Soon after I had my 16th birthday, it was time to round off our classes for the year and get ready to enjoy a few months off from school work. Around half the girls in the school would be collected by their parents and be whisked off to some swanky destination for a vacation. But the rest of us who stuck around, myself and Alma included, apparently all belonged to parents too busy to entertain children all summer. We were generally left to do whatever we wanted with that time, provided we stayed within the grounds, or the surrounding countryside. Summers at school were my favourite times of all. No classes, no chores, no schedule whatsoever—we were free to roam the grounds, explore the nearby forest, play games in the fields, or, as I typically did, spend all of the time sitting under the sun reading books. Until this summer, that is. As I have described, that year had been quite a remarkable one for Alma and her growing body, and I was obsessing over her badly. So my list of plans that summer consisted of one item, and one item only: talk to Alma. I made a pact with myself: this pathetic crush of mine had gone on long enough. Sure, the girl was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny, but how could I live with myself if I went through the entirety of school without even exchanging words with her?

So what about Alma then? Well, if you thought that her body would let her take the summer off, guess again. If anything, the fact that she no longer had to stoop around in the hallways to get from class to class meant that her body finally had the room it always seemed to desire. As for me though, if I wanted to keep track of this growth for myself, I needed a new strategy. Without the usual daily updates from Alma during our morning classes to rely on, I would have to be much sneakier. I knew that one of the popular girls could always be counted on to ask Alma how tall she was, the only thing I would need to do was ensure that I could eavesdrop on some of their conversations.

One morning I spotted them doing just that. Alma and one of the girls were talking beside the tennis court. The girl looked little more than a small child in the shadow of Alma standing up at her full height, and from the her perspective, Alma's chest almost fully blocked her face from view. As I walked slowly past them, pretending not to listen in, I overheard Alma remark disinterestedly that she was now 12 feet and 7 inches the last time the nurse measured her. As it was little more than a week into our summer break, I was quite taken aback by this discovery. The last measurement I had heard her clock in was at the 10-foot mark. Alma was now over twice the height of an adult man.

You'll be surprised to learn that I had seldom seen Alma standing at her full height so far. Usually she was either crammed underneath one of the tiny desks in our classroom, or awkwardly hunched over as she walked through the hallways. That day, walking past the tennis courts, I got as close to Alma as I dared so I could take note of her height for myself. The top of my head was now well below her waist and much closer to her mid-thigh. I mean, can you believe that? A single one of this girl's legs was now bigger than my entire body. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the power she must have been capable of wielding. It’s difficult to visualise I know, but Alma's enormous and misshapen body was in no way an encumbrance to her. She always carried herself deftly and purposefully, fully in control of her body despite its size. She possessed a grace that should have been impossible for someone that tall, let alone someone with a pair of breasts totally out of proportion with her frame. Yet incredibly, she seemed capable of doing just about anything a normal girl would, as long as she had the space to do it in.

Sometime during those first few weeks of summer arrived the very final day that Alma would ever wear shoes. I remember that morning, gathering in a small crowd of students after a huge package arrived at the school. The whisper going around was that Alma’s new shoes had arrived. We all watched in anticipation as she opened the package to reveal a pair of smart black slip-ons that the school had ordered custom made for her. Some of the girls demanded that they see the shoes for themselves, so Alma handed them to the crowd to inspect. They were the biggest pair anyone had ever seen, three feet in length and about as wide as my torso. Alma kicked off the make-shift flip-flops she had been wearing temporarily and slipped the new shoes on. What an anticlimax. Everyone in the crowd was promptly let down when it turned out that even these specially made shoes were too small for Alma. In fact, she couldn’t even cram her feet inside them without several inches of heel sticking out the end.

Now, I have to give my school credit. Up until this point, they had really bent over backwards finding clothes for Alma. It was a resourceful and very accommodating institution for its students, especially when it came to Alma. I think they appreciated that none of this was her fault, especially since her parents apparently couldn't be relied upon for anything beyond the school fees. So every time Alma outgrew a skirt, or a blouse, or even for a while her blazers, they would always send off for new, ever freakishly large garments. They went as far as sourcing her bras for a while, until, as I mentioned, her breasts grew past even the concept of the bra itself. However, as I watched the horror in my teacher’s face as Alma tossed her expensive custom-made giant's shoes aside, I knew then and there that their patience had been tested to its limits.

