"i really shouldn't…"

[Someguy410]

Chapter 1

I’d gotten used to the desk next to me being empty. I never loved sharing my office in the first place, my mess tended to spread to the other desk, and being close to 6’4”, I like my space. So I was annoyed when I was told to clean off the other desk, as one of the three new hires would be taking it.

The moment she walked into the office, my annoyance vanished. Her name was Taylor, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. Long dark hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a stunning smile. Her body was killer, her short skirt revealing extremely long, shapely legs, and a perfect ass. Her modest top did little to hide her big, perky breasts. She must have been close to 5’10” in her flats, towering over our office manager Julia as she showed the new employee around.

I’m sure she knew the effect she had on me, as she surely did on men everywhere she went. (I’m a good looking guy, in good shape, and I’ve been known to have that effect on women.) But she didn’t let on at all. She was charming, smart, unassuming, and absolutely delightful. I spent the day showing her the ins and outs of the office, admiring her gorgeous face and taking every opportunity to get an eyeful of her amazing legs and very full blouse. I don’t think my penis was less than semi-erect the entire day.

My girlfriend Lizzie and I had been drifting apart for months now, but I was so turned on by Taylor that I pushed for sex that night and she went along. I pictured Taylor the entire time, but was sure to tend to Lizzie’s needs. It was animalistic, but the passion was long gone, and Lizzie seemed distant. I woke up before her in the morning and imagined Taylor there instead of her. Lizzie was petite and flat, Taylor was statuesque and voluptuous. I was fully erect just thinking about her, and stroked my hard dick in a reverie for several minutes before I realized Lizzie had woken up and was staring at me. When she told me it was over, I pretended to be upset.

If anything, Taylor looked even more strikingly beautiful the second day. Her dress was very work-appropriate, but her body was no friend to modesty. That she was so effortlessly sensual made her even sexier. I would have asked her to dinner right then, but our new HR handbook made that extremely problematic. So for the moment, I was just content to be in the presence of the sexiest girl I’d ever seen.

Three days later, an opportunity presented itself. Taylor was on her cell phone, annoyed. “What do you mean you can’t make it?” she demanded. “You’re really going to bail on me the day before the movers come?” It went on from there, but when she hung up, she was not happy.

“Boyfriend?” I asked, hoping for a no.

“My brother’s ex-boyfriend,” she explained. “But one of the only people I know here.”

“You know me,” I offered.

“I couldn’t ask you to—“

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

She smiled. Wow. “It’s just that the movers have everything I own in the world. You have to watch these guys so carefully.”

“I’ll watch them,” I promised. “Plus, if you have any heavy boxes…” I continued, immediately hating myself for saying something so cheesy and condescending. But she didn’t seem to mind.

“I can’t thank you enough,” she said sweetly.

It was a good thing I was there. The movers turned out to be shady, predictably. With her couch and a half-dozen boxes still in their truck, the lead guy demanded twice the agreed-upon price. Taylor (looking almost impossibly hot in shorts and a snug t-shirt) would have none of it, but the guy was probably 6’2” and used every inch of his height advantage to intimidate her. Once I realized what was going on (I’d been moving boxes around myself), I knew I had to step in. I stood up to my full height and got in the guy’s face. Then I told him to step aside if he knew what was good for him and I took the remaining boxes out of the truck, then slid her couch out on one of their dollies. Taylor could not have been more relieved.

Two hours later, we were both sweaty and exhausted as we moved her stuff around her apartment. “You really don’t have to do all this,” she told me.

“I’m happy to,” I assured her. I was especially happy to because her t-shirt was clinging to her with sweat, her hair falling sexily over her eyes.

“Let me get you a cold drink, at least,” she said, grabbing a couple of sodas from her fridge.

“That, I will take,” I said.

She came close to me and handed me a can. We were both sweaty, breathing heavily. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here,” she said.

“I’m so glad I could help.”

“Lucky me,” she said.

She stepped even closer to me. The desire in the room was palpable. We each took a step toward each other, her firm, round breasts now mashing into me. “Lucky us,” I belatedly replied.

I leaned down and our lips met. We were both consumed with lust. Before I knew it, our tongues were probing each others mouths, our hands exploring the others bodies. I’d never experienced a passion so immediate, or so hot. I fondled her fantastic breasts through her shirt. She reached into my pants.

“Wow,” she murmured in approval, briefly removing her lips from mine. “You’re so well-endowed.”

“Oh?” I asked, modestly.

“Don’t tell me no other girl has told you that before.”

The truth is, they all had. But male ego being what it is, I never got tired of hearing it.

We made our way through stacks of boxes until we got to her bed. “Sheets!” she gasped, keeping one hand on my swelling dick and looking through boxes wth her other. She yanked out some sheets, which she threw onto the naked mattress. “No time for fitted bullshit,” she added.

She pulled her top up over her head, revealing her huge breasts in a lacy bra. “I’m on the pill,” she said. “That huge manhood of yours doesn’t come with any STDs, does it?”

“I promise,” I replied, pulling off my own shirt.

“Thank god,” she gasped, desperate for sex. She pulled down my pants to see my raging erection in all its glory. “Wow,” she said, practically drooling at its size. “I can’t believe I’ve been sharing my office with this all week.”

“I knew about these,” I replied, lowering the straps on her over-taxed bra.

“They make themselves known,” she said with a grin. She unhooked her bra, revealing breasts so big and beautiful they were the stuff of fantasy — round, high, with small pink nipples that pointed up at me. I leaned forward and gently licked them, sending shivers down Taylor’s long body.

 

[Someguy410]

Yes, my penis is big — okay, it’s huge — but there’s a myth you see on the internet where oversized male genitalia magically delivers shattering orgasms simply by virtue of its size. I’m sad to report it doesn’t really work that way. Yes, most girls are excited when they see how big I am, but I work very hard to get a girl ready to take me, and even then, a lot of girls just won’t. But when, with enough foreplay, my sexual partners let me in, I show them how much size, used properly, does indeed matter.

But Taylor had been on fire even before she got a glance at what was in my pants, and my foreplay seemed to be driving her completely over the edge. She was trying to keep up, running her long fingers up and down my shaft. We were starving for each other, our skin electric as our limbs intertwined, our bodies desperate to consume each other. I’d never felt desire this potent before, a yearning so overwhelming.

Taylor looked into my eyes, sweat beading on her forehead. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “I need it now.”

She lay back on the bed, and I guided my engorged erection into her. She shivered with pleasure as I entered her. “Are you real, or am I dreaming?” she asked. “Because this is the best sex dream ever.”

“Shhh,” I told her. “You don’t want to wake up.”

“Oh, I am not quiet,” she shot back with a smirk.

