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Stop wasting time looking for files and revisions. Connect your Gmail, Drive, Dropbox, and Slack accounts and in less than 2 minutes, Dokkio will automatically organize all your file attachments. Learn more and claim your free account. View Measure by Measure by Magns555 Rob Classact 9 years, 4 months ago Page history last edited by Measure by Measure by Magns555 Sheila wasn't exactly what I was looking for in a woman, but she was close. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and endowed with the warm personality of someone had gone through life believing she who was okay-looking, but not beautiful. Her face had high cheekbones without being angular; her eyes were big, brown, and somehow soft.



The softness of her breasts was less mysterious. They were huge. On her 4'10" body, they were gigantic. The fact that her nipples were pale pink and normal-sized made her boobs look even bigger. Now that I look back, it was her breasts that helped me get past my typical disinterest in short women. And it was her matter-of-fact relationship with them that convinced me that I should make a serious effort at our relationship. Our first date was at an amusement park -- hey, don't knock misattribution of arousal before you try it -- and one of the workers joked nastily about her being too short to ride the rides. "What if I lay down?," she asked. I laughed, she smiled, and he extended to me an approving "Dude."



Towards the end of our second date, she was similarly matter-of-fact. She also proved that regardless of her size, she is the perfect woman:



"Stan, I think I like you and I'm going to invite you back to my place tonight. Let's get some things out now so they're not awkward. First, no sex tonight. Sorry. My ladyparts are doing their thing. Second, when you see my bra, you're going to be tempted to comment on the daunting number of hooks and look at the tag for the size. There's no tag. It's a custom-made 30N. There are six hooks. Third, when you take me home, before you kiss me, or squeeze my boobs, or take off my shirt, or start any foreplay at all apart from putting Marvin Gaye on, one of us will take off my bra. Removing it in the middle of fooling around just takes too long. So, do you want to be the one to take it off?"



"Yes, please."



"Can you keep your mouth shut about the hooks and size?"



"Absolutely."



"Breast man, huh."



"Um."



"It's not a trap."



"Yes, then."



"Good! Last, how secure are you about the size of your penis?"



"Wh...what?"



"Well, if you're worried about it, I can give you a handjob. Look at my hands. You'll feel huge. If you're not worried about it, you can titty-fuck me, and risk feeling tiny."



"Both?"



"Oh, I think I really like you."



******



It was after our third date that we nearly had sex for the first time. We would have had sex for the first time, but I made a bad call. You see, she was on top of me, about to lower herself onto my perfectly respectable (really!) penis. I was holding one massive breast with both hands and sucking on her nipple. Her breast pressed from my chin to my forehead. She was moaning quietly. Then, just as her labia brushed my penis, she wispered a single word: "Yoctometers."



I, jackass that I am, popped her nipple out of my mouth and said, "Wait, what?"



She jumped off me, clapped her hand over her mouth, and ran out of the room. She slammed the bathroom door shut before I was even out of bed. I could hear her crying. I walked up to the bathroom and called her name. When she didn't answer, I did my best to console her.



"Sheila, whatever it is, it's ok. I'm sorry I said anything. I...I really love...um, spending time with you, and, um."



Then I had what we still call my George Costanza moment. I took all my instincts about early relationship gamesmanship and the art of consoling women sobbing in bathrooms, and did the opposite.



"Sheila, I'm either falling in love with you or in love with you. You're incredible. Especially in bed. My God, in bed. And I frankly don't care what that was about. Everybody has some hangup about sex. Everybody. So you have a metric system fetish. I don't c..."



She opened the door, still stark naked. When her breasts stopped swaying, she asked, "What's yours?"



Like I said, George Costanza moment. "I, uh, get turned on by tall women." She tilted her head, but didn't look hurt, like I thought she would. I kept going. "Really tall women. And, um, fantasizing about women growing."



"You mean, like, maturing?"



"No, I mean like going from five feet tall to twenty-five feet tall. Usually while having sex with me."



"Oh, wow. Stan." She looked down and sighed, then looked back up at me with tears in her eyes. "Let me get some clothes on and we'll talk."



******



That was the night she told me her story.



"Ok, so, I'm not really sure of the cause of it. I have some ideas but they're all confounded. While she was pregnant with me, my mother wore a necklace made out of a meteorite that crashed into my father's car, which, at the time, was parked at his job. He worked at a top secret government chemical weapons facility till they discovered that he was stealing compounds to perform experiments on me. I grew up in a house build on a desecrated Native American burial ground. When I was in college, I had a small mishap with an unshielded particle accelerator, a gypsy, and some exotic fruit. Then I had a somewhat larger mishap with a lightning bolt and some chemicals while interning at a police forensics lab. Anyway, whatever it was, when I was 20 and had sex for the first time --"



"You didn't have sex till you were 20?!"



