New giantess growth story

[magnus knight]

That's right, its new, its inspired by someone, yet all relationships to real people or events are purely coincidence, and that's the legal part.

Read on, comments welcome, and the rest is coming soon. Easier to post in parts I thought, plus I get to be a tease.

Comments welcome.

Operator Number Eight
By Magnus Knight

“Desire something geeky of the erotic sort of fun? Do your fantasies involve Comicon? Then call me Number 8 and together we will chat and get it on. 555-555-5558 only $2.69per minute, leave a message if you get the busy tone.”
That was the internet advertisement read by Ryan on the phone sex website. Ryan was never satisfied with the usual girls he would call and chat with, they lacked the certain something special that he admired most in a woman, a sense of imagination, creativity, and play. Sure all the others could talk dirty, and they may have knowledge of this fetish or that fetish, but they all were about a few fake moans or grunts, asking how big he was, how hot it made them, then they would try to keep him on the line, milking both his wallet as well as his penis, if they could even be creative enough to get him off, fake the orgasm, and that was it. No, Ryan didn’t want that anymore, he wanted something more, imaginative.
Ryan went looking through the usual websites that night, until he came across that add, it offered him the very thing he was seeking, something creative, imaginative, different. This woman didn’t have a picture, at least a real one of herself on the website, but there were these great fan fiction style pics, of this red headed woman, a few freckles, in superhero costumes, soaring high in the sky like the hero’s he dreamed about at night sine he was a child, with her blue eyes and a smile on her face.
Mulling it over in his head, with his credit card in his hand, the call was very tempting for him to make, but he had felt cheated by so many before, so placing the card at his side Ryan decided to sleep on the call tonight, after all he never was one to rush into anything.
Night fell the following day, and Ryan decided to make the call. Going back to the website he entered his credit card information as directed by the site administrator. He hated this part, having to enter all of that personal information, worried about who might see it, where it might go, how it might be used for purposes other than his intention. The thing was like ninety percent of the young and unmarried male population, he was also horny, so throwing caution to the wind, and he entered everything. Then he moved his curser over the little boxes checking this or that, the yes I’m eighteen years of age or older box, which always made him laugh, he was checking that box before he was eighteen, as do many people around the world.
Information entered Ryan reached for his phone, and dialed the number. The ringing seemed to go on forever, but that might be because he was a little nervous every time he called someone new. “Brringgg, Brinng, Hello…” Her voice sounded medium in pitch, feminine, sweet in a way. “My names Ally honey, what’s yours?” Ally, what a nice name he thought. “Ryan, I’m umm calling for…” Ally cut in, “I know what you called for, and the question is what are you into or looking for, who’s your favorite hero or favorite comic, or you prefer science fiction television or movies?” The questions were unlike any he had been asked before, at least by a woman. Ryan was a usually a quiet and shy type, and he dare never talk to a woman about his interests in those topics, but this one was actually asking him about them.
The two of them continued to talk for some time, and it turned into the most fun, erotic adventure he had ever had talking to a woman. By the time it was done, they both were panting, having each relieved themselves during the hour long conversation. After they hung up, he shook his head, not believing a woman who sounded so nice was also so into fantasy, science fiction, and comics. He continued to call her once a week, every Thursday evening, over the next few weeks. The calls would always start off with light talk about upcoming comics and movies, and during their course they learned what heroes and types of fiction they both liked. She also taught him about all of these science fiction and fantasy style fetishes he could only imagine, which was the only way since none of them could possibly be made real, or could they? What Ally didn’t know was Ryan had a very large IQ and certain knowledge about biology, physics, and many other topics. Ryan didn’t just spend his days alone, he spent them reading and in labs when he wasn’t at his local comics shop.
Ally had taught him all about her favorite fetish of them all, giantess growth, and Ryan spent the better part of a week researching it online. The first thing he learned was the scientific designation Macrophilia, and then he went on to discover all these great stories, drawings, comics that depicted the topic. He had to admit it was arousing, he even tried to quantify it ,that if a naked woman was attractive, or one in skimpy or tight clothes, then logically one that was giant and naked, or in even skimpier or tighter clothes had to be even sexier, and that had to be a good thing.
Ally told him how it all started, with her first viewing of the classics, “Village of the Giants” and “Attack of The Fifty Foot Woman” the ones he would come to know as the greats. And he was determined to use all he could learn and absorbed online and in books by the greatest science minds and fiction writers, because after all great science fiction could be made tomorrows reality, Ryan was going to make her fantasy her reality, and he wanted her to enjoy it.
