“Pregnant.” The doctors confirmed later that week. After the strange discovery that she was lactating, Trish had finally returned to her father’s ranch and her newly completed living space. Like the previous warehouse the furnishings were large and sparse, consisting mainly of a huge bed as big as two city blocks. A system of walkways around the wall let normal sized people visit her safely. 

She was laying on her back in her new bed, the doctors had to use a ground-penetrating sonar device on her tummy to see into her uterus. There, on a big screen TV brought close to her face so she could see, was her and Thomas’s baby growing in her oversized womb.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered. Her hand was clutched tightly to her chest right below where Thomas sat, also transfixed by what he was seeing on the screen. His hand rested against the side of her finger, which was now twice his size.

“Is it…are they…” Thomas began to ask the most pertinent questions, but was unable to complete the thought.

“As far as we can tell the child is of a normal size for a human being, and is also completely healthy.” The doctor said with a warm smile from a cherry picker near the monitor. “Congratulations to you both.”

“What do we do?” Thomas asked dumbly, suddenly feeling like he was adrift on the ocean and a storm was quickly approaching.

“Normally I would tell expectant mothers to watch their eating and to get plenty of exercise, but I’m not sure the normal rules apply to you, Mrs. Black.” He called up to her, her hand still covering her mouth in shock. “We should probably arrange for a weekly check up just to make sure there are no surprises.”

“And her due date?”

“We think that she is around twenty weeks along, which puts the birthday in another twenty weeks. But as I said, we will need to monitor the conditions and see what happens. Any other questions?”

The two just shook their heads, still reeling from the confirmation that they were indeed going to be having a baby together.

“Great. Again, congratulations. We will see you this time next week.” The team of doctors took their leave. As soon as they were alone together, Thomas leapt to his feet and ran down the length of Trish’s body till he was standing on her stomach. He crouched down and put his ear to her skin, and started to crawl around searching for where his baby might be. The display just made Trish giggle.

“He’s going to be too small for you to feel him kick.” She chided him, but propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch her husband fumble around on her tummy all the same.

“He?” Thomas asked, cocking an eyebrow up at her. Trish shrugged and nodded.

“Have you ever felt him kick?” He asked, ear pressed near her belly button. Trish shook her head, trying to set aside how sad that fact made her. “You can’t feel him at all but you think you know he’s a he?” He asked with playful skepticism. Trish merely shrugged again.

“Moms just have a sense for these things.” She said, the word curling her lips into a wide smile as it left them. God she loved the sound of that. Mom.

“Mom.” Thomas sighed, loving the sound of it just as much. “Dad.” He said, trying it on as well.

“Dad.” Trish hummed. “Can you believe it? You actually managed to knock up big ol’ me?”

“I have a lot of maneuverability in there.” Thomas joked. “Not a lot of guys can get their whole body into the work of getting their wife pregnant.”

“If they don’t they aren’t doing it right.” Trish laughed.

“Ah, you know what I mean.” Thomas waved it off.

Trish, still propped up on her elbows, reached her hands forward to cup her stomach on either side of where Thomas stood.

“I’m kind of disappointed that I don’t have a big pregnant belly.” She lamented as she traced her fingers over it.

“It would look sexy on you.” Thomas agreed, and lowered himself to sit cross legged just below her belly button. He tickled her there by tracing his fingers gently over her skin. Even though he was comparatively two inches tall, the probing of his little hands made her stomach twitch underneath. “But I guess that would mean that the baby would have to be a giant too, to fill you up like that.”

“Yeah…” Trish huffed. “After this one you’re just going to have to fill me up with enough babies to get me a belly.” She demanded with a stuck out bottom lip.

“I don’t think it works like that Trish, and besides, you’ll be, like, four hundred feet tall by the time we have this kid.”

“So?”

“So you’ll be absolutely massive! It’ll take millions of babies to give you a belly.”

“You better work hard then.” Trish shrugged. But the humor was starting to fade from the situation as she looked down at her husband resting on her stomach. She put a finger next to him to measure him, and he was only half the length of a single finger now. By the time they had this kid, he probably wouldn’t be any bigger than her finger tip. She imagined a fingertip-sized Thomas cradling their newborn baby. He would have to hold him, because she would be far too huge to risk handling such a delicate thing. Trish felt her heart ache at the thought of not being able to be close to her baby.

