“Hey Pete, how tall are you?” 

“Huh?” I looked down at my sister Piper, caught off guard by the sudden question. We were sitting on the living room couch watching some movie late at night. Both of us were in what could be described as pajamas though really they were just old clothes no longer fit for wearing in public. 

“Why do you wanna know?” I shot back. I wasn’t sure why I was avoiding the question but something about how Piper was looking at me was giving me the creeps. This wasn’t helped by her response of breaking into a wide, narrow-eyed grin. 

“Oh no reason, just I think I’ve hit my growth spurt and was wondering how much I had to grow to catch up to you.” 

“Ha, yeah good luck short-stack.” I tried to laugh her comment off but something was nagging at the recesses of my mind. I turned back to the movie but eyed Piper from my periphery. She wasn’t lying. I had noticed that she seemed a bit taller recently and the once loose sweatpants and T-shirt I had passed down to her were looking pretty tight. She’d just turned 13 so it was to be expected. But as a boy nearly 4 years her senior (depending on the time of year) there was no way she’d ever be as tall or taller than me...right? 

Although, our mom was pretty tall for a woman. 5’11, and our dad was only 5’8. It wasn’t inconceivable that she could take after mom and I would take after dad. No, no, our dad’s brother was nearly 6’4 and mom's older sister was just 5’7. I had just as much of a chance to be the taller one.  

“Hey come on, how tall are you?” Piper was pestering me again, nudging my shoulder to get my attention. 

“Geeze fine, I’m 5’9 and a bit. Now will you lay off?” I gently pushed her so she fell away across the sofa. 

“Huuuuh, that’s all?” She was grinning even wider. “I’m definitely gonna be taller than you soon bro.” 

“Yeah, as if. You’re, what, 5’4 in shoes? Keep dreaming.” 

“Nuh-uh! I’m 5’7! Nearly the same as dad!” Piper stood up and folded her arms. Glaring down at me. 

“No way you’re almost as tall as dad! You’re 13, get over yourself!” 

“Are you high or something dude? I’m 14. And I’m not “almost” as tall as dad, we're the exact same.” This caught me off guard again.

“Since when are you 14? I’m nearly 17 and you're like 4 years younger than me.” 

“Am too! You just have a shitty memory!” Piper moved to stand between me and the TV, blocking my view. I was about to push her out of the way again but something caught my eye. I wasn’t sure what it was so I sat back slightly and looked Piper over slowly. I couldn’t be sure, it might have been a trick of the light or the low angle, but she looked….older. The difference was subtle. A slightly curvier frame, longer legs and other little things. The old clothes she was wearing looked even smaller on her. The T-shirt clung to her upper body, accentuating her budding breasts and leaving a small portion of her midsection uncovered. Her sweatpants ended just above her ankles and were stretched smooth over her toned legs. I shook my head and sat all the way back. 

“Whatever, there’s still now way you’re 5’8.” I tried to dismiss her, hoping she’d give in. 

“You’re right I’m not 5’8, I’m 5’9, I measured myself this morning.”

“Joke’s over Pip’, stop making shit up.” I was overtly ignoring her now, looking anywhere but directly at her. 

“Fine. Stand up.” 

“W-what?”

“Stand up. If you’re so sure we’re not the same height, why don’t you prove it?” 

“I don’t gotta prove anything to my 13 year old brat of a sister.” I spat back.

“We just went over this. I'm 15 not 13! Now stand up!” Piper reached down and grabbed my forearm, yanking me to my feet. 

“Wait but you said before that you were four….teen….” I was shocked at Piper’s ability to pull me up, I was shocked that she would so obviously change her lie and I was shocked that I was starting to believe her but most of all, I was shocked to be looking up into her eyes. 

“Believe me now?” Piper grinned and stood even closer, her eyes sparkling as they peered down at me.   

“I thought….I thought you said you were the same height as me?” I stammered, unsure of exactly what was going on. 

“Same? Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m taller than you. It’s been a long time coming though. We might be the same age but girls grow faster than boys.” 

“Same age? But you’re my little sister?” I was trying to keep up with Piper’s increasingly radical statements. Though they seemed to be closer to reality than what I remembered. 

“Little sister? You weren’t even born first, if anything you’re my little brother! Especially since you’re like 2 inches shorter than me.” This time I saw it. As Piper spoke I watched as she rose taller. It was as if she stood on her toes and never came back down. I stumbled back and looked her whole body over once again. There was no doubt. She didn’t look like a 13 year old anymore. She had the knockout body of a highschool bombshell. Her large breasts strained against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, which at this point was more like a crop top revealing all over her washboard stomach. The sweatpants may as well have been painted on accenting her peach shaped rear like a pair of yoga pants. It was while looking at her that I found one last piece of my old reality to cling to. 

“Your clothes….” I managed to say. Piper looked down at herself.

“What about them?” She asked, puzzled.

“Those are my old hand-me-downs. I remember giving them to you last year! I-” Before I could finish I blinked and everything had changed. Gone were my old sweatpants and T, instead Piper was wearing a back tank top and navy blue sweatpants that fit her much better. 

“Are you okay dude? I’ve never gotten hand-me-downs from you. Besides, aren't you wearing my old clothes right now?” 

“What?”

“Yeah, why would I wear your old shit when I’m a year older? It’s not like any of it would fit anyway, I’ve been taller than you your whole life.” I looked on in awe. It was as if with every sentence she spoke Piper inched taller, she even had to adjust her head to keep looking me in the eyes.

“Wait….how tall...are you?” 

“6’2 and some change.” Piper sighed and folded her arms under her ample chest as she looked down at me. “I don’t know why you’re asking. It’s not like you’re ever gonna grow more.” 

“I-I still could...you don’t know-” 

“Nah you’re done little bro. But you should be happy. You’re pretty tall for a guy. I still have a ways to go to catch up to mom.” This statement completely stopped my train of thought. Of all the weird things that had just transpired, this sentence took the cake. 

“Explain?” I asked hesitantly. 

“What, why?” Piper raised an eyebrow. 

“Just….humor me okay?” 

“Yeah….okay. Well, you’re 5’9 right? That’s like 4 inches taller than average for a guy. Mom’s 6’5, which is like 3 or so inches taller than normal for a girl.”

“No...no that’s wrong...I should be average and the girls are like 5’4, right?” I asked but I already knew the answer. Piper burst out laughing. 

“In what world? The tallest guy at school is like 5’2 at best and I know for a fact that the shortest girl is 6’1.” As she spoke I felt the whole world shift around me. Piper’s body stretched higher and higher above me even as the floor seemed to rise with her.

“This….this is all wrong...you’re supposed to be my 13 year old younger sister...I’m 5’9 and you’re only 5’6….why is this happening…” I stumbled forward and fell into Piper’s arms.

“You got a few things wrong there little guy. I’m your 21 year old older sister. I’m 6’11 and you’re 4’10.” I looked up at my sister but was so close that her face was obscured by her breasts. 

“So you’re….more than 2 feet taller than me?” Even as I spoke I knew what would happen. I felt Piper’s skin brush past my face as she rose taller. 

“I mean, closer to 3…” She reached down and lifted me up like a child, cradling me in one arm. “But who's counting?” Once we were face to face she placed her lips against my own and kissed me gently. I sat stunned for a few seconds before pulling away. 

“Piper what the hell! I’m your brother!” She looked at me with a bemused expression. 

“So? You’re also just a boy. I can do what I want with you.”

“Since when?” 

“Uh since always? Men are less than half the size of women. It's not like you can stop me.” Once more the familiar feeling of Piper growing around assaulted my senses. “I mean look at you,” Piper held her arm up against my torso, flexing her biceps. “ My forearm is the same width as your whole body, and my bicep alone probably weighs more than you do.” I reached out my hand to squeeze her arm. My palm and fingers looked like a child's, no like a doll’s, against her thick muscles. “Ergo,  I can do what I want. And what I want is smooches!” With that Piper once again brought my lips to hers. She sat back down on the couch, which was now much bigger to accommodate her size. She adjusted me in her lap, slipping my slime frame under her shirt and between her enormous breasts and hugging me tightly.

Every few seconds she pulsed larger, or me smaller it was hard to tell. I could feel her tongue swelling in my mouth and her lips covered more and more of my face. Pretty soon her breasts were large enough for her cleavage to swallow me whole. Before that could happen she plucked me from between them and, holding me in one hand, proceeded to lick my body from top to bottom. I don’t know when I lost my clothes but the sensation of a tongue wider than my shoulders sucking on me like a lollipop kept me from wondering. Even as her hot breath washed over me I could feel her expanding around me. Her hand shifted from holding me like a doll to pinching me between her thumb and forefinger. Before I even knew what was happening she’d placed me on her tongue. The thick muscle was almost as wide as I was tall and much longer. I looked up in horror as she brought it into her mouth and darkness surrounded me. 

I was powerless. As Piper’s tongue gently pushed me from side to side I felt hard objects that could only have been her teeth. Each one felt as large as a beach ball and much more dangerous. Her saliva engulfed me in a sickly sweet cocoon of liquid. Even so it felt….good. I must have climaxed at least twice while I was there. Eventually she opened her mouth and using her tongue deposited me on her palm. I lay in a pool of her saliva, gasping for air. 

“Mmmm, how was that little guy?” She was whispering but even so her voice boomed around me like an overpowered surround system. “I’m gonna go to bed, so I’m gonna put you in your spot m’kay?” She wasn’t even talking to me anymore, more like at me. Like an owner to a pet. With her free hand she lifted her tank top away from her left breast and lowered me in front of it. “Get on little dude!” I was too exhausted to argue any more. As I reached for her nipple the world shifted one last time. The nipple seemed to expand before me until it was several times my size. I could no longer climb atop it. Instead Piper tilted her hand slightly to tip me out. I landed with an inaudible “plop” onto the top of her nipple, which may as well have been a small hill to me. 

