------ Chapter 12 ------

           We conversed on her couch for several hours, with Ms. Bianchi questioning me about my “home” universe. To me, the whole evening seemed surreal. It was almost like I was on a date with this goddess, yet she did her best to keep the banter fairly professional. Ms. Bianchi went so far as to grab some paper to keep notes, jotting down various responses that interested her. Perhaps I was wishing for something that wasn’t there, but the whole evening’s discussion seemingly had this false veneer of professional, scholarly research obfuscating a genuine interest. I’d never been super in-tune with the ladies, but I could tell something about me sparked her intellectual curiosity. My female questioner was doing her best to hide it, but I felt I was picking up on some tell tale signs of possible romantic interest.

           Eventually the discussion relaxed, some of the initial walls came down, and I began to ask questions of Ms. Bianchi myself.

           “So far all we’ve done is talked about where I came from, and obviously our worlds are very different. I guess I’d like to know a little bit about this place, Ms. Bianchi.”

           The woman gave a quirky smile at my sudden interest. “What is it you want to know?” She lowered her notepad and squinted at me. “And feel free to call me Nina.”

           My heart fluttered as she focused in on me. Under her gaze, I felt like I was being examined through a microscope.

          “Women here are significantly taller than what I’m used to. If you don’t mind me asking, exactly how tall are you Nina?”

          Barely able to conceal her pride, my teacher puffed out her bust and announced she was “32 feet tall, and still growing.”

         I balked at her answer. Currently, the largest woman I knew was my own mother, who was probably around 20 feet tall. Nina was a giantess in a world of giantesses.

          “You’re still growing?” I could hardly contain my welling curiosity.

         “Of course! Women never stop growing, and there are products to help them.” Nina grinned with amusement at my apparent ignorance.

          Products? “You mean there are things you can buy to make you grow?”

          “Yes. They’re quite expensive, so only the really wealthy can afford them.”

          “Would you use those products if you could Nina?” I had to ask.

          “Silly Dean, I do use them… when I can get them!” She smiled coyly at me. Interestingly, her expression was very familiar to me. It was the same look older women made when you tried to guess their age and came up short.

          I let her statement settle in for a bit. The company that made these products was probably rolling in the dough by now, as millions of women shelled out countless fortunes for the chance to grow just a little taller.

          “Who’s the largest woman in the world?” I asked.

          Nina leaned back and raised an eyebrow, “Madame President.”

          It seemed to make sense that the biggest woman would be the one in charge.  “And how tall is she?”

          “About 50 feet now, give or take.” She sighed. I sensed a thinly veiled envy in her voice.

          “That’s absolutely gargantuan.” I flopped to my seat in awe, trying to wrap my brain around just how big that truly was. I tried to picture a woman three times the size of my mother, or about twice the size of Ms. Bianchi. Madame President’s foot was probably longer than I was tall. Undoubtedly, she was incredibly powerful, basically a goddess in her own right. On one hand, I’d hate to run across her simply because I’d be afraid a woman that big might step on me without even realizing it, yet on the other hand I was curious to experience what it would be like to be in the presence of a woman with that kind of power. Since being transported to this new realm, I could feel myself starting to develop a strange new taste for larger women. There was something sexually alluring, something absolutely thrilling about being around or with women with the power to snuff you out simply by stepping, sitting in the wrong spot, or just generally being careless. It made a man particularly attentive to the massive ladies around him, if only because it was essential for his survival. It felt good to be attentive, to be more mindful.

            As I pondered this thought, Nina got up to leave, causing the cushion to forcefully rebound to its natural position. As she rose, I gazed up at her massive, sensual buttocks as she sauntered back into the kitchen to mix herself another drink. The feminine sway of her taut cheeks caused a significant stirring in my loins. I think at that moment I came to terms with the fact that a giant woman was still a woman, and I definitely realized that larger, more enhanced women certainly had more to offer than I had previously thought. As I listened to the mountainous Nina Bianchi prepare her drink from the other room, I began to seriously wonder for the first time what sexual relations would be like with her at her size. Would it be dangerous? Undoubtedly. But if the she was careful enough it would probably be pretty enjoyable.   

          With rumbling footfalls, she came back into the living room and sat down again, kicking off her heels. In one hand, she held another mixed drink, and in the other was a small packet, almost like a sugar packet. On it was written “Growth-Rite, female growth supplement.”

          She tore the package open and poured the contents into her drink, swirled it around to mix it in. Nina noticed my curiosity.

          “See?” she pointed to the label, “I try to take some at least once a year, but it’s so expensive. It takes a while to kick in, but it really does work.”

          She took a good long pull and sighed before melting into the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table. I could tell the alcohol she’d drank earlier was taking effect, as her body language signaled that she was ready to relax for the night and take it easy. The woman leaned back with her eyes closed for a second.

