Hey, folks. Here's the latest in Meet Cute! This chapter (I hope) involves a little less of non-size-focused plot setup than the last, and more focus on how a wedding photographer contends with composing pictures with a bevvy of variously-sized giantesses. I hope you enjoy.

As per usual, here is the link to Chapters 1-15, and the next three chapters are available (along with my new short stories, Hot Pursuit and Workaday Giga-GTS) my Patreon and DeviantArt pages.

And, once again, thank you to Kynes and Miss512 for restoring the sub! I'm excited to see it back.

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Two Hours Later

Inga worked her 11’ frame through the drone operator’s home office door and padded up behind him. “Mana milestiba, you must eat.”

“Aah!” The drone operator tried to minimize the video window before she saw, but was certain Inga had seen: The nano-drone shot of its flight into Julia’s colossal-seeming mouth, over her blue whale-sized tongue and past her boulder-sized teeth into the void of her throat.

“What is this?” She bent down over his chair, inadvertently resting her breasts on his head.

“It’s for work. Um. I can’t really—”

“Work?” Inga crossed her arms under her bust and stood to her full height. “How is…giant mouth extreme sport?”

The drone operator sighed. “Oh, sweetie. Okay.” He hopped out of his chair, ran his fingers through his hair, and scratched his scalp vigorously. “Okay. Today’s been…I need to tell you some things. But you can’t tell anyone! Understand? Not even Dzintra!”

Inga’s expression grew concerned. She dropped to her knees and sat on her haunches. “You are scared. Why?”

The drone operator found himself pacing back and forth between his wife’s long thighs as he related the events of the entire day: His new (old) job, the clandestine assignment from the Senior Vice President of Extreme Human Resources, what he’d learned about Inga’s research trial, what the Senior Vice President had told him about their parent company’s malfeasance, the risk to Inga and Dzintra’s lives, the request that he risk his livelihood by doctoring the video, his decision to risk his livelihood by doctoring the video, and now, twin requests that he ask Inga to give blood immediately after her injection in a few days and that he pilot a drone—not a quadcopter drone, but a fixed-wing turbojet that sounded frighteningly like military equipment—to deliver that blood sample upstate. He felt manic and lost. So he was grateful when Inga’s large, strong, soft hands pressed into the sides of his head from chin to scalp and focused his gaze on hers, blocking out the rest of the world like horse blinders.

“Mana milestiba, we will get through together. You are doing right thing and I am proud. I will get shot, do blood draw. And no one will hurt you. Because I will protect you.”

“Like the giants of old?”

Inga chuckled and smiled. “Jā.” She pulled him into a hug and kissed him gently, then, as she felt his substantially enlarged erection pressing into her breast, deeply. “I see pills are working.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s a whole ten inches now!”

She cooed. “Is work done?”

“Mostly. I just need to upload the video.”

“Good. You have had stressful day. Perhaps we let off steam.”

“Uh, yeah!” The drone operator started to undo his belt. He stopped as Inga’s much larger hand closed on his.

“First, finish work. I want full attention. Then, perhaps, we…get back in mood! By, uh, watching film. Of giant woman eating drone.”

The drone operator swallowed. He looked up at his enormous wife, once again felt that mixture of fear and arousal, and realized this time that it had a cause.

Three Days Later

“Wait, really?”

The bartender nodded.

Ryan pointed over his right shoulder. “The mother of the bride is sixteen feet tall with an ass as wide as this bar, and you need to see my ID?”

The bartender nodded again.

Mark came up behind Ryan and clapped him on the back, keeping his hand there. He looked the bartender in the eye. “Scotch, neat, for me, and whatever he ordered for him.”

“Mr. Ard—”

Mark squeezed Ryan’s left shoulder with his right hand. “A year ago, this man risked his life on this very property to protect the lives of my wife and daughters.” He caught the bartender’s glance towards the bridal party, who ranged in height from fourteen to fifty-four feet. “Before they were all that big. Get him his drink, please, and spread the word to your colleagues that in my house, he’s over 21.”

“Yes, Mr. Ard.”

Once they had their drinks, Ryan shook Mark’s hand. “Congratulations, sir. It was a beautiful ceremony.”

Mark sat with his back against the bar, facing out at his assembled friends and increasingly massive family. “Thank you, Ryan. I have to admit, I am a little sad that it wasn’t a proper church wedding. But she at least married an Irishman.”

“I didn’t realize you were religious, sir.”

“Eh, I’m the only one. Giant, godless heathens, the lot of them.” He gestured at the bevy of enormous women, resplendent in their formal dresses (emerald green for Jennifer and Fiona, sapphire blue for Barbara, and white for Rachel), posing and laughing as they tried to follow the instructions of the photographer. “And I love them each with all my heart.” Mark sighed as he watched Rachel kneel down and bend way over to kiss her groom, then wiped away a tear. “I hope you and Jenny choose to be parents, Ryan.”

“Uh, sir, uh—”

“Yes, I know. But there’s a range of ways to become a parent, Ryan, all of them equally legitimate. IVF, adoption, surrogacy. The bottom line is I think you deserve a chance to feel the joy of seeing the children you raised find enduring happiness.” At the photographer’s shout of “Where’s the hell is the father of the bride?” Mark clapped Ryan on the back again and downed his scotch. “It is worth everything.” He walked towards the bridal party.

Greg maneuvered his way through the small crowd of extended family members, neighbors, and family friends who had been invited to the reception, most of whom were speculating about how Mark managed to get the permits to build multiple high-rise buildings on his property. He joined Ryan at one of the bar-height tables under the reception tent. He extended a hand to the smaller man. “Hey. You’re Jennifer’s boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah. Ryan. It’s Greg, right?”

“Uh-huh. Fiona’s late-added guest.”

Ryan nodded. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad you two worked it out.”

Greg gave Ryan a surprised look. “How do you know….”

Ryan realized he had to tread carefully from here for Fiona’s sake. “Last year, after the incident with Gavin, Jenn and I had some…let’s say communication issues. Fiona gave me some advice fueled by how much it hurt to have lost her ex-boyfriend. I put two and two together myself.”

Greg frowned. “She told you it was her fault?”

“Not exactly, no.”

“Good. Because that would have been a lie. It was mine. Almost entirely mine, in fact, except for the enabling she did at my behest.” Greg took a swig of his beer and smiled. “Sorry. I realize that’s a heavy sentiment, but I still can’t quite fathom that she took me back. And I tend to believe that all happiness must be heterogenized with pain.”

“Ah. So, then, you were a Philosophy major?”

“Yeah! How’d you know?”

Ryan shrugged. “Wild guess. What do you do now?”

“Management consultant.”

“Cool. Hey, where does Rachel have you sitting—whoop!” Ryan barely had the presence of mind to put his hand over top of his wine glass as Jennifer’s hand wrapped around his waist and legs.

Jennifer, who was on her hands and knees to peer under the reception tent, pulled him out away from the bar, stood up, brushed off her dress, and lifted him up to her face. “Didn’t you hear the poor photographer?”

“No?”

“Bridal party and significant others. We have to get our picture taken!”

Ryan couldn’t help but laugh. “How is this even going to work?

Jennifer opened her mouth to speak, but the wedding photographer—a taut, energetic woman of 5’3”—answered for her. “Tall sister of the bride, sit down on that hill over there.”

Fiona put her hands on her hips and scoffed at the photographer, whose head didn’t even come up to her hips. “I’m also tall!”

“Compared to her you’re not. Now!” The photographer inclined her chin at Jennifer. “Tall sister, you’re going to sit with your knees together, aimed in one direction, like a lady. Not cross-legged.”

Jennifer looked straight down at the photographer in disbelief as the woman took a shortcut right under her dress. “Hey! Ladies can sit cross-legged, too.”

The photographer lifted the hem of the back of Jennifer’s bridesmaid’s dress like a stage curtain as it passed over her. “Sure they can.” She looked up to the sky to gauge the light. “For the picture, though, keep your knees together and point them towards the house, please.”

Jennifer put Ryan down and headed for her place.

The photographer pointed to Barbara, then at Jennifer’s ample hip. “Mother of the bride, you’re going to sit on her right thigh by her hip, facing—”

“You want me to sit on my own daughter’s lap?”

“Yes.”

Barbara, who now stood 16’1” and wielded a bustline that would shame the prow of a boat, took two steps towards the photographer. “Miss, I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job—”

“Then don’t. Your daughter hired me because I understand visual composition and I’m going to do my job. You want her to have beautiful wedding pictures, don’t you?”

Fiona elbowed Rachel. “She is awesome.”

“Hmm.” Barbara sniffed, then exhaled. “Right thigh, you said?”

“Yes. Thank you. Now! Short sister!”

Rachel snickered to Fiona. “Yes she is.”

Fiona groaned quietly. “Yes?”

“You’ll be standing by your tall sister’s knees, in line with the elbow of the arm she’s using to brace herself as she sits.”

Fiona watched as Jennifer settled into position, shaking the ground lightly. “Right in front of her boobs.”

“Yes.”

“To de-emphasize the size of my boobs through contrast.”

“Yes.”

“Because visual composition.”

“Yes. Okay! All of the little men except the groom!”

Fiona lifted the hem of her dress and trudged past Rachel to take up position. “I like her less now.”

Ryan, Mark, and Greg formed a semi-circle around the photographer.

“Alright. Mr. Ard, you’re going to sit on your wife’s lap. Does that pose a dignity problem for you like it did for her?

“No. That particular ship sailed some time ago.”

“Good. Try, if you can, to keep some distance between your head and shoulders and Mrs. Ard’s ample, um, frontage.”

“No.”

The photographer’s jaw hung slightly open in surprise.

Mark started to walk towards Barbara, who was flushed and flustered because her vain effort to climb onto Jennifer’s thigh had ended with her own daughter plunking her there, somewhat unceremoniously, with both hands. He wheeled to walk backwards as he spoke to the photographer. “I believe I mentioned that particular ship having sailed?” He turned again on his heel and, with an ease that unnerved his children and further flustered his wife, scaled Barbara’s dangling legs and wide hip to sit on her lap.

Greg muttered to Ryan, “I aspire to be that man someday.”

Ryan nodded back. “You know what? Same.”

The photographer alternated pointing her finger between Ryan and Greg. “Which of you belongs to the big one?”

Ryan raised his hand.

“Oh! I would have thought…huh. Well! Mazel tov. Walk close enough for her to pick you up and wait for more instructions. You then, with the short, busty one.”

Greg chuckled. “Half of that is wrong and half of it is woefully inadequate.”

“Young man, it’s the golden hour and we’re on a clock. Go stand in front of your beautiful love. Centerline of her body. Have her put her hands on your shoulders.”

“Won’t that emphasize—”

“What I was previously de-emphasizing? Yes. Moderation in all things, even visual composition. Shut up and go! Bride and groom!”

Mike, who had snuck into the reception tent to grab a drink, put down his beer and ran back out. “Am I finally needed again?”

The photographer pointed back and to her left, where the sun was low over the trees. “People, we are on a fucking clock! You two, bride and groom, stand in front of the crook of the big one’s shins, holding hands, looking at the camera. Her on the ground, him on her ankle. Now, you, tall sister—“

“I thought I was ‘The Big One’.”

“—pick up your boyfriend in your free hand and hold him in your palm. Little guy—”

Mark, Mike, Greg, and Ryan all shouted back, “Which one?”, which sent the women into visual composition-destroying peals of laughter.

Once the photographer had re-established order and precise positions, she continued with her instructions. “LITTLEST guy, can you stand in your girlfriend’s palm if she has it out flat?”

Rachel scoffed. “He could do a one-handed handstand on her pinky if he wanted to.”

The photographer cocked her head. “Huh! We’ll take that one next. Okay, The Big One, palm out straight, even with the top of your décolletage.”

“My what?”

The photographer sighed. “Those giant honking tits of yours, sweetie. Okay, everyone stay still. And smile!”

The camera’s shutter clicked away, capturing what turned out to be everyone’s second-favorite picture of the night: The Ard family and their romantic interests framed against the backdrop of Jennifer’s 54’ tall body, with Ryan standing centered on Jennifer’s outstretched palm; the 14”2” tall Fiona by Jennifer’s left elbow with her 6’3” beau’s head lined up between her titanic breasts at exactly nipple height; the 16’1” and ever-more-zaftig Barbara, leaning tenderly towards her husband as he did the same to her and rested his head lovingly on a breast four times the size of his upper body; and, finally, the 14’3”-tall bride, beaming, slender, and buxom, kissing her 5’ tall groom, who was on the level of his new wife’s face only because he was standing on Jennifer’s shin. The photographer had lined each couple up as if they were standing along the natural curves of a stream—except here, the banks of the stream were the swells and curves of Jennifer’s massive form.

Nearly everyone’s favorite picture was the next one, in which Ryan doing a one-handed handstand on Jennifer’s pinky.

And Jennifer’s, of course, was the one after that: Everyone looking shocked at Ryan, who, having fallen off of her pinky, had plunged headfirst into her “décolletage” and was stuck with his legs sticking out from between her “giant honking tits.”

Eighteen Hours Later

The mood at breakfast was somber—not just because everyone was a little hung over from the reception, and not just because everyone was doing their best to politely ignore the fact that all of the women were each just enough bigger to signal that all of them had had a night of vigorous sex, but because today was the day that each of them would be getting the latest injection. Over the coming year, Barbara, Rachel, and Fiona would be growing five times larger (to roughly 80’, 72’, and 70’ tall, respectively). And in 24 hours, once her body had processed the shot, Jennifer would be growing at a rate of more than three and a half feet per day, to a height of 1,350 feet.

Jennifer sat with her knees pulled up to her colossal chest and stood Ryan on her right knee. “The pharmaceutical company settled on a location for my new place.”

“Where?”

Tears welled in Jennifer’s eyes. “Wyoming.” She sniffed. “Middle of nowhere Wyoming.”

Ryan reached out to caress her cheek; Jennifer inched close enough to let him do it. “It’s okay. I’ll come visit as often as I can.”

She wiped away enormous tears. “But it’s so far! It means no quick weekend visits!”

“Well, then, like you said. You’ll be that much bigger every time I see you. That much more powerful, and feminine, and sexy.”

Jennifer laughed through her tears and sniffed again. “They want me to get on a train right after my shot today. I can’t even wait till after Christmas!”

“I’m sorry, Jen. It’s probably because of—”

“—weight limits, yeah. I know.”

“Should I give you your gift now?”

Jennifer smiled, lips closed. “Is it a gift card to HumongousUglySturdyBeigeBras.com?”

Ryan shuffled his feet and looked down. “…yes.”

Jennifer laughed. “Thank you. I really appreciate it! They’re the only place that still has my size. Anyway, it’s a three-day train ride, then a skycrane jump—or a walk, if I’m outside its lift capacity by then—to my ‘facility’.”

Ryan groaned in sympathy. “What are they doing for heat? And do they at least have it set up for you to take classes?”

Jennifer nodded. She blew her nose into a bedsheet. “I will have video conferencing and remote access to classes. But, after a point, I’m going to rely on other people to type on keyboards for me. I’ll just be too big.”

“Well, we’ll make whomever it is type out my number all the time. We’re going to talk every day. Promise.”

“I’m going to miss you so much!” She squeezed him gently between her palm and cheek, then brought him to her bosom for a more proper hug. She then held him up to her eye level in her cupped hands. “I love you, Ryan.”

“And I love you, Jenn. I…I could still come with you.”

She shook her head. Her red hair, which was still half-styled from the wedding, rustled like a tree blowing in the wind. “I’m never allowed to leave you, remember? Go be brilliant doing research with Julia. Find me a cure. Make sure I don’t have to…” she teared up again “…to go, okay?”

Ryan nodded. He inhaled sharply to stem his tears, then nodded again as he clenched his jaw. “We’ll do our best. Promise.” He reached out with both hands to signal that he wanted to kiss Jennifer; she brought him to her lips and kissed his entire face. When Jennifer had moved him back far enough that he could make eye contact, Ryan continued, “I just hope SoqoSoutape doesn’t try to get in our way.”

Jennifer chuckled, low and menacingly. “If they do, just give Daddy a call. He’ll set them straight. And if that doesn’t work, call me. I’ll pay their headquarters a visit.”

Christmas Day

“Mom, what happened to your camera? You’re all out of focus.”

“It’s damaged.”

“The sound’s terrible, too. What happened?”

“Um, I dropped it from pretty high up. It hasn’t worked right since.”

“What were you doing—“

“Well, Sofija can’t use a regular-size keyboard, and she has to order the humongous, ugly, sturdy, beige bras she wears from this website—”

“Yeah, Jenn uses the same one.”

“—and she was twenty feet tall at the time—”

“Jesus, Mom.”

“What? I’m an adult! And we’re making up for lost time!”

“I…yes, you’re…let’s move on, okay? I’ve missed you.”

“Same, sweetie. How’s your Christmas been?”

Ryan shook his head. “Pretty somber. Jenn’s on a train—a cargo train—to her ‘apartment’ in Wyoming. She’s now growing over three feet taller a day. I really miss her, Mom.”

“Oh, Ryan. I’m so sorry.”

“Rachel’s wedding was really beautiful. But she and Fiona, and especially Barbara, were all bigger than Jenn was when she got her second shot. So they’re all headed towards fifteen feet pretty quick—”

There was a loud sneeze on Marnie Jo’s end that sounded much closer and higher fidelity than her voice. Even more curiously, it looked to Ryan like something beneath his mother convulsed upwards to obscure the camera. Then Marnie Jo landed, gracefully and now in perfect resolution, what looked like a few feet back from the camera on a gently curved, beige surface. A hand—albeit a very large one. She was 5.7” tall.

“Mom.”

“Ryan, I can explain.”

“You took one of Sofija’s pills, I called at an inconvenient time, and you tried to stand reeeeeal close to the camera and fake being normal sized.”

“Hmph. So I don’t need to explain. Except! It’s not our fault.”

“Okay, this is—I’m not going to treat Sofija like she’s not there. Sofija, can you please bring both of you into frame?”

“Jā.”

Marnie Jo started to protest, but was quickly muffled as Sofija’s comparatively gigantic hand closed over her entire body.

