That night Trish, Thomas and Melanie were hanging out in Trish’s living area celebrating the national news report and her last scheduled interview, something they had been looking forward to since the circus they put on in town made their lives a hell of media interest. The three of them spent the night playing a board game (they had to help Trish move her pieces, her fingers were too large to move them as delicately as needed), laughing, and chatting. 

Melanie was getting a strange feeling that, despite being Thomas’s girlfriend, that she was the third wheel in the situation. Trish and Thomas carried on with each other, laughing at each other’s jokes and teasing each other. They kept attacking each other in the game they were playing, almost like they were going out of their way to interact in any way possible with each other. Melanie ended up easily winning as the two dedicated most of their resources to fighting the other.

“Ah, good game.” Trish said, leaning back away from the table and bracing herself on her arms. “What now? Do you want to watch a movie or something?” She asked her smaller friends.

“I’m getting a little tired.” Melanie yawned exaggeratedly, and leaned into Thomas’s chest. “We should go.”

“I’m still wired.” Thomas objected. “I could stay for a movie.”

Melanie pouted a bit, and made sure to give Thomas a view of her cleavage as she leaned into him. Thomas looked down, and then looked up to Trish, who was pretending to be very interested with some spot on the other end of the room.

“Please…” She said, almost in a moan. Thomas was conflicted between being a good boyfriend to Melanie, and having the opportunity to have a little more quality time with Trish who he hadn’t gotten to see as much of after all the media attention. 

Melanie picked up on his hesitation and released him from the burden of the choice with a forced smile and a pat on the cheek. “Aw, that’s ok, I can see you want to hang out more. I’m gonna go home to bed though. Walk me to my car?” She asked, standing up. Thomas followed her, shooting a look back over his shoulder and said. “Choose anything you want, I’ll be right back.”

Trish smiled and gave a wave to Melanie before turning her attention to selecting a movie to watch. Thomas liked sci-fi movies so she started there. She scrolled through the selection while waiting for him, finally settling on a cheesy looking film where a woman takes some drugs and gets telekinetic powers. Thomas returned shortly after.

“What are we watching?” He asked, then answered his own question by looking up at the screen. “Looks terrible. I love it.” He said, and walked to join her. Trish elected to watch the movie lying on her stomach. Thomas was also seated on the bed, a few feet to her left, leaning back to brace himself on his arms.

The movie started and, as predicted, it was quite bad. And yet, Trish found herself oddly relating to the character who was developing all these strange telekinetic powers. The way the character struggled against feeling alienated from normal people struck a chord. Halfway through the story the main character and her love interest (a rugged police detective) are hiding from the authoritarian government in an abandoned apartment building. In the darkness, they reveal their true feelings for eachother, and have hot, steamy, badly shot sex.

The rugged police detective held her in his arms firmly, her head buried in his chest, her small arms pinned between them. The detective grabbed her ass over her dress, and the woman tilted her chin up to kiss him passionately. Soon, she was using her powers to make them both float in the middle of the room as their love making grew more physical.

Trish felt that hungry hollowness she had felt the night she had gotten very drunk, and ventured a look over to Thomas, who had by now shifted to laying on his side, one strong arm propping up his head, the other resting against his thigh. He was with Melanie, she reminded herself, trying to put the thought of them floating together out of her mind and to keep her focus on the movie. The scene ended, and the two characters continued their adventure, the rugged detective leading the all-powerful woman by the hand as they navigated increasingly difficult challenges.

The hunger complained again, the need to be close, and to be fulfilled. She looked down at Thomas again, her lips parting and her breath short, mentally screaming for him to look over at her. Please hold me. Please take me. He’s your therapist, she reminded herself, and he won’t be able to be your therapist if you cross this line. She turned her attention back to the movie, distracting herself by playing with her hair.

The climax. The woman’s powers had grown out of control, and unless something happened soon, she might destroy the very city she called home. The detective fought against her psychic outbursts as he approached the feminine figure at the center of the storm, reached forward, and drew her in for a passionate, world ending kiss. The waves of destruction subsided as the woman collapsed into his all encompassing embrace, the light returning to her eyes through the power of true love.

