“All the tests came back and it’s everything that we’ve seen before. You’re more than healthy. At this time we don’t believe there is any limit to your size. I think it’s safe to say that you’ll continue to grow until whatever is causing it stops.” The team of doctors dispatched from the hospital had come to check in on Trish after the attack, and to do their routine tests. Trish nodded along with it, thinking about being a giantess. 

At around 60 feet tall, she was now about 10 times the size she had been after a year and a half of growing. In another year and a half, she could be 10 times her current size. She imagined their places switched, staring up at her body at 600 feet tall. Such a thought a year ago would have absolutely terrified her. She would have pictured that woman crying, scared and alone. Now as she looked up at her, she pictured her smiling, confident, and loved.

“We would also like to investigate the healing properties you talked about before. If you consent, we would take a number of gallons of your blood, it would be the equivalent of about a pint to you. We believe that some of the unique properties of your blood may lead to some medical breakthroughs.” Trish returned her attention to the team in front of her and nodded enthusiastically. If someone could make something good happen out of all of this, she would be glad.

Not that nothing good has come out of this, she thought. Getting bigger was how she met Thomas after all. And even though there were groups of crazy people out there that wanted to hurt her… they could not. No matter how hard they tried. 

She watched the toy-sized people in lab coats inserting a needle into the veins of her forearm. She closed her hand into a fist and squeezed to get the blood to flow. She opened and closed it in a rhythm to keep the blood pumping, but she was also struck by how her hand looked compared to the doctors collecting her blood. Squeeze, release. Her hands were longer than most people were tall. Squeeze, release. She probably had more strength in a single finger than they did in their entire, little bodies. Squeeze, release.

She knew she was strong ever since she passed ten feet in height. Now at nearly sixty feet tall, ‘strong’ didn’t seem very descriptive. Strong was like lifting lots of weights at the gym. Trish could lift cars, and they were barely heavy. If she wanted to, she could probably over power everyone in this room just by pushing them around with her toes. Her eyes scanned up to them, her heels resting on the floor and her toes pointed up to the ceiling. She experimented by curling them and splaying them, trying to feel the power that they and the rest of her body represented to the little people around her. They just felt like her feet, not things that could exert tons of force if she chose to.

“Ok Ms. Hostettler, we have what we need.” The doctors said, packing up their equipment. Trish barely registered it. Thomas noticed that she seemed distracted, so helped say goodbye to the doctors and escort them out.

He turned to rejoin her, and she still seemed distant. She was holding her neck in her hands, and staring at her toes, curling and uncurling them. Thomas approached her right foot, which was longer than he was tall by two and a half feet from toe to heel. When she curled her foot down, the bottom of her big toe could have patted him on the top of his head.

Even standing there in clear view was not enough to snap her out of whatever was happening in her head. He placed his hand on the side of her foot, and patted it gently. She immediately returned to reality, blinking her eyes a few times to banish whatever thoughts had been mesmerizing her. She gave him a soft smile to show she was listening.

“Everything OK?” He asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” She whispered.

“I don’t know, you just looked like you were drifting off. Are you sure you’re ok about what happened last night?”

“Oh… yeah.” She said, and pointed her toes forward to rub her foot against his side. Thomas steadied himself against the force of it by placing a hand on the ball of her foot. The dreamy look returned to her face, and she pressed harder with her foot, making Thomas take a few steps back. She leaned forward, chin still held in her hands, focusing on what was happening at her feet with more interest.

“What are you doing?” He asked nervously, not quite sure what this new body language meant. Was she actually enjoying this?

“I’m just playing.” She said. “Is that a problem?” She asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before she hooked her left foot behind his back and brought her right foot over to join the party. She firmly pressed him against the top of her left foot with the big toe of her right foot.

“Uh… no, it’s not a problem.” He confirmed, grabbing onto her big toe as it brushed against his chest. Thomas imagined it wouldn’t be long before the digit was bigger than his entire torso.

“Do you think it’s… sexy?” She said, taunting him and poking her toe up under his chin, tilting his head up to look her in the eyes. Her face was a deep red color. Thomas assumed that this meant she was still embarrassed about the dominance play, but she hadn’t turned this red since she was twenty feet tall. Was she self conscious about her feet? He hadn't noticed that before.