 

“G’night lil’ bug! I’ll see you in the morning!” Piper let go of her tank top, pinning me to her chest. My soft prison jiggled slightly as she walked up the stairs and her titanic heart beat thumped in my ears. I don’t know how I got her. But….I guess it’s not all that bad….is it?     

I suppose I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. I’ll start thinking about something random and then before I know I’ve extrapolated a dozen other things so far-fetched that they can hardly be considered normal. Like right now for instance. Watching my girlfriend Ryan struggle to lift her book laden backpack,  couldn’t help but wonder. 

What if she were strong enough to lift that bag easily? 

I was about to step forward to help when suddenly she let out a petit “Hup!” and swung the backpack over her shoulder as though it were filled with nothing but air. I paused, in the awkward position of leaning part way down to where the bag used to sit on the floor. Ryan looked down at me puzzled. 

“You stretching or something babe?”

“I was gonna help you with your bag?” I responded, almost as if I were asking her. She just chuckled lightly.

“What for? It’s not like it's heavy or anything.” She emphasized this by shrugging her shoulder to hike the bag even higher on her back. Despite her statement I could clearly see the straps straining to hold up the many heavy books contained within. “Get your stuff we’re gonna be late for class.” She pointed down at my own bag, slightly larger and likely heavier than her own. 

“Yeah….sure….” I reached down for my bag. I couldn’t help but notice that I was completely unable to make my bag seem as light as she did hers. 

What if it were so heavy I couldn’t carry it and needed her help? 

No sooner had the thought passed through my head than did my back crash to the floor like an anchor. I blinked, looking down at it, and tried to lift it again. Nothing. The straps simply strained against the stubbornly immobile pack. 

“Let me get that babe!” Ryan slipped her slender arms through the straps and lifted the bag as easily as she had her own. She was now wearing both backpacks side by side by a single strap. She smiled up at me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “ Don’t know what I was thinking, expecting you to carry it on your own. Ready to go?” Some slow part of my brain still in charge of my voice tried to argue. 

“I can….I can carry my own bag….” Ryan just raised an eyebrow. 

“We’ve been over this silly, you don’t have to be embarrassed just ‘cause I’m so much stronger than you.  Besides, I don’t want you to hurt yourself! I love you too much!” As she said this she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

What if she was tall enough to kiss me flatfooted?

I watched in awe as Ryan’s face rose to meet mine. With our lips locked I could feel her embrace growing around me. In seconds she went from 5 foot nothing to matching me at 5’10. Once we parted and were looking each other in the eyes I finally realized what was happening but it was too late to go back.

“Come on, let’s skedaddle!” Ryan turned on her heels and trotted away. I followed, knowing that with my imagination I was in for a ride. I didn’t have to wait long. 

As we walked I noticed other couples on campus making their ways to and from classes. Another thought passed through my mind. 

What if all girls were as tall and strong as Ryan?

The effect was immediate, though not instantaneous. Instead things seemed to shift around me. Girls started to stretch taller, quite a bit taller than I thought they would. Before long almost all the girls stood several inches taller than any boy. After some brief puzzling I realized that this was likely because the average height of women had been increased to remain constant with Ryan’s height. She was 4 inches below average before so now the new average was somewhere around 6’2. This certainly seemed to be the case as we passed on our mutual friends, Kirstin.

Kirstin was from Sweden and had always been tall. She used to be 6’1, now she must have been approaching 6’11. 

“Hey Kirsten! How was lab?” Ryan greeted the skyscraper of a girl as always, I suppose from her perspective nothing’s changed. It wasn’t quite the same for me. I was used to looking up at Kirsten, up at her eyes not up at her collarbone. 

“Ah, Ryan Thomas! Good afternoon! Heading to calculus?” Kirstens smooth, angular face beamed down at the two of us. 

“Yup! How about you? Hitting the gym?” Ryan responded. 

“Sure am, I’m close to setting a new personal best on squats!” This piqued my interest. 

“Hey Kirsten,” I tried to sound casual but that’s hard when standing in front of a gorgeous woman so tall that she makes you look like a child. “Just out of curiosity, what is your personal best?” Both girls looked at me, they didn’t seem weirded so that was a good sign. 

“For squats? I think….500Kg. A little over 1100 pounds for you Americans.” She giggled lightly. I was stunned. I looked at Ryan, hoping she was as impressed as I was. She was, but not for the same reason. 

“You go girl! I still haven’t broken 650lbs but I’m getting close!” She raised her fist to meet Kirsten’s. The two girls looked over at me, noticing my shocked expression. “Ah, you’ll have to forgive Tom. He seems to have forgotten that guys just aren’t as strong as girls.” 

“Are you feeling alright Thomas?” Kirsten bent at her waist and placed her large, soft hand on my forehead. “Next thing you’ll be saying that you’ve forgotten that girls are taller than boys as well!” 

What if all girls were as tall as Kirsten is now?

Once again the world shifted around me. Kirsten’s head tilted more and more to keep looking me in the eye. I watched as her breasts rose higher and higher, until they completely cleared the top of my head. Her hand expanded over my forehead until her whole palm could’ve covered my face. She giggled cutely before standing upright. Towering wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t strong enough. She smiled sweetly before turning to address Ryan. “Well I shouldn’t keep you, class starts in only a few minutes if I remember correctly!” I turned to look at Ryan as well. She’d also grown. Not as much as Kirsten but where before she was the same height as I was, now she was a full head taller. My once petite girlfriend and I had completely swapped places!

“Oh shit you’re right! Come on babe!” Ryan grabbed me by the wrist and began running. I felt like I was being pulled by a freight train, I couldn’t have stopped her if I wanted to. “Good luck at the gym Kirsten!” Ryan yelled back at our friend. Man she was fast, her long legs completely outpaced my hurried steps. I was tripping over my feet trying to keep up. “We really are gonna be late babe, let me carry you.” 

“Wha-” Was all I managed to say before Ryan scooped my up in a bridal carry and took off. With the wind whipping me in the face all I could do was look up at my girlfriends face. She was perfectly calm and steady, showing no effort in carrying both our bags and myself at breakneck speeds. As we approached the Math building and headed to our room I noticed that everything seemed larger. The doorways, windows, even the chairs. It was only natural I suppose, with the average women being 6’11 now. 

We just barely made it in time. Ryan gently deposited me in a large chair next to her own. I looked around and saw a room filled with Amazon women, dwarfing their male counterparts. I recognized Gabby, a previously tiny girl who was only 4’9. Now a lanky woman of 6’4 she was taller than even her football star boyfriend and undoubtedly far stronger. I decided to investigate this. 

“Hey Ryan, does Gabby’s boyfriend still play quarterback?” 

“Huh? No he doesn’t even play football, why are you asking?” I was just trying to start a conversation on sports so I could ask some more direct questions, this was not the response I had been expecting. 

“What? Why not?” 

“Uh, duh ‘cause he’s a guy? He’d get demolished. The smallest girl on the freshman team outweighs him by like 300 pounds. Not to mention even a 6 year old can run circles around the fastest male sprinter. Is this a joke? You’re really acting weird today.” It was hard to imagine a freshman outweighing the man I was thinking of, 6’2 250 pounds of muscle. But I guess it made sense given the world we lived in now. I just had to focus on minimizing any more changes. This would prove fruitless. 

As the calc lecture lagged on I was having trouble focusing. Ryan wasn’t fairing much better. Math had never been her forte and this class in particular had always given her trouble. Sometimes I wished at least one of us was smart enough to help the other. 

What if Ryan were smart enough to tutor me in my classes?

The thought passed in and out of my head without me even noticing. It was Ryan, tapping my shoulder that woke me from my daydreams. 

“Babe, need some help? You’ve made a bunch of mistakes on your sheet. Here let me show you.” Dammit I’ve done it again. Though I suppose this isn’t all that bad. At least now I have a chance of passing this class. Ryan really was smarter too. She breezed through the problems on the worksheet and caught my mistakes almost before I did. 

What if all girls were this smart

I tried to catch that thought as it whizzed past my mind. It was dangerous, the way it was phrased. I barely had time to think about the repercussions before the whole room flashed, forcing me to blink. When I opened my eyes at first it seemed like nothing had changed. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face Ryan. Only, it wasn’t Ryan. Sitting next me was a strange girl who, aside from her height, looked to be no older than 14. 

“Do you understand now? Try doing the next one yourself.” The strange girl said. I could only stutter out a meger response. 

“Y-yeah, thanks….”

“No problem, I like helping little guys like you!” She reached over and ruffled my hair. Before turning back to her own work. 

I spent the next half hour trying to acclimate to my new surroundings and avoiding a panic attack. I learned that the girl next to me was called Lisa, she and most of the other girls in the room were 14 and taking calculus as a 1000 level prerequisite for a more advanced class. While the girls in the room weren’t much shorter than before, Lisa was at least 7 foot. I ended up relying on her help for the rest of the class. Thankfully it ended quickly. 

As I found my way out of the enlarged building I saw Ryan waiting at the exit. I was so relieved that when I ran up to hug her I momentarily forgot the changes I’d made. 

“I missed you! Where’d you go?” Ryan was still small enough for me to hug semi-normally but it was still strange having to raise my head over her shoulders.

“Aw, I missed you too! But what do you mean? I was in my theoretical physics lab like always. I haven’t taken calc in years.” 

“Right, sorry I don’t know what I was saying. Let’s go home” I slipped my fingers between hers and looked up at her with what I hoped was a normal happy face. 

“Sure thing babe!” 

As we walked I got a closer look at the world I’d created. Everything seemed….cleaner. I noticed that most of the girls walking around, aside from being nearly 7 feet tall, were all much younger. No doubt a result of their increased intelligence allowing them to enter college at a much younger age than boys. But there were also many more girls than boys. Walking through the quad there must have been 50 or more girls hanging out, chatting or walking to class but I counted fewer than a dozen boys doing the same. 

