#growthgiantess

[erikagaulia]

Just talk to her

Just talk to her, what’s the worst that could happen? Even if she simply laughs in my face, it would surely hurt more in the long run knowing that I never even gave it a shot. Why don’t I just do it? I keep trying to convince myself that it could actually lead to something: there is always the possibility that she’s not how she seems. But, of course, who am I kidding? What possible, tiniest, speck of a chance would I have with someone like Julianna? It’s laughable even imagining it.

Still though, what better opportunity am I going to get? She’s actually here. At this party. She never comes to parties, everyone knows that. There are certainly not going to be any more opportunities for me after we graduate. I’ll probably never see her again after this. But no. Still no. Absolutely not. A woman like Julianna, making time for a short, dim-witted, chubby guy who is definitely going to be bald in a few years’ time? Please. I’m so far beneath her that she’d probably just look at me like some microscopic worm had walked up to her and opened its mouth.

In fact, I basically am all but invisible to her I think. Even though we’ve lived opposite each other in the hall since freshman year, I’m pretty sure she still doesn’t know who I am. We’ve not said a word to each other all this time. Never given me so much as a look. Not that I haven’t wanted to spark up some kind of conversation though. Many times have I fantasised about just that. I’d be happy with even a ‘hello’. I thought about transferring to some of her classes once or twice, to maximise those opportunities, but that just seemed too desperate even for me. In a way, it’s strange seeing her out like this. I’d always assumed she was the sort of person who viewed frat parties as beneath her. I guess I thought of myself as that sort of person too, but look at me now.

-

She disappeared inside the house for a while, but later in the evening, I found her again in the garden, over with a group of sorority chicks. She seems to be part of the group, but she’s not talking to any of them. It’s always amusing to see her like that because she’s so much taller than them. Definitely well over 6 feet in flats alone I’d guess, and who knows what height in heels as big as those. I watch her from the edge of the garden for a bit. She takes infrequent sips from a red cup, probably filled with the same sickly punch that I’m drinking. Occasionally she looks away from the group and scans the party. I make sure to avert my eyes toward something else whenever she does.

I feel sorry for her in a way, she looks so bored. Although come to think of it, she always looks bored. That sort of seems to be her default state. Supposedly she does have real friends, presumably hobbies and stuff too, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her enjoying herself. It’s not like she comes across as annoyed or disappointed by people, more just absent—like there is nothing around that is even worth having a strong emotion about. It’s only the times I spot her in the library at all hours of the night, beavering away on whatever project it is she’s working on that day, that she actually looks like she’s fully invested in something.

Do I really know her? I like to think I do, but I guess no one really does. She seems unknowable in a way, as cliched as that sounds. She doesn’t exactly give much away. What are we supposed to think? People only know the things other people have made up about her, and most of that is just inspired by how she looks. Those who have been lucky enough to speak to her just say she’s unfriendly, aloof. I guess they’re right. The word aloof was pretty much invented to describe someone like her. But the weird thing is I’ve heard others say she’s actually just shy. I can’t believe that though. How could someone who looks and dresses like her be shy? She only gets away with being as anti-social as she is because she’s so ridiculously good-looking. Anyone else would be shunned into being an outcast behaving like her. That’s part of the reason I guess why I never felt I could go up and talk to her. It’s too obvious. How many guys must she have to reject on a daily basis?

After all this time, I still struggle to understand how someone can really, genuinely look like her. How can she be a physical human being inhabiting the same world as the rest of us, as opposed to some illusion—a figment of a horny adolescent’s imagination? Even 3 years on, she still seems as unreal to me as the first day I saw her. Whenever I pass her in the hallway, or while out walking through campus, I have to stop myself from instinctively rubbing my eyes to wipe away the mirage. She always looks like she’s stepped straight off of a computer screen, with body parts precisely curated and then sculpted into a paragon of femininity.

I almost don’t believe it. Her face is simply too exquisite to have emerged naturally. It has this unerring elegance to it while at the same time being so obscenely sexy that it overcomes me with feelings of shame to even look at her class headshot for too long. Then there’s her style, which by some miracle manages to do justice to her innate beauty. With her pristine foundation and blusher contrasted against dark lipstick on plump lips, she always applies her make-up so perfectly that it looks like it’s a part of her face. Her hair falls carelessly yet immaculately onto her shoulders, jet-black locks occasionally parting to reveal turquoise highlights that match her eyes. Her style choices seem to be the only glimpse any of us ever get inside the head of Julianna: she obviously loves colour. Tonight she’s wearing a space-themed multicoloured dress, a figure-hugging number with nebulous purple clouds interspersed by black voids, dotted with gold symbols and sparkly four-pointed stars. Admittedly, the dress covers rather little of her body, but this is on the more modest end of things for her. I am more than happy to excuse her for it though. I get it. If I were as implausibly stunning as her, I would probably want to dress up like a mystical cosmic butterfly as well.

Anyway, I like to flatter myself into thinking it’s just her mysterious personality and exuberant sense of dress that draws me to her. But if I am honest, her body has the largest part to play in that. How something like that is even possible, I have no clue. It certainly defies some biological principles, or at the very least statistical probability. The fact is, Julianna is a very tall and incredibly slender woman, so where in the hell did those enormous breasts come from? They’re each bigger than her head for God’s sake. It’s the sort of thing that pains me to think about, and I’m just a guy. I can tell the other sorority girls in that group she’s with are having the same thought: How can one person be so physically blessed with so much all at once?

I know most people still assume she must have had a boob job or several, and with them being that size I get what they’re saying. But those people don’t know what they’re talking about. I’ve spent enough time studying her now—looking at the way they wobble, how she balances her weight as she walks, how softly they compress and squish when she uses her arms—they’re the real thing. Besides, I spoke to a guy once who went to high school with her. Apparently, she always had massive boobs, even when she was much younger. Out of curiosity I also asked him if she really was always this 6-foot-plus, impossibly beautiful, yet frustratingly unknowable goddess that we see before us now, and he merely shrugged and said “pretty much”.

I get sad when I think about it though really. Not just because all of this just makes me feel like a pervert, which I am, but sad because I’m probably just one of the thousands of such characters she must have to deal with on a daily basis. If anything, her weariness with the world is understandable if the way I think about her is any good reflection of it. I take comfort in the fact that I’ve never acted on anything, and wouldn’t even think to, but I can’t deny that I do think about her a lot. And like so many others, I catch myself staring. It’s so hard not to when someone like her is nearby. Even though, like staring at the Sun, I know it’ll only lead to me hurting myself. And sure, she’s blessed, but she doesn’t deserve that. One can have too much of a good thing I suppose.

In some ways, it must be a drag looking like she does. The attention is one thing, but having a body so crazily out of proportion must be physically exhausting. Although she never lets on that she suffers from it, even imagining the back pain makes me wince. I guess she could always get a breast reduction if she wanted, so perhaps she doesn’t mind their weight and the attention they bring. She certainly doesn’t cover them up that much. And I can count on my hands the number of times I’ve seen her wearing a bra. Also, where does she even find dresses like that anyway? I can only guess that she makes them herself. Whatever the case, I am frankly losing my mind seeing her standing there in that thing.

I remember in my freshman year that, for a long time, I thought she must have been some hallucination—her beauty something only I could see. But then I realised she was simply so attractive that people felt uncomfortable even bringing it up in conversation. Eventually though the almost offensive beauty of the new freshman down the hall couldn’t go ignored. Then people got to know her—and learned of her unsettlingly aloof personality—and something about the spell seemed to break. Now everyone knows her, for better or worse. She’s sort of infamous, in a way. Julianna: the ridiculously hot and ridiculously tall senior who rarely speaks and has gigantic tits. Again, it’s only because of her looks that she even has some semblance of a social life. Despite rarely engaging with anyone, she gets invited to things constantly. I guess it’s just so people can be around her and bask in the second-hand beauty. Of course these events she'd only ever attend sparingly. Like this one, funnily enough. For some reason, that is anyone’s guess, in the final week of semester, Julianna has finally decided to grace us with her presence—at a frat party of all things.

-

As I watch a few basketball players now attempt to make conversation with her, what I can’t understand most of all is how she’s managed to remain single all this time. Why have I never heard of a boyfriend, or even a girlfriend? To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if people even try and hit on her. They must do, surely, but I’d certainly never attempt it. From the way she carries herself, I get the impression that the idea of a relationship is simply beneath her—that there is no one around who remotely matches up. Perhaps when people have tried, she just obliterates them so totally that they never mention it again, pretend like it never happened. Now that I think of it, I did hear of one guy who tried to hit on her at some college event and was even seen maintaining the conversation late into the night. But then he ended up transferring to a different college straight after that and was never seen again. Unrelated, I’m sure, but it makes me wonder how bad could it have gone if she was indeed the cause of all that.

I suppose Julianna really just has no interest in anything like that. From what I hear she’s a very driven woman, very academic. They say she works night and day, and from the handful of times I’ve been in the library late at night, she has always been there. She’s at the top of all of her classes I hear too. Everyone majoring in some math or physics electives—or whatever difficult subject it is she’s majoring in—talks about how insanely smart she is. I can barely even wrap my head around it myself, but then there’s a lot that’s hard to believe about Julianna. As improbable as it is that someone who looks like her could be some kind of super-genius as well, it sadly does seem to be the case. I know she’s on the Dean’s honours list this year, the only one from our graduating class. Someone told me recently too that she’s also made it onto some incredibly prestigious astrophysics grad program, and that schools were practically falling over themselves to offer her fellowships. I can only imagine what they’ll think when they see what she looks like.

It’s shameful really that these are the only things I know about her. I can’t claim to love her exactly, but the place she occupies in my mind is definitely adjacent to that. It worries me that living so close to Julianna was what has spoiled my own romantic exploits during my college career. What kind of person am I to think all these things and still never talk to her? Not even a word. Even after lusting over her for three years, all I know is that she loves stuff to do with space, is incredibly intelligent, and has huge boobs. I’m pathetic really. Why should I be rewarded with a conversation when that’s the end result of my three-year masturbatory obsession?

But then I think to myself: Maybe that’s exactly why I should talk to her. Strike up a conversation. Just get it over with so I can get on with my life. Rip off the bandaid as they say. Maybe I’ll find out that she’s just a huge bitch and I can get over this stupid crush. Or maybe we’d actually hit it off. The latter doesn’t seem so likely, but who knows? I’d kill to even see her smile at this point.

-

As the night wore on, the peak of the party’s activity waned and people began to disperse from the garden of the frat house, either making their way inside to collapse, or scurrying off in couples to some darkened hedgerow to fuck. I’d mostly kept to myself that night, only making light small talk with people if I had to. Drinking far too much of the punch too, which I was now aware was more potent than it tasted.

But I could feel the Dutch courage growing in me now. All that time I had kept a watch on Julianna. She was always easy to spot, such a radiant and colourful vision of a woman, and always a good head-or-so taller than those around her. At one point she drifted from the latest group of sorority girls that were boring her, and towards an empty section of the long marble balustrade that bounded the far end of the garden. I waited for a moment to see if she was planning to join a different group, but she paused. Looking out at the party, scanning it, her gaze eventually landed on me, staring right back at her. I felt in that instant her dazzling emerald eyes pierce my skull. Then, without warning, the alcohol in my veins lifted my feet on my behalf and caused me to walk toward her. I was unable to stop myself, like a magnetic force was moving my body against my will. Her face though, implacable as ever, showed no hint of emotion. No suggestion of either interest or otherwise that I was now approaching her. She merely stood there and waited.

By the time I was a few feet away I felt my face go hot, I knew I must have been turning bright red, my entire head felt as if it was about to explode. Julianna remained still, standing right before me, her breasts so large they occupied an uncomfortable amount of my vision. I realised as I neared her, that I had forgotten just how tall she was. In the heels she was wearing she towered over me at something that must have been close to 6’7’’. I looked up at her face. Oh her face. God she was just too beautiful for me, or for anyone, I thought.

Though we had been staring directly at each other for almost half a minute by now, Julianna had still not opened her mouth or even made so much as a move. In her left hand, she was still holding a red cup. For some reason I found myself lifting my own drink and offering her some kind of weird salute,

“Hey, uh, Julianna. Congrats on making the Dean’s list.” I said.

To which a single eyebrow raised slightly, her eyes looking down at me with half-interested curiosity,

“Thank you Carlos.”

Oh crap. Panic set in as I learned that she did know my name after all. Somehow I never expected that. I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised, having lived so close to each other for three years, but still.

“Uh, you’re welcome.” I continued “So, are you… enjoying the party.”

Some of my drink got caught in my throat, making me sound like a frog, but she ignored it. Instead, she just stared down at me with a blank expression for a few seconds, blinking emptily as if to confirm that really was how I was going to begin this interaction.

“It’s fine,” she replied eventually, in a serious but not unkind voice, “I told myself I’d go to at least one of these things before graduation.”

