Silently,
they undressed. Tara kissed him again, gently, as if afraid that the
wrong move would shatter and break their fragile union. Both of them
moved slowly, savoring this moment, this eye-blink in eternity when
it was right for them to be together. Tara’s giant face filled his
vision, her lips danced almost joyfully against his. He responded to
her touch, trying with each instant to reflect back upon her the
passion that she was building within him.
A
slight shifting of the couch, and they tumbled together onto the
floor. They collapsed into each other like a house on fire, arms and
legs tangling hopelessly. She was heavy, but never once did she let
her weight press painfully against him, even as they rolled and
grappled across the carpet. Tara felt so large, her body hard and
sculpted but unmistakably feminine.
The
two friends clung to each other desperately, the heady smell of sex
beginning to fill the room. At first, Max had wondered if it would
be difficult to please a woman of such great size. But soon he found
that, when he strained to caress some intimate corner of her body,
finding it just out of reach, she would shift until his fingers could
grasp what they sought. Each place of her he touched brought new
moans, new gasps of pleasure. And his lover was just as good, if not
better. Tara seemed to know instinctively where to send her hands to
please him, the precise millimeter to press her lips for maximum
effect.
Tara’s
face was drenched in sweat and saliva, and Max’s lower body was
becoming slick with the syrupy juices of her desire. Gradually, he
eased himself down her massive body, guiding himself toward her
womanhood. Her eyes urged him, pleaded with him to hurry. One final
kiss, and then....
From
the other side of the room, someone cleared their throat. Startled,
Tara and Max looked up – and up – to find the gorgeous visage of
Melinda grinning down at them. “Well, don’t you two look
comfortable,” she drawled, smirking. “I’m sorry to ruin the
moment, but I thought you might like to know that I’ve been
reconsidering my philosophy on life.”
The
naked couple stared up at her in slack-jawed silence.
“You
guys know me better than anyone,” she continued. “And so, you
must know that I usually don’t believe in sticking my neck out, or
acting the fool. But as a wise man once said, sometimes life is
about having the courage to do something incredibly, painfully
stupid.”
With
that, the angelic giantess sauntered across the room, and knelt
before the two lovers. Before either of them could object, she bent
forward, and gave Max a very serious kiss on the mouth.
“Hey!
What do you think you’re DOING?” Tara cried, but a moment later
her objections died in her throat as one long-fingered hand began to
stroke her inner thigh.
The
three friends looked at each other for a long time. Would
they...could they actually go through with this?
At
last Melinda spoke. “Max, you said a dose of your serum is about
one-hundred fifty nano-liters, correct?”
He
cleared this throat once, twice. “Yes, but...”
The
beauty silenced him with a smile. “I thought so.” From the palm
of her enormous hand, she withdrew two crumpled pieces of blotter
paper. She took one, and placed it under her tongue. “One for
me....” The other she offered to Tara, who accepted it reverently.
“And one for you. What do you say, guys? Want to make a really,
REALLY bad decision?”
In
answer, Tara swallowed her paper, and squeezed Max's hand
reassuringly.
Max
grinned, and stared up at his gigantic friends. “Is Bill ever
going to be mad that he missed THIS.”
In
the first few seconds, just as the girls were beginning to show the
first obvious signs of change, Max wondered if this whole escapade
would prove to be awkward and embarrassing, something his friends
would forever regret. In many ways, it was the same anxiety he might
feel if he were sitting on a roller coaster, listening to the steady
click-click of the belts pulling him up the first hill. And, just
like a roller coaster, once it accelerated, there was no time for
worry.
It
was Melinda who reached him first. The girl was on her knees, the
second round of serum already rendering her too tall to stand
comfortably. Her breath fell hot on his face, and once more her lips
found his. This second kiss was longer, and far more intimate. As
it continued he could plainly feel the ever-increasing enormity of
the woman before him. Her lips rose, beckoning him higher, and
higher still.
A
strong pair of hands gripped his shoulders. Tara was behind him,
softly massaging him, pressing into him with her tight stomach and
generous bosom. She touched his neck, the lobes of his ears, an
electric tingling building wherever she passed. And then with a
gentle push she eased him forward into Melinda’s waiting embrace.
The three of them stood together now, clutching each other as one
unbroken mass of human sensuality.
The
two girls surrounded him, growing larger with each passing instant.
Damp skin glided over him. Bigger and bigger hands caressed him.
