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Content: Giant Man, Normal-Sized Woman, Gentle, Growth, Voyeurism, Mind-Reading

 

 

 

Prologue

 

“A stamina boosting ring?” Olivia the Elven Sorceress asked.  “Are you sure?”

 

“More or less,” Lily the Halfling Bard shrugged.  “It’s a simple Transfiguration aura, probably just something to help you stay awake longer or run faster.”

“The fact that there’s one for each of us is a little suspicious, don’t you think?” Tristan the Human Mystic winced.

 

“Sounds like the mind-reader doesn’t want his share of the loot!” Ragnar the Half-Orc Swordsman snorted.

 

“I didn’t say that,” Tristan said, rolling his eyes.  “I’d just like to see someone put one on before I do.”

 

The Party looked at one another anxiously for a moment, before they all yelped “NOT IT!” in a staggered chorus.

 

Bruma the Human Barbarian had yelped “NOT IT!” the slowest, so she groaned and put on her new featureless brass ring.  It was identical to the other rings they had found in the bag in the chest at the bottom of the abandoned dungeon. 

 

The rest of the Party stared at Bruma waiting to see how the ring would change her.  But after a minute of quiet anticipation, Bruma shrugged.  “Nothing’s happening.”

 

“Do you feel any stronger?” asked Olivia.

 

Bruma flexed her massive bicep a moment before picking up a chair and weighing it.  “Maybe a little?  Sort of?  Definitely, kind of.”  

 

It was the only loot they had found on their dungeon-dive, besides “the power of friendship”, which Lily insisted was its own reward.  No one else in the Party agreed, so they drank their disappointment away and staggered out of the tavern back to their separate lives, one magic ring richer.

 

 

Tristan - Human Mystic

 

The long walk from the town to the canyon was a lonely one, but Tristan never felt truly alone.  His psionics allowed him to feel the surface thoughts of every living creature around him, from the birds in the sky to the worms in the soil.  He was surrounded by life and energy, just not life or energy worth communicating with.  He meditated as he walked, focusing his mind on a great big nothing.

 

But the great big nothing was hard to focus on as his robe tightened around his body.  For a moment, he wondered if his clothes were shrinking, but then he saw the ground moving away from him.  He was growing!

 

His robes didn’t put up much resistance as his body expanded larger and larger.  The loose fitting wrappings constricted Tristan’s arms and legs for a moment before tearing and falling off of him.  Tristan felt his robe split down his back before he could think to take it off.  It too tumbled off his quickly expanding figure and fell into the dirt.  By the time Tristan rose past 12 feet, the Transfiguration ring was the only thing still fitting his body, growing with him.  He looked at it in disbelief.

 

“A Ring of Growth?” he groaned.  “Lily said it was a stamina booster!  And what Ring of Growth doesn’t make your clothes grow with you?  Honestly...”

 

Tristan planned to wait for the growth spurt to stop and then remove the ring.  These enchanted items, though rare, were usually also very predictable.  He assumed he’d simply double or triple in height at most, and then be able to simply slip off the ring.  But the growth spurt only seemed to accelerate by the time he had tripled in height.  Tristan watched with growing concern as the canyon floor lowered away from him, as the tops of the pine trees came closer and closer.

 

By the time Tristan hit 50 feet, he felt it safe to assume this was not a normal Ring of Growth at all…

 

By the time Tristan hit 200 feet, he could feel his feet sinking into the soil from his unimaginable weight.  His feet were plowing forward, dislodging bushes and boulders in their path completely unabated.  The canyon itself started to rumble from the sheer vibrations of Tristan’s body swelling larger within it.

 

By the time Tristan hit 400 feet, he wondered - only for a moment - if anyone else in the adventuring party had put on their ‘stamina boosting’ rings yet. 

 

The trees fell below Tristan’s eye level, then his chest, then his waist.  He watched the top of the canyon approach and felt the ground tremble beneath him as he repositioned his expanding feet.