“Of course.” He said, flashing her a confident smile to let her know that it was ok to continue. Trish splayed her right foot and hooked her big toe and long toe under his arms.

“Hold on then.” She said, not much of a warning as she suddenly raised her leg into the air. Thomas felt his stomach fall into his pants as he was swiftly transported high above her. This was nothing new to Thomas, who became accustomed to being lifted fifty feet to his lover’s face whenever she wanted to kiss or have a more intimate conversation with him. This was the first time, however, that she had lifted him with her foot. Thomas had no experience with how dextrous she was with her feet.

Trish laid back to kick her leg higher, till it was pointing straight to the ceiling. She put her hands behind her back as she did. If he fell now, he wondered if she would be able to catch him in time. He wrapped his arm around her big toe and held it tight just in case. Just as he did, Trish began to roll her ankle around in a circle to toy with him. She would stop periodically to see the look on his face and hitting him with a bright and mischievous smile.

During these pauses, Thomas could tell that she was working up to something, though he wasn’t sure what exactly. Her smile gave way to slightly parted lips and dilated eyes. Whatever she was thinking about, Thomas was about to find out.

She bent her leg, pulling her foot closer to her stomach. She tilted her foot down causing Thomas to dangle from her toes about ten feet above her. Thomas looked down to her belly, judging whether he would get hurt if he landed on it. Mercifully, Trish lowered her hand to retrieve him from between her toes and set him on her stomach, just below her belly button.

“Do you wanna…” She breathed down at him, not finishing the question, and not needing to. Thomas nodded emphatically, and waited for Trish to pick him up to bring him to bed for their normal routine of tying her up so she didn’t hurt him. She leaned forward and peeled the shirt over her head. The stomach he was standing on turned vertical, causing him to slide downwards. He clawed at her smooth, soft skin for a hand hold, finally managing to come to a stop when his feet reached the waistband of her shorts. She craned her neck forward to look down at him between her now naked breasts with that same hard to classify, dreamy expression.

“...Aren’t you going to get in the shackles?” He asked.

Trish bit her lips, but made no move to get into the restraints. Thomas understood what she wanted, but could see she was nervous about asking him.

“You want to try without the shackles?” He ventured. The corners of Trish’s mouth curled up higher, and she nodded. “Are you sure?”

“I… trust myself.” She signed. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” Trish’s smile widened to show her white teeth, then she brought her hands forward. One to hold Thomas to her stomach, the other to start taking off her shorts. Thomas’s world was black, sandwiched between the soft layer of fat on her stomach and the palm of her hand, feeling her body shit subtly as she struggled with her shorts. Then, he was sliding down, still gently held to her by her palm. He slid until he was gliding over her lips, covering him from head to toe in her juices. He couldn’t seem to recall ever seeing her this wet, even the night he first tied her up.

His feet connected with the ground beneath her, and her hand left his back. She tilted her pelvis forward, and spread her lips with her fingers, showing him her engorged clit the size of a grapefruit, and her vagina, wide enough to devour him whole.

Thomas peeled his eyes from her womanhood to look over the gentle curves of her belly, up her abdomen, to the undersides of her round breasts topped with long, pointy nipples. Her chin was tucked in so she could watch him moving between her legs with a look of great anticipation, nibbling on the index finger of her other hand.

“Get to work.” She commanded. Thomas started by reaching forward to massage her clit, which he could feel swell larger once he started to stimulate it. Trish’s torso started to writhe at the sensation. Thomas could tell she was restraining herself. Her eyes were focused intently on him, another change from when they usually made love. Thomas knew that she liked to imagine that she was small again. He wondered if she would be able to get there when she had such a stark reminder of how big she was and how comparatively small he was.

Thomas had nothing to fear, it turned out, as Trish seemed to be incredibly pliant for whatever reason. When Thomas escalated things by putting his arms inside of her, her eyebrows knitted up and her mouth opened into a wide ‘o’”. The rhythmic undulations of her body grew more wild and chaotic. The fingers of one hand ran through her scalp, while the fingers of the other glided down her body. Soon Thomas’s head ministering to her clit was flanked by her finger tips, spreading her labia wider.