And sure enough, that spelled the end of the custom clothes purchased for her by the school. From that point on, she would have to find clothes for herself. Alma though, ever resourceful, seemed quite happy to do so. And a new wardrobe then materialised in the space of a week. For a skirt, she unearthed an old curtain that used to hang in the auditorium and tied it up around her waist with a jumper cable. For a top, she wrapped several long reams of light blue bedding around her chest and stomach until she was semi-securely contained. Alma had already been creating her own tops out of bedsheets to conceal her upper body for a while now. But over time even these strange toga-like garments started to look like they were not fit for the job.

Now it’s hard to really get across how large Alma’s breasts were getting. You have to understand, this girl was approaching 14 feet now, and yet her bosom was of excessive dimensions, even on her. I mean, the outline of Alma’s upper body was nearly circular. From a distance her torso seemed to consist of nothing swollen flesh. They were simply gigantic in all directions---extending down to her waist and even approaching her arm span in diameter. If she were a normal height, each one of those boobs would have been large enough to fill up your outstretched arms, but on someone Alma’s size, they were unthinkably huge. I suspected that if you made a container the same volume as just one of her breasts, you could probably fit around 3 people inside. That’s how big we’re talking.

So all that is building up to the realisation that Alma’s body was becoming a major obstacle in her life. Being freakishly tall was one thing, but having a chest grow to those proportions at the same time? It wasn’t going to be long before they prevented her from doing a lot of normal things. Alma was still as slender and athletic as ever in all other areas, but the fact remained that there was simply so much of her.

It was sometime around the middle of the summer holidays that rumours started spreading that Alma was going to start spending all of her time outside. She had long since migrated from her shared dormitory out to the gymnasium many months prior. The teachers would help her make up a bed out of old mattresses every night, only for it to be cleared away come morning when the gym was in use again. Unfortunately, now just the diameter of her chest was getting too wide to fit through the doors of the gym. Consequently, this prevented her any further access to her new bedroom, despite the fact that, in principle, the gym should have been more than big enough to contain her.

So now reaching 16 feet in height, Alma was to be a permanent fixture outside, and the teachers kindly set her up with everything she could need. For a dormitory, they laid down a large sheet of tarpaulin underneath an old rain-shelter behind the athletics track. Though I never saw it myself, apparently there was also a water pipe a few fields away that the local farmers used to water their crops---this was supposedly how Alma would wash herself. For anyone else, this surely would have been a dehumanising deterioration of living conditions. However, the ever-resilient Alma took it all in her stride and without uttering a word of complaint. With only a few weeks left of our summer break, the teachers' main concern was then to be what Alma would do once classes started again. Whatever would happen though, it was clear that the giantess’s days of fitting inside buildings were long gone.

At this point, you may be wondering: whatever happened to my grand summer goal of talking to Alma? Well okay, okay, I’m getting there. It was hard though, believe me. It wasn’t just my wretched shyness that was getting in the way now, Alma was quickly becoming an individual who simply existed on a different plane to the rest of us. By the time Alma's new outdoors accommodation was finished, she had grown even more and was somewhere in the ball-park of 18 feet tall. That height, if you can’t picture it, meant that the rest of us came up little more than to her kneecaps. Coupled with the prodigious volume of her breasts, it made a good 15 square-foot area around Alma’s feet completely obscured from view. As a result, it was quite possible to stand close enough to her that she would not even know you were there.

Every now and I would feel like I had mustered up enough courage to say ‘hi’ to Alma as she stampeded across the school grounds. But when it came to it, and I actually approached the towering giantess, I would simply gaze up at her like the lumbering skyscraper she was and instantly lose what little confidence I had gathered. Alma, on her part, was absolutely precise with her manoeuvring though. As I have stressed, she was elegant and graceful to a fault. Despite her severely compromised view of the world beneath her due to the size of her chest, she always seemed to take each step with the utmost care. That was not to say that she was afraid of overtaking you though. Many of the girls around the school took issue with Alma stepping directly over their heads and would shout at her every time she did. I, on the other hand, never minded this one bit. A few times I even went out of my way to intercept Alma's path, just so that she would stride over me---it just allowed me to appreciate her magnitude in a new way. Who could really complain about that anyway? Never once did I ever hear of Alma accidentally damaging something, or crushing someone underfoot. At her size she would have been more than capable. Those girls should have counted themselves lucky that she was so peaceful. If it had been me, I would have picked them up like tiny rodents and squished the life out of them when they dared talk to me the way they talked to Alma.