And she wasn’t kidding. As I slid my rod further into her, she responded by yelling out “Yes!” The “Yes” got louder with each inch, and I have a lot of inches. Of course, it’s not just a matter of getting in. I slid my fat member back and forth, gyrating within her, my considerable girth providing the friction to drive her crazy.

“Oh-my-god!” she shouted as a wave of pleasure contorted her face into a wide grin. She shook her head to sweep her long, gorgeous hair out of her eyes. I’d never seen a girl so beautiful. As her first orgasm built up inside her, she opened her eyes and stared into mine, her mouth forming into a wide “o” curled up into a smile.

She convulsed in ecstasy as I continued to thrust inside her. With a tool my size, I have to be careful not to go too far in, because I’ve made that mistake before and the pain ruins everything. But I want to get as deep as I can inside her, and with Taylor, I went as far as I ever had. A minute later, she climaxed a second time, this time with her eyes closed, her fingers digging into my back.

She gasped for air. “Oh my god!” she said between breaths. “I’ve never had two at once!”

“Let’s go for three,” I replied.

“Thank you sir, may I have another?” she said with a grin.

I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobes while she took her great breasts in her hands and fondled her own nipples. With each thrust, my erection felt fuller, more powerful, and more ready to burst. Finally, as she started to shake with what felt like her biggest orgasm yet, I could hold back no longer. I absolutely erupted inside her, shooting burst after burst, until my balls were completely spent.

As I lay down next to her, in happy exhaustion, she turned to me and smiled a gorgeous smile. “Pretty sure the HR manual forbids that. Good thing I haven’t read it yet.”

As we fell asleep in each others’ arms, pulling the one sheet over us, I couldn’t believe my luck. The sexiest girl I’d ever laid eyes on waltzed into my office on Monday, and by Saturday I was sleeping with her. Life was good.

 

[guypak]

great start! keep it up!

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 2

“I don’t want to face these boxes,” Taylor complained playfully when we woke up.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“You know what I want to do,” she teased.

“That was pretty good last night.”

“Pretty good?! My god! It was was unbelievable! I never knew it could be that amazing. You were incredible.”

“Me? How about you?”

She made a slightly guilty face. “I was so horny. You made me so hot. And that was before you took your clothes off.”

“And then…”

She climbed on top of me, gently kissing my chest and rubbing her breasts against my skin. “And then it just got better and better.”

Immediately, my penis responded by growing, bigger and bigger, until it reached its full size. Taylor felt it against her and smiled as she lay down on the other side of me. She wrapped her fingers around my swollen erection.

“And this guy,” she said, smiling. “What did you feed it to make it grow so big?”

I laughed. She ran her fingertips around its swollen head and down my long shaft. It was covered in the dried residue of her considerable juices from the night before. “Do your friends know about this? Their poor little egos.”

As her fingers reached the bottom of my shaft, she noticed something. The last couple of inches had no residue. She frowned. “Were you not all the way in me last night?”

“Trust me,” I told her. “I went as far as I possibly could.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed in mock-sadness. “These poor last two inches of your penis! They never got to go inside!”

She fondled just the clean area of my dick. It felt great. “They like the extra TLC, though,” I said.

“You seriously can’t get all the way inside me? You’re sure?”

“I got further than I usually do. You’re quite tall.”

She smiled. “I am quite tall.” Then she lifted her breasts. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am very big in the boob department.”

“I thought that might be true,” I teased.

“Well,” she purred, “I have big parts, and you have big parts. If you know what I mean.” And with that, she engulfed my stiff boner in her cleavage. “Look at that!” she exclaimed. “I got every last inch!”

I’d never gotten a tit job like this before, and it felt incredible. Taylor’s breasts were soft but firm, and there was just so much of them. She smiled. “I can tell you like this.”

And then her phone rang. Taylor frowned. “Oh shit. That’s my brother’s ring.”

“I vote you call him back in an hour.”

“He said he was going to stop by and see the place on his way back from New Jersey,” she said, pulling her gigantic tits off my rock-hard erection. She grabbed her phone. “Hey Danny! Yeah, how far are you?” She frowned at me, playfully. “Okay, see you in five minutes.”

She put her phone down and turned to me. “Sorry. To be continued.” She lifted her big boobs into the cups of her bra and grabbed a shirt from a box. She turned back to me and laughed at the sight of me naked, my raging hard-on sticking straight out. “You’d better get that thing down before Danny gets here, or he’s going to try to get you to switch teams.”

“How am i supposed to do that after what you just did?” I teased (though I seriously wondered).

“I don’t know,” she said, hiking up her skirt. “But don’t jerk off. I want you ready the second he leaves.”

She threw my clothes at me and sent me into the bathroom. I shut the door and caught a glance of myself in the mirror. “Holy hell,” I thought to myself, “That thing is ridiculously big.” And to be honest, seeing my own size didn’t exactly help me get soft.

As I put my shirt on, I could hear Taylor let her brother in. “Not bad, little sis,” he said as she showed him the small apartment.

I pulled up my pants, my dick still refusing to shrink. So I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed some freezing water on it. Slowly, that worked. But I guess Taylor’s brother heard the sound. “Somebody here?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” Taylor said. “A friend from work. He’s helping me with the boxes.”

“He?” Danny asked.

Finally, I was able to shove my dick into my pants and I came out of the bathroom. Danny looked me up and down. “Not bad, little sis,” he said again.

“Danny…” she said, shaking her head.

What struck me immediately was that Taylor towered over her brother. Even barefoot, she was a good three inches taller than him. That was not what I was expecting. “Well, I’ll leave you two to whatever it is you were doing,” he said, smiling.

“Danny!” Taylor objected. But she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and to my great relief, he left.

Taylor walked over to me, pushed her breasts up against me, and smiled. “Now where were we?”

I kissed her, then started to pull her shirt up off her. “You’re so much taller than your brother,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said as she unhooked her bra. “I come from a short family, actually. And I’m kind of a freak of nature.” She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingers down to my pants. She smiled up at me. “And I feel like getting freaky.”

She pushed me down to her mattress and pulled my pants off me. My penis responded by springing back up, fully erect. She slid her panties off and climbed onto the mattress with me. “This time, I’m on top. I want to give every last inch of you a treat.”

And with that, she lowered herself down on my very eager erection. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “It feels so amazing. I’m never going to get around to unpacking this apartment with your big, fat, hard manhood in here with me.” She continued to swallow up more and more of me inside her as she slowly gyrated on top of me.

“You like it?” I asked, reaching up to fondle her erect nipples.

“I like you,” she smiled. “A lot. Do you like me?”

“I like you more,” I assured her.