"Yeah, THAT's the most unbelievable thing I just said." She shook her head and pursed her lips. "Anyway. He was a nice guy. Kind of insecure about being 5'4", but he had a solid eight inches on me. That helped make him happy. Then, when he first pushed inside me, I felt this unbelievable tingle all over my body. I thought it was just, you know, sex. It wasn't. For every second he was inside me, I grew."



I swallowed hard. My penis started to stiffen.



"And grew. I grew an inch taller each second for the whole twenty seconds he was inside me. It felt amazing. Oh, it felt so good. Then he noticed his tiny girlfriend had a foot on him, pulled out, and ran. Just, screaming and naked, straight out of my apartment."



"An inch per second?"



She looked at me, smiled, and reached forward to rub my penis through my boxers. "You were serious about that fantasy. Wow. Yeah, that's apparently my default. I learned four more things that night: one, I shrink back down when I sleep, roughly evenly over the course of about ten hours. Two, if I'm not done shrinking when I wake up, the growth is permanent. That's how I reached a towering 4'10" from my former puny 4'8". Three, any vaginal stimulation triggers the growth. And fourth, if I think of a unit of measure smaller than an inch right before insertion, I grow by that per second instead of inches. So since then, I think of yoctometers. We could fuck for days and the growth would be imperceptible."



"How did you figure that out?"



"You're really most curious about that?"



I thought for a few seconds. "What about bigger units of measure?"



She smiled at me, and gave my penis a squeeze.



*******



Two nights later, we had sex for the first time. She stuck to yoctometers. She wanted our first time to be at least a bit normal. It was still incredible. She was flexible, vigorous, rapacious, and nearly as turned on by my fondling her breasts as I was. I lasted only a few minutes. "That's ok," she laughed, "I usually make it quick." She pulled herself off me and, with a grin, flopped down with her massive breasts covering my face. "Oh, that was amazing. Not having to worry about the growth feels so, so good. Stan? Can you breathe?"



I rolled us both over and looked her in the eye. "That was...thank you. You're incredible."



She smiled. "Have you thought about the unit of measure for next time? Remember, smaller than an inch." I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. "An inch at a time is -- well, I'd be close to 30 feet tall right now." My eyes widened and my penis twitched. She grinned at me. "Maybe someday. With advance planning. We'd need more space. And Ambien. I want to be sure to sleep all that off."



I woke up the next morning to Shelia lying in bed next to me, wide awake and stark naked. "Did you know that there's something on the Internets called the Giantess Converter?" She started running her fingernail up and down the underside of my glans. "It says that if I were 30 feet tall, my breasts would be over seven feet tall and seven feet wide." Blood surged to my penis. "You could stand under them while I was lying down. They'd be taller than you. Can you imagine that? Imagine two tons of breasts between you and my face? Ah, I see you can." I sat partway up and pulled her in for a long, forceful kiss. With my other hand, I cupped her pert ass cheek, then worked my fingers up the small of her back along the left of her spine. She shuddered.



"I can't even begin to tell you how incredible you are. It took me years to realize that I wasn't alone in this fantasy. And in just a few days, you're as deeply into it as I am."



"Well, doing this for you fulfills a fantasy of mine."



"Really?"



"Yes. You make..." She choked up. "You make me feel normal."



I kissed her again, lightly, and brushed away her tears. "Then I guess I shouldn't ask about the principle of conservation of matter and square/cube law."



"Yeah, best not."



*******



Much to my chagrin, we didn't have sex that morning. I told her I'd like to try millimeters, and even pointed out that she could borrow some of my clothes till she slept again. She asked me how many large band N cup bras I had available. When I conceded the point with a laugh, she pushed herself onto me for two seconds.



I could feel her swell this time. Her toes trailed gently down my shins. Her breasts pressed up agains my chest and out against my forearms. The skin of her back pulled against my palm in all directions.



"There. This is the biggest I can be and have my bras still fit. I'll be bulging out of them, but -- wait, did you cum?"



I blushed. "Yes. Your boobs...and your toes, your skin, they..."



"Hah. You're going to have to control yourself tonight. What good is a measley few millimeters? I want to be at least six feet tall."



"Tonight?"



"Well, yeah, I'm assuming you want another date. You said you might love me and all. Do you?"