So, back to the matter at hand. As I have described, saying hello to Alma while she was walking from place to place was impractical, simply because of the distance between us. Instead, I decided that sparking up a conversation with her while she was lying down would be a safer option. I’d often seen other people approach her like that. In the evenings, she could often be found lying on the grass beside her rain shelter, chatting away with whoever came to visit. It seemed like that was the way she was most comfortable with as well. Unfortunately, time was ticking on. I had nearly squandered the whole summer just fantasising about one day talking to Alma. And all that while she had continued to grow. Her height was now hitting the mid-twenties in feet. Given her unstoppable growth, I had no idea if Alma would even still be attending school come the semester. So I had to come up with something. Some reason to go over and talk to her… but what?

Well I’m sad to say that I really am a procrastinator at heart, because it wasn’t until the evening of the very final day of summer that it eventually happened. I was just about ready to give up on my pathetic summer dream and forever scold myself for having missed my shot. Why couldn’t I find any reason to talk to her? So that final evening, as if in a weird way to punish myself, I decided to stroll past Alma’s shelter, pretending like I was en route somewhere else. It was something I had done frequently over the summer, as it offered the best views of Alma that you could get. She would often be lying on her side, with her breasts splayed out across the grass in front of her, usually only partially covered by one of the large pieces of fabric she used as a top.

That evening, the sun was just setting below the western hills that bordered the school, bathing the school grounds in a sumptuous orange glow. I strolled very slowly along the path that would lead me past Alma. As I rounded the corner of the gymnasium, I prepared myself to see her. I had no idea what I would say, but I was past worrying---I was determined to speak. Whatever it turned out to be, I would walk right up to her and her group, and open my mouth.

I turned the final corner, spotting her immediately in the distance. She was there, in her usual spot, but curiously, she was alone.

Now, this almost never happened. Usually, when Alma was relaxing in her spot, she was surrounded by at least a couple, if not an entire group of other girls. After all, it was the best time to interact with her---talking to a standing 25 foot girl from ground level was simply not possible. Lying down on her side though, Alma’s head was a lofty, but not uncomfortable, 6 feet from the ground.

I had no idea why Alma was alone that night, but by some stroke of luck she was. Lying on her side, in all her splendour, with her right hand propping up her head, and the other fiddling with something on the floor beside her.

I gulped, took a deep breath and walked over. The gods had granted me a blessing by offering her to me alone. I was never going to get a better chance than this. I walked slowly and with my head held down, trying for some pointless reason not to startle her. I could feel myself unravel even before I was halfway there. My legs went numb. My mind blank. I could barely even remember how to speak, let alone come up with some kind of intelligent conversation. As I approached the edge of the tarpaulin that lay across the floor of Alma’s accommodation, I knew I had already failed. At the last second, I took a sharp 90-degree turn, and walked off in the opposite direction.

But then. From behind me, I heard a booming voice shout. “Hey, Aristhenia?”. I stopped in my tracks. This was something very new. You have to appreciate that it was rare to hear anyone call out my name. I had no friends, and even the people I did occasionally talk to would rarely attempt to say my name, usually opting for “you”, “shorty”, or “munchkin”. Not only had someone just called out my name in full, perfect pronounciation, but it was her. She knew my name!

I whipped around to see Alma with her head upright, staring directly at me with a half-smile. I didn’t say anything at first, fearful that if I opened my mouth I would wake up from the dream. But after a while, she said my name again. Much more softly now. Keep in mind that over time Alma’s natural speaking voice had become extremely loud, so her habit these days was to gently whisper instead of talking at full volume. It gave her voice this spell-binding huskiness that only made her more ravishing to me.

I had no idea what on earth she could have wanted, but my feet began to walk forwards before my mind could catch up. I tried my best not to stare at the two huge mounds of partially-covered boob that lay before me, almost overtopping me in height. Each one of her breasts was as large as a car, and this was the closest I had ever been to them. They were splayed out, resting on the ground in this incredible alluring way that emphasised both their softness and their monumental weight. I managed to tear my gaze away from Alma’s breasts and looked up to see her smiling down on me.

“Hey, sorry, I dunno if we’ve properly spoken before, but could you help me with something?”

She whispered. All I could manage was a nervous nod.

“It’s kind of a weird request, so it’s okay if you say no—I know we don’t know each other very well. But… well I need some help with this bottle.”

Alma handed me an industrial-sized bottle of some white liquid. She was able to hold the thing in between her thumb and index finger, but when she passed it to me I found I needed to use both arms to hold on to it.