Toiling away over the next few months, he believed he found the answer, a way to stimulate certain body parts, brain parts, and biochemistry through sound. The way certain frequencies of sound could make one nauseas, or incapacitate someone, and even have one lose their bowels. Ryan had found one that could make a woman grow, as the six foot mouse in his garage could attest to. He hadn’t called her in sometime, but this next call would be something special for all.
It had been eleven weeks since Ally and Ryan had last spoken, before he dialed he brought what looked like an eighties boom box only it glowed green, had what looked like a blender on top of it, and what could best be described as a flux capacitor mixed with a phaser in the back, with this hose that had an earphone at the end of it, cupped so it would mold and fit perfectly over a phone receiver. Plugging it in the machine began to hum, the top started spinning and this wire began to vibrate as it fed into the back, then two wires fed back into the machine, the whole thing hummed and shook. As it was warming up and the resonators came online he went to his computer to once again begin entering all of his credit information. The thought did occur to him that if this worked, maybe she should pay him.
“Hey sweetie, haven’t heard form you in a while, what’s new?” Ally was sounding like a cross between trying to be both cute and coy with him. “Oh nothing, but before we begin, what are you wearing right now?” Ryan never asked that up front before, and he blushed a little when asking. “Well, I’m wearing a tight pink button up blouse, a cute little black miniskirt, white Bjou thigh high stockings, and these white tennis shoes, they are so comfy.” Ryan had to admit this all sounded hot, but if he was right things were about to get a lot hotter. “Say, could you hold on a second?” he asked her. “It’s your money, but if it can’t wait ok.” Ryan put down the phone, and grabbed the hose coming off of the device he built and secured it to the phone, then with his fingers crossed he reached over and presses play. “Aroogrrygrowygroo” was the best way to describe the sound that Ally heard. Ryan hit the stop button and yanked the plug after about twenty five seconds, because he calculated every second was a foot of growth, and after the first test the thing caught fire, he saved the machine, the giant mouse wasn’t so lucky, but the BBQ was surprisingly good.
“Sweetie, you there? What was that?” Ally asked, and as he removed the machine’s connection to the phone he yelled in, “feedback!” then dropped the phone briefly as the device made the damn thing hot. Picking the phone back up tossing it briefly between hands blowing on it he was able to speak into it again. “Umm, feedback, it was umm, feedback is all, crossed lines you know.” Was the most believable lie he could come up with at the moment. “Oh, well, it’s happened before, made me kind of tingle a little.” Was Ally’s reply back.
“So tell me about your giantess fantasy again.” Ryan said. “Again, you really did get into that didn’t you.” Was her response with a playful giggle. “Well, it usually starts with all my clothes getting tight.” Ally said, and as she said it she had to reach up with her right hand and tugged on her blouse, the collar felt snug suddenly. “And I imagine it’s an incredible sensation, that tight feeling.” Ally wiggles her toes in her tennis shoes; they seem to have less room inside at this moment. “And the thought of my breasts, getting all big, swelling and rubbing against my teeny bra, ohh, it is such a hot thought.” As soon as those words left her mouth she had to reach up and adjust her left strap, the thing was digging in. “And the thought of these thigh highs, getting all tight, tickling my legs…”All trailed off as she squirmed in her couch, her thigh highs seemed to be squeezing around her thighs, where the lace stitching held them up, felt really snug. “Umm, Ryan, can you hold on a second…” as she put the phone down, she looked at her right hand, and began to flex her fingers. Her hand looked swollen to her, and the ring on her ring finger felt tight, too tight. Ally tried to pry it off, tugging on it, grunting with the effort it took. As she tugged and tugged she paused to get the hair out of her eyes. Her red hair was obstructing her view, but it shouldn’t be, she usually kept it trimmed in the front, taking pride in her neat bangs, but they were longer now. As she brushed it away one more time she reached for a band and did a quick ponytail. As she brought her hands down she looked, and saw the pink polish she had put on them the other day was flaking, cracked in some places.
Ryan couldn’t see any of this, but the pause had him suspecting his machine did something to her, something wonderful he hoped. “Sorry about that,” Ally said as she picked the phone back up. “Just something I had to take care of.” As she said it she absently tugged on her skirt and then reaching down had to pull her thigh highs back up again. She began talking again to Ryan, and maybe she didn’t notice yet, but he could tell her pitch was off, lower. They talked for a few more minutes; “Plink!” was heard on his end, followed by “What the fuck?” The noise sounded metallic, “Umm Ryan, my ring just snapped off.” Ryan had no idea if this was real or role play, so he just told her that sounded hot. “No, it actually broke off…” Ryan could tell she was close to hanging up, so thinking quickly he explained about sweat causing corrosion and breaking the material down over time. “It’s gold though,” Ally replied. “Could have been just coated, nobody’s perfect?” was his flimsy response. “And anyhow, if we talk long enough, you can get a new one.” Ryan just wanted to keep her on the line, to hear if this whole thing worked. “Umm, ok, yeah, where were we?” Ally asked.

