Untitled Growth Vignette

[cherokee_nation]

Ok, here's part 2. Written for my Lady, Polyphema. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part II

It had been almost a month since their first date. He had called her twice since, once the day after and then again earlier in the week. In the meantime he went back to his gray little life. So it came as a surprise when he opened the door to his apartment one morning to find her standing in the hallway. She was the same height as when they had first met, about 5’4”. She was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose fitting T-shirt, her face was slightly flushed. He could smell her sweat, a sweet, musky odor that aroused him in ways he couldn’t explain.
“I’ve been thinking,” she brushed past him into the apartment, “You see, when you first called me, I thought you were after something.” He followed her down the hallway and into his living room.
“Then, when you called me this week, I realized something: Most men I fuck fight me when they see me start to grow,” his cock felt like burning steel in his pants, “But not you. You actually seemed to enjoy it.” She turned as she said this, looked down at his raging hard on, and a predatory smile spread across her face.
“I think you love me, little man.”
He opened his mouth to say something, when his phone began to ring.
“Shit, I’m going to be late for work.” He ran to his bedroom to grab his briefcase, and was running for the front door when he stopped short. She had blocked his path by bracing herself against one wall and propping her leg against the opposite wall, something a 5’4” person couldn’t do. He looked down and saw that her pant leg had ridden up, exposing her ankle and some of her calf. For the first time he noticed how toned her muscles were.
“I didn’t say you could leave, little man,” She was just past his height now, about 5’8” or 5’9”, “We still have matters to discuss.” He protested, limply, but she merely stood up straight and placed a finger over his lips.
“Shhhhh.” She slid her finger down his lips, his neck, and then curled her fingers around his tie. She tugged him in close for a kiss, lightly parting her lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, but just as she reached him, she stopped and laughed.
“Oh, yeah,” She said, “You do love me.” She walked toward the living room, pulling him with her by his tie.
“Now,” She sat down on his small couch, he made to follow but she stopped him and left him standing in front of her, “I’ve never kept a plaything before, but if you can convince me, I may consider it.” His erection threatened his pants and she took notice.
“I want you to tell me that you’re mine, and when I beleive you, then you can cum.” He smiled.
“That’s easy enough,” He said, “I’m yours.” She laughed and shook her head.
“No. Not that easy,” She moved the coffee table farther from the couch, then positioned him so he was standing right in front of her.
“You’ll start,” She grunted lightly, and he watched as she rose a few inches, “Here.” She moved his hands to the waistband of her sweatpants. As he gently pulled them down over her hips, he heard two loud thumps as she set her feet on the coffee table, essentially trapping him between her legs. He moved achingly slow, purposefully teasing her to great effect. He had gotten them to her knees when he noticed how strained the elastic in them was getting. When he finally got them off, she was somewhere near 6’5”. For a moment he simply admired her, she wasn’t wearing panties, and the view was glorious. She had enough of the coy treatment; she grabbed the back of his head and forced his face into her hungry pussy. He began to gently work her clit, and her orgasm built quickly. She kept her hand on the back of his head, and his own arousal built as he felt her hand cover more and more of his head. As she neared orgasm, she pressed his head deeper and harder into her pussy. He was finding hard to breath, but he knew he needed to hold out, she needed to cum or he might not prove himself to her. He was starting to see white around the edges of his eyesight, but he could hear her orgasm. He felt her thrash and twitch beneath him, but she still kept her hand on the back of his head. Finally sated, she let go and he gasped for breath. She looked down at him, she had to be 6’9” now. He smiled weakly at her.
“I’m yours.” He gasped. She shook her head again.
“No. Not yet, but I think you will be.” She picked him up, “Now, where’s your bedroom?” He pointed in the direction of the hallway. He held on and looked up at her in awe. He couldn’t wrap his whole hand around her bicep, she smiled that predator smile again as she ducked through the doorway to his bedroom. She tossed him on the bed and stood at the foot of it.
“Oooo,” she looked up, “Vaulted ceilings? Nice touch.” She winked at him. She looked down at herself and said: “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think this shirt is going to make it.” With that she turned around, and he got his first look at her glorious ass. She hunched forward and flexed, and the tiny shirt nearly exploded off of her.
“Now,” She turned back around, pulling the remains off of her, “What to do about you?” He had been starting to take off his clothes, and she yanked off his pants in one swift pull. She attacked his dick with her tongue and lips, he moaned in response. She wasn’t starting slow like he did with her, she knew how close he was, and he had to do his best to not cum right away.
“Not yet!” he screamed inside his head, “Not yet! Not yet! Not yet!” His body began to twitch in ecstasy; he bit his lip and strained, and just when he couldn’t hold out anymore, she stopped. She rose in front of him: reaching seven feet and passing it, finally stopping just shy of the ten foot ceiling. His cock throbbed before her. He needed her, needed to cum inside her and fill her up.
“I’m yours.” He managed to say. She straddled the bed and lowered herself onto him. She felt amazing as she slid onto him, her pussy was warm and soft and heavenly. She leaned over and brought her face close to his.
“No. Not yet. You’re very close, but you can’t cum yet. When I say you can, then you’ll be mine.” And with that she started bucking. The feel of her giant pussy was intoxicating, he could feel her tightening on him, his cock felt like it was going to explode, and he tried his best to not cum.
“Do it!” She screamed in orgasm, “Do it now! Fill me!” and he screamed with her.
“I’m yours!” he screamed, “I’m yours, I’m yours I’m yours!” she went on for minutes, finally rolling off him and pulling his head onto one of her gargantuan breasts.
“I’m yours!” his hushed whisper was like a prayer to her, “I’m yours. I’m yours.” he repeated it over and over again. She kissed him hard, pressed his forehead to hers and looked deeply into his eyes. She laughed and gave her lioness smile.
“You always were.”

