clearly past them. When I spotted her in Main Street, strolling around, it was quite obvious even from a distance. She had to have been around four meters tall, give or take a few centimeters. And it was only her height; she was also quite incredible in weight. I had seen large women walk before, and often they were bothered by their weight, but Andrea clearly wasn’t.

There was a spring into her walk which should have been impossible for someone as curvy as she was, but she clearly carried herself effortlessly. She was covered in plain clothes which seemed a tad too small, which made me wonder if she had finished growing or was still in the throes of the virus. In theory, people who were still infected were to be quarantined, but growing persons were hard to contain and it was known that some women just breached their containment and went around, and nobody could do anything to stop them.

“Hey! You must be Derek!” she boomed as she was still a dozen meters away from me, waving with great moves of her hands.

My answer was more subdued, she seemed absolutely stunning of course, but mostly clearly excited to meet someone. Which wasn’t a bad thing of course, but she was so damn taller than me that I was a little afraid that she’d handle me too easily. But she proved easy going and sympathetic, amused by the situation, clearly. She even stopped far enough for me to enjoy her size without feeling crowded by her presence. I guess it was because she actually wanted to see me and size me up, which, considering our respective sizes, wasn't really in my favor.

“Say, want to grab something to eat and then we can start talking while walking? Ever since I grew up, I don’t know why, I can’t remain in the same place for too long, too much energy. Good thing that bad boy virus made sure I’d keep my sexy booty, don't you agree Derek?”

She slapped her considerable backside loudly, the smack powerful enough to startle me and several people around. The sound was impressive to say the least, and it seemed my reaction amused her, because she laughed loudly. She was clearly an outgoing kind of girl who enjoyed all the attention she could get. A part of me was a little frightened, but mostly I was entranced. I hadn’t expected big girls to be so confident, even if I guess I should have. After all, in our world, being bigger was always a great way to dominate others.

“Sure, why not?” I replied, chuckling. “Just, don’t walk too fast, you probably can’t see it from your point of view, but I’m not as tall as you” I said, taking a step or two to disappear from her view as her enormous breasts blocked her line of sight if she tried to look at me.

“Oww, someone is living dangerously!” she laughed again, and she took a step forward, putting her foot just next to me, and I marveled at how enormous it was, my own looked barely a third of it, which was disconcerting – and arousing.

“Yeah, well, I did install that app!” I replied, grinning, as she took a step back now.

“You’re right, you did that, which shows how much of a big man you are. ‘Cause most men aren’t able to take it that they aren’t the biggest and strongest in the relationship. But as far as I can see, I’ll always be the bigger one now – even if it doesn’t change me much, really! And now, enough chit chat, we ought to eat. And then… I guess we can do something else afterwards, if you really are brave enough.”

“How about we grab something to eat and then we walk toward my home? It’s outside the town so we’ll have room to do whatever you want to do after we finish. Sounds great?”

“Yeah, it does!”

She swirled around, and her enormous ass brushed me – almost. God, it was jaw-dropping. I had expected it, of course, but it was bigger than what I expected, even seeing her in pictures and then in the flesh. Her denim was clinging on her behind, which rolled tantalizingly as she walked toward a nearby dinner. I bolted when she was a few meters away from me – I needed to keep up the pace, as much as I could since she was incredibly fast considering her girth. Her long legs – compared to my body at least – weren’t just here for show, clearly.

She started to make her order for the dinner and it was clear, from the look on the staffer, that she had never expected a giantess to come here and ask for something to eat – something which seemed to be quite close to the whole stock of food of the dinner. The poor girl who was listening to Andrea’s order was quite petite, probably no more than 1m54, thin and frail-looking, which, compared to the almost four meters of the titanic ebony woman, looked particularly puny. One of Andrea’s enormous tits probably weighed more than her whole body. I found it absolutely stunning and arousing, and I wanted to try and lift them – or at least one of them.

As we waited for the order of Andrea – and mine, which was frankly an afterthought compared to her’s, we talked and I realized she reminded me of Tori, my ex, a little; Like her, she was cheerful and easygoing, but she seemed to be liking her life in the countryside for now, while Tori had grown disfranchised here and left for town three years ago. Which had been a shame, I really liked her and I had hoped we could build something strong. I didn’t expect it to happen with Andrea, of course, but she was fun to be with at least, which was great?

When we were finally served, I was puzzled because I couldn’t even begin to imagine how Andrea would be able to hold all that she had ordered. As it turned out, she simply put several of the boxes the dinner had given her into a large bag she had kept underneath her shirt – it didn’t make her look fatter, it was very thin looking compared to her. She waited for me to pick up my food, a simple hot dog and some fries with a coke, and we started walking toward my home. She asked for directions as we did so of course, but she never let me take the lead.

She didn’t walk too fast however, and while it was a little taxing, I’ll be honest, I somehow managed to keep a good pace and remained close to her – sort of. I was just close enough to marvel at the sight of that enormous ass moving before me, just out of reach from me. Frustrating, isn’t it? Well just imagine how much more frustrating it was that she knew it, made jokes about it, looked over her shoulder but never slowed down enough for me to be able to, you know, put a hand on it, just to let her know that, yeah, I found her backside majestic and was definitely wanting to do more than talk as soon as possible.

“So, you’ve been living here all your life?” she suddenly asked me, surprising me as she gorged on one or the other of the food she had ordered. “Never thought about leaving this place for the big city? I think a beautiful man like you would have thrived there.”

“Well, yeah. I’ve never been attracted to the life of the city. Too bustling for me, probably. I always liked the calm of the countryside, plus here I can afford a lot of space you know? I wouldn’t be able to do that if I lived in a huge town.”

“Yeah, I guess it makes sense.”

She didn’t seem judgmental which, I’m not gonna lie, was great for a change. I had heard so many times former friends deride me because I didn’t want to spend my life in a cubicle doing something boring at a desk and then blowing some steam in an over-noisy bar or something like that. No, my life was perhaps less sophisticated than theirs, but it was healthier, made me sturdier and allowed me the opportunity to bring into my home – sort of – a giantess. I doubted any of them could have afforded to host Andrea in any way, shape or form, after all!

“You know, you sound like a great guy Derek… What do you want in a relationship for now? Casual sex or something more… long term?”

I wasn’t really surprised by the question, it was a topic which we hadn’t talked about before our meeting, and it was only natural that she wanted to know more about it. But she was a lot more frank than I had expected about it. In my experience, girls tended to remain largely shy about all of it. Which was probably normal, considering the role society expected of them. Or used to expect from them, since I doubted it’d be able to say to women as tall or taller than Andrea that their place was in the kitchen without being punished thoroughly.

“I…” I started, but didn’t pick up a second word immediately – I wasn’t sure what I wanted, you see? “I think I need to think about it a little still” I finished truthfully as she turned around to look at me quizzically. “I haven’t really decided it yet, I guess?”

“Okay… well I’m down for a short flick myself, I hope it doesn’t bother you? I think we could remain friends afterwards, mind, I don’t like sex and drop, or however you want to call it that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem for me” I admitted, feeling strangely relieved that she had revealed her position clearly first, allowing me to better decide what I wanted out of today’s experience. “And I agree with you, I don’t like just having sex for a night or two and then never talking with the person again, I find it a little dirty to be honest.”

“Awesome” she chirped, clapping her hands and then letting her now empty bag fall on the ground as we had reached my home. “So, what do you want to do first? Breasts or asses?”

Now, that was one hell of a question, which I couldn’t answer without giving it some thoughts. I consider myself to be a tit-man, really, but I can’t deny the attractiveness of large behinds. Especially one large enough for me to sit on it comfortably. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Andrea’s orbs had nothing to be ashamed of when compared to her ass-cheeks, but those looked strong and not just fat, you see. Riding them would be quite the rodeo, and I felt that if I managed that, I’d have done something worth being proud of.

But on the other hand, there was no denying that Andre’s chest was absolutely stunning, the biggest tits I had ever seen – and not just because she was a giantess. She truly put Beth's already magnificent rack to shame proportionally speaking. I wanted to play with them, to try and lift them, to test my strength on them. Sure, why not both? Well, because I knew my limits. I couldn’t do both with her without being so wind down I would be panting for hours on end afterwards, and there is nothing proud worthy in hurting oneself just to show off.

“I’m more interested in your breasts” I finally chose. “But just to be honest, I’m not sure I can handle them and them your ass. You may have not noticed it, but you’re quite the woman, there is a lot of pleasure you know? I don’t think it'd let you want more by not focusing enough on one part of you.”

“Hum… sure, I guess it makes sense. I have to take into account how much stronger and energetic than everyone I know I am, now! Which, to be honest” she giggled, “is absolutely. Fucking. Awesome. You have no idea how great I feel all the time, and the least I can do is make sure that an honest cutie like you is well treated by little old me!”

She immediately removed her shirt, which was a sight to behold, believe me. She did this quite sexily, grinning at me when she dropped it, revealing the sturdy and plain bra which held her tits in place. Not for long however, because she also unclasped it. The black piece of cloth fell on the ground slowly, and I should have marveled at how wide it was – it could almost have served as a hammock to me. But I couldn’t focus on anything but the enormous breasts which, once freed, defied gravity just as Beth’s had, swaying slightly but standing far prouder than they’d have had on a normal woman.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better” she sighed, moving her shoulders a little, which were probably a little stiff because of her tits, no matter how much they defied the rules of nature. “It’s much better without it. I wish I had grown more. I heard taller girls don’t need to wear bras to support their breasts, no matter how big they are. But I guess mine are a tad too small, right?”

I stuttered, unable to truly finish even one word. It had to be a trick question, of course. Those things were enormous. Truly prodigious. Even if she had been normal-sized, she’d have sported something as massive as basketballs. But of course, considering her size, they were a lot more massive than basketballs – probably three to four times as big. And they were glorious. A large brown areola surrounded a relatively small nipple, which made the rest of her look even huger than she was, just the perfect size for me to nibble at them and lick them…

My reaction made her laugh, and her mounds moved slightly, but not as much as they should have. Still, it was mesmerizing, and I took a step forward towards them, without even realizing it. Andrea seemed to love it, since she purred a little and cocked a finger, inviting me to come closer. I did and I marveled at how much larger she seemed now that she had ditched her upper clothes. She shifted a little and while I couldn’t see her face, I suspected she appreciated it. Still, I was kind of stuck here. As attractive as they were, her breasts were far too high for me to play with.

She bent the knee and suddenly the wonderful breasts were now reachable. I extended my hands and touched them. They were incredibly firm, and yet they gave way under my fingers, being incredibly soft. I felt my hand almost sink into them, and it pleased Andrea quite obviously, since she moaned loudly as I started to push with greater strength, trying to find a way to massage those unwieldy things. But I was thrilled by the challenge it posed me, and being rewarded by her breath quickening and her nipples hardening visibly.

I suddenly gasped when something enormous groped my dick through my pants. I tried to take a step back without even realizing it, but a large hand, just as massive as the one who was caressing me down there, stopped me in my tracks as it settled on my back. I realized with stupor that she could cover almost half of it quite easily. I couldn’t see Andrea’s face from my position and I couldn’t tell how she felt about touching me down there, but I relaxed. It felt good, and the fact that she was dominating me gently was absolutely incredible. No smaller woman could have elicited such a feeling with as little effort as she did now.

She gently pushed me upward a little and I realized what she wanted me to do immediately – and was very eager to do so. I took her nearest nipple into my mouth. It was big of course, like a very big cherry, but nothing too large to strain my mouth and hurt me. And quite sensitive clearly, since she shivered and gasped when I started to lick and suck on it. It was absolutely incredible. I didn’t feel like a baby or anything like that, but I felt safe against Andrea, in spite of our massive size difference – or perhaps because of it.

It tasted a little salty, perhaps because she had sweated as we walked, which wouldn’t have been a surprise, considering how much tits she had. And to be honest, I liked it, it gave her a unique taste, blending with her skin’s own. She reminded me of something I had eaten long ago, sweet and faint as it was, but I couldn’t place it. Not that I really tried to. The softness of her breast, the way my fingers sank in it while I kissed and licked and nibbled at her engorging nipple made me focus on very different things. And her efforts also helped bring me back to the task at hand.

It was then that I started to really understand the changes the virus had made on the person affected. They weren’t just bigger or taller or fatter. With Beth, I had had that impression but Andrea made it quite clear that it wasn’t just that. The way her body reacted was abnormal. Super sexy and enticing, but abnormal. I felt the monstrous weight of her breasts, I tried to lift them and I strained, they turned as hard as rock… and yet they gave way under the lightest touch. It was… impossible. And very, very arousing. I felt myself getting really hard down there, and I suddenly felt a little sad that I hadn’t removed my pants.

“Wants me to release you from your confine?” she whispered suddenly, as her fingers quickened their caresses on my back and dick. “I can do that, but I’m not sure your trousers will be able to handle it” she added, chuckling. “Bite me if you want to try it on, little babe.”

If you’d have refused, I guess you’re stronger willed than I am. Honestly, I can’t see how a trouser could compare to the pleasure the giantess was giving me. I immediately bit into her nipple and she howled, making my ears ring with the force of her scream. And in a few seconds, she tore down my pants, as if they were paper-thin. Suddenly, my member was out in the air, and then covered by fingers so much bigger than it. I ought to have felt a little worried or ashamed about it, but frankly, I was too lost in the pleasure she was giving me.

“Oh yeah, you like it, don’t you” she huffed, as her breath increased its speed, making it hard to keep her nipple into my mouth. “I hope you’re ready for the ride of your life!”

It turns out I wasn’t. Not that I came fast, but the endurance which was required of me to pleasure Andrea according to her needs was taxing, to say the least. I don’t know how long I licked her nipple, massaging one tit and then moving to the second, while she cooed and made me cum, again and again and again, until I was a panting mess. I expected her to stop here and then, but it turned out I was mistaken. She wanted to ride me, and there was no stopping her. Which was great, it was exactly what I wanted.

She gently pushed me on the floor and, I won’t lie, when I saw her remove her pants, revealing that she wore nothing beneath them and that they were absolutely a soaking mess because of her juices, I got a little terrified. It’s one thing to fantasize about banging a giantess, quite another to have one who is more than twice as tall as you – and several times that difference in weight! But I steeled myself even as the large pussy descended on me and engulfed my erect penis as if it was absolutely nothing, making it disappear in its folds.

She was extremely careful, I’ll give her that wholeheartedly. I half expected her to crush me a little but Andrea didn’t. She stopped just at the point where I could feel how enormous her weight was without being hurt or even truly inconvenienced. It was a great way to make me realize – as if I hadn’t already! – that she was absolutely in charge. Her breasts had already been too strong for me, in a sense, so obviously I couldn’t hope to hold a candle compared to her whole body. It was truly an incredible feeling.

And the sex was great. More than great even. As tired as I was, Andrea was clearly barely starting to get into it, and she rode me for well-nigh one hour. And she was incredibly skilled, so much so that I wondered if I wasn’t the first man she had done that with since she had grown. Not that it mattered much. All that I cared about was the pleasure of being utterly dominated by such a woman, towering over me like a living monolith, her black skin glistening in the midday’s sun, looking absolutely stupendous.

Finally, she stopped once I had come – I don’t know how many times, really – inside of her. She left herself fall softly on me, my whole body engulfed by hers. It was a good thing her breasts were so big and strong because they didn’t give way against the ground and I had room to breathe, which I needed very much, to try and recoup some energy. I had never had such incredible sex ever, not even with Tori, who had been… torrid, let’s say, in bed. Andrea’s needs were clearly even bigger than her stature had led me to believe, however.

“That was awesome” she sighed after some time, lifting herself from me, which left me shivering since the air was far colder than her body. “We really need to do it again sometime… but I think that I’ll let you get some strength back before that, don’t you agree?” she laughed, as I was too weak to even get up.

All I could do was nod and watch her get clothed and leave, not without a final blown kiss. I shook my head in disbelief and slowly, with some groans, got up. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of girls I’d met with this app now.

Chapter 3

Word Count: 4127

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 3

I had waited a few days to pick up the app again. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I felt it was needed to get some strength back! I didn’t want to get hurt or break something if I met another girl too soon. Plus I knew that whenever I’d return to it, I’d find someone to speak to. Somehow, I seemed to be popular with the girls – quite possibly because there weren't a lot of people talking with them or daring to try and date them. It was only when I felt able to take even a woman taller than Andrea in stride that I returned to it, and I was immediately greeted by several matches, among which I picked Christina.

She was a blonde woman, sporting a stunning five meters tall, if her profile was right. She was also quite the bombshell. She was curvy, but not morbidly obese, which made me think that she had been thin, if not skinny before the Pandemic. But as she was right now, she sported an enormous rack, and large hips. Compared to Andrea, she seemed slimmer sure, but she was still very much a beautiful woman in my eyes, and I wondered how awesome her tits would feel when I’d got my hands on them – not that I told her that just yet.

She was very funny, joking a lot, but I could also tell that she was kind of a prude. While one of her pictures showed a considerable amount of cleavage, it was only one, and the rest were far more conservatives. Not that I could blame her. I was certain that among the few guys – and possibly girls – lurking on the app, most of them were just as in heat as on any other dating site. Christina wanted something a little more devoted than one and done, as far as I could tell. She wasn’t searching for something long term, however, she just wanted more than sex for a few hours.

She was also shy, since she didn’t want to meet me in town, instead insisting to be told where I lived to come here by herself. I decided that it was worth the risk, so I told her. She found the fact that I really lived by myself in the countryside very interesting and she asked me a lot of questions about my life, until she finally decided that she’d come and meet me the next day. She asked me if I was okay with her bringing a few things to avoid getting sun-burned, since she doubted she could enter my house and I obviously said it was okay.

So, here I was, bathing in the sun, looking around to see from where the giantess would appear. It turned out it was in the south-west. At first I was confused because I didn’t know what I was seeing. It was clearly something massive and approaching fast, but it wasn’t clear what it was. I discovered a few minutes later that she wore a large hat and also had an enormous backpack, large enough that I would have easily fitted in it, with room to spare! And it was when she got close that I noticed how sexy she truly was, her loose clothes doing precious little to hide her curves.

It took her a few minutes to reach me and I won’t lie, I spent most of those with my mouth agape. It wasn’t that she had the craziest curves I had seen, Andrea was definitively bigger for instance – if smaller. But there was something in the way she walked which made Christina stand apart from the women I used to date – or have sex with. It was something visible in the way she looked at the world as if she held it to higher standards than he accepted to grant her, or the way she moved her shoulders to minimize the sway of her impressive rack.

“Hey Christina” I boomed, forcing my voice to make sure she heard me as she was still considerably far away from me. “You’re arrived! Do you want something to drink? I can prepare something for you!”

“Hey Derek!” she replied, waving at me, seemingly quite happy with my proposal. “I don’t want to be too much of a bother! Some water would be great – well some water for someone as tall as me!” she completed, laughing.

I got what she meant. She was so massive that what would have been a relatively small cup for her would be an enormous jug for me. Thankfully, I had already taken it into consideration and I had prepared something able to fit her. Still, filling it with water took time and when I finally lifted it, straining my arms as I did so, I felt the tremors of the giantess who was fast approaching. As I looked over my shoulders, I noticed that she had reached me, but was putting down her stuff, putting out a veil large enough to make some shade for her.

