Soo, What Are You More Surprised At?

Soo, what are you more surprised at?

Your tongue is tied as the enormous tits attached to your ex-girlfriend loom in the yellow lamplight. She smiles devilishly, and her eyes follows yours down below her chin.

Hmm... Seeing me? The fact that I’m in your bed naked? Or is it, maybe, these puppies?

You do not hear the clunk of your briefcase connecting with the floor, nor the ominous crunch of the delicate $1000 Mac. Your jaw sags as she slowly rubs a nipple, and you are transfixed as it swells to hardness, even as you follow suit.

I’ve tried to be a good girl, waiting for you all day, while these babies ached and ached for you, but I couldn’t help it... I had to touch them, just a little bit. 

Her touch increases, and her hands begin to ply the soft, rippling flesh in earnest. She inhales, and her chest seems to swell before your very eyes. You take a step forward.

The pills work on their own well enough, but are sooo much better with a... catalyst. And there’s only so much a poor girl can do by herself. 

And you are startled to your senses as her breasts actually begin to push out, splaying her fingers further and further apart as she toys with them. She gasps at the sensitivity, and the low moan she utters fills your mind.

S-s-so biiiiiig!  Ahhhh!

Focus returns to her stare as her back arches, and as she comes down you see her boobs have already made up the distance. She spreads her thighs, and you hear a wanton whisper as her fragrance overtakes you

Help out a growing girl, will you?

Loved the last caption about fmg not enough of that on tumblr I feel

I know right? It doesn’t tend to be my favourite, but there are some instances where one can’t (and frankly doesn’t want to) resist. ;)

I may be little now, Mr Boss, but don’t you underestimate me. One day, real soon, I’ll be among the corporate giants, you’ll see. With you out of the way, I’ll make this company grow, expanding into and beyond the 21st century. I’ll be so BIG I won’t even notice you as I look down on the street, high above your puny, pathetic hide. When I’m there, an enormous success, then you’ll remember this moment. The moment you turned me down, the moment you crossed me. I’ve got the codes to the lab. I’m going to be fucking huge, and now there’s nothing you or anyone else can do now to stop my coming up.

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.

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