[cherokee_nation]

Here is part 3. I'm still no closer to finding a name for it. I've been calling it "Valentine's Day", because that's when the ideas started formulating in my head. What do you guys/gals think I should call it? You've all been awfully quiet now, which is either really bad (it sucks and we don't want to hurt his feelings!) or really good (both hands busy, can't respond!). Either way, I'm having fun writing it and I know Lady Polyphema likes it, so I'll keep it up.

Part III

Sometime the next morning he got a phone call. She was giving him a blowjob, and he didn’t even try to answer it, he was close to the edge and she wanted him to cum again. She stopped, adjusted him onto her lap, and answered his phone while jerking him off.
“Yes? No, he’s currently indisposed,” She winked down at him, and he reached up and started sucking on one of her breasts. She made a small gasp, but kept her composure with whoever was on the phone. “Yes, I’ll give him the message. You’re welcome.” She hung up and pressed his head deeper into her tit as he came all over her.
“Who was that?” He asked weakly as she licked him off of her.
“Your work, they called to say you’re fired.” He jerked up.
“What? Ah, shit! Ok, I’ve got some calls to make. I think if I--” she shushed him and laughed.
“Actually, I was going to tell you to quit. It just so happens that I need a personal assistant, and I want to keep you within cocks reach.” He tried to protest, but she gently cupped his balls and simply asked: “Aren’t you mine?” He nodded vigorously.
“That’s settled then. Now,” She went to her purse, the only article she brought that was still fully intact, “I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to go buy me some new clothes. You’re going to take me out to dinner and we can discuss your duties and fees.” She handed him a wad of cash, kissed him on the cheek and patted his butt playfully.
“Be back before noon, I want you to fuck me again before lunch.”

He rushed to a nice clothing store, but took his time finding something elegant and black. The dress would be short if she stayed her current 6’8”. He wasn’t sure what might happen if she grew, and the thought got him hard. He decided it would be best if she didn’t grow in a public place though, and he bought her some delicious, red peep-toe heels that would give her four more inches. On his way back to the apartment, he made dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant; he had an hour to spare.
He found her at his computer, somehow she had managed to guess his password and was sorting through his pornography. She was still naked, and she grabbed him as he got closer, pulling him onto her lap. She unzipped his pants and began stroking his hard cock as she clicked through pictures of tall women, photomanipulations and comics of minigiantesses.
“Is this what you used to do?” she leaned over and whispered into his ear. “Did you imagine what it would be like to fuck an eight foot woman? Well guess what?” She closed out the files, and then permanently deleted them from his computer. “You don’t have to imagine anymore.” He felt her growing around him, her breasts rising against his back and his neck; felt her legs lengthening underneath his own; felt her hand surrounding his cock. He heard his computer chair groaning under her weight as she set him down and stood up, her head scraping the eight foot tall ceilings. She bent over and got onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him.
“Cum in me now,” she said, spreading her pussy with her fingers, “I need you now!” He dropped his pants and ran to her, and almost immediately he was filling her with his hot seed. Pumping as he stood up straight, and finally ending on his tip-toes to stay inside of her.
“That’s a good little man. Now, you go take a shower while I try on the clothes you bought me.”