"Want another date?"



"Clever boy."



She kicked me out with instructions to come back with a weekend's worth of clothes and a measure of self-control. The rest of the day was a blur. I'm sure each of us spent time on activities that, if I recounted them now, would give you greater insight into our respective psyches. But I honestly don't remember what happened. I just remember that night: the first time Sheila was furniture-breaking big.



*********



I got back to her place around six. She had volunteered to cook us dinner. Shortly after we cleaned the burst potatoes off of her microwave and discussed the small (but critical) difference between teaspoons and tablespoons, I volunteered to order us pizza. I had wine with dinner -- probably too much. Sheila didn't.



"I always wake up in the middle of the night to pee when I've been drinking. That's usually no problem, but tonight..." She ran her hand up my thigh. "How big do you want me to get?"



"I want to last as long as I can."



"Still just millimeters?"



I nodded. "I don't think I can take much more just yet."



"Mmm. Love a self-secure man." She slid onto my lap and straddled me, then leaned in for a kiss. Her breasts pressed from my stomach to the middle of my sternum. I ran my hands along their soft curve, pressing them gently inwards.



"Mmmm. Are you sure you're ready for these? I could smother you with them now. Just imagine." She started sliding her chest up mine. Her boobs bumped against my chin. I pressed them into my face, then ran all ten fingernails down across the top of her breasts, down their sides, down her waist, and across the small of her back. From there I cupped her ass, lifted the two of us out of the chair, and walked towards the stairs to her bedroom. She half-squealed in surprise and delight, but demurred on being carried upstairs. I ignored her. Once we were in her room, I laid us down on the bed and started undoing the hooks on her bra. She, ever the model of efficiency, shimmied out of her jeans and unbuttoned mine. Then she pulled off my shirt, her shirt, and her distractingly large bra. I kissed her lingeringly on her lips, neck, breasts, and stomach. She massaged my shoulder and ran her hand up and down my shaft. As I tried to push into her, she pressed a hand against my chest.



"I should be on top. For safety's sake."



"Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry for pushing things."



She smiled at me, then, as she climbed on top, grinned a wicked grin. "Centimeters."



"Are you sur--oh God!"



The effect, while less pronounced than before, was immediate. Her hips swelled into my hands. The skin of her thighs pulled against mine. As I thrust into her, her breasts swung and slapped together, ever slightly bigger, slightly higher. Sheila moaned and shifted so her legs were outside mine. She turned her feet so the balls of her big toes trailed down my legs. I nearly lost it right then.



She flopped over and started kissing me on the chest. Her breasts covered my entire stomach as we thrust into each other. I pushed them against me with both hands. They pushed back, all the while sliding up my chest. As Sheila's head rose up my body, she kissed me on the shoulders, then neck, then chin, then mouth. She pecked me on the nose, looked me in the eye, and purred, "Hello, lover. Go ahead and feel how big my ass has gotten. My breasts will be giving you more attention than you can handle very soon." I watched her eyes rise past mine as she spoke. While I could reach, I kissed her desperately on the mouth, then chin, then neck. Her breasts had now engulfed my chest and shoulders; I had to lift each one to get my arms down far enough to reach her large -- now larger-- ass. They were heavy enough that I struggled against them. Sheila chuckled, but made no effort to help me.



Once I could, I massaged her ass cheeks with each hand, then brushed my hands down her swelling thighs. As I traced her burgeoning curves with my hands, her breasts made their promised appearance. She pushed herself up on her arms -- now longer than mine -- and dangled her breasts over me. As I wrapped the full length of my arms around them and squeezed them in to make nearly two feet of cleavage, she lowered her massive tits gently onto my head. I could feel them flowing down around my face, pressing against my ears. They were wider than my shoulders. I doubted I could lift one. As I kissed the innner curve of her left breast, and massaged the right with one hand, I ran my other hand up towards her shoulder. I couldn't reach.



Somewhere high above me, I heard her say, "Hang on, let me rest for a bit. Ohh. Whew." She didn't pull off. Her knees started to press against my elbows. "Stan, this feels incredible. Oop, hang on, I need to slide us down away from the wall."



Her breasts lifted away from my face. I trailed my fingertips down their sides towards the nipples as they went. Sheila moaned. Then I felt one hand, big as a catcher's mitt, clasp my left shoulder. Once again, I could feel its skin pull against mine in all directions. Sheila's other hand grabbed my shin. I looked up, high up, at her massive face. She had her eyes closed and a look of rapture on her face. I nearly tried to sit up to wrap my arms around her waist, just to see if I could escape her grip -- and whether I would fit under her breasts. But then she scooted the two of us down the bed, and I heard a dull "thunk." And then, "Hello ceiling!"



