11/11/20XX

True to her word Max arrived bright and early the next morning to help pack my things. I was anxious about leaving my family but I was moving less than half an hour away and, as Jenna made sure to keep reminding me, I’d be seeing them often. Moreover I had discovered that I really only felt safe when Max was around. The previous day’s experience was still fresh and having her nearby quelled any residual fears within me. Jenna insisted that I also had her but she was still about two and half feet from matching Max. Of course at her proud new height of 6 foot even and her rapidly building muscle she was nothing to scoff at. 

“Just think, even if you were the same size I’d still be taller!” She said, standing a little straighter to emphasize this fact. I had shrunk 1 final inch to a total height of 3’10”, so the point was a little bit moot. I stood just about even her tight midriff, something she was showing off as even my old shirts were small on her. Suddenly a large shadow eclipsed the both of us and a hand reached down to rest on Jenna’s head, causing her to stagger under its weight.

“Yeah, yeah but you still got a ways to go.” Max grinned from her lofty height of 8’6”, she’d measured at the doctor’s on the way over. Jenna blushed hard as she saw Max’s burgeoning chest rise and fall slowly above her. “Ready to head out babe?” Max turned her attention to me and held out her hand. With our tremendous height difference of nearly 5 feet the tips of her fingers just barely brushed the top of my head with her hands at her side. This ment I actually had to reach my arm above my head to take her hand in mine. I smiled and spoke up to her.

“Yeah, just about. I have a few more boxes to grab from my room.”

“I’ll help!” Jenna chirped, always happy to lend a hand. 

The three boxes in question were my collection of comics, games, DVDs, and my computer plus its accessories. I attempted to lift the case with my PC with little luck. Considering I weighed less than 60 pounds at this point and that the tower and monitor combined probably weighed more than that it wasn’t all that surprising. 

“Why did I get such a big metal case?” I grumbled to myself as I shifted my attention to the box with my comics. I had similar luck here, comic books being surprisingly heavy in large numbers. 

“Why don’t you let me deal with those.” Jenna said gently. She bent at her knees to pick up each box and balanced them on her shoulders. Then she winked down at me and headed for the door. I sighed and picked up the Box of DVD’s and game disks, which thankfully were manageable for someone my size. 

We loaded the boxes into the back of the truck rental along with my bed, some furniture and a few other odds and ends. It suddenly occurred to me that there was no way in hell Max was going to fit in the cab. The storage compartment only stood a little more than 6 feet off the ground so standing next to it her breasts cleared the roof easily. 

“So….where are you gonna sit?” I asked, genuinely curious. Max blushed slightly.

“Well I weigh something like 530 pounds now and that, plus all your stuff, would crumple this poor truck.” As she said she put out her elbow and used the roof of the truck as an armrest. The entire vehicle sagged and groaned under the pressure. “Sooooo, I was thinking of just jogging along.” 

“Along….you mean….alongside the truck?” I was flabbergasted. The suggestion just seemed so far outside the realm of possibility. The new house was more than 15 miles from here and some of the roads on the way had speed limits up to 40mph. 

“Yeah, there’s sidewalk most of the way and when there isn’t I’ll stay in the bike lane. There’s no law that says a person can’t jog along the road.” She grinned widely, clearly aware of the surreal nature of her statements. I couldn’t think of any good reason why she couldn’t do what she was suggesting so I just shrugged and went with it. 

Jenna insisted on driving, as my legs were far too short to reach the pedals. As we started off I looked out my window to see Max. True to her word she was jogging alongside the truck, having no trouble whatsoever keeping up on the rural streets. She waved casually when she caught me staring. I waved back, still taking in the whole scene. 

She was wearing a custom fit sun dress with a black background and a dark red rose pattern. The unusually warm November weather seemed to have awoken a more femine side in her. Her bare feet barely touched the pavement as she flew along. Her arms were held close to her sides, pumping lightly as they would when jogging. My eyes stuck on her chest. The dress she was wearing hugged her body like it was vacuumed on but that didn’t stop her large, round breasts from jumping up and down with every step. How they didn’t completely throw off her balance I’ll never know. 

