Inspired by this story: https://giantesscity.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=80782
John, 5'10", scientist, primary inventor of the serum
First Trial Subjects
1. Sam, 31yo, 5'4" brunette, legal aid, John's wife (after "busty girl next door" pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic)
fertility hormones during treatment cause her to get incredibly busty
she becomes nuturing/sexy, and enamored with flaunting her new body for John because of the attention it gets
2. Eliza "Lizzy", 38yo, 5'5" blonde, washed up stripper barely making ends meet
3. Yolonda, 22yo, 5'6", african american, initially chunky (after "african queen" pic pic pic pic)
Kamar, 25yo, 6'2", big guy, half built, half chunky
Spencer, 28yo, 5'11", clean cut white guy who 'looks rich'
First Phase
Follow the three test subjects. Sam becomes nurturing/sexy. Yolonda becomes dominant/sexy. Lizzy was always sexy.
Second Phase
Harris Tunny - billionaire,
pays Lizzy for 1 night, semi-stalks her, until he finds out what caused the growth
buys research group, makes a bargain with the FDA to approve it for limited experimental use (delaying mass availability)
recruits and selects two girls to become the first two 'Tunny Girls'
they enjoy the growth process, as he takes glamor photos of every phase
they also pleasure Harris in the off hours
Harris publicizes the girls, starts a magazine featuring the photos
converts two more, as he sees the number of applicants surge as becoming a Tunny Girl is the only way to get access to the treatment
he makes preparations to open a nightclub
shifts his strategy, selecting a 'normal' application for the treatment, and photographing her in her home, making her transformation all the more dramatic
meanwhile, he's getting applications with increasingly explicit descriptions of how they'll let him enjoy their transformation, which he also can't resist
Third Phase - Tunny Club
we see an 'everywoman' selected for the magazine, and how her life changes during and after the treatment
we see two cute young guys who visit a Tunny club for the first time, overwhelmed by the girls that take a special liking to them
we see Sam's confusion, happy to be pregnant, confused about her place in the world, upset about her husband's association with Tunny girls, throwing herself at him to keep his attention
we see pregnancy checkups for the original 3. they don't "show" much because they are so huge the baby is hardly noticable
we see Lizzy's popularity surge as she rides publicity about the Tunny magazine and club
Fourth Phase - it's in the milk
babies are born "normal" size. two boys and a girl. Sam's girl baby grows 175% in 15 days. By the end of month 1, she's 44in (3.6'), which is nearly double the length of normal babies.
( By 1 year 58in (4.8'), by 2 years 72in (6'), by 3 years 78in (6'5") )
John is fascinated the baby is affected, but only after birth, and started studying how it's possible. Eventually he finds the gene trigger present in Sam's mother's milk. / They collect a sample of her milk to test on a human subject.. confirming their suspicions. they share this with Harris. / They discuss the consequences for the human race.
Fifth Phaze - women share it directly (milk), the change spreads out of control
high school age girl transformed, spreads it to her girlfriends, see the affect on their boyfriends
teacher transformed
personal trainer transformed - spreads it to her willing clients
Lizzy hounded to spread it at the strip club
Jason's ex g/f wants to transform, begging Lizzy for it
small town is first place where 'every woman in town' is transformed
Sam (as patient 0) and John (the inventor) discuss
Story
Scientist invents fertility gene therapy, which is starting human trials with three subjects
John slips his wife Sam into the first human trials under a pseudonym (he justifies the ethics of doing so)
In addition to rejuvenation, it causes slow growth (about 4% a day, capping at around 175%, near 8'10" after 15 days)
While it's happening, John is concerned how far it will go...they make some calculations based on a hypothesis and suggest the growth will stop in a few days, Sam will be 6'2", which is pretty tall, but not horrible. They are totally wrong.
During the 2 week treatment, Sam (along with the other two women), grow from about 5'1" to about 8'10".
Sam was proportionally busy and becomes even moreso. Regular exercise makes Lizzy fit and muscular. Yolonda is big boned, and becomes massive.
The research group is suddenly in the limelight
all the girls are pregnant (fertility treatment worked)
a growing group of women from all over are picketing and demanding they receive access to the treatment
John is privately approached by women, trying to coerce him into treating them 'on the side'
the girls become increasingly famous, a joint interview causes them to meet
the FDA initially takes the bureaucratic route, and rejects the drug on account of the unintended side effects
the company re-submits the drug and results as a growth serum, putting the FDA in an ethical dilemma, and calls to congress and the president to 'make the call'
they have heated discussions about the potential impact to society
Lizzy's wealthy suitor buys the research group and starts selecting girls to be his new giant girlfriend(s)
Sam's Story
Day 0 - 5'4" modest-C
From 5'4" to 5'7" they notice her bust growth more than height, triggered by the fertility hormones she's taking.
Day 1 - 5'4" - she takes her fertility hormones, and her chest inflates from C to D in 8 hours
obviously none of her bras fit, she's busting out of a sports bra (pic)
Day 2 - 5'6" - she takes her fertility hormones, and her chest inflates from D to DDD in 8 hours
..John finds out she's taking the fertility hormones and tells her to stop
From 5'7" to 5'11" she's get excited about her height. It makes her feel sexy, and she uses that to great affect with her husband. They are also both excited about how the side effects might be valuable, as many people want to be taller.
Day 3 - 5'7"
Day 4 - 5'10"
At 6' she's taller than John, which she teases him about, but also expresses concern. He relates their hypothesis that she shouldn't get much taller than 6'2".
Day 5 - 6'1"
At 6'3" she's more than taller than him, she's heavier, more fit, and stronger. She's concerned because it's not stopping. He is too, but shares their lab hypothesis that it can't go on much longer. Turns out they are wrong.
Day 6 - 6'4"
At 6'6" she's irked, appeals to him to 'make it stop', and tries to blame him for rushing into trying it on her. (Even though she's the one who rushed to down the serum) He's conflicted between his attraction to her new sexy appearance, and his intimidation at her height and displeasure.
Day 7 - 6'7"
At 6'9" she is bursting out of every piece of clothing she has, and thinks this is getting ridiculous, as his team's prediction was obviously wrong. How is she suppose to work, or lead a normal life? She explains how she doesn't even answer the door for packages. On top of it, her pregnancy test keeps coming up negative, and she starts to question whether the serum was even intended to help with fertility. They end angry with each other.
Day 8 - 6'10"
When she wakes up 7' tall, 14" taller than him, neither of them can believe it. She asks how it's even possible. He conjectures, but honestly he doesn't know. He provides some overly detailed science conjecture that goes over her head, but reminds her how smart he is. She taunts him that he's going to need to figure it out, because she doesn't think people will want to be this tall. He challenges that he's not so sure. "what do you mean?" He admits she's quite a sight - she's now stunningly beautiful, and at her height she's quite (intimidating, arousing, impressive, incredible) to be near. She latches onto his glimmer of interest, teasing him about his attraction to her state of bursting out of her clothes, and then dominantly makes out with him.