 

After just a few minutes, Tristan’s growth spurt slowed to a halt, the ring’s last bit of energy pushing a few more inches into his 500 foot tall figure.  The rumbling dissipated, replaced with the wind whistling through the canyon, only much softer now from Tristan’s perspective.


Tristan stared incredulously at his body.  The pine trees on the canyon floor barely reached his knees in height.  The canyon walls didn’t even reach his neck.  He could see the entire landscape going on for miles, with a bird’s eye view of the canyon he was now shoulder deep in.  To Tristan, it felt like he was simply standing in a big crack in the ground littered with tiny plants.  But the surrounding landscape was so distinctly small and delicate looking.

 

Tristan wasn’t exactly confused; the ring had obviously been the source of his outrageous expansion.  He felt irritated more than anything, because even if returning to normal was as simple as taking the ring off, his travelling robes were still in tatters, and he’d still be naked the rest of the way home.

 

Tristan did another survey around the shrunken landscape, and saw no signs of anyone in any direction for miles.  Only grazing wild animals in a distant meadow, and specks of birds flying close overhead.

 

“It’s a good thing nobody can see me,” Tristan thought to himself.

 

Right on cue, a tiny yelp of surprise echoed through the canyon. 

 

“Great...” he thought with a sigh.

 

Tristan didn’t let on that he had heard anything.  He shut his eyes, and let his mind reach out for the source.  Weaving through the simple thoughts of animals, he found a more intelligent soul glowing like a bonfire in the dark.  Despite the enormous size disparity between Tristan and this unseen person, their thoughts were perfectly audible to the 500-foot-tall Mystic.

 

A giant, the unseen spectator thought, flushed with fear.  But… not a Giant giant ...  Not blue or red or green … just a … just a giant man.  But how?  Magic?  What magic is that powerful?  The Sable Witches can barely fatten a pig on a cue, much less make a man THAT BIG!  He’s impossibly big, colossal even!  And he’s …

 

The person’s fear was slowly supplanted with arousal.

 

Tristan’s eyebrows raised, in spite of his attempt to play none-the-wiser.

 

He’s gorgeous… the person thought.  He’s gorgeous and impossibly giant and he’s just standing there!

 

Tristan smiled, a little confused for having never been called ‘gorgeous’ before.  But then again, he had never been 500 feet tall and naked before.  Maybe that was the secret nobody had ever told him.

 

Tristan was convinced whoever was gawking at him down in the canyon posed no threat to him, especially now that he was larger than a castle.  But - having never been called ‘gorgeous’ before - he decided to listen just a little longer, just in case they had any other flattering thoughts...

 

He hasn’t spotted me … maybe I should keep it that way.  I should stay hidden.

 

Tristan’s psionics finally honed in on the person’s location - her location.  As easily as a compass points North, Tristan sensed the woman’s mental energy to his left, nestled in a grove of pine trees along a ledge on the canyon wall.  A cloth tent obscured by shrubberies surrounded her, the flaps pulled open just enough for her to gaze in awe at Tristan’s gigantic body.

 

Tristan couldn’t help himself … he dug a little deeper.  The woman’s surface thoughts gave way and her life story poured into Tristan’s mind.

 

Penelope - her name was Penelope.  Human, assigned a girl at birth, raised in a forgettable Noble family, and confined to the manor’s library for most of her youth.  She had read every tome on the ancient civilizations of the World Tree, and found herself entranced by their legends of Giant Kings and Dragon Empresses, especially when there were illustrations... 

 

Coming of age, she used her sizable allowance to fund an archaeological trip to the canyon, only for her hired assistants to come down with Zombie Flu at the last minute.  Working alone, she had unearthed a scrap of fossilized leather here and an arrowhead there.  Convinced she was digging in the wrong canyon, she had planned to pack up and move on this very morning, until the rumbling of Tristan’s growth spurt had awoken her.