She grinned. “I like that answer.”

By now, my cock was most of the way inside her, but still those last couple of inches were not. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Am I close?”

“Sorry,” I said. “Still where we were last night.”

“Oh my god, you’re too much man for me!”

“Do you feel good?” I asked.

“Beyond,” she answered.

“Then that’s just where I want to be.” I reached up and around her head and pulled her down to kiss me, our hips rotating in sync. She removed her lips from mine and looked into my eyes.

“Has any girl been able to…?”

“No,” I assured her.

“Good,” she said. “Because I don’t want any competition.”

And with that, she tilted her head down and planted her lips on mine, her tongue probing my mouth. I thrust slowly inside her, our bodies pressed against each other. She didn’t need to worry — she had no competition. She was gorgeous, smart, tall, funny, sensual, with an absolutely killer body. And she loved having me inside her. Last night, we fucked each other’s brains out. This morning, we were making love. I have no idea how long we lay there, exploring each other’s bodies, lost in sensuality beyond our wildest dreams, before we finally came together. As my dick throbbed deep inside her, she smiled as pleasure washed over her. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she was mine.

 

[durning]

she loves what his cock does to her pleasure zones. the writer describes it for what it is. thick deep cocks do something spiritual to a fine together woman like taylor. other less absorbed women would miss the charm of what a huge cockhead can accomplish. worthwhile writing. seamy. wet inducer sticky rewards. live them for they go their way with the changing skies.

 

[durning]

she loves what his cock does to her pleasure zones. the writer describes it for what it is. thick deep cocks do something spiritual to a fine together woman like taylor. other less absorbed women would miss the charm of what a huge cockhead can accomplish. worthwhile writing. seamy. wet inducer sticky rewards. live them for they go their way with the changing skies.

 

[inozzyflames]

HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter Three

Despite our carnal instincts, we actually did get dressed and start to organize Taylor’s place. Which is not to say that we didn’t spend a lot of the time flirting — she’d brush her boobs up against me, or playfully grab my crotch, while I’d come in behind her and kiss her neck while cupping her breasts.

For lunch, we ordered a pizza. I was starving, but Taylor ate only one slice. I encouraged her to eat some more. “We’ve been very busy, and I want you to have some energy later.”

She smiled. “I really shouldn’t,” she said.

“What are you worried about?” I asked. “You’ve got an amazing body. One slice of pizza isn’t going to change that.”

And so she grabbed a second slice. A gob of tomato sauce fell off and landed on her shirt. She rolled her eyes. “That happens all the time. Somehow, nothing that gets past my mouth goes all the way to the floor.”

“Let me clean that for you,” I said, dabbing at her big boob with a paper towel. She liked it.

“I think you’d better just take my shirt off,” she instructed. And so I did. And once again, we were pressed up against each other, our tongues intertwined. She could feel my boner forming in my pants.

“When did you first realize you were huge?” she asked between kisses.

“A girl told me,” I explained. “I didn’t believe her, so she went and got her mom’s ‘porn star’ dildo and held it up next to me. And my erection made it look so puny.”

“Bet that made your day,” she said.

“And every day since,” I replied. “And you? Being so big up top…?”

“I was actually a very late bloomer,” she said. “But when they grew… look out!”

And so we had sex on the couch. And a couple of hours later, in her bed. By now, my clothes were getting pretty rank, so we went back to my place so I could change. And then we had sex there. This girl was like crack to me, and clearly the feeling was mutual. I’d never had so much sex in so short a time.

And the next morning, Taylor nudged me awake at 6am. “It’s kind of early, isn’t it?” I asked.

“If I’m going to sit in that office next to you all day and not be able to touch you, I need to get my fix this morning,” she explained, a mischievous smile on her face. And so we fucked, fell asleep in each other’s arms for another hour, then fucked again in the shower.

At work, we kept things professional. We would leave separately, and then meet up at my apartment or hers and get naked. “What is it about you?” she asked, grabbing my head and kissing me. “I just can’t stop.”

It was not just sex. She was also absolutely charming, and very smart, and funny. She shared my taste in music, but not my taste in clothes. (She quickly took care of that.) And she was decidedly no-bullshit. When I got upset about the way a particularly obnoxious client was treating me, she smiled at me and said “If he wants to make this a dick-measuring contest, remember which one of you dwarfs the ‘porn star’ dildo.”

She continued to eat very little for a girl her size, but as time went on, she would more and more frequently indulge in a frozen yogurt with me, or even cake on my birthday, instead of her stock answer “I really shouldn’t…” When I got her to eat a cheeseburger instead of a green salad, I considered that a major triumph. (And not just because, of course, a gob of ketchup fell on her boob, providing me with an excuse to rub it out. Not that an excuse was needed.)

She kept a lot of her clothes at my place, which was bigger, though when her brother would come around, we’d meet him at her place. He was hilarious, and very protective of his sister, despite being dwarfed by her.

It was nine weeks into our relationship that I noticed her limping a bit at work. She said her shoes were uncomfortable, and when she took them off that night, her feet were rubbed raw at the back of the heel. I knew she’d worn these shoes before — they were one of the pairs she kept at my place — so I was surprised at how small they seemed. A couple of days later, I noticed she spent the day pulling down the hemline of her dress. She had clearly gotten self-conscious about her body, because she went back to her old eating habits, though to me she couldn’t have looked sexier.

Even so, I didn’t think much of it, because the truth was so bizarre, it was outside my thought process. So I also didn’t pay much attention when Taylor brought three brand new pairs of shoes to my place, and new dresses, too. Why would I think about clothes in my closet when I had her, without clothes, in my bed?

You might have thought that, three months in, our sex life would have slowed down. You’d be very wrong. I can’t tell you the number of times we’d bring home take-out, only for it to get cold while we made love for hours. Taylor could not stop fixating on the couple of inches of my penis that she simply couldn’t get inside her, despite my assurances that I could not possibly imagine a more incredible sex life.

It was around this time that I picked up Taylor’s phone while she was blow-drying her hair. She thought maybe it was the friend we were meeting for dinner. But it was the tailor down the street. “Tell her we were able to lengthen all six pairs of pants,” the guy told me. “They’re ready for pick-up.”

I told Taylor her clothes were ready. When she stood up, I noticed something I somehow had not noticed before: Taylor seemed to be taller than she’d been. How could this be?

I thought about it all through dinner. The shoes, the tailor, the new clothes in my closet — it all added up. But since when do girls grow at the age of 24?

When we got home, Taylor wasted no time in pushing me up against the wall and molesting me. We stripped off each other’s clothes — and shoes — as we kissed. As we made out, standing in our bare feet, there seemed no question to me. I’d been a good five and a half inches taller than her. Now, it didn’t seem more than maybe four.