Day 9 - 7'1"
At 7'4", she's becoming a bit slap-happy about the whole thing. She starts teasing him for being a foot shorter than him. ("wow you seem so short now." expressing her surprise that he married her despite her formerly being so short) He explains that having a small girlfriend has it's benefits. ("Like how you used to pick me up and toss me around?") She proceeds to pick him up, joke about how holding him is more manageable than she expected. She then carries him into the bedroom and tosses him onto the bed. Looking up at her tall scantily clad body standing over the bed, he can't help but get aroused. She notices, and jokes that even if she's now a freak in the rest of the world, at least he seems to enjoy it.
Day 10 - 7'4" (18")
At 7'7", she starts going into "heat". Feeling so much physical urge to have sex, she starts coming onto him as soon as she wakes. She has sex ferociously, yet moment later she starts touching herself because she can't help it. Eventually, with more prodding from her, he's riled back into action and they have sex again. Eventually he rushes off to work late, where they observe the same heightened sexual arousal in the test rat. When he gets home, the lights are out, candles are lit, and he finds her spread on the bed naked to seduce him. She tells him how she's been thinking about him all day, and how much she wants him. (nothing seems to matter to her aside from getting sex, so they have sex, several times) Then she pleasures herself.
Day 11 - 7'7" (21")
At 7'10", she wakes up still in heat. He tries to complete their morning ritual of measuring her, but she doesn't even care, she just wants to have sex. She uses her wit and body to entice him into her, though due to their size differences, she isn't getting enough out of it. She still encourages him, using language related to him 'putting his seed in her', and other fertility related visuals. Afterwords, she unapologetically finishes herself with her hand. When he asks why, she delicately explains he's just not filling her up enough anymore. Maybe it's time for him to take the serum, and they can be the world's first freak giganto couple. That night she's just as frisky with him.
Day 12 - 7'10"
At 8'2", she is calm and sleeping like a baby in the morning. He heads off to work, and they find the test rat calmed as well, eventually deducing that she's pregnant. When he gets home, she seems 'back to her normal self'. He asks if she's feeling all right (what do you mean?), well, you've been especially frisky these last couple days. She confesses she's been a little demanding, she would apologize, but she knows he didn't mind at all. Then she explains that she feels like whatever it was, it passed. He asks if she's taken a pregnancy test, which brings on a sour look. He asks her to please take one, which she grumbles at. Eventually she does, and she comes running back in with the positive test stick. Picking him up and twirling him around, losing her balance, bumping into the fridge, and almost toppling over in the process. Her excitement over the pregnancy momentarily pushes the growth issue aside.
Day 13 - 8'2"
At 8'6", she asks if she could die. They have a somber conversation about the realities.. The scientists have not yet discovered what is causing the growth, so they have no idea when it will stop. He admits there are limits to how much the human body can 'scale up'. He asks if she's had any trouble breathing, supporting her weight, or standing up -- she hasn't. So far she seems very healthy, so she shouldn't worry about that. They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. What about the baby? They don't know if the serum will cross the umbilical barrier. If it does, the baby will be born with the gene-replacement therapy's effects as well.
Day 14 - 8'6"
At 8'10", She asks about when they are going to tell someone what happened to her. It's a delicate issue, as it'll have huge ramifications with the FDA, his company, and his career. If the world knows about her, they'll know what happened. She asks if they can at least find a clothing solution for her, as even the largest shirts are skin tight on her, and she can't fit into any bras. At first he's enthusiastic that they can absolutely fix that by ordering some custom sized clothes, but then he realizes that would leave a paper trail, and could get him in trouble. He asks if she could make do just a little longer. She teases that she can't leave, and she can't have clothes -- which sounds like she's become his kept sex slave. He professes that she's not locked up, that it's just probably better for them both if she stays out of the public eye until they know what is causing these effects. However, she's already coming onto him, and he can't resist her.
she can't however enjoy sex with him anymore (he's too small), so she just pleasures him and then pleasures herself.
Day 15 - 8'10"
The next day, she's still 8'10" on the dot, not a single bit of growth. She's pretty excited it finally stopped, and for the sake of her health, so is he. She reflects on the situation, her mind adjusting to the final reality. Her life will be completely different now. She would have liked it to stop somewhere shy of 6', but she's accepting that it didn't... she'll be in the Guinness Book of world records. She supposed she should give notice at her job. Maybe she could be the world's first giganto model. When she's no longer under house-arrest that is. She wonders if other people would willingly take the therapy, knowing how big they would get. He retorts that he doesn't think the FDA would approve it with these effects. She challenges him directly, asking if he would take the serum, so she could at least have a partner in her freakish giganto life. He backpedals on the topic. He needs to keep his job, to support them. She resigns that he's right. Then asks him how he feels about being married to a giant. How even when she's not under house arrest, how she can't do normal things any more. she can't ride a bus, she can't go to a movie theatre, she can't go to a restaurant, and how they'll never go anywhere without being gawked at. "It's true there are challenges, but we'll figure it out together."
(meanwhile, he's eyeing how her tits are popping out of her shirt, which she notices) "at least i don't have to wonder if you're attracted to me anymore" She 'pat checks' his groin, finding a budding erection. She teases him as she asks if he's so turned on by her just because she's more beautiful, or if it's also how big she is. He admits it's both, which surprises her a little. So ironic that you married a 5'1" shortie. Then she proceeds to tease her with her size, her tits, fondling, etc.
A few weeks later, the rat is healthy (like Sam), and the scientists have a working theory about the vector which affected growth. They are testing another fertility serum without it. He thinks it's time to tell the company about her. He lies and says it must have been an accidental contamination. They ask how far along she is. He explains the process has run it's full course, she's now 8'10". They are astonished, and ask him to repeat that the serum produced an 8'10" human? They are very upset he didn't disclose this sooner. They don't know what to do about it exactly, but they suspend him, effective immediately.
At home, he confesses he told them about her, and he's suspended. She encourages him, confirming they didn't fire him. She asks if that means she's no longer under house arrest. They didn't say anything about that. She's excited, as she's getting cabin fever being stuck in. She asks if they can go somewhere, anywhere. The park even. He's hesitant, but knows he can't keep her in the house forever. He challenges her about clothing, but she says she's figured out some stuff to wear.
They deal with the logistics of fitting her into a car, and go to the park. People are gawking at her from the moment she crawls out of the car. Snapping pictures with their cellphones, coming up and talking to them. She's happy to be outside, but they don't get a moment of peace. He sees a news van driving up, and hurries her to the car, narrowly pulling away from the space as they rush over with a camera. "Well that was not quite what I expected."