“Ow…” He heard her boom. He stopped his arm motions and licking to look up at her face in confusion. He was sure that he hadn’t hurt her. He was positive he was incapable of such a thing. He saw that her head was thrown back in ecstasy. She lowered her chin to look at Thomas again, her face painted with pure pleasure. Her lips twitched as she started to say something else.

“Ow…ou…out of the way!” She cried, her only warning before her hand started to travel lower, cutting in between her and Thomas. Thomas quickly retracted his hands and took some steps back to escape as she plunged her fingers into herself. Thomas tried to not be offended. He realized of course that her fingers were about twice the length of his arms. It made sense that she would be better at finishing herself.

Trish’s whole body shook as she finished bringing herself to orgasm. Thomas backed away quickly from her knowing that her bucking hips were outputting literally tons of force. Thomas watched her cum from near her feet, her toes curled tightly against the sensation. Thomas pulled out his penis and started to stroke it to the sight of Trish’s body vibrating with pleasure, her eyes were still locked on him between her feet as she rode out the sensations.

“No.” She said to him, breath still short, and then leaned forward. She pulled her wet fingers from inside herself to place on Thomas’s back, and then coaxed him forward back towards her pussy. Once he was standing back in position, she removed her wet fingers from his back and used them to press her lips together.

“Fuck me.” She ordered him. Her pussy was a foot and half long, and about level with his chest. He reached up to grab onto her hand, pulling himself up to fulfill her demand. With her smell, the sight of her, the warm, soft, and wet feeling of her labia pressed around his penis, he came nearly as soon as he pushed his penis inside.

—

After that, Thomas noticed a change in Trish. For one, she was engaging in dominance play more than usual, and starting to get more creative with it as well. Like one day while they were going for a hike Trish, without warning, pulled the front of her shirt open and knocked Thomas screaming down into it, barely stopping her walk as she did. She adjusted her bra so that he was trapped between her left tit and the giant cup it filled. Her stiff nipple brushed the side of his cheek as the breast sloshed and jiggled with her every step.  She went about her day like that for an hour, even talking to some of the staff members around the ranch as if her fiance wasn’t trapped in her bra. She only brought him out when it was time for her to eat, and did nothing to help him with his massive erection. She would repeat this trick every once and a while, sometimes cutting Thomas off mid sentence to send him plunging into her cleavage.

Another time she and Thomas were sharing a meal and she demanded that she feed him out of the blue. When he held up the comparatively miniscule morsel to her, she bent down and took his entire upper body into her mouth. She took a break from eating to blow Thomas and finger herself as he struggled against her tongue and legs kicked against her chin. When she was finished she spat him back on the table and made him lick her fingers clean. Her three foot long digits were coated in gallons of the stuff, a hopeless task for him. He managed to get her finger tips clean before he was completely full. When he stopped, she pressed her fingers towards him again and demanded he keep licking. Over the next few minutes, he ate and ate until he was so full he thought he would burst. His toil only ended by him invoking the safe word. As soon as he did, Trish lifted her fingers to her mouth and cleaned them with one lick. “See? It really isn’t that hard.” She teased him.

And then there were the comparisons. Trish constantly picked Thomas up to compare him to parts of her body. One day she challenged him, thinking that her nipple was longer than his penis. She set him on her breast to straddle it with her nipple between his legs. It didn’t take much more than that to get Thomas hard, his penis curling up and over the peak of her nipple.

“Ha!” Thomas laughed at her when he noticed. 

“Don’t get too cocky.” She said with a deliberate pun. “Mine isn’t hard yet.” She reached her index finger over his leg and pressed the tip onto her nipple, and made a gentle circular motion, hypnotizing Thomas. Slowly, the nipple expanded, pushing up and out, and pressing Thomas’s penis up against his stomach. Thomas held it with both hands, feeling it expand in them, until it beat him by a whole inch.

“I can’t tell, but I think I beat you.” She giggled, especially at the sight of Thomas’s dumbstruck face.  “Well don’t just look at it…” She said, lifting the finger tip from its tip to push the back of Thomas’s head down onto it.

They of course still had their version of vanilla sex, with Trish tied up in the missionary position. They had just finished making love that way one night, and after cuddling and pillow talking for a few hours, it was time for Thomas to make his way back to his cabin.