By this point Trish’s desire was boiling like lava within her, too powerful to ignore, and unable to be contained. She looked over at Thomas, who, feeling her move this time, Looked right back over at her. They made eye contact, he gave her his amazing smile, and said “Saw it coming.” and turned to continue watching the movie. Trish laughed a little too hard at that, anything to affirm him and get him to notice her.

I just need to wait for the movie to end, she told herself. And then I can have all the fun I want to by myself. She breathed deeply to try and control herself, but the movie dragged on after for what seemed like eternity. Trish began to think about her current size, and the size of everyone around her, and what love might look like when she was fifteen and then thirty feet tall. She tried to imagine it, and mostly came away with the images of her laying on her back bored as a comparatively two foot tall man tried hopelessly to please her. She would be that big in just a few months, she thought. The window for her to have satisfying sex again was quickly closing.

She found herself staring at Thomas now, thinking about the feeling of his erection when she held him against her that one night. He liked her when she was that big. Could he like her when she was even bigger? The details about him being his therapist or being in a relationship with Melanie were melted away by the fire within her, not even considered as she began to entertain the idea more explicitly.

The credits rolled. Thomas began babbling about the plot and the writing, as he often does with these things, but Trish was not listening. Trish was working up her courage. She was going to need to break the barrier between them. She had to try. She freed her hand from under her chin and rested it on Thomas’s back, her long finger tracing the muscles of his shoulder.

Thomas’s movie critique stuck in his throat as he felt her large, warm hand make contact with his back. He immediately jumped, but she held her hand to him firmly. He looked over at her to see her studying him with her blue eyes, clearly nervous.

“Trish? What’s up?” He said, nervous himself, and already desperate to hide the bulge he felt swiftly growing in his pants.

“I’m nervous to say.” She said, but continued to stroke his shoulders flirtatiously. Thomas had a feeling what it was about. He felt his stomach turn to jelly, dread and excitement competing for control of his body. The same considerations Trish had fought through immediately jumped into his mouth. I’m with Melanie. I’m your therapist.

His mind landed on the memory of Trish naked and drunk, coming on to him. Back then he was able to resist temptation by reminding himself of his duty to help her and of the danger of the situation. This was different. Trish was completely sober, and in Thomas’s professional opinion, of sound mind. He could tell that she wanted him. A fire was lit and started to grow in his belly as months of hidden attraction grew uncontrollable now that it was being reciprocated. Thomas tried to pour water on it by donning his layer of professionalism as he often did to hide his attraction for this patient.

“It’s ok, you can tell me anything and I won’t judge.” He said, sitting up and moving away from her probing fingers. He knew what she wanted quite clearly. He hoped by making her say it out loud she might shake herself out of it and release the both of them from this slow motion catastrophe because he was quickly losing the will to do so.

Trish thought about it for a minute, retracting her hand from Thomas. She chewed on what words to say and the confidence to say it. That’s right, confidence, she thought.

Thomas watched as she shifted her huge body on the bed, bringing her legs under her and crossing them in the middle. She straightened her back, rolled back her shoulders, and put her hands on her hips. She tilted her chin up, and breathed deeply, letting her breathing fill her with the confidence necessary to say what she had to say next.

“Come here.” She said, almost glaring down at him at the foot of the bed. Thomas gulped at the sight of her sitting there straight and powerful, issuing commands like the dominant goddess of his fantasies. The fire inside him burned hot, hot enough for him to not think to protest the order. He got up onto the bed with her and walked to meet her face to face. Their eyes were level with each other like this, and they made intense and hungry eye contact as their fires started to burn together. 

Trish took her hands from her hips, and brought them to Thomas’s hanging on his sides, hands almost trembling. His forearms rested in her palms, her long fingers wrapped around his elbows and held him close to her. He rested the palms of his hands on her forearms, looking down to see the size difference between them, and then looked back up at Trish who was chewing her lips. 

