Elise

The sounds of breakfast being made downstairs woke me from a sound slumber.  Bright sunlight trailing the closet door told me that I’d overslept again.  Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I hopped out of bed, anxious to conduct the first step in my morning ritual - checking myself for bodily changes. 

Staring at the full-length mirror - though maybe not quite as "full-length" as it used to be - I let out the breath was holding as I found I hadn’t grown noticeably overnight. Still just shy of 7 ft then.  The large growth spurt I had experienced with Alex a couple weeks ago seemed to have halted some of my changes, luckily.  Still, as much as it pained me that my own body was acting against my wishes, I had to admire the figure staring back at me in the mirror.

Alex.  Removing my pajamas to dress, I looked at myself and my mind wandered, imagining his hands tracing my curves upward to rest on my full breasts.  God, they really were huge.  Not just because I was a 7' freak, either.  Were they larger than yesterday?  Difficult to say without my bra to provide a more objective yardstick, but given Alex's card-carrying boob man status, I certainly hoped so.  I let my fingertips play lightly across the bumps of my areola, barely skimming the tips of my nipples, transporting me back to that wonderful time with Alex.  I stood a moment touching myself while savoring the memories.   

Aside from a brief, almost torturous visit for dinner and dessert with the family, we hadn't seen each other in person since that day.  My heart leapt at seeing him for dinner, but that night held nothing but frustration as Mom and Dad endlessly peppered him with questions about college, leaving us no opportunity for one-on-one time.  I was dying to talk to him to define our new relationship, given what had occurred.  Were we still just best friends, best friends with benefits, or something more?  The fact that I was ready to throw in the towel on dating and commit to him for the rest of my life was certainly nothing new, but my sexual attraction to him lately was fierce, almost irresistible.  It scared me a little, so I had been waiting for him to approach me rather than taking the initiative myself.

My hand subconsciously slid down between my legs as I thought of him and idly stroked my sensitive nub.  My libido was still incredibly charged, but at least the spontaneous orgasms had stopped along with the growth.  I daydreamed about holding his smaller body to my breast and never letting go.  The thought of his winter break ending in a few short weeks gave me a chill in my stomach.

As I rifled through my closet looking for something to wear to work today, I remembered my recent trip to the mall for new clothes.  Mom had insisted on taking me to get something more professional after my last growth. 

"Not every occasion calls for stretch pants and clingy sweaters, Elise." she had admonished. At least she helped me cover the costs.  Dad was pretty stoked that I hadn't grown much in the last couple weeks, and I'm sure he was crossing his fingers that it would hold out.  I hadn't thought about it from his perspective, but if this kept going, it could be expensive. Being tall was one thing, but what would happen when I got to the point where I couldn't fit in a car, or on a plane.  At least I wasn’t alone in facing this; surely someone in government was thinking through the logistics.

I always hated going to crowded places, and my recent growth had left me even more of a freak.  I guess I hadn't been to the mall in a little while though, because this time I saw a lot of other tall women out and about as well.  Several were even taller than I was. 

I recalled spending the entire time thinking about what kinds of styles and colors Alex liked best. The effect I had on him with my nearness was clear from before, but I needed a look that would keep him aflame for me as he went about his day. Needless to say, everything I left the store with emphasized my curvaceous figure as much as possible.

Our undefined relationship was a thorn in my mind that I couldn't help but pick at, so I resolved to suppress my libido and meet him for a candid chat to see if we could have a future together.  We could make it work; his school was only 90 minutes away.  Lots of couples managed such a relationship. 

Still, I knew Alex; he could react badly if he felt pushed. I'd seen him quickly go from crushing on to avoiding Sandy Marshall in high school when she turned out to be too clingy and demanding.  Showered and dressed, I bounced down the stairs with a new sense of purpose and got ready to head to work.

Alex

As I flipped off the morning news to head into the city, I reflected on the story of the day - another protest was being held by small business owners in response to recent legislation granting discrimination protection to infected women. 

I hadn't thought much about the challenges that these women must face in a world designed for people a fraction of their size, but my recent chat with Elise had opened my eyes.  My newfound appreciation for this demographic made me realize that things were really changing.

New mandatory blood tests showed that nearly one out of three women were now infected, and the epidemic showed no signs of slowing.  Though many are not showing symptoms yet, the median height of all infected women was now 6'6" and rising. Since it seemed that the virus would not be easily expunged, a special congressional fund had been established to alleviate some of the hardships that infected women were now facing. 

Allowances were being made for infrastructure.  Infected women's rights groups were currently lobbying to increase the current standard public seat width as well as door and ceiling heights for new construction, which many felt to be overly confining.  Clothing manufacturers had already worked up special product lines to pander to larger women, additional portion sizes were being offered by restaurants, and automakers were eying new vehicle designs to accommodate larger occupants.