“Do you want some help dear?” she asked me as she noticed what I was doing. “I don’t want you getting hurt to get me water, you know?”

“No, I should be fine, don’t worry” I replied as I lifted the enormous jug, half as large as my torso, made of a plastic barrel I had cleaned and filled with fresh water. “Here, I hope it’ll be enough for a starter!”

“Thank you Derek! You’re adorable! Certainly the best man I’ve met ever since I grew so humongous! It’s good to see that in spite of my size, you still know how to treat a lady as you should dear!”

I didn’t answer verbally, instead I just nodded. I kind of liked her but I could tell that Christina was a little too classical for my tastes, if you get my meaning. Not that I didn’t want to spend some time with her, to try and better understand her and all that. And even if nothing happened, just talking with her would be awesome. I could tell I had spent an incredible afternoon with a beautiful giantess that way, after all. But I wasn’t the kind of guy who would be able to give her something like that long term. Not at all, I had to be honest with myself, and for her.

I looked at her as she gulped down the barrel of water. It was impressive how easily she held it with just one hand. I’m not the strongest or burliest man on Earth, but I’m pretty confident in myself and I keep in good shape and even I had struggled to bring it around once it had been filled. And here was Christina to whom it certainly didn’t look any different from a plastic cup with some water in it. When she finished, she sighed and then blushed, as if she was a little ashamed to have demonstrated such a natural behavior, which I found a little surprising, but I decided I wouldn’t nitpick it, because she looked stunning blushing.

“Oh, sorry! I know I shouldn’t do that, but it’s so great to have some fresh water after a long walk!” she explained, sitting firmly under the shade, and removing her hat, allowing her long blonde hair to flow freely as she shook her head a little. “So, you told me you’ve lived here all your life? Do you happen to know any interesting stories about this place?” she asked me, surprising me a little.

“Well, yeah, a little. Do you want to hear the legend about the Natives who lived here before colonists took the land? It’s often very interesting and poignant, and very sad also, so…”

“It’ll be perfect” she cut me off, smiling.

So I started talking, sitting next to her. It was surprisingly tranquil, and Christina was an excellent audience, reacting accordingly to what was said in just the right way, without interrupting me, letting the whole story get out, for the best part of twenty minutes. And when it was over, the ice had thawed and we both felt a lot more comfortable with each other. We laughed and talked for several more minutes, until she stopped and looked at me almost a little shamefully, and I wondered what she had just thought about – and hadn’t to wait long to find out.

“Hum, I’m sorry to ask it out of you but… would it bother you to sit in my lap?” she asked me, turning an even brighter shade of red. “It’s not to do anything naughty! But I… I think it’d be more comfortable for me since you wouldn’t be as far away as you are now” she explained hastily, which almost made me laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine with it!” I instead replied, and got up from the ground to climb her – she gasped but said nothing and froze, which was surprising, I had never expected to see a giantess act like that around me. “Do you prefer if I sit near your knees or your thighs? I think the latter would be more comfortable for me but…”

“Thighs are fine!” she said quickly, sounding a little bothered but also with a hint of eagerness in her voice which caught my attention. “They’ll be more comfortable anyway, I think and I won't let you feel left out!”

So I went and sit on her and we kept talking. It was largely small talk and some fun adventures we had had over the years. But suddenly, I noticed that one of her hands was creeping closer and closer toward me. Christina didn’t say anything and, quite frankly, I was feeling so well on her like that, in a sort of innocent way that I didn’t want to break the mood. She was perhaps just moving it because she was searching for a better position for her arm. But as we talked, now I couldn’t help but notice the glances of those large blue eyes, and the way she sometimes blushed when she looked at me and I wondered where we were going.

I almost wanted to test my hypothesis by also moving my hands somewhere less safe than my own knees or even the top of her thighs. Her enormous breasts swayed there, just within my reach. They were truly stupendous, far larger than any I had seen on a normal woman – and yes, I know that living far away from the large cities mean that I didn’t see as many people as you could see there, but still, Christina’s were really enormous, even if they paled compared to Andrea’s. But I decided that I wouldn’t do that, because I wanted to truly see what kind of woman she was.

And my suspicions came true when her hand came to rest just next to me. She tried to play it cool but I could tell she was getting more than a little interested in me, and not just because of my personality. Her little fingers, which were probably longer than my hand from the tip of my middle finger to my wrist, started caressing the side of my legs, and I suspected that if I didn’t push her away, she’d soon put her fingers in less innocuous regions of my body. It was then that I decided that I could also caress her where I wanted and I lifted my left hand, to put it on the large orb nearest to hit, eliciting a shiver in the whole body of the beautiful giantess.

If I had expected it to be like the breaking of a dam, I would be disappointed. Christina proved to be more than a sexually frustrated woman. She clearly enjoyed what I was doing, and she replied in kind by caressing me some more, and closer to my crotch and torso, while I used my two hands to try and fondle her tits. I say try because they turned out to be far heavier than I had expected, and denser than any I had ever played with. They were closer to iron balls than flesh, but they were also hot and very soft underneath the little dress she was wearing, and her bra, which groaned under their weight, I finally noticed.

It was after almost two minutes of fondling that I felt her fingers trying to snake under my shirt – and as you can expect, I did nothing to prevent it. I felt confident that Christina wouldn’t hurt me. In spite of her size, she was clearly wanting to have someone else take the lead, unable to listen to her own urges entirely, but once she had started, she seemed very eager, which I like a lot in a woman, if you want to know. Anyway, as I felt her fingers on my skin, I managed to put my hands inside her dress and below her bra, and was rewarded awesomely.

“I’m sorry Derek… I didn’t want to… but I’ve been so lonely since I turned into… this” she pleaded, as if I was unwilling to go further, as if my hands caressing her prodigious rack weren’t proof enough that I was a willing participant!

“Don’t worry… We’re only humans, it’s okay to let go of pretenses, from time to time, as long as we both enjoy it” I replied, enjoying the way she shivered under my ministrations, even if the prize of it all, the nipples, were far out of my reach. “We just need to consider it as a good time for both of us at the same time.”

It was pure bullshit, the likes of which never works… except if the other person is really horny and in need of satisfying her urges. Christina was such a woman right now. I could have told her anything and she’d have agreed, as long as it meant she got to fuck me or at least sexually get some release. I didn’t tell her anything. I didn’t want to use or abuse her. I wanted to have some sort of sexual release myself, and we were both agreeing to it. Any of us could have said no, and I can tell you I’d be the one unable to prevent her from doing anything – yet I felt I was the one in charge and that she wanted me to set the rhythm.

It was something I had never expected with a giantess, but it was also great, in a way. She gave me so much power it was exhilarating. I almost wanted to go wild with it, I felt drunk. But I didn’t, because I think that, deep down, I’m a good man. I got up, extending my hands further on her breasts, making him whine a little as I did so. But they were also too heavy and I couldn’t make them bulge more than a little, not enough at all for me. I wanted to massage them, as I knew it was the kind of foreplay she’d love. So I decided to take the rein she had given me and use them!

“Can you lay down, a little?” I asked her. “I want to make you feel good and it’d be easier that way” I explained, as I removed my arms from her orbs.

“Oh, yes, of course” she replied, her voice heavy with lust now, but also quite submissive.

She let herself fall on her back, while extending her legs. It was a surprising moment for me, it wasn’t unlike being on a boat, in a way, coursing through powerful current, but it didn’t last long and I was soon greeted by the sight of the two large mounds of Christina, which seemed to gain in width what they lost in length when she was on her back like that. But they were still quite impressive and as I sat, I realized with some stupor that each of them would have been large enough to make a great sofa for me. It was truly impressive.

Even better was the way she was gentle and waited for my actions. I decided that removing her top was the first thing to do, thankfully I suspect she had such a goal in mind for this day, since she wore a buttoned shirt, which meant that I could open them easily, while enjoying the slow reveal of her enormous cleavage underneath. And each time I removed one button, she sighed and shifted, moaning a little. It was absolutely incredible to be able to induce such a reaction into a woman who was almost thrice my size, really!

She didn’t say a word as I did that but she needn’t to. I could hear her breathing, I couldn’t help but notice how much her torso moved in rhythm with it, her breasts wobbling, barely contained by a bra which seemed heavier than most of the furniture in my home, I realized. It wasn’t surprising, considering how dense her tits seemed to be. I could have walked on them without denting the skin at all I suspect, but I didn’t try it just yet. Just releasing the nipples would be enough to make me happy for the moment.

It turned out to be harder than I expected however. For starters, since I couldn’t really make the breasts move out, it meant I had to focus on the bra itself? But that thing was too damned heavy, and I started to feel tired just trying to make it bulge, even if Christina seemed to like my efforts. Still, it was frustrating as hell because I noticed the faint outline of her nipples appearing, as her arousal grew. I wanted to suck on them so bad, to nibble them… I realized with some sadness that I’d require some help here, hopefully it wouldn’t break the mood…

“Sorry to ask you to do that Christina but could you help me remove your bra?” I finally asked, as my cheeks burned bright red – which is dumb since dealing with a giantess is quite different from anything one can ever hope to experience anyway.

“Yeah, sure” she huffed, her voice dripping with lust now, and she moved away her bra with so much speed that I almost fell on the ground when she lifted her torso to remove it entirely. “Oh, it feels so good to get rid of it!”

I don’t doubt it did felt good for her, when I noticed the places the bra had imprinted its mark on the flesh. It was a little frightening, because I hadn’t been able to do so, and I realized that the bra she wore so casually could probably be used to restrain a normal person. Of course, it also seemed she wore one a size too small, which didn’t really surprise me. Most girls who didn’t assume their weight seemed to do it. It’s kind of stupid if you ask me, but who am I to judge? Plus, I had better things to do, like nibbling at a nipple.

Said nipple was just as hard as the rest of her mighty boulders, but this time, it wasn’t a problem, quite the contrary. As I put it in my mouth, with some difficulty, I felt Christina’s whole body tensing for a moment then relaxing, and I started licking and nibbling at it. I had positioned myself so I could play with her other nipple with my hands while working on the one in my mouth, because I didn’t want either to feel unloved. The resilience of this bud of flesh meant that I could really bite it without any risk of hurting the giantess I was on, which was great for an obviously quite varied lot of reasons, as you can guess!

It tasted salty – not by a lot, but just enough to be noticeable, and I must confess I liked it. It made her taste unique in a way, because it wasn’t the salt you could taste in your food or the sea, it had a unique quality which I liked a lot. My tongue explored that rock hard flesh with a lot of delight, while my fingers played with the other, which refused to move even a little under their ministrations, but it was clearly enough for Christina, who was now moaning and shivering underneath me. I felt myself getting extremely aroused, but I chose to focus on her and not me – often a recipe for disaster if done too much, but when having sex? It works.

In the current situation, it was definitely the right thing to do. Not that it wasn’t frustrating, of course, but I could tell that this particular giantess would have been grossed out if I started pleasuring myself on her. Christina was very much a prude, even when having sexual foreplay. It was best to remain cautious and just enjoy her large orbs, I was absolutely certain that other giantesses were waiting for an opportunity to be a lot crasser and more honest when it came to sex. I could as well enjoy this day without tainting it, thanks to it.

“Oh Derek” she moaned, as her fingers suddenly descended on me. “I’ve been so pent up since I started growing! Nobody wanted to be with me! I… I’m so happy to be here today!” she raved, her fingers caressing my back tenderly.

Then she tore my shirt off, effortlessly. It was absolutely incredible. One moment she was all tender, the next I knew the game was on, and she was rutting. And she didn’t stop with my shirt, she ripped all of my clothes in mere seconds, leaving me butt naked, but still with my shoes on. It was the strangest experience I had had with a giantess so far, but it was far from the last. She groaned and shifted underneath me and gently removed me from her nipples, which I didn’t like very much, to be honest.

“Let me titfuck you, please” she moaned as she looked at me, her eyes all glazy. “Let me suck on your dick, Derek. Please… I love it when a man’s above me, dominating me.”

What would you have done in my situation? Of course I did as she wanted, I just stopped to remove the shoes and be entirely naked, until I shoved my penis between her monstrous orbs. They were truly ginormous now, I could never expect to actually peak from the other side, but it wasn’t the point. The point was that a giantess was looking at me all enamored and submissive, and was biting her lips, reacting to me being here and gently following with the rhythm I picked, and it was enough to send me into overdrive.

I can’t tell you how long I pumped myself between her breasts. Long enough to have sweat everywhere. It was a hot day and Christina’s body was also quite warm, and getting warmer as she got more aroused and into it. But I didn’t blow my load here and there. Not that it wasn’t comfortable but I like long foreplay and I’m able to contain it, which was always great, but even more so when making love to a five meters tall woman. She was to be satisfied and even if I doubted she’d want to see me again after today, she’d remember it fondly, I swear.

Soon, I decided that I wanted her mouth around more than her tits. She whined a little when I got up and scaled her, but she quickly calmed down when she realized what I was doing. Usually, I’m not too fond of blowjobs. Not that they don’t feel good, but I don’t find them comfortable. Either I have to be standing with the girl on her knees, or I have to be careful not to sit on her throat if she’s on her back. But with this giantess, I had no such worries and she eagerly engulfed my shaft in her cavernous mouth when it presented itself near it.

“Holy shit!” was all I could gasp when her tongue swirled around my dick; now it was absolutely impossible to not blow my load, but she didn’t seem to mind, almost purring when she gulped it down, without letting me go, pumping me dry as she kept sucking.

We kept at it for far longer than I had expected. Most of our afternoon was spent having sex, one way or another, stopping only when I was really too tired, even if dominating Christina was a strange experience in itself. She got up and get her clothes back. She seemed vaguely ashamed of what she had done to mind and she almost dashed away, leaving me panting and also a little amused. It was time to return to the app, and search for the really tall ones, I decided.

Chapter 4

Word Count: 4033

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 4

I had half expected for it to be hard – some of those girls really didn’t want to post pictures of them after their growth, and didn’t presented their height, which made it harder to guess if they were just slightly taller than normal peoples, or already in the mini-giantess zone I wanted to get out, to meet some really big gals. But there were some, in the ten meters and plus range, which attracted his attention. They seemed harder to please however, because he hadn’t a match with one of them until several hours after he started liking their profiles.

And one of those really struck my fancy. For starters, she seemed really proud of how round she was, which was great. I didn’t want to meet up with someone who was ashamed of herself anymore. Secondly, she didn’t hide that she had sexual needs equal to her size. And finally, she loved her new height, towering at a whooping twelve meters tall, making her some really big gal. She was called Jessica and she seemed to be really funny and dominant. She didn’t shy away from the fact that if I wanted to meet her up, it was because I loved big girls and she told me in no uncertain terms that she’d make use of it.

And she had one picture in particular which impressed me. She was standing tall next to what was clearly an old, rusted, bus which had been lifted to stand on its rear. It was a little bent and broken and I was almost willing to bet that when it had come crashing down on the ground again, it had broken into many pieces. But most importantly, it was slightly smaller than she was. And there were traces of her fingers imprinted in the rusted hull. It was absolutely stunning and a good reminder that those giantesses were really extremely tall.

We agreed to meet the next day. She had some things to do and she would be here only around noon, but I was okay with it, since it could possibly mean that I’d have time to prepare the ground, especially by buying a lot of food. She was an eater after all, I already knew she had been before the Pandemic, and there was no way she wouldn’t be one now. It occupied most of my day, and the next morning of course, but I felt I was able to cook enough for both of us, with time to spare for a quick shower, before I jumped into a short t-shirt, waiting for Jessica to arrive.

And what a sight it was when she did! She was absolutely gigantic compared to me, easily dwarfing all the women I had met who had changed because of the Pandemic. It was absolutely mind-blowing and I won’t lie, I had a sudden wave of terror wash over me – how couldn’t I, when I noticed that she could easily crush me, and possibly even eat me whole if she wanted to – which seemed dubious, to my knowledge no giantess had eaten anyone –yet. I couldn’t wait to see how the ground endured her stomping around.

“Hey Derek! I’m glad to see you’re really here! And damn, it smells so fucking good! I hope you’ll have prepared something for you, because I’m famished, and in case you haven’t noticed, I eat a lot, especially since I grew a little!”

She stopped just close enough to be able to see me beyond the rim of her enormous tits, which protruded far from her torso since they were massive and supported by a belly which, while not monstrously bloated, was large enough to support her rack easily. It was a sight to behold. She had a far more casual look than Christina, and also a lot more confidence. She made me feel incredibly small, and yet I wasn’t afraid as much as aroused. After all, I could tell she would be playful, and it opened a lot of possibilities.

“Man, you look absolutely stunning” she boomed, waving at me and smiling as she did so. “It’s a fucking shame I’m as tall as I am – or you’re so short – otherwise we’d have been able to have some serious sex before lunch, it always makes the food taste better in my experience” she finished, before letting out a roaring laughter.

I won’t lie, I was a little surprised by how open she was to her sexual desires. Most peoples – men and women of course, but mostly women – were kind of too shy to voice such ideas. But I could tell from her grin that she wasn’t doing it to make me confused or anything, she really meant it and she wanted to see what I’d do now. I guess it was a way for her to set the mood and let me know what she wanted most and then act accordingly. After all, I suspected that if I tried to weasel my way out of it while still clothed, I’d have a lot of trouble coming my way. So I did the only thing I could.

I looked at her straight in the eyes as I removed my top. She gasped loudly and blushed, her pale white skin turning quite an interesting shade of red, even as her long black hair swayed around as she shook her head, clearly pleased by what I was doing. And she didn’t seem to want to be outdone because she started to struggle with the buttons of her shirt. I didn’t stop too long to look however, I wanted to show her that I really meant business and was more than ready and able to have sex before eating.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Didn’t expect you to be so eager Derek” she laughed as she dropped her shirt, revealing her titanic bra and starting to unclasp it, looking mightily sexy doing so. “I’m really glad I came here today. Just so you know, I always loved dominating my mates, so I hope you’re really ready for me, little man!”

I nodded, unable to say one word as she finally ditched bra alongside her shirt, letting them fall to the ground to her left. I kid you not, those things fell very slowly, her bra cups acting more like parachutes than anything I had ever seen, which should have been impossible, because when they collided with the ground, they did so with a loud thud, betraying the reinforced steel used to try and contain the glorious mammaries of the giantess, which a very honorable result, to be honest. And her shirt was definitely large enough to be a tent for me.

And she wasn’t over. It was clear than when she said she wanted to have sex, Jessica meant good old fashioned fucking, because she started to remove her trousers. Those were probably a size too small I guessed, or she had had them made before fully stopping her growth, in all directions. Or she had just gained some weight since then, which was a little frightening, because she’d need to eat a monstrous amount to do that, at her size. But her clothes were definitively plastered on her skin here, there was just no denying it for me.

“Hum, do you think you could help me with my shoes?” she suddenly asked me. “Honestly, they are a pain in the ass to remove, especially the knots. I’m just too big for that. It’d be awesome if you could at least unknot them, you know?”

