The bulge in my pants was telling me it was time to release the beast, or in my case, the shrimp. I'm sitting in my room alone. My parents haven't gotten home yet. Good it gives me time to stroke the stick. But just in case, I should lock the door. As I get up the pain his me. My penis is stabbing through my denim fabric.

But I'm a survivor. And we survivors fight through the pain. I'm not going to let my penis's agony get the better of me. No, I am way stronger then that. So suck it up. In just a few minutes my pain will turn to pleasure. Finally, I lock my door.

Ok. What should I watch? Or should I read? Are there any good stories on ReallyBigStories.com? After thinking about it for five seconds, I decided I don't want to search for something good. I don't know what I want, but I need something fast and quick. Something on my hard drive. And yes pun intended.

Thank you mom and dad for trusting a 17 year old boy with a computer. I don't want to call them dumb, but it was probably a terrible idea to give me a computer. Me and this computer have spent countless hours together. Sometimes we write, or watch, or draw, or read. It astounds me that this computer hasn't exploded from all my pornography. But it's not your normal pornography.

No I have transcended that. I stopped watched that when I was 12. By then my interests found something else. Something of an acquired taste. My porno is not accepted by society. That sentence is ironic now that I think about it. It all started when I had accidentally stumbled upon T.H.G. I had no idea what it was. All I saw was a picture of a beautiful blond lady.

When I clicked on the link a video screen popped up. At first it looked like a normal porno. Some guy enters the woman's house. Immediately they begin to kiss. The man takes his clothes off and the woman does the same. But this is where it gets very weird. The woman pulls out a toy gun. I thought she was going to use it as a dildo. Instead she points the gun at him. Very bad CGI shoots out the gun and the man shrinks to a couple of inches.

I was strangely getting aroused by what was transpiring. The woman picks him up. She jumps on the bed. She places him between her breasts. Careful not to crush him, she gently squeezes her breasts together. The small man struggles to survive. It's hard to see him as he is swallowed by boob flesh. The woman just continues to moan and squish.

I remember being mesmerized by it all. The power and domination he had over him. She finally stopped. He was plucked from in between her breasts. She slowly rubbed him along her stomach and stopped at her monsterous vagina. It was hungry. She was hungry. She wasted no time in shoving him in her cave. She began to moan softly. Her fingers plushed in and out. At first it was slowly. But as her moans grew and louder, her fingers moved in and out faster. I had no idea what was happening to the man nor did I care. Finally she screamed loudly. Her juices poured out of her vagina.

When she pulled her fingers out I could see the man. He looked nearly dead but there was still movement. The woman placed him on her stomach. She breathed in and out. Tiredness was on her face. But still she got up. Unfortunately for the man, he went flying off her stomach past her vagina, past her long legs, until he fell in front of her tan french pedicured feet.

He put his arms up but it was no use. He was snuffed out of existence. All that was left was a stain. The woman noticed what happened. I will never forget what she said next. She put her hand to her mouth, smiled, and said, "Whoops! That's why you should be careful of A Horny Giantess!"

In both the past and the present, I came very hard to this video. In the past I was not disturbed. Right now, a loud knock came from my door. I jumped in fear. There was not supposed to be anybody here. "Hold on a sec!" I yell startled.

I try to put my pants on as fast as I can. I click out of the video. I can't leave any evidence behind. At least any visable evidence. To do so would reveal my fetishes. My family would never look at me the same way. "Hurry up! I need to speak to you." I hear my father say. Dad isn't supposed to be home so quickly. What is going on? I open the door to see my dad standing outside.

"What were you doing in there?" He asks. "Taking a nap" I answer. "Sure you were." He says sarcastically. I always figured my dad knew what I was doing behind the scenes.

"What did you need to talk about?" I ask. "Get packed quickly because we are taking a vacation to New York City!" I jump up in excitement. New York City is one of the places I've always wanted to go. It's like a dream come true. "I knew you would be happy. My job wants me to go there for business. Classified stuff. So you, your mom, and your brother will be having fun."

" I'm sure you will have fun when you're not working" I say. "Maybe. But go get packed up." I shut the door in his face on accident. But I don't apologize because I'm excited. I grab everything I can fit in my suitcase. I look over at my computer. Too bad I can't bring that with me. I give it a pat on the monitor.

I say, "I'm going to miss you dear." Soon after my mom and older brother appear. Dad tells them what is happening. Like me they are excited. Fast forward later and we are in the air. Flying in a plane.