I came for what seemed like forever. I bucked, and thrashed, and thrust. Sheila, still growing, screamed as she, too, came. She pushed her palms up against the ceiling, pressing me deep into the mattress. That's when we heard the CRACK and the footboard shot off the bed. Sheila grabbed the headboard and got up on her knees in a split second, probably saving me from serious injury. Then the bottom of the headboard gave way. The mattress and I fell the rest of the way to the floor. Sheila looked down at me, horrified.



"Are you ok?"



"Hang on, brain off. Whoo. Fine, fine. I'm fine. Really." Her brow unknit. She slid back and sat on the floor. Her hips were nearly as wide as the mattress. Her shapely ass was ever so slightly pressed against her dresser. Her breasts were unbelievably big; each was wider than my whole body. I got up, walked up to her between her legs, each now nearly as long as me, and reached for her face. She leaned over so I could kiss her on the lips. Well, one of the lips -- the top one, in the middle. She could have kissed half my face at once. In fact, she did, after parting her humongous breasts and pulling me into her cleavage.



"You're so tiny now. I...I really could smother you with one...how big am I?"



I could barely think. My body felt like I had downed a gallon of coffee as I stood there, likely trapped by nearly 300 pounds of breastflesh. My penis longed to be hard again. "Um, just going...wow, um...stupid refractory...you're huge. Maybe 10 feet? Can you straighten your legs?" The floor shook slightly. The lamp on her nightstand clattered to the floor.



"More than ten, I think."



"Let me see." I pushed against her breasts with each hand. She giggled, and the floor creaked. She stopped abruptly. I could feel her flesh ripple against my hips. "Uh, little help?"



She hefted her breasts apart and I turned around. Her legs were longer than she had been just a few minutes ago.



I whispered in awe. "Maybe eleven?" I looked down again at my flaccid member. "Damn."



"Aww, don't worry. This isn't nearly the last time. In fact..."



**************

We slept in different rooms that night so that she wouldn't crush me and I wouldn't wake her. She downed an Ambien, kissed me good night, and started muttering something about anthropomorphized Snausages before I was even out of the bedroom. When she came downstairs the next afternoon, back to her tiny self, she told me to pack for an overnight trip. Then we drove a few hours towards the mountains.



"You have a disused cabin."



"Hey now. Rustic."



"A rustic cabin, deep in the woods, far from prying eyes."



"Yes."



"And you can grow into a buxom titaness."



"Mmm, good word. Yes, though. Why?"



"No, it just seems conveni---you know what? I'll roll with it."



She cocked an eyebrow at me, then shrugged. "My uncle left it to me a few years ago. It was, and remains, in terrible shape."



"Sounds romantic."



"It should. I'd really like to knock the eyesore down."



"Why don't you?"



"Silly, that's the plan."



"Huh?"



"We're going to go inside my disused cabin, deep in the woods, far from prying eyes, and you're going to fuck me till I grow right through it."



I nearly came right there. "Jesus Christ. Will you marry me?"



My body went cold and my eyes widened in horror at what I had just blurted out. She stared back at me, shocked. "Are you...are you trying to Ted Mosby me?" She teared up. "I know last night was scary. We can be careful this time. And if you don't want to, I understand. It must have been a little terrifying. Me getting so big. Nearly crushing you."



"No. I'm, uh, I've been trying the George Costanza thing. That was absolutely the wrong thing to say."



Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Ah."



"Sheila, I'm sorry." She sniffled, looking down, and nodded to herself. "Fuck it, I've come this far. I think I mean it. You're perfect. Grow for me, don't grow, I don't care. You're perfect. And I know. I know I mean it. I mean it."



I walked over to her and hugged her. She wrapped her hands tightly around my waist. "That WAS absolutely the wrong thing to say." She sniffed again. We stood there in silence for a long time. "You mean it?"



"Yes."



"You're sure, now?"



"Yes."



She grabbed my crotch.



"My God, you're actually thinking with the good head." She looked up at me. Her eyes shimmered in the dusklight. "Can you ask again so we don't have to recount my groping you to our children?"



I laughed. "Will you marry me?"



"Yes." We kissed, tenderly at first, then hungrily. I started to undo the hooks of her bra through her shirt. She backed up a step.



"Can you promise me something?"



"Mmm-hmm."