“Uh… yeah, sure, I can try it” I replied, a little taken aback by her request, but I guess it made sense – if she bent forward to remove her shoes, she’d have a hard time reaching them indeed. “Not sure I’ll be able to remove them without your help however.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be fine once you’ll have done that!” she chirped, grinning at me. “But you won’t get to see the real treasures I have until I’m out of my shoes!”

It was my turn to grin now, and I had a great incentive to make sure those knots would be undone fast. But as I approached her shoes, I realized it’d be harder than I assumed. For starters, the top of her feet were easily forty centimeters above the ground so I’d have to squat for quite some time or sit on her foot. And then, the knots were made of what looked like cables. I don’t know who the idiot who designed them is, but untying them would be an uphill battle, one I was very willing to wage, for the opportunity to see Jessica’s panty and what lay beyond.

“Okay, so it may take me a little time” I grumbled as I started to try and force the cables to move, even a little. “I hope you’re not in a hurry…”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine! Take your time, I like a man who endures things for a long time” she replied, and even if I didn’t look up, I could picture her smiling widely.

It wasn’t necessarily really reassuring, but I had no other choice than to try and do that. I decided to blindly pull the laces. I needed to understand the knots first. It turned out that they seemed rather basic, the same ones I used for my own shoes. Of course, their size meant that it was harder to unknot them, but I took my time and after almost five minutes, struggling with their friction, I finally managed to do it with one of her shoes. I just had to do that a second time, but first I let out a roar of victory, before falling to the ground when the giantess moved her foot as she laughed.

“Oh man, I had forgotten how funny it could be to be with someone. Ever since I broke the five meters mark, nobody seemed brave enough to meet me. I’m really glad that I came here, Derek. But do you think you could do it quicker for the other foot? I wouldn’t want you to make you go crazy, but I’m starting to get a little wet down there – or well, up here for you, I guess!”

I didn’t answer just yet, instead getting up, removing some dirt from my naked torso, and then sat on her other shoe. It was easier and quicker to unknot them, since I knew where I needed to pull, even if it remained exhausting, since I struggled with the laces themselves. Still, in half the time it had required me to undo the first one, I got up and moved away, so that Jessica could remove her shoes. She noticed right away and did so, by sending them flying over my head and crashing down a dozen of meters away or so, mercifully not colliding with anything I owned.

“Oh shit, I hope I didn’t break anything” she mumbled, before shaking her head, letting her dark hair cascade on her shoulders. “Oh well! You have earned some great reward anyway, so I hope you’ll like it!” she finished, letting her trouser fall down to her ankles before stepping out of it, giving me quite a sight indeed. “And just you wait until I’ll have removed that little, irritating, piece of cloth” she finished, laughing and pointing at the string she was wearing.

“Yeah, I can tell it’ll be incredible” I bubbled, as I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I was stunned by the very fact that a string, a lace string even, was able to endure the strain that Jessica’s enormous ass and equally large thighs had to exert a lot of pressure on it. And yet, the pink thing managed to still hide the maw beneath. But it couldn’t do anything for its juices, which seeped through it, a testament of the giantess’ arousal. And I was the cause of it, even while I hadn’t done anything really remarkable. I won’t lie, it’s an awesome feeling, especially because I knew that physically stimulating her would be harder.

“But if you get yourself cleaned, at least the whole upper torso, arms included, it’d be great” she then told me, as she played with the rim of her panty, clearly teasing me.

I got the message loud and clear. She wanted me to use my whole upper body to get pleasured – perhaps she just even wanted to shove me inside of her, which I was in all honestly perfectly fine with. And I needed to be clean – or clean enough – for her to do that. After all, at her size, cleaning her insides was easy for someone like me but far harder for her, and if she could avoid getting anything dirty in it, it was definitely the best. I didn’t want an angry giantess who knew where I lived who had had an infection in her privates because I didn’t clean myself well enough!

I rushed inside to my shower. Better to be safe than sorry, but I wanted to do it fast. I almost jumped out of the few clothes I still had, and walked into it without even waiting for the water to get a little warmer. I shivered but didn’t care one bit. In less than five minutes, I had washed my hair, and my whole body, and walked out of the house, entirely naked save for my lace-less shoes. I didn’t want to get even the sole of my feet dirty. And I was greeted by an incredible sight, as Jessica was laying, her feet toward my house and her legs wide open.

“Come on tiger, don’t be shy. It doesn’t bite… but it sucks quite a lot” she guffawed as I stood frozen in place.

Answer honestly. What would you have done if you had been in my shoes? Would you have really turned around and run, terrified? Stuck in place, perhaps? If so, we are very different, because I dived right in. I kept my shoes for the time being, but I started almost immediately to caress those pink folds, which I clearly liked, considering how Jessica almost immediately started to moan and shiver lightly. And I could do that and lick the tangerine-sized clit of the giantess, without even having to truly bend or lean toward it at all. Truly an incredible experience.

It was even easier than I had expected. Jessica turned out to be very reactive to my lightest touch, and while I didn’t want to enter her just yet, because it did seem dangerous, I felt I could make her cum without risking a limb. Of course, it’d only hold true for as long as she wanted it, because she could probably catch me, lift me and drive me down without me doing anything to prevent it. Not that I’d want to do that, mind you. But it’s always best to not get away with the pleasantries when you’re having sex for the first time with a new partner, if you ask me.

“Of yeah, that’s wonderful” she moaned, when I lightly pressed her clit.

I must tell you I found myself a little tired in the arms, fast. Not because her folds were as hard and resistant as a normal person’s back or arms. But it was dense enough that I couldn’t just caress it and produce the best effects. I guessed it was because her size had made her a little less reactive down there, or she had always been harder to please than most of my former partners. I continued undaunted. I knew I had what it took to really make Jessica go wild before going wild on me, if you get what I mean by that.

I couldn’t see her face, of course, partially because she was too damn tall, but mostly because of the size of her breasts and – to a lesser extent – of her belly, which totally blocked my view. It was a little frustrating – because I love to see the effect of my work on a woman, often they look absolutely magnificent when they are reaching their orgasm, if you ask me. But it was also exhilarating, the very fact that I was going down on a woman over ten meters tall. I felt myself getting real hard, and I almost gave in and tried to ride her just yet, but I wasn’t willing to give in to temptation just yet.

I was startled when one of the enormous legs around me lifted itself and then fell again on the ground, with a loud thud, leaving a deep imprint into the ground. It was really a good reminder that, no matter how much I seemed to be in charge here, I wasn’t at all. If Jessica just closed her legs a little, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything to prevent her from doing so. Her legs were high enough that to get out of them, I’d need to scale them, which wouldn’t be an easy fit in a bind. And it turned out I was right to be worried about such an event.

“Okay, enough of that” she sighed. “I need to be in charge, and that’s how I’ll cum, little Derek” she groaned, as she closed her legs on me – not brutally but fast enough that I couldn’t avoid being trapped by them, as expected I guess. “Yeah, now that should be good. Lick me lover, it’ll be the best sex you’ll ever have, believe me!”

I panicked for a moment, who wouldn’t have? But I quickly realized that she wasn’t trying to hurt me, she just wanted to assert her dominance over me. So I did what I was told, which was easier said indeed than done. You see, her thighs were close enough that leaning forward to lick her down there turned out a little hard, since her flesh didn’t seem to be pliant at all, which surprised me, until I realized that I’d have probably needed a lot more strength than I possessed, if I really wanted to free myself, even just a little.

So I did what I was supposed to do and licked her. It wasn’t comfortable, not one bit, but it was also somewhat arousing. She dominated me so thoroughly that I couldn’t help but be impressed by her boldness. She truly wanted me to be submissive and I was happy to oblige, at least for the time being. Not that I’m a super submissive man, of course but I really appreciated the way she was happy to make herself the dominant one today. It wasn’t brutal or anything like that so it was incredible to be a part of it.

It was then that her hands descended on me – at least one all the time, sometimes the two of them – which massaged and scratched my back. It was a surprise but I appreciated it, it made it clear that I wasn’t just a prop and that Jessica cared about me enough for the whole experience to be pleasurable. It became clear however that it wouldn’t last, since I couldn’t do more than caress and lick her and I could tell, from her smell alone, that the giantess which was pinning me down wanted more – and so did I, even if I was afraid of what she’d do now. Well, not really afraid but you get my meaning.

“Oh yeah, that’s great. But I want you inside, Derek. Inside of me, and not just your dick, stallion” she sighed, giving shape to what I both dreaded and waited for with bathed anticipation.

She unpinned me, letting me fall on the ground when the support of her thighs was removed. I shook my head a second before I felt large fingers coiling around my torso. I marveled at their size, since each of them was almost as wide as my arms. She lifted me from the ground with such ease that I realized how strong she was, it was absolutely mind-blowing. And she chuckled when she saw my erect penis, going so far as to play with it a little with her other hand, whose fingers dwarfed it – and by now you should know that I’m quite large down there!

“Well shit, I’d loved for you to mount me before my growth” she sighed, looking longingly at it. “But then again, I guess you are bigger than your dick” she added, looking straight at me and grinned, licking her lips.

I wondered for a split second if she’d just shove me inside of her head first, which was an experience I both craved and dreaded. But thankfully, she didn’t. She lifted me high and then put my feet into her folds and pushed until I was waist deep inside of her. She hollered and shivered and I felt a great pressure on my lower body, especially my dick, which was pressed against the slippery walls of her pussy. It was absolutely incredible and I felt my eyes rolling as Jessica started to grind me down inside of her. We both gasped and our breathing quickened in unison.

Obviously, I struggled a little, but it was more to stimulate her than out of fear for myself. The suction on my lower body may have been extremely powerful, it was also quite pleasing, if I’m being honest. Even the pressure of her fingers on my torso, which made it a little harder to breathe, was surprisingly pleasing, if only because she massaged me, caressing me even as she used me as an oversized dildo. Don’t ask me why, but I found it surprisingly satisfying and stimulating knowing that I was too big for her, in a way. Dumb pride I guess.

We kept at it for god knows how long. I came inside of her, several times even, and I’m pretty sure she noticed, but she didn’t seem to care one bit. None of those women did, it was really strange. Usually, they were naturally very against me not wearing protection. I started to wonder if it wasn’t an after-effect of their growth. Perhaps that they have their inhibitions erased by it, or perhaps it’s even replaced by an urge to mate. I wasn’t sure which I found more frightening, that they could get pregnant without caring one bit or actually wanted to get a child!

In any case, I hadn’t much time to ponder about it just yet, since Jessica increased her pace, as she pushed me deeper in her, only to almost remove me. Her voice, as deep as it was because of her size, nonetheless became high pitched as she fervently pleasured herself, nearing her climax. Even then, I felt relatively safe, she didn’t increase the strength of her grip on me, after all, which was great and I focused on becoming as still as possible while also making sure that my legs didn’t get caught into something – I was fairly certain that she’d sooner break them than realize the danger I would be in if it happened.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” she wined, as she kept increasing her pace, so much that I started to feel a little nauseous and I swear I started to feel my brain colliding with the inside of my skull. “That’s so good! That’s so good!”

She let out a loud roar when she finally came, her fingers leaving me to grasp at the ground near her legs, burrowing deep into it and opening small trenches, as I’d discover soon enough. As it was, I was left panting – and cumming, inside of her as her whole body tensed, her humongous breasts seemingly increased in size before my eyes, until I realized it was just her breathing increasing so much that it gave me this optic illusion. In any case, it was absolutely awesome, and I felt very sad when I was removed from inside of her.

“Oh, that was awesome” she said once we had gotten cleaned and clothed again. “I’d really love to do it, but… you’re a tad too tall for my likes Derek! Sorry!”

And with that she was gone, leaving me scratching my head. I certainly hadn’t expected to hear that I was too big while meeting giantesses!

Chapter 5

Word Count: 4141

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/04/2025

Chapter 5

I spent two days off the app. Not that I didn’t want to return and try to hook up with a giantess, but I had other stuff to deal with. Namely that my ex, Tori, had been diagnosed with the Growth Virus and she was kind of freaking out. I guess I could understand why, she had always been worried about what people would think of her girth and size and height. For her, growing taller and fatter was certainly a horrible experience and she needed someone to release some steam. It turned out it was me and for two days she called for hours. When she was finally taken to the hospital for a proper examination, I got myself some time to breathe and search for giantesses.

When I did, I was surprised by the number of women who seemed to have popped in my general vicinity. Perhaps it was just because more giantesses had appeared and were starting to get relocated around here… but a part of him secretly hoped that those busty bombshells shared some sort of discreet network where they talked about cool guys and that I was deemed one of those. Maybe it sounds stupid but believe me, when you’re dealing with mountainous women like them, it’s for the best to brush up your ego, and otherwise you’ll probably end up as nothing more than a usable plaything for them.

Finding a match would be easy, I was almost certain of it, so I searched for something very specific. Just around ten meters tall wouldn’t be enough, I wanted to try and see if I could match with a narrow range of parameters. For starters, I decided that I’d pick an ethnicity. To err on the side of caution when it came to the number of potential profiles, I chose Caucasian. Then I picked up the size. I wanted someone at exactly fifteen meters. Dumb perhaps, but I sure needed something to start on! And it seemed like a good starting point anyway.

Then I picked up the body type. Trickier that one. Not that all the giantesses weren’t busty, but there was busty and bustier, if you know what I mean. And while I do love BBW, I wanted to try and see if I could find one whose breasts eclipsed her waist so much that she’d look almost slim in comparison. Once I was satisfied, I started searching and almost immediately, I stumbled on one profile. The name was Kaitlynn and while she wasn’t as busty as I hoped for, I found her absolutely entrancing. In another world, I may as well have ended with her had she been the tallest thing on Earth.

As it was, I was content with just meeting her, hooking up and seeing where it went from there. I almost immediately sent her a like. Less than five minutes later, we had a match and we hit the ground running. In less than an hour, I learnt that she had relocated last week into the neighborhood, so to speak and that she was extremely eager to meet me, something I’d be happy to oblige, of course. Tomorrow, when I’d have rested some more and our heads cooled a little, because I could tell from her messages that she wanted sex.

Still, we settled on a date the next day and I went to bed early that day. I expected a wild day ahead, and as you’ll soon see, I was not disappointed. When she came, Kaitlynn proved all I had expected and more. I was outside, looking to the west when I saw her approaching from far away. It was a sight to behold, a majestic colossus whose curves swayed as she walked. I felt my mouth go dry, it seemed that even after meeting several of the Grown, I could feel myself awed by their sheer presence. It turned out that she was curvier than I had expected by looking at her pictures.

Not that I’d complain about something like that of course. But the swimsuit she wore barely managed to contain her forms. Her breasts were incredibly massive, each easily thrice as massive as her head. She wore glasses, which gave her a sexier look somehow, and she clearly knew it. She was looking straight at me, grinning slyly as her hands started to caress her curves when she noticed that I was looking at her. Now I was gulping down hard. Had I bitten more than I could chew with her? Should I have been safer when it came to seeking a taller giantess?

She didn’t give me much time to consider any of it. It’s incredible how fast someone can walk when their legs alone are nearly eight meters tall. And what a pair of legs it was! I don’t think I’d do it justice by comparing each of them with a large tree trunk, because tree trunks don’t look as sexy nor as powerful as those two pillars of flesh did. And they allowed their owner to cover so much ground that while she had been distant at first, she closed in on me in a matter of minutes, stopping just far enough that I could see her eyes above the rim of her monstrous rack. God, what I had gotten into, and when would it truly start?

She didn’t say a word at first. She just stood there, looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes… and then she started to remove her swimsuit. She didn’t tear it down, as I could have expected, no, she gently and slowly got out of it. And I stood, as still as a statue, when I saw that. And when she freed her first tits, I realized that her “clothes” had been far sturdier than I had expected. That thing was even bigger than I had assumed and it seemed able to defy gravity in an arrogant way, her proud nipple standing perfectly erect, like the mouth of a gun.

“Well” she said, her voice deep and yet incredibly enticing. “I’d rather you remove your clothes yourself you know? Not that I’m against the idea of tearing them from you, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you with my nails, it’s hard to be careful when you’re as tall as me.”

What would you have done if you had been in my shoes as she continued to disrobe? Of course you’d gotten out of your clothes so fast the ground would be burning. I know for sure I did that and she seemed quite pleased considering how she chuckled at that sight. And when she lifted one of her legs to get out of the swimsuit entirely, all I could do was to gasp when I noticed the clean, shaved, pussy gawking at me. It wasn’t glistening with fluids yet, but I could tell she was getting excited, and it made me horny in turn. Well… hornier.

Once we were naked, she didn’t waste any time picking me up. I hadn’t been expecting that now. Perhaps you’ll think I’m naïve or something, but I fully was believing that she’d let herself on the ground, spread her legs and ask me to work on her privates to pleasure her. But now, she seemed to have other plans in head when her fingers closed on my torso, each far larger than my arms, which was quite frightening to be clear. But their hold was gentle and I was never in danger of having my ribs crushed because she’d lose control.

She didn’t bring me to her face. Instead, she used her other hand to push away her mammoth breasts and gently nestled me here. I gasped and froze when she let her orbs collide around me. I was utterly and absolutely trapped in here, feeling her heart beating, incredibly powerfully beneath her skin. It was surprising because I hadn’t realized that, obviously, her heart had to be far bigger than mine, even proportionally, to be able to keep her in good health. And her gravity-defying breasts kept me in her as she looked at me from above.

“Hum, you know… I’m so happy to have grown so much… I’d never have been able to do that when I was just a tiny little girl… well, a very busty one, of course” she laughed, which made me sway and get pressed some more by her tits. “And I think I can feel that it makes you happy too, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, it does” I admitted as I felt my dick going erect, but trapped between her mounds, and I licked my lips, focusing to not try and thrust my hips right then. “But I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect you to be there… I thought you’d want me to pleasure you.”

“Oh, believe me, you are pleasuring me” she growled sensually, pressing her breasts together, which made me gasp louder. “I’ve always loved playing with little dolls you know… so when I got the virus, I knew it was a Godsend, an opportunity for me to finally do what I’ve been wanting to do for years now. I hope you’ll share my fantasies today, Derek…”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I share them” I rasped, which seemed to please her, as her lips – enormous for me, but quite beautiful on her, if you want to know, parted in a smile. “I’ve always loved big girls, after all!”

She laughed at that again and beamed a smile at me, before tilting her head backward and pushing her torso forward, which made her monstrous breasts seemingly grow even more. She kept massaging them and I decided that I could probably do that also. I caressed her skin, which wasn’t as perfect as I had expected when I had seen her first photos. It wasn’t as if she had too much for her skin, if you want to understand. But she had dense skin and even denser fat beneath and I had to use a lot of strength to push in, but I was rewarded by a gasp and then a quickening of her heart.

She left me there for quite some time, I wouldn’t be able to tell you how long, when she was all that was on my mind. She started by stopping whatever she was doing at the front of her breasts, which, I suspect, had to do with her nipples, and gently pushed me forward. I wasn’t feeling too brave here, I can admit it – the fall to the ground would have been extremely long and probably deadly after all, but her tits were massive enough that even by parting them a little, there was no chasm where I could have fallen. And once she was satisfied with my position, she rocked my world.