“You’re not going to hurt your baby.” Thomas said, snapping her out of it.

“What?”

“You were thinking about being too big to be a good mom. You’re going to be a great mom.”

Trish gave him a knowing smile. “And how do you know that?”

“You’re not gonna destroy the world. You’re not going to eat everything. People will accept you… It’s just… you know…”

Trish’s smile turned into a smug smirk. “Go on, say it.”

“It’s… destiny.” Thomas said reluctantly, having finally believed it for the first time himself after getting high on the food news.

“Well, well, well. The husband of the goddess has finally caught up to what so many people already knew.” She teased him, reaching a finger over to stroke his shoulder lovingly.

—

Trish might not have enjoyed a belly, but she did get to enjoy all the other ups and downs pregnancy had to offer, particularly the hormones. It was a rough time for Thomas over those twenty weeks. It is hard enough for anybody to deal with your partner’s mood shifting from fragile to hostile to out of control horny at the drop of a hat. Thomas’s problems were only magnified by the fact that his partner was around forty times the size of him and swiftly growing bigger. She added a full foot to her height each and every day for the week after they had confirmed the pregnancy. The week after that, her growth was an average of thirteen inches a day. The week after that, fourteen inches. By the beginning of her third trimester, she was just days away from three hundred feet tall.

Back on her father’s land and away from the eyes of the press, Trish was back to playing with Thomas more than ever. It was a lot of fun when she was ultra horny, especially since she seemed to take a renewed pleasure in being dominated by him. Sometimes he would have her put on a blind fold and tease her for hours by walking the length of her body. They both took a great deal of pleasure in how sensitive Trish’s nipples were now. Thomas spent many a night pressed up and into her vagina. On these occasions it was hard for him not to dwell on the fact that just a couple dozen feet away, somewhere in the cavern above, their baby was growing and waiting to meet them.

Other days, when she was in a bad mood, he was little more than the toy he always desired she treated him as. On these days she would impatiently hold him to her huge nipples made even larger by her pregnancy, and force him to help rub the milk out of her to get some relief from the building pressure. Sometimes she would get on all fours and let her tits hang above him, and he would have to pull and paw at the four foot long thing hanging level with his head as his wife moaned high above him. Over the course of her pregnancy, Thomas estimated that he helped push thousands of gallons of milk out of her.

Sometimes the playing had less overtly practical ends. Sometimes she would hold him in her hand for him to kiss her, only to purse her lips and blow him back down the length of her now thirty foot long hands. She would then command him to stand, and have him repeat this until she was satisfied inflicting her misery on him. He also tended to spend a lot of time in her mouth on these days. She would get tired of him talking, and in he went, popped in her mouth like a piece of candy. She would suck on him for hours, moving him around in her mouth with her tongue and tucking him into her cheek. Sometimes she would put him in without his suit, and Thomas would have to time his breathes to when Trish inhaled so as to not suffocate. 

As rotten as she could be to him, Thomas only felt the need to invoke the safe word once, when she had held him in front of her face between two fingers, and studied him as she flexed her thumb into his chest. She would wait for his lungs to fill with air, and then squeeze him right after he had managed to catch his breath. She repeated this game, always pausing to give him the opportunity to get himself out of it, before squeezing the life out of him again. Finally, after a couple of dozen repeats of this wordless, cruel game, Thomas spoke up.

“Jumbo.” He wheezed.

“That took you a while.” Trish observed coldly. “What took you so long? Did you enjoy that?”

“I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I was testing to see how long you would put up with it.”

“...Why?” 

Trish shrugged, and offered no explanation before lowering him down to strand him on her nipple jutting out more than a hundred feet above the floor. Thomas spent his day like this, clutching the thing tightly to prevent himself plunging to his death while Trish went about hers as though he wasn’t even there. Better to leave it alone and let her snap out of it, Thomas figured. Besides, there were few things better than being able to gaze up at your titanic wife from her boob.

Like always, the bad mood passed. Thomas was able to catch eye contact with her as she seemingly remembered he was there. She returned the eye contact by awkwardly drawing her mouth in a line. Thomas knew what that meant. He started preparing to soothe her.