"You'll find some way to have a diamond set in metallic-toned lycra? Taking my ring off every night could get annoying."



"I'll do my best."



"Well, then, tonight's special. We have to celebrate! Leave my bra on. Panties?"



"Huh? Oh! Yes!"



"Shirt?"



"Oh, God. Yes."



"Mmmm. Make me a buxom titaness."



***********



After we made the floor acceptably clean, cleared the cobwebs from the ceiling. and reassured ourselves that the vermin were afraid of us enough to stay clear, we set to getting ourselves back in the mood. It didn't take long.



"How about decameters?"



"Ten meters per second?!"



"Oh. No. I meant decimeters, I think?"



"Still. Let's set a general rule that I get to cum before I'm visible from space."



"Two inches per second?"



"Hmm! I've never tried multiples. Let's see if it works."



I was sitting cross-legged on the ground. She lunged at me from a similar position and stuffed my face in her still-covered cleavage. "You should get my pants off before you pass out. Yours, too."



I ripped my pants off as quickly as I could, then hers. She said "two inches," then pulled her panties aside and lowered herself onto my erection. I started to thrust. She stopped me. "Wait, see if it works." She pulled my shirt off over my head. I could already hear the cloth of her bra starting to stretch. Her shirt was tautening across the widest swell of her breasts. And as I held them, her hips ballooned. I thrust again, involuntarily. "Wait, lover. Look at me."



I watched her face rising towards mine. Her panties were stretching paper-thin; the elastic waistband snapped audibly. Her t-shirt rose up her arms and waist as faint tearing sounds came from the fabric around her bra hooks. She kissed me quickly on the mouth as hers rose past.



"Oh, that's my favorite. Listen. If at any time you want to stop, or you're scared, say so."



I nodded, then grabbed her right breast and squeezed with both hands. I could feel her bra cup riding up her chest as more and more breast pressed out the bottom. Her shirt started to tear in the back across the shoulders and her panties split down the middle in the back. I pulled both the rest of the way off.



"Cheater!"



I shrugged. "I want to see the bra go."



She smiled and started riding me. As she slid up and down my shaft, she thrust her chest, now even with my head, towards my face. The bra snapped open at the back with an abrupt rip. I heard the hooks clatter on the cabin window. "Aww, the shoulder straps didn't go." She sat up straight. I drew my fingernails down her thigh and started fingering her clit. She moaned as she grabbed each shoulder strap and pulled, snapping the bra in two. "Ah, that felt good. That one had it coming." I bucked my hips up into her and rested my hands on her thighs.



Her knees were at, and higher than, my chest. They quickly started pressing into my elbows, then shoulders. Sheila looked down at me. Her head was already bent and pressed against theceiling. She leaned down, lifted me up, and positioned me gently between her thighs as they grew past my head. I kept thrusting, running my outstretched hands over her inner thighs. Her legs dwarfed me. They were thicker around than my body, and still surging out in all directions. I looked up, but could no longer see her face past her gargantuan breasts. Soon I heard the ceilingcreak against her back. She was bent over nearly double. Her breasts started to press down on the ground above my head. I was encased in Sheila's warm, soft flesh. If she had straightened out her legs now, her gigantic ass would have burst through the cabin's roof.



I sat up and started rubbing her clit with my full palm, pulling aside her labia with the other hand. She shouted in pleasure above me and thrashed involuntarily. A portion of the ceiling by her shoulder burst open. Dust rained down. "Stop, stop!" I stopped and pulled out.



"What's wrong?"



"My back and ass are doing all the demolition work. Just look!" I army-crawled under her enormous vagina. I wondered if I could fit inside. Her ass had punched through the interior wall of the cabin, exposing the bedroom. "Stan, sweetie?" I crawled back through her legs. She had parted her cleavage and was looking at me with a saucer-sized eye. "There you are. Want to see my boobs explode out of the roof?"



I couldn't help it. I came just at the thought. "Ah, God damn it. Sheila, I'm sorry. Whoa!"



Her left hand swept up behind me, pulling me into her breast. "Hold on." I did. With my arms outstretched, I hugged a fraction of the underside of her massive breast. Sheila rolled over, thrusting her leg partway into the bedroom and demolishing the bed in the process. More dust fell from the now-torn ceiling. "Don't worry, Stan. No offense, but I couldn't feel much apart from the growth once my shoulders hit the ceiling. Hey, look at that! They ARE taller than you. Here." She parted her breasts, forming a seven-foot-high valley of undulating flesh. Her breasts carved feet-wide divots in the plaster ceiling as they moved. I walked up towards her face. When I cleared her breasts, she grabbed me around the waist with her right hand and lifted me to her eyes.