I guess I must have paused to think about that, because Taylor looked into my eyes and said “What’s wrong? My boobies are so big and lonely.” I reached up and started to fondle her nipples. That was more like it. I didn’t understand what was going on, but the idea of Taylor growing even taller really turned me on, and it became one of the most vigorous fucks we’d ever had.

She woke me up in the morning nuzzling my neck. “You were amazing last night,” she purred. “Even more than usual.” I nodded. “What got into you?” she asked. “And can I get it into you every night?”

“Why did you need your pants lengthened?” I asked.

“Oh right, I have to pick those up,” she said, not answering my question. She quickly wrapped her fingers around my soft dick. “There’s my great big friend,” she said cutely. “Time to grow huge!”

And of course, it did. But even as she fondled my growing manhood, I pursued. “And your shoes. Everything’s too small. And honestly, you look taller.”

“All right,” she said with a sigh. “Yes, I grew. An inch, maybe a little more. But it’s done. Now, do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”

With her hand working my rock hard pole, sliding prodigious amounts of pre-come over my swollen head, the answer was obvious. But my mind was reeling. How did she grow so much so quickly, and in her mid-twenties? And how did she know it was done?

When I woke up again, she was in the kitchen making a salad. She smiled at me. “Promise me you won’t freak out, okay?”

I nodded. “I promise.”

She paused for a moment. This was clearly hard for her. “Okay, are you familiar with the concept of indeterminate growth?” I shook my head. “It’s like how plants keep growing,” she explained. “Or your hair. It doesn’t just stop. It keeps growing. Well, there are a few animals where this sort of happens — some fish, some reptiles. They slow down, but they can keep growing.”

“Is this your way of telling me you’re a reptile?” I teased.

She laughed, pleased that I could kid around about it. “When I graduated high school, I was five foot nothing. Maybe not even. I was this little tiny thing, I ate like a bird. But then college, and pizza, and beer, and — well, my freshman five was five inches.”

I was confused. She could tell. “When I eat too much, I don’t gain weight,” she explained. “I gain height. By the time my doctor realized it, I was five nine. Tallest person in my family.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s a genetic anomaly. A mutation. Believe me, I’ve been studied a ton. Since I knew, I’ve been really careful about what I eat. But I kind of let my guard down with you.” She smiled.

“So you went from ‘little tiny thing’ to this in six years?”

“Mostly in less than three. This new inch and a half was a reminder.”

“You must be close to six feet now.”

“Just under.”

“That’s so hot.”

She laughed. “I was worried you were going to think I was a monster!”

“I’m more in awe of you every day,” I told her. “And now I barely have to lean over to kiss you.” I planted my lips on hers, and she sighed, happily.

 

[millionman]

Someguy, This is a very interesting twist in the story. I like where you have moved the characters at this point in the story. I'm curious to see where you want to go from here. A thought on possible considerations since this setting is in a more realistic, seemingly plausible, world try to limit the growth to a reasonable level within the story framework. I've read some stories that start in this way and suddenly the characters are as tall as buildings, and in that respect the story is less enjoyable. I'm not sure if it's how quickly they shift gears or if the plausible reality which was initially set forth is obliterated by such fantastic unrealistic transformations that the characters become lost in those transformations. Just a thought. Looking forward to where you move things from here.

 

[Someguy410]

millionman, I think (and hope) you'll like where this is going. If not, I promise you a complete refund!

And where's it going? Well, the next chapter is coming up in about two minutes…

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 4

As the weeks passed, I started to wonder if the people at work suspected Taylor and I were lovers. She enjoyed making sexy comments to me just out of earshot of the rest of the office. When we looked over a presentation together, she would always be sure to press her great breasts up against me, even in a group. She loved having that power over me.

And then my good friend Doug’s wedding came up. It was across the country, I was a groomsman, and I had to be there Thursday night for the bachelor party. Meaning I had to cut out of work late Wednesday, and wouldn’t be back until midday Monday. Of course I wanted Taylor to join me, but how could she ask for the exact same time off without revealing an office relationship forbidden by HR?

Taylor laughed when I explained the issue. “You really think I’m letting you go away for five days without me?” she scoffed. “Danny’s new boyfriend is a doctor. I’ll have him write up a medical excuse and I’ll just take them as sick days.”

And so we went on our first vacation together. In coach, Taylor’s knees (like mine) were pushing against the seat in front of her. “I haven’t flown since I’ve been this tall,” she said. “It’s annoying.”

“And exciting,” I added. She smiled.

Though the plane was warm, she asked the flight attendant for a blanket. Her need for it became clear when she draped it across both of our laps, then slid her left hand underneath and fondled my fat penis high over Ohio through Colorado.

In the hotel, she wanted a quickie, but the limo was on its way for the bachelor party. “Later,” I promised her as I quickly laced up my shoes.

“Be sure to get a lap dance,” she said, smiling. I looked at her curiously. She sat on my lap, her huge boobs in my face, and explained “I want you to describe the stripper’s face when she feels what’s in your pants growing underneath her.”

The truth is, the strippers were depressing — scrawny and sad, with hard implants that seemed to be bolted onto their ribcages. I watched dutifully, and combatted the sadness and boredom with alcohol. Close to five hours later, I stumbled back into the room, wiped out. Taylor was waiting for me, in bed, wearing an incredibly sexy red teddy that could barely contain her abundant breasts.

“Wow,” I said.

“I had to compete with the strippers,” she said, cutely.

“You’re sexier in a parka than they are naked,” I assured her.

She kissed me, then quickly stripped my clothes off. She reached down to stroke my dick, which hung long between my legs. But nothing happened.

“What is it, baby?” she asked.

“Give me a minute,” I said. “I’ve had more than a bit to drink.”

“Yeah. I felt like I got buzzed just kissing you,” she replied. She brushed her breasts up against me and tried again to get my penis to rise. Nothing.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “I sit here for five hours waiting for hotel sex, getting hornier and hornier, and now you can’t get it up?”

I knew what I had to do. I lowered the straps of her teddy and slowly peeled it off down her body. I lay her back on the bed and spread her legs. Then I kissed her nipples, moving slowly down her flat stomach until I reached her very wet vagina. She moaned with eager anticipation. As I probed her most private area with my tongue, she started to squirm happily on the bed.

“Since when did you add this to your repertoire?” she gasped.

In fact, oral had long been part of my repertoire. My erection is simply too big for a lot of girls, but once we got to the point that they discovered my size, neither of us was ever eager to just pack it up and go home. So if I expected oral from them, or even just a hand job (because sometimes, even mouths aren’t big enough for me), it would hardly be fair for me not to return in kind.