She started to move, quite simply, if you want to know what she did. Perhaps it seems strange to you, but I assure you that being there while the giantess who has you trapped between her breasts simply walking is an incredible experience. And it was just the beginning. She started to dance a little even and her mounds pressed more on me, making me gasp and shiver as I felt my dick being encased in tons of boobs. I grasped the top of her breasts as much as I could and I started to thrust my hips forward.

She growled, pleased, when I started to do that and she shook her breasts more forcefully, clutching them as she danced around, her thundering footsteps crushing the terrain around my house. Her hands were firmly on her outer breasts and moved her breasts so fast it could have been sickened if I hadn’t been incredibly enthralled by all that was happening around me. How couldn’t I have been, when it was so obvious she was loving every second of it as much as I did, since she was moaning non-stop, even as I grunted, nearing my climax.

“Oh yeah, come on, get loose” she grunted as my breath quickened and my movements became more frantic as she pushed her breasts together even more. “Cum on me, I’m giving you the biggest tifuck of your life, aren’t I?”

“Yeah” was all I could answer as I felt my body tensing as it prepared to release my cum inside her cleavage.

“Come on, come on” she enticed me as she started to dance again, but kept her breasts well together to add some lovely pressure on me.

I didn’t last long – I never do it seems, when my living fetish is here with me. But honestly? I couldn’t give a fuck. Releasing my sperm all over her canyon of titflesh was enough for me. I grasped at her boobs as hard as I could and grunted loudly when my whole body tensed and then relaxed when my jizz had been sent out. It left me panting and wanting more, but it turned out that the giantess had other plans. Nothing too bad mind, it just happened that with my cum I had brought an end to the boobies part of the day.

She picked me out of her breasts and put me on her left shoulder. I was a little puzzled at first but when I saw what she did, I realized that if I had remained where I had been, I’d have been reduced to a gory pulp in a matter of seconds. Kaitlynn was pressing her breasts together. Not gently now. No, she was pushing them firmly against each other as hard as she could and then started to move one over the other, alternating between the two. They were almost caressing each other it seemed but it was such a spectacle that I barely noticed it, I was more taken by the sheer power needed to move those masses of fat.

When she was finished I was left puzzled as for why she had done that. Puzzled but also quite aroused. And then she parted her breasts and seemed to show the valley of her cleavage for me. It took me several seconds to understand what she was doing. She was showing me that no matter how much I had come onto her, with a modicum of sexy effort she had made it absolutely irrelevant. There didn’t seem to have any trace that I could see of my release on her. Perhaps it should have been emasculating, but all it did was harden my member some more.

And she obviously noticed it when, turning her gaze toward me – looking down at me still as I was standing on her shoulder, with one hand against her ear and almost losing my balance when she moved her head, she saw my dick. She smirked gleefully and pouting her lips, she beckoned me closer. I remained still for a moment of two. It wasn’t that I didn’t want what she was offering, it's just that I was self-conscious. Would she really be able to suck me dry? Wouldn’t I be too small to really pass her lips? Those are not great questions to ask oneself, I can tell you.

In the end, I didn’t hesitate too long. She was just too sexy, looking at me through her glasses, for me to resist her silent order. I walked on her shoulder toward her mouth – that alone is kind of crazy. Oh, it wasn’t much, two or three steps max, but I needed to walk to reach her mouth. That was absolutely incredible, better than anything I could have hoped for in the way of foreplay. And when her pink lips engulfed my member, I had stopped worrying about it being too short and that shit. I took in the bliss and was quite happy to do so.

It was strangely soft, almost velvety and when I looked forward, all I saw was her large black eyes looking at me – and I had to look slightly up. Her nose, which would have been petite and cute, had we been the same size, was probably large enough for me if I had wanted to. I put my hands on it to steady myself, moaning when I felt her tongue exploring my member. It was still a little raw and painful because of the stimulation it had experienced less than a minute before, but I managed to push past that and move my hips forward a little.

She sealed her lips once more and I tensed when she started to suck on them – more so than she did on my dick, since it was barely beyond her lips. It was still incredible. She wasn’t using too much force, it was just pleasurable enough, more so because of what it entailed than the actual sensations on my penis. But it was surprising how gentle she truly was; she could have been a lot more forceful, she could have put my whole lower body inside her mouth with ease, I suspect, and yet she didn’t. She didn’t even put her fingers on my back to force me in the position she wanted.

She breathed through her nose of course, and it produced a strong wind so close to me. It was hot and slightly humid and it pushed my legs, forcing me to steady myself better as it quickened, as she got more aroused or needed to take in more air to breathe as she sucked on me. But she was vast enough for me to get my footing and I decided to grasp at her nostrils to have a better hold on her. It clearly surprised her since I saw her eyes bulging for a second but she seemed to appreciate it as she smiled, her lips spreading and pushing tantalizingly on my penis.

I moaned when she started to use her tongue in conjunction with her lips and the suction. She only very lightly grazed the tip of my dick, but damn! It was simply too damn good for me to not vocalize it. I wouldn’t be able to keep it together for long. Sooner rather than later, I’d cum. It wasn’t bad of course, she clearly wanted it, but I was a little afraid to be too spent to do anything else if I came again so soon. I didn’t try to push myself away from Kaitlynn’s mouth of course. I’m strong willed but not that strong!

Suddenly, she stopped entirely. I was confused, even more so when she removed her glasses and threw them away. I didn’t hear anything breaking under their weight, so I dared to hope that they hadn’t landed on my roof or my car or anything which could have been crushed by them. But I was unable to turn away from those large eyes who looked at me with more than a hint of gleeful joy. I hadn’t much time to wait to discover what amused her, since she puffed her cheeks and blew me away – literally.

Oh, I didn’t fall too far, of course. She had quite the voluptuous landing zone for me to stumble upon, but for a moment or two, I really felt terrified. How couldn’t I? I was near fifteen meters away from the ground at that point and that’s a long way toward it when you don’t have wings – or at least a parachute. But when I landed on her soft, large, breasts, I joined her laugh with mine – even if I felt myself more relieved than really amused by her antics. Not that I told her that, it didn’t seem prudent – scratch that, intelligent.

She didn’t say a word and I didn’t dare talk as she looked at me, wondering what she’d do next to me. It was strangely exhilarating, almost liberating, to be at her mercy that way. I couldn’t do anything to prevent her from doing, well, anything to me, really. I know that I’m a tall strong guy, and ladies love it, most of the time anyway. But being allowed to not be dominant, to not have to be the one careful with the other party for fear of hurting her… it was both frightening and really great, so I decided that I would just lay on her tits for now.

I half expected her to say something, but it seems that Kaitlynn was a woman of a few words. Instead of speaking, she just lifted me as easily as she’d have had a feather and brought me back to her mouth. This time, she seemed more serious about giving me a blowjob. I could tell by the way her eyes really focused and her lips sealed a lot tighter on my member, while her tongue worked its magic on the tip of my dick. Nothing as big as it has any right to be so skillful and delicate, but here it was and I soon was coming again.

She moved me away from her mouth when I did, leaving me panting and firmly trapped by her fingers. And then she opened her mouth and showed me her tongue, sticking it out of her mouth. It was incredibly large, far more than my torso. And on this deep pink mass, there was a small speck of white. My cum, lost on it, looking incredibly unimportant, barely worth the notice. And yet, Kaitlynn had closed her eyes and was moaning in pleasure. She tilted her head backward as she brought her tongue back inside its cave and gulped my meagre release, tracing it with a finger.

“Oh yes… that’s why I’m so happy for this goddamned virus to have come and swept over the damned world” she growled, opening her eyes and looking at me again. “I freaking love being able to do that to you, and especially the fact that you can’t do anything to oppose me. And I think you love it too, don’t you, my big man?”

“Yeah, I do,” I gasped, panting in her hand.

It’s a strange thing to say, but at that very moment I knew I’d be able to live with a giantess if she was gentle and sexy like Kaitlynn. Not that I was really willing to settle with her – or anyone for the moment! I’m still young and I didn’t feel ready for such a lengthy commitment of course. And I could tell that Kaitlynn wasn’t interested either. She was still enjoying the joys of her growth too much to just share them with one guy. I could get it, if I had been in her shoes, I’d have done the same – plus she was super sexy, why not use it too?

We kept at it for the best part of the day. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as tired as I used to be with the smaller ones, but it was probably because she didn’t let me do much. She didn’t used me like a sex toy either, not really. But she was in charge and it meant she was the one doing to me more so than the opposite. It was strange at first but I managed to get into the mood to enjoy it a lot really fast. And the more I was into each of her playful moods, the more she seemed happy, until finally we were just lying on our backs, her on the ground, me on her stomach.

“Well, that was a wonderful day” she said and I felt her words vibrating from her immense body into mine – it was almost like a massage, really. “But I’ll have to go, I wouldn’t want to intrude on you and believe me, while I don’t need to eat as often as normal people anymore, I eat a lot more. Having me here would probably bleed your fridge dry. No hard feelings?”

“None,” I replied, chuckling. “I knew from the start that we would only enjoy a great day together, don’t you worry!”

“Nice” she mumbled as she put one of her hands on me. “Don’t move and I’ll put you safely on the ground in a few.”

I did as I was told and waited for her to get up. She didn’t do it immediately but when she did, it was also an incredible experience to live through. Her mountainous breasts fell on either side of me, completely encasing me in boob flesh as she lifted her torso from the ground. Only her fingers, which had formed a cage around me, protected me from the onslaught of all those tons of tits. It didn’t last long, of course, but it was enough for me to get slightly erect once more, in spite of being as spent as I was. Then she dropped me on the ground and all I could do was look at her going up, and up, and up.

“Well… see you around if you want to have some more of that!” she boomed, waving at me and walking back into the sunset.

Chapter 6

Word Count: 4016

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 6

I was driving my truck, as fast as possible, considering the state of the road. Which, mind, was excellent, if you took into consideration the fact that there hadn’t been a freaking road here for much longer than a month or two, and it seemed that the peoples living around here didn’t really cared that the only way to reach their homes was a vague path on the ground, basically just maize-less ground as far as I could tell right now. But wait a minute, I hear you ask. Why are you driving so fast, and where are you going? All fair questions, really.

To be blunt, I was driving like a madman because someone very sexy and very horny had told me that she was home alone and wanted to meet me, and I couldn’t pass it up. You see, I had matched with one lady named Mackenzie. Long brown hair, with a tinge of red in it perhaps, plump in just the right way and, of course, taller than average. Much taller. She was twenty meters tall, and while it made her self-conscious when being around buildings made for normal-sized persons, she wanted to hook up, so things had led to another and here I was, driving toward her home.

I passed near several others before I approached her. It seemed that the giantesses liked to live further apart than normal peoples, which seemed natural, but also segregated themselves by size. I had to drive through the neighborhoods of the five and ten meters before approaching the twenties, and I can tell you I was already starting to feel quite small long before I stopped before the address she had given me. It was almost as if I was leaving the normal world to enter one made for giants. I dimly wondered if she felt as if she entered a doll’s world when she left, but her appearance drove those thoughts away.

She wasn’t naked, or even in a swimsuit or anything like that. She was just wearing her usual clothes, which were obviously tailor made, since they suited her perfectly. They weren’t even anything too risqué or anything like that. Just… plain old clothes. But it reinforced the feeling that she wasn’t enormous so much as I had been shrunk somehow. And when she looked at me and smiled, almost timidly, it was really enticing, so I almost jumped out of the car, barely taking the time to close it and put the keys into my pocket.

“Hey Derek” she boomed, her voice deep and somewhat sultry, but more because of her sheer size than anything, I could tell it thanks to the innocent smile on her face. “Come on in! I don’t want you to get uncomfortable staying here and looking at me from so low, it must hurt your neck!”

“Oh, thanks!” I bumbled, realizing that she was standing on a stair, which was just high enough that climbing it wasn’t that easy for me, but I did manage to do it alone. “Go on, show me the way!” I chuckled when I did.

She smiled and turned around. Gosh, she looked stunning even from the rear! In fact, that her clothes fit her made the movements of her butt as she walked away absolutely breathtaking. It’s crazy how sex-appeal can be increased by stuff like that when the stars align. I dimly wondered what I’d feel if she had chosen a more revealing outfit. Perhaps it wouldn’t have had the same casual charm, which was driving me nuts right about now? In any case, I followed as fast as possible when I noticed her holding the door for me.

We walked together – and I meant it, together, she was very careful to not force me to run behind her like a madman, which was very considerate and not at all necessary if she hadn’t wanted to, since I wouldn’t have complained about something like that. In any case, she proved to be an incredibly gentle hostess, lifting me so I could sit on the table, next to a large variety of barrels, some of which sounded suspiciously full of water or other liquids when she moved them. She seemed a little self-conscious there for a time but quickly calmed down.

“So, Derek… I guess you like big women like you said online, since you came here but… uh… have you ever been with someone as tall and big as me?” she asked me, almost bluntly but also quite shyly.

“I’ve met some girls who have grown quite a lot but never someone who had broken the twenty meters mark… even if my last date was quite close to it… and yet you seem to be noticeably taller, while it should be just two meters.”

“Oh, yeah. Doctors told me that once we reach twenty meters, we all become… more impressive… I think he meant fatter but in a different way than normal, you know?”

Not really, I didn’t, but I nodded politely and it seemed she was happy with that. But I guess it made sense in a crazy sort of way – and a virus turning people into giants was crazy enough for me to roll with it. In any case, we talked for at least half an hour, discussing almost everything, from the speed of accommodations being built around here to what she wanted to do once all the heat would calm down enough. And finally, we drifted toward what we both knew we wanted. The sexy time, which seemed primed to be awesome.

“I… I just want to start it by saying that I… I have kind of a kink I never was able to live out before which I’d just want to try and live through today, if… if you’re okay with that!” she explained, almost hastily, while her pale cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I can understand that. I’m kind of living my kinks just meeting you, after all!” he said smiling. “But care to elaborate, that I know what I can expect? I think it’d help me make you feel better when we… when we’ll really start it all!”

“Well, you see… I… I always wanted to have a man against me while I wear my clothes” she blurted, blushing even more. “It’s super silly I know but… damn, now I can live it out in the best way!”

She looked almost pleading but I was a little surprised at how innocent she felt saying that. It seemed a little ridiculous to be so worked out about something like that. On the other hand, I remember how I was the first time I got to date a woman heavier than me! It was absolutely awesome, so I really couldn’t blame Mackenzie for feeling that way. So instead of being a judgmental ass, I nodded, smiled and encouraged her to tell me more. I’d got more than I’d bargained for anyway, no matter what we did, I was almost certain of it.

“I… I would want you to be comfortable of course, but I think if you could get naked, it’d… it’d help tremendously” she continued, and now she was looking away, red as a tomato.

“Sure, no problem for me I chuckled” and I started to get out of my clothes.

“Oh my God!” she yelped, putting her hands before her eyes. “I’m not sure I can… I mean… wow.”

Pro tip. When a woman is saying wow when she sees you naked, you can pretty much assume that, no matter what she’s saying otherwise, she’ll get you in her bed real fast. Or, in Mackenzie’s case, in her clothes. And as I looked at those huge juicy breasts, I couldn’t wait to try it on. I suspected that having a man on her was only a part of what she wanted but she was just too shy to admit it just yet. But as I looked at her, I decided that I could actually help her here. All I needed was to offer it to her in a backhanded way, and see if she took the bait.

“You know, while I’ll be on you; pleasuring you… don’t hesitate to live your life, as much as possible. I’m sure it’ll help you feel better about all of it” I told her, and she beamed at me, before blushing again and looking again.

“Really? That's awesome, thank you so much Derek!” she nonetheless replied, clapping her hands excitedly. “Do you… do you have somewhere you want to start on?” she then asked, as she extended her right hand toward me.

It was a harder decision to make than you’d expect, I think. I mean, the most obvious place would have been against her ass. Safer, since I’d be closer to the ground, so to speak, and perhaps easier to get out. But it’d also mean risking being crushed under her weight if they moved around just a tad too wildly when she’d be pleasured. It wasn’t a great prospect, I’m sure you’d agree, and it’d be without taking into question the difficulty to breath back there and the danger of some farts coming out – they are natural but I don’t like them on my face, thank you very much.

Another great option was to go to the front if going to the back of Mackenzie was too dangerous. And I’ll be honest, working on her pussy while hidden from the rest of the world? It had a cool ring to it, and I wanted to do that. But there was another danger, one I had to consider. It’d get really hot in there and wet to boot. And while even if she closed her legs I wouldn’t be crushed, it also meant that I’d be virtually trapped here with absolutely no hope to get out by myself if things get dicey. And sure, it was more or less the truth for all parts of her body, but it seemed particularly dangerous here.

So I could go for her breasts. As big as they were – which made them almost as dangerous as the rest, they had several interesting elements for me. For starters, I’d be able to crawl around them relatively safely thanks to the monstrous bras whose outline I could scarcely guess underneath the giantess’ shirt. And while it’d be possible for me to be pinned or even crushed if she wasn’t careful, I had the feeling she wouldn’t push her breasts together without purpose, and Mackenzie didn’t strike me as someone malicious enough to hurt me on purpose.

All things taken into account, the breasts were really the best choice and I told her so. She didn’t seem surprised nor disappointed, which was great. I did want her to have a great time after all, and it’d have been bad to start with some place she didn’t feel comfortable with. When her large fingers coiled around me and lifted me from the “ground” I had a little vertigo because she did that a tad too quickly for my taste but it was all for the best because in a split second I got to look down at her breasts. There was no cleavage to see here because it was covered, but their size seemed even more impressive from up there!

“I think we should decide of a code if you want to get out earlier or… or you don’t feel well, okay?” she told me as she started to push the hem of her shirt away so that I could enter it. “How about tapping me three times rapidly?”

“And what if I can’t move my arms?” I replied smiling. “I think biting you for a long time would be easier in most situations.”

She didn’t seem too enticed about it. I guess I can understand why. Usually, the prospect of being bitten for a long period of time isn’t exactly the best way to have a sexy time, at least for most people. But in our case, I doubted I’d even be able to hurt her, even if I were to really use all the strength of my jaws. At best it’d be a strange feeling, disagreeable but nothing too bad. At worst… she wouldn’t even feel it and I’d die. Perhaps I’m a little dumb, but I decided to take my chance with it, so here I was, crawling on her tits now.

It wasn’t unlike being under a tent, albeit one where the roof was really low. Even with our size difference, I was still a tad too tall to really be able to move easily here. And it was too damn hot, it was a good thing I was naked already. I was able to see something, which was great, at least. I didn’t feel like moving around in darkness. And it allowed me to take in the curves of the giantess I was exploring now. She was surprisingly tense underneath me, and I realized she’d need some time to relax, but for myself I was hard, if you get my meaning. She had some seriously great boobs.

They gave way a little under me, which surprised me. Perhaps at her size they weren’t as dense as I could have expected? Or she had always had soft breasts, instead of firm ones, and it had played its part? In any case, it was a surprisingly tiring experience, and I searched for the outer edge of the orb I was on. I wanted to find the nipple. I knew I wouldn’t be able to remove the bra nor even push it open enough for me to reach it directly, but I was confident that I could stimulate her nonetheless? And self-confidence is always important!