I looked down at the bottle and realised that it contained what must have been multiple litres of moisturising lotion.

“The cap is too small, I can’t get my fingers around it. I always worry that I’m just going to blow the thing up if I’m not careful.”

Alma continued. This time I didn’t even pause. I immediately unfastened the cap of the moisturiser and placed it down in the ground, a few feet away from the bottom edge of her right breast.

“Thanks a lot. Hey, even weirder request, I know, but… I don’t suppose you would mind putting it on me would you? It’s just that when I use the lotion on myself I end up wasting the whole bottle in one go, it’s much easier if someone else does it. Normally someone is around, but I dunno where everyone has gone tonight.”

My heart was trying to beat out of my ribcage now, but after gulping a few deep breaths to calm myself down, I managed to squeak out an affirmative response,

“Um. Okay…. but… where do you need me to…?”

Alma let out a relieved sigh,

“Oh great, thank you so much. It’s just around and under my boobs, they rub really badly and the lotion helps stop me getting rashes. You’d be doing me a massive favour, seriously.”

Wait a minute. What? I almost couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact she was talking to me, now she wanted me to do what to her? You probably think that I’m making this up. It was the sort of thing I couldn’t have even imagined her asking me in a dream. I remember just standing there, staring at her in disbelief, for minutes. But I must have said yes, because after a while Alma continued,

“We’ll have to go around behind the woods because I can’t get undressed here. I’ll take us there though, do you mind if I…”

Before I could figure out what she was saying, Alma’s left hand had already begun to wrap itself right around my lower torso and legs. Her fingers clenched down firmly around my body, and she lifted me high into the air.

I felt my body be flung through the sky as Alma slowly erected her body beneath me. With every graceful motion, her colossal breasts swung violently to and fro, threatening to burst free of the fabric that was just barely hanging on to her body. The next few minutes were a blur. Alma held on to me securely, but with a feather-soft grip so as to not cause me any discomfort. I remained there, gazing up at her face as she took her huge giantess-sized steps across the world. In what felt like the blink of an eye, we had already rounded the forested area that lay beyond the school grounds and were approaching an empty field of grass that was out of view of any buildings. Remarkably, while this was going on, Alma just continued to talk to me, as if holding one of her fellow students in her hand like a doll was just perfectly normal.

“Thanks for letting me do this, it would take forever to get there at your pace, no offence. You know most of the other girls don’t ever let me pick them up, they’re so sensitive about it. I dunno if they think I’ll crush them or something… And don’t even get me started on the teachers. I offered to lift Miss Fernandes onto the roof to check something the other day and she nearly threw a fit. Something about her having to maintain 'authority' or whatever.”

The ease with which Alma was chatting to me was totally unexpected, and I could hardly contain my excitement. She was actually having a conversation with me. Me!

Alma strode over to the middle of the field. I could see far below that the grass was flattened to a smooth surface, presumably from having been crushed under Alma's weight many times before.

“Here we are. This is my little private area where I get changed and wash and stuff. The teachers shout at me if I get my boobs out where people can see me.”

Alma placed me gently back down on the ground. She then proceeded, with a series of colossal yet no less agile movements, to lay herself back down on her side in front of me. For a second, it looked like I would be launched across the field when a colossal swinging breast nearly collided with me. But the breast sailed mere feet above my head before crashing down onto the ground beside me.

I had barely even said a word by this point, yet it didn’t appear to matter---Alma seemed content enough just to continue talking at me.

“You’re such a saint for doing this by the way. All you need to do is take some of the lotion and rub it around where my boobs press against my stomach, all those places where it’s a bit red.”

As she spoke, Alma had started to unwind the reams of fabric from her chest. After several lengths had been unravelled, they came loose. Yanking the fabric off her body, Alma's breasts tumbled back down to the floor like great boulders falling from a high cliff-face. I felt the vibrations rumble through the earth and up into my body as if it were the onset of an earthquake.

I rubbed my eyes in pure shock. This surely wasn’t actually happening to me, I thought. There they were, the largest breasts that any woman on Earth had ever grown, fully unclothed, and resting on the floor mere feet away from me. But I barely even had time to double-check if I was hallucinating or not because Alma had already returned to me the bottle of lotion I had opened for her a few minutes earlier.

