— Thomas —

"Thomasssss!" Kim's voice lilted through the Villa. And so began our daily ritual. Kim wakes up having grown another inch or two, and her first instinct was always to seek me out to compare herself to the second tallest contestant. 

The taller she got, the more humiliating it became. Three days ago she was slightly more than foot taller than me. That put me at eye level with her tits, which were still growing far faster than the rest of her. When we were matched up at the beginning, she had a pair of b-cups, now I wouldn't know how to classify them.

She had grown around three inches by the next morning. I was still eye-level with the swell of her bust but her lead was gaining. She was an unheard of 8 feet tall. I was looking slightly up at her underboob then. At that point she was probably the tallest human being on the planet. 

Now she was calling for me again, and I just knew that this would be the morning where her tits hung fully over my head. She had already passed that mark with Aaron yesterday, to her endless amusement. She showed the fact off to us all day: holding onto him from behind, resting tits that rivaled the size of his head on top of him, making a show of bending down to put them level with his head, and laughing at him. Always with the laughing, like it was all just so hysterical. I dreaded her laughing at me like that.

Luckily, it wasn't too hard to avoid her. As far and away the most interesting person on the show, she was heralded by a ring of cameras following her every move. I managed to give her the slip a few times by catching the lead cameraman rounding the corner in front of her.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her stop calling. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid her all day, but I could at least hope she would get distracted lording her size over someone else.I was just about to relax when another voice called out.

“Thomas!” This time, it wasn’t Kim. It was Monica, and she sounded scared. Her cry for help was joined by other chatter. I rushed to the courtyard to see Kim standing tall in her ring of cameras, one hand shielding her eyes from the sun as she made a show of looking for something, the other hand on her hip. The crew gathered around her seemed to be pleading with her, but she completely ignored them as I came into view.

“Oh, Thomas! There you are. I was looking everywhere for you. Have you seen Monica by the way?” She asked, her question dripping with false innocence. Getting closer, I could see now what the crew was pleading with her about. Monica was trapped between Kim’s legs, the tall woman’s thick thighs completely engulfing her. Her head was trapped against her crotch, the top of her head not even reaching her belly button. Monica had both arms braced against one of Kim’s legs, but she was too strong for Monica's struggles to impact her.

“Let her go Kim.” I begged, trying my best to be firm. 

“Huh? Let who go?” She asked, continuing to play dumb. She brought both of her hands to her hips and gave her thighs a squeeze, causing Monica to groan.

“Stop it, you know what you’re doing.” I said as I stepped forward to grab Monica’s arm.

“Oh my god!” She said, finally releasing the woman as she looked down. “Sorry Monica, you’re just so tiny I didn’t see or feel you down there!” She lied.

“Not funny Kim.” I said, trying to sound tough. I pulled Monica into my embrace, her shoulder was warm from being pressed up against Kim’s crotch. Kim just shrugged her huge shoulders.

“I thought it was. What’s the deal with you anyway? I was looking for you all morning. I think you’re finally shorter than my big boobies.” She giggled, taking a step towards where I was comforting Monica. I turned my back to her, hoping that she would go away if I didn’t pay attention to her.

I felt her hands grab by my shoulders and pull me towards her, the bottom of her tits brushing the top of my head as she held me close. I froze.

“I’m 9’ 1” today.” She said proudly. “I bet you feel like a pretty big guy holding little Monica to your chest like that. She’s a tiny little thing isn’t she?” She was. Her arms folded between us, her head buried in my chest.

“To me though you’re the tiny little thing. I’m so much taller than you… taller than you are compared to Monica.” She rubbed her hand on my shoulder, bringing her hand to rest against my neck, easily palming it. I had finally had enough. I scooped up Monica and carried her away, much to Kim’s amusement.

“See ya pipsqueek!” She called out after me. I ran all the way to our room, refusing to look back at the toga clad giant behind us. When we got back to the room I sat Monica down and slammed the door closed, resting my head on it as I tried to control my breathing. Monica came behind me, placing her tiny hands on my back, rubbing me reassuringly.

I slowly got my breathing under control, taking deep breaths as I focused on the feeling of Monica’s fingers rubbing my back, and tried to banish the thought of Kim looming large behind me. As I calmed, Monica’s hands wandered lower and lower, and started to unbutton my jeans.

I turned to face her, her face flush with arousal. She freed my rising cock from my pants, her eyes sparkling as she watched it swell larger and larger for her. She wrapped her small hands around it, coaxing me forward to the bed to sit while she went down on me, taking as much as my length as she could manage into her mouth.