“Uh, I’ll be talking on the phone a little, if you don’t mind” she suddenly said, startling me. “If you don’t feel too comfortable, uh, let me know and I’ll do my best to make it a short call, okay?”

“Roger roger!” I shouted as loudly as possible, hoping that she’d hear me, as I resumed my work toward the nearby nipple – relatively nearby, in truth.

Not that it daunted me. Advancing was tiring a little sure, but the prize was enticing enough that I just couldn’t resist it. With a smirk, I kept crawling on the soft skin of Mackenzie as she started to call for something or another; honestly, it was surprisingly easy to drone her words out. What surprised me however was how relaxed and natural she seemed to be about the fact that she was literally living her kink. It was probably an indication that I wasn’t stimulating her that much of course. So I doubled down and soon I managed to pass over the edge of her breast and toward where I suspected her nipple to be.

“Oh!” she yelped when I touched it with my hands, I heard that loud and clear. “Sorry, I thought I had trampled on something, thankfully it was just my imagination” she hastily added.

I grinned. She was far more sensitive here than I had hoped for. Under my careful ministrations, her nipple was hardening at an incredible pace, but as far as I could judge from my position, she was able to get a good grasp on her voice and I doubted that the person on the other side of the line had any idea what was happening. It was both exhilarating and really arousing to be able to do that, I hadn’t expected it. I mean, I knew I’d like it but I hadn’t imagined that the idea of being pleasuring a giantess while she lived her life could be so great.

I focused on her nipple for some time more. I didn’t want to do it only here for too long, but I also wanted Mackenzie to know that I wasn’t rushing things, if it makes sense. I’m not sure it does. It was perhaps my way to feel I was able to last on her, like I’d prided myself in the fact that I wouldn’t cum in less than a minute when I was with a normal woman, I suspect. In any case, it allowed me to notice something. She didn’t really react to what I was doing so much as what she believed I did. I realized it when her nipple hardened far quicker while I had paused my work on it.

I guess it’s because she was far more aroused by the simple fact that she was living her life while someone was under her clothes than by what I was doing. A little emasculating perhaps, but it also had the advantage of making my work easier. All I had to do was to feel, so she’d know what I was doing and even that I was doing something, and she’d be pleased. Which gave me so much freedom to do whatever I wanted. I started to climb back her breast, positioning myself so my feet would rest on a nipple now large enough to accommodate them relatively easily.

I was able to caress the top of her breast that way without having to either lie on it or be awkwardly holding myself on its side. And when she moved, got up and started walking, with her monsters swaying only a little for her, but quite a lot to me, I was even able to keep my footing. She was still talking to someone, and sometimes it seemed that she was talking about her house and its accommodations. But you’ll excuse me, it wasn’t what I really cared about. I was instead starting to mull about what I’d do and if I’d take a great risk or not.

“Should I try the glide or not?” I asked myself, confident that Mackenzie wouldn’t be able to hear me. “It’d be super risky, but damn, it’s an opportunity, once in a lifetime even! Smaller gals wouldn’t do, taller ones would be far too dangerous for me to try it…”

I decided that caution be damned, I’d try my hand at a slide on her belly! Easier said than done of course, because first I had to reach the part of her shirt under her boobs. And, as stated, those things were both huge and not that firm, making it quite difficult to achieve my goal. But when I felt the vibration of Mackenzie’s heart quickening, I knew I was doing the right thing. She loved it, so did I, even if it was perhaps less sexually exhilarating than I had hoped for. All in all, it was still a great experience however, don’t get me wrong.

I almost got stuck when I tried to move past the curvature of Mack’s tit, but I managed to break free when she tugged a little at her shirt – whether to help me or because she was unable to not fondle herself a little but didn’t want to give in entirely to temptation. In any case, it prevented me from needing to bite her or anything. Instead, I found myself clutching at the fabric of the shirt, looking down in the dim light. Mackenzie was a fat woman, like most giantesses, but to be frank, she was surprisingly small in the belly department, now that I could see it.

That’s what decided me. Sure, rolls of fat would have helped me, I’d have just jumped on them and been done with it. But here, I’d have the opportunity to test the skin of the gigantic woman. With a grin, I propelled myself against it, colliding softly with it, before sliding – slowly. Of course it was slow, but it was also surprisingly awesome. I just loved the sensation of slowly falling off the body of the giantess he was exploring. I started kissing her skin, and I felt a shiver run through her enormous mass, indicating that she loved what I was doing, and she was still talking up here!

The slide came to an end far too quick however; but the prospect of climbing on the fabric wasn’t exactly enticing. She was too tall and it seemed to be far too much trouble for what it was worth. Therefore, I decided that I would rather explore her belly button and see what I could do here. Sometimes, it was a sort of a sensitive spot, and some women liked it when I stimulated it. In Mackenzie’s case, it was clear that it wasn’t entirely the case. Her body shifted when I started to caress her bellybutton, but nothing too incredible.

I took it personally. Dumb, I know, but I wanted to be able to look at her and know I had managed to make her orgasm, especially since I could feel that her talk was coming to an end there. It was absolutely unacceptable that I wouldn’t be able to have made her cum before that. I needed to try something riskier, something which would surprise her. Her pussy was to be stimulated, as best I could? Worming my way into her panties would be harder than anything I’d have done that day, but I was confident I could do that now.

She was getting up however and it meant I hadn’t much time to do what I needed to do. I rushed downward and managed to lift the panty enough for me to put my legs underneath it. Once I had done that, I knew that I’d be able to take my time to enter it. And when she got up, I didn’t fall, even if it was a little uncomfortable. Extending my legs and feet, I was able to feel some wetness. Nothing incredible, but it was enough to drive me downward, letting the panty cover my body, making it hard to breathe.

The air was really thick and the smell! The smell was incredible. I was rock hard before entering the panties, but if I hadn’t been, I would have gotten fully erect in a matter of seconds. I positioned myself as best I could to try and fuck Mackenzie. Crazy, I know, but it turned out that being an action figure compared to her meant that I could do that, while caressing her clitoris, which was surprisingly puny compared to her height and size. But it was quite sensitive, as I realized when she loudly gasped, and then hastily stopped the call.

Now I was grinning. It was something absolutely exhilarating for me, and I mean, if you had been in my shoes, wouldn’t have you been too? Being able to entice such a reaction in a twenty meters tall woman when you’re normal sized, of course it’s incredible for the ego. But even more than that, what I liked was knowing that she was living her best life right now, all thanks to me. It was a real bout of pride, but God damn it, yeah, that every move, every lick I did made her moan and shiver was the real prize, which allowed me to bask into it.

I managed to keep at it for several minutes I think. It’s harder to tell when you can’t really see the light or anything, or even judge if you have managed to do it the right way. After all, it was something new for me, even if I was starting to get used to making love to giantesses. And when I felt her large fingers descending on the outside of her panties, massaging my back, softly, gently, clearly enticing me to keep going, I did as Mack wanted. It was great to be in this place, at this time. I grunted, started to move my hips faster and came into her with a grunt. And then I bite it, I needed fresh air to get some energy back.

“Oh you were perfect Derek” she sighed when she fished me out, letting me dangle in front of her face, covered in my sweet and her juices. “I know I don’t want to have a real relationship for now, but if you ever feel the need to trail under clothes… call me okay?” she asked me, kissing me before bringing me to her sink, so I could get cleaned.

“I sure will!”

Chapter 7

Word Count: 4086

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/04/2025

Chapter 7

I had some pains in my joints for several days after my encounter with Mackenzie. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t walk around my home or something, but I was definitively stiff all over. But if you’d ask me if I’d do that ever again? Hell yes I would! I mean come on, who wouldn’t want to go down on a giantess like I did? But it was absolutely exhausting and I knew I’d need at least one week to get back in shape. I had to avoid that app for the time being, just to be safe. I didn’t want to get hurt trying to impress an even taller giantess, right? It’d have been dumb as hell!

What do you think I did? Of course, you’re right, one hundred percent, guaranteed. I returned to the app almost immediately. Don’t get me wrong, I knew that I couldn’t just let myself waste more time. There had to be more guys – or even girls – like me out there, who wanted to meet them. What if I saw all the taller girls being snatched away by someone while I rested? I had to take my chance again, and having survived Mackenzie relatively easily, I felt confident in going to the taller ones still. In fact, I didn’t want to meet a gal who was less than thirty meters tall.

Which reduced the pool of giantesses far more than I had expected. It seemed the app couldn’t even propose one for the first two days! It was absolutely insane, but it seemed that thirty meters plus girls were truly extremely rare even today, when news kept clamoring that more and more giantesses appeared, as if the virus was mutating more to produce taller women and also mostly make them grow instead of killing them. Which was great on both accounts for him, of course, but it clearly wasn’t yet a world of super-giantesses, sadly.

But finally, one girl appeared on my feed. The name was Meghan and she seemed to be even taller than what her profile said. I measured her up at around thirty three meters tall, since she stood near an old water tower I knew – or at least one which looked eerily similar to one I knew, was thirty meters tall… and she was slightly taller than it. But even more so than her size, it was her girth which impressed me. She had a considerable rack, which seemed to sit really high on her torso, as her boulders pushed each other’s up seemingly.

She had a sort of… I don’t want to say redneck vibe, it’d be insulting, but it was still how I imagined her talking considering her pictures. At least she avoided duck faces, which was great. But I couldn’t help but wonder if she spoke with a sort of southern drawl. I almost didn’t like her immediately because of it but to be honest I didn’t want to risk blowing my chance to meet up with a giantess of her size. What if she ended up being the only one close enough for me to meet her up? I’d feel dejected to miss my chance, so I liked her.

I expected an immediate match but I must confess it didn’t happen. Perhaps she wasn’t into men – or just normal men. I was a little dejected and the next few hours were spent sulking, mostly. Until finally, I heard the distinct sound of a match coming out of my phone. I knew it was her, and I rushed toward it. I didn’t want to sound too desperate but I didn’t want her to think my profile was fishy or something. So I sent the first message and we hit the ground running from here. In less than three hours, she was ready to meet me!

She turned out to be rather sympathetic. She hadn’t much education, she admitted herself, but it didn’t prevent her from reading a lot and she seemed really curious. Not really naïve either, she quickly gathered what my fetishes were without ever needing to write it down. And she seemed to like it. She even admitted that when she was younger – and thus far, far smaller – she put stuffed toys in her panties and cleavage, and pretended they were men. She loved the fact that she was so tall and she wanted to hook up with someone willing to be her new stuffed toy.

We met the next day. This time I didn’t drive toward her home – it wasn’t finished building apparently and she’d rather have been out in the sun. She promised to offer a lot of shade for me if I wanted to, and I didn’t doubt she could do that indeed. And when I finally gazed upon her… oh my! She was even bustier than her pictures had led me to believe and perhaps even a tad taller to boot! She noticed my truck and waved at me, clearly eager to meet me. So eager in fact that even as I parked, she was already unbuttoning her gigantic flannelled shirt, her lips sprayed in a calm smile as she offered a good view of her breasts.

“Hey Derek. You’ll have to excuse me sweetie, but I really want to play with you, and I think we both know we won’t gonna be an item for long… Why waste any time, am I right?”

“You’re right indeed, and believe me, I’m more than happy with what I’m seeing,” I replied, laughing a little. “I mean, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sharing your ideas, mostly.”

She was definitely packing a lot. And I mean, A LOT. Her bra was struggling to contain her mountains and it was clearly larger and sturdier than any I had ever seen. And while it made her tits bulge upward in a somewhat strange way, it seemed she liked it and who was I to tell her that it was wrong? I mean, would you tell a woman more than thirty meters tall that what she's wearing isn’t as flattering as she thinks it is? If yes, you are a lot braver than me. Or a lot dumber, but I’m a good man at heart and I’d rather compliment you.

She picked me up with one hand as she tore off her bra with the other, freeing her breasts, which moved forward, almost like an avalanche more than just some flesh – sexy but still flesh. But I was rather focused on her bra. She had destroyed it. There was no way around it. Those steel bars, far too heavier individually for even twenty men to lift them for more than a few seconds, were now crushed and twisted as she had removed them from her without unclasping anything. It seemed even easier than crushing a can for me, and I’m a strong dude.

She pushed me right in the middle of her cleavage and it engulfed me with frightening ease. Her globes were so massive that she could gobble me up between them and I may as well not have been there at all. I was indeed a small plushy between her mounds and Meghan proved to be quite apt at using them for her pleasure and mine. She wasn’t crushing me at all, instead her flesh seemed to undulate around me, making me move this way and that in the strangest and perhaps sexiest full-body massage I had ever experienced. It was truly relaxing, surprisingly.

She started to sing. Now it took me by surprise. Most girls hadn’t seemed so lost into the moment while also being so innocent. It only enhanced Meghan’s sexiness, of course. She had a very beautiful voice. It was quite deep because of her size compared to me, but she was able to use it in a very melodious way anyway. And the vibrations her song produced in her torso were reverberated unto me, as her fat breasts shook thanks to it. It was surreal and I closed my eyes. I didn’t need to do anything really, I could just enjoy this moment, it seemed it was enough for her.

Of course, I didn’t want to just stay that passive. I needed to make something out of me, after all. Otherwise Meghan may as well have played with a human-sized toy of her. I tried to move around her massive tits, navigating around their mass instead of opposing it, since their sheer weight would have probably crushed me in a mere second. I was swimming between her breasts more than pushing through them really. It was incredible, super arousing and I almost blew a load just moving through them like that.

I didn’t thankfully and it allowed me to reach the top of her cleavage, truly emerging as if I came back from deep water. She had noticed what I was doing, of course. She was looking straight at me and it seemed she had appreciated that. She was smiling as she sang and she had a glint in her eyes as I got out of her valley to stand on her tits. It was impressive, they were far denser than I had expected, I could have run with ease here. But it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I had to do something unexpected for Meghan, and I had an idea about it.

I didn’t dash. I didn’t run. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by being hasty. Instead, I approached the chin of the giantess, the only part of her I could reasonably hope to reach without jumping. Which, as mind blowing as it should have been, wasn’t for me anymore. I hadn’t spent so much time with giantesses that I was jaded of course not. But it was hard to focus on something like that when her whole body was so tall that I was truly reduced to an action figure compared to it. It was strange for me to just focus on one part of this size difference, if you will.

So, I just approached it, coming so close that I felt the air coming out of her mouth as she sang washing over me. I kid you net, there was some sort of tremor in the air, as if her voice was already on the verge of being powerful enough to really make its vibrations felt on my skin. And she wasn’t singing loudly. It was absolutely incredible, something exhilarating even! But I managed to keep my cool, I knew what I wanted to do, and how. I wouldn’t derail the whole thing by being over eager. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, after all!

So I kissed her on the chin. It wasn’t much, almost nothing. I didn’t put my lips on her skin for more than a blinking moment. I didn’t make an exaggerated sound. I just kissed her lightly, gently. It wasn’t the kiss of a lover, it wasn’t the kiss of a fucker. Nothing more than a light touch and I was gone. But the effect was incredible. Meghan’s voice stopped for at least three good seconds and when she started to sing again, she was visibly in a different mood than before. She had realized I wasn’t just a toy, nor that I wanted to be passive with her. We could go further than that, together.

We didn’t share one word, but she knew I was ready for something, let’s say riskier. So she picked me up, and while singing, put me on the ground again. It was surprising, because we were outside and I can tell you that being on my feet next to hers made me feel a lot smaller than I am. And then she removed her shoes. I gasped and gawked at her naked feet, which sank deep into the earth, compacting it because of the sheer weight of their owner. And when I tried to look up to see what she had in mind, my vision was blocked by her tits, of course.

She pushed me on my back with her left feet. She was… Meghan was incredibly careful. She was able to exert absolutely inhuman feats of strength, but she could also be so gentle you wouldn’t have believed she was a giantess. I swear that she accompanied me more than made me fall, and when I was on my back, with her sole slightly covered with dirt, she removed it by slapping her feet against her calf. Only then did she bring her back and I waited eagerly as it descended on me. It easily covered my whole body, and I gasped with awe.

She lightly tapped me – especially for someone like here, I mean. It wasn’t the peak of comfortability of course. It’d have been better if I had been in a bed for instance. But there wasn’t any bed which could both support her weight and prevent her from crushing me like a grapefruit. I shuddered at the idea of Meghan on a bed stomping on me. It would have been the death of me if she hadn’t been steady on her feet after all. And it was definitely a nasty way to die, crushed like a pathetic bug under one’s over-large sole.

There was a smell here, but surprisingly, it was neither pungent nor potent. I had somewhat expected feet that were so enormous to reek, even if someone took care of them, and I just couldn’t imagine how she would be able to do that. They were so big, even her little toe was at least thrice the size of my head! It seemed impossible for her to wash and clean them thoroughly. But no, really, they smelt like… like clean feet. It wasn’t a smell of soap, or flowers or anything like that. They were just clean and it was her body odor which engulfed me now.

She moved her foot over me, and it grazed at my skin. It even stopped playing with my dick. It was absolutely not the first time she was giving a food job, or even a trample, even if I doubted she had ever done so at her size. She was far too precise and focused on her task to not be some sort of expert in it. It would have been awesome to speak about it with her, but she didn’t give me the time to do so, as her toes spread for a moment and then closed again on my head, pinning it firmly, while leaving me enough space to breathe easily.

“You know, I love it when they kiss my foot” she said, nothing more and of course it was enough for me to get the message loud and clear.

I kissed her, as best I could. It was easy. She twitched her toes and they compressed all around my head, never enough to be hurtful, more than enough to remind me – if I ever forgot it, which is, quite frankly, an improbable event – that she was irrevocably in charge. But I liked it, I’d be lying if I said otherwise. But right now I focused on what was expected of me. I doubted I could stimulate her too much with my lips, or even my tongue. But I also knew it wasn’t necessary. What Meghan wanted was more the realization of her power over me more than any physical stimulus, I’d bet.

In any case, I wouldn’t have been able to really do more than what I was doing right then, which was turning my head only a little to kiss repeatedly the inside of her toes. It was just impossible to do more than that for the time being. She would have been able to tear my head out of my body with contemptuous ease if she had wanted so. Right now, it wouldn’t have been harder than uncorking a bottle of wine for me. It was a strange realization, to be at the mercy of someone to such a degree, and yet to willingly accept it.

It seemed it worked however, because for the shortest moment, her song turned into a moan. That I was able to do that to her gave me the will to try something else. With great difficulties, I managed to move my arms. She was only slightly grazing me but her weight was so monstrous that it was already enough to pin me down, basically, so it was a struggle. But she felt it also and reacted accordingly. She didn’t lift her foot, of course, but she shivered a little – and suddenly I wondered if my idea was great or not!

If she shifted her balance in the wrong direction because I tickled her, I wouldn’t even have the time to realize that I had fucked up. She’d destroy me without any hope of stopping herself. It should have been enough to stop me in my tracks, perhaps, but no. I couldn’t give in to fear, not now. So I kept moving until my fingers were able to feel the other toes, further than the ones pinning my head in place, and I started caressing them. And now, it was clear that Meghan couldn’t sing anymore, she was too pleased by my work to do that.