 

And now … fear and arousal flooded her mind.  Tristan could sense her clutching the tent’s flap with one hand while her other slowly traced its way up her thigh. 

 

Tristan didn’t want to scare Penelope.  He didn’t want her to know he was aware of her presence at all.  The polite thing to do, he realized, would be to walk off and let her get back to her life.  Even more polite would be not reading her mind and emotions in the first place. 

 

Tristan looked down at the canyon floor where his feet had bulldozed a few trees out of their way.  He lifted a foot and saw the 5-foot-deep crater it had left in its place.  When he lowered it back down, he created another footprint crater without even trying.  He was truly massive, heavier and stronger than any typical windmill-sized Giant or even a castle-sized Dragon. 

 

Tristan had spent so much of his life honing his psionic abilities that he had never found the time to exercise his body.  He had never experienced unparalleled physical strength or stamina - he had never needed it.  Now, though, he was the largest, strongest, and most powerful specimen of any species he had ever heard of.  And he could hear the same thought crossing Penelope’s mind as well.

 

Look at him… she told herself.  He’s taller than the canyon walls.  He’s bigger than a castle, he’s bigger than any Colossus or Titan.  He’s … gorgeous.  Why is he so gorgeous?  Who ever heard of someone that impossibly big being that gorgeous?!

 

Tristan, again, felt like he should move on and let her be.  But then he felt Penelope’s fingers slide to the top of her thighs and reach her lips.

 

Not a sound, she thought as arousal completely overtook her fear, her common sense, and her self-preservation instincts.  Nobody will know, he’ll never know, just don’t make a sound.

 

Tristan could feel the pleasure sweeping through Penelope’s body as she relaxed enough to enjoy herself.  He could feel the muscles in her legs tightening, the electrical currents in her nervous system sparking, the sweat forming on her backside…  Nobody will know, she assured herself.  Just … don’t let him spot you.

 

“Too late,” Tristan thought to himself.  His guilt for spying on Penelope’s mind wavered as he considered that she was spying on him all the same.  Perhaps not as invasive as mind-reading, yet she was still crouching in a tent pleasuring herself to the sight of his enormous naked body.

 

Tristan could have pulled his senses out of Penelope’s whenever he wanted to, but he didn’t want to.  The way Penelope was thinking about him made him feel … incredible.  Tristan had never felt anything looking at himself in a mirror, clothed or not.  But the way Penelope’s imagination raced as her eyes traced every yard of Tristan’s body was intoxicating. 

 

Tristan felt a pressure growing in his loins.  His cock began to harden, already longer and thicker than the pine trees at his shins, and growing even longer and even thicker by the second.  His cock engorged uncontrollably, and the embarrassment he felt he should feel simply never materialized.  Tristan loved how much Penelope loved his body, and for the first time, Tristan loved his own body as well.

 

“Surely not,” he thought as his hand moved to his shaft with a mind of its own.  “I’m not actually going to-”

 

He’s - he’s -!   Penelope’s mind raced with excitement.  The adrenaline moving through her body only elevated as she watched Tristan’s cock swell and stiffen into a monolith of flesh.  She watched Tristan’s tree-trunk-sized fingers slowly graze the length of his colossal erection, as if Tristan were discovering himself for the first time.

 

Tristan, still refusing to look Penelope’s way, caved into the urges Penelope’s thoughts were feeding.  He stroked faster, harder, gripping his shaft and savoring the incomprehensible sensitivity.  He could feel Penelope’s body igniting with pleasure, soaking with sweat, trembling in the sight of such a massive and powerful entity.  The sight of this colossal giant pleasuring himself spurred her fingers to work faster and faster. 

 

He’s going to flood the whole canyon with that thing, Penelope thought, much to Tristan’s delight.  I wonder if he’d be so shameless if he knew I was watching…

 

Tristan grinned at the dramatic irony.  He could feel Penelope’s fingers slipping deeper as her spare hand found its way to her breast.  She squeezed and tweaked her nipple, staring at the masturbating giant without blinking, refusing to miss a single second of his performance.