I chuckled nervously, trying to clear the stench of awkwardness and insecurity that was accumulating around me,

“Oh, heh, yeah they’re not really my thing either. What do you usually do instead?”

“What do you mean?” She asked in response.

Once again her voice was not unkind, but it was oddly stern—a manner that suggested she couldn’t quite believe my offerings of conversation were really as dull as this.

“I mean, what do you usually do in the evenings?”

“I usually just stalk the streets to find men to hypnotise and kill.” She answered without emotion.

I paused for a moment in silence, her response was so abrupt that I didn’t even know how to react.

“I’m kidding.” She continued eventually in the same deadpan, before relieving me with just the smallest of smiles out of the corner of her mouth.

“Oh! God… Right, yeah…”

I could see from the subtle roll of her eyes that she had lost hope in me already, though the smile that then followed, surprisingly, carried no element of disdain.

After some further stumbling introductions on my behalf, we did gradually settle into something more closely resembling a human conversation. We exchanged a few more lukewarm sentences about the party and our feelings on finally graduating. She told me about the PhD program she was about to embark on and I tried to stop my eyes from glazing over when she described what she was going to be researching. Something about galaxies, I think. She even asked me a few questions about what I was planning to do, to which I had to admit I had not made any plans for how to make use of the business degree I would soon be in possession of. I expected her to roll her eyes again at that, but she just stared at me blankly, as if my lack of motivation was something she found impossible to even comprehend.

A while later, and as the lingering partygoers began to behave in an increasingly wild and debauched manner, we decided to sit together on the marble balustrade and watch them, freshly topped-up cups of punch in hand. I was grateful for the new position as standing talking to a woman so much taller than I was becoming both uncomfortable and slightly embarrassing.

Safe to say though: I was freaking out. I had tried to keep my growing panic about these developments bottled up, but thanks to the alcohol, I was unable to gauge how much of it might have been coming across in the contortions of my face. But miraculously, Julianna had shown no desire yet to leave our conversation. She had even invited me to sit beside her after getting our refills. It was going so much better than I could have ever anticipated. Julianna of all people, perhaps the smartest and most beautiful woman in existence, actually wanted to talk to me over anyone else at this party. I was so desperately out of my depth that the only way I could focus myself was by thinking only about how to get from one sentence to the next, and by trying my best not to look at her rack.

We gradually exhausted most of the general-purpose topics of conversation students would usually share with each other upon a first meeting. She had humoured my boringness by answering everything politely, but also while sharing precious few details about herself at the same time. I could sense then that a lull in the flow of conversation was approaching. So I decided to make an unannounced attempt to go somewhere deeper.

“So, do you have any regrets?” I blurted out after a fresh silence had stewed between us for an uncomfortable few seconds. For the first time that night, she actually seemed interested in something that had left my mouth. She turned to me and stared down her nose with a look that was avuncular, if a little condescending—like she had just witnessed a small rodent perform a trick.

“Regrets? How do you mean?” She replied, that smirk returning to the corner of her mouth again.

“I mean, things you would have done differently? In college… or in life I guess.”

“No. I don’t.” She replied, turning away from me again.

Once again her reply was so matter-of-fact, and without any form of elaboration, that it took me a second to recalibrate.

“Really? So everything in your life has gone exactly how you wanted it to?”

“Yes.” She answered without a pause,

For a second it looked like I had blown yet another attempt at conversation, but this time she continued.

“Why do you ask? Are there things you wished went differently?”

And the spotlight was back on me. Unfortunately, it seemed my attempt to peel back some of the layers of Julianna had backfired, as it had done several times already now.

“Oh. Well… Yeah,” I sputtered. “Loads of things. I guess we have slightly different outlooks on life.”

Julianna paused for a moment in thought, before shifting her position so as to face me head-on. I once again had to struggle to stop my eyeballs from involuntarily pointing down towards her chest which was now being compressed together by her arms and hovering unnervingly close to my own.

“What do you regret, Carlos.”

She said, enunciating it almost as if it was not a question. Having never heard her talk at length before, I was surprised by just how formal and authoritative her manner of speech was. Her voice had an attractive sonority and depth to it, but at the same time was almost robotic. It gave me the impression that her thoughts were formulated so precisely in her brain that she merely needed to open her mouth and everything she wanted to say would emerge exactly as conceived.

“Oh, you know.” I continued, “just my whole life really. Failure to achieve what I want. Failure to even try.”

I tried to make it sound like one of the dry jokes she would have made, but I could hear the emotion catch in my throat as I spoke, undermining any attempt to come across like I didn’t wholeheartedly believe what I had just said.

“But you got into a good school, I see you have friends, what do you regret?” She asked back, surprising me with a sudden kindness in her voice.

This thread of conversation was not going how I had wanted, and I knew I needed to try and divert from it. But when I looked up at Julianna again she was still staring deep into my eyes, just like she had when I first approached her. Her expression was neither warm nor cold, it was devoid of all emotion yet was somehow incredibly intense. Her wide hazel eyes felt like they had latched onto my own, making it impossible to look away. In the light coming from the frat house in the distance, her smooth, lightly-tanned skin almost looked like it was glowing.

I blinked frantically to try and snap myself out of whatever tipsy daydream was threatening to swallow me up.

“Oh nothing.” I replied, eventually, still feeling startled by Julianna’s gaze. “I just think I’m in a rut, romantically.”

No!, I thought, and slapped my hand across my mouth in shock. I had never intended to add the word “romantically” yet it had somehow fallen unbridled out of my mouth anyway.

“I see.” Julianna continued on my behalf, a semi-smile forming again. So you wish you’d had more hookups? Gotten a girlfriend?”

“I don’t know why we’re talking about this, I wanted to know about you!” I cried, trying to laugh it off. “But yeah, I thought college was when that was all supposed to happen. I’ve just not managed to figure it out. Too much time spent holed up in my dorm I think.”

Julianna turned away from me and looked out across the party. The revelry was now dwindling, with only half the attendees who had been there when we began talking left roaming the garden in a state of undress.

“Well there’s plenty of drunk sorority girls here tonight. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind one last fling before graduation.”

There was an unmistakable note of derision in her voice now.

“I’m not interested in them.” I heard myself say—the second time in a row I had said something without meaning to.

I glanced down at my cup and saw that my punch had disappeared. It was only when I looked up again that the wooziness hit me all at once. I could see Julianna’s cup was almost empty as well, but unlike me, she appeared as calm and centred as always.

“What are you interested in then?”

She replied, eyes narrowing. Her voice was snarky and pitying, but still managing not to come across as unkind.

“Oh come on.” I guffawed at an uncomfortable volume, shaking my head in disbelief.

But Julianna shot back at me sharply,

“Humour me,” she said, taking another sip.

I could really feel my heart thumping now. The drunken courage had so far allowed me to keep up in a conversation with the most beautiful woman I had ever met, but it was obvious now that she was operating on a different level, probably one I would not be able to understand even if I was sober. Yet despite the fact I was sitting here trying to drown myself in a mire of inadequacy, she was still here by my side, egging me on. Perhaps my rambling and drunken incoherence was amusing to her in some way.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say… what were we talking about?” I asked her, my voice sounding weak and panic-stricken all of a sudden.

Julianna smiled and shook her head genially, “you were telling me about your regrets—your failure to find romance in college. I’m asking you: what is it you wish you did? Who is it you wish you did, if you prefer?”

“Well, you know,” I began cautiously, “it’s not really like I have any specific regrets. It’s more generalised regret—a feeling of wasted time.”

“That’s not good.” She replied thoughtfully.

“You don’t feel like that, at times?”

“No” was all she said in response, her reluctance to elaborate further unsurprising at this point in the conversation.

Several minutes of silence drifted past, during which time I tried to regain focus on my surroundings, and Julianna quietly sipped what remained of her drink. She seemed to be watching the party again—the wasted sorority girls in their bikinis, and the various athletes in team jackets attempting to hook up with them in as an enthusiastic but unthreatening manner as they could manage without being given the mace. Julianna seemed both curious and disinterested at once, as though she was somehow their elder, watching the children play their trivial games. Though in reality, she had said precious few words to me so far, I still found myself struck by how remarkably wise—and in a way, ageless—she seemed to be. It was even more surprising just how much this impression had made me forget the outlandish sexuality of that preposterous body of hers. That had clearly been what drew me to her in the first place, but there were just too many astounding and confusing traits about this woman to keep track of at once. It was only when she leant back to stretch her spine that the outward swell of her breasts reminded me of their existence. Each time I had to gulp and look away as they threatened to burst out of her tight, multicoloured dress.

Something caught Julianna’s interest then, and she turned to face me again,

“You know they’re all wasted,” she began, gesturing towards the scenes of animalistic lust playing out in the garden, “Those girls, all the basketball players treat them like shit. If you go to one and talk to her kindly, perhaps hold her hair while she vomits into a toilet, she might even let you fuck her.”

Her smirk suggested she was joking again, but her tone remained as deadpan as ever, to the point that it felt inappropriate to laugh.

“I don’t want that” I replied, knowing full well how she would respond to that.

“So what is it you want, Carlos?” came the inevitable question, one that she was apparently so eager to know the answer to.

I started speaking but found the words clog up like detritus in my throat and come out distasteful.

“Where are you going with all this, you want me to just describe my perfect woman or something?”

“Please.” She said, shooting me another piercing stare with almost-black eyes that I could swear had changed colours since I last looked.

“I mean, it’s not like I think I’m in a position to be picky” I began, my words slurring more than I wanted “but, you know, I’d want a nice girl, someone who wouldn’t mind just being my best friend. Someone who I wouldn’t have to try and be someone else around.”

“Uh huh?” She replied, rolling her eyes.

“What?” I spat back, “what’s wrong with wanting that?”

Julianna sighed and placed one hand on my thigh.

“Nothing, it’s just that ‘that’ was not really much of anything. I was hoping for something more. Tell me something you would usually never admit to. I took a chance on you, Carlos. You seemed like perhaps you had more going on in your head than the others.”

After she took her hand away again, a brief glint in her eye caught mine as she went in for another sip of her drink. Her black eyes seemed to have some streaks of colour appearing in them—strips of green and gold light erupted inside the irises of her left eye, and a dazzling segment of sapphire appeared in the right. I could sense them communicating something to me, silently. Broadcasting some kind of intangible information.

Julianna’s game was still impossible to determine, but the clues had mounted to the point where I was at least certain there was a game being played. She was goading me into doing something. Saying something. What, I had no clue, and was too hopelessly outmatched by her intellect to attempt to find out. But whatever it was, she had taken some hold of me, and I felt a hidden part of me open up.

“Fine… well, if I’m being totally honest… You know, I came over here originally to… sort of…”

“Uh huh?” She interrupted again, nodding at me with sarcastic encouragement.

“I mean, it’s just… I’d always… sort of… liked you…? You know?”

I'd done it. Holding my breath, I braced for impact. But Julianna did not react at first. She instead placed her cup down beside her on the ledge and shuffled her body around so her chest was pointing directly towards me again.

“Me?” She replied, pointing to herself, her voice betraying a sort of forced naivety that she wasn’t attempting to conceal,

“Yeah,” I replied quietly after a beat. I squinted as if a bomb was about to detonate.

Julianna went silent. Instead of putting me out of my misery, she decided to leave me in that state of nerve-wracking suspense, stewing over what I, for no apparent reason, had just admitted to her. I began to question why I did it. But in my state of shellshock, I couldn’t quite figure out how I was even supposed to feel. Julianna just looked down at her lap for some time. We both stared at her fingernails, which were painted black and dotted with thousands of tiny white stars that seemed to sparkle when the light struck them. Eventually, she looked up again, and returned her gaze to mine. The slow, sultry opening of her eyelids made my heartbeat thrum at an even more alarming rate than it had been.

“You don’t even know me.” She said softly, with a breathier voice than before.

“I-I know, but ever since I first saw you… I just… I thought…” I trailed off, feeling incredibly self-conscious now about the fact she had yet to return any sort of similar sentiment towards me, positive or negative.

“What did you think?”

“Just… you know, that you were attractive,” I replied, bitterly.

The words came out harder than I expected. I felt a new sense of irritation come over me. How was she was managing to get this out of me while offering nothing in return, not even a let-down?

“I see, what about me do you find attractive?” Julianna asked. Her eyelids fluttered at me again as if to try and pull me deeper into their trap.

“Well, surely you know Julianna,” I replied, the irritation building further now.

“Tell me.”

In a moment of panic, I stupidly glanced down at her breasts again and felt a sense of frustration—at myself more than anyone—bubble to the surface.

“What do you want me to say? List all the things I find attractive about you? The list of things I don’t would be far shorter. Empty, in fact.”

Her eyebrows raised in anticipation as if to suggest I was finally approaching the destination she was guiding me towards.

“I see. How interesting.” She answered.