“Sure are a lot of girls at this school, huh.” I mentioned offhandedly. 

“Well yeah that’s only normal. Most colleges don’t even accept men with less than a 4.0 GPA. If anything I’d say there’s a lot of boys here.” This confused me.

“I don’t have a 4.0….”

“Yeah well you’re a special case.” Ryan stated matter of factly. 

“Why?”

“You don’t remember? You’re here on a special scholarship ‘cause I vouched for you. You study for 2 years while I get my degree and then we graduate together. It’s a way for men to get a bit of higher education without wasting resources on them.” 

“You talk like men are stupid or something, we’re not that dumb….” Ryan sighed and looked down at me apologetically. 

“No you’re not dumb, but compared to women you’re….outmatched. I mean the highest a man’s ever gotten on an IQ test is, what 200? Most girls test that high by 8 years old. Hell I’m at like 450 something.” 

“Holy shit….” I whispered under my breath. I’d really twisted reality into something wild. And I still didn’t know how or why. I shouldn’t have thought that.

What if everything I’ve changed today was multiplied? 

This change was big. Once again the whole world flashed. When I opened my eyes I was no longer walking home with Ryan. Instead I found myself standing in what looked like a normal living room. I looked around frantically searching for Ryan or anything familiar. When I found the front door I opened it and my jaw dropped. 

The “house” I was in was itself surrounded by a glass wall that separated it’s small lawn from a vast interior room. I barely had time to take in my surroundings when a shadow fell over my head. I looked up to see the giant grinning face of my girlfriend. 

“Hey little guy! Awake from your nappy?” her voice boomed around me. I had no idea how big she was but she must have been approaching 50 feet given my perspective. “Wanna come out for a bit?” She stood back and reached into what I now saw was a terrarium with a gigantic hand. 

“Ryan wait I-” 

“Oh sush-sh-sh-sh, it’s okay. Just c'mere.” Her fingers wrapped around my body and lifted me free from my confines. As she cleared the glass she held me close to her breast and gently stroked my back. “There, that’s better right?” 

“Ryan what’s-” 

“That’s right I’m Ryan! Oooh you’re just so smart!” She lifted me to her lips and planted a wet kiss on my face. “Look at my little guy, using big girl words!” I gave up trying to speak. It was clear that either Ryan couldn’t fully understand me or perhaps was just too advanced to care. Somehow I’d turned myself into her pet rather than her boyfriend. No doubt this was the fate of all men around the world. This was gonna take some getting used to.

But what if….

“Are you sure this is a good idea Jen?” Mat asked his young wife. She frowned up at him as she popped her hip out in annoyance, looking up at him through her cute auburn bangs.

“For the last time babe, what do we have to lose? We’ve been trying for a baby for almost a year and nothing’s worked. At least this one’s different.” She shoved the pill into her husband’s hand.

“How though?” Mat looked at the tiny pill quizzically.  

“Cause this is something we both take. The site said the first effects should start by the next morning so keep a lookout.” Jen casually swallowed her pill without any water, something that always gave Mat the shivers.

“Alright….bottom’s up I guess.” Mat took his pill with some water, like a normal, sane human, and then the pair went to bed. 

That night Mat dreamt of his wife. At first she looked like her usual self. A short petite woman of 5’1 with shoulder length hair and bright green eyes. But slowly she began to change. She started filling out, first around her chest and then her thighs and hips as well. As she did she started inching taller, slowly approaching his 6’2. It wasn’t a lot, but it was noticeable. He started to feel something else too, a tightening around his crotch. He looked down to see his penis creeping down his pant leg, further than it ever had before. 

Suddenly he was overcome with a sharp sense of euphoria. The feeling escalated every second as his body grew warmer and warmer. There was a pressure on his chest and a soft, rhythmic thudding.

It was then that Mat woke up to find Jen riding his dick like a cowgirl on crack. Still dazed and half asleep he took several seconds to fully take in the situation. 

“Jen? What are you doing? What-” He was cut off by his own orgasm, one far more intense than he’d ever felt before. He could actually feel the cum draining from his balls and shooting out of his dick.

“Oooooooh F U C K!” Jen shouted at a volume beyond anything Mat would have thought possible. “That….huff….that was amazing babe!” She slowly rolled off his still stiff member to lay beside him.

“Y-yeah….I just wish I’d been awake for most of it.” Mat was fighting the urge to fall back asleep after his record setting ejaculation felt like it had drained more than just his testicals. He looked away from his wife back to his penis, which was still standing tall. “Uh....Jen...do I look….bigger to you?” Jen, who was still catching her breath, looked over as well.

“You know? You do. What are you normally like 6 ½ inches? That’s easily over 8. Maybe even 9.” As she said this, Mat's cock throbbed and stretched noticeably longer at the same time there was an audible gurgle from his testicals as they seemed to inflate between his legs. 

“What the fuck!?” Mat sat up hurriedly. “Jen what the fuck was in that shit?” He looked at his wife with a panicked expression. 

“Oh, re-laaaaax babe. Maybe this is our big break. You can’t possibly fail to plant a baby in me with a dick like that!” She sat up and leaned over Mat’s leg to get a closer look at his engorged dick. It was now that Mat noticed that he wasn’t the only one who’d changed.

“Jen….do me a favor and stand up will you?” 

“Huh?” Jen was preoccupied with her new friend. 

“Just stand up.” Mat insisted, gripping her by the shoulders. 

“Fine.” Jen sighed and complied. Mat stood with her so they were face to face. 

“I knew it….” He mumbled. Before him was not the tiny, skinny woman he’d married just a year ago. This Jen was easily 5’6, maybe even slightly taller, and her perky B cups had been replaced with full and juicy Ds. Not to mention her hips and thighs which were now positively curvy. “Jen….this , fertility drug or whatever, has some crazy side effects!” 

“I know! Don’t I look great!” Jen grinned and twirled in a circle. “You look good too babe!” She added, looking hungrily at his crotch. 

“Aren’t you the least bit concerned?” Mat pleaded. For the first time Jen looked exasperated. 

“No. Mat. I’m not. And you know why? We’ve tried everything and nothing even made me feel like it might work. But this? This is already doing something. And even if the only thing we get out of this is bigger tits and a monster dong that’s still more than anything else gave us. So. Get back in bed. Shutup. And let. Me. Enjoy it.” She puncticated the last few words by pushing Mat gently towards the bed, toppling him on her final utterance. Mat was caught so off guard by her little speech, he didn’t even notice how much stronger she’d become. 

The rest of the night was spent having the most intense sex of both of the couple’s lives. They tried, or rather Jen insisted on trying, every position known to man, woman and several only known to catholic priests and nuns who insist that “They’ve never had sex, really why would you sugest such a thing?” Every time one of the two climaxed their bodies would change. Growing, molding into the perfect fertility pair. Mat was trying to keep track of the changes but it all happened far too fast. He lost count of the length of his dick somewhere around 18 inches and of Jen’s breasts around the K cup range. After nearly 10 hours, finally they succumbed to fatigue. And for the next 12 hours, they slept. 

Mat woke sometime around 6pm, the whole concept of a proper sleep schedule out the window. 

“Jen? Where are you?” He mumbled as he slowly stood out of bed. 

“In the kitchen! Making breakfast….er….Dinner!” He heard Jen shout from downstairs. Upon standing Mat immediately felt the strange sensation of wearing an anchor around his waist. 

“What the?” He looked down groggily at his feet. “HOLY MOTHER OF-!” Was all he could say before words escaped him. The first thing he noticed was his cock. Even flaccid as it was, it was nearly twice as long as his legs and almost three times as thick. It had flopped at his feet and was coiled like some kind of obese python. The next thing he saw were his testicals. Each one was nearly the size of a beach ball and, failing to fit between his legs, were sitting atop his thighs like a pair of giant fleshy bongos.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” A large voice spoke from outside the bedroom door and Mat looked up for his second shock of the day. He watched as Jen ducked under their doorway. There was an audible groaning sound as her massive ass and thighs pressed through the narrow passage, which Mat noticed was already cracked and bowed likely from when she first exited the room. It wasn’t just her lower half either. Both her shoulders and breasts were wider than the doorframe. Her breasts were soft enough that they could squeeze through without trouble but she had to turn sideways to get her shoulders through without tearing the frame from the wall. As she entered the room propper and stood to her full height, her head scraping the 10 foot ceilings, Mat noticed her largest feature. 

Jen was clearly pregnant. But not normal pregnant. No, she looked to be about….48 months along? Meaning that her baby bulge was massive, it was almost as large as Mat himself, cock, balls and all. And it was moving. Mat could have sworn that he could see her stomach pulsing and gurgling as it swelled slowly larger. This was confirmed when he heard a soft *thud* and looked up to see his wife’s head leaving a dent in the ceiling. 

“Oopsie!” Jen covered her mouth and giggled like a school girl. 

“Jen….what the….what is happening….?” Mat was finding it difficult to force words out of his permanently agape mouth.

“What do you mean silly? We did it! We’re pregnant!” Jen smiled broadly as she approached. She only needed two steps to cross the distance from the door to the bed. “Buuuuuuuut…..” She trailed off as she stood in front of Mat, her eyes glinting down at him.

“B-but what?” 

“But, we could be more pregnant….” 

“What do you me-” Mat tried to respond but as if hearing Jen’s words and striving to obey his massive dick surged, going from flaccid to partially hard in an instant. The sudden drain of blood nearly knocked Mat off his feet as his balls joined in, swelling larger.

“You know!” Was all Jen said as she reached down to lift Mat and throw him onto the bed. 