 

Tristan had never felt so ... beautiful.  He had never felt so in-touch with his own body.  He could feel Penelope’s adoration of his massive figure fueling his own self-confidence as he tugged on his cock faster and faster.  He allowed a grunt to escape his lips, and it was enough to rattle the canyon walls.

 

Penelope could feel the vibrations from his brief, restrained grunt.  Her jaw fell open and she almost fell forward as she ravaged herself, still desperately trying not to make a peep.

 

His voice… Penelope thought.  His voice is so deep, so powerful…

 

Tristan’s grin only grew wider, and he allowed another grunt to escape, and then a moan, and then another, and another.  His masturbation became more and more performative as he picked up on every flush of excitement in Penelope’s mind and body.  He wanted to put on a show for her.  He wanted to let her witness every second of his newfound power and pleasure.

 

But just as Tristan felt his cock swell, ready to erupt with a lake’s worth of seed, he felt something else.  The canyon walls rumbled.  The ground shook.  Penelope screamed in disbelief: Tristan was growing even bigger!

 

“OH FUCK!!” Tristan exclaimed in unimaginable pleasure.  “MORE?!”

 

More!  Penelope’s thoughts could no longer be contained.  “More!” she screamed aloud. “More!  Bigger!!  Bigger!!  Bigger!!”  She pulled her hand off her breast and chewed on her clenched fist as she watched Tristan’s body swell larger and more powerful by the second.   

 

What if he turns my way? Penelope thought, her other hand still pleasuring her loins unabated.  What if he turns my way, doesn’t see me, and lets loose in my direction?  It could be like getting hit by a cannonball, by a dozen of them!  I could die!  I could drown!  A single blow from his cock could shatter every bone in my body!  I’d be done for…

 

Tristan’s eyebrows rose as he realized there was no fear in Penelope’s mind. 

 

Only excitement.  Only ... eagerness.

“She wants it to happen...” Tristan realized.  He couldn’t believe his own senses at first, but sure enough, the more Penelope imagined Tristan’s cock spraying hundreds of gallons of semen onto her, the louder her mind begged for it to happen!  And the bigger he grew before her, the more she couldn’t help but imagine it!

 

Tristan’s shoulders rose out of the canyon, then his chest.  His legs thickened as his feet bulldozed more pine trees out of their way, sinking deeper into the soil of the canyon floor.  His cock swelled thicker and longer, and Tristan as a whole grew bigger and bigger.  Another 50 feet seamlessly poured into Tristan’s body, and he felt every moment of Penelope’s awestruck idolatry while she watched it happen.

 

Tristan’s growth spurt slowed to a halt as the treeline fell closer to his ankles than his knees.  The brief but massive expansion of Tristan’s body had only driven Penelope further into ecstasy, and in doing so, drove Tristan just as far.  His moans were no longer performative, no longer an exaggeration - he gasped and grunted and moaned with every stroke of his shaft, and the canyon rattled and rumbled harder and louder with him.

 

Flood the canyon, you gorgeous giant! Penelope almost screamed aloud, overwhelmed by her incoming climax.  Flood everything!  Batter me in your seed, bathe me in it, drown me in it!  You’re so fucking big!  You’re so fucking powerful!  You’re … he’s…  he’s turning this way...!

 

Tristan kept his eyes closed as he slowly pivoted toward the canyon wall where Penelope was hiding.  He pretended it was just a natural shift in his stance, just a new direction to aim his imminent eruption, nothing more.

 

Run … NO STAY!  NO RUN!  NO, YES, WAIT, YES!   Penelope’s mind went haywire, her libido wrestling with her sense of self-preservation.  Run!  No, he’ll see me, stay put!  He’ll drown you!  I’m counting on it!  You’ll die!!  I’ll die happy!  Oh fuck!  OH FUCK!!  He’s so huge!!  He’s so massive!!  I’m just a fucking insect to him!  He could drown me in his seed and never even notice!!  OooooOOHHHH fffffFFUUUCCCKK!!!