I was stunned. Her reply was so condescending that I could scarcely believe I was still talking to the same pleasant girl I had spent the evening with. From the way she had reacted to my admission of attraction to her, anyone would think I had deigned to ask God herself if I could sleep with her. The attitude of this woman had turned in a blink from playful banter, to some kind of off-putting ego trip— one I was keen to escape from.

“Fine, Julianna. You got what you wanted I guess. Yes, it’s true: I like you. I’m sure you find it hilarious how every sorry guy in this college has got a crush on you that’s as big as your tits, but how do you think we feel having to be around some giant super-intelligent super-goddess like you all the time. Save some for the rest of us why don’t you?”

I knew even before opening my mouth that my outburst was a humungous mistake. I half expected Julianna to pick up a nearby drink and throw it in my face, but instead, she just continued to look down her nose at me with the same mirthful smirk as before.

“Huh.” She said, nodding to herself.

“What!? Tell me!” I spat, before sensing the pitiful back-pedalling that I knew was about to follow, “Fuck! Look… I’m sorry it all came out like that, I didn’t mean—”

“Do you think about my tits often, Carlos?” Julianna interrupted.

I froze, my mouth and eyes gaping wide open at her.

“It’s just that you’ve always looked at them a lot,” she continued, “I wonder if they occupy your mind when I’m not around too.”

The way she was speaking was so casual it sounded more like she was asking me for an opinion on a new haircut. Instead, it appeared I had now stumbled into a mind game that involved me being interrogated over having private thoughts about her breasts too often.

“Look, I don’t know what this is… but I’ve had enough. This conversation is making me uncomfortable. I think I’m just gonna—“

“How many times have you imagined having sex with me?” She carried on, ignorning me, before seizing my wrist with her hand to prevent my escape.

I glanced around at the party, but suddenly everyone, even the drunken girls, had disappeared—only a few jocks remained, all of whom were too incapacitated to rescue me from wherever this was headed. Julianna on the other hand was still staring at me with wide, emotionless eyes, one entirely green and the other blue.

“Look, whatever it is I’ve done to upset you… I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry if my behaviour has ever come across as untoward, or seedy, or… I mean, I would never even think to hurt you or even go near you. Never in a million years would I have thought someone like you—”

“Would want to fuck you?” She interrupted, the smirk disappearing in an in an instant,

“No! I’m sorry, okay!? I apologise. Whatever it is, I apologise. What is your game here? Just tell me and put me out of my misery okay?”

With that, she turned away from me and released my wrist. A few seconds later a sharp pain emerged from where she had grabbed me—the skin around my wrist was stinging badly and in the darkness almost looked like it was beginning to blister. Julianna then stood up at once and wordlessly held out her hand, instructing me to take it. I did as I was told, wincing slightly at the temperature of her palm which seemed far hotter than could have been healthy for anyone's body.

Hand in hand, Julianna led me out towards the wooden gate at the far end of the white marble balustrade we had been sitting on. The back garden of the frat house that had hosted the party led out directly into a series of open fields, which seemed to be where we were going. I was once again unnerved by how frighteningly tall she was, and how much stronger she seemed to be than me, in spite of her slender build. I gulped as I watched her shapely hips and firm buttocks swerve elegantly as she walked ahead of me. Her strides were long and fast and betrayed little of the cumbersome weight she carried on her chest. I tried my best to keep up, but found myself at all times lagging several steps behind.

Though my mind was awash with anxiety and fear, a submerged part of my reptilian brain still roiled with excitement. I couldn’t quite believe that I was holding hands with her after all the time I had spent imagining it. And she wanted me, although for what exactly, I was still unsure of. My emotions were conflicted. As happy as I was to be led away from the party by Julianna in that moment, I couldn’t shake the idea that it was because she meant to harm me in some way.

Following the dirt path down the hill, we found ourselves at a final stone wall. She instructed me to mount it after her and we dropped down into a dark field filled with ankle-length grass. Now with the frat house far off in the distance behind a thicket of pine trees, it was a struggle to see even a few feet in front of me. The field was illuminated only by shreds of moonlight piercing through cracks in the clouds overhead.

“Seriously, can you please just explain what it is we’re doing out here?” I called up to her, “I’m getting pretty freaked out now.”

“I just want to get to know you better. Really take you all in.” She called back, tugging my hand towards her even harder, “I got the feeling that the lack of privacy back there was inhibiting you.”

I yanked my hand free from her grip, instinctively shaking it so as to dispel the pain from where her intense heat had scalded me. Sensing me release, Julianna whipped around and stared down at me with an expression of mock surprise.

“Well fine. I guess here will do,” she announced.

Despite the fact it was almost pitch black, I was somehow still able to see all of her body in surprising detail. I could follow the outline of her curvaceous figure, identify the stars that speckled her dress. Even her skin seemed to glow in the dark, as if illuminated from somewhere deep beneath the flesh. I gazed up towards her face and her eyes like immaculate sapphires were shining down on me, reflecting an unidentified source of light. It was all too much to take. I felt the frustration building within me again.

“Just tell me what you want,” I cried out, “Everything about you is so fucking confusing. I’ve confessed about that stupid crush I had on you, but what crime is that really? I never did anything. I just left you be. If you’re torturing me just for that, then I don’t think it is really all that fair.”

Julianna sighed and smiled. “I’m not intending to torture you, Carlos. You’re doing that to yourself. All I’ve done is ask you questions.”

I looked away in desperation, but the woman quickly grabbed my jaw in her hand and forced me to stare into her eyes again.

“Now, why don’t you touch my breasts?”

I heard myself scream internally. Unable to even react at first, I paused to replay what I had just heard. But as the silent seconds dragged on it just seemed ever more like a transient aberration of my mind. Then she repeated it.

“Carlos. Touch my breasts. Come on, just do it.” She said again, more forcefully this time, before grabbing my wrists without warning and pressing my open hands into her awaiting chest.

All possible doubts as to the realness of Julianna’s breasts were dispelled in instant by the impossible softness I felt under my hands. They were so soft that it made their simultaneous shapeliness appear to defy physics. Yet they were obviously monumentally heavy too, and nor could I understand how she was able to hold them up when supported only by that thin dress. I allowed her to continue forcing me into groping her for a while, but she eventually released her hands and permitted me to play on my own. I had long since chosen to ignore the erection that had appeared in my pants, as I was too enraptured by the moment. The one thing I was clear on was that there was unlikely to be another opportunity like this.

While I continued to fondle Julianna’s breasts over her dress I began to notice that her body had become even more visible through the darkness. The dim glow that I thought I had seen emanating from her skin before seemed to grow brighter. After a few minutes spent squeezing her chest, it was unmistakable—her entire body was glowing now, lighting up a few-feet’s radius of the grass around us. When looking directly at her skin the light seemed constant, like the Sun seen through thick clouds, but when looking away and out at our surroundings, the light darted and rippled, as if refracting off the surface of a pond. I looked up at her and noticed that this light was pouring out of every section of bare skin, not just her arms and shoulders. Even her face, neck and breasts were glowing, with only the dress and her hair silhouetted against the light.

“Julianna. What the hell is going on!” I blurted out. “Am I just completely wasted, or is this real…? Y-you look like you’re glowing or something.” I made to release my hands from her breasts but she grabbed my wrists once again and forced me to press them into her even harder.

“Don’t worry. Just something my body does. Now tell me what you feel. How do you like them?”

“What do you mean? You mean your boobs? I don't know what you want me to say. I mean, they’re amazing, yes… but I-I’m more concerned about what is happening to you. Can you explain something to me for once, please!?”

Julianna breathed in deeply, arching her back as if she was absorbing something from the atmosphere. She pushed out her breasts further in my direction and I found myself clenching down on them harder, grabbing and squeezing sections of soft flesh at random. Despite not being able to even grab a decent amount of them in my palms at any one time, I did my best to give their entire volume my attention.

“All in good time.” She said finally. “Now do as I ask. Tell me what you feel. What do you think about them?”

I still couldn’t understand what she wanted out of me, but as her tone was darkening somewhat, I saw it best to try at least.

“I… I love them. They’re so big. So huge, I can’t believe they’re even real.”

“Good. More.” Julianna replied, a slight breathlessness coming over her previously calm demeanour. Her eyes were now closed.

“I’ve wanted to touch these for so long. I’ve thought about them every night, thought about you. How beautiful you are. How unbelievable you look, all the time. I never in my dreams imagined I would actually get to…”

“Go on.” She continued, now talking only in between sharp gasps of air. “Tell me more. What do you think about me?”

She was panting now, as if my mere words were causing exertion in her in some way.

“I don’t even know what to think. I can’t understand it. No one can. How you are this perfect? So beautiful, so tall, so smart. You’re like a woman from another planet. How is any of this possible? And your tits… Oh my god.”

I pressed my fingers in further.

“More.” She yelled, throwing her head backwards.

“I-I don’t know what you want!”

“Do you masturbate to the thought of me?”

“Yes! Of course, I do! You’re incredible, Julianna. A goddess. You might be the most amazing woman in the entire world.”

“Ughhhhh” she cried out with a deafening wail. The light from her body shone so brightly that I had to cover my eyes.

After concluding a long, visceral moan, Julianna finally threw her head forward again and looked down at me from above. My hands were on autopilot now, just continuing to vigorously play with her enormous soft masses, occasionally reaching down into her dress to get closer to them. She paused to inspect the way I was attempting to jiggle and toss them around in my hands, and briefly joined me to squeeze other parts of the flesh in between her own fingers.

Apparently satisfied with my attempt, she then crouched down so that her face was at a level with mine. Her skin was now gleaming so brightly that she looked more like a being made of pure light than a human woman. Her eyes had changed colours once again but were no longer even recognisable as such—her irises transformed into two iridescent portals of pure colour that changed from green to magenta to red and then blue with every blink. Although throughout all of this I had continued to fondle her breasts in an unmistakably sexual manner, she had yet to touch me in any way that could have been interpreted as anything remotely intimate. I still couldn’t understand what her game was here, but it was obviously far too late to ask questions. I was no longer even sure I knew what this woman was.

“Are you scared, Carlos?” She asked calmly.

“No.” I replied, “I mean. Sort of. I’m also very turned on. It’s a confusing feeling.”

“Good. Do you want to have sex with me then?”

“Yes,” I replied straightforwardly, not leaving even a second’s pause for any stupid rational thoughts to catch up.

Thinking that I finally knew what it was that she wanted, I instinctively stepped forward to kiss her on mouth which was only inches away from my own. But before I could reach her she brought up one glowing finger, and placed it gently over my lips, stopping me in my tracks. It was scorching hot against my skin, and far larger than I expected it to be.

“No. Tell me.” She spoke in a half-whisper.

“Tell you what?”

“What you want to do to me.”

I tried to muster some kind of thoughtful response but ended up just letting the words fall out as they came to me.

“I… I don’t know… I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve wanted nothing more than that for years. Even just to touch you. Kiss you perhaps. God, I just want to touch all of that incredible body of yours. I want to make love to you.”

“Love? Really? Doesn’t sound like love, Carlos.” She boomed all of a sudden, her voice rising in volume and lowering in pitch in an instant.

Julianna then began to stand up again. As she did, her bosom escaped from my grip and rose up far above my head and out of my reach. Only then did I realise that the breasts I had been trying my best to play with in my hands were much, much larger than the ones I remembered grabbing a hold of. In fact, it seemed all of Julianna had grown in size while she had been crouching and I had failed to notice it. When she straightened her back and erected herself to her full height again my eyes were drawn upwards to the sky, only stopping when her head came to a rest a good several feet above the height she once was. I stepped back and swallowed sharply. The woman was now in excess of eight or perhaps nine feet tall—her stomach level with my eyes. Her breasts were also substantially larger, even in comparison to her new stature, and looming just above my head. All while this was happening her body continued to exude its unnatural glow, which due to her new immense size was now bathing the field around us in an undulating light show of multicoloured beams.

“Julianna!” I cried out. “What the fuck is happening right now!? What is this? You’re not human, are you?”

The woman laughed deeply, her voice even more sonorous than before, it reverberated through the ground and up into my bones.

“Sort of. I’m a Siren, Carlos.”

“What the hell is that?” I yelled, shaking my head in disbelief, “You mean… Like a real Siren? From mythology, or whatever? That sailors find at sea?”

“Are we at sea?”

“No, but… come on, you know what I mean.”

Julianna chuckled “Yes. A bit like that.”

“But what does that even mean? This isn’t real, right? I don’t understand. Why are you so big all of a sudden? And why are you glowing like that? I feel like I’m about to go blind if I keep looking at you any longer.”

“Oh you’ll be worse than blind if you do, I’m afraid.”

Without waiting for a reply, Julianna inhaled deeply and leant backwards as far as she could, eventually crashing to the ground on her back. Though she shook the Earth around me as she landed, the grass caught her fall somehow—the short tendrils experiencing a rush of explosive growth, enough to craft a tangled nest in time for her to lie back in. Once she had come to a rest she propped herself upright, with her legs splayed open, inviting me in. Her dress, that at first had seemed to grow alongside her, was now gradually dissolving into her skin, revealing her entire body naked before me. All I saw now was an awaiting vulva watching me ominously up ahead.

