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.