The flight goes well and we are officially in New York City. The city is beautiful from above. Everybody looks like ants. Is that what giantesses feel? I'm not a giant person. I'm a shrinking man. After we land, we grab a taxi to our hotel. I look at the sign that says the Sky Goddess Hotel. Hmmm irony or fate?

We were tired from our flight. We hardly paid attention to our surroundings. As soon as we paid for our room we were off to it. Our room was on the 6th floor number 340. All of us jumped on our beds. I was drifting asleep until my dad woke me up.

"They forgot to get us towels. Can you grab some?" Dad asks. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I groan. I get up anyways because I know I'm not winning against him. I'm grumpy on the way downstairs. The slow elevator ride is not helping. I knew I should have taken the stairs. I go to the front office to tell them, but I'm stopped when I see her.

Her. blonde hair flows down her back. Her soft, tan skin glows in the light. Her body is so curvy and hypnotising. Her breasts nearly pop out of her V neck shirt. Her ass is so big and round. My eyes look down past her amazing legs to her big french tipped feet. It's her. It's Katelyn Carrol.

A bright light jolts me back to conciousness. I find it extremely hard to keep my eyes open. "Time to wake up sweety." I hear my mother say. I shove a pillow in my face to stop the light. I say, "No! I want to sleep some more."

My mother doesn't know she interrupted my dream about Katelyn. The last scene I remember was being trapped under her big toe. She tricked me into playing a game where the odds were not in my favor. I was supposed to lift her big toe up or die.

With every ounce of strength I had, I pushed into her big toe, but to no avail. I was simply not strong enough to do so. And the hundreds of kisses I planted on her soft flesh did not matter. Before my existence was snuffed out was when the light poured in.

The sick part of it was I was excited to see my body exploded in a mass of red goo. My dream avatar sported a raging, vein popping erection. I wanted so bad to give her my useless seed on her toe. I wanted it to be the last gift she would ever receive from me.

Mother pulled the pillow away from my grasp. I attempt to grab it back. "No, but its my pillow." I whine.

"Correction. It's the hotels pillow." She says. I pull her on to the bed. She screams and I laugh. "Oh ok. I'll get up now." I say.

"Hurry it up and come down for breakfast. We will be waiting for you." She gets off the bed, puts her shoes on, and leaves the room. I consider going back to sleep, but decide against it. So I get up and head to the bathroom.

It's pretty cold in here. I'm barefoot and the chilly floor is like stepping on ice. I look down to notice I'm sporting half an erection. I shrug my shoulders. It wouldn't hurt to give myself a quickie. And what better way then after my lovely dream.
After I've finished I flush the evidence down the toilet. I sniff under my armpits. Thankfully it doesn't smell too bad. A little deodorant will do the trick. I can skip the shower, throw on some fresh clothes, and head down.

I am about to close the door, bit I remember to check if I have my key, and yes I do. While walking down the hallway I remember about the special guest staying here. My heart begins to pump fast again. The nerves are working their away around my body.

While in the elevator visions begin to appear. I see Katelyn entering the elevator standing right next to me. I imagine her just inches away. My body is shaking. I can feel sweat oozing out of my pores. I can't resist my urges. I drop to the floor on my fours and begin to kiss her feet.

The sound of the elevator ding snaps me out of it. I'm on the 1st floor. I leave the elevator and walk around the lobby. A few feet over in the next room is where breakfast is served. Just yesterday where I was standing is where I saw Katelyn checking in. This caused me to begin to breathe heavily.

Not wanting a repeat, I quickly make my way to the other room. The room is full of tourists like me. Past a couple holding hands, my family sits waiting for me. I see how relieved my brother is when he see me.

"Finally! I'm starving here and Dad wouldn't let me eat unless we were all here." he says. I give him a smile and respond, "Like you can starve. You've put on a few pounds the past few months."

"Yeah well I'm going to put a few fists in your face." he says. Our father intervenes, "The both of you calm down. We are here to eat and enjoy ourselves. Let's not fight."

I take a seat next to mother. She has a glass of orange juice in her hand. There is one in front of me too. "I ordered you an orange juice." She says. "Thanks." I say while drinking it.
The menu is full of delicious sounding food. Omletes, oatmeal, eggs, bacon, crepes, pancakes, waffles, French toast with icing, etc. My mouth salivates at the sound of it all. I decide on an omelet stuffed with mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, sausage, and bacon, and covered in cheese.