[qzar9999]

This wouldn't in any way be related to comicbookbabe, would it?

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by magnus knight

That's right, its new, its inspired by someone, yet all relationships to real people or events are purely coincidence, and that's the legal part.

Read on, comments welcome, and the rest is coming soon. Easier to post in parts I thought, plus I get to be a tease.

Magnus Knight,

Tease? I don't recall anyone ever giving you permission to tease us in your literary masterpieces. B;-) It's just been a habit that has grown on your fan base here. Lol. Myself included.

After how long from being out of the mainstream of writing fem growth fiction, out of the loop here or there...? I must admit you haven't lost your touch even for a brief, first-part story segment. I liked the build up, but the last two major paragraphs take home the honors. Sucks to be Ryan though.. Since he won't see his efforts grow to fruition. I will, because I certainly look forward to updates since I've already subscribed to this thread. B-) Old man.

[magnus knight]

This wouldn't in any way be related to comicbookbabe, would it?

I will neither confirm nor deny those rumors. This is a work of fiction, and may or may not be inspired by individuals whom I may or may not have chatted with who are involved with certain phone services they may provide for a fee.

Also, the rest of the story is below, please enjoy, comments welcome, and...

Old man

Age is an illusion the body plays upon the mind.

[magnus knight]

Ryan couldn’t see any of this, but the pause had him suspecting his machine did something to her, something wonderful he hoped. “Sorry about that,” Ally said as she picked the phone back up. “Just something I had to take care of.” As she said it she absently tugged on her skirt and then reaching down had to pull her thigh highs back up again. She began talking again to Ryan, and maybe she didn’t notice yet, but he could tell her pitch was off, lower. They talked for a few more minutes; “Plink!” was heard on his end, followed by “What the fuck?” The noise sounded metallic, “Umm Ryan, my ring just snapped off.” Ryan had no idea if this was real or role play, so he just told her that sounded hot. “No, it actually broke off…” Ryan could tell she was close to hanging up, so thinking quickly he explained about sweat causing corrosion and breaking the material down over time. “It’s gold though,” Ally replied. “Could have been just coated, nobody’s perfect?” was his flimsy response. “And anyhow, if we talk long enough, you can get a new one.” Ryan just wanted to keep her on the line, to hear if this whole thing worked. “Umm, ok, yeah, where were we?” Ally asked.
Ryan thought for a moment, “You were telling me what you liked about growing.” “Oh, ok,” Ally started back up with her descriptions of her growing, how good it would feel, and while doing so she kicked her legs back up onto her couch, but they felt bunched up, and so she kicked them to the top, placing her tennis shoes on the top of the end of her couch, only they should not be reaching that part of the furniture, they shouldn’t be anywhere near there. Ally was also curling and uncurling her toes inside the shoes, unaware of why she was doing it, but it seemed to feel good. The truth was with ever flex they were able to find room as she curled them inside her tight footwear. The toe are was quickly loosing free space, and it didn’t help any that her heels were beginning the push into the backs of the tennis shoes, forcing the toes forward, hence the need to curl.
“…and the way the gaps would form in a blouse…” Ally was continuing on, getting so caught up in this chat that she didn’t notice the gaps beginning to form in her own tight pink blouse, but they were, those six buttons, each one protruding just a bit, forming an overall diamond shaped gap, the type seen in certain movies when the shirt’s contents began to encumber the function of said shirt. They were there, still small, but four diamond shaped gaps were open, the buttons above and below each twisted askew, some looking like they were going to undo themselves, others just hanging on best they could.