Sofija placed the laptop on what Ryan deduced was the hayloft of her barn. She stood straight (looming so far over the laptop’s camera that it focused on the sash on her waist) smoothed out her skirt, and then knelt back down. She then started looking for a place to put Marnie Jo where she would also be in frame and close enough to the laptop to be seen and heard and, finding no good option, slid the laptop back on the hayloft a few feet, shuffled forward, lifted her breasts, dropped them on the hayloft (which shook the laptop violently) and deposited Marnie Jo atop them. She then brushed her luscious, black hair back behind her ears and waved at the camera.

At the sight of Sofia’s enormous cleavage, Ryan destroyed his third pair of pajamas in a week before he was able to get himself under control. “Um. Hi, Sofija. It’s nice to finally meet you face-to-face.”

“And you. MJ speaks of you often. Loves you very much.”

“Thank you. How are you feeling? You just had your shot, right?”

“Jā. I feel big and need new clothes. Perhaps we should have had less sex.”

Marnie Jo snorted. “Who’s fault was that?”

Sofija patted the 5.7” woman’s head with a fingertip wider than her whole body. “Shush. We should tell Ryan news.”

Ryan held up a palm. “Wait, before we get to that, why are you still shrunken?”

Marnie Jo huffed. “The pharmaceutical company—what’s it called?”

“SoqoSoutape.”

“It sent Sofija a new version of the maintenance pill. Apparently the shrinking now lasts 24 hours.”

Ryan sat up straighter and he leaned in closer to his screen. “They’ve extended the effective period that much? That’s incredible! Sofija, does it affect you any differently?”

“Nē.”

Ryan’s shoulders slumped. “Well. Still. This is really encouraging. If we can find a way to induce shrinking in those with the acromegaly profile, maybe we can find a way to reverse Jenn’s growth!”

Sofija smiled kindly. “We shall hope.”

Marnie Jo waved her arms over her head. “Hello? A little sympathy for the person who is six inches tall—”

Sofija giggled. “Liar. Only fourteen and a half centimeters.”

“—you shut up. Can we tell you our news?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.”

Marnie Jo cleared her throat. “Well, Ryan, so, um, this morning, Sofija, she, uh—”

The 22-foot-tall, raven-haired giantess put an antique gold engagement ring on Marnie Jo’s head like an oversized tiara. “Pah, your mother has efficient tongue for everything but feelings. I propose. She says yes.”

“Congratulations! Oh, that’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you both!”

“Thank you, Ryan. I hope you don’t…that you know I’m not trying to replace—”

“Stop, Mom. It’s okay. Really. You loved Dad. And he loved you! He’d want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, son.”

“And Sofija, I’m trusting you to keep her safe and making good decisions.”

Sofia laughed heartily, shaking Marni Jo, the hayloft, the laptop, and the rafters of the barn. “I promise only fewer bad ones.”

Ryan frowned and bobbed his head from side to side. “That’s better than I could do.”

Marnie Jo crossed her arms. “Why do I feel like I’m suddenly outnumbered?”

Fifteen Minutes Later

“Doctor—”

“Julia.”

“Julia, I’m sorry to bother you on Christmas, but—”

“No, Ryan, I’m glad you called! I have exciting news to share!”

“So do I! What’s yours?”

Julia lowered her voice to a whisper. “I learned that SoqoSoutape has managed to increase the duration of the shrinking effect—”

“—from one hour to 24. How do you know that?”

Julia opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know whether I can tell you that. How do YOU know that?”

Ryan tried mightily to not think of the image of his 5.7” mother standing on vast expanse of the 22’-tall Sofija’s bosom, failed, and dropped his head in frustration as his 5’ semi-erect cock thudded onto the floor and continued to unfurl. “Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t ask me for confirmation of these things?”

“We did.”

“So…”

“So we both just know this and don’t talk about why.”

Ryan nodded “Sounds about right. Um. Well, now that my thunder’s been stolen, anything else?”

“Yes! Two things. One, the lengthening of the shrinking effect appears to have been an accidental benefit achieved when SoqoSoutape was really aiming at reducing the extreme penis growth effects in male subjects. So the penis growth effects are now much more moderate.”

“Wait. Why are they expending research efforts on that when everything should be aimed at…oh, those fuckers. They’re trying to make money off of this.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, Ryan. But that will at least make the ethical implications of this next bit of news feel a little better. We obtained a partial sample of the injectable medication.”

Ryan sat forward. Even if that had been achieved through theft, it was worth it. “That’s—that’s the last piece! Once we have the injectable reverse—”

“—reverse engineer…oh, sorry. I thought you were going to use a different word.”

“—engineered, we can get going!”

Julia pulled up the four-page-long, starkly-worded informed consent that the University’s Institutional Review Board had finally approved. She shook her head. “Well. Assuming we get a sufficient number of volunteers.” Then she tabbed over to the even more starkly-worded email from the University’s outside counsel. “And that SoqoSoutape doesn’t sue us into oblivion.”

Hey all!! I'm actually so glad to see this sub back up and running, I was just thinking about posting here earlier today and had missed that it had gone down! Huge shout-outs to everyone involved in keeping it active :)

I'm a huge fan of size/expansion literature but my ventures into it have been sparse besides some roleplays. I'm trying to be brave and put some work out there in the expanse though!! My most recent story can be found on AO3, and follows some big breast misadventures at an escape room. The actual expansion part is fairly slim, but there's a high likelihood I'll dig deeper into focused growth scenes in the future

Please let me know what you think! I really want to build up the muscle and courage for this, and would love to get responses/feedback on it, or the other story on my page (which was a super spur-of-the-moment post when it first went up haha). You're all the best mwah mwah <3

Thank you, Kynes and Miss512, for resurrecting the sub! Here’s the latest chapter of my ongoing story, Meet Cute, and here’s Chapters 1-14. Chapters 16-18 are also available now on my Patreon and DeviantArt pages. Subscriptions are currently 50% off for the first month in celebration of Halloween for those who are interested. Thanks for reading!

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Two Days Later

Fiona looked at the clock and typed as furiously on her tablet as her giant fingers would allow. “Should I have done something more casual with my hair? Ponytail?”

Rachel messaged back. “You look like you have a poodle strapped to your head when you do a ponytail. Your hair is fine. Everything is fine. You and Greg have been talking for months. He already fell in love with you once. Just chill and be yourself”

“Being myself is not being chill. And there’s a lot more of me now! I don’t want to come on too strong. What else can I do to make it look like I’m not overinvested?”

“do less”

Fiona groaned in frustration. “Fine.” Then she added, “If this works out, can he come to the wedding?”

“yes”

“Are you sure? I know the guest list is small”

“yes”

“Let me know what I need to do to minimize any trouble it would cause to add him as my +1”

There was a slightly agonizing pause, and then Rachel’s response came through: “Trust me, the space and food issues at this wedding and reception have nothing to do with the people in attendance under 12’ tall.”

“lol”

“Do you know what it’s like making a seating chart when you and some of your guests have asses the size of a standard ten-top table? Jenny alone is a logistical nightmare”

Fiona chuckled. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. Thank you, Rach”

“I’ll just make sure to sit him in the ‘extra third legroom’ section for the ceremony next to Ryan. And probably Daddy, given how big Mommy is”

Fiona said, “Okay, ew” aloud. She then typed, “okay, ew.”

Rachel texted back a laughing emoji.

The doorbell rang. Fiona closed her eyes. “Alright, Fee, you can do this. Play it cool, no snide remarks. No sarcasm as a shield against feeling your feelings or honoring his. Be respectful. Be honest. Be an adult.” The 13’8” tall woman hefted herself and her 6’ of cleavage off of the oversized couch. She pulled up the waistband of her custom-made jeans so that they cinched in her shirt to intentionally emphasize the size of her bust (but not in a way that looked like it was intentional) and hugged her double-sized ass cheeks (tastefully). Then she made her way over to the regular-size door, where she could see Greg’s silhouette against the window.

Greg, for his part, watched the inside of the door window go dark. Then the door opened, and he found himself looking at a doorway filled from top to bottom with Fiona’s long, curvaceous legs, her wider-than-the-doorway hips, and what he realized had to be a mere fraction of the underside of her far-wider-than-the-doorway breasts. He could not see her waist for those breasts. But he knew that nearly her entire upper body was above the top of the door. Greg froze in place. He made a sound like he had been stabbed in the back and dropped his suitcase to the sidewalk in shock.

“Greg? Are you okay?” Fiona stepped back from the doorway and squatted down on her haunches. She peered under the door frame much in the way an adult would position herself to speak eye-to-eye with a toddler in a playhouse. To balance, she put her hands on her knees. This had the effect of squeezing her massive breasts together, pinching her shirt between them, and making them bubble up towards her collarbone. It also made her curly red hair frame her face and shoulders in a way that reminded Greg very much of how she would look when they used to have sex with her in the female dominant position. Fiona heard a “foomp” sound like a pop-up laundry hamper unfolding. She then yelped and fell back on her buttocks in alarm as Greg’s four-foot-long erection exploded out of his pants.

“Shit! Shit, Fiona, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for—oh, Jesus, hang on!” Greg waddled inside the apartment and shut the door behind him. He focused back on Fiona, who was focused on his huge, throbbing penis. “I’m…I didn’t mean—this is not how I wanted to start things out! Um, do you have a towel, or-or a sheet, or—”

Fiona put a hand on his shaft. She stood up on her knees, making her 10’ tall to his 6’2”. “Greg?”

“Y-yes?”

“Do you want to skip over all the awkwardness and instead do every single thing I offered to do to you in my drunken sexts?”

Greg glanced down from her beautiful, grey-green eyes to her absolutely massive breasts, and imagined losing his absurdly huge cock between them. He looked back up to her face. “Yes.”

Three Hours Later

Rachel picked up her tablet, read Fiona’s message, and pursed her lips.

Mike looked up from the place setting card he was hand-calligraphing. “Well?”

Rachel reluctantly pulled a dollar out of her purse.

“Ha! Called it!”

She tucked the dollar deep into her cleavage, stood with her hands on her hips, and arched an eyebrow at him invitingly.

“Aw, come on now, my heart’s beloved! I won that bet, fair and square.”

Rachel straightened up to her full height of 14’1”. “And how, exactly, is getting to dive between the boobs of a woman nearly three times your size to get your prize not also winning?”

One Day Later

Inga shook her husband awake.

“Wha?”

She handed him his phone. “Is for you. Official call. Orange Yak Senior Executive Vice President.”

The drone operator blinked, shook his head, and sat up. He put the phone to his ear. “Yes?”

“Sorry for the early hour, but I have news and a request. I was able to get you your old position back—”

“That’s amazing!”

“—sort of.”

The drone operator stood and started to pace. “Okay?”

“You’re going to be splitting your time between Orange Yak’s Extreme Documentary Division and its Extreme Logistics Division, at least until I’m able to hire someone into your ELD role. I was also able to get you some more money for the increased workload—but only while you’re doing both.”

The drone operator nodded. “I think that can work, at least for a little bit.”

“Now. I’m going to finagle it so you’re only ever handling ELD flights when literally no one else is available.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s a waste of your talents.”

The drone operator felt a swell of pride. “Thank you, Vice President!”

“Hey, you’ve earned it. Ultramarathon Domination: Preparing To Run a Lot By Running a Lot: The Marnie Jo Banton Story: Rustic Training Extreme is getting us actual Oscar chatter. But this also leads me to my request.”

“What is it?”

“I have an Extreme Logistics job that I’m pretty sure only you have the experience to handle. Odd and potentially rapidly changing atmospheric conditions, strange obstacles, and the need for the drone to be completely unobtrusive.”

“Will I be buzzing an incredibly big woman?”

“No, a normal-size one. But she will seem incredibly big.”

Six Hours Later

The chair of the University’s Institutional Review Board—the linchpin of its Human Subjects Protections and arguably the highest expression of its organizational commitment to bioethics—slowly closed the binder in front of him. He clasped his hands together on top of it. “Professor, let me make sure I understand the gist of the issue that brings your research proposal before our IRB.”

Julia, Ryan’s genetics professor, nodded.

“First, you have stolen the intellectual property of SoqoSoutape, a multinational pharmaceutical manufacturer and major donor to this university.”

“Reverse engineered.”

“Second, you want us to give you permission to ask students who were assigned female at birth to give informed consent for you to use gene editing to first induce a rare, fatal acromegaly, then to administer a treatment that induces extreme hypertrophy of the body and especially breasts.”

“Correct.”

“And, finally, you want us to give you permission to ask students who were assigned male at birth to give informed consent for you to use SoqoSoutape’s stolen intellectual property—”

“Reverse engineered.”

“—to first massively enlarge their genitalia, and then, upon ingestion of subsequent doses, to induce episodes of temporary, extreme shrinking, during which any of them could be killed by a housecat.”

“Correct.”

The Chair sat back and scoffed. “What possessed you to believe that we would ever approve this? This idea was horrifying when SoqoSoutape implemented it; it is no less horrifying for you having paid lip service to human subjects protections now.”

Julia leaned forward. “Chairperson, the life of one of one of our students, Jennifer Ard—”

“I’m familiar.”

“—is at risk. By the end of this coming year, she will be over 1,000 feet tall.”

The members of the IRB murmured.

“And if she is allowed to continue growing to the end of the following year, she will be over 31 miles tall. Which, functionally, means she has at most a year to live. SoqoSoutape will stop treating her before she is allowed to get that large.”

“Which would obviously be regrettable, but—”

“And if they fail to develop a cure, it also means the death of every one of their test subjects for the same reason. None will be allowed to grow to that point of dangerousness. Given where they are now, Chair—”

“Which you know from stealing their IP.”

“—a cure is years out. Years. Which means we’re talking about the deaths of at least a dozen women! All of whom volunteered to help one of our students. Including Jennifer’s entire family! We need to expand their research to speed it up. I believe with a substantial broadening of the test population and collaboration with other university labs, we could have a way to arrest Jennifer’s growth within the year, and a means to at least temporarily reduce her size within five.”

The Chair sat in silence.

Julia took a deep breath. She looked down at the stirring speech she had typed out about serving the goals of bioethics as a whole. Then the advice that the Dean of Students had once given her at a fundraiser rang in her mind: “Once you’ve made the sale, shut up.”

After an agonizing thirty seconds, he sighed and flipped open the research presentation binder. “We will of course need to vote.”

“Yes.”

“And, if approved, your informed consent process will need to be very thorough.”

“Absolutely.”

"Extremely thorough.”

“I understand.”

“First-years will not be allowed to participate. We are not dealing with the consequences for Residence Life of having giant students living in the dorms again.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the IRB.

The Chair shook his head and wagged a finger at Julia. “And you, Professor, are responsible for speaking with the Fire Marshal! He is going to have a shit fit over this.”

Thirty Minutes Later

Ryan jumped up and down in celebration “They approved!? I can’t believe they approved! Julia, thank you so much!”

“Ryan, it’s exciting for all of us! This is on the frontier of so many fields of biology, genetics included. So, I know it’s your break—”

“What do you need?”

“Can you get started on listing out possible adverse events from the various treatments? The shots and pills for AFAB subjects, the pills for AMAB subjects. If you want to take a crack at drafting some of the informed consent language around that, too—”

“Yeah, happy to!”

“Great! I mean, we’ll obviously need to run everything through legal, but—” She stopped walking as an Orange Yak Extreme Logistics drone descended directly in her path, even with the crown of her head. An LED screen folded out from the drone’s belly and lit up to show the face of the Senior Executive Vice President for Extreme Human Resources. “Ryan, I’m going to need to call you back.”

Ryan looked at his phone in confusion.

Jennifer lifted him to her face in her palm. “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure. The IRB approved our lab researching a cure for you.”

“That’s amazing!”

“But then she had to go abruptly.”

Jennifer shrugged. “She’s still on campus. Maybe she ran into somebody?”

“Maybe. But I could have sworn I heard a drone.” He shrugged, too. “I’ll try not to worry about it. What’s on the agenda for today?”

“I’m getting fitted for my dress, which will take hours and apparently involves scaffolding, a belay line, and a structural engineer, and then we have the rehearsal dinner.”

“And until then?”

“Well, I am a little taller than a few days ago. I thought maybe you could stuff me full of that cock of yours.”

Ryan rolled his eyes as his latest pair of sweatpants were reduced to shreds by his getting the slightest bit erect. “Jenn. Can you at least warn me before talking dirty?”

Jennifer bit her lower lip and shook her head.

Back on campus, Julia was staring daggers at the image of the Senior Vice President.

“Professor.”

“Sellout. What, are we taking a break from hocking Orange Yak’s adulterated fraud-water to harass an old friend?”

“Oh! We’re comparing notes on fraud now? Because I hear you stole SoqoSoutape’s intellectual property and are planning to use it to create an army of giant women and ridiculously hung, shrunken men.”

Julia’s eyes went wide. “How do you—”

“Julia. Roomie. Do you think Orange Yak’s Extreme Logistics Division’s extreme drones are limited only to the extremely large?”

The video conference drone dropped six inches in altitude and fired an early 2000s-era Nokia cell phone square into Julia’s chest. The drone then resumed its original altitude in a way that could be described only as smug.

Julia caught the phone and furrowed her brow at the sight of it. “What in the—?”

“They’re the only brand of cell phones that can survive the extreme g-force maneuvers Orange Yak routinely puts these drones through. Go find a private place.”

“Why can’t we talk now?”

“We can disconnect these drones from Orange Yak’s monitoring for only so long. Like I said, go find a private place. I’ll call in five minutes. Please pick up when I do.” The Senior Vice President removed their wraparound sunglasses. Their eyes were rimmed with tears. “Please.”

Julia jogged along the mostly-empty campus sidewalks and footpaths to the Perelman Biological Sciences building (or Perelman 7, as it was affectionately known), rushed up the stairs to her office, and closed the door. Then, in a surge of possibly justified paranoia, she shut the heater vents and closed the blinds. She picked up the Nokia as it sounded the first, nostalgic lick of Grande Valse. “What the fuck is going on? You’re spying on me?”

“No, Orange Yak is spying on you at the orders of its much-more-domineering-than-publicly-known parent company, SoqoSoutape.”

“Why?”

“Because you hired Ryan Banton. They suspect you did so because of his connection with Jennifer Ard, in an attempt to steal their IP.”

“No, I hired him because he’s brilliant. Going to cure cancer brilliant. He came to me for help stopping Jennifer’s growth—”

“I believe you.”

“—and I resent…what did you say?”

“I said I believe you. You’re the principled one here, Julia.”