I’m the luckiest man in the world, he thought as he got ready for bed. The two were going at it like bunnies, having sex at least once a day and often more. They didn’t even really rest for his body to recover. Trish would just put him on what she had come to call “light duty”, basically their old routine of making him hold her neck or suck her nipples while she fingered herself. Then she would reciprocate with a gentle blow job. Sometimes his sore body begged for light duty but she wouldn’t give it to him, making him kneel and lick her all the same.

Thomas could always clearly tell that her play acting the role of the dominant giantess was just that: an act she put on to make him happy. It was very sweet of her because he knew how challenging she found it to be an ever growing giantess. But ever since that night she was attacked, something felt off. Not in a bad way of course, Trish was still her warm, loving self when she wasn’t using him like a sex toy. But now, impossibly, it seemed like the groaning and complaining about waking up larger each morning was the real act. Thomas knew he should just talk to her about it, but he dismissed the feeling as his fantasies getting the better of him. He went to bed, resolving to just keep a more objective mind about the whole thing going forward.

Tap tap tap. Thomas woke up to the now familiar sound of Trish tapping on his cabin roof late at night for a booty call. He was exhausted. Still sore from their earlier lovemaking, he stretched his arms over his head. He would have to disappoint her tonight, he thought. There was no way he was in any shape for round three.

“Where are you, little lover?” Her big voice echoed off the walls at full volume. Without warning, the back door burst off its hinges, making way for Trish’s hand. Thomas blinked in disbelief. It wasn’t like Trish to break anything. Not on purpose at least. He was still coming to terms with this as he watched her fingers walk her hand across the floor to him. Her fingertips were just starting to brush against his torso when his body compelled him to jump out of the way.

“Where do you think you’re going? Your giant fiancée needs you.” She said huskily from over the roof. She was sixty five feet tall, last she was measured, which made the cabin less than half the height of knees. Even sitting down on her feet, the cabin barely reached her belly button. Her grip closed around his bed and pulled it across the room like it was nothing as she retreated her hand through the door. Her eye appeared in the window, and scanned the cabin until she saw him cowering in the corner.

“Aww, he’s scared. Stop being silly and come out here.” She ordered. She didn’t wait for a response before removing her eye from the window, sitting back up to loom over the cabin. Thomas caught his breath. Why was he actually scared of her right now? All he had to do was go outside and tell her no and she would stop, right?

Thomas didn’t get a chance to compose himself before the entire cabin was shaking. Thomas could see her hands planted on either side of the cabin, palms covering the front and back doors. The dishes in the kitchen fell off their shelves, making Thomas flinch at the sound of breaking glass, and then the roof came off.

Thomas looked up at Trish holding the roof in both hands, smiling like she had just taken the lid off of a gift box to see her present. She tossed it carelessly to her left, making a loud and terrible sound that echoed over the ranch. She leaned over the opening, squeezing her elbows together to deepen his view of her cleavage to blot out the starry sky.

“It’s not nice to keep your horny lover waiting, pipsqueek.” She scolded as she put on a show of being angry. It was a show, right? Thomas froze up as her hand approached slowly to pick him up.

“Guess you’re just going to have to make up for lost time...” She giggled, and with her other hand, pulled open the waistband of her shorts to dump Thomas in.

“Jumbo.” He managed to choke out the safe word before being trapped in her panties. She hadn’t heard him. His nostrils were filled with her smell as he was pressed up against her wet lips by her underwear. He felt her rising to stand, then the force of her steps through her pelvis as she stomped back to the warehouse.

“I put you down there to lick me.” She reminded him, and Thomas felt the force of her fingers pressing up at him through the seat of her shorts, pushing him up into her, her labia forming around his torso and gripping him firmly. She wouldn’t be able to hear him yelling the safeword even if he could, he thought. He was just along for the ride now. He clutched onto the folds of her vulva tightly as her hand left his back, fully aware that the thin fabric of her underwear was all that stopped him from plunging thirty feet to the ground.

When they made it to her bedroom, Thomas steeled himself, he would have to save his energy for the right opportunity to communicate with her.

“Hold on.” She said, her only warning before she started to remove her panties. Thomas gasped for breath as he was finally freed from the crotch of her pants, looking up at her from her underwear as she rolled them down her long legs.

