Jim seemed more care
free and happy then I had ever seen him as we finished the last bit
of the giant net. We went over board and made the net as big as a
blanket for one of the giants. We unfurled it and both stood up to
survey our effort. “Much more respectable.” I said. Jim agreed.
“This ought to catch us a lot of fucking fish.” He said.
“You seem awfully
chipper today.” I stated. He just smiled, but then his face soured.
“I feel great, but I’ve been putting off telling you something.”
He said. “Oh?” I asked. “Its about Samantha. I don’t think
she is trying to cheat on you, but Brendon is putting on a full court
press and her defenses are slipping.” He said. I frowned.
I wanted to lash out
at him; to tell him that it was none of his business and just because
his slut girlfriend gave herself over to that giant prick did not
mean Sam was going to do the same. I held my tongue instead. He had
no reason to lie. “I’ve seen him grab her ass. He also bragged
about fondling her breast to Jamie.” He said with a somber
expression.
“Now, Daisy thinks
its strategic, like she’s trying to control Brendon to keep Jamie
from getting to much say around here; which might be true, but I
thought you should know either way.” He said. It was unsettling to
say the least, but I have a good poker face and it did no good to put
on a public display; even to Jim. “I know about it.” I lied.
“Oh. So, I guess
Daisy is right?” He asked. “Yeah, but I still don’t like it.”
I replied. Honestly, at this point I calculated that Daisy was
probably spot on. However, I hated that I heard about it from Jim
first. Even if her motives were pure deep down I feared that she was
aroused by his size, youth, and athleticism. I’ve seen her admiring
that massive hard on he’s always sporting when he’s around her. I
was definitely going to confront her about this.
I was actually
nervous as I watched Sam and Brendon approach. It was not different
than any other day since we shared a stretch of beach, but now I knew
things that I didn’t before. I noticed he laughed at something she
said and then caressed her shoulder causing her gigantic, freely
hanging breasts to wobble. She glanced no less than twice at his
genitals. She said goodbye and turned toward me. Her nipples were
erect. I saw him watch her ass as she walked on to me after they bade
each other farewell for the day. She saw me and smiled, but my
anxiety ratcheted up.
She didn’t know it
yet, but we were going to have a discussion and possibly a fight. My
will was strong, but watching her huge form approach gave me pause.
Those giant titties swayed with every step, each forty tons of flesh
held aloft well over a hundred feet in the air, attached to a much
larger body made me nervous where before had only been arousal. She
seemed to grow in size as she approached looming larger and larger. I
was about to accuse her of things that would piss her off and she
could break my body like a twig with little effort.
A shook myself in
preparation. Thinking along those lines would make my arguments less
effective. I was her husband of ten years. I needed to approach it
with confidence as if I was a hundred and eighty feet tall and
looking down at her as I spoke. I could do the act, but would it
work? I guess I’d find out.
I watched as Brendon
did not go home to Daisy and walked off looking for someone bigger,
presumably. It was lucky for me, because I didn’t want that bastard
near while we had our discussion. Sam walked right up and straddled
me. She looked down between her big boobs and over her prominent
bush, “Hey cutie. You got room for me down there?” She asked.
“You know I do.”
I answered. She smiled and then sat herself down right in front of
me. When the dust settled I found myself between her legs and
confronted my her huge hair covered pussy which did appear to be in a
state of arousal. Was it for me? Had this been any other time I would
find myself happily deposited between those meaty lips any moment,
but that wasn’t going to happen this evening.
I took the
initiative like I did on most occasions. I jumped up and grabbed some
pubs and started scaling her pussy. She smiled and kneaded a massive
tit, squashing it first, squeezing, and then sliding her hand out to
the end and twisting a giant nipple. However, instead of attacking
her clit or pushing my legs into her opening like I would typically
do I kept going. I waded out of her bush to her navel hopped over her
thigh fold and clamored up a thigh to her right leg walking out
almost to her knee.
“I thought we
could talk first.” I said. It caught her by surprise, good. She
dropped her huge breast and it flopped loudly against her abdomen and
belly with bone crushing force. Her breast was so big that if she
merely leaned forward it would squash me. My heart was racing, but I
remained determined. “Oh. Am I in trouble or something?” She
asked. “I don’t know. Are you?” I asked as I retreated further
up her leg to her knee.
She sighed. “You
and Jim must have talked?” She asked looking down at me atop her
slightly bent knee. “Yeah.” I answered without going further. She
obviously knew what I was privy to now. Part of being a good debater
is to know when to just shut the fuck up and allow an uncomfortable
silence to work for you. So I waited. She fidgeted and I almost fell,
but I waited still.
Finally, she spoke,
“Well, what is it you wanted to talk about?” She asked. I waited
a moment longer before answering, “That’s what I was hoping to
find out. Do I need to be worried about us?” I asked. I didn’t
confirm any specifics. I simply asked a question and would let her
imagination, armed with the factual knowledge of what she had done
both what I knew about and didn’t, run wild with speculation.