Sure enough, the glances down to him grew more nervous and guilt ridden. Then she couldn’t look at him at all. She blinked a lot to deal with the tears that seemed to pour out of her eyes. Her lip quivered, and then her whole body shook as she tried and failed to prevent a sob. Thomas took a deep breath and gave the front of her breast a squeeze. That caused her to break down. Soon her large, trembling hands were returning to rescue him from the ledge that they stranded him on in the first place, and brought him up to her nose so that he could straddle the bridge of it and comfort her. He held her like this until she was calm enough to speak.

“I’m sorry I’m so awful.” She blubbered. “I was just feeling guilty…”

“And that made you want to squeeze the air out of me…. Why?” Thomas asked, trying to keep the accusing tone out of his voice. Trish was far too sensitive in this moment not to take it like that anyway, and the thundering sobs started anew.

“I don’t know! I guess, I wanted to see how much you would put up with for me.”

“Oh, Trish.” Thomas sighed as he forgave her, and lowered himself down her nose to give her eleven foot wide lips a hug.

—

“We need an extraction plan.” The doctor informed the expectant couple five weeks before the intended due date. Trish was just shy of three hundred and fifty feet tall, and growing nearly two feet each day. Everyone looked to be a little less than an inch tall now. She was laying on her stomach in bed, chin resting on her arms as she tried to get close enough to see their tiny little meeting about the future of her child.

“The child has a normal sized amniotic sac implanted in your uterus.” The doctor continued to explain to the towering face looming over him. “When your body goes into labor, your muscles won’t be able to contract around him and push him out.”

“So, a C-section.” Thomas reasoned.

“Yes, but she heals too quickly for us to be able to cut into her skin effectively.” The doctor added. “And so, our plan is to send an ob-gyn specialist up through the birth canal to extract the baby manually.”

“I want Thomas to do it.” the giantess demanded with a whisper that washed over the inch tall people in front of her like a gust of wind. There was a silence as Thomas and the team of doctors recovered from the blast and tried to sort out what she was asking for.

“I’m not that kind of doctor, Trish.” Thomas protested. Trish turned to lay her ear on her arms and blink her eyes at him to beg.

“I don’t want a stranger inside of me…” She murmured.

“We need an expert…” Thomas started to protest, but Trish just batted her eyelashes and stuck out her bottom lip. He had no defense against it. Thomas sighed and turned to the doctor.

“How long would it take to train me to be able to do this?”

The doctor gave them both a careful look. “I… look. I understand your desire for privacy, but we are professionals…” Thomas held a hand up to stop him.

“She’s not going to agree to it. I’m your guy.” He said. “Don’t worry, I learn fast.”

That’s how, five weeks later, Thomas came to be dressed in his familiar wetsuit, walking up the length of Trish’s outstretched legs. The doctors loitered around her upper thigh with equipment ready to care for the new life as it was removed from its now over four hundred foot tall mother.

Thomas proceeded up the length of her thighs to where her crotch was, concealed by her skirt. Her vagina, which had been a portal to pleasure for the both of them, now the gateway that he would enter and return to the world with a whole new human life. Their child, with them at last. Trish’s fingers shifted over her thigh to bring her fingertip, comparable in size to Thomas’s whole body now, down to touch him. Thomas placed his hand on it and looked up to Trish’s face. She was using her other hand to pull the hair back behind her ears. She gave an encouraging and determined nod to him, which he returned. She removed the fingertip from his path, and pulled her skirt up to reveal herself to him, and then used her fingers to pry apart her vulva to welcome him inside.

The slit itself was now twice as tall as he was. He steadied himself, placing his hands on either wall of the tunnel, and climbed in. He clicked on his head lamp to illuminate the dark tunnel in front of him. He made his way through the familiar space, restraining himself from the muscle memory of stroking the walls to pleasure his massive wife.

The end of the tunnel was thirty feet ahead, a slight tapering into where her cervix met her vagina, wide and dilated to make room for a baby that would appear less than a centimeter in size in comparison. At Trish’s size, the muscle was open to a width more than four times Thomas’s height.

“I’ve entered the womb.” Thomas whispered into the mic. He wasn’t sure why he whispered. It was like there was something sacred about crossing this threshold. Trish closed her eyes and lingered on the sound of his voice in her ears. Hearing it made her heart ache for him.

“I love you.” She groaned, and rubbed her hand on her stomach above where she thought Thomas would be. Thomas shined his head lamp up the ceiling of the cavern caving in slightly around the shape of her fifty foot long hands. The sound of her voice seemed to shake her entire body, her voice muffled as though he were under water.