Mother settles on wheat pancakes with sugar-free syrup. Father chooses waffles with strawberries and strawberty syrup. And my brother, Shaun, wants three meat stuffed crepes with extra ham, but they ran out of cooked ham so he gets extra bacon instead. Father orders a basket of biscuits with jelly and butter for all of us.

We are silent for the most part while waiting. Mother and father discuss plans for today and the week. Shaun is messing with his fork. Mom says something about sightseeing today until Father is finished with his meeting. After we meet we will grab dinner, then see a play at a very prestigious theater near the hotel.

The waitress arrives with our order and asks if we need anything else. Father says no. We dig into our delicious food. It tastes so much better than the complementary breakfast available at a normal hotel. I am halfway into my omelet when I nearly choke on my food. Katelyn has just walked in.

Her blonde hair is down to her shoulders. She is wearing a long multicolored dress with a white flower pinned to the fabric. On her feet are a pair of white sandals. I try not to stare but I can see the French pedicure on her toes. I am not the only one checking her out. I feel a sense of jealousy when I see a very handsome, fit, well dressed man flash a smile at her.

My heart is beating again and suddenly I am not hungry anymore. I push my omlete away. "Why aren't you eating? Are you feeling alright?" My mother asks. "I just don't feel hungry anymore."

After breakfast ends, we leave the room. I try to catch one last glance before I'm out the door. Katelyn is sitting alone with a glass of red wine in her hand. I want to go over there and be her company. I want to tell her everything about me and what I know she does.

We take a taxi and drop father off at the company. The taxi drops us off at a museum. I'm sure the museum would be great if I was paying attention, but all I can think about is Katelyn. Mother is talking about a certain painting she studied about in college. I'm not paying attention.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a small figurine of Lady Liberty. And from that is where I get an idea. "Mom? Can we see the Statue of Liberty?" I ask. She looks at me and smiles. "Oh I'm sorry, but not today sweetie. Maybe later this week."

Her answer saddens me. The Statue is the closet thing to a giantess that exists. She may not be a living being, but a giant statue of a woman is the next best thing. But I imagine her as Katelyn. I see her coming to life. She crosses the water ready to take the city over. But its just a fantasy.

The rest of the day goes by like a blur. We left the museum, then walked around the city, liking at the various buildings and landscapes. Before we knew it it was time to meet father. We went to a nice burger joint. I do remember the taste of my well cooked burger along with onions, mustard, and pickles.

After dinner we stopped by the hotel to change into something fancy for the upcoming play. Father and Shaun change into tuxedos with red bowties. Mother has a beautiful black dress highlighting her features. Everyone is dressed except for me. I'm still in my plain blue t-shirt, jeans, and red and white sneakers.

"Why aren't you dressed?" Father asks me. I don't want to get dressed or go anywhere. I begin to speak when Mother answers for me. "Babe he hasn't been feeling well all day. If he doesn't feel up to it, then don't force him to go."

"I haven't been feeling good since this morning. I just want to rest." I say.

"You know, I bet it was that omelet. You've looked sick since you ate it. Plus you didn't finish it." He says. He pats ne on the shoulder. "Get some rest. I have a bottle of Pepto Bismol in my bag. Just look through it and take some. Come on.we have to leave now or we will be late."

Mom rubs my hair and plants a kiss on my cheek. "I hope my baby feels better."

They have left about 10 minutes ago and I'm still feeling depressed. I know what will cheer me up. I take my brother's laptop out of his pack. But my heart sinks when I'm blocked due to a password. Defeated I return his laptop. I know I can't watch my videos on the hotels computer. Anyone could walk in on me. I'll just watch some stupid cat videos instead.

It's empty in the computer room. There are two computers next to each other on a desk. I see no cameras around which I find strange. The computers are here just waiting for someone to steal. I'm sitting here alone watching cat videos which ate having no effect on my depression. Now I am regretting not going with my family.

I am trying so hard to resist my urges. It's easy. Just type in the video and watch it. It's only going to take a few minutes. And if anyone walks in you can just turn it off. Then you can delete your history and bam its gone. But I'm scared of doing it. And after a few more seconds of struggling, I type in The Horny Giantess.

I'm totally caught off guard when someone sits in the chair next to me. My heart has completely stopped. My tongues caught in my throat. The world feels like it has stopped rotating. Everything around me is crashing down, down, down. I slowly turn my head to see Katelyn's mouth wide and she is just as shocked as I am.