Growing confidence

Megan started the groggy transition from sleep to wakefulness when the Sun started lighting the sky, even before peeking out over the horizon. She felt a moment of panic when she realized that rather than lying down she was sitting, her head resting on the desk in front of her.

She stood up in panic, only to have the memories of the previous night flood her mind. She felt a tinge of guilt as she looked to her left to find a nasty looking dark stain in the wall and carpet that she knew would be hell to remove. She forgot about it as her eyes set on the phone sitting on the table, reminding her about Gregg’s text.

Anger welled up inside her. And, for once, she felt like doing something about it. Megan was about to pick the car keys up when she reasoned that there was no point showing up looking like a mess.

Still, she was quick about the shower and make up, even if she ended up choosing her clothing to highlight her slim figure as best as she could. Her car’s clock told her it was 6:23 AM by the time she started driving to Gregg’s.

On her way there she realized that quite surprisingly she was feeling well enough. Downing almost an entire bottle of wine and sleeping at her desk should have left her messed up enough, but Megan was actually feeling better than ever. Fit, strong and alert, she did not remember ever having felt so good before. Which, in turn, was also helping in keeping her confidence at its peak.

Megan did not waste any time in parking properly and simply stopped her car in Gregg’s driveway. Ten seconds later, she was insistently ringing the doorbell.

She kept at it for over a minute, making every dog in the neighborhood bark, until a light on the top floor finally told her that someone was going to do something about her persistence.

Gregg’s eyes opened wide in surprise in his otherwise sleepy face when he opened the door to find her there.

“Megan?” he asked, clearly startled.

Megan took out her cellphone as a response, unlocking the screen and showing him the text that she had received.

“I came here to tell you that whoever was the bitch you were trying to get into your bed last night she never got your message!”

He reacted right away. There was shame in his expression, at first. He backed a couple of steps. Megan did not waste any time to step into the house. She was out for blood, and she was not going to let go so soon.

Her push seemed to make Gregg react. She could almost hear the gears inside his head turning as he tried to think his way out of the situation.

“I guess the message did not come out as I expected…” he started to say.

“As you expected? You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to treat people like this?” Megan yelled, letting her frustration out. Gregg took a couple more steps back, and she just chased.

And then, something clicked in Gregg’s expression. His attitude suddenly changed. Megan saw the fire in his eyes.

“And what the fuck did you expect? Twelve dates and not even a blow job? Who the hell do you think you are? A Victoria’s Secret angel?”

His comeback did not do anything to calm her down.

“You fucking pig! What do YOU think I am? A sex doll?”

“Of course not! If you were, you would have tits!”

Megan lost it. She walked the last couple of steps towards Gregg and pushed him with both hands. And then, nothing happened. She realized her mistake as soon as she looked up and saw the mad expression on his face.

Gregg was a full head taller, and he probably had eighty pounds on her. She felt his hand on her shoulder soon after. His push was way more effective than hers, sending Megan back and making her lose her balance. She ended up on her ass, looking at the looming presence of her ex.

Megan rushed to get back on her feet, but of course, this was not going to help her much. There was no doubt she had pushed Gregg’s buttons. There was nothing kind in his expression as he moved towards her. She was starting to realize how much of a mistake coming here had been. But her pride demanded that she stand her ground.

“You think you are a brave man, pushing a woman?”

“Get out of my fucking house!” Gregg replied, in the angriest tone she had ever heard him use.

Megan knew she should probably head back to the car and get out of the area as soon as possible. But she could just not have it. If only she were stronger! If only she could be the one pushing others around for once!

Her body seemed to react to the thought. Greg stopped on his tracks as Megan moaned, more out of surprise than out of suffering. She felt a tightening in her chest. Her fit clothes soon felt it too. Her jaw dropped as her breasts swelled under the slim fit blouse, pushing the fabric way beyond its expected limits.

“What?” Megan and Gregg said in unison.

The cotton of the blouse was beginning to complain by the time Megan noticed that her chest was not the only part of her body that seemed to be fighting with her attire. A sudden discomfort down at her feet made her realize that her toes were pushing hard against the tips of her sneakers.