Small as he was, Trish could feel his arms and legs kicking inside of her. She closed her eyes and tracked him as he ventured deep within her, penetrating her as deep physically as he had penetrated her soul.

“I love you.” She repeated again, the only thing she could think about.

“I have him. Oh god, I have him.” Thomas said over the mic. That sound, the sound of her husband, the love of her life, confirming that he had his hands on their child, cradling him, protecting him, ushering him into this world to join them. She could feel her heart expanding to accommodate the both of them. Her love for Thomas deepened to a point she had never thought possible, and beyond that, a profound love for her child that seemed to alter everything she thought she knew about love.

She tracked his footsteps urgently as he began to make his way out of her. She brought her trembling fingers back to pull open her labia to make way for them. She felt them exit her and fall to the ground between her legs. The doctors rushed forward to meet them, but everyone was too small for her to tell what was going on.

She didn’t want to scare them by moving suddenly, but the need to see her husband and her baby overrode those concerns. She scooted her butt back on the bed, and craned her neck forward to look closer, but that too wasn’t enough. All she could see was that she had scared the bug-sized doctors by moving. Well, they can deal with it. I need to see my baby.

She scooted her butt back again, drawing her legs up and into herself and then pushed them behind her. She gingerly placed her hands on either side of the congregation, and lowered her face over them. This frightened the bugs more than her legs moving. Some of them screamed. All but one of them dived down to the ground to escape the fifty foot long face lowering to get within feet of them. All but one, one man stood next to a rolling bassinet, to where an improbably small and delicate creature was squirming and screaming, too small for the giantess to hear unaided.

Thomas delicately cradled his head. He lifted him up and pressed him to his shoulder first, allowing his microphone to catch his crying. Hearing the wailing of her child in her ears caused a series of reactions in Trish. Her hands and lips trembled with the need to soothe him, and her nipples grew hard and wet with the need to feed him. Thomas continued to lift him up over his head so he could meet his mother. He was about the size of a grain of rice, red and wailing and kicking and screaming. Trish peeled her eyes off of him, and tilted her head up to bring her lips to him.

“Shhhhh…” She hushed as gently as she could, and pursed her lips against his tiny body. He let out a few more choking sobs before calming against the overwhelming tide of his mother’s love. There was a sacred silence then, as father held son to mother’s lips.

After a time, the doctors rose to their feet to continue the work of giving the newborn a physical. But as they got closer, they were quickly forced to backpedal as Trish picked up her hands and cut them off. She cupped them around her family, jealously hoarding them away from the outsiders.

“It’s ok, Trish. He’s healthy. He’s strong. The doctors just have to do their check up.” Thomas soothed, pulling their child away from her and back into his embrace. Trish gave a sad smile and hesitantly relented, sitting back up and scooting away from the proceedings. Thomas could see the wet spots growing under her shirt. 

“Ok, but hurry. He’s hungry.” She urged them as she rubbed the front of her breasts uncomfortably.

It truly only took a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Trish, who could feel her milk waiting to burst from her. She didn’t even wait for them to fully get out of the door before she removed her top and snatched up her husband and son to press into her bosom.

The three of them had but a few precious minutes alone before the parade of newly minted grandparents, aunts, and uncles would be passing around the baby and giving the couple their well wishes.  For now, baby had to eat. Thomas helped coax the milk out of her in a way that they had been practicing for weeks now. He filled up a bottle with the thick white liquid erupting out of her. Once filled, he turned and descended down her boob to firmer ground near her collar bone. Trish used an arm to lift her boob up to make a large hill for Thomas to rest his back against. She couldn’t keep her other hand off the two of them. She held her finger tip against Thomas’s chest, who in turn held their little one to her, using the top of her finger to rest the bottle on as the infant sucked hungrily.

“He has your chin.” She admired.

“Mhm.” Thomas grinned. “And your eyes.”

“We made a baby.” She said with a goofy grin.

“Yes we did.”

“Little Baby Jeb.” Trish smiled.

“You mean Thomas Jr.”

“I’m his Mom and I say he’s baby Jeb.” She said, with an overly offended expression.

“He’s my baby too. Jeb can be his middle name.”

“I say he’s Jeb, by right that I can crush you like a grape between two fingers if you disagree with me.”

“Har de har har.” Thomas waved off the joke threat, even as Trish gave him a squeeze with her fingers. “We’re going to have to compromise on something.”