“What’s up?” He asked, voice trembling in anticipation. Trish struggled with words again, and decided to just go for it. She closed her eyes and leaned her face forward, parting her mouth and making kissing her irresistible. Thomas couldn’t. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips into hers. Their size difference prevented their lips from locking naturally, but it did not stop their passion from being exchanged. Trish’s heart fluttered at the feeling, the hair on the back of her neck rising. She pulled him into her, hands desperately grasping for him. He leaned back away from the kiss for a breath, but she was too eager, she leaned forward to keep contact, knocking the small man off balance, but catching him by his elbows. She kissed him deeply while holding him like this, her grasp the only thing preventing him from falling down to the bed. After an eternity sharing breath like this, she broke the kiss and lowered him gently to lay on the bed.

Thomas looked up at Trish from this low angle with a mixture of fear, shame, and awe. The giant woman’s breathing was noticeably quick. Her lips were parted, begging for more. Her eyes were droopy and drunk with lust. She looked at him like a hungry animal, and then gently bit her lower lip. Thomas knew her. She couldn’t do this if she was going to be the one bossing him around. She needed him to take initiative. She broke the first barrier, he would have to do the next one.

“We shouldn’t do this.” He said as he stood to do it anyway. Trish nodded. He reached her lap and held his hands out to her wordlessly, and she offered hers back, and he took them and pushed them over her head. He was not large enough to actually hold them over her head, but Trish was more than happy to be his doll. She understood the assignment and lifted her arms high above her head, lifting her shirt slightly to reveal her flat stomach pulled tight by the stretch. Thomas grabbed where her jaw met her neck, just under her ear, and drew her chin up for another kiss. Trish lowered her arms slightly as she melted into his lips once more, an action Thomas corrected by rubbing the undersides of her arms and whispering ‘up.’

He broke the kiss, and bent down near the floor to grab the bottom of Trish’s shirt. He stepped out from inside her lap to her right, pulling the shirt up and walking behind her, coaxing her to fall down on her back. He brought the edge of the shirt up over her chest, and part way over her upstretched arms. When he pulled the collar up over her face, he stopped pulling after the collar had cleared her nose, creating a loose blindfold and tangling her arms above her head. He gave her wrists a forceful touch to reinforce that she should keep them above her head, and then knelt back down to give her another kiss, hands running down the lines of her thin neck as her lips searched desperately for him.

Thomas began to crawl down the long length of her, running his fingers just barely over her skin, just as she imagined he would. Her hips rocked up and down slightly as he explored her, tracing the soft lines of her stomach, running his finger around the rim of her belly button, gently rubbing her protruding hip bones.

Thomas moved over her stomach and between her legs, and started to pull her shorts off of her hips, a task he had no chance of succeeding in while Trish’s massive weight laid on the bed. He made her push her hips in the air by taking both arms under her thighs and pushing up. Thomas worked out, but there was no way to do this without her help. Fortunately for Thomas, Trish was like clay in his hands, and responded quickly to the touch, thrusting her hips up, still bucking with burning need. He rolled her  shorts and underwear over her hips and down over her knees.

Trish sat up as she felt herself get relieved of her underwear, and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off of her, her hair falling down to her shoulders, unkempt. She looked down at him pulling the shorts around her feet, trying to ignore the fact that her foot was almost as long as his shin, and pulling the bra over her head to free her boobs to become completely nude.

Thomas stood up between her ankles, her massive nude body seeming to take up his entire world. She reached for him, coaxing him forward with an outstretched hand. Thomas stepped forward and undid his belt. Trish’s hands started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, but were much too large to handle it delicately. She stuck her tongue out to help her concentrate on the task, feeling like she was undressing a doll. Her inner hunger demanded more haste than her giant fingers could allow, so she elected to simply rip the shirt off, sending the buttons scattering everywhere, and pulling the little garment off of his back. She was about to apologize, but she was quickly taken by the lean muscular physique of the man stooping down to finish taking his pants and socks off. His penis stood red and stiff in front of him. Seeing it standing at attention for her made her feel sexy.

The two were finally naked with each other, and though they had spent the last couple minutes shattering boundaries both of them knew should not be shattered, this moment of pause represented a sort of point of no return. Trish reached her hands forward again, and drew his body close to hers, and enjoyed the warmth of his penis pressing into her stomach and his hands cupping her breasts. She held him as she rolled onto her back and put her arms over her head, arching her back up and pushing her chest up and into him. Thomas wasted no time kissing the soft skin of her neck, relishing the feeling of her breasts wobbling to either side.