          I glanced across the chasm between the couch and the coffee table to where Nina’s bare feet were resting and thought of a way I could make myself useful, and perhaps win some points with my new owner. Carefully, I stood up.

          “Hold still Nina, I’m going to help you relax.”

          She opened one suspicious eye and cocked an eyebrow as she watched me move across the cushion, and up onto her thigh. Teetering carefully, I performed the necessary balancing act to cross the chasm between the couch and the table by using the length of Nina’s legs like a bridge. I found the mound of her knees difficult to traverse, but before long I was on the glass top of the coffee table.

          My teacher watched me with quizzical curiosity as I sized up her feet, circling around them to get a sense of how to go about with my plan. I had never laid eyes on feet so big, so massaging them would present a challenge.

          A single foot looked as large as a refrigerator, and was probably as heavy. At nearly five feet tall and just over two feet wide, rubbing Nina’s foot would be difficult work, and I wondered if she would even feel my efforts. Her big toe alone was about the size of a basketball, and her other toes were equivalent to softballs. Gingerly, I touched her pink painted toes with one hand. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a faint smile spreading across Nina’s lips as she registered my touch.

            Seeing her encouraging look, I got right to working rubbing her toes. I ran my hands over the soft arch of her foot, worked my way in between her toes and in the crevices. Surprisingly, and much to my relief, I discovered that her feet did not have an overpowering or foul odor, despite being cramped in her heels all day. If anything, they had a faintly feminine, delightful smell that I found absolutely entrancing.

            Her soles, soft and padded, showed slight tell tale signs of age but remained pliable and supple. Overall, her feet were very well taken care of; clean and attractive, the sexy mature feet of a thirty-something woman who took care to look after herself. I stroked the toes of my new “owner” and felt a warm feeling in my stomach as she relaxed. Her face beamed with a pleasant glow, her eyes went half lidded, and she let out a deep sigh as all the stress melted out of her being. It felt great to have that effect on her. I put more effort into my massage, more eager than ever to please this goddess of mine, this woman to which I was enamored.

            As I worked my tiny body against her sole, I began to feel something. An odd warmth overtook Nina, and her rate of breathing increased slightly. I pressed my entire body against her balmy foot to better sense what was happening. As I did this, I could feel the temperature increasing, and then the expanding started.

            Her foot grew slowly at first, almost imperceptibly so. The skin on the woman’s thick sole rasped slowly against my own skin, expanding in all directions. I clasped my hand on one of her toes to hang on, and I could feel the growing foot pulling me in the air as it lengthened. Ms. Bianchi gasped, slamming her hands against the couch to brace herself as the effects of the Growth-Rite took hold.

            The couch creaked as she gained weight. The sides of her butt flowed over the cushions, taking up more and more room. Her beautiful head rose up, crawling ever so slightly upwards towards the ceiling, and her clothes stretched tightly against her voluptuous form. Large globular breasts struggled against the flimsy fabric of her bra, easily pouring out of the now far-too-small cups. With sudden force, the first few buttons on her poor shirt popped open, giving way as it was unable to contain her growing bosom any further.

            “Yessssss…” Nina huffed, her eyes clenched shut, a pleasurable snarl spread across her sexy lips. “That’s it…”

            Her rounded, curvaceous form expanded, becoming curvier as her hips and thighs thickened. In a daze, Nina tilted her head backwards, enjoying the growth and basking in the experience. Her bosom was pressed into the air, her breasts inflating ever so slightly, becoming much rounded and fuller. Her large tennis ball sized nipples struggled against her taut shirt as more of her cavernous cleavage was exposed. The woman’s entire frame had elongated, but her proportions actually increased as well. The load bearing muscles on her body grew larger and firmer, thickening ever so slightly to accommodate the increased mass. It had the effect of making her somehow seem even more womanly.

            I watched the entire process in disbelief, scantly blinking as this amazing transformation took place. The erotic display had an effect on me in other areas as well. The goddess’ chest heaved as her heart raced, and I spotted her hand draped over the valley of her crotch. Her fingers moved in small, tender circles, and I noticed the beginnings of wet stain forming in her black pants. Nina’s growth was an orgasmic experience for her, and I felt supremely grateful to have been able to witness it. At that moment, I completely forgot all the terrible differences between my old reality and this one, and for the first time felt as if I might enjoy staying here.

            Finished, Nina’s head tilted forward, and her black hair cascaded over her gorgeous face. Even her hair seemed longer, more voluminous. My teacher continued stroking herself, and her eyes locked with mine.