I didn’t wait a second longer. I scurried squeezed some lotion into my palms and scurried over to Alma’s body. I can only assume due to some deep primal urge, I instinctively went straight for her left nipple: a huge pink object that was longer and thicker than my arm. But before I could lay my mouth on the teat, the breast began to recede up and away from me. Alma had placed her hand under her left boob and was lifting it up. Despite her presumably immense strength, it clearly took great effort for her to lift the thing. With the breast removed, I finally witnessed Alma’s stomach which was taught and outlined by just the faintest shadow of sinewy abdominal muscle. I could see that red blotches had formed all across the skin where her breasts had rubbed against it. I could also see that the underside of the breast Alma had lifted in the air was red and sore as well.

I am still not sure to this day if the next few minutes were a dream or not. Alma pointed me towards the painful red marks and instructed me to rub lotion on them. I spent a while covering her lower chest and stomach in lotion, before she lowered the left breast down above my head so that I could reach up and address the rashes there. The flesh of Alma’s boobs was other-worldly, a sensation I will never be able to forget. Their surface was not just endless in extent, but it seemed impossibly soft as well. I had expected for some reason for Alma’s immovable body to be hard like a stone wall, but it was anything but. The skin of her boobs was smooth and pliable, giving way under my pressure as I rubbed them all over with lotion. I went as slowly and as methodically as I could, trying desperately to prolong the experience. But before I knew it, it was over. I had completed my job.

After I was finished, Alma lifted both of her breasts carefully down to the ground again and breathed a deep sigh.

“Thanks so much for doing that, you wouldn’t believe the stress these things cause me.”

I smiled back at her, but I was still so shellshocked that I couldn’t utter a word. Curiously though, like before, it was as if I didn’t need to. I had half-expected Alma to dismiss me from her presence as soon as I was done, but she didn’t. She didn’t even attempt to dress herself again. She just lay there on her side in front of me, like a giant topless statue, with a look of deep relaxation on her face.

“Why have we never hung out before? You seem really sweet, Aristhenia… That’s such an interesting name, by the way.”

She finally said after a beat. I thanked her for the compliment and then spluttered some incoherent explanation about us running in different circles. Alma just smiled and shrugged. I stood there next to her in silence for a long while after that, until a burst of courage suddenly bubbled up to the surface,

“So… are you looking forward to classes again…?”

I asked her. Yes, probably the dullest first question I could have asked the love of my life, I know. But at the time I was beyond proud of myself just for coming up with something. To my fortune, Alma ignored the mundanity of the question and chuckled. I had to swallow hard, as I watched her vast bosom jiggle around every time she laughed.

“Well… the truth is, not really. I guess it’s pretty obvious right—a lot’s changed with me over the summer. I’m still not sure if I want to stay in school, I don’t really see the point. The teachers say that they’ll work out a way for me to watch lessons from outside. But… it’s going to suck, I know it. I wish I could just go inside again... Oh well, I guess this is the way it’s going to be from now on…”

It was the first time I had ever heard Alma speak so frankly about her private concerns. Usually she gave the impression of being an incredibly secure individual, impervious to the challenges thrown at her by the world.

It seemed like Alma was opening up to me. By some miracle, something about my presence made her feel at ease. I knew it would have been idiotic to waste this opportunity, so I built up the courage to probe deeper.

“Alma… do you mind, if I ask—“

“Yeah, of course, go ahead.”

“Um… well, do you… I mean… what’s it like? I mean… being… you know, like you?”

Alma laughed again and gave me a generous, understanding smile.

“You mean being a giant? Haha. It’s fine. I mean… wait, were you just kidding, or do you really wanna know?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright well… You know I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that. I guess people have forgotten already that I used to be the same size as you guys… I mean, sure, it’s okay. It has good sides and bad sides. It’s pretty fun being able to get to places like this so quickly. And I guess I’m pretty strong now. Hopefully I’ll be able to do something with that later on, like as a job or something, instead of just worrying I’m going to destroy stuff all the time… But then, I dunno, I wish I could just go back to normal again sometimes. Like just so I could hang out indoors again. Lie on a couch and watch movies, sit at the dinner table with people, have a proper shower,… I mean, jeez, even to just go to the bathroom like a regular person again would be amazing…”

Alma looked away wistfully. I wanted to console her, but she was lost in a train of thought. Patiently, I waited for her to continue.