“Jen….wait….” Mat tried to plead but was cut off once again by his own dick. Now fully hard it was taller than he was and stood at attention, ready to receive Jen’s gaping vagina.

“Too late babe!” Jen giggled as she lowered herself onto her husband. The bed creaked and moaned with her weight before giving in entirely. Somehow all of Mat’s nearly 7 foot cock slipped into his wife’s pussy as his testicals approached the size of bean bags. Mat came instantly. But something was different this time. This time it didn’t stop. As he ejecaulated what must have been gallons of cum into Jen’s womb both his dick and testicals steadly grew larger. Jen did the same. She was inching taller and taller all the while her breasts and hips flared out. But what grew the fastest was her already gargantuan belly. Mat couldn’t tell if it was filling up with his semen or something else entirely but it quickly surpassed him in mass and as it grew out started approaching the ceiling. Jen was leaning back now, her legs reaching clear across the room as her head burst through the door frame. Mat, for his part, was attached to her crotch, completely unable to pull himself away. There was a loud groan, followed by a crash as they fell through the second floor.

Jen’s feet crashed through the far wall of the house while her head and arms did the same on the opposite end. Her stomach surged upwards taking the top floor of the house with it,  like some kind of fragile hat. The whole neighborhood was subjected to Jen’s earth shattering moans of pleasure as she swelled ever larger. The last thing Mat saw before he passed out was Jen rolling on her side, her titanic belly crushing several blocks of houses. 

When Mat finally woke the first thing he saw almost seemed normal. Jen filled his field of vision and she was looking lovingly down at her chest, cradling something. He almost believed he was looking at her laying in their bed, until the scale of what he was seeing finally hit him. He was lying on what appeared to be Jen’s thigh, looking up what must have been several hundred feet at his wife’s face.

“Oh! Daddy’s awake! Say hi Daddy!” Jen drew her attention away from whatever was in her arms to smile down at Mat. Mat was about to reply until a small face peaked over Jen’s arm. It wasn’t a baby face like he might have expected, though he wasn’t expecting anything normal at this point, it looked to be the face of a young woman with long brown hair and bright green eyes. Almost like a younger version of Jen. There was a white fluid dripping from the woman’s mouth as she smiled down at Mat.

“Hi daaaaaddy!” She said coyly as she whipped her mouth. 

“I’m going to let you two officially meet!” Jen said cheerily. With one hand she gently lifted Mat from her thigh and placed him on the ground. His now hundreds foot long cock with mansion sized testicals didn’t seem to bother her at all, though Mat found it a strange sensation to be standing atop….himself. He tried to look over the edge of his balls to see the ground but they were far too wide. 

The woman, who Mat could only assume was actually his daughter, climbed down herself and Mat realized that her face had only seemed tiny because it was so far away. If Jen was around 1,500 feet tall, this woman must have been more than a thousand.  Her feet landed on either side of Mat’s cock, crushing several houses in the process. She bent at the waist to get as close to Mat as possible, cupping her breasts with one arm to prevent them from swinging into her face. She brushed aside her hair with the other and puckered her massive lips to place a kiss atop Mat’s balls, roughly over the position he was standing. Her lips were so huge that she could have engulfed their entire house in them, were it still standing. The pressure of her mouth on Mat’s balls caused his cock to twitch and swell slightly as it hardened. 

“Oh?” The woman giggled. “Is that for me?” She stood to look up at Jen, who nodded. 

“Make me some granddaughters!” 

 

Mat swallowed hard. Well….he had always wanted a BIG family.

To set the scene: Julie, currently 10 years old and her brother Nick, 13, have never gotten along. The issue being that Nick seems to refuse to grow up while his sister is quite mature for her age. The pranks and jokes he finds hilarious simply bore and annoy her. Perhaps the two would have grown out of their conflicting personalities with time. But that wouldn’t be any fun, ay? So what if instead. The two got what they deserved. Nick, refusing to grow up and Julie already doing so. 

At this point in time Nick is about to begin 7th grade. He stands 5’3, slightly tall for his age and if his 6’4 father is anything to go by, would have grown into quite an imposing man. He is regarded as quite smart as well, when he applies himself, and is always picked first for sports teams.

Julie is in the 4th grade, at 4’7 inches tall she is also slightly big for her age. Her grades at this point are better than Nick’s were in 4th grade, likely because she actually takes school seriously. 

What our heroes don’t know is that at this point things have changed. Nick will remain exactly as he is both in terms of physical and mental development. While Julie will reap the benefits from whatever growth would have gone to Nick. it may take some time for the changes to become noticeable but change they will. 

1 Year later

Nick is frustrated. Over the course of the school year he watched his male classmates go from slightly shorter than him to around the same height or even taller. His mother assures him that he’s just a late bloomer and he’ll catch up soon. His grades have suffered as well and while he’s managed to move on to the 8th grade, things are only going to get harder.  

Julie on the other hand has had a great year. She grew an astonishing 5 inches to 5 foot even and did so well in class that she got bumped up to 6th grade for the following year. Both she and Nick were surprised when one day they came face to face while she was wearing soccer cleats and he was barefoot. In her shoes Julie was the same height as her older brother. 

That summer the two didn’t see much of each other. Julie was busy playing on various sports teams while Nick mostly hung out with his friends around the local neighborhood. Come the start of the school year things had changed even more. 

Nick, of course, was the same but Julie had grown an additional 3 inches, as well as packing on a fair amount of muscle. Nick pretended not to notice but when they were taken shopping for back to school clothes it couldn’t be avoided. Nick was shocked to find that his younger sister needed larger shoes than him. As she tried on the pair he subconsciously stood behind her only to find that he needed to look up at the back of her head while barefoot. When Julie turned around and noticed that she was looking down at her older brother she smiled and ruffled his hair with her hand. Nick would always be sure to be wearing shoes around Julie after that. 

During the school year Nick did his best to avoid his rapidly growing little sister. This was helped by the fact that they went to different schools and both left home and school at different times. Even while home he would spend most of his time either in his room or at a friend's house. Of course this didn’t protect him from his growing classmates. By that spring most of his male peers were between 3 to 6 inches taller than he was while the girls were about the same height, though some were quite a bit taller. He was finding his classwork almost impossible as well and in a very embarrassing student teacher conference was told he’d need to repeat the 8th grade. 

As you can expect Julie’s year was the opposite of Nicks. She grew 4 inches in total putting her at 5’7, well above the average height of even adult women and she was only 12. Not that you’d think that. Along with growing taller Julie’s features had matured as well giving her the look of a 14 or 15 year old girl. Her budding C cups further enhanced this effect. She was finding 7th grade to be a total breeze, despite being a year ahead of her age group. Unfortunately she was told that she couldn’t skip directly into highschool as there were some 8th grade classes that she needed to take. Even so, she got a kick out of the idea that next fall she would be in the same grade as her big brother. 

Shortly before the end of the school year Nick and Julie’s parents decided to go on a weekend getaway for their anniversary. The two simply couldn’t find a babysitter, most older kids were focusing on finals, so instead they made a controversial decision. They left Julie in charge. 

Now remember that Nick has been avoiding his litter sister for nearly 8 months as best he can. But when he and Julie were called downstairs to wish their parents goodbye he couldn’t avoid her. As he came down the stairs he saw Julie standing in the hallway leading to the front door. As he reached the final few steps he looked on in horror as the back of her head rose higher and higher. His eyes fell on the back of her neck. He gulped and tore his eyes away from his towering sister to stand next to her and say goodbye to his parents. 

It was here that they dropped the bomb that Julie would be in charge of her older brother for the weekend. Nick protested of course but it was all in vain. As his parents drove off he looked up at Julie who smiled down at him, her eyes a mix of joy and second hand embarrassment. 

The weekend wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. Julie was a fair and just mistress and largely left Nick alone. Apart from preparing meals and making sure he went to bed at 9pm. She did give him a small heart attack by trying on a pair of her mom’s heels. They were only 4 inches, bringing her up to 5’11, but the sight of her brother’s head fitting comfortably below her chin was just too funny to her. 

Nick found it very difficult to avoid Julie over the summer. His friends seemed less and less interested in hanging out and she was spending a great deal of time at home studying. She said she wanted to be fully prepared for the school year. Initially Nick halfheartedly joined her, at the request of his mom, but quickly gave up once he realized that he simply couldn’t keep up. 

Previously Julie left for school early and took the bus, with Nick getting a ride from his mother on her way to work about half an hour later. This year they were in the same school. It must be noted that juli has grown even more over the summer to an amazonian 5’10 in bare feet and near 6 in her shoes. As the two walked out the car Nick went for his usual front seat, only to feel a hand on his shoulder. 

“Front’s mine shorty. My legs are waaaay longer than yours and need more space.” Nick tried to argue but their mom shut him down.

“Just give your big sister the front so we can go or we’re gonna be late.” The act of calling Julie his “Big sister” completely shut down any protest Nick could’ve put forward and he relented.

That whole school year was a nightmare for Nick. Not only did Jule seem to grow taller and more mature every day but she quickly left him in the dust as far as grades were concerned. People around the school started calling Julie his big sister as well calling him “lil’ Nicky”. A fair observation as He was now shorter than a majority of his female classmates. Julie, on the other hand, grew rapidly and by the end of the year she stood at 6’3 tall at only 13 years old. She looked more like a highschooler though and her massive D cup breasts got her plenty of attention.

Both she and Nick’s final student teacher conferences were scheduled at the same time and for simplicity's sake took place in the same room. Julie came dressed in a stylish and mature long skirt and blouse while Nick wore his favorite basketball shorts and T. The contrast was so immense that the teacher initially thought Julie was Nick’s mother. Once the confusion was cleared up they got down to the meat of the discussion. There were really only two things on the docket. Firstly they congratulated Julie on her outstanding performance and offered to let her skip Freshman year all together and move straight to her Sophomore year of highschool (10th grade). As for Nick they regrettably informed him that not only did he not pass the 8th grade but they were actually going to have him repeat the 7th. Hearing while in the same room as his taller, stronger and now undeniably smarter younger sister was one hell of a blow to Nick’s already withered pride.       