 

Tristan felt Penelope reach her first climax.  He could feel Penelope struggling to keep her eyes open, to absorb every possible second of his presence before her.  He could feel Penelope's body and mind erupting with pleasure and heat and electricity, all because of him.  It was enough to send him over the edge.

 

Tristan couldn’t hold back any longer.  The head of his cock flared.

 

WOOOOOSH!!

 

BOOOOOMM!!!!

 

Hundreds of gallons of semen fired from Tristan’s monolithic cock, flew across the width of the canyon, and smashed into the rock wall over Penelope’s campsite.  It may as well have been the load of a trebuchet blasting into the canyon wall.  The massive globs of semen that didn’t cling to the fractured wall rained down onto Penelope’s tent.  Penelope could feel the heat of Tristan’s load radiating through the cloth.  A volcano may as well have been spewing lava onto her campsite.  But Tristan had only begun.

 

WOOOOSH!! 

 

BOOOOOMM!!!!

 

WOOOOOSH!!! 

 

BOOOOOMM!!!!

 

Load after load blasted from the head of his cock, smashing away more and more stone in the canyon wall, raining sediment and rubble and scalding-hot semen onto Penelope’s precarious position.

 

More!!  Penelope’s mind shrieked as she brought herself to her second climax.  More, you fucking GOD!!  MORE!!

 

Tristan, lost in rapture and stroking like a machine, tilted his cock downward just enough to aim directly at Penelope.  He opened his eyes, and for one brief moment, Tristan and Penelope made direct eye contact.

 

He sees me… Penelope realized.  Not a shred of fear came with this realization.  Tristan could only feel … worship.  Adoration.  Yearning.  Longing.  BEGGING.

 

“Do it,” she whispered reverently.  “Drown me!  Drown me in your-”

 

WOOOOOSH!! 

 

Penelope’s entire body felt a shockwave of hot and heavy wet smash into her, completely engulfing every inch of her, hurling her and her entire campsite into the canyon wall.  Within the same second that Penelope had felt the hot blast of Tristan’s load collide with the front of her, she felt the canyon wall smash into the back of her.  The collision was softened by the bunched-up remains of her tent and the sheer quantity of Tristan’s seed between her and the wall, enough for her to remain conscious at least.  Even as hot pain and shock enveloped every inch of her body, Penelope still screamed in ecstasy.  Her muffled, gargled cries of passion were the only thing preventing Tristan’s seed from flooding down her throat in the chaos.

 

Penelope swam - literally swam - for the surface of this all-encompassing glob of Tristan’s load.  She struggled out of the scalding, already-thickening cum and gasped for air.  Penelope could feel her heart pounding harder than it ever had, but she couldn’t hear it over the earth-rattling footsteps of the giant approaching her.  Penelope could feel her entire body spasming and twitching, recovering from the orgasm she had experienced while barely surviving the giant’s eruption, but still, the ground trembled harder.

 

Penelope realized a handful of things very slowly:

 

Firstly, she was still alive.

 

Secondly, all of her clothing - already halfway off of her at the time of collision - had been completely torn off by the impact and were still somewhere in the glob of semen behind her.

 

Thirdly, she definitely had not been dreaming, because every inch of her skin was still soaked in the sunburn-like heat of the biggest load of cum that had ever happened.

 

Penelope looked up, and saw Tristan looming directly over her campsite on the ledge.  His semi-erect cock was still big enough to flatten her like an insect if he had chosen to lean a little closer.  Instead, he allowed it to loom over her.

 

His thunderous voice shook the canyon walls. 

 

“HI.  I’M TRISTAN.”  

 

Tristan’s voice vibrated through every fiber of Penelope’s being.

 

“I’m …” it took her a moment to even remember, “I’m Penelope.”

 

Tristan smiled.  “I KNOW.”

 

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