When Megan looked back up, she realized that she was looking straight into Gregg’s eyes. To say that he was freaked out would have been a massive understatement.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, suddenly not feeling so sure of himself.

Almost as if in response, the button of her tight jeans was ripped open, the zip bursting soon after. Megan simply moaned, as astonished as her ex, but way less frightened. She had no clue about what was happening to her, but if anything, the incredible physical process she was going through was strangely gratifying.

By the time her toes finally poked through the ruined fabric of her footwear, the tables had turned and it was Megan who was looking down on Gregg, who could barely make it to her collarbone.

He finally could not take it anymore and tried to dash past her. Away from his house! Megan could simply not have this, so she just moved her arm to intercept. Gregg slammed in her extended limb. Her slender arm did not even move an inch as he crashed on it and was pushed backwards. Encouraged, Megan shoved him, sending him flying a few feet back, making him land on the sofa.

Megan moaned again, exhilarated at being able to handle Gregg like she was doing. In the process, she had lost every single button of her blouse, which was now open and stretched to its limits, showing her flat stomach to the world.

It was not the only thing that showed. Upset about Gregg’s comments about her chest, Megan had chosen to wear her sexiest push up bra. It was clear that the piece of lingerie was suffering, pushed well beyond its expected resistance by her expanding chest. Her breasts seemed to have swollen to newer proportions, and Megan wondered whether that was the result of the bra’s push up effect or driven by something else. She did not have time to reach too many conclusions, since the bra gave up then and there, its elastic band making it fly away from her chest and comically land on Gregg’s face.

Megan chuckled at the scene, breaking out into a laughter when Gregg rushed to push the bra away from him as if it were a dangerous animal.

“What the hell is going on?” he yelled.

“Well, I think it’s quite obvious that I’m growing,” Megan replied with a shrug.

Her head hit the ceiling at that precise moment, making dust and plaster rain into the living room. An instant later, her tight jeans could not take it anymore and ripped by half, leaving her with two rapidly constricting sleeves around her thighs.

Her head started pushing into the ceiling, forcing Megan to stoop. This proved to be fatal for her blouse, which ripped in half and basically became a collection of shreds hanging from her shoulders.

“This is… impossible!” Gregg said.

Of course, Megan knew her ex was right. The only problem was that it was really happening. And, somehow, even if she knew she should be as freaked out as he was, she was enjoying it very much.

Her shoes were basically gone by now. Megan was momentarily distracted by a pop coming from her finger. She realized that it had been her ring snapping as it could not contain her expanding finger anymore. Her GOLD ring.

“Oh wow!” she said, ignoring Gregg’s remark and focusing on what was happening to her instead.

The remaining fabric that had formerly been part of her jeans was starting to rip apart. She helped accelerate the process when she decided to kneel in order to gain some breathing room for her ever expanding form.

Lying on the sofa, Gregg was already starting to feel ridiculous.

“Megan… you will grow through the house!” Gregg yelled.

She was still enjoying the physical pleasures of the growth process very much, but Gregg’s words were enough to the point to make her shift part of her attention to them. Of course, he was right. If the growth did not stop, and there were no hints that it would, she would eventually burst through the roof. Megan had read enough giantess stories to know that no house would ever be able to contain an expanding girl, so she was not too worried about getting stuck inside.

Gregg’s expression became even more panicked when she smiled evilly in reply.

“Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t live here, then!”

She could tell that he had not liked her response very much. Her panties burst from her clean-shaven womanhood just then, shooting just past Gregg’s head.

“Megan, you are crazy!”

She did not like the answer. And Megan was quickly learning that she should not have anything she did not like. She wanted to punish him. Instead, she felt the gradual stretching of her body accelerating. She moaned, as the sudden growth spurt came together with a burst of physical pleasure. A second later, her entire head was in the bedroom upstairs, after having effortlessly broken through the floor. It had not hurt even a bit.

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Gregg pinched himself one more time, trying to make sure that this was a bad dream and not a real nightmare. It hurt, which was bad news. Very bad news.

He could still not believe the situation he was living in. It seemed straight out of a terror or fantasy book. Having his ex-girlfriend getting him out of bed at 6:30 in the morning had been annoying, but still explainable. After all, he had treated her like shit. Everything that had come afterwards had not been.