Some believed that this problem would not be solved by anything short of a starting anew, designing and building infrastructure from the ground up with larger individuals in mind.  Entrepreneurs and venture capitalists were already pursuing the concept with new women's communities that were currently in the planning stages.  One thing was certain, change was here, and it wasn't slowing down anytime soon.

My mind was still reeling from my encounter with El a couple weeks ago. Sex was nothing new for me, but my time with Elise thrilled me in ways I had never experienced. My undeniable attraction to her developing body made me see her in a completely new light, but the big surprise was how much her size excited me. 

I deeply sympathized with her plight as a pariah in the changing world, and wanted to provide comfort. Over the last week, I must have picked up the phone to call her five times, but hung up each time instead.  I wanted to see her again.  To go biking together, go to the movies, or just sit on a bench at the mall eating soft pretzels and people-watching. But turmoil had me in its grip.  I had had more than a few relationships go south after sex was introduced, and it paralyzed me for fear of what it might do to El and I. 

I didn't want to use my best friend, and couldn't help thinking that my underlying motivation for all of it was the sex.  It consumed me.  Unfortunately, it didn’t help that I found myself thinking of sex even more than usual after seeing her.  And not just with Elise, but many women.  Strangely though, it was only tall women that really turned me on.  It was as if something had flipped my libido into high gear with our encounter.  Despite my growing feelings for Elise, with my desires in their heightened state, I feared I would hurt her emotionally.  A relationship just didn't seem possible at this point.

Still, I imagined her towering form next to me as I went about my daily life.  How tall she would look beside me in the shower as I looked up 5-6 inches to the shower head she would have to crouch to fit under.  Or seeing the stark juxtaposition of our heights as I passed by the indicators next to the door at the local 7-11.  Each thought titillated me with the promise that our height gap would only widen in the future.

Of course, I didn't always need to imagine.  Larger women were everywhere now.  A fact I was reminded presently as I walked onto the Metro and took in a woman who struggled to stand fully upright given the height of the ceiling.  She must have been over eight feet tall!  Though she was facing the other side of the train, her sharp navy colored skirt suit might have been Neoprene for all it hugged her body, and I could tell from the way it bulged slightly here and there that it had been fitted to her when she was slightly smaller. 

The woman had soft brown hair with blond highlights that fell just below her shoulders in a girlish, yet professional style.  Her fitted suit emphasized her waspish waist and contrasted it with her flared hips.  Though she carried a perfect hourglass figure for her size, I noticed that her waist was nearly as wide as mine.  

As she momentarily turned to the side, I was treated to a view of her mouth-watering bust line; one that would forever prevent the lapels of her blazer from lying flat.  Her upper half was beautifully balanced by her heavenly ass.  Pert and shapely from the rear, the view in profile was even more delectable.  The curve where her lower back met her firm, high ass cheeks was so sublime that I almost reached out to follow it with my hand.  Given what she would probably do to me in the face of unwanted contact like that, I was very glad I caught myself.

Her pencil skirt showed no panty line, and ended just above her knees, which gave me a fantastic view of flawless, lightly muscled calves only a runner could have.  It’s doubtful she’s really a runner with that bosom though, I mused, but I’ll be damned if that wouldn’t be a fine sight.  Tanned skin in this season betrayed the pride she took in her appearance.  I couldn't help but stare as the doors closed behind me. 

As my body responded to the womanly perfection before me, I tried to clamp down on my raging sexuality.  With her size and the narrow train car, I imagined the close up view I would have of those glorious mountains if she turned around, the peaks of which were almost exactly level with my eyes.  This woman would make tractor trailer mud flaps jealous...

Trying to control my burgeoning erection, I turned to face the windows of the train, realizing that she and I were alone on the train car aside from a vagrant sheltering in the warmth.  The bum appeared to be sleeping, but I detected glances in the giantess’ direction from the neighboring car through the glass doors. 

I tried to visualize professional bowlers to subdue my licentious thoughts, but the subconscious mind is powerful, and kept drawing me back to the eight foot bombshell just oozing sexuality not three feet away.  As the train accelerated and the air stilled, I started to detect a sweet smell.  It was barely distinguishable above the faintly malodorous scent of the train upholstery, but something lovely lurked there, wafting to me just enough to perceive.  Trying to identify the aroma, I focused on it, but it defied description - I was only able to say that it was sweet, like some kind of melon, but with something else that lent it a tang.  It was...compelling. Something about it stirred me to my core and awoke something within me.  With the largely empty car, the woman next to me could be the only source of the scent...  Hadn't I smelled something when I was near Elise last time? 

She was using her phone with two hands, seemingly frustrated at the trouble she was having.  She sighed loudly as she must have struggled with interface given the size of the device - the largest 6 inch model I knew of - and her large, though shapely, fingers. She switched it off, and I caught her muttering something about "tiny fucking phones".