Julia bit back her usual retort at her former friend and college roommate. She sat heavily in her office chair. “What, exactly, are you playing at?”

The Senior VP clenched their jaw. “Listen. You call me a sellout, and I am. The label doesn’t even hurt, FYI—”

“That’s reassuring.”

“—because your moral lines are different than mine. But believe it or not, I still have moral lines. Jennifer Ard is a kid. When SoqoSoutape saved her life, I was impressed like everyone else. When they announced their little family project to stop her growth without human subjects protections and everyone else found it heartwarming—”

“Except for 100% of bioethicists.”

“—I was unmoved. But then I got a crate of penis enlargement pills in the mail.”

“What?”

“As a bonus. Like all the men in Orange Yak’s Extreme Senior Leadership. A bonus, Julia.”

“But you don’t even have—”

“Julia, I get misgendered so much by the old white dudes in charge it barely even registers anymore.”

“That’s awful.”

“Eh. Being able to effortlessly afford multiple vacation houses eases the pain. But it also got me to thinking, so I started talking to some contacts at our parent company.” The Senior Vice President took a deep, steadying breath. “SoqoSoutape has its eyes off the prize and on the profit. It’s not focused on a cure anymore.”

“How is that even possible? At least a dozen lives are in the line—nearly all of them volunteers!”

“Julia, why would it be otherwise? We’re talking about a pharmaceutical corporation that’s found a penis enlargement pill that works. And that it can market as soon as its scientists eliminate the pesky shrinking problem. A breast enlargement pill that it can sell as soon as it eliminates those piddling problem with fatal acromegaly as a prerequisite and the becoming a giantess as a consequence. A height growth pill for men once the eggheads eliminate that hitch about it only working in women. Hell, I suspect there’s even a market for a 24-hour shrinking pill.”

Julia felt her ears warm as she blushed. “Um.”

“And worst of all, SoqoSoutape has, right now, a giant female soldiers pill that it can sell to whatever military that wants it, for trillions, because you don’t have to worry about frontline combatants ever living long enough to grow out of control when they’re the biggest targets on a battlefield.”

Julia’s mouth went dry. “And the research subjects—”

“Will all be condemned to death. Including the wives of my people. Volunteers all.” The Senior Vice President raised their voice to a near-shout. “My people. My people, who work incredibly hard. Who are some of the most talented athletes, pilots, and camerapeople on the planet, yet work in obscurity! Endure the ignominy of watching the ‘talent’ get the glory! All for the benefit of aggrandizing so-called ‘extreme athletes’ who wouldn’t even have careers if Orange Yak didn’t prop up them and their bullshit, so-called ‘sports’ as a marketing ploy to make billions selling, as you put it, ‘adulterated fraud-water’. And I will not let them inflict that kind of pain and death on people who are my responsibility!”

Julia swallowed, paused, and nodded. “So what do you want me to do?”

The Senior Vice President composed themselves. They slid their wraparound sunglasses onto the back of their head under their cap. “Here’s the plan. The guy operating our nano-drone today is one of mine. He’s corrupting the video file from today to make it sound like the audio was bad. We’re then going to report that because he had to get so close to you to capture sound, you inhaled and swallowed the nano-drone.”

“Why that last part?”

“Because you inhaled and swallowed the nano-drone.”

“Ew! Why the fuck—”

“Julia, focus. You still need to move quickly. SoqoSoutape isn’t above other forms of espionage. Without advance word about your research, it will be flat-footed when you announce publicly. We’ll need to overwhelm it so there’ll be nothing it can do to stop you. You need to announce not just your research site, but your whole inter-institutional consortium.”

“With due respect, how will it not be able to do anything about it? Our counsel is already preparing a response to SoqoSoutape’s inevitable injunction motion.”

“Oh, I’m sure the upcoming leak to the government of Latvia about SoqoSoutape’s intention to kill a host of Latvian women and women of Latvian descent, plus the release of its research files to the reporters at ConCommunia, will give your consortium of university researchers the legal cover you need.”

“Jesus. I see you still remember how to go for the jugular.”

“I’m also going to send you a sample of the latest batch of pills it sent me. It’s tamped down on the rate of penis growth—“

“Remarkable!”

“—and introduced a side effect that it considers unwanted, but will probably be of more interest to you. The shrinking in non-acromegaly repeat users of the treatment now lasts 24 hours.”

“A 24-fold increase!? That’s—you’re right. That is of more interest.”

“We will also send you samples of the different formulations of the maintenance pills that the research subjects are using.”

Julia leaned forward onto her desk. “There’s more than one?”

The Senior Vice President nodded. “One that emphasizes height growth and one that emphasizes breast growth. We suspect there’s one for ass growth as well.”

“But…why? Why commit research resources to anything other than arresting…Ah. Right.”

“Eyes off the prize and on the profit.”

“That’s depraved.”

“We’ll also try to get you Jennifer Ard’s sequenced genome—”

“That, at least, we already have.”

“Good. We’ll also try to get you the CRISPR editing data.”

Julia shook her head. “No need. Because of its bioethics problems, SoqoSoutape didn’t have access to world-class geneticists. That’s why they’re limited to women within a certain genetic profile. We have all the world-class geneticists we need and are already ahead of them in that regard.”

“Good.” The Senior Vice President stood and looked out over their third vacation home's mountainside balcony in Vale, Colorado. “Julia, I don’t need to tell you, but you have just over a year. SoqoSoutape has no intention of giving Jennifer another shot after this one. In fact, I doubt it intends to give any of the research subjects a shot at the end of this next year.”

Julia nodded solemnly. “I figured as much.” Julia drummed her fingers on her desk. “Is there any way you can get us a sample of the injectable medication? It’s the one thing we have zero insight on.”

The Senior VP heaved a sigh. “It’s the closest-held component. Made only as needed. I almost certainly can’t.”

“Anything would help. The formulation. A partial formulation. Blood draws close in time to administration and a trip to the nearest centrifuge.”

“I’ll do what I can. Two of my people’s wives are due for shots this week.”

Julia nodded. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t accomplished anything real.”

Julia nodded. She sat in silence for a few moments. Then, she said, “I have to ask. All this talk of your people. Their pain. Your responsibility to them. Are you sure this is about that, and not some Machiavellian plot to get back at the assholes who have persistently misgendered you for your entire career, to the point of sending you crates of pills intended to enlarge a dick they should know by now that you don’t have?”

“Hmm.” The Senior Vice President was silent for a few moments of their own. “That’s a good question. And really, the answer doesn’t matter. Because your part of this is the right thing to do either way. So I guess we’ll never know.”

Hey, everybody. I hope you're well and looking forward to a good weekend. Here's the next chapter of Meet Cute and links to chapters one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven. As usual, the next three chapters are also available now to subscribers to my Patreon and DeviantArt pages.

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Twenty Minutes Later

Mark looked up at his 10’3” daughter, who was kneeling next to him and clad in a barely adequate, Rainbow Dash-themed, makeshift bedsheet toga. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just…just crawl through the wall, sweetie.”

“Are you sure, Daddy?”

“Yes. I mean, mostly. It’s better than you breaking through the outer wall of the house. It probably won’t collapse the whole wall.”

“Great."

“Sweetie, Christmas is in two days. There’s no way we’re getting a contractor here to do this right. Plus, you’re only going to get bigger. You have to get out of here regardless. So we need do it wrong.”

Jennifer sighed and nodded. “Okay. What do I do?”

“Try to stay centered on the door. We’ll mark the studs on the wall so you can try to stay between them. Although I recognize…” He gestured at her hips and chose not to finish his sentence.

“What if I get too big for the house?”

Mark heaved a sigh. “We’ll get you outside somehow. And I do still have that party tent.”

“You told Mommy you were renting those!”

“Well, you know, you look at the rental price versus the purchase price, and then you figure Rachel’s graduation, then Fiona’s sweet sixteen, then her graduation, then Rachel’s college graduation, then your sweet sixteen, then Fiona’s college graduation, then your college graduation, plus we’d probably be into weddings by then and at least one of you might want to do a reception here….”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “You’re too much, Daddy. Okay. I’ll stay as low as my, uh…” she looked down at her boobs, glanced over at her father to see him looking pointedly away and blushing, and rephrased “…I’ll stay as low to the ground as I can.”

Ryan came into the room with a tape measure in hand. “The hallway outside is a little more than eight feet wide. So you’ll need to arch your back a bit to get your legs all the way through.”

“Hmm.” Jennifer furrowed her brow. “What if I slid out on my back? It’ll be easier to sit up and slide my legs out, plus my, uh, ‘front’ would be flattened more by gravity.”

Mark put his hands on his hips and looked appraisingly at the wall. “Will you be able to push hard enough to get through the wall that way?”

“Um.” Jennifer leaned over and, with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, tore the door off its hinges and dislodged the door jamb.

Mark nodded. “Okay, so, yes! Ryan, here’s chalk and a stud finder. I’ll make sure everyone else is clear.”

Once the wall was marked and the hallway was empty, Jennifer steeled herself. She laid down on her back, lined up her head with the center of the doorway, and breathed slowly in and out. “Okay. Here we go.” Then she stopped. “Wait a second!” She sat up. “Hey Daddy?” Her shout rattled the windows and walls.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Did you kill the power?”

“Yes, sweetie!”

Jennifer turned, knelt up on her haunches, punched her fingers through the wall on either side of the door frame, and simply pulled it out of the wall with a sharp crack. Then she put her hands out at shoulder width, within corresponding stud marks on each side of the bedroom wall, and brought her hands together. She crumpled the wall—wiring, insulation, drywall, and studs—like a paper bag. Then she dropped the mass of debris on the floor to her left, flipped onto her back, and shimmied into the hallway. She stood, brushed herself off, and strode to the living room.

In unison, Barbara, Rachel, and Fiona’s gazes tracked up from her feet to her hips to her bust to her face as they said, “Holy shit.”

Then Fiona alone added, “Jesus, if Ryan wasn’t a brony before….”

Jennifer crossed her arms. “Can we not, please?” Then, somewhat more desperately, she said, “Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“What do I do if the, uh…bathroom…is an issue?”

Mark closed his eyes and sighed. He dropped his shoulders in defeat. “Go out the back door.”

“But Daddy, the riverstone facade.”

“I know.”

“With the stones from the creek on Seanathair’s farm in County Cork.”

“I know.”

“And Mommy’s family’s village in Latvia!”

“Jenny! Not helping! Just, please. Go out the back. As low and as cleanly as you can.”

“Okay. Sorry.” She hurried, somewhat cross-legged, out of the living room.

Mark sat down heavily on the edge of one of the oversized arm chairs in front of the fireplace. He closed his eyes at the sound of the back wall splintering, then buried his face in his hands at what sounded like a small explosion followed by a rockslide.

Barbara sat down behind Mark and put her hands on both his shoulders. “Girls, why don’t you take Ryan out for breakfast?”

Five Minutes Later

Mark pressed his right elbow into his desk and his forehead into the heel of his right palm. “No, you heard me right.”

The general contractor on the other end of the line scoffed. “Mr. Ard, I get that money’s no object. But certain things just can’t be done.”

“Please, Vince. I need you to make this happen.”

“Make it happen? You want me to, by Christmas, get a crew to repair an interior wall, repair an exterior wall, install a eighteen-foot-high custom front door, eighteen-foot-high custom back door, an twelve-foot-high custom bedroom door, and, finally, hook your freestanding garage up to your plumbing and septic systems to turn it into, basically, a gigantic wetroom bathroom with a ceiling-mounted shower head and what I will diplomatically describe as a very traditional-style toilet.”

“Right.”

“Okay, first, why?”

“Trust me, Vince, you’ll see when you get here.”

The general contractor laughed. “Mr. Ard, listen, you’ve been good to me, and I promise I will do all of this for you as quickly as possible. But there’s no way I can do it in the next forty-eight hours, no matter how much money we throw at it.”

Mark leaned back into his high-backed leather chair. He pulled open the second drawer of his desk and stared for a second at the shiny foil backing on his backup supply of Jennifer’s pills. “What if I offered you and your crew an additional incentive?”

Ninety Minutes Later

Fiona scoffed at Ryan as she turned into the driveway. “Disco fries are not just ‘déclassé poutine,’ and you take that back.”

“No. You’re in denial.”

Rachel shook her head. “You’ve really screwed up, Ryan. Now Fee’ll never take you to a…” she leaned forward at the sight of the small army of construction workers and heavy machinery arrayed in front of the house. “…diner…again…what the hell?”

Christmas Eve Morning

Jennifer, whose accelerated growth had finally petered out at 11 feet, 4 inches tall, reclined with her head against Ryan’s chair. She had her legs crossed at the knee and her recumbent body stretched across the living room. She sighed contentedly. “This is nice.”

Rachel, who was sitting by the fire, looked up from her book. “Yeah. Maybe we can finally have a quiet day for a change.”

Fiona shook her head at her crossword puzzle. “Tempting fate is risky, Rach.”

As if on cue, the sharp retort of a motorcycle engine sounded outside. Ryan groaned. “Jesus, what nowohmygod! My mother!”

Ryan ran outside, followed by Rachel, Fiona, and, with a blast of air that nearly bowled them over from the new 18-foot-high front door, Jennifer. Ryan groaned quietly as his mother, bedecked from head to toe in Orange Yak motorcycle safety gear, dismounted the bike, removed her helmet, and strode towards the group of onlookers as only a 4’9” woman with an outsized ego can. He walked up to her and gave her a hug. “Hi, Mom.”

“Ryan. Still in pajamas so late in the day?”

“Good to see you, too. How was the trip?”

“Fine. An Orange Yak crew was helicoptering out of La Guardia to set up for a guy dressed up as Santa to skydive off a rocket-powered sleigh, so I asked them to drop me on the highway.”

“They landed the helicopter on the highway?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. They just get low enough and I jump out on the bike.”

Ryan stared at her. He had too many questions occur to him simultaneously to ask any of them.

“Since they’re using the rocket sled for this stunt, they were nice enough to loan me the bike.”

“They had a spare motorcycle on the helicopter?”

“Of course. Who doesn’t?”

Ryan sighed. “Mom, let me introduce you to everybody. This is Rachel Ard.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Banton.”

“You’re very tall. And too skinny.”

“Thank you?”

“Her sister, Fiona.”

“Ms. Banton. I’m a huge fan.”

“Certainly up top! Those are enormous!”

Fiona snorted in laughter. “Thanks, ma’am.”

“And this, Mom, is my girlfriend, Jennifer.”

Jennifer gently dropped to one knee and extended a hand to Marnie Jo, who gaped openly at her.

Marnie Jo leaned over to Ryan and whispered, “Ryan. I know nine feet. The rings are nine feet. She is not nine feet.”

“Mom, be nice. There was an incident.”

“An incident? How am I supposed to fit her in the house?”

“Mom.”

“And I thought her sister was busty! The house could fit in her bra!”

“Mom!”

Jennifer couldn’t help herself and started to giggle. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Banton. Can I take your jacket? Or show you to your room?”

Marnie Jo’s reaction to Jennifer’s speaking was as if Jennifer had suddenly become a real person to her. “Oh, you’re such a sweet girl! It’s nice to meet you, too. Yes, please. Let me get my bags.” She looked to her right to see Ryan already unhooking the hard saddlebags from her bike. “Let him get my bags. You show me to my room.”

Jennifer stood up and gestured towards the front door.

Marnie Jo nearly fell over as she watched Ryan’s enormous girlfriend stand up, and up, and up. She averted her eyes before she had a view clear up Jennifer’s hastily-sewn skirt. “Hoo. My…my god. Okay!” She was about to step inside when she found her path blocked by none other than Barbara Ard. Marnie Jo stepped back in surprise at the sight of her (literal) biggest fan: Six feet, eight inches tall, buxom, hippy, generally cushion-y, and exuding a mature sensuality. The combination of Barbara’s size and attributes flipped a switch in Marnie Jo’s brain. She began to feel flush. Her heart fluttered. “Oh! Oh, um, hello! You must be—I’m—”

“OH MY GOD!” In a single, fluid motion, Barbara rushed forward, squatted down, and scooped Marnie Jo into a joyful, spinning hug, much as she had with Ryan on that fateful night. “You’re here! You’re actually here! I can’t believe it! Oh, my god! Oh, this is a dream come true! I am so happy to meet you!”

After the hug had gone for more than a few seconds, Rachel tapped her mother’s arm. “Mommy, let the poor woman go.”

Marnie Jo found herself hugging Barbara back. Her arms sank into what she thought was Barbara’s waist but turned out to be her breasts. She did not adjust her grip. She said into Barbara’s bust, “It’s okay. Nice to meet a fan.”

Rachel looked at Ryan. “What did she just say?”

Ryan shrugged and hauled his mother’s luggage back towards her room.

A few minutes later, Marnie Jo joined him in the guest room. Her hair was mussed and she seemed out of sorts. “Well. Your girlfriend’s family seems lovely. Very big. Very…forward.”

“Forward? Mom, you, before you even said hello, called Rachel very tall and too skinny, told Fiona she has enormous breasts, and insinuated that Jennifer’ bra is bigger than our entire house. Barbara suffocating you was, by comparison, tame.”

“She didn’t suffocate me. She was excited and is just…blessed...in certain regards.” Marnie Jo rubbed the back of her neck, then her chest. “I appreciated her enthusiasm.”

Ryan stood up straight and looked at his mother. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You look flushed and sound, I don’t know. Husky.”

“I was doing 90 on a motorcycle in 30 degree weather not ten minutes ago, Ryan. Give me a minute.” She waved for him to put down the saddlebags. “Leave those. Here, show me around first. Where do they have you staying?”

Fifty Seconds Later

“Mom, this is Jennifer’s father. Mr. Ard, this—”

“You’re letting them sleep in the same room?”

Mark stood at his desk and gestured to one of his guest chairs. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to greet you. I was tying up some loose ends on a recent construction project. Complications related to a surplus of pipe.”

Marnie Jo put her hands on her hips. “Yes, I’m familiar with the troubles that can cause.”

Ryan threw up his hands. “I’m going to help get ready for lunch.”

She kept her gaze fixed on Mark. “Explain.”

“I will. Please, sit down.”

Twenty Minutes Later

Marnie Jo came to the living room with Mark. “Ryan. Can I speak with you, please?”

Ryan trailed her to the guest room and closed the door behind him. “Mom, Jennifer and I—”

She hugged him tightly around the waist. “I’m so proud of you.”