I expected her to want more out of me, so I was really surprised when she suddenly released my head and removed her foot. I stood there, blinking, when an all-powerful tremor rocked my whole body. I looked around, lifting myself on my elbows only to be greeted by a large crater at the center of which laid Meghan’s ginormous ass. She was lifting her feet, both of them, and now they were descending toward me. They stopped a few meters past me, however, each sole facing each other, and I was too stunned to realize what she wanted immediately.

“Would you mind walking between them?” she asked me, almost dreamily, which was surprisingly cute. “I want to try something a little more wholesome. Don’t worry, I swear you won’t even have so much as a bruise!”

“Uh… sure, yeah, I’ll do it!” I replied – perhaps it wasn’t my finest moment, you’re thinking, but in truth I wasn’t afraid, more curious; if she had wanted to hurt me, she’d had done so already and I was confident enough that she would keep her control of herself no matter what.

It was absolutely awesome! Her feet were definitely looking even more enormous now. I think it was mostly because now I could better gauge them. Each of them was at least four times as large as me, something I hadn’t really realized before. And they ought to have been almost twice as tall as I was myself, which was impressive of course, especially when you considered that Meghan’s probably had relatively small feet compared to her height! I couldn’t have been sure about it of course, but that’s what I suspected. Of course I didn’t ask her if I was right, it’d have been strange, right?

She didn’t seem ready to speak more anyway. She groaned softly as I positioned myself between her feet and as I turned to look at her face, I was surprised to see her touching herself softly, without even removing her pants or panties, stimulating herself as she looked at me from over the edge of her titanic breasts, which seemed able to defy gravity enough for them to not sag to the side too much, meaning that they were in the way of her face, and I could only see her eyes, glinting with joy, pleasure and lust in equal measures.

She didn’t give me much more time to look at her in all her glory however. She pressed her feet together and of course I needed to make sure that I wouldn’t position myself badly, or I’d get seriously bruised. I was able to turn around just in time, so my face wouldn’t be pressed into one of her soles. I didn’t want to have my shoulders being the unique point of contact also, so basically she was pushing on my back and my front at the same time, even if pushing was being generous, she was careful enough to not hurt me at all, once more.

She was truly demonstrating an otherworldly control of herself but also of the pressure she needed to exert to both get pleasure and not hurt me in the slightest. It wasn’t comfortable in any stretch of the imagination, of course. My dick and balls were definitively being crushed somewhat and it was really uncomfortable. But it was also great in a strange way and I understood for once why some people liked to be trampled. There was something really awesome in being so completely outmatched, to feel like the other one could simply walk on you… and Meghan’s size made it all even better, of course!

I didn’t want to be too passive however so I turned my hands as best I could so I’d be able to try and dig into one of her soles, at least. Of course, it didn’t really work as I had hoped, since it happened that her skin was simply too dense for me to be able to do that. It seemed it stimulated her at little however, probably by tickling her, since I could hear her giggling. But it was already something great to do in my mind. And so I pushed further still.

We continued doing that for several long minutes. It was the strangest experience I had ever had the pleasure to endure yet, and I loved every second of it. But suddenly, she removed her feet from around me. I wondered why she did that, but as her appendages didn’t block her sounds as much now, I realized that she was moaning quicker and louder. She was clearly approaching her climax and Meghan didn’t want to risk hurting me, I guess, which was another display of her incredible control of herself.

It seemed it had her limits however. As I stood there, gawking at her prone form, she slammed her feet into the ground, sending such a powerful tremor through it that I fell on my knees. She continued doing so, and then pushed her feet into the earth, which gave way under her strength as if it had been a mattress made of feathers! I looked at this spectacle with absolute awe, my mouth agape and I wondered if I wasn’t imagining things. Was Meghan truly this inhumanly strong? If so, how much control did she truly have on herself to not even have bruised me today? It was mind-blowing and all I could do was remain on my knees for now.

Her feet plowed through the ground until one of them threatened to upturn my car, but I couldn’t say one word. It was simply too impressive for me to try and even protest at the danger my prized truck was in. It seemed to be a fair price to pay, even if it ended damaged or worse, entirely crushed, for such a display of casual power. It truly made me realize that the giantesses weren’t just taller women. It was something else entirely, something which made me wonder how long they’d play ball with us all little humans, you know?

She calmed down a little after that. It seemed she came, but not in a roar, rather a long whimper. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t inside those pants however, considering how much she seemed to wet her clothes! I'd drowned in there, which was a little frightening to consider. I hadn’t reached orgasm myself today, but frankly, the pressure on my groin had been such that I didn’t dare touch it at all for the time being. It’d be time to think about all of this and pleasure myself later, anyway.

“Well… that was awesome!” she chirped, getting up and looking at me approvingly. “I don't know if you liked it as much as I did, but it was certainly great for me! I’ll see you again someday, I think… but right now I’m feeling famished, I need to go and eat at home – I wouldn’t want to deplete all your stocks for a little snack!” she laughed, and then she was off, leaving me panting, amused and very, very happy with my day.

“Well, that was some day, once more… Perhaps I’m crazy, but I really want to meet someone even taller” I said out loud, as the sun stood higher and higher in the sky.

Chapter 8

Word Count: 4200

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 8

I prepared myself for this encounter of course. I even paused my account for up to a month. News flashes had said that most recent cases seemed to grow far larger than the previously affected and that some girls suffered from a form of long-growth which made them reach absolutely mind-blowing sizes, massive enough that it was hard for all parties – themselves included – to remember that they were born humans. At least, that’s what some tabloids said, but I didn’t really trust those and instead focused on physical preparation.

After one month, I was confident in my ability to survive such an encounter and I returned to the app. And just as I had expected, a forty meters tall colossus quickly matched with me. It was surprising because that girl, a black woman with breasts at least thrice as big as her head even before she grew, had kept a relatively similar physique than when she had clearly been very petite. If there hadn’t been tall trees reduced to a measly size next to her, I would have doubted that she had grown at all.

But if she was truly forty meters tall, give or take a few – and if I knew my giantesses by now, she’d be taller than she indicated – then each of the short legs she sported was probably larger than an old redwood tree and being more than a hundred times my weight. That was incredible, so I obviously started talking with Melissa, since I wanted to know more about her. It turned out that her story was rather sad. She had been married with a kid when she started growing up, and since her child was barely four years old, she had had to give him up to his dad when he refused to live with a woman who dwarfed him so much.

It seemed she wanted someone to spend some quality time with her, to still make her feel loveable and loved. Honestly I was really super angry with her ex. What kind of bastard would ditch a woman going through such a monumental change? And their kid, he probably felt terrible, not seeing his mommy when he may have been terrified by her growing so much in the first place. So, obviously, I volunteered for the task, hoping to try and help her repair her broken heart, if only a little. It was the least I could do, really.

We talked for about a week before she wanted to meet me. It was a little surprising at first because I had expected either a much shorter discussion if she just wanted some sex, or a far longer one if she didn’t want to be burned. But it seemed that she was taking her change relatively well, far better than she would have had before her growth, according to her. I couldn’t really be the judge of it, but Melissa – it was her name – certainly seemed, if not cheerful, at least relatively optimistic about her future.

When we met up, it was at her place. It was still being built but she had ushered the workers out for the day. Her reasoning had been that if things got a little heated, they’d have some more work the next day, and as far as she could tell, nobody dared talk back to her now that she was forty meters tall. Anyway, when I walked into her still far from finished abode, I was greeted by a stunning spectacle: Melissa was sitting on the ground, leg sprayed and entirely naked. She grinned at me when she noticed my stupor – I hadn’t been expecting that from her to be honest!

“I know, I know. That’s really not classy. But we’re both here for that, aren’t we? I need a good, long, sex session Derek” she explained to me, almost timidly, which contradicted with the sight of a super-heavy body and the way her massive breasts fell almost to her hips as she sat like that. “I want you to crawl into me and love me, Derek. Can you do that for me? I promise I’ll be super gentle and we’ll talk after the act. I always liked talking after sex” she giggled like an innocent schoolgirl as she said that, instead of the naked behemoth she was.

As you probably expected already, I did what I was told. I could lie to you and tell that I tried to convince her that we needed to talk some more; that I wasn’t that kind of guy but… No, just no. There was no way I’d waste even one second trying to pretend I wasn’t here to enjoy sex with a real giantess. I almost jumped out of my clothes and walked between her legs. Her feet were far taller than most door framed I had ever passed and as I walked past them, the soles collided together, sealing any way out I could have tried to take.

From that angle, her legs were even more massive than I had expected them to be. At least three meters tall, almost as wide, if not more, even firmly planted on the ground. And before me, twenty or so meters away, a dense bush of black hairs covering the entrance of the womanly cave I was meant to crawl into. And above it, a mountain of a woman who was biting her lips and cupping breasts heavier than anything human had the right to be. I wondered if whales weighed as much as those mighty boulders or if they were even lighter than those.

It was a strange sight, to be able to approach a pussy almost as tall as I was, but hidden by a veritable jungle of hair. Its smell hit me like a wave and its warmth also. I felt my dick going full erect and it took a lot of willpower to not start to stroke it just yet. Melissa’s pheromones were so thick I swear I could feel them on my skin. I wasn’t brainwashed because of them but they made me feel a little drunk and extremely horny. If you’d asked me to talk then, it’d have been a really, really, hard task for me. And I wasn’t even that close to her cave.

I gulped when I was but a meter away from it, and while I couldn’t see her face anymore, since it was blocked by her vast belly forming a porch over her pussy, and even above it her tits which were absolutely monstrous from so close. In fact, I stopped for almost a minute, so surprised I was by this sight and the vastness of Melissa. It wasn’t until she gently nudged me forward with a finger taller than I was that I managed to focus on what I had to do. I finally touched her hair and I wasn’t disappointed.

They were black as night and a little rough, I think if I hadn’t been careful caressing this one, I could have scraped my hand! But it was also quite sensitive since she gulped loudly far over me and I swear I could see her tensing everywhere, and even her pussy seemed to become warmer and smellier. I shook my head, trying to focus but it was really hard to do that. I wanted to go beyond this dense jungle of hair and with a great steeling of resolve, I did just that. It was harder than expected because she had a lot of hair down there, it was extremely dense.

It was truly turning into a trek but it seemed that the giantess liked it. She was starting to make little sounds which were obviously due to her arousal and the pleasure she was deriving from what I was doing. I truly found her former husband pathetic and disgusting, since he had given up the opportunity to spend his life with such a behemoth who was clearly in dire need of sex. Suddenly I tripped on some hairs and caught something in my right hand which made Melissa scream so loudly my ears ringed.

I had caught her clitoris somehow. It was absolutely incredible, that thing was almost as big as my head! It was truly a soft ball of warm flesh that reacted to my most minute caresses. Melissa screamed again and again and the smell of her arousal became even more powerful as I gripped it a little and even gently slapped it. I don’t know how she didn’t close her legs on me just yet but she didn’t. In fact, she even had enough of a clear mind to actually growl an order at me, one I was more than happy to oblige.

“Get inside of me Derek! I want to feel you inside of me! I want to have a grown up man, taller than my husband entirely in my pussy! I want to show him what true domination is, so please, be quick about it, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself much longer!”

“It’s easier said than done!” I yelled as loud as I could. “You’re really something down there, and I couldn’t just pass by that delicious fruit without tasting it” I added, before gently nibbling her clitoris before diving head first into her gawking vagina, which was now opened quite widely, as she shrieked in pure animalistic lust.

It was an otherworldly experience, as you can imagine. A pussy large enough to gulp down a man was something else entirely and in a matter of seconds, I was wholly inside. It was roomy, and I wondered if it had always been so or if her husband had enlarged it somehow – or her growth. Not that it mattered much. The walls were slick with her love juices and warm to the touch. It wasn’t uncomfortably hot here mercifully so I could enjoy my time inside. And enjoy it I did, as I explored her innards.

I enjoyed this place a lot. Perhaps I should have felt afraid that the walls of Melissa’s vagina would close on me, or because of the darkness, her hairs blocking out most of the light, and of course the deeper I went inside of her, the darker it became. But in truth, I enjoyed it a lot. It was a pure fantasy that came true, the likes of which I had talked with Tori, my ex-girlfriend, before we broke up. After some time fooling around and reminiscing about the past, I decided that I wanted to really stimulate the behemoth I was in and searched for her G-spot.

I had enough experience with women to know where to search for it so it didn’t take me more than a few seconds before I spotted it with my fingers. I had to really lift my hands over my head to reach it however, so it wasn’t the most comfortable position. Still I was rewarded by a sudden shift of the ground as I caressed the rougher – almost strawberry-like – texture of the G-spot. Clearly, it worked awesomely to stimulate Melissa and I wondered how long it’d take before she’d start playing with herself if I kept at it. There was only one way to know.

The smell of her was truly intoxicating and it helped me continue my task, even if I really wanted to masturbate or at least have some form of sexual release myself. But for now, it could wait as I caressed and pressed my hands into the G-spot with glee. A roar of pleasure rolled from high above and while I couldn’t see her, I was almost certain she was tensing all over thanks to my efforts and was absolutely closing in on her orgasm. It was awesome to be able to create such a reaction out of a being far larger than myself of course.

I wasn’t ready however for what came next: giant fingers entered Melissa’s pussy and pushed me aside as she started to masturbate wildly. It didn’t even bother me because I meant that I was now free to go deeper, toward her cervix. I had to crawl a little at the end but it was such an incredible opportunity that I didn’t care one bit and in absolute darkness I managed to find my quarry. And I fucked it. It was perhaps dangerous because she could potentially end up pregnant. But I was too lost in the need to mate with her by then to care.

I wouldn’t be able to describe to you what I felt then, as I fucked something which wasn’t meant to be fucked like it did. Absolute darkness, the smell of Melissa’s arousal and my own lust combined to turn this experience into something absolutely otherworldly. I may be going a tad too fast but I can tell you that if some things happened mere weeks after this encounter, perhaps I’d have ended with Melissa only to experience it on a daily basis. It was the absolute fulfillment of all my pent up fantasies and I couldn’t resist it, not even for a moment.

In the end, it took me a relatively short time to cum the first time. But it was only the first of several orgasms for both of us. As I searched for a better position to pleasure myself and Melissa at the same time, I unwittingly settled on her deep spot, as she’d explained to me later on, and it made her cum. I hadn’t been ready for such a tidal wave of flesh. If the conduit of her vagina hadn’t been so narrow where I was, I’d probably been washed away. As it was, I was simply drenched and constricted by her muscles until she relaxed, leaving me gasping for air.

The smell in here was driving me crazy with lust and of course it was even harder to resist it when I took my much needed oxygen. Melissa’s fluids covering me from head to toes were quite the aphrodisiac and the next half hour was something absolutely out of this world. I never had such wild sex, making love to a giantess while she pleasured herself, until finally I stopped, utterly exhausted. I almost drifted to sleep as Melissa's insatiable lust didn’t seem to abate at all. Finally, he felt powerful digits grasping for him and removing him gently from inside of her.

“Well, that was… wild,” she chuckled. “And just so you know, my husband, well, ex-husband now… he was a beast, even taller than you are, really. At least I think he is taller than you, it has become extremely hard to truly gauge the size of normal sized persons since I grew so big… but I’ll be honest, you really made me love it, Derek. So, how about some afterglow talking?” she finished, laying on her back and dropping me on one of her enormous tits.

“That sounds… like an awesome idea” I admitted, panting.

“Wonderful. So you know, I’m not usually that… voracious” she said, and as I looked up at her face she seemed a little embarrassed – but also quite happy with herself. “But ever since I’ve started growing, I had those pent up desires and, well, my husband… he wasn’t too keen to satisfy them, especially once he had to look up to me.”

“You grew fast?” I asked her, wondering how the experience had been for her.

“Yes, I doubled in size in a day at first. I almost stopped around the twelve meters mark, for a week or two, by which my man was already looking quite uncomfortable with me. And then, up to forty two meters tall in three days.”

It was a little mind-blowing to take in. I could understand how a very macho man, who loved to be the tallest, strongest one in the relationship, could find himself unsettled by his formerly petite wife turning into such an impressive colossus. Even I would have probably been a little taken aback by such a deep change in our relationship, if I had been in this man’s shoes. But on the other hand, as I looked at the incredible landscape that her body had become, I was certain I’d actually appreciated the changes, in due time. How couldn’t I when she was so massive, right?

“He had always been my big strong man, you know” she sighed, and I could tell she regretted his absence still, which was only natural, their break up was fairly recent. “He… didn’t take it well that I was the one lifting him now. And our son, he was really confused, he couldn’t understand why Mommy was… was growing” she continued, until her voice broke and she battled off tears and sobs. I squirmed a little on her, hesitating on what to say or do until I made up my mind.

“You’ll have a huge house and plenty of money to have a babysitter at home. Shouldn’t you try to get back your son, at least?”

She sighed and didn’t immediately reply, instead putting one of her hands on her belly. The sole reason I was able to see that was because I had unconsciously moved upward, toward her still erect nipple as we talked. That I hadn’t realized it was a little unsettling but I think neither of us minded it when I sat on the large cushion it offered and enjoyed the sight of her whole body laying out for me. It was truly a blessing to be here, and for the first time, I felt like I needed to find a giantess to build something that would last with her.

“Yeah” she finally said softly, her voice very low, as if she was talking to herself rather than answering me. “I think I won’t just get my son back. I want my husband too, just to teach him a lesson. He’ll be my little bitch and I’ll shove him inside of me whenever I want to. And if he doesn’t like it… well I could always invite you back to some good love making while cucking him!”

A woman scorned is already quite terrible to behold in her revenge, but a giantess? It’s something else entirely. I almost felt bad for her husband, because I was certain she’d do as she had told me. But it excited me, I won’t lie. My dick, sore because of how much it had come inside of her, became erect once more. She noticed it, cooed and lifted one of her fingers toward me. I sprayed my legs open so she could caress it, surprisingly tenderly. I let out a loud moan when she started to make it move gently, and she chuckled.

“Well, you weren’t lying when you said you liked big women” she said, and I could tell she was really getting aroused all over again. “You’re really cute Derek, I almost want to keep you with me… Who would even think about searching you in my privates if you were declared missing? And you’d like that, wouldn’t you honey?” she continued, still caressing my dick tenderly.

“Ah… ye… yes…” I stammered, my head a little cloudy because of her stimulation and my imagination starting to run wild about the possibilities. “I… I’d really like tha –ah-at!”

“That’s adorable” she whispered as she put one of her hands behind my back and laboriously sat back, making me fall into her inviting palm. “Would you be an adorable little morsel and fuck my nipple, Derek? Would you please your huge lover for a day like that? Hum?”

“Yes!” I yelped louder than I wanted, but she had ignited my fire again and I couldn’t resist it. I had been sitting on that nipple and the opportunity to be able to fuck it, properly, would be absolutely awesome. “I… Do you want me to, uh… have a specific position?”

“No, get conformable and don’t worry, my hand will remain there to protect you.”