I worked and worked her until Taylor’s long body began to convulse in pleasure. She arched her back as she erupted in climax, screaming “ohmygod!” so loudly I doubt there was anybody on the floor who didn’t hear her.

I woke up at four in the morning with Taylor’s sleeping body wrapped around me. I felt like I’d never had to pee so badly, so I gently extracted myself from her embrace and felt my way through the dark to the hotel room bathroom. I pissed so much and so loudly I worried it would wake Taylor. When I returned, she had draped herself across the bed in such a way that I couldn’t just slide into bed next to her. I think that was on purpose.

“No wonder your great big hose couldn’t perform last night,” she whispered.

“Sorry,” I said.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she reassured me. “Given what’s in your pants, how did your tongue ever get any practice?”

“That thing in my pants is too much for a lot of girls.”

“It’s too much for this girl,” she said, reaching up to gently stroke my hanging cock. This time, it began to grow.

“Nonsense.”

“I know, I make it happy. I just wish I could get every last inch inside me.”

My cock continued to swell in her hands. “Nobody has. And you make it very, very happy.”

“My first boyfriend in college — I thought he was so big, and he came to about here on you.” She wrapped her fingers not even halfway up my stretching shaft. “I’m not kidding. Of course, I was a lot smaller at the time.”

“How about your next boyfriend?” I asked, enjoying the comparisons.

“He was more of a fuckbuddy. And not as big as the first boy.”

“To where?” I asked.

“It’s hard to compare because you’re still growing!”

“I’m almost done,” I assured her. “Then you can tell me who was the biggest.”

And there I stood, my dick sticking straight out and absolutely huge. Taylor giggled. “That would definitely be Tom,” she said. “And he would be…” As she let the word hang, she wrapped her fingers about 90% up my shaft, then teasingly slid them down and down until she was not quite to the two-thirds point. “…Maybe here,” she finished. “And fat. But let me test.”

With that, she opened her lips wide and began to take my penis inside her mouth. It felt amazing. As she caressed my head with her tongue, she hummed as if calculating. She pulled back and smiled up at me. “I didn’t have to open my mouth nearly that much for Tom. So you’re much fatter.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to test some more?” I asked.

“Maybe I’d better,” she said, gently sucking on my cockhead as she tried to get as much in her mouth as she could. She finally came up for air, smiling broadly. She wrapped one hand around my erection as she swung her legs around and started to stand.

“But you know the best thing about your huge penis?” she asked. “It’s that it’s attached to a big, hot, caring, sexy, smart, gorgeous, awesome man, who by the way is incredibly well hung. Did I mention that already?”

She began to kiss me. Then she turned around, climbed onto the bed, and lifted her perfect ass up in the air. “Let’s try doggy again,” she said. “See if you can go deeper.”

It’s not like we hadn’t tried before, but Taylor was determined to do what no girl had ever done — take all of me inside her. But determination was no match for anatomy, and as pleasurable as it was, she simply couldn’t do it.

“I hate that,” she said as she collapsed in bed next to me.

“Which orgasm did you hate the most?” I teased.

“Those, I did not hate,” she said as she drifted off to sleep.

 

[amazzzed2]

Great story!!
I love the cock size comparisons, her talking about how huge his cock is, etc!!

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 5

The next evening for the rehearsal dinner, Taylor decided to show how unfair life was for everybody else. She came out of the bathroom in a little (on her) black dress so sexy, I felt like my dick was going to burst through my pants when I saw her. There was nothing indecent or vulgar about it — she was just jaw-droppingly gorgeous, in a dress that hugged her sleek curves and showed off her incredibly long legs. And for the first time since I’d known her, she wore heels — not very high heels, but high enough that until I put my own shoes on, she was nearly as tall as me. And that absolutely took my breath away.

“Did you see how they all looked at you tonight?” I asked her when we returned.

“I wanted to make you proud,” she said, reaching behind my head and pulling me in for a hot kiss. Her height in those heels was incredible.

“How come girls can dress to show off their assets, but boys have to hide their assets in their pants?” she asked.

“Boys’ assets change size,” I offered.

“Believe me, I get that. But everybody at that dinner was staring at my legs and my ass…”

“You covered up your cleavage.”

“I had to save something for tomorrow, didn’t I? But girls’ boobs are right there, out front. Why don’t guys wear like a dick sock? Can you imagine the looks you would have gotten tonight?”

“I’d need a stretchy sock” I replied, pressing her up against the wall so, as I kissed her, she could feel my cock growing against her leg.

“You might test the limits of elastic, I’ll grant you,” she laughed.

“How many guys at that party tonight are fucking their wives and their girlfriends now picturing you?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s a service I provide for the women of the world,” Taylor joked. And with that, she tore open my shirt and started to molest me. Sex that night was the wildest we’d ever had, and I had to wonder what tomorrow’s dress would bring.

“Are you ready?” she asked the next afternoon from the bathroom.

“Let me see you,” I told her as I clipped on my fake bowtie.

“Okay, but I need your honest opinion,” she said. And then she opened the door, and I think I nearly fainted from the sight. If yesterday’s black dress was an opening salvo, today’s blue dress was a declaration of war against all other women in the world. Who could compete? Her hair fell sexily around her face, her eyes were piercing, her lips full and curled into a seductive smile. She wore heels, again, and her legs looked as long as some women’s whole bodies. And then there was the cleavage — yes, she’d saved it for today – which was tantalizing but not crude, a neckline that confidently said “yes, my breasts are huge” without saying “lookie lookie.”

My opinion was obvious from the huge erection pushing against my tux pants. “Well, I guess you like it,” she smirked. “Do you need a little relief?”

“Or else I’ll be like this all night,” I told her.

“Can’t have that, can we? Come in here,” she said, beckoning me to the bathroom. She stood me in front of the mirror and unzipped my fly. Then she reached in and pulled out my massive hard-on. Then she started to stroke it.

“Do you realize how huge this is?” she asked me as she ran her fingers along my length. “Even in my big hands. What if I was still five foot nothing?”

I turned toward her to fondle her breasts. “Nope,” she said, turning my cock back toward the mirror. “I appreciate the sentiment, but you know how much you shoot. Can’t have any get on this dress.”

She continued to stroke my achingly stiff penis while we both stared at ourselves in the mirror. “Come on, baby, come so big,” Taylor said. “Come like the sex god you are.”

Suddenly, my dick started to throb, and I shot a huge rope of white jizz against the mirror. Then another, and another. They were so full, and so forceful, that some of my warm goo actually splattered back toward us! And naturally, some landed right on Taylor’s dress.

“You bastard!” she announced, half-jokingly.