Lying back on her low grassy throne in front of me, and with her feet placed flat on the ground, I could tell she had grown even further. I walked towards her cautiously, finding myself no taller than her knee now. From around one side of her legs I could also see that her breasts had also continued to outpace both the rest of her body and had now tumbled off her body. They gathered up into two heavy heaps each resting half in her lap, and half on the ground either side of her.

“Tell me what is going on!” I shouted, tugging at my hair, more out of fear than anything else, “I really feel like I’m losing it here!”

Julianna began to laugh once again and with each successive intake of breath, more beams of intense light shone out from different parts of her nude body. I could see all around her that the once lifeless grass was bursting with new growth—tiny multicoloured flowers dotted the ground at her feet and large leafy ferns were bursting forth from the perimeter where her breasts met the ground.

“It’s you, Carlos.” Julianna began, "This is all because of you. Because of your lust. I feed on it. It gives me my power. The way you people lust over me from a distance is usually enough to sustain me most days, but sometimes I just want to take it all the way with someone like you. Really drink it in. You can see what it does to me. This feels as good as it looks. Honestly, I’ve never managed to get this big before. You must really want me.”

“What do you want with me though? Please, whatever it is I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt me.”

“Don’t you listen?” Julianna boomed, leaning forward so she could look at me closer, standing meekly between her legs. “It’s not about what I want. It’s what you want. Every lustful thought you have about me just makes me bigger and stronger. And I want more. I want you to submit to your desires, Carlos. To feed me… Now, I could continue to ask you what those are, but I see there’s no point. I know how much you want me.”

Without waiting for my permission Julianna reached down and wrapped one giant glowing hand around my body. I watched my clothes turn to cinders and disintegrate away from my body due to the scorching heat radiating from her hand. Although my clothes were gone in seconds, she seemed to be able to stop herself from burning my skin if she so desired, and I was left unharmed, this time.

The next thing I felt was being lowered down towards her naked figure, my body now only half the length of her torso. She placed me in between her breasts, which had swollen to sizes exceeding double-decker buses. Even though they now spilled out across the ground on either side of her, they were so large that they comfortably engulfed most of her chest and even her lap as well. Once I was safely lying on her stomach, nestled in between the tops of her breasts, she then used her arms to compress more of them down around me. I felt myself be entirely submerged, surrounded on all sides by soft walls. But despite having been swallowed up into this fleshy prison, I could still see everything around me as clear as day, the little available space illuminated like the inside of a bulb from the light pouring out of every inch of her skin.

I squinted through the blinding light. Up close, her flesh was unlike any human’s—she had no freckles, hairs, or even veins to speak of. But when I really inspected it, I noticed that it was not completely featureless. There were blurry pockets of colour moving and shifting around a few centimetres underneath her skin. Emeralds, blues, and golds, all twisted and distorted in formless overlapping shapes, never staying still. I did not get to admire the colours for long though because I soon felt the Siren clench her flesh down around me tighter still, her giant breasts squeezing the air from my lungs as they encroached. Just as my life felt about to be squeezed from my body, they receded, only to return once more a few seconds later. In and out, she compressed and released her breasts around my feeble frame, and I felt a little more of my soul escape my body with every successive pulsation.

By the time they finally receded enough to allow me to look down at my naked and bruised body, I could see I was already in the process of ejaculating. My cum spurted out like a dart and struck some nameless section of nearby boobflesh. As the tiny white splatter landed, it caused bolts of lighting to spark out of her skin and wrap both me and the Siren in spindles of electricity. I felt my entire body shudder, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards out of her cleavage. l landed with a thump on her hard stomach. The vast entities that were Julianna’s breasts parted and revealed her smiling face once again. It shone down on me brightly, like the full moon rising between two gleaming mountains.

From all of the light bursting from Julianna’s giant body, I could only imagine the scene this must have been creating around us. But looking across the field from my elevated position, it seemed as tranquil as when we had arrived. Julianna leant forwards again so she could look at me up close, lying naked and shrivelled on her stomach like a discarded rag. I was unable to keep track of her growth, but she seemed to have become even larger than when she first picked me up.

I tried to gauge her emotion, her face was somehow both exactly the same yet even more beautiful and impossible to read due to its cosmic size. Locks of black and turquoise hair were flailing wildly all around her head as if submerged underwater. Occasionally more bolts of lightning would spark up in random places, and sparkle across parts of her face and hair. Her eyes were now spinning kaleidoscopes. Thousands of colours spiralled around her irises, many of which I couldn’t name like interlopers from beyond the visible spectrum. Her eyes beamed even more brightly than her body and caused complicated patterns of light to flicker across her body and mine. Yet besides all this terrifying splendour, the Siren’s aura was somehow matriarchal in a way that assuaged all fear I might have had.

The enormity and incomprehensible beauty of the creature I was lying on made her impossible to resist. The only thought going through my mind was a desire to submit to her. To make love to her. To give her everything I had. I had to find a way to do it, somehow. I knew that was what I wanted, it was what I had always wanted. But ironically it was now more unattainable than it had ever been.

Seeing there were very few options available to me, I simply began to kiss her. I lay down on my front and I kissed whatever parts of the Siren’s skin I could reach. Her flesh had an intense and sweet-smelling aroma. It tasted in a way like every fruit I had ever tried all mixed into one. Yet when I touched her with my tongue, her body gave me a sharp numbing shock as if to punish me for the transgression. But still, I kissed her. Over and over again. With every successive kiss, I felt like I was leaving more of myself behind. Each time it became harder to wrench my lips from her skin again. It was like her body contained a vacuum that meant to suck my very essence inside of it through porous skin. I tried to call out to tell her how much I loved her, but the noise that left my mouth was nothing more than a rasping death rattle.

After only a few kisses I was already exhausted. All my energy and will had evaporated away, slipped like water through my fingers. Though in its place was a new feeling. I sensed myself being called elsewhere. So struggling onwards with what little remained of my strength, I turned myself 180 degrees around and crawled down her stomach towards her open legs. I could still hear her laughing in the background but time itself felt as if it had slowed. Her voice caused the surface on which I was lying to lurch up and down, but I clung on as best I could. Julianna had grown so much now that even her navel took several successive heaves of my body to reach. But I knew where to go. At last, I knew what I wanted. And I was going to take it.

Finally, I reached the edge, I crawled on my hands and knees through the foliage that had sprouted up all around her crotch. Dense patches of grass and broad-leafed plants were bursting from her skin in place of pubic hair, and growing ever larger before my eyes. There were even some blooming orchids exuding their pleasant perfume, as well as vines that crept off of the edge of her body and dangled down into the emptiness beyond. I knew what lay there. I could hear it even as I came, but could only now see it as I neared the edge. Between her legs, a powerful waterfall had emerged. A rush of water coursed out her body from a source unseen and cascaded to the ground, 15 feet below me. It kicked up a cold spray into my face, and an impressive rainbow formed when the vapour caught the eery light that burst out of the Siren’s skin. With my destination in sight, I knew that what energy remained within me might be enough to fulfil my final desire, but little else.

I tested the rushing water with my hand at first. The current was so strong that there was a chance I would not be able to fight it back, but the water felt cool and inviting. The oppressive heat coming from the giantess had caused a thick layer of sweat to form all over my body, so I was desperate for refreshment. I took one last look back at the Siren’s face and swallowed my fear. With a final sharp intake of air, I slipped off the edge. I pushed back the torrent of water roaring from her vulva, forcing my body into the source.

I fell in, and the world dissolved away. I felt myself freed at last. No pain, no anxiety. Nothing. An eternal black void with only the last rays of light from the Siren’s body reflecting off of the interior of my eyes. But then they faded too. After a while, the only sensation I could hold on to was the sound of Julianna’s voice—unintelligible cries echoing in what remained of my ears.

-

When I finally awoke I felt very different. I tried to determine if I had been hurt during the hallucination I had suffered last night, but surprisingly I felt fine. Good—energised, even. But as I lay there staring upwards at the cloudless morning sky, I realised that I could not feel anything at all. I was unable to move.

Only a few minutes later did my vision change. I sensed my eyes blink involuntarily, followed by the sensation of being pulled upright by something. I was sitting in the centre of a vast pasture, lined on all sides by dense palisades of pine trees. Only a low stone wall broke the line of the trees at one side, with a small dirt path leading up a hill towards a house behind it. The field all around me was half-flooded with water, and the grass flattened to the point of unrecognisability, as if something vast and colossally heavy had crushed it back into the Earth.

I tried to use my arms to feel around my environment, but soon realised I could not. In fact, I could not even confirm that my arms, or my body, existed. Everything that was happening seemed out of my control. But just then, I sensed myself be lifted up into a standing position. My eye level rose up from the ground and when it reached its peak, a long and satisfied sigh erupted from my mouth. The voice that I heard was not my own. It was a woman’s.

Then, my head tipped forward, and what I saw nearly made me want to cry out in horror. Instead of my familiar pudgy male body, all I could see were two enormous breasts attached to my chest. They were terrifying in size, compressed to the point of suffocation inside a tight dress that was patterned with purple nebulae and stars. I could see to my left and right that locks of black and turquoise hair were falling across my shoulders and collar bone, but the breasts were so huge that I could not see any of my body beyond them.

The entire world then began to somersault. I felt myself tip forwards, but just before I crashed head first into the ground I stopped. My hands then emerged in front of me. On their own accord, they grabbed a pair of large black stilettos that were stuck half-embedded in the sodden ground. My hands inspected the shoes for while, compared them against my feet, and then eventually tossed them aside when it was clear they were several sizes too small.

I realised then that some feeling was returning to my body, only it was nothing I recognised. I felt keenly the annoying way that the masses of boob restricted my ability to fully bend down to get the shoes. I then felt their immense weight pull on my back when I stood up again. Yet, somehow, I managed it. Despite the incredible size of the two giant sacks of flesh that I was now forced to carry in front of me, I was stable. I then felt myself begin to walk forward, swinging my slender arms to and fro casually, as if the poorly distributed weight of my body was something I knew instinctively how to manoeuvre. My alarming lack of autonomy over my actions aside, I felt comfortable. This foreign body I was in was certainly much too large, but it actually felt surprisingly light. And strong. I felt stronger, in fact, than I could ever remember being.

I was in motion now. My body walked forward against my will, with my head glancing around to check its surroundings. Someone was using my hands for me, using them to touch various parts of my body. They squished the sides of my boobs together and then tugged at my dress to ensure what little of my body it was able to conceal was still doing the job.

I then reached the far edge of the field. My long legs stepped over the high stone wall with ease, but I then ran into more trouble with the low branches that dangled over the path leading up the hill. Finally, I reached the familiar marble balustrade of the frat house, and I stepped through the gate. The garden was a mess—red cups, empty bottles, and various other pieces of unidentifiable trash were strewn all over the place. The surface of the swimming pool was peppered with items of discarded clothing too. The only soul in sight was a shirtless man still passed out on one of the deck chairs.

I could hear voices coming from inside the house, so I walked toward them. Reaching the half-open French windows, I felt myself step through. My body seemed too large for the doorway though, meaning it was forced to bend over to fit inside. Once again I sensed the colossal weight of my chest pull down on my back, but my legs and back held strong enough to take it.

Inside was a similar state of ruin. More boys lying unconscious on sofas, and some on the floor as well. Two of them were awake but looked especially haggard. They had lit up a joint and were passing it slowly between them. I watched them as their sunken eyes followed me walking in a stooped configuration across the room. In that instant, I suddenly felt a foreign but powerful aura of warmth and pleasure enter my body from their direction. I wanted to double over from the intensity of the sensation but my body kept walking forward regardless. The feeling was frightening in its unfamiliarity at first, but unquestionably pleasurable—like a glorious, satiating nectar was being beamed invisibly through the air and then absorbed through every pore of my awaiting body. I felt my lungs inflate slowly to take it in. “Was she always that tall?” One of the boys said. “Jesus, her jugs look massive today,” said the other. Somehow I could hear them from across the room, and without them needing to open their mouths.

My body craned itself through the living room door and out into a spacious hallway that I was able to stand upright in. A few sorority girls were preening themselves in the mirror beside the front door, attempting to smear the previous night’s makeup into something presentable. I felt myself approach them from behind and look into the mirror. The face of Julianna stared back at me. Her stunning visage—with its usual implacable expression, impossible to read—was where my reflection should have been. Unlike the girls down below me, somehow all of her makeup was as immaculately applied as the night prior. Her shimmering black and turquoise hair fell down in perfect clean strands across her shoulders whereas theirs was matted and dirty.