Their phones are ringing, and social media is lit up with video clips of her at the park. She wants to talk to the news. He is hesitant. "what are you going to say?" (she would tell them their 'story', that she was accidentally contaminated with a research therapy, and it had some unintended effects) He doesn't think it would be a good idea. She really wants *something* to do. She left her job and hasn't done anything for weeks. She squares off in front of him to get his full attention. She knows this is challenging, but she appeals to his promise to "figure it out together." She really wants to do it. He finally agrees, and she hugs and kisses him, which leads right into more.
We see the interview segment.
They show 'before' and 'after' pictures of her. Covering the basics of how it happened, and asking her what it's been like.
She talks about how the world is the same, but seems entirely different. She explains some instances of perspective change from her height difference.
They ask how her relationship with her husband has been affected. She coyly explains that things are good. They press and ask if he's upset by the change, as her new size is very intimidating. Has it had any negative effects on their intimacy. "no no,' she professes, explaining that their relationship is based on mutual respect, and that he's been very supportive. If anything, things are better. They press her for details. She carefully explains that as the photos showed, the serum had a pretty positive effect on her appearance, which has made her more confident, and her husband more interested, and we'll just leave it at that.
A week later, her phone has been ringing off the hook. People want to interview her, meet her, and a few have inquired about 'unique' modeling opportunities. She talks with John about one of the modeling offers. A car magazine wants her to to do a sports car photo shoot. They'll pay her a modest retainer up front, and if they use the photos she'll get a good backend bonus. They would custom make clothes for her. He puts two and two together, and realizes she'd be in bikinis and skimpy dresses. She challenges, "is that so bad? I'm finally going to look good in a bikni! I'm kind of excited about it." He grumbles a bit more, but finally gives in, admitting that he's just upset he's still suspended at work. He doesn't know if he should keep waiting, or quit and try to get another job.
We see the photo shoot.
People are astonished seeing her in person. John came along on the shoot as well.
They wisk her away to wardrobe and makeup and give John a place to sit in view of the shoot area.
A half hour later, she struts out, looking unbelievable. She's in a white crop top and pair of jean shorts, with her hair primped perfectly. She's still barefoot. They direct her to lay out in front of the car, ask her to elongate her toes, and start snapping away. The photographer gives her periodic direction, asking her to get into different poses. Sometimes she looks awkward, but most of the time she looks incredibly hot. Sometimes the poses are a bit too suggestive for John.
After a while, they send her away for a wardrobe change, and she comes back in a fire-engine red bikini, looking even sexier. The shoot continues. John is both proud to have his wife up there getting all the attention, and a little possessive about them gawking at her wearing something so sexy.
At the end, she's got a small group assembled around her who just want to talk or get closer to her. John walks up, and gets some strange looks before she pulls him in and introduces him as her husband... draping her arm around him and holding him against her.
In the next couple weeks, she gets a modeling agent, does three more bikini photo shoots, and an interview. With each one her fees ratcheting up. With the last one paying $18,000 for four hours of work, and more for additional uses of the photos. Meanwhile, John has been fired. They talk about it. Apparently the company figured out how to isolate the fertility related effects, and didn't want to continue research on the rejuvenation and growth because of a negative press cycle about ethical issues and their research. He's become her glorified chauffeur (as she can't drive a car on her own).
He throws in his opinion that she shouldn't be taking these 'trashy' modeling jobs. Ohh she doesn't disagree. She talked to her agent about it, but he says she needs to start somewhere, and the work can lead wherever she wants it to if she sticks at it. He's flipping through the magazine from the first shoot, and kinda berates her for a suggestive pose. She is surprised by his attitude. At first she challenges him, asking him to admit he finds the photo sexy, and then she shifts gears, rhetorically asking if he's jealous. "Ohh baby, come here, don't be jealous. I'm all yours. You literally gave me this body. They just get to look, but you get to put your hands all over me." ... sex insues...
Yolanda's story
all she wants is babies, infertility diagnosis making her depressed and desperate
his package is so big it's partially painful for her (but she likes it)
boyfriend doesn't know, and is upset she's over-eating and getting huge, even more so when the treatment starts
By 6'2", the weight has evaporated. Her boyfriend thinks she's 'fine' even if her height is a little freaky
At 6'4", her boyfriend thinks this is 'fucked up', but she uses her sexy body to seduce him without trouble
At 6'8", he starts complaining she's too tall,
she taunts that maybe he's not a big enough man to handle her... 'who you gonna find bigger than me?' he taunts, whipping it out, which she uses as a window to tease, seduce, and fuck him. he's no longer 'too big' for her, but feels just perfect
At 7', she has so much muscle definition he says the treatment turned her into a 'fucking she hulk'
she's kind of overjoyed, and spends some time talking with her about her muscles, and how incredible it is to be 7' tall, how all the other 'bitches' will envy her
she insists they go out in public, and they get stares everywhere they go
when back in private, he complains about how she was lording over him, how everyone was looking at him funny -- wondering what he was doing with a 'fucking she hulk'
the tables are turned on the body expectations, and she teases that his muscles aren't like they used to be, that he should hit the gym and tone up, which he responds to aggressively 'don't you be telling me what the fuck i should be doing'
'don't worry honey, you have it where it counts', and she seduces him
At 7'4", she's both high on her height and how she's going to be a 'fucking queen'
she meets her girlfriends, who are beyond astonished.. at first they don't even believe it is her
she enlists their help to find her some clothes she can wear
At 7'8", she's almost two feet taller than her boyfriend (and in heat)
She starts to talk down to him, belittle him for fun. he gets angry, and tries to assert his dominance by grabbing her, but she turns the tables easily and finds out she's even stronger than she looks. restraining him is no more difficult than restraining a small child, which she also teases him about
her arousal takes over, and she quickly starts to seduce him, which gets him hard even as he verbally and physically tries to resist her. he can't, and she basically forces herself on him, multiple times.
At 8', she's calmed down about sex, and isn't even that concerned about her height, she just has a warm glow
she tests herself, and is overjoyed she's pregnant, which he completely freaks out about (he thought she was on the pill)
she explains how much she wants a baby, almost like an obsession, which also kind of freaks him out.
he professes that he already spends everything he earns taking care of them, he's not ready to have to take care of a kid too
she tells him not to worry. she can start babysitting other kids. they'll make it work.