Pretty soon we reached the longest stretch of road on the route. Here Jenna sped up to nearly 50mph, despite the limit being 40.

“Let’s see if we can lose her!” she said, a toothy grin spreading across her face. I tightened my seat belt and looked out the window. Max had briefly fallen behind as we sped up but she quickly came back into view. She was running more seriously now, but she still had the ability to flash the both of us a winning smile. She then held her hand to her head in a mock salute, and with a herculean burst of speed, dashed ahead. In only a few moments she had cleared the bend ahead of us and was out of sight. Jenna and I just sat there, our jaws on the cab floor. 

“That’s not fair! She doesn’t have to worry about cops!” Jenna pouted.

“It’s your fault for turning this into a race.” I chuckled, sitting back in my seat.

“Yeah well, just wait until I can run like that. Then I’ll show her.” Jenna said, only half joking. 

We arrived at the house to find Max standing in the driveway performing stretches. She grinned as we pulled in and stood aside to make room. 

“Well, well, well. Nice of you to finally show up!” She chortled. “Maybe I shoulda paid for a helicopter to take you, then you might’ve stood a chance!” Jenna blew a raspberry and set about unloading the truck. I jumped into Max’s arms and she held me up to meet her face.

“Goddamn, Max. You must have been going like 80 miles an hour!” 

“Yeah, something around there. Technically there is a law that says large futa can’t run on highways but these were just normal roads so I figured it was fine.” She smiled happily, then leaned in for a brief kiss. “Are you ready to move in?” I nodded, I was actually pretty interested to see what a house for someone like Max would look like. The answer was big.

The front entrance was a double doorway that stood 12 feet tall and 10 feet wide. I noticed a smaller cut out door in the corner that looked to be about 5 feet high. No doubt a custom door for me. Once inside the ceilings rose to a towering 16 feet for the first floor. Everything else was similarly scaled up. At my old house I had trouble reaching the kitchen sick, here all the counters were easily two and a half feet above my head. Even Jenna, at her respectable height 6 feet looked like a child in the massive interior. 

Max began climbing the central staircase and pointed somewhere along the far wall of the second floor.

“Your room’s up here, come on I’ll show you.” I started towards the stairs until I noticed how high they were. Each step was a foot and a half high, nearly half my height, and came up to the middle of my thigh. Big as they were, they weren’t impossible for me to climb. When I reached the top I saw max on her hands and knees, butt high in the air, as she seemed to be sliding some boxes through a hole in the wall. She explained what she was doing once she sensed me behind her. 

“There’s a room just for you here. It’s all sized for you and I have someone coming over tomorrow to reinforce the door and walls so no one other than you should be able to get in.” She sighed and sat back on her heels. “Though I hope you’ll be spending most nights in my room with me.” She turned and smiled down at me. “Once we’re done moving in we can finally do some measuring, get things back to normal. How’s that sound?” She reached out with a massive hand, probably to gently caress my face, but I flinched unconsciously. Max’s face fell, a deep sorrow reflected in her eyes. “I’d never hurt you, you know that right? Never in a million years Trevor.” Her gaze fell as she slumped over slightly. I moved in and took her hand in mine.

“I know, it’s not your fault. I just need some time to….process but I’ll be okay, I promise.” Max looked up and smiled weakly. We shared a brief hug until Jenna came up the stairs and started bugging us to help her move the bed. 

The rest of the move in went smoothly and by noon everything was unpacked and ready. Max ordered some pizza for all of us. A small cheese and onion for me, a large meat lover’s for Jenna and 15 extra large veggie’s for herself. I was skeptical that even someone her size could eat that much food but she proved me wrong, finishing off all the pizzas in the same amount of time it took me to eat mine. Afterwards Jenna paid her farewells as she needed to head home to attend class. Once it was just Max and me in the house we went down to her basement for a tour of the final room. 

A house this size needed a large foundation and as such the ceilings down here were a whopping 20 feet high. We probably could have fit my whole house in this one room. One whole side of the space was dedicated to what looked like Max’s modeling work, with a floor to ceiling backdrop and numerous lights, props and wardrobes. The other half of the room was split between a large media center, complete with projector and surround system, and a gym. 