He showered quickly and got dressed himself. She was sitting on his couch when he entered the living room, stretching the limits of the dress he had bought. She was bigger than 6’8”.
“I think the dress you bought is a little small.” She coyly leaned over and squeezed her breasts between her arms. They bulged over the top of her dress, and so did his pants. She looked at him.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” He looked down and then nodded, but she shook her head. “No it’s not.” She stood, and leaned over to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. “Strip!” she ordered as she ducked into his closet. He obeyed and she tossed him a new outfit, a sleek looking combination he would never have thought to put together. He started to put it on when she stopped him.
“I said strip.” She said mock-indignantly. He looked down and she motioned to his underwear. “Lose ‘em.”
“But, what if I cum in my pants? There’ll be a stain, everyone will know!”
“Has that happened yet?” She asked.
“Almost…” He said, sheepishly. She leaned down and embraced him. He could hear her heavy breath in his ear.
“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.” She whispered. He dropped his underwear.

She insisted they get a regular sized cab; there was very little room for him, and he was loving every second of it. She was just over seven feet in her heels, and when they entered the dining room everyone looked at her. After they had eaten (she had ordered for him), she produced an important looking document.
“Here’s your contract, do you want me to explain it to you?” he nodded. “Ok, here’s the skinny little man: I’m paying you to be my Personal Assistant, not for sex.” He looked sad at that, “Don’t worry my little one, I’ll still let you fuck me, but that’s a perk, not why I pay you. Next on the list, I’m your Master, not your Mother.” He felt a little trepidation at that word: “Master”, “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to be mine?” He thought about that hard, staring long at her gorgeous face, her perfect body; his decision was obvious, he nodded vigorously. “Good. As I was saying, I’m your Master not your Mother. If you get into trouble, you have to get yourself out of it. I may help if you ask, but you shouldn’t expect it. I won’t dress you, but I get final say on what you get to wear. Finally, your cum is mine, and I get to say what you do with it. No masturbating unless I say so, no sex with anyone but me, and even then I tell you when to cum, understand?” He nodded again, and she passed him the contract to sign. As he signed the papers, he felt her foot in his crotch, sensually rubbing his cock. He thickened with anticipation.
The waiter asked them if they’d like dessert and he looked at her. She smiled and nodded her head. As he looked at the menu he heard the squeak of fabric in distress, he could suddenly see the top of her head over the top of the menu. He almost came. He set down the menu to find her staring lasciviously at him. She was leaning over, and he got the full view of her outrageous cleavage. The dress was starting to lose the fight with her massive body, with a small tearing noise the right shoulder of her sleeveless dress gave up, and she caught it just in time to not be exposed. His cock throbbed in his pants, aching for release.
“Oops! Maybe we should skip dessert?” She stood up to leave, but he felt her lean over him from behind to whisper in his ear: “Or maybe I should just have you for dessert?” He was sweating hard to keep from orgasm. It was the same on the taxi ride back to his apartment, her gigantic legs scrunching him into one side of the seat. As they entered the small lobby of his building, she ducked to get through the door, and he noticed she was carrying her shoes. He let out a small moan; she looked back at him and smiled. They entered the elevator and she pushed him aside before he could press his floor. She leaned way over to find the right button, pressing her enormous ass into him and squeezing him against the back wall.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” she said as she turned around, “I didn’t see you there. You know these elevators can get crowded so quickly?” She took two steps toward him, her titan body looming over his. She took a deep breath, and pop went her other shoulder ripped, exposing her huge breasts.
“Oh, my! I hope you don’t mind.” She trapped him between her body and the corner of the elevator, squeezing his face into her cleavage. DING! They had reached his floor, and she scooped him up without a word and moved swiftly to his door. Her footsteps thudded loudly as her giant body moved down the hallway.
“Hurry,” she told him as she set him down in front of his door, “I need your cum.” He looked down at her thighs (he didn’t have to look far) and saw that they were soaked. He struggle with his keys and belt. She fell on him as he opened the door, then kicked it closed with one giant foot.
“Yes!” She moaned as he entered her. With a sudden tightening around his dick her orgasm came, she screamed as she pounded up and down on his little body. He exploded inside her, in turn. Pumping her full of that substance she craved. He wrapped his arms around her waist afterward, burying his head between her mammoth breasts.
“I’m yours!” he said with feeling. He felt her arms wrap around him as well, and heard her sigh happily and say:
“I love you, my little man.”

[hiper]

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