They had gone out for a little over a month by the time Gregg had decided to end the relationship. His quick wits had been enough to seduce her when he had seen her at a bar. Back then, Gregg had thought that she would be a great reward for an easy effort. He had been wrong. He had been very wrong. It soon became obvious that they were not looking for the same thing out of a relationship, and after twelve dates without having even been able to get close to her panties he had decided that it was not worth investing anymore. After all, it was not as if he was going to marry her. And her skinny figure certainly did not deserve such a titanic effort.

The break-up had been easy. Almost too easy. Then he had messed it up with his text. It was not the first time it happened to him when he was drunk and horny. Never before had he had any ex-girlfriend showing up and growing through the ceiling of his living room, though.

His body ached, bruised from Megan’s previous shove, as he sat down and looked at the still expanding skin that filled his living room. Her bare feet now reached all the way to the door as she knelt, her torso now gradually getting into the room upstairs, widening the hole in the ceiling as it did.

How could this be happening? Women did not grow, did they? And how could Megan not be as freaked out about it all as he was?

Gregg had to interrupt this train of thought and focus on more immediate things when he realized that Megan’s knees had pushed a coffee table out of their way and that her stance had widened enough for her to block his path towards the main door. As a matter of fact, they were now getting dangerously close to him.

His adrenaline went up, making him focus on the immediate danger. Gregg stood up right away and jumped over the sofa, getting into the kitchen by the time Megan’s knees overturned the coach. He could sense her growth was accelerating, and the feeling was confirmed by a very loud crashing noise from upstairs.

Gregg was vaguely aware of the fact that he was losing a house. This did not matter too much to him, right now, though. Saving his life was way more important. He rushed through the back door and felt his heart freeze when he looked up only to see Megan’s head poking through the roof. She was thankfully not looking his way, but from his position Gregg could see that her expression revealed nothing else that an incredibly satisfied woman. What made everything even worse was that it was obvious that she was still growing.

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Megan was looking straight at Gregg’s bed while her knees were still firmly planted on the floor below. Her head had gone through the floor as if it had been made of rice paper and continued to steadily rise. If anything, the spurt that had sent her into the second floor seemed to have accelerated the entire process, and the roof of the house was approaching fast.

Things did not only appear to be lower anymore. They now looked significantly smaller. Of course, the reason why was obvious: she was growing. And not just a little.

Megan’s mind was a mess as it was trying to reconcile the shock at what was happening to her with the excitement that she felt at it all. After all, she was way too rational to believe that women could grow even though she had been dreaming about it during her entire adult life.

Her knees pushed something out of their way as they kept expanding on the ground floor as her head kept ascending. Megan wondered how big she would get. Her head barely slowed down as it finally hit the ceiling and poked through the roof, letting fresh air in.

She had not been too concerned about the ability of the house to retain her, but feeling the warm early morning air in her hair was welcome. Encouraged, Megan pushed herself up, rising from her knees. A whole awful lot of the house broke as she did, even if with little resistance. A couple of seconds later she was standing, head and chest rising out and clearing the roof.

Megan realized for the first time that she was stark naked. Under any other circumstance, this alone would have freaked her out, but there was just too much going on for her to get worried about her nudity at the moment.

Gregg’s house had not been imposing, but it had not been small either, and right now, Megan’s entire torso was peeking out of it. And she was still growing.

The hole in the roof, quite centered in the house, got wider as the giant’s hips started pushing through it. By now, all Megan could do was admire her surroundings as they got lower and lower.

How could this be happening? Megan vaguely remembered about the previous night and her intense and drunken dreams about getting strong enough to get even with life. Was this a dream come true? Or was she still dreaming?

She pinched her left arm.

“Aw!” she complained as it hurt.

Her yelp was promptly answered by a longer, more scared-sounding scream. Megan, who had been facing the back of the house as she grew, turned to find the now ridiculous Gregg looking up at her in awe. He was about a block down the street.

“Gregg!” she said, sounding excited.

Her ex did not waste any time in turning and resuming his escape, running as fast as he could.