She shifted again
and I almost fell again, but held firm. “No.” She answered. I was
hoping for more. I guess years of arguing with me had prepared her
for most of my strategies. “That’s not what I heard.” I
replied.
“Really? Well,
what did you hear?” She asked allowing annoyance to drip into her
voice. It took resolve not to crumble. My wife eats wild boars bigger
than I am in one bite after she catches and crushes them to death
with her bare hands. “I heard that you encouraged a young, giant,
frat boy douche-bag to flirt with and fondle you.” I said allowing
anger to creep into my voice.
“I did.” She
answered immediately and calmly. “And I have nothing to worry
about?” I shot back incredulously. “No, you don’t.” She shot
back in response. “What are you playing at?” I replied. “I’m
playing at keeping us all safe and sound. That’s all.” She said.
“By letting Brendon have some titty, eh?” I asked.
“Yeah, in case you
haven’t noticed he and Jamie have coupled up. Her ideas about how
this place should be run would scare the shit out of you. So, yeah, I
need to do what I can to have some pull with him.” She said. “Fine,
but why did I have to first hear about this from Jim instead of you?”
I asked. “I was trying to spare us this conversation.” She said.
“Are you sure its
not because you like it?” I asked. “Fuck you, Justin. We’re
done.” She said and she snatched me from atop her knee with her
fingers and unceremoniously dumped me into the sand. She the then
laid down and rolled over away from me in one motion. Her movements
threw up sand and dust, but when it settled her shoulder, back, and
ass were facing me like some thirty to forty foot cliff.
The fall was hard
and my ass hurt, but adrenaline had taken over. I jumped back up and
took off running around her eventually rounding her head to get to
her face. Her eyes were watery, but I was angry. I was going to test
my strategy. What would I do if I was her size? “I’m not done!”
I yelled. “We’re a team. I need to know how far you’re going to
take this. Does he get to fuck you too?” I asked angrily. “Of
course not.” She said. “Eventually, groping and touching isn’t
going to be enough for him.” I added.
“Don’t you think
I know that?” She asked tears flowing freely now. “I just need to
string him along until help comes.” She said. “What if it
doesn’t?” I asked. “Damn it, Justin, I’m doing the best I
can. He’s strong enough that he could take me by force if he wants
to. Neither you or I could stop him.” She said. “If he does...”
She snatched me mid-sentence between her thumb and two fingers
grasping my mid-section.
The next thing I
knew I was rocketed into the air stopping in front of her face as she
was sitting up. “If he does, you’ll do nothing. Understood.”
She said deadly serious. I looked down and her giant titties were
still swaying ever so slightly from her exertion to sit up. I grabbed
her finger grasping me to no avail. “I’ll poke his eyes out while
he’s asleep.” I said. “I’m serious. Promise me.” She said
squeezing me between her finger and thumb.
“Ahhh, I get it.
I’m small and he’s not, but I won’t let him do that…” I
wheased squirming in her firm, nearly painful grasp. “If he does
anything promise me you won’t do a damn thing.” She said.
“No...ahhh.” I winced as she increased the pressure. “Ahhhh….”
I moaned as I writhed between her fingers and thumb determined not to
give up. Her face barely changed.
“Promise me.”
She said with emphasis and squeezing a little tighter as she lifted
me closer to her big brown eyes. I looked at her eyes searching for
ambivalence, but if anything there was only curiosity and resolve;
searching for the perfect amount of physical pressure she needed to
force my compliance. I shook my head and then pushed on her thumb
with all my strength. It didn’t matter the pressure increased. I
was going to have to give in soon or my ribs would break.
“Sam….no...” I
said kicking my legs and writhing. Just when I couldn’t take it
anymore she cracked. “Justin…I...can’t believe...I...I
almost...” She said finally easing up. I went limp. Tears were
streaming as she sat me on her knee again. I crumpled at first, but
with some difficulty got to my knee and then my feet. “I’m sorry.
I’m a giant fucking monster.” She said sobbing now. I slid down
her leg and walked over her thigh and hugged her huge belly. It was
like trying to grapple a living wall. “Shhhhh, no, its OK. I’m
fine.” I said wondering if that was actually true as soreness
lingered. It didn’t go how I’d planned, but I had won.
She picked me up
more gently and brought me to her face. “Just avoid him if you have
to.” I said to her. She blinked some of the tears out of her eyes
and shook her head yes. “I’m so sorry...I can’t believe I
just...being gigantic is changing me. I wish I was normal still...”
She started, but I interrupted, “Shhhh, forget about it. I for one
am grateful you’re big. You’re the best chance we’ve got.” I
said comforting her. We didn’t have sex, but she clutched me like a
tiny teddy bear against her gigantic soft breast as we slept soundly.