Before I knew what I was doing, I butted in, "they make styluses for those you know." She quickly turned to face me.  Whoops.  What the hell was I doing teasing the giantess?  I looked way up to her face.  God, she was massive, but I was floored by her beauty.  She was stunning.  Flawless skin gave her the look of a mid-late 20 something, but her eyes and high quality tailored suit painted her as older.  Every feature was in perfect proportion to her body.  She wore a pair of dark frame librarian-style glasses that showcased her vivid green eyes, dark mascara lending her a dramatic look. Her thick, pouting lips were bright red and looked almost wet.  Involuntarily, my gaze slipped from her face to the gargantuan pair of breasts - each easily the size of a basketball - staring right at my face.

She looked down at me over her nose and those luscious lips curled into a smirk, not ashamed in the least at overtly checking out my form.  Standing so close, she had to really crane her neck to take in all of me.  I know I'm nothing special, but I do OK with the fair sex on my looks alone.  Better than average height, bright blue eyes, moderate build, decently broad shoulders; I exercise pretty regularly and go easy on the beer and snacks.

In a throaty contralto, she chuckled and said, "Finally, someone with some balls."

My blatant ogling interrupted, I finally caught what she said.  I looked back up to her face, suspecting she was busting me on my leering, though she didn’t appear angry… Strange.

"W-what?" I stammered.

She nodded toward the other train.  "I get that all the time.  Glares, whispers.  Can you imagine, intimidated by little old me?" she said as she tilted her head to the side and affected innocence.

"Ah, fuck em.  It's not my fault I'm this size."  She seemed to brush off their stares and actually stepped closer to tower over me.  Her tits were now inches away from my face, and I could see little else, though I tried to track her face.

"So what's your story little man?  Not afraid I'll take you home and make you my slave?" she asked playfully.

Ok, NOW I was intimidated.  I had never stood so close to someone this size before, and my mind ran through what I said to her to get her attention.  I cringed slightly, but I got distracted by the sweet smell from earlier.  Clearly coming from this woman, it was much stronger now, and for some reason it was driving me a little crazy with lust.  As my body responded, she looked like she was about to say something else, but cut herself off, instead inhaling deeply right above me.  Whatever it was she got a whiff of seemed to be pleasant, since she closed her eyes and shivered slightly, her face taking on a rapturous look.

As she stood there just breathing in my scent - I couldn't think of what else it might have been - for a few moments longer, her body started to react. The bit of her chest I could see above her blouse became flushed and she started to shift her legs together, quivering from the effect she was suffering from.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.  "Mmmmm, that's niiiice." Somewhere between moaning and vocalizing, her voice made me shiver. She moved even closer and I had to lean back slightly to avoid touching her breast with my face. Resting her large right hand on my left shoulder, her long fingers covered the upper part of my back.  She started rubbing my upper back with her hand.

"Where are you headed...?"

Guessing she was asking my name, I replied,

"Alex.  And I'm heading downtown to meet up with a friend.  We have plans."  Her body language was screaming that she wanted me to cancel my plans and go with her.  My own body was yelling at me to do just that.

She adopted a pout, and actually reached down with her left hand and placed it over the bulge in my jeans, having to bend over slightly in the process to reach my waist.  She started to massage there too.  Holy shit, I met this woman a minute ago (literally) and her hand is on my dick... In public.  Wow, that feels… so…good.

"What if you cancelled?  I could show you some sights here you've never seen before.  I promise you a good time."

"I'm Ash, by the way."

Somehow I managed to back away slightly as she attended both my back and my cock.  The back of my legs bumped the seats behind me and I licked my lips, eyes glued to the sight of her blazer filled nearly to bursting with her titanic assets.  Mentally, I applauded the single button barely keeping it together; that thing must be the hardest working button I've ever seen on a garment.

Still staring at the succulent fruit she seemed to be offering, I figured the only way I was getting out of this without willingly signing over my soul to this succubus right on the spot – something I was increasingly inclined to do - was to start talking and distract myself until I could exit the train.

"That's a very...f-flattering offer, but this is the only day he's got off work, and I head back to college in a week and a half.  I’m a pre-med major there, you know.  It's been a long time since we caught up, so I should really go."  I rambled, but she looked thoroughly unconvinced.

I shifted to the side, detaching myself from her glorious ministrations.  Despite my words, I could feel the huge wet spot on my leg where my cock was already in full-on warm up mode trying to get me ready for her.  My sex was begging for release, but warning sirens were sounding in my head.  I’d heard reports of men being abducted by infected women to gratify uncontrollable sexual urges, but female rape was such a new thing most didn’t take it seriously.  Now, with the commanding woman standing before me, I was legitimately concerned by her earlier comment about taking me home and enslaving me.