            “Too bad that’s over.” Her carnal gaze fixated on me, her eyes mentally undressing me. She spoke slowly, her voice lowered to a sultry growl.  “I rather like that part. There’s something about becoming larger, more dominant… it’s really quite the turn on. I like knowing that I can have any man, anytime I want. Knowing that I have immense power over him, power that he could never achieve or ever hope to achieve. And now, I’ve gained even more power over him.” She bit her lower lip before continuing.

            “I think… a woman like myself deserves a bit of a reward for growing so much, don’t you?”

            I nodded vigorously, my mind having gone blank under her predatory gaze.

            “Do you think there is anything you can do to help?” Her eyebrow shot up and she smiled haughtily. She certainly was enjoying playing with me.

            “Yes Nina. I would love to help you.” The words spilled out of my mouth.

            “Good.” With that, she tore her capri pants and panties open at the crotch, exposing her engorged lady parts to me. “Get to work then.”

            I walked back across the chasm between the coffee table and the couch. Navigating across her now longer and thicker legs was a bit easier than before.

            My teacher’s fingers slid over her pubic mound, splitting her massive labia open and exposing her clitoris. My felt my face go flush and my eyes widened. What exactly did she want me to do?

            “Do you need me to give you an anatomy lesson, or do you just want me to take it from here?” She asked from on high, a hint of amusement in her voice. She didn’t even wait for an answer before responding to her own question.

            “What a silly question, we both know I’m in control here.” With that, her free hand cupped the back of my head and tenderly lowered my face into her crotch. The musky scent and heat of her vagina washed over me as I got closer. As Nina pressed me into the pink slickness, her hips bucked upwards to accept me.

            I placed my hands on the sides of her inner thighs to brace myself. This was really happening! The thick, hot walls of her labia pressed against my face, and Nina’s huge fingers maneuvered my head over her vulva. She placed me how she wanted, her hips gyrating ever so slightly into my face. I licked the gigantic, sticky pussy and discovered the taste wasn’t unbearable. With more vigor, I began to explore her crevasse with my tongue.

            I felt one of Nina’s long fingers slide down my back and under my belt. With a gentle pull she tugged my pants and boxers off, and in another second had removed my shirt in a similar fashion. Completely nude, I continued to service her as best I could while she undressed me. I loved her pussy, worshiped it. I wanted to bathe in her juices, to bask in her gloriously slick, wet pinkness. I wanted her womanhood to envelop me, to surround my body and squeeze me in an oppressive embrace.

            I pulled at her lips, spreading them further as I licked and rubbed furiously. The hot vagina responded to my touch, widening ever so slightly but still remaining taut. I couldn’t see Ms. Bianchi’s face, but I could hear her making strange noises, ranging from low feminine grunts to small pleasurable squeaks. Her breathing was got heavier and heavier the more I pressed against her.

            Rubbing her walls enthusiastically, I got her to widen even more for me. Her pussy produced more juices, lubricating her sheath in anticipation. I planted my doll-sized face against her clit and began eating it out furiously. I even nibbled the engorged pink mound gently, driving my giantess mad as I teased her. I continued working on her until she let out a frustrated grunt of exasperation. Her fingers tightened around me hard, crushing me in aggravation as she suddenly held me up to her face.

            “Get IN me already.” The goddess growled, flashing me a look that said she was thoroughly done playing.

            With both hands, she lined my body up and plunged me feet first into her wetness. A satisfied sigh left her lips as she sheathed me. Starting slowly at first, she worked me in and out, at times nearly burying me up to my chest inside her. Her pink painted thumb spanned my chest, while her other fingers cradled my torso, clenching me as tightly as she could as she increased the tempo. There was nothing I could do but enjoy the ride. At times I could actually gaze up at her, and the view was fantastic. Ms. Bianchi’s torso spanned out before me like a landscape, her taut stomach muscles creating sexy little hills before the massive, jiggly mountains that were her breasts dominated the distant horizon. Peaked with puffy, erect nipples they bounced and lolled as she fucked, crashing against her sweat soaked chest like impossibly heavy boulders. The weighty, fleshy globes made powerful thundering sounds as they smacked against the sweaty underside of her chest, and I felt sure that if one landed on me I would be crushed instantly by their glorious mass. Peaking between her valley-like cleavage, I caught glimpses of her beautiful face, as large as the sun. Her eyes closed in rapture; her expression was one of complete sexual bliss.

            Nina worked me like a human dildo, ramrodding me deeper and deeper into her until we both climaxed. Of course, her orgasm was much more powerful and noticeable than mine was. She held back a choking gasp as her strong pussy muscles quivered, wracking my body over and over with her gigantic vibrations. Eventually, the waves of pleasure subsided, and her grip on me relaxed. We sat in silence for several minutes, as I listened to her catch her breath.

            Eventually, she spoke candidly. “Good. That was good.”

            A few more deep breaths.

            “I love being huge. I need to go bigger.”