“Wrap your legs around me.” she begged between mouthfuls. “Squeeze me with your legs.” She said as she began to finger herself. I obliged, much to Monica’s enjoyment, her moans vibrating the inside of her mouth as she sucked me off.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” I asked as we cuddled after, palming one of her butt cheeks in my hand.

“Yeah it was great.” She said.

“No, I mean, Kim trapping you in her legs. It turned you on.” Monica’s face grew hot.

“So…”

“How can you not be angry at her for that?”

“It’s complicated…”

“Well, I don’t like it. She clearly gets off on lording things over us. The last thing her ego needs is you pumping it up even further. You’re mine. Understand?”

“Mmm, so demanding.” She said, rubbing her fingers on my chest.

“I’m serious.” I gave her butt a squeeze.

“And I’m seriously turned on.” She giggled, and slid up my body to jiggle her little boobs over my face.

— Pete —

“11-80 at Villa South. Over.” I pressed pause on the footage I had been reviewing. It was from two days ago but I kept coming back to it. It was a nice shot of Kim and Valerie on the pool’s edge watching the men show off their muscles as they worked out. It was a classic shot of this genre of reality show, rendered surreal by Kim’s size. She was an amazing 8 and a half feet tall then. It made Valerie look like a child in comparison. I looked to the wall where I had my cheat sheet of radio codes. I ran my finger down the columns till I got to 11-80. 11-80: Major Injury. Great.

I pulled my jacket on and began to head to the beach south of the Villa. As I approached I saw the crew had set up a volleyball net. Cedric was writhing on his back screaming bloody murder. When I got closer I could see that his leg was completely shattered below the knee. Ten feet away, sitting on her butt with her legs folded in on herself was Kim, a huge blood stain on her right knee. Medical reported that she had reached nine feet tall this morning, and I realized I didn’t understand what that really meant until I saw her in person. Charlie and Aaron were flanking her, hands on her shoulders to comfort her. She looked embarrassed, above all else. 

I regarded the scene for a bit, letting Charlie understand that I was watching him while the medical team prepared to transport Cedric to the med tent. Once he was gone I signaled the production assistants to join me off to the side.

“What happened?” I asked with a stern tone.

“They were playing volleyball today, and Kim fell into the net and landed knee first on Cedric’s leg.” Charlie confessed, and I can already see the excuses being formulated behind those dumb, beady eyes of his.

“And why did we think it was a good idea to let her play?” I asked calmly. No one dared to answer.

“So did we not think it was a good idea? Or did we simply not have ideas today?” I spat. I let them sit in my disappointment while I figured out how to proceed.

"Alright. Here is what we do. Who's the next guy on deck? Jacob? Bring him in early and get him introduced. From now on no more physical challenges for Kim."

“Sir…” one of the p.a.’s spoke up, the one in charge of Monica. “I want to raise some safety concerns about letting Kim remain on the show.”

"A little late for that." I said.

"I think she means in general." Another voice chimed in. "Kim's behavior has been getting…"

"Concerning." another added. I shot Charlie a look.

"What's been happening?"

"She is getting increasingly physical with the other cast members. Like she touches them a lot."

"So? It's a show about hot people touching each other."

"She uses her strength and size to intimidate them." I didn't let my eyes off Charlie, enjoying seeing him wilt at his coworker’s words. 

"Like what?"

"Like today. Her legs are close to Monica’s height, so she stepped over her and pretended she didn't notice that she had been trapped between her legs."

"The cast is getting scared." Another said and the others nodded along.

"Alright. I hear you. Everyone but Charlie go get the cast ready for testimonials." I waited for the crew to dissipate. Charlie looked like a punished child.

"What the fuck Charlie?" I asked with a calm and low tone. "She's touching people? Intimidating them?"

"It's her new character. She enjoys power."

"Who the fuck approved that?"

"I just thought…"

"Shut up. You need to fix this. Get Kim back on track of being the oversized girl next door. If I hear about one more slip up, or god forbid, an injury, she's off the show."

I could tell by the way he set his jaw that he wanted to resist this order.

"I thought injuries were good for ratings," he said, dumbly repeating my earlier wisdom.

"Twisted ankles and little cuts are good for ratings! That man's leg is shattered into forty pieces!" I screamed in his face, not caring who heard. "Now go do your job!"

