11/5/20XX

I was beginning to feel like I was finally getting accustomed to Max’s growth. Hopefully I would be able to go tonight without needing to collect my jaw from the floor. I was thrown for a loop, however, when Max walked through my door. Normally she wore stylised, thought out outfits. Today she was only wearing a black hoodie with dark grey sweatpants and sneakers. 

“I ran out of clothes that fit and haven’t been able to make it to the store so I borrowed these from my big….well older brother. They’re a bit tight.” Max winked down at me. The hoodie was stretched comically over her bursting chest and the sweatpants hugged her every curve, including the sizable bulge at her crotch. More than that, it seemed she hadn’t even tried to fit her penis into her underwear, if she was even wearing any, as I could clearly see its imprint snaking its way down her left thigh nearly reaching her knee cap. I leaned forward to give her a welcoming kiss which she eagerly received. Wrapping my arms around her pillowy body she felt to be the same height she was when first showed off her pumps. 

After we had our fill, for the moment, I followed Max up the stairs once again. Her hips swaying tantalizingly with every step. Once in my room she was ready to get down to brass tacks, slipping off her sneakers and standing against the wall. She held her arms out before her, beckoning me forward. I nestled between her bosom and began measuring.

“You’re 6 feet even, you’re starting to grow really fast!” I spoke quickly, getting excited. 

“Yeah I know, I can feel it happening when I sleep, it’s led to some….interesting dreams.” Max hugged me close, swaying from side to side. 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I was curious, though I had some ideas.

“Well…..I had this one last night that I was big enough to hold you in my hand. You were clinging to my pinky but you couldn’t wrap your arms all the way around it.” Max spoke in a low husky tone as she looked down into my enraptured eyes. 

“Y-yeah? And then?”

“And then. I lowered you onto my cock and you ran aaaall the way to the tip, took you a good 30 seconds to make it all the way.” I was sweating now, I could run pretty fast. I did some rapid calculations and determined her dick would need to be over 500 feet long for this to be true. 

“Do you….do you think you’ll get that big?” It was a silly question, the largest Futa alive was less than 9 feet tall but a man can dream right?

“Hmmmmm, not quite. But I plan to get as close as possible.”  Max lowered her arms to cup my rear and gave a slight heave, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around her waist as she held me. Her hips flared so dramatically that I probably wouldn’t have been able to wrap my legs all the way around, were I any lower. “Now did you do as I asked?” Max spoke as if she were speaking to a toddler. I nodded. Earlier that day Max had asked me to weigh myself and make sure to remember.

Still holding me in her arms she stepped onto the nearby scale.

“So...what’s it say?” Max grinned her gaze firmly locked with my own.

“Uhmm….” I barely managed to rip my eyes from her own to look down at the scale. “372 pounds.” I read out looking back up at Max’s widening grin. 

“372 pounds for the two of us then, what did you weigh?”

“144.” whispered. I’d lost a couple pounds most likely due to sheer excitement. 

“Hmmm, so that would make me,” Max made an exaggerated thinking face, “About….228 pounds on my own. That’s 84 more than you babe, that’s practically a whole person in difference!” She stepped off the scale and spun around in a pirouette, lifting one leg of the floor entirely. “Wanna keep going?” She needn't have asked. I nodded, too breathless to speak. 

Max lowered me onto my bed and turned around to take off her sweatpants. She bent all the way over at the waist as she slipped them down her mammoth thighs. Her ass pressed into my chest and I subconsciously began to run my hands over it. It was smooth and soft, like a ripe peach. I maneuvered my hands down her thighs, lightly squeezing as I went. Her supple flesh gave way just a bit, before resisting due to her powerful underlying muscle. 

“You done, lover boy?” Max growled gently. “I’ve got something even better for you to touch.” She turned smoothly and her bubble butt was replaced with her python penis. I was in awe. Just a few days ago we were fairly comparable but now even her flaccid cock made mine look like a child’s. I ran one hand down its considerable length. The skin was soft and warm and I could feel a dull pulsing in the tips of my fingers. That ment I needed to act fast. I quickly measured and spoke the result out loud.