That summer Nick spent most of his time in his room. Julie had finally found a balance between sports and academics and spent all her time either on the field or in the local library. Now 14 she had continued to grow exponentially and stood 6’8 tall. She decided to try and have a talk with her little brother, as she suspected that as things were he may not go to school at all. So one day after soccer practice, still wearing her tight fitting, grass stained uniform and cleats, she knocked on his door. 

“Nick? Can we talk?”

“No.” Was the only response. 

“Come on, let me in.” Julie turned to handle and found that it wasn’t actually locked. As she slowly slid the door open she heard Nick run across the room and felt a light “thud” as he pressed himself against the door, trying to force it shut. 

“Go away Julie!” She just sighed. 

“Nick, honestly. Do you really think you can stop me?” She made her point by unceremoniously throwing the door open with arm, sending Nick stumbling backwards. She stepped into the room, actually having to duck slightly as her cleats added several inches to her height. She placed her hands on her wide hips and looked down at her older brother. Nick got mad. He threw himself at Julie and tried to force her backwards. Unfortunately for him he overestimated the distance between himself and her rock hard, and exposed, abs. His face collided with Julie’s ribbed stomach and he fell backwards, clutching his bleeding nose. He sat on his floor stunned. Julie quickly leaned over, picked her brother up and brought him to the bathroom. Placing him on the counter she tenderly cared for his bloody face.  

“That was just silly, little man.” Nick offered no response so Julie continued. “I think it’s time we had a talk.”

“About what.” Nick mumbled.

“About coming to terms with our relationship.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well it’s clear that the idea that your little sister is both so much taller than you and smarter than you is causing you grief. And for my part it’s pretty embarrassing when I have to tell people that my “big brother” is 3 grades behind me and barely reaches my breasts.” Nick remained silent. “So, I think I have a solution.” Julie stated as she wiped the last of the blood from Nick’s face. 

“And what’s that?” Nick offered scornfully. 

“From now on. I’m your big sister. Not just ‘big’ but elder as well. And you’re my little, younger brother.” She beamed down at him.

“W-what? That’s not how this works. I'm 17 and you’re 14!” 

“Do I look 14 to you?” Julie stepped back and gave Nick a full view of her womanly body. No she didn't; she looked closer to 18 or maybe even 20. “And you, you still look like a middle schooler.” 

“Yeah so what! We can’t just pretend you’re older than me.” 

“Actually, we can! Mom’s pulling some connections at the county clerk's office and they’re gonna change our birth certificates. As of today I am 18 years old and you are 12. I’m even getting my drivers license next week!”

“Is that even legal?” Nick asked, mouth agape. 

“Well technically, no but it's the only thing that makes sense. I think things will get better for you if you just accept the fact that I’m your older sister and you’re my cute little brother!” 

“Why do I have to be even younger than you actually are though?”

“Because that’s how you look and behave. Now. No more complaining. You are going to start studying up and I’m going to help you. We’ll get you into highschool yet!”

This new strategum paid off. Once Nick got over the embarrassment of having his little sister drive him to and from school and started actually referring to Julie as his big sister, things got easier. Of course there were still problems. It took Nick nearly 3 years to finally make it into 9th grade. Julie graduated highschool 2 years before and at a monolithic height of 7’2. She would go on to attend Harvard University under multiple sports and academic scholarships. Within the next 4 years she not only won 5 gold medals in the olympics but also managed to squeeze out 3 Ph.Ds. Now 24, although actually only 20, she started a career as the head of her own startup, making her first billion dollars just a year later. Nick, now 18, though actually 23, dropped out of highschool and spent some time living with his parents. Fearing that this lifestyle might lead him down the wrong path, Julie offered to let him move in with her, under the condition that he go back to school. He accepted. And later that year, after a couple  more “edits” to their identities he rejoined the world as her 12 year old son. Julie was now “32” as far as the government was concerned, having given birth to Nick when she was 20. While their parents were initially skeptical of this idea, a few million dollars to look the other way smoothing things over nicely. 

It took Nick some time to get used to calling his once little sister “Mom” or “Mummy” as he eventually settled on. Julie took to being a mother far more easily. And only a year later introduced Nick to his “new” little sister. A girl named Cherry. Cherry was born from a one night stand that Julie was determined to keep. Nick and Cherry got along well from the start but soon things changed again. By the time Cherry was 13 she was taller than Nick. And Nick, who had never managed to complete school, found himself once again unable to keep up with his little sister’s rapidly growing intellect. 

“You’re my big brother aren’t you? Well, older at least,” She giggled girlishly. “ Why do you need my help for your homework? What grade are you even in? Shouldn’t you be in highschool by now?”

“6th grade….” Nick offred quietly. 

“SIXTH? You mean you’re two grades behind me? How is that even possible?”

“Mom said this would be the last year….” 

“Last year of what?” 

“That I’d have to go to school. And that after this year, you’d be my older sister.” Cherry stood in front of Nick, her eyes easily looking down at the top of his head. The 13 year old girl towering over the 37 year old man, though he really did look like a 12 year old boy.

“I suppose that’s for the best then. Mom did always say I’d eventually outgrow you in more ways than one. Fine. I’ll help you, it’s kinda neat being so much smarter than my big brother!” 

 

“You have no idea….” Nick sighed.

Kayla hated her brother. Well she didn’t hate him but she did wish he’d grow up a bit. He loved nothing more than to tease Kayla, primarily about her height. Look, it wasn’t her fault she was in her senior year of highschool and barely over 4’10. Her brother, on the other hand, stood at a cool 5’7. Still not tall by most standards but to Kayla he may as well have been a giant. And he never let a day go by that he didn’t remind her of that fact. 

“Hey shrimp, pass the salt. Oh, I guess your arms aren’t long enough haha!” or, “Need me to grab the ladder, Thumbelina? The faucet’s really high up!” You know, shitty sibling stuff. Things got a little better when he went off to college, only because he wasn’t always around to mock her. 

But now he was coming home for the winter break and he’d been bragging on and on about how he grew an inch to 5’8. What the hell’s so great about growing one measly inch anyway? I bet he’s lying and just measured himself with his shoes on or something. Kayla brooded, she was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t hear the light “ping!” from her phone. 

Picking up the offending device she just caught a notification that something had been installed. What the hell? She pursued her apps looking for something new until she came across an odd item simply named “D.Jiin Ver.0.2.15”. There was no image, just a blank space and the text. Hella suspicious by any reasonable standard but something about the name caught Kayla’s curiosity. 

Upon opening the app she was prompted to allow access to her microphone, she was so used to accepting these agreements that she’d tapped “Allow” before her better judgment could kick in. 

“Dammit!” she swore, now who knows who was probably listening to her every word. 

“What’s wrong squirt?” Her brother barged into her room, fresh from the airport. “Did’ja get even smaller or somethin’?” 

“Jack, what the hell. Could you at least knock?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to make you reach all the way up to the doorknob anyway!” Kayla just rolled her eyes as she stood up. She knew she couldn't force him out of her room, nor could she intimidate him but if she were going to deal with his shit she would do so standing up. Of course this sentiment was somewhat soured by the fact that she was actually shorter standing than she was sitting on her bed.

“Just, get the hell out will you? I have to change for dinner.” 

“Yeah, yeah, the munchkin’s gotta play dress up sure, sure.” This last statement stung Kayla in just the wrong place, she hated being compared to a munchkin. 

“You know what? I really wish you knew what it was like to be the short one! Maybe then you wouldn’t be such a shit head!” As soon as she had finished yelling at her brother there was a “ping!” from her phone and the whole room seemed to become a swirl of colors. Kayla stumbled backwards as she experienced a strong sense of vertigo, the feeling was so intense she felt she might vomit. Just as quickly as it had begun the strangeness stopped. Kayla blinked, trying to make sure that she could in fact see normally. Everything seemed normal, except her brother was gone.

“Jack? Where’d you go? Are you hiding?” 

“Ha ha, very funny.” A voice rose from just below Kayla’s sightline. She looked down at the figure at the lower edge of her vision. 

“Jack? What the hell! You’re so small!” She almost laughed at the sight of her now diminutive older brother. He had to be just as short as she used to be! But that meant she was taller too! Kayla confirmed this, observing her room which now seemed so much smaller than it had before. 

“Give it a rest will you? Oh yeah, let's make fun of Jack! He’s so short, his little sister’s taller than him!” Jack spoke in a cartoonish voice as if to imitate his sister. This annoyed Kayla. If he’s so short, where does he get off making fun of me? She thought. Nevermind the fact that he seemed unaware of the changes, he should still show her some respect! That’s when she got an idea. She wasn’t entirely sure what had caused these changes but she was willing to hazard a guess. But for her plan to work she’d have to make a few more changes before going all out, also, she wanted to have a little fun. 

“Say Jackie, before you go did you manage to ask out that girl you mentioned?” 

“W-who, you mean Erin?” Jack’s voice and demeanor betrayed his attempts at casual conversation, giving him the look and sound of a nervous teenager. 

“Yeah! She was cute! A few inches taller than you though. Probably stronger too, she probably wouldn’t go out with a midget like you, what a shame.” Kayla grinned widely as she stood closer to her brother, bringing his head level with her shoulders, as if to emphasize her words. Looking down at his little body she could see him clenching his fists in what she first thought was rage, but as he turned away she caught a glimpse of what looked like tears streaming down his face. Oh shit, did I go too far? For a moment she was tempted to reverse the changes but then Jack opened his big mouth. 