Fueled by the sudden annoyance that she felt at the sight of him, her body shot upwards with a final growth spurt. By the time it was done, her knees were easily peeking over the roof and the growth was over. It was almost as if her body had decided to give control back to her so that she would be able to deal with the slimy bastard as he deserved.

By now, Gregg was already a block and a half farther. It was still early enough in the day that he was on his own on the road, one of the many similar ones in the suburb where he lived. From her vantage point of view, Megan could see several lights going on in windows on both sides of the street, but no one else seemed to be interested in joining Gregg outside.

Megan knew she should be freaking out, but she was too focused on her ex-boyfriend to think beyond the moment. It was in that mood that she moved her slender leg forward and easily broke through the remainders of the house, setting her bare foot on Gregg’s backyard. Walking around the house was a piece of cake, so she was soon standing on the street.

The pavement felt warm under her bare soles as she followed Gregg’s escape in the distance. He was now about four blocks away, but she was barely worried. It was quite evident that there was no way he was going to get away.

“Where do you think you are going, Gregg?”

Her words made her ex turn. She could see his panicked face even from a distance. She found a dark pleasure at the effect she was causing him. So, rather than stopping and putting some thought on the astonishing situation she was living in, Megan took a step forward, starting the chase.  

The asphalt cracked as she set her full weight on it. It felt weird, more like walking on dried mud than an actual road, but it only took Megan a couple more steps to get used to the pavement feeling softer than it should.

Two more steps and she set her foot by her Prius, marveling when a quick look down revealed that it was somewhat longer than her car. How big had she got? Well, the houses lining up on both sides of the street could not even make it to her knees, so she must be pretty damn big. Megan was versed enough in the giantess fantasy to know that she was far from the size of some of the mega-giantesses she had come to love over the years, but towering as she was over everything in her surroundings, she was not going to complain.

Much like she had expected, the race with Gregg was barely a challenge. It barely took her a dozen steps to cut the distance with her ex by half, even if she had purposefully taken it easy. It was obvious that Gregg had noticed it too. He kept shooting glances at her over his shoulder, increasing their frequency as she got closer.

Megan smiled confidently as she kept her pursuit. She was not only larger or faster, but with her head way over the rooftops, trees and lampposts, she also had a privileged view of her surroundings. There was nowhere for Gregg to go. If he kept running down the street like a headless chicken, she would catch him soon enough. But it was not as if he had many other options. She had no doubts she would be able to remove him from any house if he managed to get into one. And getting into the side streets would only require her to adjust her path and maybe step over a house or two.

Megan felt her nipples swell. For the first time in months she felt in total control. And it was wonderful. Emboldened by the situation, she teased:

“Our conversation is not over, Gregg! Don’t you dare walk off on me!”

Gregg shot another glance at her over his shoulder, but he did not even think about stopping to wait for her. It did not matter. She was less than a block away by now. Megan was eager to get her hands on the fucking jerk, but slowed down, being more careful than ever to prevent any accident. After all, from her vantage point of view he looked the size of a Lego mini-fig, and the last thing she wanted was to step on him before she had the chance to vent.

Her right foot set right behind Gregg an instant later. He almost lost his balance, but miraculously managed to keep running, only to find her left foot landing by his side. Next thing he knew was that his path was blocked by a massive wall of flesh, with a protruding ankle bone that stood as high as his head. He stopped on his tracks, breathing hard as his body tried to recover from the exertion. The foot was turned sideways and blocking about half the road. Gregg saw his salvation in the narrow aisle between its heel and the sidewalk and got ready to dash through that space. Even before he could start the movement, the path was blocked by another landing foot.

He stopped on his tracks, feeling a shiver running down his spine as he looked up. His sight soon locked with Megan’s deep hazel eyes, looking down at him from impossibly high. There was nothing kind about her expression as she smirked.

“Are you in a hurry, Gregg?”

Megan felt her nipples getting even harder as she stood on her ex’s path, feet set on a wide V to block any possible escape route. God! She was so big! The damned scoundrel looked tiny as she eyed him from above.

The scene was bizarre to the point of being grotesque, but it felt so good! Megan had not had the time yet to stop and reflect on what was going on. She would eventually need to do it, but she had more urgent matters at hand.