He kissed lower, across the ridge of collar bone, down to her sternum. A quick detour to her left breast, where he took her nipple into his mouth. The body beneath him seemed to rumble at that, and Trish let out a satisfied gasp. He looked to the mound opposite him to see her long fingers beginning to pinch and pull at the other nipple. Raising her breast up, and letting it fall to jiggle against her chest.

He moved down, planting kisses across the underside of her breast. His knees were now planted in the space between her legs, his cock pressed between her soft thigh and his stomach as he traced his lips over the curves of her tummy. Her body was like an ocean, rippling and writhing with every touch. He looked at her face far in front of him as she nibbled on the fingers of her hand not currently occupied with teasing her nipple. Her eyes were clenched closed, imagining that she was normal sized again, and Dr. Thomas Black was using his large hands to gently stroke and tease her.

His kisses stopped as he positioned himself to kneel in front of her warm sex. Her slit was puffy and eagerly awaiting to be filled, a task Thomas couldn’t hope to achieve with his comparatively small member. He leaned forward and pressed it into her. Trish’s reaction was instant, pushing her hips down onto him to take more. More, more! But there was nothing left to give. He tried to help by taking her engorged clit between his fingers and stroking.

Trish gasped at the sensation, not used to being touched like this after three months of growth and abstinence. Her hips wiggled, searching for more to fit in. She lowered her hand and pressed on his back, willing him to go deeper. It was nice, for a time, but his penis was no longer than her fingers, and she could fit two of those in there. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was the fingers of his rough hands, gently teasing her, but that too was not enough.

Thomas could tell that he wasn’t measuring up to the task either. Trish’s hand on his back held him like a vice to her. He reached down with his arm, struggling against her massive strength as he did, and began to push his hand up inside her. That is exactly what she wanted. Thomas felt the force on his back push harder, and could feel the sharp edge of her fingernails digging into his shoulders. The pain was incredible, but he wasn’t about to stop. He reached forward, pushing his finger to her g-spot.

The rocking of her hips against her hand knocked the wind out of him. Soon she was crying loudly, only managing to silence herself by drawing a pillow to her mouth to bite onto. Yes, yes, her brain screamed as she felt the feeling of being split open and filled. Thomas, oh, Thomas. I love you!

Thomas rode the waves of her orgasm as best he could, bracing himself so as to not be injured by her grasping hand and wild convulsions. He felt her wetness spread down his forearm and ooze onto the bed below them. He looked back at her feet, five feet behind him, the toes clenched tight at the end of her spasming legs.

Slowly, Trish came down on the other side. She returned the hand that held Thomas to her stomach, and rubbed it luxuriously as she felt the last little butterflies of her orgasm tickling her insides. Thomas looked at the conquered giantess in front of him, her pale, soft skin glistening with sweat, her hair a mess around her neck and shoulders. He stared at her tits as she took long, steamy breaths to release the last bits of tension from her body.

Fuck, Trish thought. Her first thought after coming back to her senses. That was so much better than I could have hoped for was her second thought. Her third thought was to the man still positioned between her legs. She lazily opened her eyes and peered down at him. The smaller man was rubbing the knee of her bent leg, a knee that was as tall as his hip. Fuck. She thought again.

Fuck. Dr. Black thought. I just made a huge mistake. He was still stiff as a board, loving every minute and every battering he took from her orgasm. He wanted to do it again, right now, but his senses were coming back to him. He should not be doing this.

Trish propped herself back up on her elbows to look down at him. She wasn’t sure what to say. Great job? That was nice? …I love you? She didn’t have the opportunity to say anything before he forced himself to turn his back to her. Trish held a hand to her mouth when she saw the red claw marks she left on his back. This was a mistake. Should she say sorry?

“I’m going to take a shower.” Thomas said matter of factly as he gathered up his clothes. Trish couldn’t read a thing he was thinking, but could see he was still hard as a rock. She wanted to take care of it, but she could tell the mood had changed. She watched him as he lowered himself gingerly from the bed, and made his way to the locker room attached to the gym. He opened the door, took a look over at her, and smiled. Not the sweet, confident smile from their history, but an almost apologetic or guilty smile. The door shut behind him.