“Since we already know how tall I am and what I weigh I wanna start here” Max pointed to a heavy duty looking piece of equipment. As we approached I saw that it was some kind of resistance trainer. It had a large, reclining seat and a large weight bar supported by a complicated pulley system. “In practice it works just like a bench press but the weights go up to 1.5 tons and the resistance can go all the way up to 5 tons.” 

“5 Tons! Don’t tell me you’re throwing around that kinda weight!” I balked, this was unreal! 

“Ahhh, not quite, let me show you.” Max started setting up the weights, piling on a total of 400 pounds. Certainly a lot, but still less than I’d seen her lift before. Then she turned a small knob labed “multiplier” up to 2x. “This will be equivalent to 800 pounds.” She stated, unperturbed by the shear weight, no pun intended, of her words. She then lay in the chair, braced her shoulders and heaved. With every rep she seemed to need less and less effort until after the 10th lift she didn’t look to be having any trouble at all lifting the equivalent of nearly 15 times my weight. She also seemed to be enjoying it as her penis began rising, pressing against her dress and lifting it off her body. 

“Why don’t you join me?” She spoke in between repetitions. “Come here, sit on my tummy.” She let go of the bar and patted her stomach while still continuing to lift the colossal weights. I obliged, entranced by her titanic body. 

I straddled her waist, facing her chest and placed my small hands on her abs. I could feel them through the fabric of the dress. With every lift her diaphragm rocked my body like a dinghy on a wavy ocean. Then, I felt something press into my back. I tuned too see her monolithic cock standing high and leaning over towards me. It had long since grown past the bottom of her dress and seemed to to loom over me like a skyscraper. 

There was a loud *CLANK* as Max placed the bar back on its supports. She lifted her head to peer over her breasts at me.

“Why don’t you measure me babe?” She reached down beside the equipment and retrieved a tape measure. “That is, if you can reach.” She giggled, causing my body to jiggle up and down. I took the tape and briefly hesitated. Then I stood, placing my feet on her chiseled abs. They barely seemed to notice my weight as I reached up to try and measure her quivering cock. I was shocked to find that I actually couldn’t reach. Her penis was easily longer than my whole body, thicker too everywhere except maybe my shoulders. Max leaned forward and with one hand took the tape measure and raised it to the head of her penis. I had to stand on my tip toes and crane my neck to try and read the number. I remembered when I first had to do so to measure Max’s height, I never imagined I would be doing the same to measure her dick.

“Fifty….five inches….” I finally read. “That’s nearly five and a half feet long!” I gasped.

“Mmmhmm! Pretty soon my dick will be longer than you were tall back when this all started! Although….” Max trailed off.

“Although what?” I probed. 

“Although, my growth is slowing. Before I hit 8 feet was sometimes growing as much as 7 inches a day but in the past two days I’ve only grown 6 inches, hell I only grew 2 since yesterday.” She looked forlorn at the thought that she might be reaching her final height sooner than expected. “The doc says that I’ll  likely plateau before I reach 9 feet. Which sucks ‘cause if I did pass 9 feet I’d be the tallest human in recorded history!” She leaned back on the bench and sighed, lowering my body by several inches. I crawled along her steady frame and placed myself between her breasts, each one larger than my whole body. 

“You’ll do it. If anyone will, you will. We still have 2 thirds of the month left. I bet by December you’ll be able to carry the old record holder like a newborn baby!” 

Max smiled warmly at my comments. 

“It only matters if I can hold you instead!” She slid my lithe body to her lips and kissed me passionately. Her lips covered the entire lower half of my face and her large tongue filled my mouth. 

“You can hold me anytime babe!” I said. And I meant it.        

Max’s Stats.

Height: 8’6”

Weight: 320 Lbs

Penis Size: ?? flaccid, 55” erect.

Testicle Size: beach ball. 

Jenna’s Stats.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: ??

Penise Size: ?? flaccid, ?? erect.

Testicle Size: ??