“Jumbo!” He yelled, and signed it as well as he traveled between her thighs. Her movement stopped immediately, Thomas couldn’t really read her facial expression because of the bright fluorescent lights behind her head. Then she continued to roll down her panties until he was lying between her feet, looking up at her.

“What did you just say?” She signed down to him.

“Jumbo!” He repeated, almost a wheeze. Trish removed her feet from the holes of the underwear and took a step back before bending at the waist to retrieve him. She placed him gently on the bed and knelt down in front of it. Thomas could always read Trish like a book. The look on her face wasn’t sad or scared about crossing a line. No, her brow was furrowed and her lips were drawn in a line. She was disappointed in him and wanted him to explain the interruption.

“What’s wrong?” She signed to him.

“You scared me.” He signed back.

“I thought you liked the giantess thing.” She accused.

“I never saw someone actually destroy a house like that.”

“I did it for you.” She signed back.

“Did you?” Thomas asked, thinking about his earlier suspicions.

Trish furrowed her brow more deeply.

“Did you?” He repeated the question. 

Trish held up her hands, hesitating, not knowing what to say. She hadn’t had to put the way she was feeling about being big lately into words, she simply acted on her urges. Ripping apart Thomas’s cabin, she wanted to do that. But had she wanted to do that just to impress Thomas? She didn’t know herself.

“You are starting to like it.” Thomas said and signed, putting it into words for her.

Trish put her tongue in her cheek, as soon as he said it she knew it was true. It made her feel guilty, like she was betraying the person she was a year and a half ago that was scared about all this.

“A little, I guess.” She said, understating it. She dwelt on all the games she had been playing with him recently. She had done those things because she was interested in trying it. And she liked it. She had ripped off Thomas’s roof because she wanted to fuck him, and because she thought it would be hot. And it was. The cabin was like a dollhouse to her, a building that Thomas called home, and it was nothing more than a toy to her.

“It’s ok to like it.” Thomas said. “It’s probably really healthy for you going forward. It’s sexy, too.” He added. Trish smiled and stood up straighter.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” She whispered in her real voice.

“It’s ok. I think maybe I should carry an airhorn for our safe word in the future.” He said, laughing it off. Trish didn’t return the laugh. She was looking down at him like he was a piece of meat.

“So are you…” She signed, then touched her index finger tips together in a begging fashion.

“I’m too tired tonight.” He admitted, giving her an apologetic look. “Too tired for even light duty.”

She hunched forward and blew a raspberry.

“Just give me some time to rest and I’ll be good to go.” He said, waving her down for a kiss. She forced the disappointed look off her face and complied, bending way down to bring her lips to the 6 foot tall bed, a height now comparable with the height of her ankles. Thomas could tell that she was hoping for it to develop something more, the way she hovered her face close to him.

Thomas spent the night at the foot of Trish’s bed on a borrowed pillow, not unlike a dog bed, he thought. The idea of Trish being into the giantess thing too was exciting for him. He was looking forward to seeing what sort of games she would want to play now that she was getting something out of it.

Meanwhile, Trish was awake and staring at the ceiling, restless and horny. If she wanted to, she thought, she could make Thomas do things to her. It didn’t matter how tired he was, she could make him do it. There was no way he could resist her if she just went to the foot of the bed and pushed him inside of her. Or she could walk around all day tomorrow with him in her panties, pressed up against her, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. He could say ‘Jumbo’ all he wanted, but he couldn’t force her to stop. That was her choice. Everything was her choice. These were the thoughts that were running through her head as she rubbed herself to sleep.

—

“Trish? Trish? What the hell happened!?” Jeb’s voice called early the next morning as the security team rushed into the room. Trish and Thomas both shot up out of their respective sleeping situations, just now remembering that Trish had pulled apart Thomas’s cabin like it was made of toy logs.

Trish covered her naked body with her blanket as she sat up.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Daddy. I accidentally broke Thomas’s cabin.”

“You destroyed the cabin!?” He yelled.

“Oh Daddy, it’s a long story and I’m not sure you want to hear it…” She said, blushing. How do you explain to your dad that you destroyed a building because you thought it would be hot?