“But nah… I guess I just have to accept what I am. I try and remind myself that it’s a blessing really. No one else in the world has what I have, whatever this is… I should be thankful… you know what really drives me nuts though? It’s all the growing. I dunno why my freaking body has this insatiable need to be bigger all the time. I wish it would just pick a size and stay there, it would save everyone so much time and effort. If I could just get to however big I’m gonna be already and be done with it… Sometimes, you know, I worry that I’m just never going to stop growing…”

Alma’s smile faded.

“Do you really think that could happen…?”

I managed to ask.

“I don’t see why not… but… I dunno, there has to be some limit, right? Surely? I guess we’ll just have to see… It’s silly really, but one of the things I worry about is what will happen if the rest of my body stops growing but my boobs keep on going. You already saw what it’s like down there. I swear I’m not going to be able to cope with them getting much bigger, I mean I already look ridiculous as it is. How big can they get, really? Bigger than a house? A mountain?”

“I think you look beautiful.”

I said, suddenly. The words came tumbling out my mouth before I had a chance to catch myself. Alma paused mid-sentence and stared at me, mouth agape.

“Hah! Wow… Seriously? God, no one’s ever called me that before. Usually it’s just words like ‘huge’ or ‘massive’ or ‘ginormous’. I dunno if you meant that or not, but thanks anyway, makes me feel a bit better.”

“You’re welcome.”

I replied, in a voice as a tiny as me.

Alma and I stayed in that field until well past dark. Hours and hours went past as the two of us chatted under the moonlight. At one point, Alma became uncomfortable and decided she wanted to lie on her back. Without even asking my permission, she lifted me up again and placed me down on her chest. Using her arms to smoosh her boobs together, she created a wonderfully soft and expansive surface for me to sit down on cross-legged and continue the conversation.

Our chat was so free and uninhibited, it was almost like we were long-lost friends. I kicked myself for having foolishly delayed this potential friendship for so long. I learnt so much about Alma that night. She told me all about her family, and her home life before coming to the school. I learned that her parents were both missionaries and were travelling so often that they were not able to look after her. That’s why she ended up at the boarding school. She confessed that the last time she had seen them was when she was still only 10 feet tall. Her parents had been kept informed of her continued growth by the teachers, but so far they had not responded to any attempts at contact. To Alma, it seemed like they had abandoned her. It was really quite tragic, and I did my best to comfort the giantess. I had no idea that on top of everything she had to go through with her transformation, she was being rejected by the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally.

Everything changed that night. Alma and I quickly began an exhilarating new friendship. I don’t know if it was I who tipped the scales in favour of it, but the very next day, Alma went along with the teacher’s proposal and returned to class along with the rest of us. That morning, she stood in the grass outside the building, and peered into the second-floor window of our classroom. It was quite an unusual experience for everyone, that was for sure. I tried my best to concentrate on the lessons, but it was a challenge having to constantly see Alma’s enormous face looking in on us as if we were inside a doll’s house.

Over the next few weeks, the two of us began to spend more and more time together. It started out just like that first night, with me spending half an hour or so each night rubbing her body with lotions. But with every passing day, we would spend longer and longer chatting together in that open field. Alma told me all about her hopes and dreams, things like learning a musical instrument, owning a pet, or learning how to drive a car, things that she sadly would never be able to do. I even managed to let more of my own awkwardness free, and return some of the conversation myself.

Probably the most remarkable realisation I had during that time was that, until now, I had never seen Alma eat at her current size. She told me that around the time she started living outside, she also decided it was best to only eat in private. Shockingly, she was actually embarrassed about the quantities of food that she needed to satisfy her appetite. But as we grew closer, she started to invite me to join her for meals as well. The school’s cooks would roll out a series of trollies filled with enough food for 15 people, which she would then engulf in little more than a couple of minutes. It was really rather astonishing to behold, but only made her even more awe-inspiring in my eyes.

My new best friend. The giantess, Alma. I could barely believe what was happening to me. Why on earth she liked me so much, I still have no idea, but who was I to question it? Of course, on my side, this friendship was still a painful, unrelenting adoration. I am not exaggerating when I say that I thought about Alma non-stop. Whenever we were not together, my mind replayed images of her majestic figure walking across the fields, those humongous naked breasts 4 times the size of me swaying back and forth like wrecking balls. I’m ashamed to admit that these thoughts ran through my mind even as I lay in bed. Every night, I fell asleep fantasising about all the things that giantess could do to me. All the twisted ways she would be able to crush my puny body… For now, though, none of these more perverted thoughts left my head. By some miraculous turn of events, I was closer to the giantess than I could have ever hoped— there was no way in hell I was going to ruin it.