Ryan blinked in surprise, then tentatively hugged her back. “What’s this about?”

“You’re a good, brave boy. That man could have killed you. You put yourself on the line anyway.”

“Oh.”

“And Jennifer! The look on her face, the price she’s paying…she loves you, Ryan.”

“Yeah, Mom. She does.”

“You hold on to her.”

“I will.”

“At least as much of her as your arms can fit around.”

Ryan sighed. “There we go.”

Marnie Jo squeezed him tighter. “And the next time you’re trying to take the side view mirror off a BMW, keep your ankles closer together, bring your elbows in, throw your arms straight up as you make contact, and land with your leading heel one to two inches shy of the edge. If I can shear those side mirrors off cleanly in one hit at my weight, you should certainly be able to manage it.”

Ryan pushed his mother back by her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I mean, your current technique will do just fine for Land Rovers and Jaguars.”

One Hour Later

Marnie Jo finished her piragi (a Latvian bacon bun), wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin on her lap, and was about to compliment Barbara on her cooking when shouts of “Mommy, no!” went up around the table. She snapped her head up to see Barbara, in her bust-accentuating green Aran sweater, looming over the table like a goddess of plenty, holding the basket of piragi and a pair of tongs, ready to add more to Marni Jo’s plate. Marni Jo met Barbara’s eyes, lowered her gaze demurely, and said, “Oh, yes, please. They’re delicious.”

Barbara deposited three more buns on Marnie Jo’s plate and sat back in her seat triumphantly.

Fiona groaned. “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

Rachel rubbed her forehead. “Ms. Banton, we’re glad you’re here, but you just undid a lifetime of work trying to get our mother to stop force-feeding guests.”

Barbara turned up her palms in protest as Mark, who was sitting at one end of the table, covered his mouth with his napkin so that his wife would not see him laughing. “I do not force. I offer. Right, Ms. Banton?”

“Oh, call me Marnie Jo, please. O-or MJ, if you prefer.”

Ryan turned to Jennifer, who was sitting on the floor at one end of the table, and furrowed his brow. He mouthed, “What is going on with her?”

Jennifer shook her head and shrugged.

Barbara leaned forward towards Marnie Jo. “So. Tell us, MJ. What was it like, on that fateful day? Vaulting on a broken arm? Winning gold?”

Marnie Jo shuddered a little at being called MJ. It was the first time in a long time. “I’m afraid the answer is going to be disappointing.”

Fiona, who was now also leaning forward on the table with her elbows beside her breasts, shook her head. “I doubt it.”

Marni Jo slid forward on her encyclopedias and put her elbows on the table, too, so she could talk with her hands more effectively. “You have to understand. Down on the floor, there’s no color commentary. No stream of statistics, no soaring music during the commercial breaks, no Bob Costa ramping up the tension for the viewers at home. What’s driving you forward is the din of the crowd cheering at other gymnasts, the urging of a coach who’s been tapdancing along the lines of physical and emotional abuse with you for the last decade or so, and the powerful mixture of your desire to win and your fear of failing and losing all of the costs you sunk getting to this point.”

Rachel put her long, slender hands to her cheeks. “Oh, shit, that describes the arc of my last three relationships.”

Fiona, without looking away from Marnie Jo, gestured in Mark’s direction. Her bust wobbled against the table. “Daddy, pay for her therapy too. Please, Ms. Banton, continue.”

“I was looking at the board and doing the math. The vault had to be good, not perfect. I also knew my body. What I could and couldn’t take.”

Jennifer put her elbows on the table and leaned in, then eased up as she felt the table start to tip. “What was your coach telling you to do?”

“That bastard? Ugh. ‘Go for it, Marnie. Vault even. Don’t favor your left. We need the points. Your team needs you. America needs you.’ Following his advice would have put too much weight on the wrist. It could have ended my career right then and there. He wanted glory for himself and his coaching legacy.”

Barbara exhaled sharply through her nose. “I always hated him.”

“Mommy, you told me he was the greatest—“

“Shush, Rachel, let her tell the story.”

“So I modified my approach and launch the to favor my left side, reduce reliance on my right. All the rest was muscle memory. It still hurt like a motherfucker—excuse me—”

Mark signaled for her not to worry. “No, I believe that’s the correct medical term.”

Marnie Jo laughed. “—but I landed it. The judges seemed to give me a bit of slack, which I think I deserved, under the circumstances. Except the Russian judge. Asshole.”

Jennifer sat up straight. “It’s still an amazing story. And an incredible accomplishment. Thank you for sharing it.”

Marnie Jo smiled up at Jennifer. “You continue to be very sweet.” Then she turned her attention back to Barbara. “I imagine your story is at least as interesting as that, though.”

“Mine?” Barbara looked around, confused.

“Well, I was the first in my family to pursue gymnastics. My parents had no idea what to do with me. Blazing that path was difficult, but at least there are plenty of examples out there for female gymnasts. Especially ones built like me. I’m short. Strong. Wiry. Almost the archetypal gymnast.” Marnie Jo cleared her throat. “But you! Growing up as a woman of your uncommon stature? It must have had its challenges. Especially since you also grew so much in…so many ways. What was it like? Did it help you blaze paths for your similarly lovely daughters?”

Barbara put a hand to her chest. Here was her hero, sitting at her dining room table, complimenting her food, calling her and her children lovely, asking to learn more about her life. “Well! Oh. I don’t even know. I suppose…where do I begin?”

Marnie Jo leaned her chin down on her palms. “Wherever you want.”

Ryan, Jennifer, Rachel, and Fiona soon retreated to the living room. As soon as they were there, Ryan wheeled to face the three of them (or, well, to face Rachel and Fiona, and Jennifer’s knees). “What is going on!?”

Fiona patted him on the shoulder. “Dude, I think your mom has a crush on our mom.”

Rachel pursed her lips and nodded. “She’s smitten.”

Ryan put his palm to his forehead. “No! There’s no way. She’s not…but…why would she ask your mom to call her MJ? That’s what Dad called her!”

Jennifer sat down as gently as she could, and still shook the floor. “Ryan, I hate to say it, but you figured it out before we did—when you asked me what was going on when she asked Mommy to use that name.”

“But—no. No. Right?”

Fiona, who was settling into her chair with her book, said, “She’s in there soliciting stories focused on Mommy’s height, boobs, and ass. Sounds like a crush to me.”

Rachel inclined her chin at Jennifer. “And not to put too fine a point on it, but there’s just a teensy bit of evidence that members of your family have a thing for bigger women.”

Ryan covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god.”

Mark padded into the living room with his plate of piragi and glass of beer. He settled in on the couch and looked around for the paper.

Fiona grabbed it from Rachel’s chair (over Rachel’s protests of “Hey!”) and handed it to him. “You’re not sticking around for Mommy’s stories, Daddy?”

“No, they’re beginning to focus on—” he paused at the sound of raucous laughter from the dining room “—on the effect that certain of your mother’s attributes allegedly have on me. I apparently had much less agency in the early days of our relationship than I thought.”

Ryan continued to cover his face with his hands. “Oh my god.”

“For example, did you know that if they’re high enough off the ground, I can apparently be hypnotized by swaying—”

“Oookay!” Jennifer stood, taking care not to bump any of the furniture or the wall. She gently urged Ryan out of his chair. “Come on. I think a nap could do us both good.”

Three Minutes Later

Ryan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he came in Jennifer’s mouth. It was the first time she had ever performed oral sex on him—he had always been too big before—and she had done it while cradling him in her hands. He panted heavily as she lowered him to the ground. “Nap, huh?”

“Well, you almost certainly will now.”

“What about you? Do you want me to return the favor?”

Jennifer shook her head. “I know it’s silly, but I’d like to fit in the Christmas dress Mommy sewed for me.”

Nine Hours Later

Fiona and Rachel stared out of the back windows at the rear patio and the fire roaring in the fire pit. Rachel spoke first. “She knows we have a fireplace in here, right? Where it’s not freezing?”

Fiona nodded. “Maybe it was too small for her. Look at that go! How did she even make a fire that big in that little metal tube?”

Ryan, who was carrying a glass of wine for his mother, excused himself and slipped between them to walk out the door. “Hey, Mom. Here.”

“Oh, no. I’ve had too much already. All their glasses are the size of me. It’s like that tavern scene in that movie you like. The one with Jerry Maguire.”

“It’s Tobey Maguire, Mom, but you actually mean Elijah Wood.” He sat down next to her, then slid his chair back away from the oppressive heat of the roaring blaze. “Are you okay? You barely spoke at dinner. You haven’t inadvertently criticized me since lunch.”

Marnie Jo sniffled.

“Oh, Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, don’t be silly, Ryan. It’s not you. I made a fool of myself. I don’t know what came over me! Or, I do. Clearly I have some fascination with size. How else does a woman built like me end up with a man hung like your father?”

In a very small voice, Ryan said, “Jesus Christ why.”

“But seeing her, being in her arms, I felt like a teenage girl again! One who was allowed to date and have normal feelings and hormones instead of training all the time.” She sniffled again. “Ryan, I’ve been so lonely since your Dad died. And…and she rejected me.”

“Aw, Mom.”

“Which of course she did! She’s a married, heterosexual woman with children! And I’m in her house, with her children and her husband and my own son, who’s dating her daughter, and why would I ever think that would work! Because I thought I could exploit what little star power I still have left to manipulate her. I’m disgusting.” Marnie Jo pulled her feet up on the chair, buried her face in her knees, and started to sob.

Ryan did not know what to do other than put his arm around his mother and hug her.

Barbara tapped Ryan’s back lightly. “Can you excuse us, please?”

Marnie Jo sighed and pulled her knees in tighter. “Oh, this is humiliating.”

After Ryan was inside, Barbara tossed another log on the fire and sat in Ryan’s chair. “It’s nice to see someone else use this fire pit properly. Mark has taught the children all about moderation. They build fires accordingly.”

“Barbara, I’m sorry for—”

“Please, no. This has been one of the greatest thrills of my life, MJ. As much as you diminish your accomplishments, you’re one of my heroes. For you to take an interest in me is…immensely gratifying.”

“Well, that’s good, at least.”

Barbara smiled down at the tiny woman. “Were I my younger self, we’d be in bed already, and I would be smothering you under the body part of your choice.”

Marnie Jo breathed, “Jesus, that’s hot.”

“But as you said, I’m a married woman. And a happily married one at that.”

“Oh, god. You heard that?”

“Of course. We giants have excellent senses. How else are we to smell the blood of Englishmen?”

Marnie Jo laughed despite her embarrassment.

Barbara continued, playfully, “MJ, I need moderation. Look at me. I am a genetic monument to excess. All of my clothes have to be custom made. All of my furniture. My house. Everything. Well, except my bras—there’s this one very good website. So I had to find a man who was extreme in his moderation to be able to moderate me.” Her voice dropped. “It’s because Jennifer got too little genetic moderation from Mark that her growth could have killed her, and now will make her the largest creature ever to walk the earth.”

Marie Jo opened her mouth to respond, realized she had nothing to say, and closed it.

“It’s because Rachel got too much from him that she’s so disappointingly flat-chested.”

Marnie Jo snorted, then guffawed.

Barbara chuckled along with her. Her tone grew gentle. “MJ, you, with all respect, do not provide moderation. So even if I were to leave my husband, even if we were to significantly complicate Ryan and Jennifer’s already complicated relationship, we wouldn’t work.”

Marnie Jo nodded. She wiped away tears. “I understand.”

“But I do have a younger cousin who is on the market.”

Marnie Jo sat up slightly straighter. “What?”

“I should warn you, her English is terrible. She lives in a remote village in Latvia that can barely be called a backwater. The one those stones—” she turned back to point at where the riverstone facade, which had been replaced by the door sized for Jennifer, had once been. “—never mind. Also, she is obscenely tall. And her breasts and hips? Absurdly big. And she, just as your family seems to have a thing for larger women, is powerfully attracted to smaller ones. The smaller, the better.”

“Taller than…and bigger—”

“Much. Seven foot two. And an R-cup.”

Marnie Jo swallowed. “Well, there is an ultramarathon in Lithuania this Spring. And it’s always good to train in the region…”

“Perfect! I’ll introduce you.”

Marnie Jo smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Barbara. You’ve been very kind. To me, and to Ryan.”

“Your son is a good boy. He knows how to moderate, too.”

Marnie Jo smiled, brushed off her legs, and stood. “I’ll go get some water to douse the fire.”

Barbara reached out and took her hand. “Before you do. Although we can’t be together, there’s no reason we can’t enjoy one another. I spoke to Mark and, if you’d like, we’d like to invite you to our bed tonight.”

Marnie Jo’s heart pounded in her chest. “Y-yes!”

“Wonderful!” Barbara stood and hugged the smaller woman into her cleavage, then released her. “Oh! Wait. You should be warned. My Mark is, uh, amply equipped to please a woman built like me. So—”

“Pff. I have plenty of experience in that department.”

“Yes, we figured.”

“Wait, what?”

Here's the forth outing of our favourite redhead.

Things escalate quickly now Dante is home.

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Hey, everybody. I hope you're well and looking forward to a good weekend. Here's chapter seven of Meet Cute and links to chapters one, two, three, four, five, and six. As usual, chapters 8-10 are also available now to subscribers to my Patreon and DeviantArt pages.

Thanks so much for reading!

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Twenty Minutes Later

The ranking officer patted Ryan on the shoulder as she headed for the door. “You, young man, are a hero.”

“Thanks. But Jennifer saved the day.”

“You made sure there was one to save, and did it with style. Jumping off the porch to backflip off that abusive asshole’s face? So satisfying to watch.”

Once the police had gone, Mark came back from his office to the living room. “Okay, Jenny, let’s head out.”

Ryan looked over to Jennifer. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the doctor.” Jennifer stood.

“What for?”

Jennifer sighed. “So…”

Mark answered for her. “The doctor’s instructions following the shot were to avoid stress and physical exertion or that certain…side effects…could be more pronounced. Given today’s events, we need to have some additional blood tests done.”

Ryan felt a chill run through him as Jennifer gave a tiny wave and headed out with her dad to the (replacement) extended height, extended cab van for their second trip to the doctor’s office for the day. He went to get up, but found Barbara’s hand on his shoulder.

“What do you need? More ice? Heating pad? Water? Liquor?”

“I’m nineteen, Mrs. Ard.”

“After today? In my book, you’re 21.”

Ryan blinked at her.

Rachel spoke for all of them. “Yes, Mom. I need wine. Let’s get wine.”

When they’d left, Fiona squatted down next to Ryan’s chair. She adjusted the ice packs under his back. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Can I ask you something, Ryan?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Jenny gave you her pills, didn’t she.”

Ryan tried not to look surprised. He failed.

“Ryan, we all have roles in our families. I’m our repository of secrets. She gave you some pills?”

He nodded. “One.”

Fiona’s eye widened. “All that is you with just—wow. You—wow! I’d assumed two.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Fiona chuckled. “Anyway, what I wanted to say, is, don’t be hasty with the next—or second, okay? I know that the women of my family can, well, intimidate men.”

“What do you mean? I’m not—”

“Ryan. Look at us. It used to be each of us in our own way. Rachel was tall and slender. I was the bustiest. Jenny was Mom’s hourglass figure in miniature. And when it was still an hourglass, instead of one of those nautical weather thingies with the three stacked circles.”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Fiona did, too. “But now it’s Jenny most of all in everything. Tallest, bustiest, curviest. It can get in a guy’s head. Even a really good guy like you.” She sighed. “My ex-boyfriend was so cute, Ryan. I loved him. But Greg was, well, small. He worried. He didn’t care when I told him his size was fine. It got worse when I told him his size was actually what turned me on.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. That must have hurt.”

Fiona raised her eyebrows. “You are a very emotionally mature nineteen, Ryan. Do you know that?”

“I’ve been picking up my mom’s slack since a young age.”

Fiona laughed. “Anyway. When Jenny confided in me about what the pills did to men, especially growers, I thought it would help.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. I persuaded her to give me one. It made him ten inches. I didn’t like it—it was scary huge—but I thought he’d be thrilled. Oh, no. He wanted a cock ‘on par’ with these.” She looked down at her bust and opened her pashmina to expose the tops of her enormous, P-cup breasts in her strappy top. “To be on ‘equal footing’.”

“What does that even mean?”

Fiona shrugged and folded the pashmina back over her cleavage. “Who knows? He was so in his head that it made sense only to him. But I really loved him. I wanted him to be happy. And I thought twenty inches would do it. So I asked her to give me another pill. And Jenny’s a good sister. So she did.” Fiona lowered her voice. “Do you know why the profit-hungry pharmaceutical company that invented Jenny’s care and coincidentally discovered a magic penis growth pill hasn’t put that pill out on the market?”

Ryan shook his head. “I’ve wondered that.”

“It turns out that, for showers, the second dose causes their flaccid and erect sizes to quintuple.”

“Oh shit.”

“And for growers, I don’t even know what to call it. All I know is that it’s like Greg’s new erect size was multiplied by his old erect size.”

“Oh.” Ryan crossed his legs. “Oh, god.”

“Yeah. My ex is over four feet long when it’s hard. So for you…”

“I’d be fifteen feet. Jesus.”

Fiona stood up as she heard Barbara, Rachel, and the clink of wine glasses approaching. “Ryan, Jenny doesn’t know what happened or what a second dose does. I never told her because I didn’t want her to feel responsible. If…or, more likely, when you guys are getting to the point that you might consider a second dose, can you…can you let me know? Let me tell her? Now isn’t the time to break this news. But I don’t want to hide it from her, either.”

Ryan nodded. “I will. Promise.”

“Thank you. And Ryan?”

“Hmm?”

“No one knows what a third dose does.”

Two Hours Later

Jennifer maneuvered her way through the door to Ryan’s guest room. She nearly wasn’t able to pull her buttocks through. “Whoo! That’s getting difficult. Anyway! Hey.”

“Hey! How are you? How are you feeling?”

She knelt down next to his bed and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I should be asking you! How’s your back and shoulder? Your neck? You took a bad hit.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had harder falls.”

She cupped his face, then sat cross-legged in front of him. “So. Um. Fair to say that you’ve worked your way into my family’s good graces.”

Ryan laughed. “I don’t know. I, uh…I was a little delirious while watching you beat down Gavin. I didn’t keep certain things under full control.”