At 8'5", she's getting high on her transformation
she wants them to go out to a nightclub, which he thinks is crazy.he refuses until she threatens to just have her girlfriends take her.
she again has nothing to wear (only over-stretched spandex)
every gawks at her, which she loves. when women come up to her, she soaks up the compliments. when men come up to her, they are ultra fit and macho, and come onto her. she introduces them to her boyfriend, which makes them criticize him for being 'not enough for her'. She soaks it up, teasing with them, asking them how they would treat her (which seriously irks her boyfriend, but he doesn't override her alpha dominance)
when he returns from getting her a drink, she's again surrounded by handsome, tall, and fit men...and flirting with them
she takes her boyfriend onto the dance floor, and everyone gawks at her as they dance.. which she soaks up and feeds into, until she's dancing on her own for the crowd's cheers
A little while later, she realizes he's not on the dance floor. She sees him over the crowd, and follows him off into a hallway, asking 'where are you going?' He explains he's leaving. she's flirting with the other guys, putting on some kind of show. ('i'm just having a little fun. i'm here with you, baby.') ('it doesn't fucking feel like it.') and he walks off
At first she's just stunned. Then she regains her composure by talking to herself about how she doesn't need him, that she can have any man. She struts back into the club, looks for the guy her boyfriend would most hate seeing her with (spencer, the white guy), walks right up to him (while he's with another girl). her mere presence interrupts them, she asks if he can dance (he responds emphatically), she holds out her hand expectantly, forcing him to rudely walk away from the girl he was with.
On the dancefloor she seductively dances around him, finally wrapping around him from behind, and whispering to ask who the girl was.... 'that was... I mean, she was nobody..' ('that's what i like to hear') they flirt and grind on the dance floor, until he invites her back to his place. she scolds him for thinking she'd be so easy, but he retorts with smooth talk about how he's a total gentleman, but that she's such a unique woman, someone you come across once in a lifetime, that he doesn't want to let her out of his sight. she can see the amazing view from his condo, he'll just put on some smooth music, they can talk, and she can have the bed all to herself. she sarcastically teases ('ohh is that how it would be? Well, actually I'd like that.') She doesn't want to go home just to fight with her boyfriend.
At 8'11", she wakes at the guys house she went home with
she wakes up alone, and smells something great from the bedroom.
she enters the living room and leans against the wall on the periphery. she's impressed he's made her breakfast, and asks if he's like this all the time. (is there any other way for a man to be?)
He holds out a barstool for her, acting calm and cool, but as she makes her way over she can see his eyes go wide. She towers three feet over him, the bottom of her breasts a couple inches above his head before she sits down. He is still just there staring at her, 'what?' she asks.
He finally takes his seat. ('I'm sorry, but wow. Just wow.' he responds. That didn't answer her question at all, so she started at him expectantly wanting more. 'When I met you last night, I thought you were so tall and gorgeous I could hardly believe you existed, and now that you are here in my apartment, you somehow seem even taller and more radiant.)
('I probably am.') She casually responds, reaching for a fork and a bite of the breakfast.
He's puzzled and surprised. ('Excuse me? What?')
('I probably am taller than last night. A couple weeks ago I was five foot six, I underwent an experimental treatment, and it's been making me four or five inches taller every day since.')
('What? I don't mean to be rude, but that's not possible. Are you screwing with me')
('I assure you I am not.') she takes a bite of her breakfast. ('This breakfast is really good by the way. Mmmm. Amazing. Do you have any more?')
('Uhm.') He looked towards the empty pan, and then simply swapped her empty plate for his full one. ('You can have mine.')
('You were not kidding when you said you were a true gentleman. You are the exact opposite of my boyfriend, it's so nice.')
('You have a boyfriend? That dude at the club? I thought you were joking just to give me the shove off.')
('Unfortunately not, that's my boyfriend. He ditched me last night. Guess he couldn't handle me being the center of attention for once.')
('For once? How would you not always be the center of attention?")
('I told you, this has all happened in the last two weeks. I used to be very average looking.')
('...two weeks ago?') He asked. She nodded in response. ('Okay. Alright. Let's say I believe you. If you grew a few feet in a couple weeks, surely this would be news. Is this something I can read about?')
('Probably not. It's because of an experimental treatment, and we all signed non-disclosure agreements. This is all an unexpected side effect. I don't even know how many women they've given it to. They talked about others, so there must be at least a few.') She finished off the last two bites of her second breakfast, and gently pushed the plate away.
('What was the treatment supposed to do, if you don't mind me asking.)
('It's a fertility treatment. I was trying to have a baby, er, I am trying to have a baby.') She could see the surprise in his face. ('I can see this is all too much.')
('What, you mean the fact that you're growing four inches a day, or the fact that you're trying to have a baby with your boyfriend?')
('I should go.') She stood and he immediately stood as well, as if it was rude for him not to. He was so damn polite, and cute.
('I'm sorry, please don't.') He held his hands out, urging her to sit back down. She looked down at him, puzzled. For a moment she thought he looked like a miniature version of a man, though the whole world now looked like a miniature version of a world to her. She slowly sank back into her seat.
('Do you ever hope something astonishing will happen to you? And then one day it does? You are the most amazing woman I've ever laid eyes on. Your situation is complicated, certainly. However, I'd be a fool to let you walk out that door so easily. I'm glad you have a boyfriend, because that means you're not married. I think you need a new one. One who will treat you right. One who won't ditch you at a club. One who realizes how unique and amazing you are.')
She had to admit, this guy had something. It wasn't brazen macho attitude of her boyfriend, but something different. Courage maybe. Her boyfriend talked a big game, and it certainly pushed her buttons, but was often a coward. Maybe this guy was better for her. She decided right then and there to explore it, and teased back. ('Maybe one who will make me breakfast?') He smiled. ('Let's say you were my boyfriend. How would you feel about me wanting to have babies. I love babies. I want to have lots of them.')
('Well. I'd want to do some other things first, like have a first date, a first kiss, and i dunno, maybe enjoy the world a little. However, I loved growing up in a big family. When the time came, the more the merrier.")
('And you don't mind how much they cost? My boyfriend always gripes about that.")
('Uhm, no. I work hard to make sure that when the time is right, I can properly support my family.)
('I have to be honest with you. Last night I was mad at my boyfriend and being spiteful, coming onto you and coming here. However, I really like you and your home. You're so calm, and your home is so clean. It's nothing like my fucked up life.')
('We all have history. I'd just really like to see you again. Can I see you again?')
('Yes, of course, you can.') She held out her hand, thinking nothing of the gesture. Yet as soon as they touched, she could sense him respond. It was something about the way he looked at her, the way his fingers grasped her, almost trembling. It made her feel something she never felt with Kamar, cherished. She gently pulled him closer, his excitement becoming palpable as she did. Spencer didn't say a word, he just stared her in the eye and let her pull him in. She liked being able to lead him.
Kamar was so brazen, trying to always assert his dominance. In the past it had been a fun sexy battle. Recently, however, it was more often ending in anger. Kamar angry that he wasn't in control, and her angry that he needed to be.