Julianna and I looked down at the girls for a moment in unison, but quickly returned to the reflection when we realised they were invisible beneath the canopy of her chest. The three girls were so short that Julianna’s ginormous bosom came close to scraping the tops of their heads, a fact they were all clearly aware of. The girls shifted around uncomfortably to try and pull away from the imposing female body that towered over them. “Fuck, I forgot how huge this bitch was,” one of them said wordlessly as she averted her eyes from the mirror. I tried, but wasn’t able to receive the same nourishing warmth from her that I had from the boys. Only one of the girls in the group gave me that sensation—the one whose gaze remained transfixed on my breasts. “Oh God, just let me touch you. Please. Just once.” she thought.

Out in the street, I found myself in a state of peacefulness as I had never experienced before. Though I was no longer in control of my actions, just a mute and inert observer of everything that was happening to me, I was nevertheless fully experiencing every thought, feeling and sensation passing through my host like they were my own. I felt the Siren’s pleasure and elation as she strode confidently down the road. The cool morning breeze on our skin, the hard pavement under our bare feet. I could feel the tight dress constricting our body and digging into the flesh, but it was not unpleasant—it only reminded me of its majestic size. Most of all though I felt at ease. My mind could think thoughts with a clarity and precision that I hadn’t imagined possible. Unclouded by worries, anxieties, or confusion, everything made sense. The inner workings of the world were apparent—obvious, even.

Soon, I found myself on a busy suburban road—the campus, and my dormitory lay off towards the far end, and all alongside me were students leaving their houses and apartments to take the same early-morning journey. They were all so small, I thought. Even the basketball players walking along in their sneakers and athletic gear were two heads shorter than I. It seemed to upset them when they saw me.

I could hear various students talking silently behind my back. Wondering why I was still in my dress at this time in the morning, if I was taking the walk of shame. They wondered how tall I was, or if I had always been this tall. Some boys would think nasty, venomous thoughts about all the things they would do to my body if they got the chance. Images of my naked breasts flickered through their mind’s eyes, occasionally with their stunted penises being swallowed up inside my cleavage. They imagined the noises I might make if I allowed them to penetrate me. If, despite my strength and stature, I might submit to them like any other girl. Oddly enough, these were the thoughts I loved the most. The sicker they were, or the more pitiful the thinker, the more excited they made me feel. That strange nourishing sensation returned every time. It filled me with some dark emotion I was unable to pinpoint exactly—activating a sense I could not name.

As I walked towards the campus I made sure to look down at all the boys having those thoughts about me. I ignored them for the most part—I was content enough to bask in the despicable things that went through their minds as they watched me stride quickly past and overtake them. But every so often, I would catch the attention of a different sort of boy, one whose desires lay buried deeper. With those boys, I would slow slightly, enough time to look down and offer a sultry flutter of my eyelids, before walking on, my hair blowing in the wind behind me.

Art by WinterWarning at DeviantArt. Read the rest of my stories at my page. I'm just experimenting posting on here to see if there is an audience. Definitely not a fan of using this interface to post long text, but I want to find other places than DA for posting my work.

[alwaysbegrowing]

The MILF Next Door

I’ve only been dating Janet for like two months, and if we split up I’d be heartbroken…because I might never get to lay eyes on her stepmom ever again. I don’t know her name, so I always just call her ‘Mrs. Henderson’ which she seems to like. I think she might be five feet nine inches tall, since she’s only a little shorter than me. She’s got long, gorgeous legs, a firm ass and her boobs are huge and firm, maybe as big as her head.. Were they fake? Maybe. Does it matter? Hell no.

Janet, on the other hand, is maybe five feet two inches to my five feet and ten inches. She’s not completely flat; there’s a little bit of boob to grab onto, and she has a cute little butt. I respect her as a person, but, if I’m sitting next to her, and Mrs. Henderson bends over to pour me a glass of milk and gives me a view of enough cleavage for me to lose a hand in…how can I not be turned on? I’m not a potted plant!

Today, I’m heading over to Janet’s place to help her cram for her upcoming engineering midterm exam. Imagine my surprise when I knock at the door and it’s not Janet that answers, it’s Mrs. Henderson. She’s dressed differently this time, in yoga pants and a sports bra. I’m practically giving myself a migraine maintaining eye contact with her actual eyes and not the inviting valley of cleavage below.

“Oh, hey! Come right in,” Mrs. Henderson chirped. I take a few steps in and the door closes…was that the lock, too? I don’t think about it too much as I set myself up at the dining room table.

“So, Janet isn’t home just yet…it’s just you and me,” I hear Mrs. Henderson say. Her voice has dropped an octave, which I’m trying not to think about too much until I look up at her. She’s approaching me slowly, hands on her hips. Her boobs look like they’re about to pop out of her bra, and then they do. I look down at the ground, at her bare feet.

“Oh, shit, s-sorry!” I’m stammering. It’s like I’m in a dream, or something. Then I notice her yoga pants rising higher on her legs, and it looks like her feet are starting to take up more room on the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” I hear her voice from above me somehow. A finger pushes my chin up until I’m looking at a pair of tits twice the size of my head that totally block the view of Mrs. Henderson’s face. I'm as aroused as I’ve ever been when the sound of tearing fabric grabs my attention. Her legs have completely torn through her yoga pants, leaving her completely naked as she clearly wasn’t wearing any panties.

I notice she kneels down and sits flat on the ground. She’s eye-level with me even while sitting, but I’m too preoccupied with the fact that she’s groping her tits and tweaking a nipple with her fingers. The more she stimulates herself, the more boob there seems to be. I hardly notice that her legs are stretching past me, her torso is rising up and her ass has ballooned enough that it’s visible from the front. There’s a bump from above, and I make the mistake of looking. I can just barely see, from over her enormous shelf of titty, that her head has bumped the ceiling.

I’m so completely hypnotized by the sight of her tits that I don’t notice her other hand coming around to grab me. All of my clothes are torn off in one grab, and then she’s picked me up like an action figure. I’ve given up at this point and am eagerly reaching to grab just one of her mammoth tits. She noticed what I was doing, or she must have, because she pushes my entire body up through her cleavage. I almost lose it right then and there but as she keeps lifting me, I’m glad that I didn’t.

Mrs. Henderson has to bend forward as her shoulders bump into the ceiling, but she’s got her mouth open and she’s gripping me even tighter. I almost let out a yelp as I feel the entirety of my bottom half, all the way up to my stomach, get inserted into her mouth. She starts working me with just her tongue, sucking on and running her lips over my body. Then, I hear the door unlock. I’m aroused but now I’m scared, too; if Janet sees this, it’s probably a dealbreaker for our relationship going forward.

Right as I hear Janet gasp and see her step around to face us head-on, I feel Mrs. Henderson start working me even more vigorously. I lose control, and completely unload in her mouth. She’s still still running her tongue on me; still sucking on me like a lollipop, and if I could stay here forever, I just might.

“Mom!” Janet screams. I brace for the worst, which right now would be getting taken out of this MILF’s giant, comfortable mouth. Janet continues speaking, and I feel one of Mrs. Henderson’s fingers start massaging my back.

“Again!?”

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[alwaysbegrowing]

Of Elves and Milk

contains unwilling breast, hip, thigh and ass expansion; giantess growth; lactation; vore

On the outskirts of town, itself miles away from the imperial capital, sat a lone hut. A hunched figure, wearing a brown cloak over her stout form backed out of the hut with a sealed paper scroll clutched tightly in her hands.

“Oh, thank you, Lucia, thank you so much!” a young dwarf said graciously. She made her way over to a dapple gray pony tied to a post. The hood fell off her head as she rode off, revealing a lustrous mane of curly auburn locks that descended into a braid extending halfway down her back.

Tilwynn had been blessed with a healthy body, even for a dwarf. Her tanned skin lacked blemishes or stretch marks for the most part. Her face featured a cute button nose, naturally rosy cheeks and deep brown eyes. The motion of the galloping pony sent her breasts tumbling and jostling within her bright green blouse. Though she wore a corset, it functioned more as a belt. Relative to her body, Tilwynn’s breasts were each the size of a tankard fit for an adult human male.

The busty dwarf adjusted her position atop the pony. Thick, juicy thighs guaranteed she’d keep a tight grip of the saddle. On occasion she had some difficulty getting into it, due largely to her plump posterior. At four feet two inches tall the very top of her head was chest-height even to shorter humans. Few other dwarves could boast such ample, jiggling curves as she. There was only one person that she had ever met that made her question her stature.

The object of Tilwynn’s ire just so happened to be queen regent of the capital. Her name was Solana and it was her that the dwarf was bound to serve as handmaiden. Upon finally arriving at her quarters in the imperial castle she made sure to hide the scroll. She placed it underneath her bed’s meager mattress as a precaution. A knock suddenly came at the door; then, it was violently thrown open.

“Well, well, well, I see you’ve returned from your little sojourn!” the intruder yelled. The elven woman was dressed in a vivid green sheath dress highlighted by gold trim. Her figure was nearly the opposite of the dwarf’s: lithe, possessing only the slightest hint of curves, and utterly towering. An average human was eye level with most elves’ chins.

Solana was either lucky, blessed by some deity or magically enhanced. Only the tallest elves were eye-level with her, but most others only came up to her neck. Her body may have been at least fifty-percent leg; she stood tall at all times, visibly proud of her slim yet imposing stature. Her straightened golden-blond hair hung down just past her flat buttocks, tied into a long braid just as her handmaiden’s.

“For you it may have felt a short reprieve,” Solana said dramatically, “but, Tilly, I’ll have you know that I’ve had to work long into the night without your slight help! I can no longer allow your little games to continue!”

Every bit of wordplay that Solana laid out sent Tilwyn, or rather Tilly, further into a jealous rage. Even though her face burned red, however, most onlookers would only recognize it as a compliment to her rosy cheeks.

“Yes, I’ll…I live to serve,” Tilly stuttered.

“You live to serve…” Solana repeated impatiently.

“Milady,” both Tilly and Solana spoke in unison.

“Wonderful! I have a load of laundry for you to wash,” Solana clapped her hands twice. An armor-clad guard stepped into the room with a wicker basket filled to the brim with an assortment of clothing. The hamper was placed on the ground with a loud thump; it was nearly as large as Tilly herself.

“Ah, yes, milady, I…the clothing,” Tilly swallowed her pride, “I’ll have this dealt with immediately.”

“Wonderful,” Solana said as she and her armed escort took their collective leave. Tilly reached a hand over to the hamper and picked up a single piece of clothing. It was a dress whose stains clearly demonstrated that an entire bottle of wine had been poured out on it for no reason other than to dirty it. Tilly snapped, and immediately grabbed the scroll with the intent of using it immediately.

The kindly witch, Gertie, had warned that the spell etched onto the parchment was tricky even for her. She said the wording was tricky, the spell was easily noticeable, and it was not to be used near any other people at all costs. Tilly had requested a spell that would let her force those around her to treat her with the authority and respect she deserved. Gertie had said that involved a whole lot of arcane mumbo-jumbo that didn’t concern Tilly one bit.

“Finally,” Tilly whispered to herself as she unwound the scroll. A strange rune was drawn on the page littered with strange markings and words in some strange language. In the center, Tilly focused on the incantation which fortunately was written in a language she could understand.

“The meek shall inher…inherit,” Tilly tripped over the incantation. No magical sparks or thunderous claps filled the room. She realized she needed to speak the full sentence without stumbling. A knock came at the door but she paid it no mind.

“The meek shall inherit!” Tilly shouted at the top of her lungs. In the same moment that she chanted the verse her door was thrown open.

“Oh, Tilly!” Solana said as she stepped into the room. A diminutive arcane spark rose out of the spell scroll. When she finally came to a stop, the spark seemed to rush forward and vanish into her torso.

“No! No no no no no no!” Tilly panicked. She wasn’t sure what she was more afraid of; that Solana had absorbed a spell meant for her, or that she’d somehow cast a defective spell on her ladyship. (Where does the death spell thing come from?)

“Now, just what’s going on in here?” Solana placed her hands on her slender hips. A blinding burst of chromatic light filled the room in response. All throughout the castle, a thunderclap like no other violently ricocheted off the walls. Every particle of dust in Tilly’s tiny quarters was swept into the air, pressured by the spell’s transmutative energies. A faint red glow outlined the elven woman’s body but faded quickly.

“Tilly! I demand an explanation!” Solana waved away the dust and coughed. It took every ounce of willpower Tilly had to keep from bursting into tears.

“I truh-truh-tried to cast a spell that could make me taller,” Tilly half-sobbed.

“Well! You’d best refrain from fiddling with such unpredictable spells! Now,” Solana gazed around the room in search of something to latch onto, “get this cleaned up! It’s most unseemly for one of my handmaidens!”

Solana turned on her heel and left Tilly to her sobbing. The guard standing just off to the side in the hallway was waved off. A strange feeling had overtaken the regent but it quickly faded. Teasing her favorite handmaiden brought her such joy every morning. Duty called, however, which put a sour look on her face.

In the throne room, Solana was greeted by some military dignitary and his personal retinue. As always, she would have to stand just next to the empty throne. The foreign troop took a step forward and offered a brief greeting. The strange feeling of warmth began spreading through her body again, seemingly hottest in her chest. Something in the back of her mind told her that the general was, somehow, the catalyst of the tingling feeling.

