11/24/20XX

I didn’t sleep well last night. Max kept her word and took the final pill before bed. She fell asleep almost immediately as always. But I lay awake watching her, waiting for the growth to start. Part of me was worried that it might hurt her but another part was incredibly curious to see just how big she’d become. The night before, she grew 8 feet in 5 minutes, this time I expected it to either be much faster or last longer. Sometime around 5AM when I was finally starting to doze off I felt it, the familiar warmth emanating from her skin. I braced myself, expecting the worst.

But the violent growth never came. Instead, Max yawned deeply and as she exhaled her whole body expanded. She was already too long for the bed but now she was verging on too wide as well. The soft flesh of her thighs pressed into my lithe body sitting at the edge of the bed. She rolled over on her side, her back facing me, and curled into a fetal position. Once again I heard her yawn and once again her body expanded in rhythm. Now, even though she was curled into a ball, her body seemed to cover the entire bed. I stood apprehensive and saw that even standing I was shorter than her waist and nearly half as tall as her towering ass. 

Max sighed heavily and rolled over on her back again. I barely managed to leap out of the way. She was so big now that she could probably crush me and not even notice. Once again she yawned and grew. It was only now that I noticed her cock. It had been nearly 20 feet long yesterday. Now, 20 feet was a distant memory. It towered above me like an alien monolith. With every breath it grew longer and thicker. I tore my gaze from Max’s dick only to be captured by the sight of her testicles. They hung off the end of the bed and filled all the space between it and the wall. I was dwarfed by them and they each looked as though they could crush a minivan under their girth. 

As she grew Max was quickly taking up all the space in the partition that had been set aside for our room. The partition walls were only 25 feet high and so her dick was protruding well above them and could probably be seen from everywhere in the hanger. I was rapidly running out of room, being trapped between Max’s expanding body and the wall. I made a split second decision to climb up her side and sit on her stomach to once again avoid being crushed. That turned out to be the right move as with one final, tremendous yawn Max grew in all directions. The 4 walls of our bedroom partition came crashing down as she stretched her titanic limbs. I heard Jenna yelp as she was woken by the sound.

I was still sitting on her abs when she started waking up. I was unable to see her face thanks to the twin mountains of boob that stood between us. As she sat up, unaware of my location, I tumbled down onto her crotch. I landed on the base of her cock. She felt that.

“Oh! Hey down there!” She reached down with a massive hand and gently lifted me up. She was able to hold me like a Ken doll, albeit a short one. 

“What the hell was--Oh….” Jenna came rushing to the site of our destroyed room. “Wow.” was all she could say. Sitting up right she was looking Max directly in the eyes. Max grinned widely and slowly stood to her feet. She took me with her, held loosely in her palm. Jenna’s jaw dropped as she had to tilt her head further and further back. She eventually had to take a step back to avoid being knocked by Max’s knockers. As Max reached her full height I looked down from my dizzying pedestal, then up as Max reached her hand upwards to the Hanger ceiling. She was able to place her palm flat on the roof. 

Jenna had an equally impressive view. From her height of 22’8” she was just about as long as Max’s legs and still a couple feet below her crotch. More importantly, Max’s gigantic balls were wider than Jenna’s shoulders and probably each weighed more than she did. Max’s dick arced across the width of the hanger. The tip was so far from me that I had to adjust my eyes to bring it into focus.

“So,” Max said, her voice as large as she was. “Who wants to measure me?” Jenna and I exchanged a look, before I spoke.

“I don’t think we can, not hear at least…” Max pouted.

“Aw but I grew just for you! Don’t you wanna know how big I am?” Before I could respond a new voice echoed through the building.

“I Think I could help with that.” General Trent yelled up at Max as he waded through the debris caused by her growth. “We have special gear designed for Agent Diana that should still be large enough for you.” 

“Agent Diana?” Max and I spoke in unison. Trent just nodded at Jenna.

“Ah, yeah. They let me pick my code name….” She blushed.