Spencer was so different, so undemanding. She spread her legs and pulled him closer. Sitting on the stool, she was about a head taller than him. His eyes remained fixed on hers as she brushed her hand through his hair. She could tell this man didn't want to own her, he just wanted her. It was everything, from the way he looked at her, to the way his head gently moved towards her touch. The feeling was foreign and slightly intoxicating. ('I really shouldn't'), she cautioned, as if the confession would make her transgression less sinful.
Her head leaned down and both of their lips were pulled together as if by forces unknown. When they came together, there was no struggle, no aggression, only sweetness as their tongues lapped at each other. It felt so innocent she felt like she was learning to kiss for the first time. Several seconds later, he still hadn't laid a hand on her. As they kissed she pulled him closer, coaxing one of his hands to her side.
Instead of Kamar's aggressive grabbing, she was treated to a soft caress, as his hand gently and repeatedly slid over her side and back. As their kiss continued, she felt her body tingling with expectation, as each time he'd touch close to her breasts he'd back away. She wondered what he was waiting for, and considered forcing his hand, but decided she liked not knowing. She'd let him decide.
Then, unexpectedly, his tongue slipped out of her mouth and his hands fell from her body. Then he gently pulled her hands to her lap, his posture clearly stopping whatever they were just starting. "Yolanda, I am entranced by you, and I hope you'll continue to see me, but I don't want to further complicate your life. You should make a decision and talk to your boyfriend."
This man was so gentle and kind and good it was starting to irritate her. "And what if I don't want to?" Spencer looked at her with confusion. She pulled one of his hands up to her face, took his thumb into her mouth, and very suggestively sucked on it. She watched the enrapt look in his eye grow for several seconds before she let the digit free. For a moment he was silent, his jaw slightly slack from both shock and her aggressive tease.
"Yolonda, you are trying to have a baby with your boyfriend. There is no hurry here. I can wait." Despite his words, she could tell how much he wanted her, and this was much more fun than the way she had to fight with Kamar to get his attention. He again tried to stiffen his posture, but Yolonda merely saw it as a fun challenge.
"I don't want to wait." She reached for the hem of her spandex top, and peeled it off, freeing her bare breasts. With her sitting on the stool, they were only a little below his face, and she watched his gaze helplessly drift down to admire them. She could still see the struggle in his posture. He didn't think going any further was right, but somehow that challenge made the whole thing even more fun. She took his hands, and coaxed them to the bare flesh, gently enough to be sure he could easily resist if he wanted to.
Inside a few seconds, she watched his attitude shift. His defensive caution gave way to arousal as his hands pressed into her soft flesh, caressing, inspecting, admiring. She looked down watching him. Her chest was only slightly large for her frame, but her body had become so large that his hands looked like little paws pushing into her breasts, each one of which was nearly as large as his head. She enjoyed the way he touched her with care, not like a piece of meat. She wanted to encourage him further, so she reached her hands into his hair, caressing his scalp as she pulled his face towards her chest.
Like his hands, his lips were gentle at first, kissing and licking the tops of her breasts. She responded, straightening up, hands in his scalp both massaging and coaxing him closer to her nipple, where she had more sensation. When he got one into his mouth, his passion finally started to increase. He sucked and suckled against her, both hands wrapping the sides of one breast, kneading and squeezing it. It felt so different to have a man kissing and touching her to make her feel good, rather than to make himself feel good, the way Kamar did. "Mmmm. That feels nice, baby." Suddenly she had the desire to be more involved, so she reached for his chin and coaxed him up into another kiss. This time as they kissed his hands were more aggressive, one pulling her close, the other cupping and squeezing one of her breasts. As his crotched bumped against hers, she could feel the obvious erection in his pants. She reached a hand to his butt, pulling and forcing him to grind into her.
Several minutes later, he was still kissing and grinding into her, and she was feeling like this was an endless teenage makeout session. She wanted to know what it was going to take to get this guy to take her to his bedroom and fuck her. Her taking the lead initially seemed to mean she was always in the lead, though when she thought about it, she kind of liked it. She thought days when Kamar would literally hoist her up and throw her on the bed to get what he wanted. He seemed to enjoy it. Why couldn't she have that kind of fun?
She broke free of their kiss, and in one smooth motion, reached under his arms, slid off the stool, and hoisted him off the ground to straddle her, and started walking. The whole thing caught him off guard, "w-what are you doing?"
"I'm taking you to your bed, assuming you're okay with that." At first he seemed shocked, then he just nodded. The whole thing made her feel so powerful. Making the decision, carrying him so easily. When they reached the bed she had an urge to toss him, but it was a long way down so she tried to set him down more gently. As she stood there over the bed, peeling off her stretchy bottoms, he looked up at her in awe. "You should take your clothes off."
As if snapping out of a trance, he raced to get out of his shirt and pants, throwing them to the floor. When he was finally naked, she crawled into the bed, caressing his leg, approaching his crotch. When she got there, she felt disappointment. She had thought this guy was perfect, but of course the universe couldn't allow that. She knew Kamar was unusually big and that Spencer wasn't quite fully erect, but there was no doubt the size of his unit was underwhelming. At her former size it might have been enough, but recently even Kamar's massive cock had barely been enough sensation to get her off, and now she was even bigger. She briefly chuckled in discomfort as her hopes of getting rammed by a huge cock faded. "What?" Spencer inquired.
"I've just never carried a man to bed before. It was kinda fun," she replied, knowing nothing ruined a man more than feeling his penis was inadequate.
"Honestly? It was fucking h-h-ot." His words stuttered and trailed off as she put her hands on his cock and started teasing him. She was planning just to get him ready, but the more she held his little cock in her hands, the more she realized how disappointing it would be to put it inside her. Her enthusiasm for this whole affair started to dwindle as she imagined getting a mediocre hand job instead. What she needed was to get this guy to go down on her. Kamar had never been willing, but this guy and Kamar were like black and white, literally.
"Spencer?" She waited for him to nod to be sure her teasing wasn't taking too much of his attention. "I want to give you an epic blowjob, but I find guys always get a little sleepy after. Would you mind doing me first?"
"N-no. Of course not." His words were a little wavered, but he seemed willing enough. She moved away enough for him to give her some space on the bed, and then she crawled up to take his place. Only at her height her head was at the top of the bed, her crotch was at the bottom, her legs were bent, and her feet were resting on the floor.
Spencer was in awe of how she looked not fitting on the bed. It was like a surreal dream that didn't seem possible, except it was happening. He walked around to the foot of the bed, and crawled up between her legs, gently caressing each of them.