Rather than speak to Solana, the general was solely discussing matters with her treasurer; he was a human man who, prior to that position, smithed nails for a living. She looked down her nose at him as she did with most others. This makes it sound like it’s happening over the past few days or even weeks. Slowly but surely, as the seconds ticked by, she seemed to be looking much further down than usual.

In fact, she began to feel as if she was having an out-of-body experience. Some phantasmal force was gripping her by the head and shoulders, pulling her up toward the ten-foot tall ceiling. Yet, that same force seemed to be holding her feet to the ground as though what remained of her between those two points was to be unfurled like a piece of elastic. The realization seemed to sweep her further up with greater force.

“I’m growing!” Solana giddily thought to herself. Imagining her flawlessly-slim form towering further over her subjects filled her with a sense of pride and power. This feeling immediately fell away when more invisible hands made themselves known. The unseen servant pushed her backside outward; that same servant both steadied and massaged her hips. The feeling of her body being slowly pulled in every direction began to overwhelm her.

Solana felt an ethereal grip begin to pull her breasts forward; another grip appeared to pull them to the sides and then a third appeared to pull them upward. Indeed, the whole of her formerly pert, palm-sized teats were slowly pushing outward. All of her glee turned immediately to disgust.

“No! My body is perfect!” Solana again thought to herself. Her face twisted into a pained grimace while watching her slim figure expand outward each second. A frenzied hand clapped her right buttock, creating an audible smack due to the already-thin fabric being stretched into a second skin over her growing assets. Her derriere collectively had become as wide as a buckler, and as thick and soft as one of her chamber’s royal pillows. Coupled with her thickening thighs and hips her bottom half was, more each second, turning heart-shaped.

“Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop,” Solana repeated in her head over and over. The sound of tearing fabric from under her chin caught her attention. Though it was just a sliver, she could clearly see through her torn dress the enormity of the cleavage she now possessed. Still, the grip pulled on her without tiring or slowing its advance. Her tits must have each been the size of her head and still growing. To make matters worse she felt something filling her tits as her nipples stiffened and engorged; whatever was filling her up was making its way to the front.

“Uh, Regent?” the general spoke out suddenly. Solana whipped her head up from her inflating breasts and bumped it on the stone ceiling.

“Yes, general,” Solana managed to get a grip on herself, “was there something about our trade agreement, which hasn’t been changed in six generations, that you wished to clarify further?”

In the moments following the outburst Solana felt the tingling suddenly halt. Her neck and shoulders were rubbing on the ceiling, her tits had grown to twice the size of her head and stretched the dress to ruination. Her entire bottom half looked like she was smuggling a linen closet’s worth of pillows. Tears welled up in her eyes as the audience wordlessly gawped at her.

“Well? Was there nothing else?” Solana’s greater size added greater force to her voice. All in the room, the treasurer included, vigorously shook their heads.

“Then, you are dismissed! Good day!” Solana snapped. Tears streamed down her face even as she spoke. Once the room had been cleared she collapsed onto her plush rear. The motion caused her to bounce somewhat. Jiggling tremors cascaded across her generous curves.

From the opposite side of the chamber, hiding in the hallway, Tilly had collapsed in a similar manner. Solana lamented what she thought was the permanent destruction of her perfect body. Tilly spiraled into despair at the thought that she’d given away what she so desperately wanted. The curvaceous dwarf hadn’t noticed the inflated elf’s disdain over the transformation.

A member of Solana’s personal guard gingerly entered the room to take stock of the situation. Before his very eyes, the enormous woman seemed to be rapidly shrinking. The gasp that echoed from his armor awoke Solana from her sobbing. She, too, noticed her body retaking its perfect shape once more. The dress, however, was not so lucky, and had stretched beyond repair.

“I want that little trollop taken into custody this instant!” Solana sniffled ruefully. Upon stepping out of the dress, she took a moment to come to terms with her own public nudity. Her hands once again were placed upon her hips. For the briefest moment she felt like she was lacking something while touching her slender physique.

“No! Wait!” Solana’s order stopped the guard dead in his tracks, “I want her brought to my quarters, instead! Alone!”

A few more tears were shed while Solana made her way from the throne room to her quarters. She dressed in the first nightgown she could find, of which there were very few. The prank she’d decided to pull on Tilly meant very little in the way of clothing remained in her room. A knock then came at the door, followed by Tilly being pushed in by one of the guards.

“Oh, milady, how may I be—” Tilly attempted to feign ignorance but was cut short.

“Explain! Now!” Solana hollered.

“I bought the spell from Lucia, the wi—” Tilly’s exposition was also cut short.

“I’ve not asked for your daily diary! What sort of spell did you cast?” Solana hissed through gritted teeth, “Out with it!”

“It’s a transmutation enchantment. It-it-it…whenever somebody thought me lesser, I asked for a spell that would make me bigger,” Tilly explained sheepishly.

“Bigger? How much bigger?” Solana crossed her arms impatiently.

“Just…bigger? I didn’t specify, I just said whatever it would take for people to take me seriously…” Tilly was on the verge of tears again.

“And how long is this enchantment to last? Is it permanent? Can it be dispelled?” Solana rattled off one question after another.

“I-I-I…” Tilly could hold back no longer. Tears burst from her eyes as her last shred of willpower gave into jealousy and fear.

“Tilly, please, I nearly doubled in size in the middle of the court,” Solana’s voice softened. She took a step toward the handmaid. Tilly looked up at the elf, and through her tears a scornful expression had covered her face.

“It might be permanent, I don’t know because I didn’t ask,” Tilly spat, “and I’m sure it can be dispelled. Shall I travel to the witch to find a counter charm?”

Despite Tilly’s offer appearing to be a genuine solution she spoke it like a threat. Her entire body was trembling, causing the expanse of cleavage on display through her blouse to jiggle. The compassion that Solana had summoned melted away.

“You’ve two days, or it is your head, do you understand?” Solana spoke slowly and with methodical enunciation of each word. Tilly’s only response was to nod at which point, without being ordered, Solana’s guards opened the chamber door and ushered the dwarf out. Before the door could close again one of the guards seemed to start speaking with somebody in the hallway.

“Regent,” one of the soldiers uttered, “your presence is being requested—” he too was interrupted.

“The roundtable! Seven Devils,” Solana cursed, “tell them I’ll be running late, and to begin without me.”

The guard ran off and the chamber door was again shut. Solana wasted no time looking for something to change into. Of what she had available she wanted something that could possibly contain her. There was only one outfit she owned that was both bulky and untouched by her desperate prank. Realization dawned on her that the person she’d tasked with her laundry had also left the castle, once again.

What Solana found was stored in its very own wooden dresser. It was a ceremonial elven robe technically meant to be worn over another, smaller outfit. In emergencies it could be used as protection against the cold, a blanket, or emergency kindling for a bonfire. It was an enormous, thick green robe with white trimmings. The robe was so rigid that it stood on the ground of its own agency. Wearing the robe with nothing underneath made her feel as far from royalty as she’d ever felt. She’d decided this was a better idea than ruining more clothing.

Upon entering the great hall to join fellow heads of state at the roundtable, Solana’s face felt flush. She chalked the feeling up to how efficiently the robe drew in and stored heat. All in attendance, both guard and dignitary alike, stared at her with raised eyebrows.

“Ah…regent, thank you for joining…us…” one of the visitors, an elven ambassador, said.

“Yes, very good, I’ve arrived, let’s continue,” Solana said dismissively.

Conversation picked back up in lock-step with the mounting heat in Solana’s chest. The unsettling feeling told her that two guards in the room were causing it, as well as the elf that had spoken up. Over time, the sensation emanating from the other elf seemed significantly stronger than the guards in the room. The tingling sensation did not yet return to her body, however.

The discussion lasted for what felt, to Solana, like an eternity. Her mind wandered, imagining entire civilizations rising, thriving and falling in the time it took one of the men to begin and finish talking. She was certain the word ‘agrarian’ was, at one point, being frantically repeated by everybody at the table save for her.

“Gentlemen, please, must we belabor the same point so obstinately?” Solana finally gave into frustration and spoke up.

“Oh, I do apologize, regent. Were we boring you with our discussion?” the elven ambassador quipped.

Tingling took to Solana’s body like fire to a patch of dry brush. She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. A single palm slapped and rubbed her forehead as she let out a deep sigh.

“I apologize, I have had a long morning. Please, forget I said anything,” Solana’s request was genuine.

A spectral hand locked Solana’s feet to the ground while its twin tightly gripped her by the head. She was pulled upward by the enchantment with reckless abandon. When before the robes she wore brushed the ground even while sitting, her ankles were soon poking out. A powerful wind seemed to cut through her robes and push her torso outward. A sudden chill caused her nipples to stiffen. She felt mounting arousal attempt to take hold which she held at bay.

A sensation of bloating and flowing pushed at Solana’s breasts from within. She felt herself break into a cold sweat which seemed particularly centered on her breasts. The feeling of a river rushing past her midsection gave the distinct sense that her bottom half was being carried away. However, the grip that kept her feet to the floor ensured that only her buttocks, thighs and hips would be carried by the ethereal river.

Solana bit her lip as she felt the weight pushing and pulling on her swelling curves increase in intensity. Soon, her knees bumped the underside of the table; her breasts began pushing into the robe’s fabric more each moment, and her ass began to create a visibly round impression through the thick robe. Some liquid, which she chose to believe was sweat, trickled from her breasts into the robe.

As the word ‘agrarian’ was repeated for the hundredth time Solana had to stifle a scream. Having felt her body grow only once before, she wasn’t necessarily accustomed to the feeling. It was the arousal she felt not at the feeling of growth, but the very idea of growing larger itself. Thoughts swirled and confused her mind, each telling her to bother the men into further fueling her growth.

When Solana’s breasts reached half the size of a keg of mead she felt them rest on the table. With a quick glance she confirmed that her legs nearly reached halfway to the person sitting opposite her. Her royal rump had plumped enough that it alone was raising her position in the chair. She briefly felt her hips brush against the chair’s armrests.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’ve some…” Solana stuttered for a moment as the tingling seemed to increase, “some womanly matters that require immediate attention.”

While nobody argued with Solana’s reason for excusing herself, the tingling’s intensity told her just how the men felt. Upon standing it was clear that her original height would now only reach eye level with her tits. The robe had been filled and lifted from the ground enough that her knees were visible as she walked. None of the guards, even in their heavy plate armor, stood higher than her belly button.

Each time Solana stepped she felt something pushing her feet to meet the floor with greater speeds. In direct contention with that pushing feeling, though, her head was held in place each time the natural motion of a step caused it to rise up. By the time she reached the entry to the corridor she had to duck to get out. As she did so her breasts grazed the sides, and her hips did the same.

A few more steps took Solana into a large area usually reserved for parties or dances. The ceilings were vaulted and utterly enormous. The tingling feeling died down which elicited a sigh of relief. The interior of the robe felt wet, particularly the front side which she chose to attribute again to sweat. To her chagrin, quickly as it had ended the tingling reignited with great fury.

“Regent, if you please, I’ve just a question regarding crop trades,” said a familiar voice. Solana turned to face the same elf that had helped elicit her ascension. Despite craning his neck a great deal to meet her eyes, he seemed to take no notice of her increased stature.

“Yes, well, do go on, I’ve not the time to stand here and while away the day,” Solana began to panic. The ceiling was demanding the presence of her head which seemed to be gladly obliging. She could feel her coat hungering to be filled by her body which, too, eagerly agreed. The robe was rapidly becoming a dress. She felt both nipples brush against the rough fabric and could not contain herself. A soft moan escaped the expanding giantess’ lips.

The elf did not seem to react other than to shift his head slightly, though he continued talking. The word ‘agrarian’ was said twice more, possibly in a row. Solana could be certain that the tingling had multiplied in intensity by a factor of ten. The swelling hourglass shape of her body turned the robe into a form-fitting dress. Rough, itchy material rubbed against her soft, jiggly skin as she pushed ever-upward. The sensation utterly removed all rational thought from her mind. She became overwhelmed with the desire to push this feeling to its absolute limit.

The ambassador clearly noticed that Solana’s eyes had closed, she was licking her lips, and gently feeling herself over the robe. Despite his ongoing diatribe he was clearly reassessing the elven regent on the fly. The invisible hand demanded Solana’s presence at the height of a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A sudden jolt pulled her up by several feet at once. The robe was briefly stretched over her body and instantly burst into pieces.

Enormous tits each the size of an ox flew free from their prison. Solana’s thighs had thickened to the point of eliminating the gap between her legs. Her thighs had plumped but so had her waist—just enough to keep her lower half within reasonable proportion. The woman’s divine derriere was the size of a hay bale. Two small, milky streams were leaking from the tips of her puffy nipples. The ever-flowing stream from her burgeoning bust pooled on the floor around her feet. Just as she was nearly ready to attend to her sexual needs she heard it again.