“Yeah so what. No one would ever want to go with you either, you giant freak!” He spat the words at her like venom and her thoughts of sympathy melted at their touch. We’ll see about that. Now was the time to test her theory. First, if she was going to be a “giant freak” she might as well go all out

“I am pretty tall but, I wish I was even taller and that you were even shorter!” She was taking a gamble here by being so vague and she knew it but what was life without a little spice? Immediately the swirling colors and vertigo returned. This time when it was done Kayla noticed the difference immediately. Her 7 foot ceilings were mere inches from the top of her head. Meanwhile her brother had all but vanished, she looked down to find his tiny frame level with her stomach. 

“Why? You’re already taller than like every guy I’ve ever met. And I’m tiny! I’m not even 4 feet tall. Why would you want me to be shorter?” his attitude seemed to have changed from spiteful to almost admiring. Kayla squatted on her heels to be level with her little big brother. 

“And that’s the way it’s always been?” She asked, probing for an answer. Jack blushed slightly and turned his head away. 

“Y-yeah. You were taller than me by the time you were 4 since I stopped growing when I was 6.” 

“Aw, poor little guy!” Kayla patted her brother’s head and pulled him into a hug. Then she whispered. “But you know, I wish I was Erin’s ideal woman. At least then someone could satisfy her.” As she said this the room swirled but this time the sensation was different. Her chest grew hot and heavy and there was something strange going on between her legs. Jack was pushed further and further away as her chest expanded at a breakneck pace. When it was finally over her 6’8 frame was sporting a pair of beach ball sized tits, each probably outweighing her brother. 

As she stood she watched Jack’s face disappear beneath her chest, and the “other thing” made itself known. 

“K-kayla! Put it away!” Jack stammered and backed away slowly, staring at her crotch. 

“What? This lil’ thing?” Kayla sang as she swung her hips, causing her newly grown cock to slap against her thighs. It was hanging between her legs well past her skirt. Off the top of her head she assumed it was roughly the width and length of Jack’s, admittedly small, arms. Jack's face flushed bright red and he turned to run away. 

“I wish you’d stay!” Kayla yelled quickly. Almost immediately Jack stopped and turned around. Kayla smiled mischievously. “Why don’t you show me yours Jackie? That is, unless you're intimidated by your little sister’s cock?” As she said this a range of emotions passed over Jack’s face, finally ending on determination. 

“Fine!” He slowly started taking off his pants. 

“I wish his dick and balls were tiny even for his size!” Kayla whispered into her phone, the soft “ping!” was like music to her ears. Jack finally stood before her naked and Kayla peered closely. She was just able to make out a tiny twig flanked by two marble sized balls. She reached forward with a single finger that easily dwarfed the micropenis. She had barely even touched it when a minute spurt of white liquid landed on her finger tip. She held the finger to her face, barely able to make out the pathetic offering before breaking into uproarious laughter. 

“That’s your dick? Bro, even a fetus is packing more than you!” She stood back to her full height and slipped off her skirt, simultaneously whispering “I wish I had the biggest set of cock and balls in history” She suppressed a moan as she felt her already large dick expand further. Now, not even hard, her mammoth cock was over 18 inches long and each of her balls was larger than her brother’s head. She heafted her dick and placed it on her brother’s left shoulder where it hung over his back. He visibly faltered at the weight of his little sister's penis, needing to shift his feet in order to maintain balance. 

The sensation of her brother’s skin against her own sent chills down Kayla’s spine and her cock pulsed as it filled with her blood, stretching ever longer. By the time her 36’ member had reached it’s full size it was nearly as long as Jack was tall. 

“Hmmm, I wish he was at just the right height!” Kayla whispered. Rather than having Jack shrink, the app chose to have Kayla grow. Both she and her cock increased in proportion. Thankfully her ceilings seemed to increase with her so when she reached her final height of 9’10 her head was still a couple inches from them. Jack, who was now both shorter and narrower than Kayla’s thighs, had to look up at her titanic 5 foot long dick. It was more than a foot longer than he was and as thick as his shoulders were wide. Kayla’s testicals were nearly the size of beachballs and almost certainly outweighed Jack’s tiny frame. 

Kayla slowly pressed her cock down with one hand so that its tip hovered just in front of Jack’s face.

“Hate to break it to ya little guy, but I’m the ‘man’ of this house.” Once again Jack turned red and looked away. What had he been thinking? Comparing dicks with his little sister? She’d always been taller and had a far bigger cock than him and loved rubbing it in his face, literally. As if reading his mind Kayla took a half step forward, causing her dick to touch the side of Jack’s face. The contact prompted a slurry of precum to drench his upper torso. Kayla got another idea. 

“Kayla what the hell-” 

“I wish you’d suck me off whenever I asked.” Kayla didn’t bother whispering this time. At first it seemed like nothing happened. She looked down at Jack’s stubborn face. “Well?” She probed. Jack just mumbled something under his breath. “Speak up squirt.” 

“You could at least ask….nicely?” Jack looked up at her apprehensively. The uncertain look on his face sent pangs through Kayla’s heart. He’s so cuuuuuute! 

“Alright then. Will you suck me off? Please?” No sooner had she spoken than did Jack step forward to kiss the tip of her penis. It was far, far too big for him to fit in his mouth, the tip alone was larger than his head, so he gave it his best effort. Kissing, sucking and caressing her dick from tip to base. The feeling was heaven for Kayla, she’d never experienced pleasure so intense. Just before she was about to cum she gripped Jack’s head and held it firmly in place at the end of her cock. 

“I wish he’d swallow everything!” She gasped between breaths. As she ejaculated gallons of cum Jack clung to her cock, diligently slurping and swallowing every last drop. Even as his stomach distended and semen started leaking from his nose he kept at it. Finally the torrent came to an end and he fell onto his back, his stomach stretching past his bent knees. Kayla looked down at him fondly. She bent down and hefted him into her arms, she couldn’t be sure but it felt like the addition of her cum and more than doubled his weight. She placed a wet kiss on his sweaty forehead and walked towards her bedroom door, cradling him like an infant.  

 

Kayla loved her brother.                       

Mitch adjusted the finishing touches on his Joker costume. It had all come together perfectly and once Jean, his girlfriend, finished changing into her Harley Quinn costume they were going to blow this con wide open! 

“Jean! Babe, are you almost done? The bus is gonna leave in like 15 minutes.” He called into the hotel bathroom where his girlfriend had been fussing over her outfit for the past half hour. 

“I’m almost done!” She yelled back, through the closed door. “Just….promise you won’t be mad?” 

“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Mitch raised an eyebrow at no one. A force of habit. As he spoke the bathroom door swung open. 

“Because I know I promised but….” Jean spoke slowly as she stepped from the room wearing a distinctly not Harely Quinn outfit. “I’ve always wanted to wear this.” She gestured to her outfit. It was a faithful recreation of a mid 80’s female barbarian armor set. Complete with skimpy fur bikini and a fur half skirt that left her right thigh completely bare. Her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders and had been intentionally made to look wild and unkempt. The whole piece was tied together with a fake deer skull headdress and a pair of leather stiletto boots. It looked great on her, but Mitch was always one to complain. 

“Aw but babe, we were supposed to match!” He pouted, almost mockingly. 

“I know, I know but this is still good! You look amazing and so do I so it’s still a win win!” Jean stepped closer to gently hold her boyfriend's hands. 

“Well….you look okay….” Mitch mumbled. 

“What?” For the first time there was a note of annoyance in Jean’s voice. 

“I mean, you of course look great….” Mitch backpedaled slightly, “but the costume really doesn’t match your body type. I mean, who ever heard of a 5’3 Amazon barbarian? You don’t exactly fit the image, ya know?”

“Oh really? Pray tell, oh great arbiter of appropriate cosplay, what am I missing?” Jean stood back and folded her arms, doing her best to articulate her displeasure. Mitch swallowed and closed his eyes in mock concentration, placing a hand on his chin to emphasize his seriousness. 

“Well, for one thing you’re too short. I’d say in order to cosplay a convincing barbarian you need to be at least 6’4 preferably taller.” As he spoke Jean’s body began to change. She slowly stretched taller, she soon matched Mich at 5’10 in her heels but she didn’t stop there. Higher and higher her head rose, up to 6 feet and beyond. Before long she was comfortably looking down at the top of Mitch's head from her lofty height 6’10 in her shoes. 

“And of course you need muscles. Every barbarian’s gotta be able to at least bench over 200 if not more. Plus they should be totally shredded.” Once again Jean’s body morphed at Mitch’s words. Her shoulders grew broader, eclipsing his own, while her arms packed on massive biceps. Her pecs stretched her bikini to its limits while her thickening thighs shifted her skirt. Even her quads grew dramatically, soon dwarfing even Mitch's biceps. And of course her fully exposed stomach rippled with hard, defined abs. 

“And finally, well, if you’re gonna be a female barbarian you should be at least an F cup, preferably larger. And your ass should match.” You know the drill, Jean’s chest puffed up, swelling passed all the early letters of the alphabet. Finally settling on a cool K cup, easily larger than Mitch’s upper torso. At the same time her ass grew larger and rounder than it already was, forming into a perfect peach shape. There was enough ass back there to balance a tea set. 

“Of course all that being said, it never hurts to be even bigger than all that. You know, to really fit the image? There are a handful of women who could pull off all that other stuff but if you really want to blow away the competition, bigger is always better.” Mitch opened his eyes just in time to see Jean grow in front of him. Her head passed the 7 foot mark and approached the 8 foot ceilings. Her entire body swelled with thick, amazonian muscle that put world class athletes to shame, all the while maintaining her soft, femanin outline. Her breasts grew to the size of large beach balls, obscuring her face from Mitch’s dwindling perspective, while her ass expanded in all directions. When she finally finished growing, her head lightly brushing the hotel room ceiling, she bent at the waist to look Mitch in the eye. Her hair cascaded around his head, encompassing him in a curtain of ebony silk. His crotch twinged at the sight of her large, perfect face mere inches from his own.