She couldn't prop her head up enough to see him, but she could feel him, gently making he way towards her sex. She was more than wet and ready. What she really wanted was for him to get on with it and ram her, but since that wasn't going to happen she decided to let him work at his pace. His fingers found her clit first, massaging the liquids around and opening the folds. At first she was concerned he was going to just use his fingers, but a warm wetness that she was sure was his tongue. It was at the same time calmly arousing, and absolutely divine.
For several minutes he lapped at her, and she lay there, enjoying it, and feeling aroused, but not moving towards a climax in any way. Then he briefly sucked, and pressed his tongue in a way that made her spasm involuntarily. "Uhh, yes, there!" Her encouragement did not go unnoticed, as he repeated his movements, again finding the spot and triggering her, "Uhhh!" But why was he stopping? She wanted to somehow get involved and force him to stay on the spot, but how would she do that?
Then a moment later, he did it again, hold his tongue there for longer, several seconds of pure ecstasy. "Ohh, my. Yes! Yes!" But then as quickly as it started, it was gone, and he was again lapping gently against her. After he did it a few more times, her groin started to ache with desire. "More, please more. Don't stop."
He only partially listened, giving her more, but also intermittently pulling back. After several minutes of this pleasurable torture, she felt her back start to arch, and her butt tense up. He pressed on the spot, "yes, yes, yes. ohh, please, yes." Then he pulled away, "no, no. awww. don't stop."
She felt his fingers back on him, and then heard his voice, "be patient. I don't think you're ready. When you are, I'll know." Then he wordlessly went back to lapping at her with his tongue.
He pressed on the spot, and stayed there a bit longer, "yes, yes, yes!" This time it felt like she was going to get her climax. Her but muscles tensed, she started panting, and then suddenly, he pulled away making her whole body ache. She moaned with frustration, "awwww..you are mean. mean. mean." she guessed that he'd been at this for at least ten or fifteen minutes, and it was very pleasurable, but it was also torture, and it was beginning to actually hurt.
Before she could think much more about it, he found the spot again, sending her panting and moaning. Then he stopped, but only briefly this time, before he started again. "Yes. yes. please. yes." Whatever pace he was on seemed to be speeding up, and she was thankful for it, as most of the muscles in her butt and back were now stuck clenched, preparing for a climax that just hadn't arrived yet.
Then suddenly, without warning, he found the spot, and picked up his pace. Her butt left the bed as her body tensed and she moaned, "awwwwwww!" This time, he didn't stop. She kept moaning, kept clenching, until finally, after several seconds of continued stimulation, she felt awash with the biggest hardest orgasm she had ever felt. "Arrrrrrr. fuck yes. ohh my, fucking." only he didn't stop, and neither did the orgasm. It calmed a little like a wave, and then it came back on stronger, "ohh my god, what are you? shit. shit. shit. yes." This wave happened three times before he finally changed this sensation, and let her down off the high. After a few seconds of gentleness, he finally pulled away from her.
"Ohh my god, what was that?" Was all she could say after sitting up, still panting.
"That, was the Spencer method. I can go a few more, but I think three is good for a first time. You liked it?" He crawled up beside her, and she pulled him on top of her naked oversize body.
"Holy crap." She was still catching her breath. "Do women stalk you after that shit? You should write a book or something." Spencer chuckled. "Seriously. That was absolutely amazing."
"I'm glad you think so, but you, Yolonda are amazing." He had slipped off her, and was propped up on one arm, his opposite hand caressing over her body. "I've never met anyone like you. I wouldn't have even believed a woman so tall and beautiful existed until I met you."
He was so kind and sincere, and for a moment she was too. "You don't think I'm too big?" Kamar now did.
"Are you kidding? It's the most amazing thing about you." He briefly cupped her breast, his hand not nearly covering it, before moving on and running his fingers up against her neck. "I still don't understand how this is possible, especially your story about it happening in two weeks, but I do know you're the most attractive woman I've ever seen."
She was so overwhelmed she felt tears coming to her eyes. Not the tears of fights or anger, but happy tears. She felt overwhelmed, and a little bit frightened maybe. She had met this amazing man, but she was already screwing it all up. She hadn't even broken up with Kamar, and what would happen when he found out she was pregnant with Kamar's baby? That was reality, and she didn't want to think about reality, so she pushed it away.
She sat up on her side, pushing Spencer over onto his back, and seductively dragged her fingers down to his groin. "Here and I thought an epic blowjob was five or six minutes. I'm going to have to up my game." She tried to slide down the bed, but her legs were already off the bottom, and she just ended up kneeling on the floor. If she was going to be in for the long haul, she needed to be comfortable. She knelt by the side of the bed and coaxed him closer.
After some gentle caress and stroking, she lowered her head, drawing up and down his length. She couldn't get over the impression that his cock was tiny, as it was hardly longer than her now oversize tongue. Over the past two weeks, Kamar's cock had felt smaller and smaller in her mouth as she'd grown, but this man's member felt more like a large finger.
Though when she thought about the incredible orgasm he'd given her, she was more than happy to return the favor. She set into her routine, lapping and twirling around him as best she could. She felt him respond and heard his breath panting, but where she would normally have quickened the pace, she paused, trying to give him the same torturous treatment he gave her.
She started to just have fun with it. Tickling the rim. Sucking him firmly in her mouth, only to let him flop out again. After five or six minutes of different teasing routines, she lay her head on his tummy, and just gently twirled her tongue around him in her mouth. It started because she was trying to get comfortable, but then she wondered what would happen if she kept it up for a long time.
After not two minutes, she felt his body tensing, and heard him gently moaning. She kept it up. He doubted a man could come like this, he seemed to be enjoying it, and she could keep easily keep this up for a long time. She varied her pace a little, but otherwise just kept twirling her tongue until she could hear him moaning. "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh." By varying the pace, she could tell it happened where her tongue passed a certain place, so she stopped and just tickled it briefly, eliciting a sharp spasm from his hips and a little yelp, "ahhh!" She tickled it a couple more times before returning to twirling.
A couple minutes later, his hips were trying to create a thrusting motion, so she let him free and scolded him, "ah ah ah, none of that, mister. Be patient." She lay her head back down, and resumed her twirling. She liked it. It was more like playing with ice cream than the forceful thrusting of a blowjob. Especially the way Kamar liked to grab her and ram himself into her mouth. She tried to guess how long it had been. Eight, maybe ten minutes. He'd kept her going at least fifteen. It wasn't exactly a contest, but it kind of was.
Despite her scolding, his hips started moving, but she suspected he couldn't help himself. At the same time, he was not so much moaning, as rhymically whimpering. "uhhh. uhhh. uhh." After a few more minutes of this, she decided it was too much enjoyment and not enough torture. She found the special spot and flicked her tongue against it, causing him to spasm and make more punctuated sounds. Then she gently drew his length in and out of her mouth just twice, enough to feel him wanting it, before returning to twirling him.