“I’m afraid that our conversation was interrupted by… well, by me growing through the roof of your house,” she said, chuckling at her pun.

She did not give time any time to react before she started dropping to her knees. Gregg was momentarily paralyzed, and she used the chance to push her ass out and lower her torso, bringing her house-sized face right in front of the cheating idiot. Her ex, who was about the size of an action figure, was shivering in obvious fear. This only managed to stir Megan even further, up to the point where she started feeling a familiar wetness in her womanhood.

She let out a long moan which only managed to spook Gregg even more. And then, she reached out with an extended finger and poked him, making him fly a few feet and sending him on his ass. She chuckled once again, feeling a surge of power running through her veins.

Gregg’s expression was now an almost perfect combination of fear and rage. Megan was way too exhilarated to give a damn.

“How does it feel to be the one being pushed around?” she teased.

Gregg rushed back to his feet, but Megan did not give him the chance to react before she reached out once more with her never ending arm. This time she flicked him in the chest, toning down quite less than in her previous poke. The results were spectacular. Gregg was thrown a dozen feet backwards. He moaned in noticeable pain when he landed. To Megan, it merely registered as satisfying.

“Did I tell you how upset I was at your attitude?” she kept taunting.

It took Gregg a few seconds to recover and stand up, though not without difficulty. When he did, he limped his way to a parked SUV, hiding behind it. As if this were going to help him in any way!

Megan giggled as she repositioned her knees. She then reached out of the large vehicle, closing her fingers around its frame as a girl picking a toy. She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine when her fingertips dented the metal as she pushed it. An instant later, she was lifting the matchbox car from the road, barely feeling its weight. It was exhilarating. She was holding a full-sized car in her hand!

Megan moved her car-holding hand out of the way, blowing Gregg’s hiding spot and arching an eyebrow as she eyed him.

“Really?”

He did not waste any time standing up from his crouching position, ready to make a dash for his life. Megan simply tossed the SUV to the side. It loudly rolled on itself until it hit the front of a rather large house, breaking through the wall and partially embedding on its façade.

“Ooops!” Megan said as she reached out for the fleeing figure of Gregg.

He did not make it very far, the vast reach of her arm more than making up for his running speed. Her palm was soon blocking his way. Gregg could not stop on time and ended up crashing into its soft flesh. He never fell backwards, though. Megan’s fingers closed around his diminutive figure before that could happen.

Holding the car had been great, but there was no way it could match grasping a full-sized person! Megan felt Gregg squirm furiously as she tried to strike the right balance between getting a good grip on him and not crushing him on the spot. He looked and felt so weak that it was not so obvious. By the time she thought she had managed the right amount of strength, she lifted the almost weightless man all the way to her curious eyes, some fifty feet over the ground.

Megan’s nipples swelled so large that they threatened to burst. She moaned once more at the intense pleasure she felt with the situation. Her womanhood was getting drenched as she wrapped her fingers around her miniature ex. Only his head managed to poke from the space between her index and thumb, the rest of her tiny body firmly clutched inside her fist.

“Asshole!” she simply said. Gregg was quite obviously in panic.

“Megan, listen…” he managed to say in a thin voice. “I never wanted to hurt… Ahhh!”

Gregg was abruptly interrupted when Megan tightened her fist around him, pushing his lungs to the point where he could not speak anymore. Still, she was careful not to push too far. She did not want to crush him. At least, not yet.

“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” Megan explained to the now red-faced Gregg. “You will only talk when I tell you to. Understood?”

Gregg kept groaning, but did not seem to acknowledge her request. Megan simply tightened her grip on him, making his reddish face turn into a shade of purple.

“Understood?” she repeated.

He frantically nodded, making her chuckle as she released the pressure on him, letting him take a long breath of fresh air.

“Now, where did we leave it?” she asked. “Oh, yes. I think I was asking for some type of explanation for your message and for having ditched me.”

“Megan, please…Ahhh!”

She had tightened her grip once again.

“No bullshit, Gregg!” she blurted. “I think you were telling me that you were lacking a bit of attention to your sexual needs?”

He did not reply. Instead, he just blushed deeply.