This was a mistake, this was a mistake, this was a mistake. That was all Thomas could tell himself as he limped into the shower. He stood there in the hot water, trying to put the images from the last 30 minutes out of his head and failing utterly. His mind bounced between Melanie, his job, and then back to Trish. Always back to her. He loved her.

Ten minutes into his shower, he heard the door open to the locker room. At first he thought it might be security coming to take him away, but the unmistakable thudding footfalls of Trish told him otherwise. He turned to witness her ducking under the ceiling of the locker room, searching for him in the steamy shower. She was still naked, her breasts and hard nipples hanging down as she crouched to fit under the ceiling.

She lowered herself to her knees to crawl into the shower. She sat on her knees in front of him with a determined look on her face. She turned to look at the other shower heads, and began reaching for them, turning them on by squeezing the handle between her thumb and finger, gently setting them to hot. Soon the giantess was soaked. Her brown hair in wet strands that covered her shoulders, her nipples pointy and stiff from the wet and cold, the water beading up and rolling down the sloping curves of her body.

“I don’t think-” Thomas started, but his protests were cut short by Trish leaning forward and kissing him, pressing his back against the wall of the shower. He returned it reluctantly, and then soon the passion between the two set aside his doubts once again. The giant woman mimicked his pattern of kissing him lower and lower, over his broad chest, down his stiff ab muscles, until she could feel his penis poking up into her chin. To get this low she had to get nearly horizontal, bracing herself with a hand on the floor near his feet. She looked up at him with her blue eyes from under the ridge of her brow. She licked her lips slowly with her tongue, and then used a finger of her free hand to guide his cock into her mouth.

It felt like she was sucking on a thumb, way easier than when she used to blow Jake when she was smaller. She pursed her lips around it, licking her tongue around the shaft. Thomas wrapped his arms around her head, grabbing onto her ears and stroking her neck as she sucked on him. He looked down the length of her long, thin back, down at her round butt sitting on her feet. The sensations were enough for him to set aside his shame and give in to the act.

Trish was taking her time with him, enjoying the feeling of making him feel good. Her back started hurting, leaning this far down. She looked back up at him. His jaw was clenched and he was staring at her ass on the other side of the showers. She wanted to try something, but was worried about emasculating him with their size difference. He seemed not to be bothered at all by her size, so she did it anyway.

She let him fall from her mouth and straightened up in front of him. She shifted forward on her knees. She was just as tall as him sitting down, if not taller. She brought her hands under his armpits, and lifted him up. It was easy, like lifting the reporter earlier. She wrapped her fingers around his waist, her thumbs resting on his abs as she lifted him up to her mouth. Thomas could do nothing but hold onto her head and wrap his legs over her shoulders as she took him once more into her mouth.

He came nearly instantly, the fantasy of being toyed with coming true pushing him over the edge. Trish pressed her lips together, making sure to catch all of it in her mouth, and swallowed. She let him go from her mouth, and gave his dick a long lick with her big tongue to clean the saliva off.

She set him back down on the ground in front of her with a smile.

“This was a mistake.” Thomas said, post nut clarity bringing him to reality.

“Yeah.” Trish said as she grabbed a bottle of soap with her thumb and forefinger and squirted a generous glob of it in her palm. She rubbed her hands together to lather, and began to soap her body.

The two showered in silence after that, taking quick glances at each other’s nakedness when the other wasn’t looking. When it was time to go, Trish crawled out of the shower on her hands and knees in front of Thomas, who couldn’t help but stare at her pussy lips mushing between her thighs as her butt bounced up and down with the movement of her crawl. Trish could feel him staring, and it made her feel hot again.

They dried off in the basketball court. Trish had to use four towels just for her hair. They continued to say nothing as Thomas got dressed. She walked with him, still naked, to the exit of the compound, but stopped before she would have to duck down for the hallway.

“Hey.” She said finally. I love you. I love you. I love you. I need to tell him, she thought.

Thomas stopped and looked up at her with a worried and guilt ridden expression. Trish frowned.

“Nothing.” She said. “See you tomorrow.”