Several seconds later, she slowly drew him in and out again, before flicking the rim. The former eliciting a calm enjoyment, the latter a sharp yelp. The third time she drew him in, she held her tongue flag against the spot, dragging it against him. He moaned loudly, "Uhhh, more.. When she stopped, he pleaded, "please, more. please." She let him wait a few moments and beg, before giving him another slow dragging thrust, "yes. uhhh, yes!" Then she settled back into just twirling him.
After a few moments of not giving him what he wanted, he started begging again. "Please. Please." She didn't give in, she just kept twirling him, careful to put as much pressure as she could against the special spot. After another few minutes, he started whimpering again. "Uhh, please. it hurts. that's enough, please." But she didn't give in. She just kept twirling him. At this point it was half to teach him a lesson, and half out of curiosity. Would he ever climax like this? How long would it take?
This time when his hips started bucking, she held his leg, removing his leverage. She just kept twirling around him in her mouth. Eventually, he started getting tense all over. "don't, stop, don't, stop" he chanted. She was happy not to, as it was all part of her experiment. She didn't have a clock, but she was pretty sure it had been at least twenty or twenty five minutes. A good deal longer than the oral treatment he had given her. At this point she suspected a half dozen good thrusts would easily finish him, but she wondered about other milestones, like torturing him for a solid forty minutes. Twirling her tongue around the rim was so easy she figured she could do it for hours if she wanted to. For all the games she played with Kamar, their lovemaking seldom lasted longer than seven or eight minutes.
He'd been solidly chanting "don't, stop," for several minutes when she felt him tensing up even further. "ohh, my, ohh, my, ohh, my, ohh, my". She felt like he'd been patient enough, but she was still curious, so she found the spot and just started repeatedly flicking it with her tongue, gently speeding up. His sounds kept pace, "ohh. ohh. ohh." until finally she felt him explode into her mouth. "Ohh my god." She immediately sucked down, thrusting him in and out, allowing him to finalize what had been a very very long wait for that climax, swallowing down a reasonable amount of cum for such a small penis.
When he'd calmed down, she let him out of her mouth, and found his face flushed and sweaty. "I call that the Yolonda method," she quipped.
"Will you marry me, so we can do that every night, and only have sex to make babies?"
"Maybe."
Lizzy's Story
Eliza "Lizzy", 42yo, 5'5", washed up stripper barely making ends meet (after pic)
Club scene intro
We see her sleeping during the day, because she works the night shift
We see her morning workout at home (weights and jump rope)
We see her living alone, not able to pay her rent to her landlord
We see her showing up at the club, chit chatting with the girls
We see her picking out a mark (fat/unattractive), stripping, and making some money on cheap lapdances, but no upsell
Some younger clientelle comes into the club, and she tries to get their attention with some free lapdancing, but they don't want her, they want the young hot fresh blood
We see her on break, getting hounded by the manager for not making her cut, he comments that she looks great for her age, but that maybe it's just her time to move on
She chats with one of the other girls about borrowing money to make her rent. the girl shares a tip, whenever she's down on her luck, she does drug trials. they usually pay a couple hundred bucks in cash. she pulls out a flier and hands it to her
Drug trial
they ask Eliza a number of detailed fertility and sex related questions
Eliza almost comes to tears talking about how lost her first child, and how the doctors said she'd never have children
they go over 'what to expect', and 'what to report'
Day 1: 5'7.5" - she feels energetic and great. doesn't notice the height difference
after her workout, she pays her rent (with the money from the trial)
a coworker compliments her, and asks if she's doing something different with her makeup
she puts extra gusto into her stage routine, and gets extra tips and cheers
shift manager compliments her on getting the attention, and tells her ('now go out there and cash in')
Day 2: 5'10" - she finally notices the height
she's shocked at how young her face looks (the wrinkles are gone)
she feels a little awkward, bumping her head on the shower rod
she calls the drug hotline, kinda of freaked out, but not exactly complaining.. she answers a set of clinical questions, before they confirm that rejuvenation is a possible side effects of the drug. they ask if she's taller. (this is how she realizes she's taller) -- ('please do call us to report any additional side effects or complications')
she goes to work, where the girls kind of freak out about her being taller. she sort-of explains but is late and has to get on shift
she gets the attention of an attractive man in his 30s, who complements her and lets her entertain him for the night, including a pricy VIP room
the little bit of fat she had has melted off, revealing muscle definition, and her face looks younger still, she tries to judge her height on the door, and guesses she might be a little taller too
she does her workout, and finds it ridiculously easy. has to increase the weight
her shoes don't fit. she goes to the store and buys a cheap pair of flats and a cheap pair of 1" kitten heels
she heads into work, doing a stage routine, getting tons of attention and tips
afterwords, guys are requesting her.
she picks a well dressed attractive man (perhaps a banker?)
lapdances for him, and easily talks him into a 15 minute VIP room.
when he stands up, he's surprised at how tall she is (6'2" in her kitten heels), which he likes
she gets him a drink
as she dances for him, he admires and complements her on her body, muscle definition, how his wife would die to look like her (she gained weight when she got pregnant and never quite lost it)
(ohh she would, would she? what about you? would you die to have a wife who looked like me?)
she flaunts her body as she lapdances for him, letting him bend the rules and blatantly touch and fondle her
their time is up, and she coerces him into extending their session by fondling him through his pants
she convinces him to spring for an expensive bottle for the two of them to share, sitting playfully in his lap until it comes and she pours for them both
then she turns up the heat on her lapdance, physical and vocally.... making a game of what-if she was his wife... asking how he'd take care of her, telling him how she'd dress up sexy for him, get him to run his hands all over her, and how she'd suck his cock
she asks to unbutton his pants and pets him through his underwear just as their 2nd 15 minutes is up, and she easily gets him to spring for a third
she asks if his wife knows he's out at a strip club... (she knows he goes, but tonight she thinks he's out with the guys)... she calls him a naughty boy
she reaches into his underwear to stroke him, asking if it's okay. (it is)
as she lapdances she chit-chats, asking his favorite tropical destination.. (Tahiti) if she were his wife, he'd have to take her there, so she could wear her skimpiest bikini for him. he could rub suntan lotion all over her, and after sunning for a few hours, they'd go back to their bungalo so she could ride him
as she talks dirty, she rubs her ass up and down against his bare cock, encouraging him to reach around and grab her tits... it doesn't take long until he climaxes.. she doesn't stop immediately, but encourages him to get it all out
when she sits next to him, she comments how it seemed like he really needed that, and gets him some tissues
i'll leave you to clean up. It was wonderful of you to spend time with me. I'm Lizzy, and I'm here (every night except Monday), I hope you come see me again. (ohh, I will)
She triumphantly hands a wad of cash over to her shift manager, for 45 minutes in the VIP room. he's impressed. she's not done yet, and struts back out onto the floor
Day 4: 6' 3" (monday, her day off)
she wakes up feeling amazing, and fingers through the wad of cash in her dresser, as if to convince herself the night really happened
she double-takes in the shower, as the shower rod is now below her eyeline.. making it obvious she's taller, but less obvious how much
she scrambles to find a tape measure, and then after failing to measure herself, she puts a mark on the wall and measures the mark... shocked to find it just over 6'3". she curses in excited shock.