I was elated and I searched for the best way to please Melissa. At first I suspected that putting my feet on her palm would be the best way to go, but it turned out the creases of her hand made for a poor ground to plant my feet. So instead, I climbed her tit a little, putting my feet on that enormous mass which didn’t even bulge under my – comparatively – insignificant weight, gripped the nipple over its edge and inserted my dick into her milk duct. Immediately, I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure which pushed me forward.

It surprised me a little but Melissa didn’t touch herself while I mated with her nipple. She seemed to enjoy it tremendously as she moaned softly and her breathing became quicker, but when I looked up, she was only biting her lips and looking at me, enjoying the power they had over me more than anything else I suspect. I was obviously fine with it – how couldn’t I when I loved my women tall and heavy set? I couldn’t deny that there was something incredible in the fact that she had such confidence in her ability to subdue me that she allowed me to do what I was doing.

Finally, after a minute or two, I released my load inside of her and went a little limp, as if the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up with me. However, she didn’t gave me time to really recover before she gently lifted me from her nipple and cradled me in her left hand, while, with the right hand, she lifted her mammoth breast with an ease which belied its size and mind-blowing weigh and started to suck on her nipple. It didn’t take me more than a few seconds to realize she was sucking my cum out of her, since she looked straight at me while doing so.

She moaned a lot louder when she gulped and then let her tit fall back on her. It slapped on her torso with so much force I was almost catapulted out of her hand as the tremor coursed through her body. And the sound! It was as if a bomb had exploded here, but Melissa didn’t seem worse to wear since she used her now freed hand to trace the slow descent of her saliva and the large – for her, almost insignificant – amount of sperm I had deposited inside her nipple and she had sucked out with barely any effort at all.

“Hum, you taste delicious, Derek” she laughed and I blushed a lot. “I really should keep you with me, I’m sure we’d make beautiful babies. Perhaps you even put one in my belly already, didn’t you? I could feel you rutting in me. It was the best sex I ever had, so don’t feel too bad about it. If it’s a boy, I’ll even call it after you” she added winking, leaving me a stuttering mess – I had pondered the possibility of having impregnated some of my other giantess flings, but it was the first time it felt more like a certainty than a possibility and it was the girl bringing this matter on the table. “Oh, you look adorable when you’re worried!”

“I… uh… thanks bu-“

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll keep in touch” she cut me off while lowering her hand so I could hop off of it. “Seriously, don’t lose my number Derek. Depending how it’ll go in the next few months, a spot will definitely remain open here” she stated, caressing her bush. “If you’re still single when I call you back… well, you’ve already seen your room!”

“I… yeah, and it was great” I blurted – if she was really thinking what she was saying, I could envision a very sexy future for me. “I’ll keep in touch with you myself. Even if you don’t, you know?”

“Get pregnant?” she laughed as I gestured for a larger belly. “You know, if the baby’s your size, I doubt I’ll even realize I’m pregnant. But we’ll see that in due time. Off you go now, little rascal!” she said, chasing me away gently as she got up, dwarfing me so much that even her gentle tone was enough to make me scamper through her unfinished door.

I went out so fast in fact that I had forgotten my stuff! But just as I realized it, Melissa called me back and then flicked my stuff at me. For her it was clearly a very slow and deliberate way to not throw them too hard or too far away from me, but when her perfect shot landed on me, it was with enough force that I staggered backward and fell on my ass. The naked behemoth laughed so hard she had to grip her door frame and the concrete crumbled like dirt under her powerful digits. She didn’t seem surprised so I guess she had always known she could destroy her own house whenever she fancied it.

“Goodbye Derek! Be careful driving home, I do want to see more of you!” she yelled, waving at me as I got clothed, jumped into my truck and left, waving back at her through the window. “Perhaps I’ll be even taller and you’ll be able to park your car in your room next time!”

Chapter 9

Word Count: 4124

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 9

After Melissa, perhaps you expected me to calm down, settle for some girl her size or a tad smaller, but in truth, it had been such a rush to be with a giantess like her that I wanted – if it was possible - to reach higher highs with some other woman, one who would make even a forty meter tall colossus look puny. It wasn’t easy of course; Melissa’s size was among the tallest possible and I had to skim through an awful lot of profiles until I finally met the perfect one. Tanya. She boasted about being almost sixty meters tall and promised the experience of a lifetime.

We matched almost immediately and hit the ground running. We talked for the better part of a night, moving from casual flirting to something a lot more erotic, if not downright pornographic in a matter of hours. By the end of it, she was sharing with me pictures of her pussy gulping down a car which looked barely smaller than my own truck! I was super aroused by it, and the fact that the perfectly intact car came out of her was a wrecked ruin did nothing to daunt my enthusiasm, to say the least.

She was a busy woman apparently. She had been a business owner before her growth and hadn’t parted with it as she grew. As she pointed out, it even helped her expand her firm’s reach since it seemed that the prospect of refusing offers from a sixty feet tall behemoth was seen as dangerous and dumb by most peoples – which I could understand and share the feeling to be honest. She wasn’t brusque or anything like that but just from our exchanges, it was clear that she had never taken no for an answer and that tiny peoples – for her – weren’t allowed to tell her to start now.

She informed me that a lot of people – and weirdos – were attracted by her sheer mass now and that it occupied a lot of her time, since she loved teaching them their place. Without breaking too many bones, as she put it, which was both frightening and super arousing for me, I won’t lie. I think that the prospect of such a being, human only in the loosest meaning of that word, being interested in me, however tangentially was simply too awesome to pass up for me. I’d just need to be careful with her, that was all for sure.

We agreed on a meeting in four days. Honestly, I think I’d have liked more time to prepare myself, or less to not start getting cold feet. But Tanya was intractable and she wouldn’t be able to afford me any time before that – and if she really liked what I did, she wanted to be able to make sure to have enough free time on her hand even beyond the agreed moment of our date. As she explained to me, she hadn’t yet found someone worth keeping longer than initially agreed upon, but she didn’t want to close any door on that possibility by being too hasty.

The chosen day, I eagerly jumped into my truck and drove far from the countryside. Unlike other giantesses, it seemed Tanya was loath about moving away from the big cities. She seemed to really like towering over normal peoples and so she remained in the outskirts of the nearby town. She had bought several houses and their gardens to build an enormous monstrosity which looked more like a medieval castle than anything else to me when I approached. But it was so impressive that I didn’t dare honk when I parked myself in front of it.

Even the stairs toward its door were only meant for a colossus her size. I doubted Melissa, who was the only being I knew who could claim to be somewhat close to Tanya’s size, would have been able to walk those easily. For me, it was all but impossible and while I had arrived early, I couldn’t find a place where a normal person would be able to climb them. For better or worse, I’d depend entirely on Tanya to get in and out of her home. I guess it made it safer but it was unnerving to me. I texted her nonetheless.

She barged out almost as soon as I had finished writing. She had clearly been surveying the road somehow, even if I hadn’t seen her behind her windows. And my God! She was a sight to behold. Her curves threatened to spill out of her clothes, and they rolled like tidal waves of flesh as she moved. And when she started going down the stairs, looking straight at me, my heart stopped beating. She was gorgeous and she oozed confidence, power and a calm certainty that all she wanted was hers for the taking. I certainly was smitten.

She took her time to hone on me. Not that she hadn’t noticed me from the start, of course she obviously had. But rather, she seemed to gauge my reaction. I stood my ground as I marveled at the sight before me. Truly, she was a beauty and I suspected she had been before her growth. Her face, her whole body, seemed made to be this size. I won’t lie, I was indeed a little intimidated by her raw confidence as she approached me, each of her steps slow, deliberate and all-powerful, booming and rattling the ground probably up to the next house quite a distance away.

She stopped while she still had three stairs to take down to reach ground level. She looked at least fifteen meters taller thanks to that and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing heels but was barefoot, as if caring about something like shoes was beneath her nowadays. She smiled at me and tilted her head a little to the left, as if pondering her next move. Then, without even a word, she leant forward, her stupendous orbs swaying, being contained by no bra, as her nipple suddenly poked through the fabric of her beautiful shirt.

“Not moving an inch, it seems you were genuine in your interest” she said, her voice a low sensual growl which made me shiver. “Don’t move, little thing, I wouldn’t want to hurt you, but if I took even one step closer to you, my breasts would hide you from view. It’d be a shame if I crushed you under my feet, don’t you agree?”

She didn’t leave me time to answer of course. As I’d soon discovered, Tanya didn’t really care for the answer of her partners. And in fact, partners was probably too strong a term. Playthings, or toys, would have been a far better one. Not that she was contemptuous of me, of course. But I didn’t really know that yet. I did as I was told however, as she knelt and picked me up, extending a hand large enough to entirely engulf me. I was hidden from view in her palm in a matter of seconds and then gently lifted off the ground.

“Wonderful, I do love my men to be obedient. You’re already rising in the ranking Derek. I hope you’ll be able to keep it up. You are looking fine, as far as I can tell. Even if it’s hard to distinguish one little mouse from another.”

“Well, if you let me do my thing, I think you’ll find I’m quite memorable!” I shouted so she could hear me as she started walking, offering me sadly nothing, since I couldn’t even see her sea of tit-flesh as she moved around, which was a shame.

“Oh boy, someone’s eager” she laughed as I heard the door being closed. “We’ll put you to the test, don’t you worry little one!”

Suddenly, she opened her palm without any warning. I fell through the air but I felt it wouldn’t be a terrible fall, I was sure of it. And indeed I landed in a matter of seconds on a warm ground, which wasn’t really giving under me but damn! Those were some seriously incredible breasts. Large enough for me to run on them – not as massive as Melissa’s by comparison but they seemed to defy gravity even more, which was obviously crazy cool. I couldn’t wait to prove to her what I could do. When I looked up and saw her looking at me with a grin, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long.

“Well, what are you waiting for? My nipples won’t be getting stimulated by themselves you know?” she said, tilting one eyebrow in a very sexy way.

She didn’t need to tell me that twice. She wasn’t sitting, as far as I could tell so it’d be dangerous, but my horniness got the better of me and I rushed toward the hem of her shirt, which covered her orbs well above her nipples. It was a good thing because I could go underneath it and avoid a dangerous climb down on the vest itself. Lifting it turned out to be somewhat harder than expected but I’m a strong guy and I crawled underneath it. I heard Tanya moaning a little when I disappeared from view and I suddenly wondered what would happen if she started to grope her large boobs?

I didn’t let those thoughts stop me from doing what I had to do – and what I wanted to do, of course. I crawled, forcing my way beneath the cloth which was almost stuck on Tanya’s skin. I wondered how it looked from outside. I was still clothed so it wasn’t really that comfortable but I hadn’t had the time nor the patience to get in the nude and make a skin on skin connection with the giantess who was testing me. It was a trial, make no mistake, Tanya did nothing to help me, she was gauging me, my strength and my will I suspect.

If she assumed I would give up because of the curvature of her breasts, she was wrong. Sure, it made me pause for a moment as I considered the best way to navigate that cliff, but in the end I turned around and descended feet first. It seemed both more comfortable and less dangerous for my health doing that, and I was rewarded by a long and low moan which reverberated through the humongous tit I was on. Clearly, my movements were pleasing to the woman I was climbing, and I couldn’t ask for more at this very instant.

I refused to become distracted however. I needed to find the nipple, and fast. I suspected the time spent searching for it compared to the one spent stimulating it would be an important part of my grade today, so to speak. Mercifully, in spite of the darkness surrounding me and the kind of alien landscape that was a breast large enough to be a small house, I hadn’t strayed too far from where I had deduced the nipple of Tanya would be. I almost landed on it, my shoes grazing it on my right. Clearly, she was sensible there since she shivered with such a light touch.

I decided that my hands would be a better way to pleasure her than my feet. Thanks to how taunt her shirt was, I knew it’d make for a good foothold anyway. The material was so dense that it would support my weight without too great a risk of falling – if her orbs didn’t sway too much, otherwise it may well end into a deadly trap. I decided that it was worth the risk and that dying crushed by such enormous tits would actually be a great way to die. At least, it’d be memorable and when one has my fetishes, it would be very fulfilling also!

The nipple which was my target turned out to be even larger than I had expected. Not that it was too big, of course. For me, no woman was too big, and no part of their bodies either. But it definitely was more than a handle. With our size difference, it was far larger than my torso, and quite dense. Its areola seemed to extend around it in a diameter twice as long as I was tall. It was surprisingly giving however, even as it hardened under my careful ministrations. By that point, I had some real experience when it came to dealing with a giantess’s sensitive places, if I say so myself.

Her body odor was stronger here, probably because of the warmth her enormous body produced and the sweat which accompanied it. The crevice of her cleavage would have probably been more akin to a sauna than anything else, and I was somewhat glad to not be in there fully clothed, even as a layer of sweat started to form on me. I considered removing my clothes right here and now, but I decided against it. It’d have delayed my efforts and it was the best way to lose something here – and I didn’t feel like searching for a sock all over her body!

Suddenly, something massive seized the equally titanic breast I was on. I didn’t need much imagination to realize Tanya was indeed groping herself. I took it as a very good sign. Perhaps it’s surprising, because she palmed her nipple and thus pushed me uncomfortably into it, forcing me to contort myself to avoid being hurt, but in truth, it was rather great to have elicited such a reaction that fast. I even felt her heart beating faster, even if the mass of her breast made it a distant thumping – just like I loved it!

I expected her to speak to me, but clearly that black behemoth was too lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. The sound of a zipper being opened announced that she was indeed taking things to their next logical step. Even muffled as it was, the sound of fingers starting to play with an increasingly wet pussy was unmistakable to me and I grinned as I managed to wiggle free of the pressure of her hand to resume my work on her nipple. The two of us worked in tandem until she came with a roar so loud it deafened me for a few moments.

She panted for well two minutes, unmoving. I expected to be fished out of her clothes when she’d have recouped some strength, but instead, Tanya started walking around her house. It was hard to guess where she was going, it definitely felt as if she was going down, perhaps to a garage or something like that, even if I couldn’t fathom what kind of car a being like her could have. Even a jumbo jet would be far too small for her! I hadn’t much time to wonder what she’d do however as she walked swiftly, her curves threatening to crush me as she did so.

Finally, she simply removed her tits from her shirt. I couldn’t tell you how she did it, perhaps she simply took a deep breath, perhaps she tore it with her fingers or pushed out her breasts a little, but the fabric which had seemed so strong under my feet tore itself as if it was made of paper and as the black orbs were freed from their confines, they surged forward like raging bulls, bringing me with them. I tried to secure a hold on her nipple but Tanya’s breasts wobbled too violently and with a yelp, I fell two or three meters until I landed on something soft and a little giving under my weight.

“Well, you passed the first test with flying colors Derek” she told me, her big brown eyes focusing on me as she grinned. “But that was only the very first one. The next one will be a lot more dangerous for you. If you want to try it on, you have to agree with the possibility that I’ll simply pop your pretty little body and turn it into a gory mess. There is a reason why this piece of furniture you’re one is red, after all.”

“I’m in” I blurted, without even one second of hesitation. “I’m sure I’ll survive it!”

“Well then… don’t move an inch. If you do, I can guarantee you’ll die. And if you don’t… let’s say your chances of survival are probably around 77%, give or take a few. Perhaps higher, you stimulated me quite skillfully before. Or maybe it’ll downgrade your chances, who knows? In any case, see you in a few, my adorable little toy man.”

And with that, she straddled the furniture I was one. She was going to ride me, I realize and I’d be a liar if I didn’t tell you that I was deathly afraid for a moment. She weighed who knew how many hundreds of tons probably, the tallest being on Earth as far as I knew. There was no way it’d end well for me! Even then, I didn’t move a muscle. I tensed, and closed my eyes, fully preparing me for my fate, whatever it may have been. I was starting to suspect that Tanya had indeed killed people in her trials and she didn’t care, so neither did I.

I was still clothed so I worried about what would happen to my attire. Being covered in a giantess’ cum seemed the most probable outcome – and if it turned out to be blood instead, I highly doubted I’d be able to care about it anyway. But I feared it’d be a pain in the ass to clean it up. I stopped caring about it when she truly revealed her glistening pussy, which seemed more than eager to engulf me. I gulped and steeled my resolve.

“Hum, not even a hint of a whimper” she mumbled, and I realized she absolutely couldn’t see me from where she was. “That’s another great start for you in this second trial. But here comes the real thing, little one!”

With that, she fell on me. Mercifully, it seemed she knew what she was doing and I wasn’t reduced into a bloody pulp right here and then. In fact, my whole body was simply covered by the outer folds of her pussy and then she started grinding me. As expected, I was covered by a layer of her juices in a matter of seconds and it made the simple act of breathing difficult, but I managed to remain calm through it all. Panicking now would have been a folly, all I could do was weather the storm and hope for the best.

She proved to be incredibly skilled, far more than what I had expected. She seemed to barely weigh anything at all – at least compared to her size, because she was obviously heavy, pressing down on me and threatening to tear my clothes off from me. But it wasn’t hurtful at all but a little oppressive, as she continued, undaunted. I doubted I could even have made her register my worries if I had had some to share with her. It would have been like trying to go against a flooding river, only a great way to get hurt or worse.

Tanya was surprisingly slow in her gyrations. She wasn’t trying to flatten me or anything, no, she made slow, languorous movements of her hips, which somehow made her seem even more powerful and in control that a frantic fucking would have elicited. I was honestly smitten and my erection was becoming quite painful, trapped in the confine of my boxer and jeans. Sadly there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided on the next best thing to try. I opened my mouth and let out my tongue. Not that I hoped she’d feel me, of course.

It turned out she was far more sensitive down there than I had given her credit for. As soon as my tongue started to taste her salty juices, she moaned louder and even shivered. The force of that tremor threatened to dislocate my whole skeleton, or at least it felt like it. There was something absolutely incredible in something which could have been more than an involuntary reaction of her body, which hadn’t been that strong if I was honest, being able to affect me like that. Truly, giantesses her size were something else altogether!

She continued to grind me, undaunted, in fact stimulated by my feeble attempt to pleasure her. At least I felt a strange surge of pride knowing that even in a situation where I was nothing more than a toy for her, I was able to make the whole experience more pleasurable out of my own volition. I was almost certain it would be a boon in my “grades” when it came to Tanya. That sort of powerful woman liked some initiative in her underlings and I suspected that it even extended to her sex toys, since it was basically what she was seeking right now.

Finally, she truly came. There was barely any hint that she was nearing her climax. She didn’t really moan that louder once she had gotten accustomed to my tongue. She didn’t move her hips faster as she approached it. No, she simply opened the floodgates and I was utterly drenched as her whole body came to a stop. Above me, the maw of her pussy seemed to open wider and wider until it released a veritable stream of juices. I was soaked up in a matter of seconds and I gasped and coughed under this downpour, still unable to move.

Mercifully, it was a short deluge and I was able to breathe again in a few seconds. It was still far from a great moment because I wanted to roll over and spit out all I had gulped down against my will as I had tried to take some air through that downpour. But I hadn’t been told that I could and I felt it would have been absolutely horrible to just end my life crushed now, when I had clearly survived this trial – probably? So I waited and waited as the dark flesh around me shivered a little and the pussy above loomed, still hungry clearly.