— Charlie —

The rest of the crowd began to dissipate as the sun approached the horizon. Pete's warning about cutting Kim from the show rang in my ears as I sat with her.

I had a hard time reading her emotional state. The tears had stopped a few minutes ago, leaving only a blank expression as she stared into the ocean. I flinched when she suddenly stood and stepped into the ocean, then kneeled down to clean Cedric's blood from her knee.

I took off my shoes and followed her into the surf, once more placing my hand on her shoulder. She turned to me and flashed me a half smile.

"How are you doing?" I asked somberly. Immediately the bravery fell from her. She collapsed to sit in the water and bury her head against her knees and her back shook with uncontainable sobs. I rubbed her back, taking in how unnaturally large she was. She wasn't just tall. She was big all over. Her shoulders, her neck, all magnified to almost twice the size she had been before.

“I knew this would happen.” She sobbed. “People are going to be scared of me forever now.”

Get her back on track to being the oversized girl next door. Pete’s order rang in my ear. Yes. People would be scared of her after this. The domineering attitude would have to be scrapped. We would have to play up how scary getting bigger is for Kim. We could make her the victim again…

“Can I tell you something, Charlie?” She said softly, her voice still choking a bit on her emotions. I gave her a pat on the back to encourage her.

“Ever since the snake bite I’ve been having… I don't know, cravings.” 

Uh oh, I thought. I couldn’t stop the memory of her trembling in my arms as I was carrying her to the med tent that night from replaying in my head. Of course I had noticed this other change in her. How she was spending more and more ‘alone time’ in her room, with or without Aaron. How in some shots a dazed and longing expression would wash over her face and distance her from reality. About how her eyes tracked seemingly everyone with a hungry look. How her thick nipples were more often than not hard and erect and stretching the fabric of her makeshift dresses. I had put on blinders to this, hoping in vain that most of it was Kim trying on a hyper sexual persona for the benefits of the cameras, rather than some other mysterious physiological change in her.

“Why are you telling me this?” I finally asked. 

“I heard what Pete was saying to you. I’m worried he’s going to take me off the show if I keep slipping up. And, I dunno, I have a feeling I’m going to keep slipping up.”

“What do you mean ‘slipping up’?”

“You know, the cravings… as I get bigger it’s getting harder to resist them.”

A terrible question occurred to me, and I realized my mouth was already in motion to ask it without consulting with my brain about whether or not I wanted to actually know the answer.

“Is it because they’re getting more intense, or…” I left Kim to connect the rest of the dots.

She dunked her knee below the water and let the last bits of Cedric’s blood wash away. I could see her considering it, or perhaps, considering whether she trusted me enough to admit the truth.

“They’re definitely getting more intense.” She said. “And the bigger I get… the less reasons I see for me to not get what I want?”  This was not good. I could see that Kim was having some sort of epiphany. I needed desperately to push her back in line.

Or did I? Pete’s order to revert Kim back to a milder version of herself would be bad for Kim. For one, Kim simply wasn’t that person any more. For two, that mild version of her was what was going to get her kicked off the show in the first place. And what about me? Suppose I did come up with a sequence of words to convince Kim to go along with Pete’s vision. Suppose even that Pete finds this interesting enough to keep her on the show, would Pete or any of his executive friends give me another shot after what has been happening here? I doubted it.

No, it didn’t make sense to go along with Pete’s plan. Kim was the star of the show here. Kim could carry the whole damn season if Pete would let her… and maybe if she kept getting bigger, he wouldn’t need to let her. When she was seven feet tall I thought it would be impossible for her to be ten feet tall, but she could be taller than that by the end of the week. If she got big enough, then…

“Do you like it now? Getting bigger I mean.” I tested the waters as my plan began to form. Kim bit her lip, and ran her fingers nervously through her hair.

“Yeah.” She admitted.

“Even if you get really crazy big like twelve feet tall?” Kim tilted her head in confusion.

“I don’t think that’s that crazy. That’s less than I’ve grown already.”

“How big then?” I asked. Kim bit her lip again and cast her eyes to the side. She brought her hair over her shoulder and ran her fingers through it to comfort herself.

“I dunno… I’ve been having these fantasies about being really, really big. Like, really big.” 

That was promising. The threat of her becoming a big depressed woman was squarely in the past. I waited for her, giving her a look to demand specifics.