“You were the one pointing it!” I said defensively, semen still spurting out of my softening cock.

“I didn’t tell you to come that much!” she said, grabbing a washcloth and dabbing the jizz off her dress. “I mean, I guess I kinda did. But you surprised even me.”

She looked up to check herself, and laughed at the amount of my white seed dripping down the mirror. “That must have felt good, baby,” she said. “Okay, stop coming, we have to go.”

“Shouldn’t we clean the mirror?” I asked as I wiped my dripping cock with tissues and shoved it into my pants.

She shook her head. “I want the girls who clean this place to see what my guy can do.”

 

[amazzzed2]

More, please!

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 6

The ceremony was lovely, though I could tell a lot of the guests were watching Taylor as much as they were watching the bride and groom. During the cocktail hour, she looked breathtakingly stunning, the setting sun over the bay bathing her in a halo of yellow light. In her heels (and probably even without them), she looked down on all my college buddies, and her great breasts were face level with most of their girlfriends.

While we were grabbing some shrimp, Taylor leaned in and quietly said to me “You went to school with these guys for four years and you never whipped it out to show them who was boss?”

“That wouldn’t be fair,” I told her.

“Life isn’t fair,” she said.

“There are two women here who know, though.”

“Who?” she asked eagerly.

“The short blond in the pink dress…”

“She could…?”

“Not even close. But she was the first girl to ever…” I felt like I had to be discreet with all the people around. “Well, she lost weight, but she used to have bigger boobs.”

“Got it,” Taylor said with a smile. “And the other?”

“Silver dress, by the bar.”

“She’s cute.”

“My first size queen. Before I even knew there was such a thing. She worshipped my size like nobody else ever had.”

“So what happened?”

“She bragged a little too much. And her friends wanted to know if she was exaggerating. And they were cute. And it was college. And she wasn’t exaggerating. So…”

“That’s why I don’t brag,” she said as she downed her wine. Then she went to the bar and got a margarita.

I’d barely seen Taylor touch alcohol during the time I’d known her, but clearly she was in the mood at the reception. “I’m only just getting a buzz now,” she said on her second margarita. “Either these are watery, or my tolerance is a lot higher at six feet than it was at five.”

On her fourth drink, she was less inhibited than I’d ever seen her in public. We’d never gone out dancing before, but she was out on the dance floor having a blast, her big boobs bouncing in people’s faces, towering above most of the guests in her heels. At dinner, she ate more than I’d ever seen her eat, and when I asked if she was sure she wanted an extra slice of cake, she smiled at me and said “I know what I’m doing.”

When we got back to the room, she pushed me up against the wall and tore off my shirt, my studs falling to the floor. “Wow,” I said. “You want it bad.”

“No,” she replied as she peeled her dress off. “I want it great!”

And it was great, her tongue in my mouth, her hands on my cock, our bodies pressed against each other. “I made a decision tonight,” she told me. “And you’re going to like it.”

“What?” I asked, gasping for breath.

“I’m going to grow,” she said. “I’m going to grow until I’m big enough to take all of your massive manhood inside of me. Every last inch.”

My heart stopped. This was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. And yet I felt like I had to object. “You don’t really want to —“

“I really do,” she assured me. “It’s all I can think about. Being the first and only girl who can totally take your ginormous, throbbing, magnificent penis.”

“But you’ll be —“

“I’ve decided I love being tall. And don’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on, because I know you better than that. Besides, I already had four margaritas, five of those cones of fries, two slices of cake… there’s no stopping me now, baby.”

I don’t know if it was just in my head, but as enormous as my penis was, it felt a little more enormous as we made love that night. And I knew the best was yet to come.

 

[fireman1294]

Holy fuck this is getting good. I'm hard right now and at work so stuck at my desk

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 7

A few weeks later, Taylor walked into our office with a devilish grin on her face. She shut the door, sat down at her desk, and picked up her phone. A second later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from her:

“I shut the door so nobody would hear the thunk as your giant dick springs up into the bottom of your desk.”

“Why would it do that?”​

“Because I have something to tell you.”

“I’m listening. Reading.”​

“I’m taller than Milt.”

“<thunk>”​

“LOL! He kept looking at my feet, to see if I had heels on! So I stood up straight to make it clear who’s boss.”

“He is.”​

“Well yes, technically.”

“You really want to intimidate the boss like that?”​

“Why not? You’re allowed to be taller than him. Why not me?”

I banged my knee into the bottom of my desk, to make the “thunk” sound repeatedly. Taylor smiled. “I knew you’d like that.”

That night we went to a food truck festival downtown. Watching Taylor waiting in the various lines, towering over all of the women and most of the men, it was clear she’d gone past “tall for a girl” to just plain “tall.” And every inch made her more beautiful, more confident, and more dominant. As we walked down the sidewalks with our fish tacos, most eyes were on the tall girl as we passed. It was so obvious, she had to laugh.

“Do you really want to get even taller?” I asked.

She looked up at me and smiled confidently. “You know my goal, big guy,” she said.

“But you’re already getting stares,” I replied.

“I prefer to think of that as awe,” she countered. “Now let’s get some ice cream.”

When we saw Danny that weekend, she absolutely dwarfed him. “You’re not being careful, little sis,” he said as he looked up at her.

“It’s on purpose,” she assured him. Then, with a smile, she pointed at me and mouthed, as if to keep it secret from me, “He’s got a humongous cock.”

“Oh?” Danny asked, intrigued. He teasingly held his hands about seven inches apart.

“Oh, Danny,” she replied through laughter, “not even close. And if I’m going to be a good girlfriend, I’m going to have to be a lot bigger myself. And luckily, I can be.”

Before long, Taylor stood an imposing 6’2”. Which meant she again needed new clothes. And even the tall girls shops didn’t have that much that fit her. The size of her breasts didn’t help. But with some tailoring, she was able to make it work. The tailors were a husband-wife team – he couldn’t have been more than 5’8”, and she was barely five feet – and seeing the two of them pinning clothes to the voluptuous figure towering over them gave me a massive hard-on I didn’t even try to hide.

“Getting closer?” Taylor asked that night as I slid that massive hard-on into her.

“Getting there,” I assured her.

At work, there was no pretending Taylor hadn’t grown four inches in the ten months she’d worked there. She explained that her mother was a late bloomer, too – a complete lie – and while it was certainly hard to believe, our co-workers accepted the explanation because what else could explain it?

And then we got an email simultaneously. It was from Beth from HR. And she needed to see us immediately.

Beth worked on the seventh floor, and I guess she hadn’t seen Taylor in a while because she did a complete double-take when Taylor entered. Beth was quite tall for a woman — probably 5’9” – and seemed to blanch when she realized how Taylor towered over her.