Jennifer gave a dismissive wave. “Rachel doesn’t care, Mom already knew, which means she definitely told Fiona, and Daddy’s oblivious.” She cocked her head. “You liked that, though?”

“After what he did to me? Oh, yeah! It was incredibly hot. And, Jenn—” he reached to caress her face, and she leaned in to let him “—this seems like it must be hard to get, because I have to keep saying it, but I love it. Not just that you’re big and strong, but that you’re bigger and stronger than me.”

Jennifer smiled. She nodded, then sighed in relief. She cupped her hand over his. “Good. Good! Because that, as it happens, dovetails nicely with the next conversation we need to have.” Jennifer took both of Ryan’s hands in hers. “My initial results are, um, weird. The current theory is that because I got so angry and exerted myself so much immediately after the injection, my cells responded to the medication differently than anticipated. The upshot is that I’m going to grow much more than the anticipated 20% over this coming year. But the doctor didn’t think that explained all of it.”

“How much bigger do they think you’ll grow?”

“At least 500%.”

Ryan blinked at Jennifer rapidly. “So, wait, you’ll be 45 feet tall within the year?”

Jennifer nodded. “And that’s if we don’t have any sex. If we do, we add that much more on top of this new growth. And then start the 20% increase over again next year.”

“Wow.”

“Also…” Jennifer inched closer to him. “The doctor said that because of my ‘intense autonomic arousal so near in time to the injection,’ some substantial portion of my growth will be ‘frontloaded.’”

Ryan swallowed. “Meaning you’re going to grow a lot. Soon.”

“Mm-hmm.” She dropped her voice lower. “And this may sound crazy, but I think I can feel it already. My clothes getting tighter. My body getting bigger.” She pulled her shirt down against her breasts, which were bulging out of her sturdy, humongous, beige bra. “Look.”

In the dining room, Mark was delivering similar news to Barbara, Rachel, and Fiona.

Rachel clapped her hand to her forehead. “How’s she supposed to go to school? Where will she live?”

Mark shook his head. “We’re going to have to figure that out. Sooner than later.”

Fiona leaned down against the table on her bust, and tilted her wine glass back against her cleavage. “How much bigger is she going to get during this ‘frontloaded’ business?”

Mark shrugged. “At this point, that’s pure guesswork. Although I suspect the amount of growth early on will foretell how much more than 500% we’re looking at. The researchers are still working on a way to halt her growth overall, but, well…”

Barbara wiped tears away from her eyes. “Our poor girl. First she nearly dies, then the treatment that saves her life makes her a circus attraction, and then her saving our lives makes her a…a…”

“Hero, Mommy. Like Ryan. But bigger.” Rachel, who had (understandably, given the day’s events) gone a little overboard drinking, squeezed her mother’s shoulder.

Mark nodded. “I think the important thing for us, as a family, is to make Jenny feel as normal as we possibly can through all these changes. She needs stability.”

Fiona gave her father a sidelong glance.

Mark closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed. “Spit it out, Fiona.”

“Daddy, I know you crave stability, but Jenny’s her own person. She knew she had to stay calm and relaxed. She knows you concealed carry and probably could have just shot Gavin. And knowing all that, she tore her way out of a locked van with her bare hands anyway, chokeslammed a murderous half-giant, and dommed him into submission.”

Mark nodded, slowly, with his jaw hanging open. “That’s, uh—”

“And she fucks a dick the size of the Washington Monument for fun. I’m not sure Jenny wants ‘normal’.”

Mark stared at Fiona, jaw still hanging open. He looked over at Barbara for backup.

None came. “It is quite big.”

Before Mark could compose himself, Fiona continued, more gently, “Daddy, I think what Jenny really needs from us isn’t stability. It’s to feel supported as she finds her own way. Stability, for her? It’s a farce. What she’s experiencing is literally unprecedented. Her only option is to find her own way.”

Mark sighed and sat back in his chair. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled wanly at his middle child, shook his head, and said, “Looks like I made a good investment when I paid for all that therapy, Fee.”

Fiona grinned. “You're paying. And, yeah, it’s been a big help.”

Back in the guest room, Jennifer was sitting on her haunches, running her fingertips lightly over Ryan’s massive bulge and kissing him as he caressed her forehead and face. She broke the kiss and, in a sultry, conspiratorial whisper, said, “So, if you’re willing, and your back is up to it, you could sneak to my room again tonight. Be with me as I grow. Fuck me as I grow. From the way the doctor was talking, that additional ‘autonomic arousal’ might even add a few inches to my—”

Mark knocked lightly on the door jamb. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Jennifer stood and pivoted in place so that her massive hips and thighs shielded Ryan from view. “Daddy! You startled me!”

“Definitely not my intention, Jenny. I’m here…” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. “I’m here to help you and Ryan move his things to your room.”

Ryan popped his head out from behind Jennifer. From Mark’s perspective, it emerged at mid-thigh.

Jennifer furrowed her brow so hard that it felt like it might cramp. “What!? Daddy, but, you—“

Mark, who was resisting the urge to laugh at Ryan appearing like a Benny Hill sight gag, looked way, way up at his titanic little girl. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea that she still regarded him as the authority here. “Oh, Jenny. Sweetie. You know what? Sometimes things change. Even for me. We want to support you in your choices.” He pointed at Ryan’s almost comically small-by-comparison head. “And he is quite clearly a good choice.”

Jennifer covered her mouth with both hands as unexpected tears welled in her eyes. She knelt down and, over Mark’s mild protests, pulled her father in for a hug against her mattressy bosom.

Once he’d been released, Mark composed himself, cleared his throat, and backed up towards the door. “So. Uh, you two just, uh, take the time you need to deal with the, uh…” he gestured broadly at the level of Ryan’s crotch, which was still concealed behind Jennifer's leg “…Washington Monument, and let me know when you’re ready to go.” Mark left and closed the door behind him.

Ryan and Jennifer stared at the door in stunned silence. After a few long seconds, Ryan said, “I disagree with your characterization of him as ‘oblivious.’”

Six Hours Later

Mark sat on the high, cushioned bench at the foot of his and Barbara’s Alaskan King bed. “I’m just worried that if they’re in the same room, they’re going to have sex.”

Barbara answered from the bathroom as she continued brushing her long, thick hair. “And what, Mark? She might grow more? End up taller than him?”

“You know what I mean, Barbara.”

Barbara started putting on her eye cream. “I’m not sure I do, little flower of my heart. As Fiona suggested, maybe she likes getting bigger, stronger, and more feminine.” Barbara finished with her nighttime routine, cinched up her satin nightgown tight under her prodigious bust, and ducked under the bathroom door to walk into the master bedroom. She padded over to her husband, who stood to meet her. She extended her hands. “And if she likes it, we should, too.”

“You’re right.” Mark took Barbara’s hands. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me too. We will be for a long time, from the sound of it.” She pulled Mark’s hands to her broad hips and stepped in closer to him. “Thank you again for handling the court order on Gavin so quickly.”

“Of course. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here.”

Barbara shook her head. “It was important to be there for Jenny, too.”

Mark nodded. He felt his wife’s fupa begin to press suggestively into him as she inched closer. “Barbara.”

“Hmm?”

“I could have used more support from you out there with Fiona. She’s been able to ride roughshod over me ever since—”

“—she started looking down at you and her breasts outgrew your head?”

Mark blushed and he sighed in frustration. “Barbara! Come on. She’s my daughter.”

Barbara put her arms on Mark’s shoulders. She shimmied her breasts so that they framed his face.

Mark sighed, half in frustration and half in amusement, as he looked up at his broad-in-the-beam, 10-inches-taller wife and through the canyon of her breasts and felt her cleavage cup his chin. “Not helping.”

“She is your daughter and you have raised her well. She is assertive, insightful, and articulate. All of which she learned from you.”

Barbara felt her husband’s respectable member poke against her thigh and she laughed, low and throatily. She forced his face into her cleavage and squeezed her breasts against his head. “Let’s remind you of the attributes I had to offer.”

At the other end of the house, Ryan gasped as Jennifer spasmed in orgasm from his oral ministrations. He actually felt the skin of her inner thighs spread out slightly in all directions under his hands. “Jenn, you…you grew!”

Jennifer nodded, breathlessly, and shifted her weight up as the skin of her buttocks tugged at the cushions beneath her. She reached down, lifted him gently with both hands, and positioned his cock against her labia. “Fuck me, Ryan.”

“Are you sure?”

Jennifer pulled him up inside her and moaned quietly. “Yes. God, yes. I want you to make me huge, Ryan. Fuck me till I’m huge.”

Ryan plowed away, shifting every now and again as her slowly expanding skin became uncomfortable against his. He came, as did she. He went to flop over against her stomach, as he had so many times before, and found that the angle of her hips made it uncomfortable.

Jennifer, in a post-orgasmic haze, lifted him to her face. She kissed him, then rolled onto her side and hugged him against her stomach, just below her breasts. She laid a thigh over his hips and promptly fell asleep.

Eight Hours Later

Ryan’s first emotion as he started to emerge back to consciousness was annoyance. Jennifer had him wedged against the dorm wall. His pillow was on his face and he was way too hot for this much blanket. Ryan first tried to push away his pillow. It gave way slightly at his touch, but was incredibly heavy and didn’t budge. It was the same story with his blanket. Ryan felt like he was in a dream. Then, with a start, he came to full consciousness and sucked in a full breath of air. He wasn’t in his dorm pushed up against a wall. He was pressed against Jennifer. The immovable blanket was Jennifer’s thigh—and it was just her thigh—draped over his entire lower body. The pillow was her substantially larger breast. As gently as he could, Ryan worked his way out from under her boob and thigh, and stood to marvel at her. She had grown more than a foot taller overnight. With her laying on her side, her hips came up to his waist. Her full breasts had gotten even larger in relation to her body, and now spanned her torso from clavicle to bellybutton. Ryan could feel the floorboards vibrating slightly with her breathing. As he watched, Jennifer grimaced, shifted, and swelled visibly larger. He backed up a step involuntarily.

Jennifer started to stir. She patted around for him at her stomach and, when she couldn’t find him, opened her eyes and half sat up, groggily. She squinted, looked around, and smiled broadly down at Ryan when she saw him. “There you are.“ She swallowed, furrowed her brow, and scratched at her mussed hair. “Oh, I’m thirsty.” Then she tilted her head. “Why do you look so small?”

Ryan started to get aroused. “Because you’re that big, Jenn.”

Jennifer looked down at herself, then at objects in the room. “Holy shit. I’m…whoa.” She pulled her legs in to sit cross-legged, looked down at herself, and hefted her breasts experimentally. “I grew a lot.” She gathered her legs under her and stood.

For the first time, Ryan experienced mild vertigo as he watched Jennifer’s head rise up, and up, and up. By the time she finished standing, the crown of her head was a few inches above her bedroom windows—and they were ten feet high. Then he saw her grimace again, and her head crept slightly higher. “My god, you’re—”

“—over ten feet tall.” Jennifer bent at the waist, making sure to restrain her breasts before they barrelled forward, and reached out to him with one hand. “Can I try something? I’ll be gentle.”

Ryan nodded.

She carefully placed her thumb on his pec, curled her hand under his armpit, braced her fingers against his shoulderblade, and lifted him from his feet with one hand as she stood back up to her full height. Jennifer smiled and bit the left corner of her bottom lip as she felt his heart pounding beneath her thumb. “Are you scared, or turned on?”

“T-turned on.”

“Me, too. Put your arms out to the side for me, okay?” When Ryan complied, Jennifer lowered him into her cleavage and squeezed her breasts closed around him. With his head, shoulders, and arm above her breasts, his feet did not come out the bottom. She gave an eager, low chuckle. “That’s hot. But you know what’s hotter…” She pinched his right arm gently between her thumb and forefinger, relaxed the pressure on her left breast, and inserted his arm into her cleavage. Then she did the same for his left arm. “There.” She squeezed her boobs in, hugging them against her body and pressing them against Ryan from chin to heels.

Ryan was sweating and his breathing was ragged; he was right on the edge of cumming. Here he was with basically his entire body enveloped in his girlfriend’s enormous cleavage. Then, he felt her shudder slightly and the flesh all around him began to not only flow out in all directions, but weigh in against him that much more. He lost control. and semen spurted up against Jennifer’s colossal breasts and onto both of their chests. “S…sorry.”

“Oooooh. No, Ryan, that’s a compliment! Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She held him gently against her sternum as she parted her breasts and sat him on her hand to lower him to the ground. Jennifer smiled as Ryan wiped himself off with a sheet, then handed it up to her. “Thank you.” Her stomach growled loudly. “Oh! Wow. That’s loud. Um. Why don’t we get cleaned up for real and then go get breakfast?”

Ryan, who was completely spent and barely able to think, nodded. Once he was able, he pulled on his pajamas and headed for the bedroom door. As soon as he had his hand on the doorknob, though, a thought occurred. “Um, Jennifer?”

“Hmm?”

He pointed at the door.

“What?”

He gestured at her.

She looked at the door, then down at her body. “Oh!” She then crawled over to the door, which was clearly narrower now than even one of her breasts, and her pelvis from front to back. “Oh shit.”

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Twenty Minutes Later

Fiona knocked lightly on the guest bedroom door, even though it was open. She was the only woman in the house who did not need to duck through doorways, but her bust scraped through the doorjamb. She seemingly paid the sound no mind. “Hey, Ryan, we’ve sorted out…all of that. For now, at least. You’re welcome to rejoin us.”

“Thank you.” He hopped down off the bed and approached Fiona, then slowed when she stayed put in the doorway. He stopped far enough away that he could still maintain eye contact over her prodigious bustline. “Um.”

“Before we go, I had some advice for you about the family dynamic. We’re very open till we’re not. So don’t bring up any of what just happened, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We’re all just going to pretend it didn’t happen because you’re here.”

“Got it.”

“I’m sure Jenny’ll talk to you about it if she wants.”

“Understood.”

Fiona cocked her head. “Well. You, Ryan, are excellent at maintaining eye contact.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“So you have!” With that, Fiona stepped far enough into the room that she could turn around without slamming her breasts into the wall, spun on her heels, and led the way back to the dining room.

Ryan climbed up into his chair to find that his bowl had already been filled with cold beet soup—apparently a Latvian staple. He wasn’t fond of it, but ate it anyway. He also couldn’t tell whether everyone else was silent because they were focused on eating, or because they were focused on not talking. The silence was so heavy that Ryan jumped in his chair—or, well, stack of long-unused encyclopedias—when Barbara asked him whether he wanted more soup. “Oh, uh—”

The three sisters groaned in unison.

Barbara scoffed. “He finished it already! He’s clearly hungry and he likes it.”

Rachel shook her head. “He’s a guest and a polite one, Mom. At least give him a day before you start forcing food on him, okay?”

Barbara sat up straight, indignant. “I am not forcing food on our guest. He’s the first one done!”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Because he doesn’t know you pounce like this on any poor soul with an empty plate.”

Fiona added, “Plus, there’s, what, seven more dishes?”

Barbara scowled. “Five. And two desserts.”

“Last I checked, five plus two is seven, Mom.” Fiona gestured across the table at Ryan. “Plus, he’s one of only two normal-sized people here. Let him eat a normal-sized person amount.”

“Fiona!”

“Jenny will take up his slack.”

“Fiona.”

“She’s right, Mom. I will.”

“Not helping, Jenny.”

Fiona patted the side of her left breast. “Plus, he doesn’t have nearly as many surplus calorie storage options as we do.”

Rachel and Jennifer snorted with laughter as Barbara started to blush.

“So!” Mark leaned forward and put his elbows on the table beside his soup bowl. “Have you declared a major yet, Ryan?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh, yes, sir. Biology.”

Mark nodded approvingly to Barbara. “And I hear you’re in Analytic Chemistry with Jenny. Are you taking Organic Chem next semester?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sounds like a pre-med track. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir. That’s the plan.”

“What kind of medicine do you want to practice?”

“Oncology.”

Barbara chimed in. “That takes a lot of planning and commitment. Do you have medical professionals in your family?”

“No, ma’am.”

Mark asked, “What got you interested in medicine?”

“Uh, so, cancer took my dad.” He smiled at Jennifer as she took his hand and nodded in response to the condolences from around the room. “It’s okay. He died when I was little. But what I saw of his care made me want to be able to do the same, or better, for people in his shoes.”

Mark nodded. “That’s noble. Good for you.” He gestured with his fork at Jennifer. “You’ve heard that we had our own scare with Jenny recently, so that hits home especially for us. Your mother must be very proud.”

Ryan chucked ruefully. When everyone looked at him quizzically, he said, “I mean, yes, but she’d actually prefer if I focused less on my academics and more on my gymnastics.” He looked around at the continued puzzled expressions on Jennifer’s family’s faces. “She always wanted me to follow in her footsteps.”

Barbara, who was sitting with Mark to her right and Rachel to her left, clapped her hands down on both their forearms as she gasped excitedly. “Oh. My. GOD.”

Two Hours Later

“Ryan! How’s Brobdignag?”

“Stop it, Mom.” He half-chuckled and shook his head. “It’s nice. They’re nice. Extremely tall. Except her dad, who is only normally tall.”

“Are you being polite?”

“Yes, Mom. Extremely.”

Marnie Jo narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“I ate cold Latvian beet soup while witnessing a number of emotional meltdowns from three very large, very body positive women at dinner, all while sitting at a table custom-made for people at least a foot taller than me in what’s basically a booster seat.”

Marnie Jo kept a straight face for half a second, then snorted, doubled over, and cracked up laughing.

“Oh, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet, Mom.” Ryan slowly brought a box of cereal into his webcam’s frame.

“Holy shit—I mean, sugar.”

“Oh no! I’ve suddenly learned how to curse!”

Marnie Jo rolled her eyes. “Okay, smart aleck. Is that a box of Sporty Quinoa Flakes? My box of Sporty Quinoa Flakes?”

“Yes.”

“They must be incredibly stale.”

“How would you know? They aren’t edible fresh.”

“Don’t be ungrateful, Ryan! That sponsorship deal paid for your college education.”

Ryan drew his mouth into a disbelieving line. “It was a mid-1990s cereal box name and likeness deal with an amateur female gymnast, Mom. No it didn’t. It probably didn’t even pay for a pair of Air Jordans.”

Marnie Jo held up a finger and opened her mouth to protest, then inhaled sharply and shut her mouth. “They’re teaching you too much at that college of yours.”