“Like… twenty feet tall?” she ventured. I had been working with her for a long time. When I wasn’t directly in her shadow I was editing videos of her. I knew all of her ticks. I could tell she was lying. I could tell she was giving me a lower number than she actually dreamed about. Twenty feet tall was more than perfect. There was no way she could get that big of course, but it meant that there was essentially no limit to her desire to continue growing. Perfect.

“I think Pete is wrong about you.” I finally said. “I think you are clearly the star here. Those cravings of yours, I think you should act on them.”

“But won’t Pete kick me off the show?” She asked.

“He won’t be able to afford to. And what is he going to say to a twenty foot tall woman? No?”

At the mention of being twenty feet tall, Kim clutched her abdomen between her hips and her belly button as if to hold on to an ache. Her nipples, already poking into the thin cups of her makeshift bikini grew even more erect. 

“I’d love if he tried.” She said under her breath.

Fuck yes. Kim was going to be the most powerful person on the island, and I was going to be there every step of the way, guiding her and pulling her strings, making me essentially the most powerful person on the island. Visions of my feet kicked up on Pete’s desk. Him approaching me with his clipboard begging me to help him get Kim to do what he wanted.

My fantasy was interrupted by a firm pressure being applied to my neck. Kim had unfolded her arm from her knees and was grabbing my neck. I could feel her fingers wrapping behind my head, and her thumb stretching up to squeeze my face. I assume if she wanted to, she could easily snap my neck with one hand. I froze, and stared forward at her her playful and dreamy expression.

“Thanks Charlie. I was sort of starting to doubt myself for a bit there, but I think you helped put things in perspective.” She gave my head and neck a squeeze, applying a little more pressure than was comfortable for a length of time that was doubly so.

“I know your job is to manipulate me to cause the most drama on the show. Like how you told me to confess my love for Thomas even though I know you knew about him wanting to switch to Candice.” She used her thumb to roll my head on my shoulders. I brought my hands up to resist her, but all it took was her to bring her other hand to my neck to quash any hope of escaping.

“I just want to make this clear. I’m done being your plaything, ok?”

I nodded shortly with my restricted movement in the palms of her hands. She forced me towards her, puckered her lips, and gave me a big kiss on the top half of my head. She released me suddenly after that, causing me to stumble back into the surf as she stood all the way up.

“Come on little guy.” She called after me as she began to walk up the beach towards the Villa. I brought my hands to my neck to where she had held me and dwelt for a second on just how strong she had become.

I shook my head. She was just a dumb reality show contestant. Easy to manipulate. Everything I was seeing here, this was me. I set her on this path, and I could put her on a new one if things got out of hand, right?

— Valerie —

“She didn’t mean to.” I defended, holding Candice as she cried in the lounge.

“It’s just so crazy, like, we all came here to find love and now Kim is like this giant freak.” the blonde sobbed, wiping the tears out of her eyes in an effort to maintain her makeup.

“Like, isn’t this fucking weird?” She asked.

“Yeah, it’s pretty weird.” I admitted. “But it’s not Kim’s fault she’s getting bigger.”

“Yeah but I feel like she did it on purpose. Like she was getting revenge on me for making a move on Thomas when I got here.” She admitted. “Is that crazy?”

“Yes, it is. You saw it, it was just an accident. She might be big but she’s still Kim.”

“She’s, like, a monster.” she sobbed.

“You don’t mean that. I’m sure she feels terrible about it too. I recognized that there’s, like, a lot of bad energy between you and Kim.” I said, waving my hands to gesture to Candice’s aura. “Tomorrow we should sit down with the three of us and clear the air.” I said.

Candice wiped her tears again, and I held her close. It took the rest of the night to convince her to come with me to talk to Kim, but she’s, like, a Sagittarius, so she caved. The next morning, I met Candice in the courtyard and walked arm in arm with her to Kim’s room.

“This will be healthy.” I reassured her as we approached. We reached her door just as soon as Aaron was exiting looking very tired.

“Hey Aaron!” I said with excess cheer.

“Oh, hey.” He said.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

“Fine.”

“How’s Kim?”

“Bigger.” He said tersely and turned to walk away. Candice froze next to me, unable to physically get closer to Kim’s bedroom door. I coaxed her forward gently.

“She’s still just Kim.” I reminded her as I knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Kim’s voice called cheerfully through the door.

Kim was sitting on her bed, surrounded by the medical team, a camera crew, and a few producers. The medical team was packing up to leave, while the producers were hard at work trying to piece an outfit together for her. Kim seemed content to observe from above, taller than everyone even when seated on the bed. Her face lit up when she saw us.