When we sat down, she got right to the point. “Are the two of you in a relationship?”

We both claimed to be just friends. But Beth knew better. Somebody had posted pictures on Facebook of my buddy Doug’s wedding. Taylor and I were tagged in them. Denial was no longer an option.

“Before entering into a relationship between co-workers, our HR manual clearly states that you must sign a mutual consent form agreeing that this relationship will not result in favoritism or bias at work.”

Taylor grinned. “Yeah, well, it kind of happened suddenly. We weren’t planning anything.”

But Beth seemed incapable of understanding that, spouting paragraphs upon paragraphs of legal mumbo jumbo every time we tried to explain that, well, life happens. “Did you even read the HR manual?” she asked.

“Not really,” Taylor answered.

Beth sighed. “There will be internal discussion as to next steps. In the meantime, I need each of you to sign a form absolving the company of liability.” She stood up and went to her filing cabinet to get the forms.

And Taylor had had enough. “You know what? I’m not signing a form.”

“If you want to continue to work here, you will.”

Taylor stood up, smirking at the height advantage she had over Beth. She could tell Beth was intimidated. “I don’t want to work here. Not at a company that doesn’t value what the two of us have.” She stood up straight to make Beth feel even smaller. “Honestly, I think you and your manuals are pathetic.”

Hours later, as Taylor writhed on top of me, she was still smiling about it. “Did you see the look on her face? When I quit? She couldn’t believe it!”

“You liked being taller than her.”

“I fucking loved it. Her with her rules, thinking she can look down on everybody. Well she can’t look down on me.”

And with that memory frozen in her head, Taylor’s mouth formed a wide “o” and screamed out in pleasure. A moment later, I came, too.

“Well, that job served its purpose,” she said as she lay down in my arms. “Can you believe it’s been, what, ten months since we met?”

“And it just took six days before we wound up in bed together.”

“I know. ThInk about it,” she said. “It’s been a little over three hundred days. We haven’t had a single night without having sex. And almost all the mornings, too. And at least three times a day on weekends. Conservatively, that’s fourteen times a week, right?”

“At least.”

“Right. Three hundred days, roughly forty-four weeks. That’s more than six hundred times you’ve been inside me. And soon, it’ll be all the way inside me.”

Given her lack of job and her constant need for a new wardrobe, Taylor decided to give up her apartment and move in with me. As she sorted through old clothes to give to charity, she laughed at how small they looked now. “Less than a year ago my feet fit in these shoes,” she said, holding a way-too-small pump up next to her very large foot. And then she went back to the box, smiling. “And my boobs fit in this bra!” She held it up against her breasts. The cups were wildly insufficient, and the clasps wouldn’t come close to each other in the back.

She glanced down at the bulge forming in my pants. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked, stepping closer to me and putting her lips on mine. I was barely an inch taller than her now. “You like having the amazing colossal girlfriend. For your amazing colossal cock.”

 

[millionman]

I really like this story. There's a playful eroticism to the whole scenario that I'm really enjoying. Excellent read so far.

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 8

A new employee named Kim took over Taylor’s desk at work. “Should I be jealous?” she asked. She had nothing to worry about, of course. Kim was short and mousy, and had about as much personality as a sock. Still, Taylor couldn’t resist surprising me in the office for lunch a few days later and “accidentally” brushing a breast as big as Kim’s head against her face. Taylor could be a bully when she wanted to be. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me hard.

Taylor had a couple of interviews, but didn’t get the jobs. “You can see from the looks on these women’s faces the moment I walk in that I’m not getting it,” she said. “I’m a foot taller than them and three cup sizes bigger than them. I guess that’s hard for them to wrap their little heads around.”

And so Taylor would get bored while I was at work. And she’d entertain herself by sending me sexy messages. “Bra shopping,” she texted me, along with a selfie from a changing room showing her stuffed into a huge bra that was still not quite big enough for her. “Little flat girl looking everywhere to see if they’ve got one big enough for me. Poor thing.”

Ten minutes later, she texted a pic of herself sucking on her own nipple. “Wish this was you” was the caption. When I replied “Me 2,” she immediately texted back “Has Kim seen your giant boner yet? I figured it would have ripped through your pants by now.”

Her sexy texts did keep me huge and hard much of the day. I hid it by sitting behind my desk at my computer. It did become awkward when Milt stopped into my office and asked me to come look at some proofs, but I made up some excuse about a system error and stalled for five minutes until I got soft. I can’t imagine what would have happened if he’d seen the size of the boner pressing against my thin gray flannel pants!

I was achingly horny on the subway home that night. I looked around, thinking about the thousands of guys that I passed; if the statistics I’d read online were accurate, not one of them had a cock close to my size. And Taylor was taller than any woman I passed, and all but a handful of the men. When I got in the elevator, I wasn’t even trying to hide my massive boner from the two other guys in there with me. Taylor answered the door looking as horny as I was, and I immediately pushed her against the wall and stuck my tongue in her mouth, tearing her shirt off while we kissed. I looked down at her incredible breasts, in a pretty new blue bra. “You found one big enough,” I observed.

“Barely,” she replied as she pressed her chest against mine.

My penis was so hard I had to get it out of the constraints of my pants. I yanked them down, and my erection sprung up and rubbed against Taylor’s belly. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, unhooking Taylor’s bra while I was at it. Our lips interlocked, I glanced down. Taylor was barefoot. And there was no question she was as tall as me now.

She pulled down her pants and lifted one leg around me. Then she grabbed my gigantic hard-on and guided it inside her. We were animals, overcome with lust, her vagina wet and welcoming as I slid my massive dick further inside her. We’d never fucked standing up, and it was incredibly hot. “Keep going,” she pleaded.

I pushed in further, against my better judgment. She winced. I pulled back.

“Look how big I am and I’m still not big enough for you,” she bemoaned.

“Just enjoy it,” I told her as I continued to thrust her against the wall. She started to yell out in pleasure. Staring straight into her face as we stood, ecstasy beginning to engulf her, I felt like my cock had never been so hard, so vigorous, so desperate to blast a huge load. Her shivers became full-on spasms of euphoria, and she held on to me to keep from falling.

I pushed my stiff manhood forward, and suddenly it started to throb more intensely than it ever had before. I could feel huge streams of my jizz shooting up my long shaft and into her. I could tell she could feel me pulsate inside her. I pumped so much that I felt it dripping back down both of our legs, but still I was coming. Finally, I shot one more huge load and knew I was done.

We held on to each other for support, completely spent. Finally, my dick slowly started to soften, and I slid out of her. She collapsed onto a chair, her long long legs draped off the end. I was still dripping decent amounts of come onto the floor as I sat on the ottoman.