“Ah fuck, that was great” mumbled Tanya as she finally moved away from me, leaving me strangely shuddering as the warmth of her body retreated. “You did… a stellar work, really” she continued as she moved away a little to better look at me. “Probably the best out of all the potential toymates I interviewed. And you don't even seem to be hurt, let alone maimed or… worse. Definitively a plus, cleaning up after I make a mess of your kind is really a bother. Still… What will I do with you now, Derek? Any idea?”

That was actually a good question, but I didn’t feel like answering it too fast. You see, as much as I like my women to be dominant… Tanya was kind of pushing the envelope a tad too far for a long term relationship. And I doubted she’d take a short relationship as a compelling option. No, what she wanted was a toy she’d be able to use whenever she wanted to. In fact I started to suspect she wanted toys, to be able to use one different each day, or even depending on the hour of the day. Not really what I wanted, but obviously I needed to be sly about it, she wouldn’t like a direct refusal of any offer she’d make me, I suspected.

“Well… can I get up, for starters?” I asked her, trying to give me some time to think.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Do that little one” she responded absentmindedly, her eyes focused on me as she thought about my future. “Just so you know… you were stellar but I think you’re a little too willful for my tastes… I’ve always loved men who could accommodate me, but now that’s just impossible. There aren't enough giants to go with me… so I want servants, toys… people who worship me. And you don’t seem to be the type, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid you’re right… but, well… We could remain in touch if you ever need another trial or something like that” I replied, smiling. “Now, uh… do you think you could drop me back at the front of your home? I’ll need to change and I have spares in my truck but… well, they are outside.”

“Oh, sure, sure…” she said, but I could tell she had already written me off, even as she picked me up and brought me out.

I had other things to ponder however as when I got changed, having dried as best I could with some towels, I was greeted by a text from Tori, my ex-girlfriend.

“I’m coming home, Derek.”

Chapter 10

Word Count: 4101

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

Chapter 10

I was anxious. It was dumb, and possibly a little cowardly of me, but I realized, as I waited for my ex-girlfriend to come back into my life, that I truly was a little worried about what I’d do when I’d see her. I really liked Tori, back in the day. But she hadn’t wanted to live here, in the countryside and had left me for the glitters of the city. It had been a really painful break-up for me and, if I’m being honest, seeking adventures with giantesses was a way to cope with it. And now, she just announced that she was coming home.

And perhaps it was also because she had caught that virus and grown even taller than she had been. To be honest, her size – in all directions – had been a huge factor in my attempts to woo her. She had always been relatively tall for a girl, at 1m73, and of course she had always been fat, even if she never liked to be reminded of that by anything – be it a mirror or even a tender word. Now that she had gotten that virus, she had probably ballooned, if only a little, and would be even more sensitive about her weight. But she’d be sexier for me.

I didn’t know how tall she had grown. Something told me she had probably reached a size which already seemed beyond human; otherwise she’d have remained in the city, obviously. If she had decided to come back to me, it had to be because she had reached an incredible size for a normal woman. But I didn’t believe for a moment she’d be that tall either. Obviously, she wouldn’t have been able to endure the look of others so I assumed she would have been three meters tall or something at most. And I was wrong, so damn wrong!

I started to realize how flawed my reasoning had been when I felt the ground shaking a little, rattling my whole house. I didn’t live in a seismic zone so to say it was unusual was an understatement. And as the tremors grew in power, I also started to hear loud booms, far too rhythmic to be anything else than a giantess approaching. A really, really big one, far larger than any I had ever met I suspected. I sprinted out of the house, just to confirm my suspicions. And indeed, as I looked toward the city, I saw Tori. And felt my jaw falling to the floor.

She was ginormous. Even from a distance, I knew she made Tanya look positively minuscule. She had to be around three hundred meters tall. And what a body! She wore nothing, clearly her naked body was just too massive to be accommodated by anything man-made. She never had monstrous breasts compared to her guts but the virus had somewhat changed it; Her boulders were literally four story high, if not more, and while her belly had also grown, it now had to admit that the monsters on her chest attracted more attention.

And of course, the rest of her body was equally impressive. Each of her legs seemed larger than a four way road, and while their fat moved a little when she moved, it was mostly their muscles which seemed to appear each time her feet collided with the ground, creating small explosions as everything beneath them had to give way or be flattened, even the air. She was a form of living cataclysm, a human Kaiju of a sort. I gulped as I tried to keep my balance, each of her steps making her approach my home at an alarming speed.

To be fair, Tori seemed quite focused on where she was going and where she put her feet. She looked before her, as much as her large breasts and belly allowed her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but just seeing her like that made me hard. Not half-erect or something like that. On the verge of orgasming hard. She had always been gentle and I found her sexy before but here, she was so much more than anything I had ever expected her to be. Perhaps her curves weren’t as perfect as some plus-size models on Instagram and all that but she was perfect for me and I waited for her to reach me with some trepidation.

Less than ten minutes after I had seen her in the distance, several kilometers away, mind, she stopped next to my house. Each of her feet dwarfed it at least thrice over, and it was a big house. My truck couldn’t have been longer than the nail on her smallest toe. I gulped loudly but I doubted she could hear it of course, she was far too tall. It was… mind-blowing to be in the presence of something as tall as that which was living, breathing. No building, no mountain could help you prepare for that sight. She made me insignificant just by walking toward me, since in the end I had to sit or fall because of the tremors!

We both stood there, silent, her looking down, me up. It was a strange reversal of what had happened to us when we had parted ways. I had – well, not towered but – certainly stood taller than her then. And now, I was but an ant compared to her. It was hard to gauge her feelings; she always had a great poker face. But when, after a moment, her lips turned into a gentle smile, I released the breath I had unconsciously kept locked in my lungs. It was still the same old Tori clearly, only a tad larger and heavier of course.

“You look great” she finally said in a whisper loud enough to make me wince a little. “I mean, you seem, you know, in great shape, Unlike me,” she added, clasping her belly loud enough that it deafened me a little. “Oops, sorry. As you can see, I can’t say life in the big city was good for my body” she finished, smiling a little sadly now.

“You look gorgeous to me” I replied as loudly as I could without screaming.

“I’m sorry I didn’t really get what you said” she mumbled, blushing a little. “Do you mind if I, uh, pick you up? It’ll be a lot easier for me to hear you if I can lift you closer to my ears. Only if you want of course!”

It was almost comical, how worried she seemed to be about that. She was obviously the tallest being on Earth – there had been no recorded case of women reaching more than a hundred or so meters and here she was, at over three hundred! I didn’t need to be a genius to know what it meant – she was truly ginormous, several times the size of Tanya! And to be frank, she was drop dead gorgeous to me, with the way her long dark hair fell well below her shoulders now – and she didn’t seem more confident now that she was talking to me.

“Okay, so, uh… I didn’t hear anything so I guess it’s a yes from you?”

It was then that I realized I had been standing here for well near a minute, too transfixed by the changes my ex had undergone physically, which seemed surprisingly soft and tender still, exactly like I remembered her. And it was just mind-blowing to imagine myself looking down at that towering titan who was almost starting to fidget a little. She didn’t wait any longer for me to say anything, of course, if I hadn’t wanted to be picked up by her, then it would have been my loss. But I wanted it, so it was great – once I came over my fright.

It was, I think, an expected reaction. Each of the two digits which descended on me were each larger than the largest tree trunks I had ever seen. And when they closed on me, it was almost a given I’d be crushed to death before I was lifted off the ground, it turned out Tori had more control over her body than I gave her credit for. And so it was how I was removed from our good old Earth to be brought to the Heavens of the giantess’ other hand, which was upturned and where I had been dropped.

“Shit, you look even smaller from up close” she said, her words now even louder, making me wince and shake a little. “Oh sorry” she added a little bit lower. “I keep forgetting how hard it is for normal people to hear me talk but for different reasons… I haven’t been tall like that for a long time, barely a day or two.”

“Well, I said you looked gorgeous to me!” I said as loud as I had when I had been on the ground and was now rewarded by a blush and a tender smile.

“You’re just the same as you’ve always been, aren’t you Derek?” she replied, and I noticed a glint in her eyes – she seemed to get a little teary up there. “I knew I needed to come back to you if… if you’d have me, of course. I know we… I got away in a terrible way but…”

Perhaps I should have gotten a little angry. I had been the one who had been ditched and now she was coming back almost as if nothing had happened. Had she been normal sized, perhaps my temper would have gotten the best of me just this once. But it wasn’t the case. She was gigantic and it allowed me to keep it cool long enough to realize that I still had feelings for her, and that it was probably reciprocal since she could have gone wherever she wanted at her new size, nobody would have told her anything, probably.

“Hey, it’s okay. I…? I’m just glad you wanted to see me again even if… it’ll be a little harder to have you crashing on the couch than I expected.”

“Yeah, well, it’d be a little harder for you to have me inside your house at all” she chuckled weakly, and her hand moved a little, sending me on my knees. “Oh, sorry but… you have to admit the very idea that I could be inside your house is funny. I mean, my hand’s larger than all of it.

“No, it’s not that large!” I countered, even if I think she may have been right.

“Yeah, your house is a lot smaller than my hand now, guess you’re right” she grinned. “Do you want me to pick it up so we can compare them better?”

“No!” I shouted, jumping back on my feet, extremely worried now.

She let out a bellowing laugh, so powerful I was almost sent over the edge of her hand just because of the force of the wind being displaced by her laughter. And the sound! For a minute or two, I swear I thought I’d get deaf for good, but mercifully her hilarity had been short lived and, eve, more importantly, she had immediately turned her head away from me – it seemed Tori had an excellent grasp on what she could do to alleviate the danger she was when dealing with normal sized peoples, which was definitively great.

“Don’t make me laugh that hard” she said, and the tips of her mouth were still upturned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What did you say?” I yelled, as I had barely heard a whisper of her words, but at her size, reading her lips was surprisingly easy.

She rolled her eyes and said nothing else, shaking her head – carefully away from her hand, I noticed, so not even one lone hair could come and graze it. She was truly careful with me, most of the time at least. It made her slight mistakes all the more impressive and dangerous, but also sexy for me. Truly, even as we spoke just like that, my erection hadn’t abated one bit and I wondered how long it’d take before I’d get light-headed because of all my blood rushing to my groin – it was a good thing I was so small compared to Tori, she didn’t seem to notice it at all.

“Anyway… do you want me back in your life? I’d understand if you didn’t but…”

“YES! I DO!” I yelled as soon as I understood what she was saying. “I… I think, no, I know I’m still in love with you, Tori” I admitted, almost sheepishly.

“Well, I didn’t really hear the last few words that well but I think I got their meaning, considering how red you are” she said, as she used her other hand to wipe at her teary eyes. “I… Thank you Derek. Thank you so much! I… I’ll never be able to repay you for your kindness and love, not as much as you deserve!”

I had… a lot of ideas about how to repay me, I won’t lie. She was so much more massive than any woman I had met those last few months that it was impossible for me to not fantasize about her and what I’d be able to do with her. But I didn’t want to give in just yet – for starters it’d have looked dirty, and then I wanted to at least be able to gauge how we’d make it work. Living with a three hundred meter tall lady wouldn’t be a walk in the park, you see? Just where would she live, and would she remain naked like that all the time?

“Well, anyway… where will you get to live?” I managed to ask. “I mean, I can’t really ask you to remain outside all the time while I’d go to sleep inside and all!”

And there would be the case of food also. Women her size – well, she was probably the only one her size – had to eat a lot. Far more than I could afford, but I suspect the government would try to pay for all of that, after all an hungry and angry giantess her size would be able to wreak havoc on most conventional armies and destroy cities to get her fill, if she so wished. She had to be appeased instead of confronted or at least it was how I felt about it all. One never knows how the public and our politicians would react.

“Don’t worry about it. Apparently, they’ll have a crew coming in and trying to build something for me. Nothing too fancy of course, only a first floor house but, well, at my size and, uh, my weight, you know, I… I’m kind of okay with it. Plus with some luck perhaps they’ll manage to make some great progress on how to create sturdier stuff you know, and I’ll benefit in a few years?”

She was a bundle of optimism, which was a far cry from the former Tori I remembered, who often seemed to really hate her weight and body shape. I had expected her to be a lot sadder than she was. She seemed to really relish her new size even. Perhaps it was the fact her breasts were so much larger than before? Sometimes women seem to care about their size even more than us guys do, from my experience. As it was, I was definitely happy to see her so merry and I decided that not talking about her previous viewpoint was the safest thing to do.

“Anyway, do you intend on remaining clothed like that all along or will you go in the nude too? It’s a little rude to let me be the only one naked, especially if we’re really back together, don’t you agree Derek?”

I looked at her, puzzled for a moment. Did she… Did she want me to strip in front of her like that? Surprisingly, unlike the women I had met before with whom it had been basically implied from the start that we’d do the naughty and nothing else – or not much more – it made me a little uneasy under the steady gaze of Tori. But she seemed so happy at the idea of me striping for her that I couldn’t complain. I took my time getting out of my clothes, however, and was rewarded by an obvious quickening of her breathing.

“I want to taste you.”

Before my brain could really register the meaning of those words, as I was still struggling to remove my shoes, being shirtless already, her hand was brought closer to her mouth, which opened, strand of saliva thicker then I was tall forming for a moment, until they broke off and fell toward the ground hundreds of meters below – even if they probably collided with her mighty tits long before that. Her maw was so deep, dark and wide, she could have chewed my house as if it was nothing, her teeth large enough to be little apartments for normal people!

I was frozen solid, and even when her tongue, monstrous as it was, probably near the size of a small whale or a big elephant, came into view, glistening with her saliva, I couldn’t even let out a meek yelp of pure terror. She could gulp me down and none would be the wiser of what I’d become. Once digested I’d add but a minuscule amount of energy to her god-like body, probably less than a second worth of it, and then I’d find myself becoming an infinitesimal portion of her fat. I almost wondered if my soul would be able to escape her body or if I would be doomed to remain inside of her forever.

Before I could break out my stupor, I was licked all over by that pink behemoth. I was covered in a sticky coat of saliva but I must give credit where it’s due, I wasn’t so much as pushed on my ass. It seemed that Tori knew what she was doing, lightly grazing me. I doubted she got much in term of pure taste out of me, but well, if it pleased her – and it seemed to be the case, since she was humming to herself while her tongue remained stuck to me, or me to it, I guess – I wouldn’t try to break free just yet.

“Damn” she finally stated when she removed her tongue, almost dragging me over ten meters until I pushed myself free. “You taste super good Derek, I guess it’s what they call a healthy lifestyle!”

“Uh… yeah, I guess so?” I replied, as I tried to remove some of her saliva from over me.

“Oops, sorry about that” she chuckled when she noticed what I was doing.

I waved it away, as best I could. It is really an unpleasant experience to be covered by so much saliva, you can believe me. And yet it was also somewhat sexy, like a kind of foreplay which was impossible to achieve with anyone but a colossal giantess like Tori had become. I removed my last clothes and threw them elsewhere in the large palm holding me, and I looked up, at my girlfriend squinted to better see me. I think she noticed how hard I was, because she cooed a little and her cheeks became rosier.

“Damn, I had forgotten how well hung you are Derek… Fuck, I’d love to have your battering ram in me just yet!”

“Well, uh, you could have me instead” I said, taken aback by her frankness.

“Hum… maybe later, I don’t want to rush things too much, my little lover. Plus you could get lost in me, literally!” she laughed, softer this time so I barely winced.

She was right, I realized. None of the other women I had been with the last few months could compare with her. I could truly get lost in her folds and it seemed dubious that she’d be able to fish me out. Heck, would I even be strong enough to survive the movements of her vaginal muscles? Probably not. And yet, I really wanted to get inside of her, sooner rather than later. Perhaps it was dumb, but I felt that if I managed to survive the ordeal and even impregnate her, I’d be sure she wouldn’t ditch a second time, even if some dude grew to be her size or something like that.

“Then, what do you want me to do? Dance for you?”

“Why not?” she grinned. “But no, I’d rather you only moved your hands on your shaft so I could get another taste out of you.”

She winked at the end and even without that hint, I’d have perfectly understood what she wanted. Now it was my turn to blush like a virgin boy. Truly, this more confident Tori was both a treat and a surprise I wasn’t prepared for. Nonetheless, I didn’t let my surprise get the better of me and so I was ready, even slowly pumping my dick when she extended her tongue once more. That thing was truly monstrous, radiating heat and humidity like crazy. It made the simple fact of before it rather unpleasant to tell the truth!

She couldn’t speak now, of course, but she didn’t need to. Just looking at me, as her tongue loomed so close, before falling on her palm with a loud thud which almost sent me on my knees, seemed to please her enough, at least for now. Tori was moaning softly and I wondered if she’d try to touch herself down there; probably not, I decided. She already had trouble doing that before her growth and she was wider and curvier now, so it seemed next to impossible for her to start masturbating standing, mercifully!

That’s how I ended up cumming on her tongue and let me tell you something real unnerving. It amounted to nothing for her. Instead, when after well nigh a minute and a half I had finally released my seed on the pink wall which was so close of me I swear her saliva simply grazed me when it was produced a little too fast, it was but a minuscule pink spot until it simply disappeared in a glistening glob of spit. And just like that, I was spent and I expected her to just wait for something to happen until I’d muster the will to tell her it had already happened.

And then Tori let out the loudest moan ever. I believed it was because she was groping herself or something like that when her tongue was brought back in her cavernous mouth; she tilted her head backward and let out another moan. It was both super sexy and absolutely terrifying. Why was this goddess reacting like that? From where I was, as far as I understood, she had absolutely no reason to be so excited and aroused by anything I could have done. But clearly she was, and all I could do was to wait and see what’d happen next.

“Aren’t you overreacting a little?” I finally managed to shout, perhaps a little angry because I felt she tried to make me feel better over some sort of inadequacy.

“What? Oh… no, not at all!” she replied, looking confused and then a little amused by my reaction. “Ever since I started growing, everything has been a lot tastier, and now I’ve just confirmed it. You see, I don’t think that my taste buds are bigger than they were before” she explained, pointing at her tongue. “So I guess they must be so incredibly numerous that anything I taste, no matter the amount, is just a lot more delicious than before – or at least its taste is a lot stronger!”

It made some sort of sense, but of course it opened an awful lot of doors I didn’t want to see opened. If her tastebuds were normal sized, so were probably her brain cells, etc. In that case, their density. Nope, not thinking about it, I decided. What if she had the mind of a goddess to go with her body anyway? It seemed like a far better use of my time to enjoy it and let me be carried by the flow of life – especially when said flow came from a mountain-sized woman who clearly had some feelings for me, like Tori did.

“Anyway… You’re mine now Derek. I hope you’re ready because I’m more of a woman than you ever dreamt now, and I fully intend to make it up for lost time. Tomorrow, the marriage, and the day after tomorrow, my minuscule lover… Hum, I think I’d love to feel you climb me. What do you say?”

“Yes, to all of it!” I beamed.

The End

Derek and the Dating App by Kurogane335

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10