"Did you know that while I was in high school, the boys called me "WB" for "wrecking balls?" By then, I was already an J-cup. They never knew I knew. Or that I loved it. But none of them approached me. I think they were afraid, I was so big. And I just kept growing, and growing..." My penis started to harden again. "Bigger every month. Bigger every day. Sometimes I thought I could feel them growing against my bra, rasping pleasantly against my nipples. Bigger, rounder, heavier." My penis stood at half-mast. Sheila grinned. "Would you like a tornado-force blowjob?"



"Uhhhhhnnnnh."



She lowered me towards her mouth and flicked my penis with the tip of her gigantic tongue. I felt a pleasant electricity throughout my body. I grew fully erect in seconds. Then she laid me across her mouth, pursed her lips, and sucked gently. The tip of her tongue played across my glans as she lifted me slowly at first, then faster, up and down. I surged harder than I've ever been and writhed in ecstasy.



"Stop! Too much!"



She frowned playfully, lips pushing down on my thighs like rosy pythons, and lifted me up. We were both shocked at what we saw. In the five seconds she had sucked me off, I had grown a rock-hard, 12-inch-long cock. She held me in her left hand and grabbed it gently with her right thumb and forefinger. "Look at that." She giggled, then patted it with the tip of her much larger forefinger. "We'll have fun with you later." When she let go, I grabbed it with both hands to make sure it was real.



"Dear God. I'm never going to sleep again."



"Oh, now, I thought you were rightfully secure in the size of your dick."



"Have you titty-fucked you?"



"Point taken. Ok, little big man, decision time, 'cause my legs are starting to cramp up. Fuck me till I bring the cabin down, or go from outside and fuck my brains out after watching it crumble around my humongous tits."



This was the first truly hard choice of our relationship. To this day, I'm not sure I made the right call. Not that I'm not happy with the indelible memory.



"Outside."



"Humm. Good choice. Find cover, ok? You have to the count of ten." She shimmied to her side, punching another sofa-sized hole in the ceiling with her shoulder. She put me down by the door, rolled again onto her back, and closed her eyes. "Run, gigantodick."



I ran as she counted from one to ten. When I reached a five-and-half-foot-high woodpile, I ducked in behind it just as she shouted "Nine! Ten yards!"



The wall of the cabin opposite me apparently exploded into bits as her feet slammed into them. The next day, we found the trunks of some trees had been blasted apart by flying debris. I say "apparently exploded," because I didn't see that part. What I saw was the entire cabin bow outward, windows filled with Sheila's pale pink flesh, and then a fountain of roofing. The cabin blew apart around her titanic breasts. She screamed in orgasm as her heels dug furrows to the trees bordering her property. Her hips spread, majestic, till they covered the cabin's foundation. All the while she arched her back and cupped her boobs, writing on the ground. As she sighed and dropped her massive ass back to earth, the ground shook. A chunk of shingles landed behind me. I yelped.



She looked over, smiled, and started to stand. "There's my lover. Come say hello to your buxom titaness." Sheila stood, slowly, to her full height. Her breasts were each bigger than the cabin. They stuck out nearly as far from her chest as she had been tall when she gave me my giant cock. She had to be nearly 100 feet tall! "Titaness" didn't do her justice. I stumbled towards her. She bent down. I could feel the wind rushing at me as her breasts swung towards me like twin freight trains. She caught them before they knocked me flying. "Mind of their own sometimes." She laid her palm down next to me. I stepped on to it. She lifted me up to her billboard-sized face.



"That was unbelievable!"



"Same for me. And oddly gratifying! I didn't pull my fingers out soon enough, though. Sorry. I'm too big for us to have sex again. Even if you climbed inside..."



I stood there silent for a few moments, disappointed. Then a truly insane lightbulb went off in my head. "I'm not usually into this, but, you could put me in your mouth."



"Your brain wouldn't get nearly the blood it needs with that big a penis."



"I mean all of me."



She stared at me, then brought me in close to her gigantic eyes. "Like a lozenge?"



"Yes, with less sucking. And no swallowing, at all, ever."



"You'd still be too tiny for us to..."



"You could use all of me."



"...making you a human dildo lozenge."



I paused. "Uhh...yes?"