“…and then my skirt would kind of hike up on its own, revealing my creamy thighs, teasing them to the world…” Ally was wearing a black miniskirt, it sat just above the midpoint between her knees and waist, and as she would admit it made her feel sexy. This mini as more mini though as it was now resting closer to said waist then it would have been and with every few seconds that knee to waist gap was increasing.
The miniskirt moved gently, slowly, almost like a seductive dance as it shimmed higher, revealing a gap between the tops of those white stockings and the bottom of the skirt. Ally was too busy rubbing her hands over those white thigh highs, playing with the lace stretchy tops, when her index finger seemed to tear a hole in it. “Damn it…” she blurted. “What is it?” Ryan asked. “I just tore my new stockings one of my customers sent me as a gift.” She said in an annoyed tone, and a little deeper one he noticed. “Well, if this goes right I’ll buy you a new pair, biggest they make.” Ryan told here. “What are you talking about?” Ally asked, and Ryan thinking quickly, “Nothing, just playing into the fantasy is all.”
They were both talking again getting back into the giantess fantasy; “Plink!” came over the line. “Wow, I just popped a button.” Ally said. “Sounds hot.” Was Ryan’s reply. “No, I really just had one pop off of my…” “POP!” Another one just snapped off. “Ryan… I need to go, something’s, umm, happening.” Ryan knew the affects must be kicking in now. “Please Ally, just keep me on the line, I promise I won’t look for a refund.” Ally didn’t hear that last part though; she dropped the phone when her left calf felt an odd tickle. The thigh high stocking had a small run in it, and as she watched, the run seemed to grow, creeping down her calf until it disappeared into her tennis shoe.
“Umm, oh, ummm…” Were the sounds Ryan heard over the phone line during the next few minutes. He didn’t know what was happening, but he tried to imagine, and judging by the erection quickly going up as the tent rose, he liked what he was imagining.
“Oh, oh…” he heard her moan in a seductive manner. “Snap! Snap! Snap!” was what he heard over the line, and the sound was louder then an average possible tear, yet softer then shoes bursting, “Laces.” He blurted out, her tennis shoes must have laces, and they’re now snapping to relieve the pressure. “Shrippp ,rip.” It was a softer sound, very light, barely audible. “Hmmm, hehe hmmm…” Ally seemed to be giggling, and the tearing noise was so soft, he guessed it had to be her thigh highs, running all over those sexy smooth legs of hers, just tearing and rending into ribbons. The soft materiel they were made of he guessed might tickle her.
“Uhhh, oh, oh, mmmm…” Ryan didn’t know for sure if those were moans of pain or joy, but while he was trying to decide he heard a series of popping noises, followed by a snap, and could only guess either the buttons on her pink blouse just blew off, or her laces finished snapping, which would mean her shoes would be incredibly tight right now. “Brrip! Burup! Shrrip!” whatever that was I t was very loud. “Her shoes!” Ryan guessed, after some thought that had to be the loud noise, and his mind raced, the thought of her small, cute feet, exploding out of one, or both at once, so sexy.
“Oh, oh god…” It was the first word he understood clearly. “Plink! POP! Plink!” He didn’t know for sure if that was more laces, the shoes separating sole and upper, or anything else really. “Crunch! Smash!” All Ryan heard were these loud banging noises, he assumed she was either so big now she was knocking things over, or maybe getting off, either thought was strangely arousing for him at the moment.