“Hey girls!” She smiled and beckoned us in.

“Hey Kim!” I smiled back. Candice was looking anywhere else except in Kim’s direction. I guided her forward to sit in a chair next to the bed. I could tell Kim was studying Candice, trying to get a read.

“Candice wanted to come and clear the air about what happened yesterday.” I prompted.

“Hey, could you guys wait to have this conversation until after we get Kim’s outfit finished?” The producers chimed in. Kim made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

“I’ll keep the blanket on, just keep rolling.” Kim reassured them. “Go on Candice.”

Candice swallowed and finally looked towards Kim.

“I just needed to know that what happened yesterday wasn’t on purpose.” She said flatly.

“Why would I crush Cedric’s leg on purpose?” Kim challenged, her tone immediately getting defensive.

“Because of what I did to you and Thomas.” She confessed, but I could tell from her tone that saying it out loud to Kim was helping her realize how crazy it sounded.

“What you did to me and Thomas hurt me.” She admitted. “But Cedric was really an accident, I promise. No matter what happened between you, me, and Thomas, I would never hurt someone just to get at you.”

Candice looked satisfied enough with that answer. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course it was an accident. I’m sorry Kim.”

“It’s ok.” She sighed. “It must be kinda scary how big and strong I’ve become, huh?” A smile curling on her lips, like she was teasing us with her size. Candice certainly didn’t have an answer to her question, and I was too struck to offer one myself.

“Hey, can I show you girls something?” She said, and before we could answer she pulled aside the blankets, revealing her nakedness. Candice averted her eyes, but my eyes immediately wandered to the gap in her thighs as she stood up, rising above our heads.

“Listen closely…” she instructed us. “Do you hear it?”

I listened intently as I watched Kim alternate between straightening her back and slouching as she steadied herself with her hands planted on the ceiling. The motion caused her big tits to jiggle and bounce along with her. Despite that distraction, I managed to find what Kim was trying to show us.

“Oh my god.” I said, realizing what I was hearing. “Is your head touching the ceiling?”

“That’s right!” She said, laughing down at us. When I finally managed to peel my eyes off of her, I looked to Candice to see any goodwill that had been gained from this conversation melting from her face as she looked at Kim’s knees coming up to her waist.

“10 feet tall today! I’m in the double digits!”

Candice couldn’t take anymore, and quickly gathered her things to leave. When she had cleared the room Kim sat back down on the bed, but didn’t bring the blankets back around her, choosing to remain naked in front of me as she laughed.

“I think the little girl is jealous” She ridiculed Candice.

“You did that on purpose.” I accused her.

“Little old me?” She said with feigned innocence, bringing a hand to her chest in a gesture that said: ‘well I never!’

“Candice came to clear the air, why are you making things worse by lording your height over her, especially after what happened with Cedric?”

“I’m just being myself, and that means being big.” She told me, and started rubbing her hands down her body. “If she wants to be jealous or scared, that’s her issue. You’re not scared of me, right?” She asked, using her long fingers to tilt my head up to have me look her in the eye.

I was, a little, but there was something about her size and power that was intoxicating to me. Kim watched me as I tried to sort through these emotions, the corners of her mouth curling in a smile. I knew she could see right through me, the desire I had for her mixed with fear. I saw through her too. She was loving this.

“No ma’am.” I answered obediently.

“Good. Thanks for trying to smooth things out with Candice, even if I ended up ruining it. I’m glad to have you as a friend.“ She said to me as her long arms held me close, pushing my face into her neck. I could feel her nipple begin to stiffen against me as she held me tightly. Her hand gently and sensually rubbed my back. I tried to pull away, but she held me in place. I could feel a mutual desire building between us as she held me to her neck. The smell of her was making me wet. Eventually she pushed me from her. Both of our faces were flush with lust. As I saw her sitting on the bed, head and shoulders taller than me, it felt like a near miss. Like she was ready to rip my clothes off at any second.

“Did you see Aaron on your way in?” She asked, chewing her lip. “I need to talk to him about something.”

The producers gave each other a look and started to pack up their things as if this was all a well known ritual.

“Yeah, he was just leaving as we came in.”

“Be a doll and fetch him for me?” She asked, leaning back on her arms and letting her bare breasts fall apart.

I wanted to tell her, ‘no, let me pleasure you’, but it was a line I was not yet ready to cross. Aaron was a lucky guy, I thought, being chosen by someone like Kim. I followed the producers out to find him for her.