She shrugged. "Clever boy! One foot." With that, she popped me in her mouth. I don't remember how many harrowing seconds I was inside, but I know I emerged the largest man ever to walk the Earth and still just a middling dildo to my new fiancee. She pulled me out, smirked mischeviously, said "one...foot!" and sucked on my penis for a brief second. It now stuck out obscenely from my crotch, gigantic even on my enlarged frame. Sheila put me down in the wreckage of the cabin and laid down on her back. The ground shook. She spread her massive thighs, knees still high above me, and wiggled her ass. I strode forward. She said "inches" with a shrug as I stuck my leg inside her gigantic vagina. She grabbed me gently with her right hand, then had her surprisingly tender, decidedly wet way with me. We both came again in short order. She ended up over 100 feet tall. When we were done, she sat me on top of one of her breasts and peered down at me.



"Still want to marry me?"



"More than ever."



"Good, then. You can start running errands for me. Can you find the Ambien? You should probably take one, too."



"Just one? At my size?"



"That's all I'm going to take. It's powerful stuff."



Two minutes later, she was muttering about Snausages again. I'm don't think I sleep-talked at all, but the next day's news featured campers' eyewitness reports of a giant, enormously endowed Sasquatch.



We both woke up, normal-sized, in the clearing where her cabin had been. We drove back to her place and made plans for the coming weekend. Before we parted ways and returned to our workaday lives, though, she made me an unbelievable offer.



"Stan, I love you. This weekend was a dream come true for me. So I wanted to say two things. First, I know we both got caught up in the moment. You proposed, I said yes, I ended up twenty times my usual height, I gave you a cock that would frighten a female blue whale. If you want time to really think about that offer, I'm willing to say now that when the day comes and you ask for real, I'll say yes."



"I really appreciate that, Sheila. I would like to give it some more thought."



Her eyes misted up. "Okay, yeah."



"Done. Will you marry me?"



"Asshole. Yes! Wait, again, again. Can't curse in front of the little ones."



"Will you..."



"Fuck it, yes!"



We kissed deeply. "Um, what's the second thing?"



She fidgeted for a second in my arms. Her breasts wiggled pleasantly against me. "Well, um, I don't mean anything by this. I love you the way you are, whether you're towering over me or could use my boobs as a mattress."



"Or house."



"Or house. But, when I saw you look at your penis when...it was, you know, um..."



"Big. You can say it was big then and is just average now. I'm really not insecure."



Sheila sighed. "Perfect man. Okay, then. You looked amazed and thrilled. If you want, I could suck you off till you're as big as you want. Then you could take a quick nap and--"



"--be that big permanently. How big are you ok with?"



"Lover, if you want, I'll make you so big the head alone is twice as large as my breasts were last night. I'd still be able to be a perfect fit for you. Or make you feel gigantic with my tiny hands. Or fit you and your submarine-sized penis between my breasts like a doll. So whatever you want."



I thought about the offer for a few seconds. All my life, wanting a tall woman so I could feel the thrill of feeling small next to her, inside her. And yet, that night, I had felt so powerful. Massive. Peerless. Now I could have both. "Can you suck me off till I cum or don't fit in your mouth anymore? Inch per second?"



Sheila trembled with delight. She sent me upstairs to the bedroom with instructions to strip naked. She said she'd join me after a quick bathroom break. I flopped down on her still-broken bed.



Being so low to the ground only enhanced my shock when she walked into the room standing seven feet tall. "Let's see who gives up first."



I went home that night the owner of the world's largest human penis, excluding, of course, the whole of Mel Gibson. And, because of a small but noisy mishap involving my new equipment, the bathroom door, and a rubber duck, a six-foot-tall fiancee. She was annoyed at first. Then she comforted herself with a new wardrobe -- one that, like her engagement ring, involved a lot of lycra.



*******Epilogue*********



"No. Absolutely not. On the first night?"



"Let me describe this place again. It is a PRIVATE ISLAND. We are surrounded by crystal blue water and nothing else. We are the only people here. You could be 400 feet tall and no one would know. Well, the International Space Station astronauts might. No one else."



"No. That 'yards' thing was the mistake of a young, foolish girl."



"That was two months ago."



"The rigors of wedding planning changed me."



"We eloped. To Vegas. You were eight feet tall for the cerermony. You were twelve feet tall for our room service delivery. And you offered your bosom as a net substitute at Cirque du Soleil. SUCCESSFULLY."



"Stop using my past indiscretions against me."



"I want you to make me feel tiny."



That gave her pause. "Oh, ok, fine. Fine! But if I destroy our honeymoon hut, you're talking our way out of the repair costs. One foot per second." She frowned as I guided her towards the tip of my massive cock.