“You’re so silly Mitchy, I was born to fit this cosplay.” She licked her red, pillowy lips mere inches from Mitch’s nose as she glared hungrily down into his eyes. “You said the bus leaves in 15 minutes? I think we have time to play a little before then, hmmm?” Mitch could only nod, his voice trapped in his throat as he stared up at his towering girlfriend. “Good boy.” She whispered. She lifted him up and tossed him over her shoulder as she walked towards the bed, careful not to slam his head into the ceiling as she did so. 

She tossed him unceremoniously onto the bed, ripping his costume off in one swift motion, exposing his cock. 

“Jean wait.…” Mitch tried to protest. 

“No waiting, tiny man. Jean wants snu snu!” She placed herself over Mitch, the bed creaking under her immense weight. Once again Mitch found himself surrounded by her dark hair as she leaned over him, placing a large, wet kiss on his lips. Her titanic breasts enveloped his abdomen and rib cage,  pressing him deeper into the mattress. He tried to push her off, to lessen the immense pressure on his body, but was completely unable to affect her massive frame. “Mmmm, I love it when you try to fight back!” Jean growled through their kiss. She forced her tongue down Mitch’s throat, as if in an effort to subdue him. It worked. Mitch already knew he wanted her. Goddamn he’d never wanted her so much in his life. At first he’d been a little scared, of her size, her strength and of course of her sudden domineering attitude. But now that fear melted away into desire. He reached up and placed his arms around Jean’s neck, fully embracing her. She purred with delight as she lowered her waiting womanhood onto his erect penis.

She was gentle, despite her great size and overwhelming strength. Mitch never felt like he was in any danger. Of course, he was just along for the ride. Before he had always initiated and taken charge during sex. Now, any effort of his to change positions was easily ignored. Jean was in full control of the pace and flow of their lovemaking. She didn’t even wait for him to follow her lead, she simply moved him where and when she wanted. 

She ended their session laying on her back, the back of her head held in her hands, one leg straight and the other bent up while Mitch lay on her chest, quietly sucikling her massive teat. They lay like that for some time before Jean sat up, causing Mitch to slide helplessly off her chest. She stood and stretched, not fully as that would put both her arms and her head through the ceiling. She buttoned up her bra and skirt and turned to look down at her tiny boyfriend. 

“Well? Get ready. The bus leaves in 5 minutes and I don’t want to be late.” She winked down at him and strode towards the door, ducking through to wait in the hallway. Oh man Mitch thought this is gonna be the best con ever!          

 

       

 

I first met Shelby in college. We were both studying the same degree and shared several classes but we didn’t actually meet until well into the fall of our first year. It was all thanks to a group project. Of course our initial interactions were stilted and awkward but very quickly we became comfortable with one another. From that moment onward, I knew she was the one. We became best friends almost immediately and started doing almost everything together and I can’t describe how happy it made me to just be with her. 

I might be a bit biased but Shelby was, in my humble opinion, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I hate to say it but it was likely that my initial attraction to her was based solely on her physical appearance. She stood about 5’5 with straight dirty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. Everything about her body was slim and delicate and while she didn’t have very large breasts she had a perfectly shaped ass that flowed into silky smooth legs. In short. She was hot. But I quickly realized it wasn't just her appearance that was attractive, oh no. She loved to joke around and could keep up with,  and even outmatch, my own sense of humor. We both liked a lot of the same things, like gaming and reading, though we weren’t without our differences. Sometimes it felt like we were so close that we might as well already be a couple.

But alas, things were not yet to be. I wasted too much time ho-humming about the risk of asking her out for real and losing such a great friend. By the time I’d made up my mind to throw caution to the wind, someone had beaten me to it. Perhaps even then it wasn’t too late. If I had just made my feelings known in spite of her new partner things might have turned out differently. But I just told myself I didn’t want to be “that guy” and that I was happy with our friendship. Which I was, until I wasn’t. 

Things changed pretty quickly, as they tend to do, and after our second year of school both Shelby and I made the decision to leave our current school and pursue different degrees. Unfortunately this meant we’d no longer be in the same place. I moved to the northeast coast and she to the midwest. And slowly, but surely, our friendship faded. It wasn’t due to any intent on either of our parts but as we simply didn’t see each other anymore and our only means of communication was online, it just wasn’t possible to maintain the same level of friendship. I resigned myself. And let her fade from my life, hoping that someday I would be able to look at someone else the way I looked at her. That is, until our lives suddenly crossed paths once again.  

 

It all started with a text message. 

Hey, can I ask u something kinda personal?

Yeah sure, what's up?

So

If u had the option to be taller would u take it?

Uh, yeah I guess I’m not really unhappy with my height tho 

Are you?

Yeah kinda :/ 

I know 5’5 isn’t super short for a girl but this job I’m working is mostly men and it makes me kinda nervous 

Yeah I guess I could see that

Is that even possible though? To grow taller?

Yes! I did some looking and there’s this new procedure looking for clinical trials and they said they’d accept me!

Oh nice? Are you gonna do it?

At this point I was nursing a semi. The thought of Shelby growing taller, taller than me at least, was something of a fantasy of mine. To hear that it might actually happen? Well, let’s just say I knew what I’d be thinking about when I went to bed tonight. 

I think so

I’m a little nervous about it that’s why I asked u

You’ve always been good at advice

Well, how exactly does it work?

They said it’s pretty simple, all they do is stimulate muscle and bone growth with a hormone injection and then they inject some stuff directly into your bones so you can grow even after puberty.

That sounds….safe?

Yeah I kinda thought the same thing ._. 

But apparently they’ve had really positive results so far with people growing up to 8 inches. 

Hold on, 8 inches? That would make you 6’1! That’s huge?

Haha, yeah. But I don’t think I want to get that tall. I’m aiming for 5’10 5’11. 

There was a pause as I searched for the right words to continue the conversation. Thankful I didn’t have to. 

Soooooo how tall are u? ;) 

5’7 on a good day 5’6 ¾ if you wanna be super specific. 

Would it be weird? 

If I was 3 or 4 inches taller than u?

No! Not at all. 

Actually

I’d find it kinda hot…

I took a deep breath in. Talk about a risky text. There was an agonizing moment before Shelby responded. 

Good ;)

I’ve made up my mind then

I’m gonna be moving back east in a about a year, as soon as my contract with this job is up

We should hang out again!

Yeah!

I’d love that!

I don’t think I have to explain to you the feelings I was feeling right about now. I don’t think I could. The love of my life, the one that got away, was not only moving closer to me but she seemed actually interested in me! Oh. And she was fulfilling one of my deepest fantasies by growing from a devastatingly beautiful woman into a devastatingly beautiful woman who could potentially look down at the top of my head in flats. 

We chatted much more that night, mostly about other things. Catching up and all that. And we would keep that up. Constantly messaging each other every day for several months.

At this point Shelby was already well into her growth procedure. Apparently the initial phase doesn’t include much height growth as it focuses on increasing muscle and bone density to support the real growth later on. As a result, Shelby had been spending more and more time at the gym. 

Heeeeeey! Guess what!

What?

I just benched 150lbs!

150! That’s more than I weigh!

Geez! That’s nearly as much as I weigh!

Hahaha

I bet I could bench u soon ;)

I’m sure you will

I mean

You’re already a lot stronger than me

Really?

u think?

I know it!

I can barely lift 70lbs let alone twice that!

Wow that’s so cool!

We should arm wrestle when we hang out, just to be sure >:)

Can’t wait!

By then you could probably lift me with one hand!

:O

>:) that’d be super hot

You can imagine what images were stuck in my mind for weeks after that. But Shelby wasn’t done. About a month into the second phase, the part with the actual growth, she sent me this. 

None of my bras fit :P 

Attached was an image of her chest. Twin globes stretching against the fabric of a low cut T-shirt. I could faintly see two small nubs poking through that could only have been her nipples, something that’s bound to happen when you outgrow your bras.  

Oh...wow…

u like? 

I mean, God yes

But….how?

The second phase is basically like a second puberty so I was bound to get bigger boobs :P

I used to be an A cup

I’m a 38DD now

A second image. This time she was cupping her left breast in her hand, her titflesh bulging between her fingers.

That's 

Wow

You’ve got some reall….

badonkers? :P

Yes

dobonhonkeros

Massive dahoonkabhankaloos

big ol’ tonhongerekoogers

By the time we meet up I’ll have even bigger bonkhonagahoos!

Humungous hungolomghnonolouhongous!

XD

 :D

You get the idea. 

It wasn’t long until she sent me the message I’d be waiting for. 

So

Guess what?

Hmmmmmmmmm

Your house was blown up by giant fire ants?

Nope!

Your future self traveled back in time in an attempt to kill you and save the world?!

Wtf nooo!

YOU traveled back in time and accidentally dated your father so now you have to set up your parents at senior prom to prevent you and your siblings from being erased from time itself?!?!

Noooooo! >:(

Well I’m out of guesses…

I

Am finally 

Taller 

Than u :)

5’8 as of this morning

Oh shit

That’s hot

I know ;)

Shorty

Hey now

I’m still like 2 years older than you young lady

Maybe 

But I’m taller and stronger

I can squat like 200 pounds ez

And soon

I’ll be even tallerrrrrr

I hope you don’t mind heels >:)

Oh lordy

I hadn’t even considered that….

Of course, I had.

I’m not sure how big my feet will end up being but I’m gonna buy a pair of 6’ stilettos as soon as I can. 

Jesus

You’d be like 6’5

I know!

You’d be eye level with my shoulders

I could fit ur whooooole head under my chin!

u wouldn’t be able to kiss me unless I bent over!

Kiss you?

Are we?

Will I be able to do that when you come over?