“I was getting to know you, Gregg. I am a shy woman. And you know, I thought I liked you. I must admit that you fooled me. I could have sworn that you were looking for something else. It turns out that you were only out for pussy, were you not?”

Once more, he did not reply. Instead, he just shot a glance at her exposed chest. Megan was momentarily annoyed. Then she realized the absurdity of it all and let out a loud chuckle out.

“Do you like my tits now? I thought you found them too small for your taste!”

Megan was about to keep teasing him when she shot a glance down at her chest and became conscious for the first time about the changes in the area. Her breasts were bigger. They were way bigger! And this was not simply the result of her growth. At first glance, Megan could have sworn that they had grown at least a couple of sizes! No wonder everything had started with a tightening at her chest.

“Oh my goodness!” she said, not talking to anyone in particular.

How was this possible? Her chest had never been one of Megan’s most prominent features, but a quick look down at it now showed her that this was probably going to change. Pear shaped and standing impossibly erect in her chest, her breasts would now easily fill a hand. Of course, she was not going to complain. And, after having somehow accepted that she was the size of a small building, Megan was not about to let this stall her.

Gregg seemed to be more surprised about her change in voluptuousness than she was. Megan decided to use it to tease him a bit more and brought her hand containing the little man right next to her left tit. Her erect nipple rivaled with his head, making her chuckle.

“Tell me Gregg, do you still think they are harder to find than a pirate’s treasure?”

“Please…” he said, sobbing.

Megan felt incredibly thrilled at the absolute control she had over him. So thrilled that it was clear that she would soon need to do something about it.

“You know, Gregg? You may have been right. I may have not been upfront enough when it came to the little pleasures in life. Let me tell you what. I will make up for you!”

He looked momentarily confused as she moved him back to her chest, head right next to her nipple, and commanded:

“Lick!”

He did not comply right away. Upset, Megan squeezed a bit tighter and repeated in an even less friendly voice:

“Lick! Or else!”

Gregg complied right away. It was too much! Megan had to fight hard not to let a loud laugh out as she felt her ex’s tongue in one of the most sensitive spots in her anatomy. Things became even more delightful when, aroused by his efforts, her nipple swelled even larger, knocking Gregg’s head out of the way.

Megan could not help bursting into laughter now.

“Oh my god! You are deliciously pathetic!”

Her cunt was becoming drenched by now. Emboldened by the situation, Megan teased:

“This is making me so horny! I could fuck you whole!”

Then, the red-faced Gregg looked up at her in rage and let out:

“Let me go, you giant bitch!”

Megan’s mood flipped in an instant. One moment she was exhilarated and the next she felt her blood boil. How dared him?

“Excuse me?” she asked, bringing him right in front of her narrowed eyes.

There was no fear in Gregg’s face anymore. His expression was now dominated by anger. He was red-faced as he went on, not realizing about Megan’s change of mood.

“Go fuck yourself, you giant freak!” he said, bringing Megan to the brink of exploding. “You are pathetic! I had to stand you for twelve dates without even getting to second base and now you think you can do anything you want? Do you think that being big gives you the right to push people around? Set me down, you damned bitch!”

Megan’s eyes kept narrowing as she took on Gregg’s rant. Then, her lips curled up in a cold smile as she said:

“As you want.”

Her fingers unwrapped a moment before she carelessly dropped him. He hit the road with a thud that even she could hear. Gregg’s wail was loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. It got even louder when he tried to stand up.

“You broke my leg, you freak!” he cried as he was forced down on a knee.

“My heart is broken,” Megan said in a cold tone.

Gregg could not take it anymore and looked up at her in challenge, raising a fist as he yelled:

“I hope they chase you like a fucking monster! And when they bring you down and lock you in some hangar to run experiments on you, I’ll be there to piss in your mouth!”

Megan was fed up with the tiny prick. Her lips were twisted in a disgusted expression as she said:

“Get out of my fucking sight!”

Gregg never saw what hit him as Megan backhanded him, sending his little figure flying over the roofs of the suburb, landing at an indeterminate spot in the forest beyond. The impact had come together with a noticeable thump. The fact that he had not screamed during his soaring told Megan that he had probably been killed on impact.