"Sheila, seriously, relax. There's no one around for miles."



"Yeah, you're---wait!!"



A blast of air drove me into the fine, white sand and leveled our hut. It was suddenly nighttime, then blinding daylight returned. Another rush of air pulled upwards as my wife's thousand-feet-across breasts receded into the sky. The ground shook as she planted her feet -- nearly 300 feet long each -- on either side of our private island. One mile and six feet above me, Sheila's face gazed down at me. I was no more than an insect to her.



"Stan, honey, please find our bags, then the Ambien."



"Wait, how can I even hear you? Shouldn't your voice be at the extreme low end of subsonic at that size?"



"Stan, now's not the time to make the woman you normally make feel normal angry. And don't ask how I can hear you, either! Just find the Ambien."



I found our bags floating a few hundred feet offshore. I dragged them back and called up to her. "Found it! One?"



"Of course. Wait, no. I can see the curvature of the Earth. Two, please."



From on high, my goddess-wife lowered her hands to the island. I put the Ambien on her left thumbnail, and climbed onto her right. She pulled us up as slowly as she could -- still dizzyingly fast. Once she had me at eye level, she paused, then stuck her thumbnails together.



"I'm going to bring you up to my mouth. Toss the Ambien in. Then I'll lower you to my breast and lay down. You can play on them till you think you might disturb me. No nipple play!" She glanced down. "Even if they are hundreds of times your size. Ok, maybe a little, if you really want to. But gentle."



"I'll be careful."



"Better be."



"Promise."



"Make sure I don't drown."



"Will do."



I tossed the Ambien in her unfathomably large mouth, then hung on for dear life as she brought me to her breast and curled up as best she could on her island. Soon she was sleeping peacefully beneath me. I sat on the vast expanse of my wife's now-dwindling breasts and sighed. I was the luckiest, biggest-dicked man in the whole of creation.



The next day, when our food delivery arrived, we notified the resort of the freak windstorm that had leveled our hut and carved the island into the imprint of a gigantic -- but pert and shapely -- ass. In light of that rock-solid explanation (or, maybe, seeing a tall, enormous-busted woman who looked exactly like the impossibly big, enormous-busted goddess who had appeared on the horizon yesterday), the resort employee graciously moved us to another island. It was the perfect vacation, until what we thought was the second-to-last day.



I woke to the sound of screaming. An unusually small man was standing in front of me. I was naked, nearly nine feet tall, and sporting an erection that must have been close to three feet long.



"Shit. Shh, dude, quiet down!"



"Whuzzat?" Sheila rolled over, then sat up. "Aw, fuck." She stood to her new, permanent height of 30'4". Then she looked down at me and the tiny man at my feet. He fell silent in awe. "We miscounted?"



"Yep."



"Aw, fuck me. No plane is going to fit me. How are we getting home?" At her mention of travel, the resort employee broke out of his trance and ran. We watched him speed away on the boat that was meant to take us back to the mainland and an airplane -- one that was probably smaller than my wife.



"Well..."



"What is it?"



"We could walk."



She frowned at me, then knelt down and knocked me over with her breasts. "Absolutely not." She kept frowning, less convincingly, as she squatted over my erection. "Yards." She thrust herself down on me and rode me for a minute, shooting up into the sky. Her breasts cast shade over me and ever more of our island. I hung on for dear life as her feet and legs dug deep trenches into the island. When they grew to meet me, I reached up to stroke her gigantic labia. "Why," she said as she pulled off and brought me to her mouth ("feet"), where she held me till I barely fit, "I'd have to be big enough to stroll through the ocean." She sat me on her breast and smiled down at me as reached down to finger herself. "Ten yards." She shot up another 900 feet, then popped me back in her mouth ("yards") till I barely fit yet again. She pulled me back out and sat me again on her breast. "Clever, twisted boy. I love you. This is hardly a practical solution."



"Sure is fun, though."



She laughed, then shook her head. "Alright then. Well, if we're doing this, let's do it right. Bet you a penis as long as I'm now tall that I can get us home in less than an hour."



"If I lose?"



"Twice as long as I'm now tall. Permanently."



"Can I lose intentionally?"



"Yes."



"I bet you can't."



"One hundred miles."



My eyes widened. "Wait, how will you breathe?!"



She gave an exhasperated sigh as she guided me to her enormous vagina. "Just for that, five hundred miles!" Measure by Measure by Magns555 Tip: To turn text into a link, highlight the text, then click on a page or file from the list above. Printable version