Yeah, I guess…

I mean…

If that’s okay?

Her domineering attitude faltered slightly and I realized that while what we had been doing the past half year could only be construed as flirting, we’d never actually solidified our relationship. 

Yeah

I’d like that

Good!

Me too

:)

 

I took a huge sigh of relief. I guess we’d done it. We were “a thing” now. Suddenly the next 6 months couldn’t go by fast enough, not that they could before. Every day I received a text updating me on Shelby’s height. While the growth was relatively slow she kept finding interesting ways to spice things up. Like the time she sent me a selfie of her standing in line at a concert, easily looking over the heads of those in front of her. At this point she was 5’9 but was wearing 4 inch heels bringing her up to 6’1. Or the time she sent a video of her working out. Seeing her taut muscles glisten with sweat as she hefted nearly 300 pounds from a squat was….well it was something all right.

 

Finally the fated day arrived. I had agreed to pick Shelby up at the airport and she had agreed to have a surprise for me. I could only imagine the surprise related to those heels she’d mentioned. 

I waited at baggage claim, shuffling nervously. Her plane had already deboarded and people were collecting their luggage. But I couldn’t see anyone that resembled Shelby, not even a sized up amazon version of her. Maybe she missed her flight? No, she would’ve said. And she sent me a text as soon as they started boarding. That’s when I heard a faint *ding!* from my pocket. I took out my phone to see the message. 

Turn around ;)

I did so, slowly. The sight that met my gaze was better than I ever could’ve ever hoped for.

Standing before me was the same girl I’d met all those years ago. The same, but also drastically different.   

“Hey there, Shorty!” Hearing Shelby’s voice for the first time in years was like hearing I’d won every lottery in every state at once. It was glorious. Almost as glorious as the rest of her. She was definitely taller and a quick peek down at the floor confirmed the heels I’d been expecting. Her massive chest was just below my eye level puting her somewhere around the 6’5 figure I’d imagined. And her revealing attire clearly showed off her rock hard abs and tight muscles. She was still lean, just toned and harder than steel. Just as she’d said, her face and lips were completely out of the reach of my own. But that didn’t matter as she took my face in her delicately gloved hands and stooped to kiss me passionately. Her large, soft lips felt like they covered half my face and as she pulled me close to her warm body I felt her breasts saddle my neck like the world’s softest pillows. 

Eventually she let me go, though I could’ve continued for as long as we both had breath. She took my hands in hers and looked down at me, she looked nervous. 

“So….are you happy to see me?” What an odd question. I couldn’t seem to come up with an answer so I just smiled and hugged her tightly. I nuzzled my head under her neck and she patted me gently, pulling me in closer with her free arm. “I guess that’s a yes!” She giggled. I could feel the power in her body and knew that while embraced like this I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. Which of course, I did not. 

On the drive home I was perhaps the most nervous I've ever been. Not just because I was thinking about what might happen when we got to my apartment, Shelby would be staying with me for a bit until she found a place of her own, but also because I simply could not keep my eyes off her. When she first entered the car she made a big show of sliding the passenger seat all the way back. She then gracefully slid her long legs into the space she'd made and ducked in. 

All the way home she chatted me up about how life changing the procedure was. How she now received respect from most men shorter than her, though many still viewed her as a potential conquest. Which was fine as she was now quite possibly stronger than any man on the planet. Every time we went over a bump her chest jiggled in my periphery. She ignored my glances, or pretended to. 

"You should have seen my big brother's face when I told him I was taller than him! He practically dropped his phone!" She giggled gleefully and glanced over at me. "Hey, I've been meaning to say…." She trailed off for a moment. "Thanks. For letting me back into your life. I know we kinda….drifted a bit. That was partly my fault." She averted her eyes, clearly anxious. 

"No it was both our faults but I want you to know….that there will always be a place for you in my life." I meant what I said of course and Shelby could tell. She smiled, wider than I'd seen in a long time. 

Once we got back to my apartment we spent the better part of our evening unpacking Shelby’s stuff. She only had two bags but I found out that wasn't because she picked light. 

"Jesus!" I strained as I attempted to lift the bag from the trunk. "What'd you put in here? Cement?" Shelby reached over my shoulder and casually lifted the bag and tossed it over her shoulder. 

"Oh, just some books and stuff!" She winked and hefted the second bag, which looked even heavier, if that were possible, and carried both through the door. I gulped, which I hoped wasn't audible, and followed her inside. 

Later that night, after everything was squared away, Shelby and I were chilling after dinner when she suddenly stood and walked over to the table. She sat down and placed her elbow on the table's surface and wiggled her fingers at me. I knew what she was getting at. 

"You sure this is really necessary? It's pretty obvious how much stronger than me you are." 

"I know. But we promised!" She wasn't taking no for an answer. I steeled my resolve and took my seat. 

It was clear from the start that what I'd said was true. I didn't stand a chance. Shelby’s arm rose intimidatingly from the table. Its bicep was easily the size of a softball and much, much harder. She had to lower her wrist slightly so that my comparatively twiggy arm could reach hers. Her hand engulfed my own, it felt like I was a child holding his mother's soft fingers. 

"Ready when you are!" Shelby sang. I took a deep breath….and heaved. 

I had intended to give my all from the start. That was the only way I'd ever put up a fight. So you can imagine my surprise when nothing happened. I faltered, then redoubled my efforts, gripping the table with my other hand to brace myself. Shelby’s eyes widened in genuine shock. 

"Wait hold on….you're serious?" She asked in disbelief. I grunted and strained in affirmation. "Oh my God! Dude! I'm not even trying. Like I'm not even using my arm, just my wrist!" I looked up at her, red in the face from effort. "Try both arms! I wanna see how much stronger I really am!" I obliged. From my end there was no perceivable change. Shelby, for her part, just squinted into the distance and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "No. Nothing. I barely feel you. Gosh babe, I guess this means I'm the man of the house. Don't worry I'll  be sure to protect my little wifey from all the big strong girls out there!" She giggled and with a casual motion pinned my arm to the table. I panted breathlessly, both glad and disappointed that the ordeal was over. Except it wasn't. 

I tried to pull my arm back to my side but found it still pinned in Shelby’s iron grip. I looked up at her face, which was now nearly as red as my own. Still holding my hand she casually slid the solid oak table across the floor until there was nothing between us. 

"We're going to your room now." She stated matter of factly and turned around. I couldn't possibly stop her as she pulled me along. She only had to pull because we both found my fruitless struggles incredibly arousing. 

Once in my room Shelby unceremoniously tossed me onto the bed with only one arm and slid out of her clothes almost as fast as I did. Sitting there, on the bed, I could finally see Shelby’s body in all its glory. 5'11, probably closer to 6 feet even, and chiseled from the finest Greek marble. From her pecs to her deltoids she was the perfect mix of muscle and femininity. Her globe-like breasts hung like perfectly placed ornaments on her wide chest. She did a turn for me, pausing to flex while her back faced me. Her muscles rippled and then froze in steely groups along her shoulders. 

"Alright small stuff," she commanded me to move from my position on the bed with a simple wave of her hand. "Get to work." She lay down, spreading her legs before me. I dove in enthusiastically.

All that night we made love. While Shelby was always careful and gentle she also made it perfectly clear who was in charge. As if there were ever any doubt. The highlight for me was when she lifted me with one hand, gripping both of my own above my head, and pinned me to the wall whilst kissing me deeply. She then let my hands down and supported my weight with her knee against my crotch. I went to work on her breasts while she gently stroked my dick with her long finger. That first night is burned into my memory, until the end of time.

Shelby and I have been together for almost 3 years now. I proposed last week, though I knew from the moment I first met her all those years ago that She would be the woman I married, if any. She actually continued to grow a little after her procedure ended, finally stopping at 6’2. An inch taller than was supposed to be possible. Neither of us minded of course. 

She bought an even taller pair of heels to celebrate our engagement. A full 12 inches. Putting her at an even 7 feet 2 inches tall while fully decked out. I have no idea where she’d found them but at this height her boobs were actually above my face. I learned this when she surprised me, as she loves to do, by sneaking up behind me.

I felt something soft press into the back of my head. I thought at first it must be her mouth but when I turned around I found myself face-to-tit with….well….tits. Shebly giggled from somewhere way above me and pressed my head up and into her cleavage before stepping back and letting get a good look at her. She was massive. I mean of course she was but it’s not every day that you see someone nearly a foot and a half taller than you. She engulfed my field of view and I was completely taken in. She was wearing a black and red lingerie set that was more wispy lace and frills than it was fabric. Her titanic chest was barely contained by the translucent material and hung tantalizingly out of reach. While I was still processing the sight before me Shelby stepped forward and initiated foreplay.       

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” She trilled girlishly. “A tiny, little man. Why don’t you give me a kiss, little one?” She presented her cheek, barely lowering her face at all. Obviously, I stood no chance of reaching her angelic face. So I improvised. 

Shelby purred audibly as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss her exposed chest, gently massaging them on either side. 

“Such a good little man…you deserve a reward.” With that she bent, only slightly, at the waist. Placed both hands under my armpits and lifted me up. Up and up until my crotch was at her face level. She adjusted her grip to hold me one handed under my butt and with the other hand tore my pants and underwear from my body. I was, of course, already rock hard. I usually am around her. And she guided my member into her oversized mouth. 

Her tongue, god her tongue. It was almost as big as my erect dick. I don’t say that because I’m small, no, Shelby’s just big. It wrapped around me like a python. Gripping and squeezing as if it planned on sucking the life right out of me. Which it did. Promptly. 

After I’d emptied untold generations into her mouth she lowered me and cradled me in her strong arms. Every now and then she’d kiss me and giggle softly as I strained to lift my head to meet hers. 

She was perfect.

Everything was perfect.

 

And all it took,

 

 

Was a second chance.