Untitled Growth Vignette

[cherokee_nation]

Ok, so this is a short story I wrote today. It is partly based off of a personal experience. The tags are Minigiantess and sex. That's about all that happens. I left everything else purposefully ambiguous.



The room was large and high ceilinged, he remarked how unusual it was. She smiled suggestively and took off her heels. He stood near the doorway watching her, letting his eyes rove over her body. Her back was turned to him, but he didn't mind: the view from this angle was just as good as from the front. She stretched, raising her hands over her head and standing on her tip-toes; he ogled her all the while. A sense of movement confused him, and he had a strange feeling of vertigo. She turned and walked toward him, and his eyes were drawn to her full breasts. He hadn't noticed how tight her blouse was before, the top two buttons seemed to strain against the weight of her bosom, leaving small gaps through which her smooth skin could be seen. She pushed him lightly against the wall and placed her hands on either side of his shoulders, trapping him between her arms. She stared at him, eye to eye, and waited for him to notice. Realization dawned on him slowly; he looked down to her bare feet, and then back to her face. She smiled wickedly. He started to sputter something, but she silenced him by mashing her body into his in a deep kiss. He let his hands rove where his eyes had earlier, sliding down the small of her back before grabbing her butt hard. She let out a small gasp then began kissing him again. A soft 'pop' came from her chest and she pulled away, letting the changes sink into his startled little mind. He was eye level with her nose, and her shirt had burst open. She spun around and pressed her butt into him, somewhere near his waist.

"Can you help me with this," she said, guiding his hand to the zipper of her skirt, "I'd like to keep this skirt intact."

He fumbled with it while she took off the remains of her shirt and bra. Finally he undid it enough for her to step out of it.

"There, that's better."

He was struggling with his own shirt now; the difficulty arose from him being unable to take his eyes off her. She helped him, but stopped him as he started to undo his pants. She slid down onto her knees, and undid them herself. Pulling them off, she wrapped her fingers around his engorged cock. She giggled at the fact that is seemed much smaller, then she began to suck. She was enthralled by his taste and smell, and knew that she couldn't resist fucking him much longer. She started to build up speed, feeling her lips cover more and more of him, her panties tightened and ripped off her. She stopped as he neared climax, and slowly stood up. He watched as she rose past his head, and found himself staring directly at her breasts. His mouth was agape, and she didn't miss the opportunity: she hefted her left breast and guided the nipple into his open mouth. He sucked eagerly, and she could feel her orgasm building as she rose toward the ceiling. He was so engrossed in her breasts that he didn't notice her bending over to keep him pleased. She couldn't take anymore, she stood up, and he found himself staring at her navel. Bracing herself against the wall with one hand and her knees, she gently guided his head to her pussy. Now it was his turn to tease. He brushed his tongue lightly over her lips, causing her to moan and buckle somewhat. He worked her pussy with the flat of his tongue, thrusting deeper inside her with the tip and gently flicking her clit. Euphoric warmth began to wash over her in waves as she inched higher and higher. He had had to crouch when he started, but found himself having to crane his neck to keep licking. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and felt her shuddering in pleasure. She screamed as her orgasm came; he felt his feet leave the ground. With a gentle 'thump' that shook the room, she fell into a kneeling position. He hit the floor unceremoniously and lay sprawled out in front of her. For a while the only sound was their ragged breathing, and then something awoke within her. She grabbed him forcefully and straddled his tiny body, guiding his little dick into her. She fucked him hard. The stimulation from his dick was small, but she felt an orgasm building again. She wanted his seed, no! She NEEDED his seed, it was HERS and she would TAKE it whether he wanted her to or not. She could feel him bucking feebly against her, but she didn't care if it was from pleasure or pain, the only thing that mattered was his cum. She could hear him moaning in orgasm, and felt hot bursts inside her as his cum filled her. It was too much for her, and she had wall-shaking orgasm. She slumped forward onto her hands as her pussy spasmed with aftershocks. She could feel him squirm against her as she began to dwindle to a more reasonable size. He gasped for air as she rolled off of him; he had been trapped by breasts nearly as big as himself. She picked him up and carried him towards a large bed at one end of the room; at seven feet tall she had stopped shrinking.

"Get a good rest," she said and she laid down beside him, "I'll want you ready for round two in an hour."

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