“Agrarian,” the elf had said.

Solana snapped out of her stupor, surveying herself with lucidity for the first time. In a fit of rage she lifted the little elf with a hand large enough to carry him with three fingers. Her gigantic eyes locked with his.

“Stop. Saying. That. Word.” Solana commanded emphatically. That the tingling hadn’t stopped was a telltale sign that words had no effect. Even as the ambassador seemed to be in a fit of trembling and sweating from fear it was clear he still didn’t take the regent seriously. From where he was summoning such courage she could only guess.

“Ag-ag-ag…agrarian!” the ambassador sputtered. Solana’s body was drawn outward until her head bumped the vaulted ceiling. The gentle stream of milk flowing from her tits grew into a rushing stream. Her hand covered more of the stubborn dignitary with each passing moment. Embarrassment gave way to fury which helped her to realize the solution to her growing problem lay in the difference in size between the two.

Solana lowered her body into a sitting position on the floor, and partially on the still-growing puddle of milk. With two fingers gripping the man by the chest, she raised him up, opened her mouth and dropped him into her throat. The tingling remained even after she had swallowed, causing her to panic. Her posterior was pushing her further away from the floor, helped by the hand pulling her head back into the ceiling she had only just escaped.

Breasts the size of hills continued pushing outward on Solana’s chest. Tears began welling up in her eyes; she was terrified that the growth may never stop. Another pressure built up within her stomach, leading her to question if another transformation was to come. Then, in a manner she found most unladylike, she let out a belch.

tingling came to a gradual halt. Solana breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt arousal begin to retake her, and knew she had some time before she would shrink. A hand crept up to her still-lactating breast and the other down into her sex. If growing into a caricature of the female form that would make a fertility goddess blush didn’t get anybody’s attention, her euphoric moans certainly would.

[alwaysbegrowing]

Softer

contains unwilling breast/ass/thigh/hip expansion, giantess growth, hourglass growth, lactation

Seeing Ryan walk through the door after a long day of work always brought a smile to Faye’s face. The couple had been living together for the better part of three years, and her heart still skipped a beat whenever she set eyes on him after spending time apart. Ryan stood taller than the average person at six feet six inches, and even though Faye was taller than most women at five feet seven inches, he still towered over her. Clutched in his strong, caring embrace was one of her favorite places to be.

Lately, though, Ryan hadn’t been able to embrace much of anything. His career as a welder had started catching up with him. Faye’s heart broke when she saw a new burn mark on his fingers or hands; most recently, he’d been prescribed an inhaler for asthma borne out of exposure to harmful chemicals, and smoke. They could scarcely even cuddle most nights, much less have sex. She wasn’t so worried about satisfying herself physically as she was about her boyfriend’s health, however.

Still, Faye did everything she could to comfort and care for Ryan. She would dote on him, bring him food, and sneak in a kiss where she could. Her chosen career as a personal trainer was physically-demanding, too, but she reveled in the stress it put on her body. Faye wore her hair short, and dyed it black to hide something in which she took great shame: she was naturally a platinum blond.

Without Ryan nearby, Faye’s demeanor was nigh unrecognizable in comparison. She secretly hated her name, cringing when anybody aside from Ryan said it out loud. Her pale complexion reflected that if she wasn’t training a client at the fitness center, she was training herself either at that same center or at her home gym. Her body lacked much in the way of curvature in favor of bulging, rock-hard muscles that truly popped when she exercised.

Prior to Ryan’s decline, Faye would convince him to take her on in arm wrestling matches, and other such contests of strength. Few women could keep up with her relentless regimen, and plenty of men weren’t willing to commit to the lifestyle the way Ryan once had. Her body exceeded that of a fitness model, and in fact was starting to encroach upon professional weight lifters.

Faye’s morning routine was interrupted one day, when Ryan had come home after working an uninterrupted twelve-hour shift. He was visibly exhausted; his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face was sagging.

“Ryan!” Faye cried out, “you’re home!”

Ryan could only manage a mumble as he made his way into the bathroom. He hadn’t even managed to look Faye in the eyes. She felt tears welling up, as a hurricane of concerns over what could have happened to Ryan at work spun through her mind. The sounds of the shower starting up clued her into just what was happening. She managed to choke back her tears, and leaned her head into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’m heading to work! Love you!” Faye’s voice was still trembling. She wanted to give Ryan the space he needed, but not as much as she wanted to cuddle him and make him feel better. Once she’d gotten into her car, she allowed herself to break down in solitude.

Upon arriving at the fitness center Faye was advised that a new client, whose name was apparently ‘Venus’, had requested her by name. Word of mouth did her a lot of favors; a lot of people wanted the buffest girl in town to show them the proverbial ropes. She entered the facility’s private personal training area; it was equipped with weights, cardio and aerobic equipment like the rest of the building, but sectioned off for the privacy of the facility’s clients.

There was a woman already inside, performing a series of stretching exercises. In glimpsing the woman’s unearthly proportions, Faye’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Aside from a brief experiment as a college freshman, she’d never had much interest in other women. Still, she had to admit that the person that had requested her was unreal. She assumed this woman must have been Venus; her body was certainly worthy of the name.

Venus might have been seven feet tall, give or take a few inches. It may not have been by very much, but she was taller than Ryan. Faye was just a hair shorter than Venus’ neck, and if she were to really stretch she could reach neck-height at best. Venus’ waist was cartoonish, flaring out and wrapping around into a heart-shaped ass sealed in a pair of pink yoga pants with the word ‘VENUS’ spelled out in glittery purple letters. Venus took a moment to bend down, and Faye was certain that for even the briefest moment it looked like the yoga pants were tight enough to outline her pussy.

Faye’s eyes drew upward to a waist that was left uncovered, lacked any sign of musculature, and, worst of all, seemed supernaturally thin. Venus must have noticed her, because she suddenly turned and approached. Faye stared, agog, at plush, pillowy lips that pulled into a perfect smile that nearly made her blush. The bombshell’s eyes were a piercing blue, occasionally covered by her long, batting eyelashes. She had tied her vivid blond hair into a ponytail, which whipped back and forth with each movement she made.

Worst of all, for Faye, were the titanic hills resting on Venus’ chest. They were clad in what could be described as a sports bra, but it clung so tightly it could have been body paint. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sports bra, and her movements still caused her tits to jiggle despite their insufficient container. Either of her gravity-defying breasts might have been twice the size of Faye’s head, maybe more. Thanks in part to her jaw-dropping height, it looked like there was enough cleavage to support the entirety of Faye’s upper body.

“Hi!” Venus’ voice was light and energetic. She held out a manicured hand; her nails were a glossy white, her skin lacked any sign of aging, blemish or stretching. Faye assumed she was the product of a fortune’s worth of plastic surgery, but every inch of her skin seemed to move, and bounce, completely naturally.

“Uh…” Faye looked up and up at Venus’ face with a raised eyebrow, “hello…you must be Venus?”

Venus' face seemed to take on a glow; somehow, her smile became wider, her eyes brighter. She excitedly grabbed Faye’s arm despite it not having been offered, and shook it vigorously. The motion caused her tits to jiggle with such intensity that every ripple looked like it was threatening to either pop out of the sports bra, or destroy it entirely.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, I’m just so excited to meet you, Faye!” Venus exclaimed.

“Great…so, uh, what are you looking to focus on today…Venus?” Faye withdrew her hand.

Everything about Venus reflected something that Faye disliked. Her new client looked like something that a thirteen year-old boy would dream up. At any moment, she expected Venus to crumble under her own weight, or pop like a balloon. She was having difficulty suppressing a grimace from overtaking her face.

“Oh, right! Yes!” Venus clapped her hands over her chest, “I wanted to try weight training!”

Venus turned and walked over to the free weights to demonstrate. She sat on the nearby bench, and grabbed a smaller weight and started shaking it up and down.

“Okay, okay, stop,” Faye hurried to Venus’ side, “let me show you proper form.”

“I’m sorry, I just get so excited!” Venus giggled.

“Have you…have you ever exercised before?” Faye asked.

“Well, not exactly…never by myself, anyway,” Venus winked.

Fury was starting to win over Faye’s professionalism. She was still wound up from seeing Ryan come home in such a sorry state, and Venus wasn’t helping. It all was starting to feel like some kind of practical joke.

“Alright, Venus, well, try this,” Faye picked a weight up and began demonstrating her technique.

“Ooh, wow, Faye, you’re so strong!” Venus watched without retrieving a weight for herself.

Faye’s patience was rapidly reaching a breaking point.

“Venus, do you want to try to pick up a weight, and practice what I’m doing?” Faye’s voice was cold.

“Can’t I just watch you? You have such nice arms!” Venus pouted.

Faye stopped what she was doing and forcefully re-racked her weight.

“Venus, are you taking this seriously? I’m not putting on a show for you.” Faye spat, “You won’t get in shape if you don’t apply yourself.”

Venus visibly shrunk back in her seat as Faye berated her. Her eyes seemed to well up with tears.

“Y’know, F-Faye, you don’t have to be so mean!” Venus sobbed, “you could do with a softer touch!”

A shiver ran down Faye’s spine, and she figured out just what was happening. It wasn’t uncommon for bored women to drop in just to say they visited a personal trainer, and then carry on without putting in any work. She was friends with personal trainers that would accept such clients; after all, money is money. For herself, however, she felt it was a waste of time when there were other clients that stood to benefit from her expertise.

“Well, Venus, my job is to help people achieve their fitness goals,” Faye said, “and that means being blunt. I don’t have a ‘softer touch’.”

Venus stood up from the bench, tears streaming down her flawless face. She was hugging her chest, causing her boobs to spill further from the top of her top; it was visible to Faye even while sitting.

“Well, you should!” Venus blubbered as she ran out of the room. Her enormous, yoga-pant-clad ass jiggled like mad as she took off. The letters decorating her cheeks seemed to jump and dance with each bounce. The brief moment Faye felt guilty passed as she watched a body that utterly defied belief exit the facility. Though it was hardly midday, she felt like she’d run a marathon. Her cheeks were flushed, and her entire body was heating up. She asked the facility’s receptionist to cancel her appointments for the day.

Faye decided to work her stress away on the private area’s exercise bike. The altercation with the blond bimbo had left a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn’t remove the memory of having to crane her neck up so high just to make eye contact with Venus.

“Leggy bitch,” Faye muttered ruefully.

Faye had a standard outfit she wore whether at work or exercising on her own. She was wearing a gray tank top over a black sports bra, black straight-cut leggings and a pair of white runners. Her clothing was meant to be a size up so as to be loose, but her powerful legs pulled the bottoms taught. Her breasts had just enough heft to not be completely flat, but the sports bra mostly functioned as a cover for her nipples more than anything else.

Faye felt the odd sensation of her feet pushing harder into the bike’s pedals. It seemed that with each cycle, the pressure was greater. Her ankles slid out from her bottoms, her shoes seemed to shrink on her feet, and she felt material sliding up and over her knees. She stopped and stepped off the bike to try to figure out what was going on. Her legs gradually pushed her away from the ground, though she was too focused on the bike to properly notice. What she did notice was the bike’s seat was clearly set too low, and so she set it higher.

Once Faye had mounted the bike again, she was concerned the seat was too high. Her feet just barely reached the pedals; the motion of cycling on her toes was awkward. Over time, however, her legs continued pushing outward. Her calves began slipping out of the bottoms, and she felt her toes bump against the front of her shoes while her heels simultaneously bumped the back. Furthermore, her feet began comfortably resting on the pedals more and more with each cycle.

The feeling of open air on parts of her legs that were previously covered didn’t cross Faye’s mind. A familiar sensation of tingling and heat ran through her legs as she increased the resistance. Her feet pushed deeper into the pedals as her bulky legs continued to expand. After a few minutes she stepped off to adjust the seat again.

Faye caught her reflection in the mirror and let out a gasp. There was no mistaking that her bottoms had practically become capris. The burning in her legs finally came to a stop, and she felt like she had become eighty-percent leg. Only foreign fashion models renowned for their height possessed legs like these, she thought. Then, she realized, Venus’ legs were similarly lengthy. The big difference was where Venus’ legs were packed with soft and supple curves, Faye’s were bursting with raw power.

Faye made the decision to shower and leave before anything else started growing. She took care to try to avoid people as best she could. The real challenge lay in fitting her longer legs into her car. It was a compact sedan that Ryan flat out could not fit in without hurting himself. The one time he’d tried, his knees were pressed against his chest in the passenger seat, and he had to crane his neck to the right all in an effort to fit in the vehicle. Faye liked it because it was cheap and it had better gas mileage than Ryan’s beast of a heavy-duty work truck.

At no point had Faye considered that her legs would spontaneously add six inches. Entering her car was tricky, and her knees were bumping the bottom of the steering wheel. If she twisted her legs, she could manage to work the pedals. The drive home was both awkward and painful for her elongated legs. She was ready to just go to sleep and, with any luck, the whole day would have turned out to be a bad dream.