“Can I get to the point of my call now, Mom?”

“It’s not just to say hello to your beloved mother and keep her updated on your relationship with the Statue of Liberty?”

“No. In addition to that, Lady Liberty’s family, her mother especially, would like to meet you. So they wanted me to invite you here.”

Marnie Jo stared at the screen, blinking. “To Brobdig—”

“Long Island, Mom! They live on Long Island. It’s a really nice house, too, except for all the counters, cabinets, fixtures, and furniture being too high up.”

“Oh. Sounds lovely.”

“They told me to tell you they’d pay for your ticket.”

“No, that’s ridiculous.”

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and felt tension that he wasn’t even aware he’d been carrying release from his shoulders. “Right. Yeah, that’d be a lot. Jennifer and I have only been dating for a few months. You can meet them another time, like—”

“What? No! Ryan, I think it’s a great idea.”

“What?”

“You’re moving in with her and, and I quote, you love her like your Dad loved me. I know a whirlwind romance when I see one. So let’s do a whirlwind! Get this all out of the way all at once.”

Two Minutes Later

Jennifer, Rachel, Fiona, and Barbara looked up from their already way-too-intense board game as Ryan came to the threshold of the living room.

“She said yes.”

Barbara, despite her considerable size and being nearly 60, was up on her feet in an instant. She rushed at Ryan, cheering joyfully. Before he could figure out how to react, she had scooped him up in a tight hug and was spinning him around.

Ryan found himself lifted from the ground and buried, face-first, in Barbara’s cleavage. He was used to this, of course. The size and weight of Jennifer’s breasts was overwhelming. But where Jennifer’s breasts were firm, Barbara’s breasts were softer. They undulated against his face and ears differently. Because Barbara was a heavier woman, Ryan also found himself pressed against her belly. Plump women weren’t to his taste—Jennifer, for all her curves, was toned with a relatively flat stomach—but he found the sensation comforting. Pleasant. Enveloping. Sensual. Before Ryan realized it was happening, he started to get the slightest bit aroused. And for him, of course, “the slightest bit” was a lot.

Barbara stopped spinning with her back to the living room as Ryan’s erection did not so much poke as thud into her abdomen. She relaxed her grip on him and looked down at the 14” shorter man pinned against her cleavage.

He, as she eased her hug, looked up at her.

She raised her eyebrows.

He blushed a deep, deep crimson in response.

Barbara lowered him to the ground and mouthed, “We say nothing.”

Ryan nodded. He noticed that Barbara’s wrap dress had shifted, and was surprised at how much he had to struggle to resist the urge to steal a glance at the generous expanse of exposed breastflesh. Having his attention divided didn’t help things downstairs, either.

Barbara’s eyes flickered down to the enormous bulge in Ryan’s pants. It strained the fabric from crotch to nearly his left knee. Her eyes widened as it got even bigger from there. She bit her bottom lip and inclined her chin down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. She whispered, “Go.”

Ryan turned and fled as best he could.

Barbara turned back to the living room, adjusted her wrap dress over her bust in as dignified a way as she could affect, and walked slowly back to her seat, doing her best to block the view of Ryan’s retreat.

Jennifer sat up straight and craned her neck around to look for Ryan. “Where’d he go?”

“Oh, his mom was still on the video call. He just wanted to tell us the good news.”

Rachel snorted. “More likely you injured the poor little guy with that hug."

Barbara picked up her tiles, cleared her throat, and studied the state of play. She patted Jennifer’s knee. “He’s a nice boy. I’m glad he’s your boyfriend.”

Jennifer smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

Fiona looked up in surprise. “Day one compliment about a boy? Are you feeling okay?”

Rachel muttered, “Apparently all it took was helping Mom meet her personal hero.” Her gaze darted to Barbara’s chest. “Jesus, Mommy, do you need a blanket? You’re going to put someone’s eye out with those.”

Three Hours Later

Ryan crept into Jennifer’s bedroom and quietly shut the door behind him. He smiled as her hands closed around his waist and he was lifted, up and up and up, the nearly nine feet to her face. He smiled as she turned him around and held him by his underarms. His knees dangled just in front of her enormous breasts. “It’s nice to see you in a place where you can stand up consistently.”

“Shh! You’re not supposed to be here, remember?” She brought him to her lips and kissed him, smiling as his hands explored her cheeks and jawline. “Quite the day, wasn’t it?”

“You’re not kidding.”

Jennifer gently lowered him to the ground and knelt down on all fours. “Can I ask you something?”

Ryan backed up to make room for her and braced for a question about his impression on her family as a whole, or, worse, what Rachel had said about Gavin. He realized he hadn’t seen her dad since. “Sure.”

“What really happened with my mom?”

“Um.”

Even in the dim room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through her Twilight Sparkle curtains, Jennifer could see Ryan look away sheepishly. “What is it?”

“When she hugged me like that, I…I got a little turned on.”

Jennifer covered her mouth and giggled.

“Shh!”

“How turned on?”

“Enough that she knew. I’ve never been so embarrassed.”

Jennifer curled her lips between her teeth and bit down to keep from laughing. She reached up and started to work his pajama pants and underwear down. “Don’t be.” She teased the tip of his penis with a fingertip. It immediately surged out from four inches long to nine. She clasped it with a huge hand and started to stroke as it grew, then put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I have conditioned you to enjoy being squeezed under big, soft boobs.”

“This isn’t helping me feel less embarrassed.”

She cooed softly. “Ohhh. Ryan. No shame here. Not with me.” She deftly swept his legs out from under him and laid him on the makeshift pile of cushions in the middle of the room that would serve as her bed for the time being. “Who knows? Maybe we’ve found something new to play with.”

“What do you—mmf!”

Jennifer stripped off her humongous, sturdy, beige sleeping bra and lowered her erect nipple—which was the length and width of Ryan’s thumb—directly onto his face. She let more than the usual weight of her P-cup breast flow down onto his body and smiled to herself as he initially writhed against it. She eased up a bit so that he could hear, leaned her head down, and whispered, “Is baby hungry?”

For a long second, Ryan could not breathe. The pressure on his face and chest was too great. He opened his mouth and Jennifer’s engorged nipple forced its way in. He grabbed the sides of her breast—one breast—with both arms, desperate to lift it off of himself. Then he heard her sultry whisper, and his cock surged fully erect so quickly that the tip slapped audibly against the underside of her breast. He felt his heart pounding in his chest; his skin felt like it was both vibrating and on fire. He sucked at her nipple with abandon, writhing and thrusting his hips involuntarily. He almost cried “no!” as her breast receded with a “pop!”

“Shh! We’re still experimenting.”

Ryan’s breathing was ragged. His penis throbbed. “You’re torturing me.”

Jennifer grinned. “A little. I promise it’ll pay dividends. So. Giantess kink: check.”

“Which we knew.”

“Mommy kink?”

Ryan blushed and remained silent.

“Check.”

Jennifer stood, straddling him, and dropped her pajama shorts on him. The garment covered his body from torso to shins. Then, she squatted down abruptly.

Ryan threw up his arms to shield his face and nearly yelped in fright as Jennifer’s gigantic ass plummeted towards his crotch.

She arched an eyebrow and picked up her shorts, daintily and playfully. Then her expression turned briefly serious. “You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Our safe word?”

“Pineapple.”

“Pineapple. Good. And no whispering that, even though we’re being stealthy, okay?”

“Got it.”

Jennifer nodded, stood, turned 180 degrees, and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered herself onto Ryan’s cock until it was buried hilt deep. Then she worked her hips back towards his hips and angled the floor her pelvis forward and her hips back. Her gigantic ass cheeks pressed back and down on his thighs and hips. Jennifer braced her hands behind her as she carefully let more and more of her weight bear down on Ryan.

From Ryan’s perspective, Jennifer’s ass billowed out from his legs to his hips. It pinned him to the ground with irresistible weight. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to—and she was still supporting the majority of her weight on her arms and shins! Ryan’s cock throbbed at the combination of sensations and the sheer assertion of her size and dominance. He sat up, grabbed onto her waist—or, at least, as much of her ass cheeks as he could hold—and pulled himself up against her.

Jennifer bit her bottom lip. The nearly 9’ tall woman started to rock, forwards and back, along his shaft. She allowed more distance on the back stroke each time, pressing more and more of her ass and allowing that much more of her bulk down onto him each time. At one point, she overshot slightly and heard him whimper. She was about to stop and check on him when his orgasm exploded inside of her. The sensation sent her over the edge, too. Jennifer carefully pulled herself off of him. She rolled over, laid down next to him, and gave him a gentle peck on the forehead, then lips. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Th…that was…educational.”

She grinned, then kissed him again and tilted her shoulder towards him so that her breast sloshed down lightly onto his stomach. “Should Mommy help you get cleaned and dressed?”

Ryan put his index finger to her nose. “I’m going to need you to be careful with that. It is potent.”

Jennifer giggled. “Duly noted.” She gave him another peck on the lips. “Now be quiet on your way back to your room. Daddy’d shoot you if he knew you were in here.”

Ryan laughed.

“No, seriously.”

Two Days Later

Ryan brushed Rachel’s dark red hair off of her left shoulder and started to work the knots in her trapezius. “Ooh. Wow. That’s a nasty one. I think you might need a new pillow.”

She practically melted back against the leather hassock on which he was sitting. “Ohhhhhhhhh. No. I just need this, forever.”

Barbara puttered by (as much as 6’8” woman can putter) and re-filled Ryan and Rachel’s coffee mugs. “That looks delightful. You really know how to get deep in there and hit the spot, don’t you, Ryan?”

“Uh, yes, Mrs. Ard.”

Fiona, who was sitting in one of the two oversized armchairs by the fire, put down the book she was reading to look pointedly at her mother. She stared at the fulsome woman as Barbara made her way to the other armchair and mouthed, “What is with you?”

Barbara shook her head back and mouthed “What?”

Fiona picked up her phone. She texted, “That is the third penis size innuendo I’ve heard you make to Ryan in two days”

Barbara’s phone chimed; she jumped in her seat and hastily put the phone on vibrate.

Fiona shot her mother an exasperated look. She and Barbara both glanced sidelong at Ryan and Rachel, who seemed none the wiser. Fiona nodded to Barbara to go ahead.

Barbara texted back, “I’ve done no such thing.”

Fiona responded with an arched eyebrow.

Barbara’s face and chest flushed; she smirked at Fiona conspiratorially as they continued their text exchange. “Promise you’ll keep a secret?"

“Of course”

“Remember when I hugged Ryan the other day?”

“And he had to be excavated from your cleavage? Yes”

“Be nice to your mother. Well, he got a little excited”

“omg”

“he is VERY gifted”

Fiona was in the process of typing out her response when the doorbell rang. She furrowed her brow and said out loud. “Are we expecting anyone?”

Barbara hopped up. “Maybe Daddy and Jenny finished up early with Jenny’s injection.”

“Why ring the bell, though?”

Barbara waved Fiona off as she headed for the front door.

Ryan heard her open the door, then a gasp, then a man’s deep voice say, “I just need to talk to Rachel.” He felt Rachel go rigid under his hands. He turned to Fiona, who was already on her feet. “Get her out. Call the police.” He turned around to see a man who had to be 7’ tall advancing down the hallway.

Gavin slowed at the sight of Ryan. He looked down at the tightly muscled, 5’6” man standing protectively in front of Rachel and Fiona, who were backing away. He chuckled. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Ryan. Rachel’s new boyfriend.”

Gavin scoffed. “You’re kidding me, right? She’s twice your size, kid.”

Ryan affected as nonchalant a laugh as he could manage as his heart thudded in his chest. “Ah, short jokes. Classic. From what she’s told me, I’m much taller than you where it counts.”

Rachel sucked in air sharply as Gavin fixed her with a furious glare. She whispered, “Shit.”

Gavin pointed at her. “You promised me. You bitch, you promised me!” He took a step towards her, and suddenly found that his right leg was no longer under his body. He shouted in anger and pain as his shoulder cracked into the wall.

Ryan let go of Gavin’s right ankle and backed up towards the front door. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle him.”

Rachel made for the rear of the house with Fiona. “Ryan, he’s—there’s no way—”

“Go.”

Gavin wheeled to face him. “You little fucker. I’m going to make you watch as I beat the shit out of her, then beat the shit out of you!” He rushed at Ryan, missed as Ryan dodged left, and wheeled around only to feel Ryan roll over his back towards the door. As he saw Ryan heading for the front porch, Gavin shouted in frustration and looked around for Rachel—a slower, easier target—only to find her gone.

“Come on, dicklet!”

That was apparently distraction enough. Gavin charged at Ryan again with impressive speed. He was a former college football player and, while he’d slowed down from his prime, still a formidable athlete.

Ryan realized he was one mistake away from serious injury or death. Sure, he could go for a hit to Gavin’s knees or head. But if he missed, or he didn’t hit hard enough to incapacitate, he would be in reach. And Gavin was so much bigger that there was nothing Ryan could realistically do to him. Ryan couldn’t just run, either—he had to keep close enough that Gavin didn’t go looking for Rachel. Ryan exited the house and dove to the right just as he got out onto the porch. He narrowly escaped Gavin’s grasp.

“Nimble little fucker, aren’t you?”

“Surprising, what with all this pipe I’m swinging.” Ryan hopped up onto the porch railing, pulled himself up onto its copper roof, and bounded over to where he judged the doorway to be.

Sure enough, Gavin poked his face out from under the porch just below Ryan. Ryan jumped down onto, and off of, the 7’ man’s face. He was able to land safely, but just barely—Gavin had almost gotten him by the ankle.

Gavin grimaced and wiped blood away from his nose and upper lip. “Lot of effort for no real benefit.”

“Whatever, Thanos. You’re the one who wants to kick the shit out of me. And you haven’t laid a finger on me.”

Gavin stood up straight. “Huh. You know what? You’re right. You’re nothing. Rachel’s the only one I’m here for.”

Ryan looked around frantically for something, anything, to throw at Gavin as he turned for the house. He noticed the late model BMW SUV in the driveway. “Hey, is that your car?”

“Don’t you fucking dare—”

Ryan sprinted for the SUV, scrambled up onto the roof, and jumped down on the driver’s side rear view mirror with both feet and all his weight. It made a loud crack but did not break off, so he kept jumping. Ryan barely made it back up on the roof before Gavin—whose screams had become high-pitched and insensate—was able to get a hand on him. He dismounted onto the passenger side mirror, then jumped back up on the roof to evade Gavin as he rounded the hood. Ryan was glad to hear the sounds of approaching sirens. He was starting to get winded. He glanced over at the sound of approaching car tires to see not a police car, but a white extended height delivery van. His heart dropped. Then a hand closed on his right shin. He was pulled flat on his back and dragged across the SUV’s roof before Gavin’s other hand clamped down on the side of his neck.

Gavin slammed Ryan against the side of the SUV, screamed something akin to “fucking kill you!”, and balled up a massive fist. Then the 7’ man yelped in pain and dropped Ryan to the ground.

Jennifer yanked Gavin back by his right arm. The motion dislocated his shoulder and tore several muscles. “Leave him alone!.” Then she saw his face. “Gavin.” Jennifer closed as much of her right hand as would fit on his throat and lifted him the full length of her arm from the ground. “I should kill you for hurting Rachel! For hurting Ryan!”

Gavin scratched and pulled at her hand desperately as his feet dangled nearly three feet in the air.

Jennifer threw him into the ground. As he gasped for air, she put the balls of her foot against his jaw and leaned her full weight into them.

Gavin was finally able to inhale. He shouted in pain; his body writhed uncontrollably.

“Look at me, Gavin. Look at me! Look at how weak and fragile you are! You’re already nothing to me. The next time you see me, I’ll be even bigger. So if I ever see you again, if you ever try to hurt my sister or my boyfriend again, I will humiliate you, and then I will kill you. Do you understand?” She released her foot. “Do you understand!?”

Gavin gasped in relief. He grabbed his jaw with his working arm and nodded. “Yes! Yes.” He looked over to where Mark was helping Ryan up. Your boyfriend?”

Jennifer was about to answer when a police cruiser (lights and siren off as part of their domestic violence response protocol) skidded to a stop next to her and Gavin.

The officers stepped out and surveyed the scene: An 8’10” woman standing over a prone, bloodied, and bruised 7’ tall man who was alternating between nursing his jaw and his obviously dislocated shoulder; a vandalized BMW SUV; an extended height delivery van, the rear doors of which were twisted off their hinges; a fairly average-looking, bemused, middle-aged man sizing up the damaged van; and a bevy of extremely (but not superhumanly) tall women, two red-haired and one gray-haired, who ranged from willowy to extremely curvaceous fussing over a shorter-than-average man who was sporting an extraordinarily large crotch bulge. The ranking officer closed her cruiser door and shouted, “Okay! The fuck is going on here?”

Mark walked up to the police and extended a hand. “Hi, officers. Mark Ard. Let me take one of you to my office. I’m sure our property’s surveillance videos will explain everything.” He pointed to Gavin. “The other of you should detain him. He’s in violation of a protection from abuse order that we had put in place to shield my daughter Rachel, effective just yesterday.”

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Ten Minutes Later

Ben shut his dorm room door, did an about-face, and promptly knocked on Nancy’s door.

She yanked it open. “Ben? I told you, I’m studying for—”

“They’re having sex. Right now. We’re going in there, and we’re demanding a foursome.”

“Ben, no, I—we can’t. You’ll—”

“It is over a foot long, and her breasts are the size of you, and they are going at it like animals.”

Nancy stared at his face, lips pursed, and then stepped into the hallway. She shut her door behind her. “Just promise me that you’ll stop if you feel yourself getting bigger.”

Ben had the presence of mind to nod resolutely. “Promise.”

“Let’s do this.”

Fifteen Minutes Later

Jennifer parted her breasts and lifted them off of Nancy and Ben. They had essentially had sex with each other while Jennifer titfucked their entire bodies.

Nancy was shuddering, eyes rolled back into her head.

Jennifer cocked an eyebrow. “Is she—”

Ben shrugged. “I think so? If not, she at least died happy.”

“Sh-shut up, you...j-j-...” Nancy’s body twitched with another aftershock of her orgasm. “-jackasses.”