“You really want a Thomas Junior?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at him.” He said, shrugging his shoulder to show the baby eagerly sucking on the bottle. “Doesn’t he look like a Junior? Look at him going to town on that bottle.”

“I guess he does.” Trish relented. “But that could just be because the two of you are just too handsome.”

“Flirt.”

“It’s growing on me.” She decided. “He can be Thomas Jr.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah… you can have this one. His little brother can be Jeb.”

“A little brother? Honey, we just got this one.” Thomas’s protest transformed to cooing at his baby mid-sentence.

“That’s the deal, little man. He gets to be Thomas Junior so long as you keep me pregnant.”

Thomas felt his pants stir at her proposed deal. In just the twenty weeks since they discovered the life changing news that she was pregnant, she had doubled in size. In nine more months? She would double, and then double again. Sixteen hundred feet of his wife, the mother of his children, looming over the world. He wasn’t sure he would be able to manage it, but god he wanted to try.

“Of course.” He said. “But what about your mission to save the world?”

“I think my world is big enough… for now at least.” She whispered. She tried to run her finger down his leg, but her fingertip was too big. Instead, she just pushed him down a bit into her tit flesh.

“When can you start? ‘Cause you look really fucking sexy feeding our baby like that.” She punctuated the whisper with the bite of her lip. 

Thomas brushed it off and checked the time. “Later. It’s time to go fetch the grandparents.”

“Already?” Trish pouted, not wanting the magic of this moment to end.

“Yes, unfortunately. Please keep a lookout from up there so my Mom doesn’t kidnap him.”

Trish smiled, then gave him a serious look and a salute to accept the mission. She lowered her hand down to help ease her family off of her breast and onto her sternum, where Thomas carefully laid little Thomas on his stomach for some skin to skin contact with his mom. Trish plucked up Thomas, laid him on her lips for a kiss, and then reached her long arms down to set him on the bed next to her hips.

Once they were alone Trish poured all of her attention to the pint-sized treasure. She laid her finger tip against his back, squeezing him ever so gently against herself.

She laid there in complete love and satisfaction until her eyelids began to droop under the weight of the day's labors. She repositioned to lay her head on her arm, and dozed off while she waited for Thomas to return.

—

Trish startled awake by a metallic rumbling traveling through the ground and into here. At first she mistook it for the large construction equipment her father had used to help build this place. Then her ears picked up the sounds of blades chopping the air and the high pitched shrieks of fighter jets buzzing over the roof. Her heart sank into her stomach, immediately regretting pushing the envelope with the government.

Her first thought was how she would protect her baby. She started by cupping her hand around Thomas Junior laying on her chest, and then slowly rose to a sitting position. Slowly, carefully, she managed to transfer him into the center of her palm, then laid her other hand over him to shield him. Her eyes scanned the interior of the structure frantically, expecting a missile or a bomb to come hurtling through the roof at any moment.

What should she do here? Should she burst out and try to take them on? She figured she could, even if she had her hands wrapped around her baby. At four hundred feet tall her feet were each in excess of fifty feet long. Ground forces would not stand a chance. Just a few well placed stomps would be all it would take. But what about Thomas and the rest of her family? Could she be violent as she needed to be without also harming them in the process? She doubted it.

Should she just huddle up and try to ride out the assault? She recalled how quickly she healed after the first time she got attacked, as well as the impotency of the rockets bursting against her in Seattle. She was pretty sure she would be able to withstand it. But again, what about Thomas and her family? What if staying here meant failing to protect them?

Trish was paralyzed, and remained frozen in place until they breached the entrance with a series of explosives. A small group of soldiers marched through the hole alongside a trio of tanks rolling in a single file line. The long cannons of the war machines were aimed up at her and her baby, a threatening posture that made Trish's blood boil. Cannons and guns and death aimed at her baby? Her hand gripped more tightly around the pocket of air she made around Thomas Junior.

She tilted her chin up and set her lips in a frown. She cast her gaze down her nose at the impudent little bugs that were so bold as to challenge her, daring to interrupt her on this, the happiest day of her life. She was no longer paralyzed. She did not question whether she was capable of violence. There was only one thing that prevented her from flattening their tanks and smearing their bodies against the ground with a single kick of her fifty foot long feet: the answer to the question that Trish demanded the answer to in a stern tone with her world-shaking voice:

“Where's Thomas?”