She relented in pursuing me bodily, but she wasn't ready to let me get out of her web just yet. 

"You suuuure?" she purred.  “Let’s see what I can do to convince you.”

"I can tell you like what you see."  Ash cupped her huge tits in her hands and rubbed them slowly.  "They're all real, and begging for you to play with them."  She inhaled deeply and arched her back, closing her eyes as if in a state of euphoria. 

My eyes bulged as the biggest mounds I'd ever seen on a woman seemed to grow even larger, thrusting from her chest and threatening to erupt from the confines of her blazer.  Twin points appeared in the fine wool of her jacket as she did so, lending credence to her assurances.

She leaned down and cupped one large hand to my right cheek.  Noticing that it covered nearly half of the side of my face, I closed my eyes briefly as I relished her supple touch on my skin.  Her hand was cool and incredibly soft.  My resistance was waning fast when she whispered into my left ear, shifting her hips as her ardor mounted. 

"I'm sooooo wet for you right now.  I need that inside me" she said, glancing down at my package, which was waging war with the confines of my jeans.  Her breath smelled of mint and was warm on my ear.  Was this woman real?  I thought this level of perfection couldn’t be found outside of erotica.  My mind was in a fog, but the thought of sex with Elise brought me around.

Elise.  Shit, I don't even know what we have together.  What if she thinks we're a couple now?  It's probably a safe bet after what we shared.  Fuck, I knew I should have cleared things up with her.  She'd be crushed if I let some high power sex goddess ravage me at her downtown penthouse all day. 

Luckily, I heard the garbled message from the conductor indicating the next stop was coming up soon.  Mustering willpower I didn’t realize I possessed, I edged toward the door.

Cursing myself for my stupidity, I responded,

"Ash, you have no idea how tempted I am, but I'm sort of with someone right now, and I don't want her to get hurt.  You're a vision of beauty such as I have never seen, and were it any other time... well, I don't want to go down that line of thought or I won't make it out of here, but I should really go."

The grin on her face faded away, replaced with a tiny frown. 

"Fine" she huffed.  "I guess that's commendable."

Suddenly, she adopted an all-business look and continued, "But here's what's going to happen.  I'm going to give you my phone number."  She took out a business card from a slim case she had in her purse and started writing on the back.

"You're going to call me with a convenient time and place that I can meet up with your girlfriend, and I will come set this straight with her."  She finished writing and handed me the card.

Her demeanor turned cold, and she exuded a sense of power and control as she locked her piercing green stare on me, saying, “Don’t mistake me, I will have you, regardless of your… situation”  She leaned in slightly and redoubled the intensity of her glare, “I always get what I want.”

Her frightening bearing disappeared as quickly as it had come.  "She's infected, isn't she?...  Your girlfriend."

What?  "Yeah...how'd you know?" I said suspiciously.

"It's your scent.  It's very rare for men to emit it.  Something like 1 in 5000 infected males do.  I'd not met one before you, but this must be it.  I've used my not-insignificant means to learn all I can about this virus, and my knowledge is extensive. 

Whether you like it or not, you will continue to lure infected women with the pheromones you emit, and their potency is enhanced if you've had sexual contact with a female infected.  The way your pheromones overwhelmed my control, I would have been shocked if you hadn't."

Now this was getting interesting.  Why hadn't I learned of these things in my research?  Why wasn't the news reporting this stuff?  Not even the information I had learned at college had hinted at this.  Then again, the research community did seem focused on the female population much more so than the male… 

As my stop neared, my mind reeled with all the questions I wanted to ask her.

Wait...male infected?  "Did you say 'male infected'?  As in, me?"  I was incredulous.  How the hell would I have gotten the virus?

"Yes, it's the only explanation" she countered.  “I will only say more when you call.  If that’s not enough incentive, then take this with you…” 

This time the sexy giantess brooked no refusal as she crouched slightly and encircled me with her arms, crushing her enormous bosom into my upper chest and shoulders.  I felt puny as I noticed that each of her breasts was more than half the width of my chest.  Her face drew inexorably closer to mine from directly above as I craned my neck up to see her. 

Without thinking, my hands involuntarily went to rest on her transcendent ass directly across from my ribcage, and I luxuriated in the feel of the swells of the firm upper glutes that I had fantasized about minutes ago.  As her plush lips finally met mine, my mouth was engulfed, her face so large that she occupied a good deal of my peripheral vision. Her lips were as soft as silk and tasted as sweet as strawberries in May. 

With so little presence of mind, I’m not sure how long we held our kiss, but it was simple and light; no tongue.  A promise of what could be.  It had the intended effect - the experience burned itself indelibly into my brain, and my mind refused to function as she shoved me out the open train door and sped off.