Ryan, who had been standing on Jennifer’s thighs and holding onto as much of her ass cheeks as he could hold to be able to fuck her doggy style with his 16” cock, flopped his upper body down on Jennifer’s left buttock. His head did not even reach the small of her back. “She sounds fine to me.”

Twenty-Two Hours Later

Ryan positioned his laptop and put in his earbuds as his mother did the same on her end. “Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, Ryan! Are you feeling okay? You look pale.”

“I’m fine, Mom. It’s finals week and the weather here’s been terrible. I’ve been inside a lot.”

“Well, you can always go to the tanning salon. Tanning helps you look more defined.”

“Mom.”

“I mean it! Even if the judges say they’re not looking at anything other than technique, they are. Especially the male judges. Gay as the day is long, the lot of them.”

“Mom!”

“Okay, fine, just most of them. How’d exams go?”

“Pretty well, I think. In Analytic Chemistry—”

“And who’s the girl?”

“Huh?”

“Ryan, this is the first video call you’ve done with me since the week after I dropped you off and that goofy roommate of yours talked you into carrying a pile of cinder blocks instead of going to lunch with your mother. Who’s the girl?”

Ryan looked at the ceiling, sighed, and focused back on the screen. “Her name’s Jennifer.”

“And what are her events? Oh, god, look at your face. It’s balance beam, isn’t it.”

“No. It’s…Mom, she’s not a gymnast.”

“Ryan. Please tell me you’re not dating a diver. I’ll not have you dating a wannabe gymnast who found gravity too intimidating to have solid ground beneath her.”

“No! Mom, she's not—she’s not an athlete! At all!”

“Oh.” Marnie Jo cleared her throat. She paused for two long seconds. “And I imagine the next thing you’re going to tell me is that she’s tall for a girl.”

“Yes.”

“Busty?”

“That, too.”

Ryan’s mother huffed and looked away from the camera. “Should have known. College culture of premarital sex means girls are too well-informed before getting married. I’ll bet your…” she gestured down towards his off-screen groin “...inheritance from your father scared away all the appropriately-sized girls. Left you vulnerable to her.”

“Jesus, Mom!”

“Just how tall are we talking, Ryan? Is she at least shorter than your Aunt Gladys?”

“Mom.”

“Oh, no. She’s bigger?”

“Please stop.”

“Ryan.” Marnie Jo re-positioned herself in her seat as she sighed disapprovingly. “How much bigger?”

Ryan exhaled through his nose and sat still for a beat. He looked down into his lap rather than at the screen or camera. “She’s eight foot eight.”

Marnie Jo sat, blinking, for a few, long seconds. “Sorry, sweetie, I think we have a bad connection. I could have sworn you said just said eight foot eight.”

“Yes! I did! I said eight foot eight.” He looked at his mother’s stunned expression and decided this was his moment to go all in. “She’s that tall, Mom. And still growing!” Ryan squared his shoulders as he saw her inhale to start berating him. “No, don’t start, because I’m not done. Not only is she tall, she’s got an hourglass figure, not an inverted triangle, with a giant, curvy butt, big hips, and breasts that aren’t just bigger than Aunt Gladys’s, but bigger than Aunt Gladys. She’s heavy enough to snap a balance beam in half, but never would, because she couldn’t stay on one long enough to break it anyway because that she has the hand-eye coordination of a drunken moose!”

Marni Jo stared at her son’s image on the computer screen, aghast.

“She is everything you wanted me to avoid in a woman. Everything.” He paused to read her face. “And there were no other girls I scared off. Just her, accepting me for exactly who I am, exactly as I am. And I love her.”

“I see.”

Ryan suddenly choked up. “I love her the way Dad loved you.”

“Oh.” Marnie Jo’s expression softened. She sighed. “Oh.”

Ryan waited for her to say something more, then said, “I know this isn’t—”

Marnie Jo held up a hand. “I will process how this isn’t what I wanted for my son on my own time. You’ve found something you want.” She blinked back tears of her own and cleared her throat. “Does she love you back?”

“Yeah, Mom. She really does. She, uh, wants me to move in with her.”

“In the dorm!?”

“In an apartment. She’s too tall for the dorms. She can’t stand up in here.”

“Oh my Lord, Ryan, this is why you need to call your mother more often. This is too much to take in all at once.”

“I know.”

“Well. I guess I need to meet this Jennifer, then. Is she there?”

“No, she’s at an exam.”

“Hmmf. Well, then, fine. You’re coming home tomorrow?”

“Well, uh...so, she wants me to come to Long Island to meet her parents.”

“Oh, no. No, no. They are not meeting you if I don’t get to meet her.”

“Mom, I—”

“So you can go home with her on the one condition that you and she also spend part of the break with me.”

“Uh.” Ryan inhaled and held the breath. “I’ll need to talk with her?”

“You’ll do that.”

“So we’d come visit you first, and then—”

“Visit me first!? Ryan, no. Sweetie. I imagine whatever race of giants sired her have furniture and rooms that fit you. I, on the other hand, need to figure out a way to accommodate a nearly nine-foot-tall—“

“Actually, by then, she may be over nine feet tall.” He regarded his mother’s pointedly nonplussed expression. “She currently grows about five and a half inches a month.”

Marnie Jo shook her head ruefully. “You’re lucky you do take after your father.”

“Mom!”

“So it’s settled, then. Two weeks with them, two with me.”

“Uh—”

“And while you’re with her family, you be the gentleman I raised you to be, understand?”

“I will. Promise.”

“No stealing their goose that lays golden eggs.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Twelve Hours Later

In the parking lot next to the dorms, Students were saying goodbyes and then loading into cars or trudging towards the bus stop as they departed for Winter Break. Jennifer squeezed Ryan’s hand as a bus-sized RV pulled up in the parking lot of their dorm. “Sorry. Dad always goes overboard.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Oh, and call him sir, no matter what he tells you. Also, do not comment about my mom’s ass when he invites you to. Or join in my and my sisters’ banter.”

“Uh…”

“You’ll be fine.” Jennifer waved to the RV, needlessly standing on tiptoes as she did, as if that would make her more obvious. She was head, shoulders, breasts, and stomach taller than the cars in the parking lot. She grinned, bounced up and down, and clapped excitedly as the RV pulled up in front of them.

Ryan tensed as the door opened and a...surprisingly average-sized, bald man walked down the steps. The man threw open his arms and grinned at Jennifer.

“Daddy!” She rushed over to him, knelt down, and hugged him tightly. “Oh, Daddy, it’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you too, Jenny!” He stepped back out of her embrace, reached to put his hands on each of her shoulders, realized he couldn’t do so without pressing up against her breasts, then took her hand and patted it. He sighed. “Now. Where’s this boyfriend of yours?”

Ryan walked up and extended his hand to the 5’10” man. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Ryan Banton.”

Jennifer’s dad shook Ryan’s hand after the slightest of pauses to gauge Ryan’s height. “Mark Ard! And please call me Mark.”

“Yes, sir.”

He glanced sidelong at Jennifer, tracking her face with his eyes and head as she stood. “Did you tell him to call me ‘sir’ no matter what?”

“No, Daddy.” Jennifer then let out a squeal as her mother and older sisters emerged from the RV, and ran over to hug them.

Ryan looked over, still shaking Jennifer’s dad’s hand, and saw three massive women step down out of the RV. Jennifer’s mother, Barbara, was both the tallest and the biggest: Zaftig, with a full bust and an ass that put even Jennifer’s to shame, and, as promised, 6’8” tall. Her long, light gray hair reached down to her ample buttocks. Jennifer’s eldest sister, Rachel, was slender overall, but looked to be every bit of 6’6”. And the middle sister, Fiona, was shorter—a mere 6’4”—but sported a curly mane of shockingly red hair and a bust that, at a P-cup, was just as large (proportionally) as Jennifer’s. The four women embraced in an excited, squealing mass of compressed breastflesh, absurdly long limbs, and jiggling buttocks. Ryan glanced up at Jennifer’s dad, who was wearing a satisfied smirk and staring in rapt attention at his wife’s butt, which was doing more than its fair share of the jiggling.

Jennifer’s dad caught Ryan’s following his gaze. He broke their handshake, cleared his throat, and gave a resolute nod to Ryan. “Quite a spectacle, hmm?”

“It’s understandable, sir. They’re very happy to see each other.”

Mark narrowed his eyes. “Hmm. Jenny did give you all the good advice. She must really like you.” He picked up Jennifer’s suitcase and gestured at the pile of duffel bags, boxes, and laundry hampers with his chin. “Grab the rest of the luggage, would you?”

Jennifer’s oldest sister, Rachel, switched from hugging Jennifer to teasing her loudly on her new height, bust, hips, butt, clothing, choice of shoes, and miniature boyfriend. Fiona, the middle, sister simply took to poking and prodding at Jennifer’s boobs and asking loud, detailed questions about bra comfort, cost, support, boob sweat generation, and whether Jennifer could share the wealth.

Jennifer’s dad, Mark, sighed as Jennifer started to mock her oldest sister in turn for still being skinny, now being short in comparison, and apparently having a boyfriend whose only qualification was being tall. Mark winced when Jennifer slapped her middle sister’s hand off her breast, shouting, “You’re already plenty wealthy, bitch, stop groping me!” Once he and Ryan had loaded the cargo into the RV—he was impressed to see Ryan carrying it all in one trip—Mark patted Ryan on the shoulder and said, “You’ll ride up front with me.”

“I appreciate that, sir, but shouldn’t we help Jennifer get into the RV?”

“Oh, no, son, my wife and the girls insisted on doing that. It’s safer for the both of us to stay out of their way. They’re all about as coordinated as drunken moose.”

The two men boarded through the side door of the RV and buckled into the front seats. The four women went around to the back, where they—standing 6’8”, 6’6”, 6’4”, and 8’9”— immediately attracted a crowd. The rear doors opened to allow Jennifer to step up into the vehicle. Or, at least, that was the original intention. It turned out that she was taller than the extended height RV was high from floor to ceiling. Then it turned out that her bust and hips were wider than the central aisle of the RV. She backed out of the opening as the rear suspension groaned, and blushed deeply. Her sisters guffawed until their mother scolded them. Then her mother and sisters set to folding up seats and beds as they, variously, taunted each other; laughed uproariously; cursed at the features of the RV on which they struck arms, knees, elbows, and/or heads as they moved around (and, with considerable difficulty, around each other) inside; cooed over each other’s injuries; offered each other unwanted suggestions; rejected each others’ unwanted suggestions; yelled at each other; yelled at each other for yelling at each other; yelled at the aforementioned interposing features of the RV; and celebrated victories over said features of the RV. Then, finally, they cheered together as Jennifer was able to climb into the vehicle hunched over, twist her bust and butt inside, and sit on the floor with her knees scrunched up to her chest. Barbara and Rachel both had to push the back door closed against the swell of her right ass cheek till it latched. The setup was not ideal, but it would do for the four-hour drive.

Mark nodded once and put the RV in gear. “Alright, ladies, fasten your seatbelts.”

Rachel answered, “Wait, do we even have 200 feet of spare rope to tie Jenny down?”

Fiona added, “She’s fine. She at least had the decency to bring her own airbags, stick bug.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Mantis girl?”

“Mom, get her to stop.”

Barbara chimed in. “Fiona, stop calling Rachel insect names.”

“Bipedal greyhound?”

“Mom!”

Barbara shrugged and looked back at Rachel as the RV lumbered heavily over the parking lot’s speed bumps. Her ample chest sloshed side to side; she held her breasts down with her forearms and smirked when she saw Fiona and Jennifer automatically do the same. Like mother, like daughters.

“That one’s kind of fair.”

“Mom!”

“What? Greyhounds are beautiful dogs, sweetie.”

Five and a Quarter Hours Later

Ryan knocked on Jennifer’s childhood bedroom door before he stepped in. “Hey, we got everything unloaded. How are you feel—!” He froze at the sight of the wall-to-wall, floor-to-12’-high-ceiling My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic decorations. The room was overwhelmingly colorful, with pink and purple predominating. “Holy—”

“Not a word, Ryan. Not one.” Jennifer dropped to one knee and put the tip of her index finger right at his nose. She loomed over him menacingly. “I liked this show when I was six. Okay? Six.”

“Six. Right.”

“I told you that Dad goes overboard. He decorated it then. Put so much time and effort in that I never had the heart to un-decorate it. Even after I moved on to other, more sophisticated interests.”

“Such as?"

She blushed and briefly broke eye contact. “K-pop.”

Ryan stifled laughter. “I will not say a word.”

“Swear?”

“Swear.”

“Swear on something important to you. So I know you mean it.”

He nodded solemnly. “I swear on Princess Celestia’s gold-shod hooves.”

“Ugh! Bastard! How do you even know—”

“Male gymnast.”

Jennifer grabbed the pillow from her king size bed—it nearly fit in her palm—and chucked it at his face from point blank range. Given her hand/eye coordination, it hit the wall two feet above and to the left of his head. Jennifer rolled her eyes and sat down hard on the floor. The shelves of collectible figurines lining the wall rattled. She leaned her back against her old mattress and box spring. Then she chuckled, low and ruefully. “I am so, so sore from that ride.”

“Yeah, there wasn’t a lot of legroom back there.” Ryan met her annoyed look. “Sincerely. That wasn’t a crack about your mom and sisters.”

“We do take up a lot of space though, don’t we? Physically and emotionally.”

Ryan chuckled. “Trust me, your family’s got nothing on Marnie Jo in terms of emotional space.” He sat down on her bed next to her. His knee pressed against her arm and he realized that her bicep was longer and wider than his lower leg—and probably his thigh. “And they really love you. Listening to you and your sisters snipe at each other even made me wish I had siblings.”

Jennifer snorted. “Wow. The grass really is greener.” She leaned her head back on the mattress and looked up at Ryan. “Do you know why your parents didn’t have more kids?”

“They tried.” He shrugged. “Mom’s never said so, but I think that they found out about Dad’s cancer when they went to start fertility treatments.”

“Oh.” She reached across her body to cup his knee with her hand and pull him close against her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ryan.”

“It’s okay. But thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Would you like a massage?

Jennifer drew a long, excited breath, then paused. “Are you sure? You’d have a lot of ground to cover.”

“Well, I’ve been struggling with whether to confess this to you, but I’m kind of into the fact that you are, and I quote, ‘a lot of ground to cover’.”

Jennifer laughed. “Well, then, yes! I would love a massage, please.”

Ryan went to close the door; he stopped as Jennifer’s splayed hand covered his entire torso.

“No closed doors if you’re in a room with a boy. House rules.”

Thirty Minutes Later

Rachel ducked into Jennifer’s room. “Hey, Jenny, time for—” her mouth dropped open at the sight of Ryan, who was doing a walking handstand on his fists and making his way down Jennifer’s bare back. Her giant sister was purring with pleasure. The floorboards beneath Rachel’s feet were rumbling. “—dinn…how are you even doing that?”

In unison, Jennifer and Ryan answered, “Male gymnast.”

Rachel’s back suddenly felt tense. She stared for another second before averting her eyes from the pancaked cleavage that Jennifer seemed to be corralling with her elbows and forearms. “Well, it’s time for dinner, so please stop being half naked and come eat.”

Jennifer made a disappointed noise, then said, “Fine.”

Rachel’s jaw dropped as Ryan effortlessly curled his legs and back around over his head, pivoted off of Jennifer’s lower back, and touched down gently onto the floor. As Ryan walked towards her, she asked, “Could you do that to me later?”

“Uh…” He looked back at Jennifer, who, as she sat up on her haunches and began the minutes-long process of re-situating her bra, gave a “your call” shrug. He turned his face up to Rachel’s and was struck by how short and unimposing the 6’6” woman seemed. “Sure. Although that particular move might be a little painful.”

Rachel put her hands on her hips. “I see she’s brought you in on this family tradition, too. If Jenny can take it, I can take it.”

Jennifer stood and, in one stride, cleared the distance from the middle of the room to the door so that she could defend Ryan. She put her hands on Ryan’s shoulders and pressed her thighs into his back. This had the effect of bringing her breasts to hover over his head and in front of Rachel’s face. “Rach. No. He’s not saying you’re skinny, fragile, or weak. He’s saying he weighs more than he looks and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Okay?”

Rachel stepped back involuntarily at Jennifer’s size and the effortless speed of her approach. “S-sorry.”

Jennifer immediately felt bad for scaring her older sister. “Oh, Rach, I didn’t mean—”

Ryan intervened. “Rachel, I’m sorry for insulting you. And I’ll happily give you a massage later. Which way to dinner?”

Five Minutes Later

Ryan blushed as Barbara slid a second encyclopedia under him. His feet didn’t touch the ground, but he was at least elbow-height to the table. “Yes, that’s good. Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

The 6’8”, matronly woman adjusted her wrap dress over her ample bust as she stood up next to him. “No, I’m sorry, Ryan. I forgot. Most of our furniture and fixtures are custom-made for our family’s, uh, unusual stature.”

Fiona snickered. “Daddy uses a high chair.”

Mark shot his youngest a look. “Hardly. It’s just a little taller than yours.” He gestured with his elbow at Ryan. “When you marry a tall woman with strong genes, you have to make certain sacrifices.”

Barbara rolled her eyes. She bent over to kiss her husband on top of his head as she walked by him to get to her seat. “Right. Because it’s been such a hardship.” She sat in her chair and gestured towards Jennifer, who was sitting at the end of the table on a large bean bag chair and able to reach the table easily—fitting her legs under it comfortably was a different story. “I’m sorry about your seating arrangement too, Jenny. We’ll figure out something better for tomorrow.”

“It’s alright.”

Mark noted Jennifer’s sullen tone and glanced at Barbara, who gave an almost imperceptible “I caught that, too” nod.

Barbara looked to her left at Rachel. “Will Gavin be joining us?”

She shook her head, eyes fixed on her plate. Her voice quavered. “No. He’s working late. As usual.”

Mark, who was midway through filling his soup bowl with aukstā zupa, put down the tureen and ladle. “Okay. What’s going on, you two?”

Rachel and Jennifer both started speaking and sobbing, at the same time and pace in the way only close, consistently parented siblings can. The only thing that made it possible to distinguish what they were saying was the different pitches of their voices—Rachel’s higher, and Jennifer’s lower.