“11 inches, Jesus Max you’re gigantic.” 

“Mmmmm, I know. And I’m only. Getting. Bigger.” Max punctuated each word with her cock twitching and stretching. From my position on the bed it began to press into my chest and force me to lean backwards. When it finally came to a rest it was pressed against my cheek with the head perched on my right shoulder. “What are you waiting for, little guy? My permission?” Max sang, after I had been motionless for a solid 10 seconds. I binked, and readjusted my position to better do my job. I thought I might need to hold her cock up with one hand but it was plenty firm enough to remain horizontal on its own. 

“17 inches….” I spoke in disbelief. 

“Ooooh, that’s pretty good.” Max said as she stepped away and into my closet, where she happened to have stored the massive dildo from yesterday. Once again she held her dick beside the synthetic copy. While she was still about 2 inches shorter than the mock up she was noticeably thicker. I could wrap my hand around the dildo. I couldn’t quite do the same thing with Max. “Well you’ve seen the stepil, what about my church bells?” Max gently held her cock to one side to allow me a clear view of her ball sack. Two mammoth testicles swug before me. Each the size a grapefruit. How she walked with these things I had now idea. I reached out to touch one, as I did Max let out a cute groan from the back of her throat. I wanted to go further. She wanted me to go further. But we couldn’t. Not yet. 

Instead we both sat down at the wrestling table. I could feel Max’s cock under the surface. It thudded on the underside and the head rested just between my knees. We’re gonna need a bigger table.

“I’m not sure there’s much point in this anymore….” I stammered. “I mean you already beat me pretty well last time.” 

“Yeah, I know. But I don’t wanna just beat you pretty well. I wanna beat you completely.”  Max’s face shone with an innocent, eager smile. How could I say no to that face? But instead of holding out her hand in the manner one would for an arm wrestling match, She held her hand palm vertical, facing me. I picked up on the hint and placed my hand against her own. Her fingers all stood clearly taller than my own. My hand looked like a girl’s in a large man’s. Ironic.

“Aw, my little guy!” Max said sweetly, grinning from ear to ear.

 Transitioning to a more appropriate grip, we settled our elbows on the table. I knew I had no chance but I was still going to give it my all. On the count of three, I pushed. Nothing happened. I paused, then redoubled my efforts, bracing my other hand on the table to keep my elbow from slipping out. Max was beaming. She didn’t seem to be putting in any apparent effort and I couldn’t even budge her. 

“Why don’t you try both hands? You can even pull from the other side.” I balked at the suggestion. Sure she was stronger than me but by that much? Never the less I did as she offered. At first it seemed like I might have an advantage, if you can call it that, as I felt Max’s arm shift slightly in my direction. But she quickly tensed her muscles and dashed my hopes. “Aw, close but no cigar buddy.” Max slowly but steadily, in complete control, pushed my two hands down to the table’s surface. I was beaten completely. 

Max stood and stretched, reaching up as if to touch the ceiling. Her hoodie lifted from her midsection, revealing a tight, glistening 6 pack. She looked down at me, radiant in her beauty. I gazed contentedly up at her gorgeous body. The sweatshirt did a poor job of concealing her girth. 

“You know, I know my little, big brother only just lent me this hoodie. But I think I’ve outgrown it already.” With that she spread her arms out and quickly drew them back in as she arched her back. The sound of straining fabric gave way to tearing and the hoodie split down the back and across the sleeves, bursting off her amazon frame. Max then daintily peeled any stubborn fabric from her body and puffed out her chest. Her mountainous tits were laid bare as the large black bra she was wearing fell to the floor, also destroyed. “Woops,” Max spoke in a mocking tone. “Guess I need some new clothes huh?” She smirked down at me, then turned to walk towards my bathroom. “I need a shower. You coming?” I didn’t say anything, I just ran after her. What a night. 

Max’s Stats.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 228 Lbs

Penis Size: 11” flaccid, 17” erect.

Testicle Size: Grapefruit.