“Nerd.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Then I directed my attention to the General. “Does this mean you want Max to join your project as well?” Trent paused, looking all the way up to meet Max’s eyes. 

“I get the feeling that what I want is somewhat irrelevant. If she would like to join Agent Diana then we’ll be happy to have her. Otherwise, all I can offer is this one favor.” Max slowly sank to a squatting position, looming over Trent. Her cock hung over him like a giant redwood and she had to push it to one side to make eye contact. 

“I’ll take you up on your offer to be measured but only if I can take Trevor with me. As for joining your team.” She paused and looked over to me. “That will have to wait until at least December 2nd.” She winked one massive eye. Trent looked as though he were about to question this reasoning but apparently thought better. Instead he just nodded and motioned for us to follow him. 

As we entered the adjacent hanger where Trent and his team had set up I was expecting some kind of high tech, science fiction transition to a sprawling lab. Instead we were met with A bunch of foldout tables with ancient looking computers surrounded by several large containers. The most impressive looking thing in the room was a hugely oversized combination scale and measuring station, just like the ones at hospitals only, you know, huge. Max had placed me on her shoulder and I was gripping her hair to maintain my balance, a position that seemed oddly familiar to me. General Trent silently gestured for Max to stand on the scale. 

“Should I get off?” I whispered into Max’s ear which was right beside me. She whispered back. 

“No offence babe, but I doubt it your weight is gonna matter at all next to mine.” She was probably right. Jenna weighed 6 tons and she was half Max’s size. My less than 80 pound frame was less than negligible.

As she stood on the massive plate I could hear the machine clunking and straining under her. We stood in silence, waiting. I suddenly realized there was no display. Max looked down at Trent, about to say something but he was leaning over the shoulder of someone sitting at one of the computers. After a brief moment he turned and cupped his hands over his mouth to shout up at us.               

“ 178 point 5 tons, give or take” Max smiled and clapped her hands together, the resulting *CRACK* echoing through the building. I was aghast at the number. Even considering how weight grew faster than height, that seemed really high! “You’ll have to find your height yourself, we only have lifts that go up to 30 feet.” Trent continued. Max gave me a side eyed look.

“What do you think? Wanna measure me?” 

“How? Even on your shoulder I’m like 6 feet shorter than you.” 

“Like this!” Max chirped and gently lifted me to sit on the top of her head. I sat there, dazed, for a few seconds. Trying to process what just happened. “Well?” Max asked, pulling me from my haze. 

“Um, looks like….” I leaned forward, gripping Max’s hair follicles to keep from falling. “49 feet….11 inches….give or take.” I added. 

“Aw, so I’m not quite the 50 foot woman?” Max complained as she lifted me back down to her shoulders. 

“‘Fraid not babe, you’re still too short.” 

“Well that’s okay, I still have a week of growin’ left.” Ah right, how could I forget. 

“Satisfied?” Trent yelled up. 

“Actually do you mind if we do a few more?” Max replied.The General just waved his arms as if to say “have at it”. So we did.

We measured as much of Max as we could with the equipment provided. 

Her arms were 16 feet long.

Her fingers were over 2 feet long.

Each of her breasts weighed over a ton. 

Her feet were 8 feet long. 

Finally, her cock was 55 feet 7 inches long and weighed 61 tons.

“I guess that’s why your total weight seemed so high.” I mused. We followed up with her balls, each of which weighed 20 tons. 

“So I only weigh 77.5 tons, that’s much better.” Max giggled. I was going to ask something along the lines of “where did all that mass come from if you weighed less than a ton yesterday?” but thought better of it. After all, the impossible followed Max around like a puppy. What shocked me today would be tomorrow’s normal and whatever tomorrow held in store could go beyond my wildest dreams.   

Max’s Stats.

Height: 49’11”+

Weight: 178.5 tons

Penis Size: ?? flaccid, 55’7”+ erect.

Testicle Size: Tank.