Their bodies – one ivory-pale, the other a rich olive – filled
his vision, blotting out all but the briefest glimpses of the world
around him. It would’ve been impossible to know which of them he
was kissing at any moment, except for their distinctive flavors -
Tara’s the peach of her lip gloss, Melinda’s tangy and faintly
cinnamon.
He
felt himself being lifted from behind, his head cushioned between a
pair of perky, softball-sized breasts. Melinda held him aloft, and
Tara - beautiful, gigantic Tara – began to patiently kiss her way
down his body. She started with his forehead, his cheeks, his
collar, working her way steadily lower. All the while he could sense
the girls continuing to expand, could feel himself rising further and
further off the ground.
At
long last Tara’s journey brought her to the solid shaft of his
manhood. She stroked him cautiously with the side of her finger, and
then with a slow, calculated pace, she began to suck him off. Her
head bobbed up and down as the enormous girl swallowed his length,
gradually taking him deeper, until she had enveloped him all the way
to the base. All the while Melinda was kissing him, nibbling on his
neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Just
when he thought he could stand it no longer, Tara stood up. A
significant look passed between the two seven and a half foot ladies,
and then Max felt himself being passed from the arms of one titanic
girl to the other. Now it was Melinda’s turn. She turned her back
on him, spending a moment to position herself. Slowly, carefully,
his gargantuan friend lowered her hips, until he felt the head of his
cock slip easily into the velvet folds of her womanhood. She began
to rock against him, the windows rattling with her moans, juices like
hot syrup splashing onto his stomach, his lap, his legs. Melinda's
pheromone scent completely overwhelmed him, driving out everything
but pinpoint awareness of the giantess grinding against his loins,
and the irresistible directive to please her.
The
universe rolled, and Max found himself on his back, staring up at the
ceiling. Now it was Tara, impossibly large and powerful, kneeling
above his chest. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she impaled herself
upon him.
Reality
narrowed to a dark tunnel of perception and sensation. Tara’s head
lolling in ecstasy. The beautiful aria of her pleasure. Melinda’s
wet lips against his face. The constant animal thrusting of his
hips. The volcano pressure building inside. The sudden spike of his
orgasm. And the inky blackness that followed.
A
moment, or an hour later, color returned to the world. With some
difficulty Max rolled onto his knees, and was rewarded with a sight
beyond belief. Tara and Melinda lay together in a heap. Both girls
were impossibly huge. Max estimated that Melinda was barely less
than eight feet tall, and Tara, in defiance of logic, was much larger
even than that – nearly nine feet high, and covered in a thick,
sexy sheen of muscle. It looked as if the formerly diminutive girl
was enjoying her new-found position of dominance. Tara had her best
friend pinned to the floor with her long, powerful legs, leaving her
hands free to explore every minute detail of Melinda’s body while
the helpless girl writhed beneath her. The bigger girl bent slowly,
sensuously, and the two girls locked mouths in a deep soul kiss.
Soft, kitten-like mews and squeaks of pleasure came each of them, as
Tara continued to have her way with her tiny giantess.
Discontinuity
nudged at the fringes of Max's awareness. If Melinda had spoken
true, and measured the same dose for each of them, then how could
Tara possibly be so much larger – especially when Melinda had
started with an advantage of at least seven inches in height? He
considered this for less than the length of one heartbeat. There had
been a time, perhaps only a week earlier, when he might have stood,
barely watching the spectacle before him, all else forgotten in the
attempt to solve this new mystery. To his surprise, he found that he
didn't care. Max smiled to himself, and crawled over to join his
gargantuan friends. Once more the girls accepted him, welcoming him
into the fold with open arms.
Much
later the three lay together on the couch, talking without really
saying anything, in the way friends will. Both girls had returned to
their relatively normal sizes. Tara now measured six-foot-two, with
a body to shame any but the most sculpted of female athletes.
Melinda was so attractive that it made his knees rubbery just to
glance at her, her beauty further emphasized by her impressive six
feet, four inch stature. It had been the first time that any of them
had been conscious to see the drug’s effects wear off. Watching
the girls shrink had been intriguing, even strangely erotic, but Max
decided that he definitely preferred to see the process happen in the
other direction.
They
talked for hours, but none of them mentioned what had just happened
between them. For the many years that their friendship endured, it
would only be on a rare occasion that any of them said anything about
it – and then only in hushed and cryptic tones.
When
Max finally said good-bye, it was with a heavy heart. He was leaving
behind him two beautiful women, women who had been with him through
thick and thin, women he knew would go to any lengths for him. But
that night, even in the deepest throes of passion, he had been
thinking of someone else.