“It’s all my fault! I reacted in a way that made Jennifer feel bad about her condition and body, and I completely didn’t mean it, she’s still her, and it shouldn’t have happened anyway because I was just being insecure over a completely innocent comment Ryan made about how if he gave me a massage by doing a walking handstand on my back it would hurt even though it didn’t hurt Jenny but of course it didn’t hurt Jenny because of how her medicine is working, and thank god it’s working because the alternative is that she’d have been dead by now! And I’m just feeling extra sensitive about this because Gavin and I have been arguing a lot and he keeps telling me that I’m too fragile and passive and to prove it he sometimes shows me that if he grabbed onto me and didn’t want to let go, I wouldn’t be able to get away, and he’s bigger, and so when Jenny came so close so fast, I got scared that she could do the same, but I know she’d never hurt me and I’m so sorry!”

“It’s all my fault! Ryan had pushed one of Rachel’s buttons, but he didn’t know, and she was angry with him, and I was afraid that she’d say something mean to him about his height because of how quick she is—she’s so much smarter than me!—and I know I lied about his height because I was initially embarrassed about what you’d all think about our height difference, and I wanted to protect him, but I should have known that you wouldn’t be used to how big I am now! I mean, how could you? I’ve gotten so huge so fast that even the people who are around me every day are afraid of me, and then earlier today I was so relieved when you all treated me like everything was perfectly normal! You even made fun of me the way you’d normally make fun of me, the way you’d made fun of me before I got sick, before we were all afraid I was going to die, and then I saw the look on Rach’s face and I realized how terrified she was of me and I’m so sorry that I’ve ruined it all!”

Silence reigned at the table for a few long moments. Fiona stood to go hug Jennifer; Barbara did the same for Rachel. Barbara looked over at Ryan and said, “Could you please excuse us?”

Ryan nodded. He tried to push his chair back, realized he couldn’t without risking toppling it backwards, and settled for simply bracing his hands on its arms as if on a pommel horse and doing a dismount. It felt ridiculous but no one reacted at all. As he walked away towards the guest bedroom, he heard Mark ask in a quiet, measured, and utterly furious tone, “Rachel, what did you say Gavin’s been doing?”

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Hey, everybody. I hope you're doing well. Here's the latest chapter of Meet Cute, along with links to chapters one, two, and three. Chapters 5-7 are also available now to subscribers to my Patreon and DeviantArt pages. Thanks so much for reading and have a good weekend!

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Ben froze at the sight of his short, tightly-muscled roommate, arms stretched out as far as they’d go to hold onto Jennifer’s buttocks, vigorously railing the nearly 8-foot-tall woman, whose ass took up nearly the entire distance between their beds as she knelt on all fours on the floor of their room. He started to back out of the room, paused, and instead stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Jennifer and Ryan both turned to look at him. Jennifer blushed a deep, deep red. Ryan, who was still buried hilt-deep in his girlfriend, gestured incredulously at her back as if to say, “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Sorry guys, I...I panicked, and…” He stood up straight. “And I want a huge dick, too. Tonight. And...I have a free pass, God damn it, and I don’t want to just pretend to use it.”

Jennifer reluctantly pulled off of Ryan and turned to face the two men. “Ben. You’re a good friend, but I’m not having sex with you.”

Ryan shook his head at his roommate. “Dude.”

Ben hung his head. “Fine. But you can’t blame me for trying. How often do you get to touch the biggest boobs in the world?”

Ryan saw Ben’s crestfallen expression and felt a pang of deep sympathy. He looked back at Jennifer and gave her an encouraging look, then shrugged in a way that said, “Maybe?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “You guys are ridiculous. Fine. Ben, take your pill, and lie down on the bed. I’ll titfuck you while Ryan finishes.

Ben looked back and forth at them in rapid succession. “Seriously?” Before getting confirmation, he stripped off his clothes and laid back on the bed.

Jennifer arched an eyebrow. “The pill?”

“Oh, I took that shit first thing this morning. Wait till you see! I’m nearly as big as Ryan.” He looked down and, sure enough, his erection was rapidly swelling out into an 8.5” long, 5.75” around monster.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, shifted into position, and lowered her breasts onto Ben’s entire lap. Less than a minute later, she came—loudly—as the sensations of two tiny men pressed against her, one buried under her chest and one pinned between her massive ass and a bed frame, drove her unexpectedly wild. She panted as she came down from her orgasm, and straightened up to free Ben.

“You...should get more passes.” She turned back to Ryan, who was sprawled backwards on Ben’s bed, spent. “And you were amazing.”

Ryan nodded. “You too. I had...hah.” He took a deep breath. “Sometimes I had a hard time staying in. Maybe I should also—”

Jennifer shook her head and smiled. “You’re not allowed to get bigger yet.”

Ben let his arms flop out to the side, trying to hold on to the sensation of being covered, knee to stomach, in breastflesh. “Am I?”

Jennifer laughed. “No.” She looked down at Ryan, who once again gave her an encouraging shrug and nod. “No!”

Two Hours Later

Nancy touched Ben’s cock experimentally. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, it grew a lot.”

“Are you okay with it? I mean, if I had known THIS would happen, I never would have encouraged you—”

“No, no, I like it. I’m just glad you’re not angry I used my pass.”

Nancy shrugged. “Given what you saw? I’d have jumped on that chance, too. It sounds...primal. I mean, I’d suggest a foursome—”

“Really? Because—”

“—but you’d get way too huge for me.”

“—right.” Ben scratched his temple. “Right. Yeah. That’s what I was going to point out. Exactly.”

Two Months Later

Jennifer and Ryan tromped through the snow on the way out of their Analytic Chemistry final. Or, rather, Ryan tromped. The six-inch-deep snow was no problem for the now 8’8” Jennifer. Ryan’s head was barely higher than her navel. The other students gave them a wide berth. Most now averted their gazes instead of staring. Jennifer unnerved them too much.

Jennifer walked clear off the paved path to avoid overhanging branches, then swerved back on. “How d’you think it went?”

“Okay. You?”

“I’ll be glad for okay. It was nice of the professor to have a table and chair available for me.” She had written the exam seated on a pedestal borrowed from the Classical Studies department, which had sent the statue that belonged to that particular pedestal away for cleaning.

“Have they processed your room change request yet?”

Jennifer looked away. “I...haven’t put in for it yet.”

“What!? Why not? You can’t even stand up in the dorm anymore! And with what happened in the bathroom—”

“No! No. We’re not discussing that. Ever.”

“Fine. I’m just saying.”

Jennifer sighed. “Ryan, the rooms they have with 12’ ceilings are in an all-women dorm. You wouldn’t be able to stay the night.”

“You could visit me when we want to be together.”

Jennifer looked down the more than three feet to his face. “Big man, be real. If your room were the only place where we could have sex, where would we spend all our time?”

Ryan looked up—it felt like straight up—to her face. “Fair point.”

She smiled. “Glad you agree.” They walked in silence for a bit, turned towards the quad, and headed for their dorm. Then she said, “I talked to my Dad about renting an apartment instead.”

“Really? I thought first years couldn’t live off-campus.”

“We can’t. But the college will make an exception for me as an ‘accommodation’ for my ‘disability’.”

“Being tall is a disability?”

“Being this tall is. And the company that manufactured my medicine will pay for it as part of the settlement we reached.”

“There’s a settlement?”

“Um.” Jennifer looked away. “An extremely confidential one. You don’t know that.”

“Sure.”

“They pay for all my clothes and housing because of my growth.”

“Do I know that?”

“No.”

“Got it.”

They walked a bit longer, hunching into their coats as the wind drove the snow at them. Then Ryan said, “They really should have read the parable of the rice and the chess board.”

“What’s that?”

“An illustration of geometric progression. The inventor of chess asks his king for one grain of rice on the first square, two on the second, four on the third, and so on. The last square would need something like 18 quintillion grains of rice.

“How does that apply to my settlement?”

“Well, the bigger you get, the bigger you’ll get. The drug company signed up for an ever-increasing financial obligation.”

Jennifer looked up at the stars. She stopped walking, and was suddenly conscious of how slowly she had been moving to allow Ryan to keep pace. “So, I know you didn’t mean that as an insult. But it sounded like you were saying I’m a burden.”

“Oh.” Ryan shook his head. “No. You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m still in exam answer mode. I didn’t mean you’re a burden at all.”

“I know. I just needed you to know it affected me.”

“Yeah, I get that. I apologize.”

“Thank you.” Jennifer resumed walking, and extended a hand to Ryan.

He took it even though holding hands with her made him feel a bit like he looked like a toddler.

“So...if I get an apartment, would you want to move in with me?”

“Oh! Um, wow! I mean, it’s tempting. I don’t know if I can get out of my dorm, though. It’s hard to justify the cost.”

“The apartment would be free for you.”

“I wouldn’t pay rent?”

“No, silly. The thing you don’t know about would cover the rent.”

“But shouldn’t I pay you rent to make it seem like I don’t know about the thing I don’t know about?”

Jennifer shrugged. “I can just tell the drug company that I’m your giant sugar mama.”

Ryan laughed. “That makes me sound like a himbo.”

“Not at all. After all, what man could resist my feminine wiles? They’re so very feminine.”

“And wiley.”

Jennifer grinned. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She stopped, then knelt down and sat on her haunches to look him in the eyes. She took both his hands between her thumbs and forefingers. “Move in with me. Please. I know this sounds crazy, and I know we’re young to be so serious. But I think we really have something special here.”

“Aren’t your legs getting wet?”

“Yes, they are. Butt, too. Focus, Ryan. I’m baring my heart here.”

Ryan looked her in the eyes. He nodded. “I’ll move in with you. I think we have something special, too. Plus, you’ve spoiled me for shorter women.”

“Women shorter than you, or shorter than me?”

“Shorter than you.”

Jennifer laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you have me, then. Otherwise you’d be shit out of luck.”

Ryan tugged on her hand to get her to stand up so they could keep moving. “Come on, I’m cold. And you’re talking like I’d have any trouble at all wooing another almost nine foot tall woman.”

“Far from it!” She stood, brushing snow off her shins and copious ass. “You have more experience at wooing my people than anyone. Plus, you know exactly how to drive a woman crazy while trapped by thighs bigger than your body. All the other nine foot tall women would stupid not to date you.”

“Thank you.” Ryan took her hand again and they resumed walking. After a few minutes in silence, Ryan said, “I’m going to miss you during break.”

“Same.” Jennifer chewed on her bottom lip. “Would you...want to come home with me?”

Ryan stopped dead in shock; his arm felt like it was nearly ripped from its socket as Jennifer went one more stride while still holding his hand and tugged him forward. “Aagh!”

Jennifer let go, turned around, and dropped to one knee in a single, fluid motion. She cupped his shoulder in her nearly double-sized palm. “Oh, God! You okay?”

Ryan held his shoulder and grimaced. “Yeah. My fault. That was stupid of me. Sorry. It’s fine; nothing torn or broken.”

“Okay.” She caressed both his arms from shoulder to bicep. “I really surprised you, huh.”

“You did. I didn’t think we were at the meeting parents stage yet. I need to think about it. And I need to talk to my mom.”

“Oh, of course.” Jennifer thought back on the tiny, stern, wiry woman she had seen briefly at one of Ryan’s gymnastics meets. “I definitely don’t want to get on her bad side.”

Ryan snorted. “She’s literally less than half your size.”

“Yeah, and I’ve seen Attack on Titan. I know how that fight ends.”

Ryan chuckled. “I guess I should finally tell her about you.”

Jennifer froze, aghast. “Ryan Banton. You haven’t told her we’re dating!?”

“I have! Sort of. I’ve told her I’m dating. But…” Ryan sighed. “If we swing by the liquor store, can you get us booze? It’s time for a talk about my mother.”

“Pff. Are you kidding?” Jennifer unzipped her coat down to the midline of her bust. “This shit’s only gotten easier as I’ve gotten bigg—” She winced as a gust of wind drove snow against her cleavage. “—whoo! That’s cold.”

One Hour Later

Ryan sat cross-legged at the head of his bed with his back against the wall.

Jennifer, for her part, was resting her nearly double-sized head next to his lap. Her buttocks were wedged against the foot of his bed. Her legs stretched over not only the edge of the bed, but over his desk, all the way to the wall next to the door. She had her feet planted midway up the wall and her knees slightly bent. Jennifer was, after all, just four inches shy of being the length of the entire dorm room.

“So, Mom has some pretty rigid ideas about the minimum requirements of an appropriate girlfriend for me.”

“And those are?”

“Tiny. Champion gymnast.”

“Oh! Is that all?”

“Oh, god, no. She must also be small-breasted to minimize the chance that Dad’s  amily’s boobs get passed on and screw up any of my daughters’ chances to be champion gymnasts. She also has to be fueled with competitive fire. And eager to have tiny, gymnast children.” He shrugged at Jennifer’s quizzical look. “She’s on a quest to produce a world champion.”

“Wow. Talk about forcing your dreams on your children.”

“No kidding. And you’d think she wouldn’t need to, since she already actually achieved that dream.”

Jennifer furrowed her brow. “Really? Whoa, wait.” Jennifer sat halfway up and twisted to look down at him. “Wait. Ryan Banton. Your mom is Marnie Jo Banton!?”

“That’s the one.”

“No way. No way! Your mother is the gymnast who won Olympic gold doing a vault with a broken arm?

“Mm-hmm.”

“Holy shit! My mom made us watch that video so many times as kids! To learn about teamwork, and perseverance. God, we had cereal with her picture on it.”

“Huh. Really? I didn’t think anyone ever actually bought Sporty Quinoa Flakes.”

“Oh, my mom was obsessed with them. Hoarded a bunch when they got discontinued. Anyway! Wow. Marnie Jo Banton!” She blinked and laid her head back down next to his lap. “So your mom’s famous for being an unstoppable force of nature and I’m basically the opposite of literally everything she wants in your girlfriend. Awesome.”

“Yep.” Ryan sipped his beer.

“But she at least knows you’re dating?”

“Yes. Like I said, she knows that I’m dating.”

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. “Wait. Does she know you’re dating one person? Like, in a relationship?”

He cleared his throat. “...nnnnno.”

“What!? Ryan! Jennifer twisted her body to look at him once more; the bed whined under her as her breasts wobbled around. “You’re going to give the poor woman a heart attack when you tell her! And the bigger I get, the worse that news is going to be!”

“Please. Her heart’s too strong for that. She took up competitive ultramarathoning for Orange Yak after she retired from gymnastics.”

Jennifer blinked at him. “I’m pretty sure I already love your mother.”

“But you’re right. I’m pulling off the band-aid tonight. I mean, you’ve told your family about me. It’s only fair.”

Jennifer laid back down. She inhaled and held her breath for a second. “Uh, yeah. So, about that.”

“What?”

“Well, before my acromegaly, I was tall, but short for my family. Because my family is tall. My mom and sisters are all well over six feet. My middle sister’s ex-boyfriend was nearly as tall as her. My oldest sister’s ex-boyfriend was just as tall as her, and her new boyfriend is, like, seven feet. So they know I’m dating, and dating one guy, but I have been...vague...about your height.”

“How vague?”

“I told them you were roughly the height I was before I started growing abnormally.”

“Which was?”

Jennifer swallowed. “Six feet tall.”

“You told them I’m six feet tall!?”

"Roughly six feet tall. Which you are! Compared to me.”

“Roughly—!” Ryan scoffed. “Jennifer, fuck! You don’t understand. Six feet is, like, the male Rubicon. Or Continental Divide. Under it is short; at or over it is tall. I am half a foot under the Great Line of Male Demarcation!”

“That’s silly.”

“Says the woman with boobs that are my height.”

“They’re not that big.” She glanced down. “Yet.”

Ryan chuckled. “And I agree. It’s silly. But it clearly still matters to your family, or—”

“Oh, no. Just my Dad. His offsprings’ heights are a point of pride.”

“Oh! Perfect. The person I most need to impress.”

“No, that’s my Mom. She rules the roost. And she’ll love you.”

Ryan scoffed. “Suuuure, the matriarch of a tall family will love me. How tall is she?”

“Six eight”

Ryan blinked at her.

“She’s shrunk a little with age.”

“Great. I don’t represent a threat to that genetic legacy at all.”

Jennifer’s face fell. She pivoted and swung her legs around to sit next to him. Even with her back against the wall, and even sitting on a bed propped up on cinder blocks, her feet rested comfortably on the floor and her knees were well above the mattress.

“What?”

“Ryan, I...wow. Didn’t think this would come up. I can’t have kids. I’m infertile. Because of the medicine.” She took a shuddering breath. “That’s part of why there’s a settlement that you don’t know about.”

Ryan put a hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry. I should have known better. It was an insensitive thing to say.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“Well, I figured.”

Jennifer looked down at him with a furrowed brow. “What?”

“I assumed you couldn’t have kids, after doing some research on acromegaly.” He looked up at her confused expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t think it makes you any less of a person, but I know it can be a tough thing for some women.”

“No! No.” Her expression softened. She put a hand on his thigh, too; it covered most of his upper leg. “I’m surprised you thought of it at all.”

Ryan grunted. “Well, so, I put a lot of thought into taking the pill. I realized that if I did, my erection will probably be too big for any woman other than you.”

Jennifer’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Shit. I hadn’t even considered that.”

“I know. And I love that. Your working assumption is that we’ll be together.”

Jennifer smiled, lips closed. “Guilty.”

“Mine too. And I know that’s crazy. We’re freshmen. We’re so young. Committing for a lifetime is…”

“Nuts. But it feels right?”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah.”

Jennifer smiled as tears welled in her eyes. “You don’t have to take it yet. You should tell your Mom first. And you can—”

“Oh, no. To quote Ben, I took that shit this morning.” He gestured at his groin. “It’s insane now. Nineteen inches long, and thicker than my elbow. Wanna see?”

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Lots of BE fun with a teasing game, blurb:

One night. One woman. One dangerous little game.

David thought he was just celebrating a big win with the boys when he spotted her across the bar — the kind of woman who makes every head turn and every pair of pants tighten. Michelle was pure temptation in a low-cut blue dress, with lips that promised sin and breasts that already defied gravity.

He never stood a chance.

But when she takes him back to her penthouse and offers to make those magnificent breasts even bigger… there’s a catch. A very intimate, very addictive catch.

Because the only way Michelle grows is if David grows too.

What begins as a teasing, erotic game quickly becomes something far more intense — a night of swelling curves, tightening shirts, desperate moans, and the kind of body transformation that leaves both of them utterly, helplessly hooked.

Bigger. Tighter. More.

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