Finally, Taylor spoke. “I go to stores and nothing fits me anymore. I’m too tall, my boobs are too big. When I walk down the street, people look up at me like I’m some sort of freak. Like they’re scared of me.”

“And you like it,” I told her.

“Couldn't love it more,” she replied, flashing a gorgeous smile.

 

[Someguy410]

Chapter 9

If anything, Taylor’s size was making her hornier. We would have sex when we woke up, then she would drift back to sleep while I showered. But at least once a week, I would get dressed and head for the door only to find her standing in front of it, naked, and eager for seconds. And needless to say, she was very persuasive.

She was equally persuasive when she greeted me at the door in a short yellow summer dress. “Little cold for that, no?” I said, glancing at the snow outside.

“I hate it,” she pouted. “So I booked us on a cruise!”

“For when?”

“Two weeks. Think about it. Six days, no gray skies, just lying in the sun and screwing in our cabin and me eating my weight in buffet food.”

As we stepped onto the boat, it was clear Taylor was already taller than me, if just by maybe half an inch. We quickly changed into our bathing suits. Her bikini was barely able to hold back her gigantic breasts. “You used to be so modest,” I teased.

“I don’t think I can hide much anymore,” she said. “May as well flaunt it.”

Then she smiled at me as she kissed me voraciously. She could feel my hard-on growing against her leg. “Sorry if my flaunting it makes you flaunt it. Can’t be helped.”

I’ll admit, the looks of amazement as Taylor strutted around the ship in her bathing suit — all 6’4” of her — turned me on, and I’m sure if they weren’t staring at my girlfriend, more people would have noticed the massive semi threatening to lift up my bathing suit leg. After only forty minutes on deck, we were too horny to keep our hands off each other, so we retreated to our room and got naked.

“Everybody could see you have a giant dick,” Taylor gasped as her lips pressed against mine. “But they had no idea it gets even bigger!”

“Who was even looking?” I asked. “You were showing more cleavage than all of them combined.”

“Trust me, they were looking,” she said. “Girls and guys.” She ran her hands along my achingly stiff shaft. “If only they could see your monster now. They’d never get over it.”

I hungrily licked her breasts, rolling my tongue around her erect nipples and sucking her prodigious flesh into my mouth. She was shaking with desire. “I need you inside me!” she commanded, very loudly.

“I think these walls are pretty thin,” I said.

“I don’t care!” she replied, as loudly if not more so.

And she clearly didn’t. We fucked like animals, pounding our huge bodies against the cabin walls, grunting and yelling out, our sexual urges overwhelming whatever sense of discretion we might have had. As we lay afterwards on our drenched sheets, gasping for breath, our long bodies entangled, she turned to me and smiled. “That was so hot, I bet they felt the boat rocking on deck.”

Taylor ate a huge lunch – she was as insatiable with food as she was with sex – and the fact that every meal would make her grow bigger and taller made us both incredibly aroused. And that’s the way the next couple of days went: We would would have sex – loud, red-hot, athletic sex – then eat a huge meal, go up on deck for a while amused by the stares, then go back to our cabin to fuck each others brains out again.

I was pounding my giant dick in her, molesting her huge breasts with my hands, her long legs sliding against mine, when we heard a knocking on the door. We ignored it and kept on fucking. But the knocking got louder.

“Come back later!” Taylor shouted between pants.

“We can’t sleep!” a voice from the other side of the door yelled.

We didn’t reply. If anything, we got even louder. The pounding on the door continued.

Finally, we both climaxed. As we collapsed next to each other, sweaty and exhausted, the knocks continued. “Give me five minutes!” I shouted at the door, and the knocking finally stopped.

I threw on some pajama pants, stuffing my softening dick inside them. Taylor grabbed a robe and pulled it across her protruding breasts. We opened the door. Before us were three couples, all probably in their thirties. The tallest among them was at least six inches shorter than us, which was not surprising but seemed sort of amusing.

“You’ve got to stop this,” the tallest guy said. “The noise from… what you’re doing. It’s constant. We’re on vacation and we can’t even sleep.”

“We’re on vacation too,” Taylor replied, forcefully. The couples recoiled slightly — I’m not sure Taylor meant to, but her assertiveness combined with her size clearly intimidated them.

“I know, I know,” the guy said. “But… well, if you could just be quieter.”

A woman of maybe five-two nodded. “We saved for three years for this cruise. We’d just like to relax.”

It was hard not to feel for them, looking up at us, their vacations ruined by our extremely loud, extremely frequent couplings. “We’ll quiet down,” I assured them.

That night, we lay in bed, naked and spooning. Our bodies fit each other’s perfectly, my right arm crossing over her torso and cupping her huge left breast in my hand, my soft penis nestled in the crack of her amazing ass. (Yes, she was now a tiny bit taller than me, but I still took the position of “big spoon.”) “This is nice,” she said.

“I will admit I felt a little bad for them,” I added.

“I guess I don’t think about how tall I am sometimes.”

“And they were so small.”

“They were average. We are giants.”

“Not exactly giants…”

“I was their size a few years ago. Trust me, people our size are giants to them.”

My penis started to stretch, inching up her ass crack toward her back. “Ooh,” she said, feeling me grow. “You like being giants, don’t you?” She playfully jiggled her butt to encourage me.

“I guess I do,” I answered, gently fondling her nipple.

“So do I.”

“And I’m thinking, since when do giants have to play by small people rules?”

“They don’t,” she replied, breathing more heavily as I continued to massage her breast, my erection becoming gigantic as it crept up her back. “They do what they want.”

“So why aren’t we having giant sex right now?” I asked.

“I think we are,” she said breathily, turning around and planting her lips on mine.

The moment was incredibly raw and carnal, even for us. She took my super-hard dick in her hand and rubbed the swollen tip against her eager pussy. “Oh my god!” she cried out.

“I need to be in you so bad!” I replied.

She smiled as she took the back of my head in one hand and guided my massive penis with the other. “Wake up, little people,” she said, a wicked grin on her face.

We weren’t being loud to be assholes, though knowing we were being assholes made it a little hotter, and maybe a little louder. Our neighbors started pounding on the walls to complain, which just made us laugh. In retrospect, I’m not proud of it, but at that moment, it just made our desire that much more unstoppable.

We woke up to a polite knock on the door. It was the ship’s concierge. “I hope you’re enjoying your cruise,” he said. “As our valued customers, we would like to offer you a complimentary upgrade to the presidential suite.”

My eyes met Taylor’s, and we couldn’t help but giggle to ourselves. I guess this was the benefit of ignoring the noise complaints.