“Ridiculous,” she vocalized her frustrations, “soft touch, my ass.”

The moment the words left Faye’s mouth, her rear end became flush with heat. She felt like she was actively doing squats even while sitting still. Her ass flexed and pushed outward into the seat’s meager cushion. Secluded just to her posterior, musculature began melting away in favor of pliant and pillowy padding.

While Faye’s rear retained a certain firmness, it was dedicated to becoming rounder, fatter, and larger. On her unyielding hips, her buttocks looked more like a pair of inflatable pillows attached to her. The slacks pulled tighter and tighter, made worse by the strain her longer legs were already placing upon them. She felt herself rise up slightly in her seat, and she feared her body was growing again.

Faye looked down and noticed that her top and bra still fit just fine, but she was still higher on the seat than she expected. Confusion mounted when she realized her seat seemed much softer and generally more comfortable. Then, she became less comfortable as her ass began waging war on the pair of panties she was wearing. Fabric continued sliding over expanding skin, until a pair of underwear meant for exercise was turned into a thong.

The increased pressure in her rear was also pushing Faye’s legs out further. Working the pedals went from painful to difficult all the way to nearly impossible. She was just barely able to find a parking space nearly a mile from her apartment before her knees felt like they were locked under the steering wheel. The pressure in her backside subsided but it left her in an awkward position. The seat belt buckle had been almost entirely engulfed by her generous ass. She thanked her powerful arms as she managed to release herself, and then gingerly opened the door.

Faye had to grab the door with one hand, and the roof with the other in order to wrench herself out of the car. She felt her ass brush against the exit; the impact caused her to jiggle even slightly, adding insult to injury. Once outside she took a look at herself, bending down to brush herself off. The terrifying sound of tearing fabric caused her blood to drain from her face. A breeze passed through the area and over her nearly-naked buttocks as if to prove her fears had come true.

Cautiously, Faye reached a hand to check the size of the tear. What she found was a supple handful of buttock freely bulging out in the breeze. The stress finally broke through to her, and tears began streaking down her face. She carried herself home, feeling every pair of eyes on her as she did. The rhythm of her steps was making her ass jiggle just as Venus’ had, she could feel it. Once she’d reached the door to her apartment she hesitated, and asked herself how she’d explain the changes to Ryan.

Somebody else down the hall began opening their door, giving Faye the push she needed to hurry inside. A quick sweep of the apartment revealed that Ryan was in his boxers, fast asleep atop the bed’s covers. Faye took the chance to strip out of her clothes and look at herself in a full-body mirror kept in the bedroom. She was feeling stable but the new shape her body had taken was still quite a shock.

“This thing is ridiculous,” Faye poked at one of her soft cheeks, “at least the rest of me isn't so squishy…”

As soon as the words left Faye’s mouth she felt her entire body begin to burn. It felt like every muscle was being worked at once. The mirror showed her entire body gaining what at first appeared a layer of bulk. Her muscles seemed to be swelling from top to bottom, but soon they began to smooth out. Terror roared through her body as she watched years of exercise melt away. A layer of baby fat was waging war across her skin; it wiped away stretch marks, blemishes and otherwise blotchy patches of skin.

“Is…my skin…” Faye began making sense of her transformation, “that blond bitch!”

Even as Faye’s skin continued to soften, she noticed it darken just a tad. A lifetime of sitting at the beach and soaking in the sun’s rays spread across her body.

“No no no no no no,” Faye chanted. She watched her abs begin to melt away as her breasts bulged out slightly, bolstered by the onslaught of fat assaulting her body.

“No! Please! Let me keep these!” Faye tried to grab her abdominal muscles as they faded.

The ‘squish’ that she’d feared had overtaken her body. Worse still, she noticed that her hair dye needed to be re-applied. She could see her platinum blond roots revealing themselves.

“This has to be a bad dream,” Faye marched into the bathroom. By the time she had managed to fish out the tube of hair dye, the blond infection had already spread. She was able to watch, in real time, as her naturally platinum-blond hair completely overwhelmed the black hair dye. She ran a hand through her short, cropped hair.

“It’s…just like hers,” Faye said scornfully. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes once again, and the warmth in her scalp made matters worse. She watched her short hair shift slightly, and then rise up by itself. A frightened yelp left her throat, causing her to check and see if she’d awoken Ryan. He was still sleeping quietly in bed as a layer of blond, wavy bangs came down over her eyes.

Faye looked back in the mirror and found, to her horror, that her hair had become shoulder-length. She feverishly retrieved a pair of scissors from the sink’s cabinets, and began ruthlessly cutting away her locks.

“Come on, come on,” Faye said as she chopped away at her lengthening hair, “at this rate I’ll look like Rapunzel!”

Once again, Faye’s words fueled her transformation even further. Her hair seemed to grow twice as fast, even with her chopping it away. She tossed the scissors aside as her hair reached her shoulders, and brought up her battery-powered buzzer. Huge swaths of silky, platinum hair were reamed from her head only to regrow to their former length immediately. After making a large mess of hair at her feet, she felt the burning feeling recede.

Faye switched off the buzzer, and looked at her enormous mane of wavy, lustrous hair. She took a fistfull of it and pulled it from the ground. There was enough of a mane to trail behind her when she walked.

“I look…” Faye hesitated to speak again. She had begun to realize what was fueling her ongoing transformation. She stepped out of the bathroom, dragging an enormous mop of hair behind her as she did. Ryan had remained fast asleep in bed, having turned onto his side. She found herself exhausted, too, and decided to take the chance while she had it. The nude woman crawled into bed, letting her hair hang off and onto the floor as she spooned her boyfriend from behind.

Sleep carried Faye away, through nightmarish visions of her chiseled body ruining itself before her very eyes. She suddenly found herself back at the fitness center, face-to-face with Venus once again.

“You need a softer touch,” Venus snapped.

Faye saw her bedroom mirror standing behind Venus; it was off to the side just enough that she could see herself in it. She tried to scream but no noise, or air, would push through her lungs. She was Venus’ identical copy, from the flaring hips, tiny waist and mind-boggling bust.

“I don’t want to be soft!” Faye looked back at Venus.

“You should,” Venus’ words from earlier that day came back to haunt Faye, “just look at yourself. As soft as I am…you should be thankful!”

“No! I don’t want a body like yours,” Faye shook her head back and forth, “I don’t want any of this!”

In the waking world, Ryan gently woke to find himself in Faye’s embrace. His body was still sore, though slightly less so thanks to having rested. He managed to push himself off of the bed, visit the bathroom and return to the sight of his girlfriend sleeping soundly on the bed. For a moment, he thought that he was still delirious. Faye looked like her legs had grown a good six inches, her body appeared as soft as a lingerie model’s, and her hair was so large it nearly blanketed her body.

If Ryan didn’t know any better, he’d say a complete stranger had wandered into his bed. He could clearly see her familiar face peeking out through her platinum locks. Her body shifted in place, and started to stretch. She seemed to be reaching her long, slender legs further down the bed and pushing her shockingly enormous ass out even further. He squinted, approached the bed, and realized that Faye wasn’t actually stretching.

Ryan was watching Faye’s entire body becoming proportionately larger. Faye rolled over onto her back; she seemed to be breathing faster, and her eyelids were twitching. Whatever dream she was having, it was doing something to her body. Her tits began swelling outward as if they were being filled with something. More movement on the bed drew Ryan’s attention, as her hips and thighs began growing to a proportion more appropriate for her preponderous posterior.

Everything about Faye was becoming filled with the kind of feminine beauty that Ryan knew she absolutely despised. Her previously thin, dry lips began to plump and swell outward. Her lips filled out until they became soft and pillowy, forming a perfect pout with each gentle breath she took. Faye’s face softened, any sign of bags under her eyes vanished, and her eyelids seemed to shift as her lashes grew out.

“Faye?” Ryan’s voice was hoarse. He reached his hand out and gently rubbed one of her softly-swelling thighs. Faye was pulled from the nightmare with Venus by the prodding, and found herself looking at Ryan’s face. The warm feeling had covered her body, which she noticed in tandem with her body sliding across the bed.

“No!” Faye sobbed, “I’m growing again!”

Both hands flew to Faye’s swelling breasts, which felt like they were filling up. She sat up against the backboard, and tried holding her swelling tits back with both arms. Much as Ryan was enamored by his girlfriend’s swelling breasts, he was distracted by her eyes. The dark brown he’d grown accustomed to was gone; her eyes had become bright blue.

“I’m turning into her,” Faye’s head grew past the headboard, “I’m turning into Venus!”

Ryan was both exhausted and lacked the context for what Faye was talking about. He couldn’t connect the unfamiliar name with the idea that it may have referred to one of her clients.

“Venus…as in the goddess of love?” Ryan asked in a daze.

“No…Yes!,” Faye spoke through her tears, “I look just like her, like some kind of love goddess!”

When the pressure on Faye’s body intensified she realized what she’d just done. She felt terrified as her growing proportions kicked into overdrive.

“Oh, no! Why did I say that?!” Faye felt her tits overwhelming her arms, “no no no no no! Please, no!”

Faye watched her vision pass Ryan’s and continue rising upward. Her breasts swelled until they had matched Venus’ ridiculous tits, but they continued. She felt her buttocks take up more and more room on the bed. Ryan could plainly see that while her body was growing outward, her waist hadn’t grown along with her. His once tiny fitness fiend of a girlfriend had grown into an exaggerated hourglass shape.

The pressure in Faye’s breasts increased tenfold, and she felt her nipples swell and become engorged. A white substance began to leak over her arms, pooling in her lap as her thighs swelled until she lacked any conceivable gap.

“M-milk?” Faye stammered. The pressure increased as the steady leak became a stronger flow. Even as she was crying, her face showed no sign of stress line or crease. Her body began emitting a sweet scent that seemed targeted to Ryan specifically. He approached the swelling woman; he noted the wooden bed frame was not handling the increased weight very well.

Faye watched her tits push until neither of her long arms could wrap around them both. She tried instead to cover each one with a single arm, and then just a hand, and then it was all she could do to so much as touch her nipples with her fingers. Even reaching out was starting to arouse her; she felt like every inch of her skin was becoming an erogenous zone. Her fingernails had become healthy and manicured. Still, her body continued its outward march.

Faye felt the pressure in her chest continue to mount, even as she was releasing a constant and steady stream of milk. The stream picked up until no longer was milk merely pouring from her breasts, but arcing out as if from a spigot. Ryan had moved close enough that a few droplets landed on his leg. His curiosity took the better of him, and he brushed them up with a finger. He took a taste and couldn’t place just what he’d drunk. All he knew was it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

Just as Faye’s feet began pushing over the edge of the bed, her enormous ass and waist having doubled in size from this spurt alone, the frame shattered under the weight. The impact knocked Ryan to the floor, and his head struck against the nearby wall. Faye was unfazed, other than the fit of deliciously soft jiggling the motion created in her body.

“Ryan!” Faye heaved forward onto her knees. Fear consumed her utterly, even as she continued becoming larger, as she crawled over to him. Ryan gradually opened his eyes; the sore spots he’d rested before were back with a vengeance. Still, he smiled at his panicking girlfriend and began to lift himself up. Pain wracked his body as he forced it to move, but he pushed through.

“I’m all right, Faye,” Ryan said as he hugged her around the neck, “I love you.”

Being so close, Faye’s supernatural scent was driving Ryan wild. More than that, he felt a sense of strength and energy he’d not felt for a long time. He recalled the taste of Faye’s delicious milk, and realized it was pooling on the ground around his legs.

“I love you, too,” Faye closed her eyes and leaned into the embrace. With both of them having expressed themselves, she felt something change in her. She broke away and took a seat on the bed, her legs spread. She folded her arms and raised them into her lactating breasts, presenting them to Ryan. She let arousal wash over her without fighting it; she felt her worries melt away.

“I’ll take care of you,” Faye cooed. Ryan moved unsteadily toward the growing goddess, until both of her kind arms gently lifted and brought him to her soft bosom. He latched onto a nipple, and drank of Faye’s milk. He felt all pain gradually leaving his body; his muscles were healing, his bruises vanished, and his fatigue turned to vigor. As he continued to suckle at Faye’s tit, he felt he didn’t need to stop to breathe, and in fact, had no trouble breathing whatsoever.

Faye noticed in Ryan’s boxers a sight she’d gone without for some time. In that moment, she felt a desire for him in his entirety that was foreign, yet welcome to her. As she tore his boxers from his body, leaving him completely nude, she took hold of his erect member with one hand.

Faye’s touch was soft as she lay back on the bed, and even softer as she hugged his relatively small torso to her as he began thrusting. She accepted him into her body, and the pressure relented, bringing her constant growth to an end. Faye had nearly grown to the size of their bedroom, and as orgasm after orgasm ripped through their tireless bodies, she accepted that she had, in fact, needed a softer touch after all.

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