One Thing I Love About Mini-giant Settings Is When, Independently If Humans And Giants Are Two Different

One thing I love about mini-giant settings is when, independently if humans and giants are two different species or if the giants are just ultra-tall humans, you can’t say if someone will be regular or giant sized until their teenage years.

Suddenly, when people get to their first growth spurts, they start growing way too much, or the spurt just doesn’t end, and some of those small lanky children start getting one or two meters taller and tower over their friends while the big bullies just stop at “regular tall”. The big-n-small friend pairs get their roles inverted, the kid everyone though was going to be a giant was actually just the child of two tall parents, people don’t know how to deal with being waist-height on the friends they used to look in the eyes, people now suddenly suck at hide-and-seek, they don’t get why people are separated at PE class (well, they do get it, but they don’t care).

The feeling of outgrowing your old teachers? Man, they look so tiny now!

How’re they gonna talk to their crush without looking all huge and intimidating?

That corner you and your friend used to stay during breaks? There’s no way you can fit your 10 feet tall ass in there anymore.

And now you get why the corridors and doorways for the grownups are so huge.

And you can relate with that one person that had their growth spurt too early and had to craw in and out of the classroom.

But seriously, does Mrs Morgan have to talk so much about not picking up people? Like, come on, that’s common sense.

Screw it, I will pick up/be picked up by my best friend. Just you wait.

And there will be that one knucklehead who’ll pick someone unwillingly and get their ass suspended.

You heard that happens every year. Maybe that’s why Mrs Morgan is always so fucking done?

Also, if you’re close to a (now) big friend, perhaps they’ll let you have their old wardrobe now?

Alternatively, if you’re the (now) big friend, say goodbye to your favorite clothes and to the ones that come after then and so forth for like, 7 clothing generations.

Someone won’t just give up their old clothes and push their elasticity to the limits.

And will look like a packed baloney for that.

Getting used to obscene amounts of “look how big you are!”

Getting some help carrying all those books.

Alternatively, carrying everyone’s books because they so small and light for you.

Getting used to being larger than almost everyone you see and then seeing someone bigger than you going all “…but how??”

Alternatively, very slowly getting used to people being so big and suddenly you see someone who’s very tall for a giant and going “OH SHIT THEY’RE GINORMOUS”.

JUST PEOPLE LEARNING TO BE TOL/SMOL

In for a penny, in for a pound... or several, I thought, choosing a filter for the photo. My boobs were magnificent now, stupendous. As I tousled my hair for a second shot, draping a curling lock towards my valley of cleavage, I felt myself getting hot just looking at my screen.

With these huge tits, a new dress, and a ticket to the new club, along with a bottle still three quarters filled with the serum, I was ready for the boys to notice me. I adjusted the hem, even as it rode a little bit further up an ample thigh. I chuckled to myself. Maybe I should have waited till I stopped growing to buy this, I pondered. Another few inches of cleavage forced the fabric to tighten further. Yeah, right. I smiled, and took another snap.

Amy was always evasive with Jack when he asked why she insisted on fucking with a bra. She would mutter something about it feeling better, but that was only part of it. It was a good thing she was well endowed, otherwise he might notice that he wasn’t the only one staring at her juggs during sex. 

Tonight, as she rode him, she felt the heft of their enormity shove against the constraints of the bra, which she had tightened to obscenity while in the bathroom. She felt herself fill with his hard cock, and pushed harder, eager for pleasure.

Amy looked down, and was almost caught in the chin by her bouncing titties. She bathed in the sensation of tightness as the bra tugged to constrain her enormous boobs, undulating with each thrust. She was determined to break it today.

She visualised it, imagining the straps feeling tighter and tighter, and more flesh riding up over the top, desperate to be freed from the undersized underwear. She fantasised about her breasts swelling within their prison, growing bigger and bigger every time she plunged down again on to Jack’s cock, filling the huge bra beyond its capacity and bursting out. She moaned, thinking of them burgeoning forth, continuing to grow faster and faster, past her ribs, down to her waist, bigger, rounder, and wider, her nipples beginning to brush Jack’s hard chest, growing until he could suck on them, even as she would keep riding him, feeling his cock pulse harder and harder inside her. She picture his mouth filling, unable to contain gigantic nipples spilling out, over him across the bed, growing and growing, even as he began to come...

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I’ll never be big enough, and luckily my darling thinks so too. 

I can’t wait for him to get home again from work. I’ve been choosing an outfit, doing my makeup, cooking us a dinner, and choosing the perfect music. 

When my husband, the greatest thing that ever happened to me, gets home, I’ll remind him, like I do every day, how much I love him, and we’ll share our dream together. I can hardly wait to feel his cock explode between these tits and they start to swell... 

“Oh no! Found out at last!”