These thoughts were racing through his head, her on all fours, growing bigger and bigger, clothes tearing off as she has her hands all over herself, caressing every curve of soft skin. Maybe she was sitting, her feet tearing, no bursting out of her shoes, the leather unable to contain them, and as they went out, growing things were being knocked all around. “Snap! Shrip! Rip!”
More tearing noises, was it her blouse, maybe the shoulder seams, or back, rending, splitting open, or her skirt, just splitting along her thighs, giving those thighs he imagined so beautiful and toned, just ripping the sides, more room to expand.
“Uhh! Oh, Oh my god! My breasts… so, so tight, so full.” Ryan almost lost it right there, Ally’s blouse torn open, her breasts must be really heaving into that bra, must really be tight, the cups overflowing with such amazing and delightful pressure building as they thrust and heave, ever tighter, fuller. Ryan thought if the cups ruptured, nipples possibly erect, jutting out into the cool air of wherever she was. He literal had one hand on the phone, the other drifting southward at this point. “Damn, should have recorded this.” He chuckled to himself at that moment.
“Uhh, so tight..umm ohh ,so good, sooooo hmmm!” Ally was really moaning and groaning now, and Ryan imagined her panties were beginning to fail now, getting really tight in all the wrong or right places he mused. “Shrrrip, rip, Shrrip!” The sounds of more clothes failing, rending off of her body. Ryan guessed her neighbors, if she had any could here this by now, and he really hoped if she was in an apartment, the other people would leave, hopefully before any buildings began to come down around them.
“Snap! Snap, Pop!” Whatever that was it went after putting up a fight. Ryan was running out of clothing to imagine, but he guessed she had to be pretty big by now, maybe fifteen or more feet at this point in time.
“Oh… mmmm, So big.” Ally moaned it out, her voice sounded somewhat booming now, and he had to pull the phone away from his ear. “So, free, so mmmmm powerful.” It sounded like a whisper of sultry lust, or she could be out of breath, after all growing could be tiring. The chance she might be getting off as well crossed his mind, and he knew that always made him tired after a long session.
“Bang! Bang! Crash!” Rayne heard some very loud noises now, and he didn’t know what they were exactly, but the last crash sounded like glass breaking, and that could only mean she was literally bringing down the house. “Ohh god…yes mmmm!” Was the last thing Ryan heard Ally say, and then a crushing noise and nothing, nothing but silence. “Ally, Ally?” Ryan shouted into the phone, but the reply was, “beep beep beep beep” of the dial tone. The connection was lost, maybe she stepped on the phone and crushed it, or perhaps as she grew through the roof parts came down and squished it. Either way it was over and the sticky feeling on his hand told him he was too. “You’re welcome, and goodnight sweet giantess, wherever you are.”
Ryan hung up the phone, he could have turned on the television, as a twenty to thirty foot woman going about the town was sure to be national news, but this whole thing started out as fantasy, and getting some sleep and dreaming about it just felt like the right thing to do, the right note to end this evening on.
This is the end of the story, at least from Ryan’s perspective, but I’m sure “Ally” has more to say, and plenty of juicy details that would keep one going for a very long time, but if you want those, well…
You’ll just have to call…
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[Bozo]

Fantastic work. Really glad to see you back at it.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by magnus knight

Age is an illusion the body plays upon the mind.

Magnus Knight,

I don't know... After the last three+ years of my life I swear my mind is either lying through it's teeth that it is 62 years of age while my body is 31, or something else I haven't figured out yet. LoL