I Couldnt Take My Eyes Off Her, Examining The Potential That Lay Within. Under My Gaze, The Hidden Structures

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, examining the potential that lay within. Under my gaze, the hidden structures in her DNA pivoted, and I saw her untapped. The small scanner I held ran over her body, taking in the already generous curves, and flounting all precedent. I watched the screen seeing her bust expand larger and larger, tripling in size. My mouth dried as I pictured the tank top she was wearing stretch and begin to tear, and I could almost hear the moans ripping from her hungry throat at the pleasure. 

She smiled coyly at my obvious attraction as I moved over to her. As we introduced ourselves and got talking, I began to suspect that this girl would be more than eager to talk about my interest in biology soon enough...

She secretly knows what his cock can do. That’s why she’s been dating him for six weeks, hoping to get a taste. She’d been pretty forward, but he’s resisted until tonight. Now she’s going all out.

She’s already good looking, tall, and slender while curvy where it counts. But you can see it in her eyes. As if that was enough. As if anything could ever be enough. She’s got him on the ropes, she can feel it, and now it’s her turn to hold back a bit, let him chase her hungrily.

He takes the bait, and she cannot resist a coy smile, only just disguising it with a flutter of her eyelashes. It takes all too long for him to suggest getting coffee after.

They’re in the car now, and she’s corralled him to her place. She’s nervous now. She’s been anticipating this moment for so long... He senses it, and smiles, squeezing her hand. She gives him her key and lets him lead her on through her front door.

It’s been six months now, and he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in the last two. She’s always waking, or rather, getting him up so she can take another ride. He couldn’t stop her, even if he tried. She’ll turn him on his back, or lie down and pin his groin to her, pumping him for her desire. Her strong, large hands, still delicate somehow, will grip his buttocks, and drive him into her to the very hilt, and then repeat it, over and over, even as she cries out the whole time, making the whole building shake with her orgasms. Sooner or later, she can always make him come. She’s never out of tricks, roleplays, or new moves. At ten feet tall, she insatiable. 

Now it’s gone so far that he can feel her growing against him, taller, fuller, stronger, and hornier, even as she’s forcing his cock back to life for another round. 

She’ll force him to fuck her tits as they swell around his dick, engulfing more and more of him, and she’ll cry out for him to grab her nipples, thick enough to fit in his palms as he stretches out his arms further to keep ahold, and the whole time she’ll beg him to come for her, to make her grow bigger.

Other times, she’ll bend low and get him up on to a high piece of furniture in their new house, and he’ll plump up her ass, pounding between the cheeks while she challenges him to fuck her harder. 

She’s shown him some great things. Once, she managed to make him ejaculate just by moving her pussy muscles over his dick. Her favourite though, has always sucking him off. That’s what makes her bigger all over, causing her to stretch as she licks up and swallows his jism, enlarging with every load she drinks, much like her appetite. His giantess is so good that she can continue blowing him after he comes and get another load within minutes, though she’s always aiming to break her record.

He has had a secret too, for longer than she’s had hers. He has wanted this.

Some days she’ll want to be seduced. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that his amazon of a girlfriend is still just a lady, albeit an absurdly endowed giant one. They’ll have wine, eat the dinner she cooked, and she’ll listen to his jokes, and they’ll make love. She’ll cry out that she loves him, unable to stop herself admitting that she is as much his slave as he is hers.

All the free drinks you could get at a pool party? What could go wrong? Nothing, as far as Mrs Macauber was concerned. So she’d gone up a couple of cup sizes during the course of the event. Alright, more than a couple, or a few. A lot. But, you know, no good party was without a fun surprise or two (or several)! The sun was hot as she lay in the deck chair. She relaxed, getting better acquainted with her daughter’s friends, some sweet boys from her science class, who all seemed very eager to share a drink with her. She took another sip, and her third replacement bikini let out a creak of protest. A handsome youth topped up her glass almost immediately, smiling. She could swear it was getting better with every taste!

Bigger... Have  to beat my high score. More gaming equals more practice equals better scores equals bigger tits. The international competition in 22 days 6 hours and 13 minutes? No I’m totally relaxed for that, y’know, I guess I’ll take part... Maybe.

This feels incredible. I’ve ripped clean through my bra, and now the straps of my dress are straining too. I can feel the soft cloth growing taut against my enlarging breasts, almost rough to my heightening sensitivity.

The bra has slipped down, and the fabric of my clothes is ripping away too. My boobs are bigger than my head, growing fast and torturing me with pleasure. At last, the hated garment is gone, and my juggs stand proud, quivering to greater proportions as my fingers find nipples. I never want this to end...

That’s the only word she can think, as she spirals out of control. She’s totally lost to the pleasure now, growing for eternity in one unending orgasm. We can only hope that our calculations as to the speed of red shift  are woefully underestimated.