she picks up the phone to dial the drug trial hotline.. explaining her new height (they treat her very clinically) she asks what she should do.. they ask if she feels okay (yes) and tell her to go about her day
she heads out to 'yoga in the park', on the way, the world seems to short, and she decides she likes being tall for a change
At yoga, she notices others staring at her, which she kind of loves
Day 5: 6' 6" (tues)
she wakes feeling amazing, but also feeling like her breasts have become firmer and fuller, and that she's falling off the bed
walking to the bathroom, her head is nearly touching the top of her 6'8" door jam, which shocks her
she stands up next to the line, and draws another which is obviously 3-4" higher. She swears. She measures it at 6'6", and swears some more.
she tries to workout, but even more weight is effortless. she vigerously jumps rope for 30 minutes, enjoying how hard she has to push herself to sweat
she takes a shower, talking to herself about what the heck she is going to do. what they are going to think at work
she tries to put on her 1" kitten heels but they don't fit. she puts on her flip flops instead and heads to work
at work she goes in through the backdoor, hurrying into the dressing room, and changing into her outfit
another girl comes in, one she doesn't know well, and looks up at her with suspicion
she peeks down the hallway seeing it's clear, and makes her way for the floor, but her shift manager catches eye of her and pulls her aside... (what do you think you're doing?) what? (you think customers want you towering over them? go back and put some normal shoes on?) but i'm wearing flats. (he checks... astonished. what the fuck? You're not Lizzy. Who are you? Her younger sister? Cousin?) No, it's me. It's a long story. I volunteered for an experimental drug therapy, and it's making me taller. (blank stare. you expect me to believe that?) Please, I'm here to work, I need the money. (go wait in the dressing room, i need to talk to the boss about this)
the boss comes in, sees Lizzy, offhandedly comments that she's gorgeous. the shift manager tells her to stand up, which kinda shocks the boss (holy fuck) the shift manager explains how she says some drug is making her taller, but that's not possible, is it? he asks if he should send her home. the boss addresses Lizzy directly (you're one of my dancers?) she nods (well, then get out there and do a stage show)
The PA introduces her, and when Lizzy gets on stage, the attention of the entire place falls on her, almost going quiet. they start up her music, and she does her routine, nervously at first, but then she finds the moves effortlessly easy. The place is hooting and cheering for her as she strips, dances and teases the crowd. They roar when she finishes, and the PA announces her name and that she'll be back on the floor in a few minutes as she leaves the stage.
A well known high roller asks the shift manager who 'that' is. (Lizzy) and he asks to have her sent to him in a VIP suite. The shift manager heads to the dressing room, finding Lizzy powdering and putting on a different outfit. He explains that she's been required by one of their special clients, (you can call him 'John'). He explains that the rules are a little different, that she doesn't ask him to pay, she stays as long as he wants, and it's in her best interest if she doesn't think too much about the rules. She'll make $300, and if he likes her, he tips handsomely. Understand? She nods. He leads her to the VIP suite.
Inside, an attractive man in his late-40s is seated, pouring two drinks. (Hello, hello, let me get a look at you.) He stands up, handing her a drink. She guesses he's about six inches shorter than her, as he walks around her, brushing his hand over her side and across her bottom. (Incredible. You are the most incredible woman i've ever seen. You must be new here.)
(Actually I,) she stopped herself, realizing her story was unbelievable. (well yes, I'm new here. I'm Lizzy.) Something about this man unnerved her. The way he walked, the way he inspected her, made her feel like meat. For a stripper that was saying something. It made her skin crawl a little.
(thank you for joining me, Lizzy. I'm John, and i'd very much like you to dance for me) With that he slipped down to his seat, staring up at her. She took a sip of her drink, listened to the music long enough to find her bearings, shrugged off her feelings, and then let her body start to move. Slowly at first, twisting and turning seductively, moving closer to him, dragging her hands against herself. She'd done it so many times it took no thought to dance seductively. Keeping pace, she turned her backside to him, peeling off her top, and throwing it aside, before turning to reveal her breasts.
The was disconnected, mindlessly in the act. She straddled over his lap, facing him, rubbing her body against his. Normally she'd drag her breasts down across the man's face, but she was now so tall she had to curl her back to even bring them down to his eye level. John wasted no time bringing his hands to her, rubbing up her sides and over her breasts. Usually men were much more timid about this minor infraction of the rules, waiting for her to coax them. It made her wonder how far he thought he could go.
She leaned away, gyrating her crotch into his, as he touched and stared at her breasts. She tried to ignore him, admiring her own body, and how the changes had made her chest firmer and fuller than it had been just a few days ago. She wondered if she should report that to the drug testing hotline.
Next she stood, spreading his legs, and sitting back into him, rubbing her ass into his lap. She could feel his member, but it was nowhere near erect. His hands reached around her, first cupping her breasts, then drifting down to her tummy. It ticked a little, so she firmed her muscles, and she could feel his fingers tracing faint ridges of muscle definition.
Her hands were on his thighs now, as she gyrated her rear into his crotch. He still wasn't hard, which wasn't unheard of among older men, but she felt it a little unusual. At this point she figured the sooner she made him cum, the sooner this would be over. She turned herself to face him, kneeling between his legs. Then she rubbed her hands up his thighs and abdomen, trying to casually work his shirt out of his waistband.
"Lizzy, you are simply gorgeous." He reached a hand out to her breast. She leaned in, letting him caress it. "What I would do to be your age again." His comment puzzled her. This man was older than her forty two years, but not much older. Then the remembered how young her face looked in the mirror, and realized there was no point in trying to explain.
"You are quite a handsome man yourself." She was usually lying when she said this, but in this case it was mostly true, even if there was something off about him. She tugged his shirt clear of his waist, briefly running her hands up under it, before bringing them down to his crotch. His member felt substantial, but was still pliable. She rubbed him through his pants, which he seemed to enjoy, but which didn't create the response she expected. She spent a little more time at it, but even for an older man he didn't seem at all responsive. She had never experienced that before. Her job was to make men hard. She felt momentarily confused, and reached for her drink.
"Don't be discouraged. It doesn't get hard anymore. Casualty of cancer surgery. I assure you it has all the sensation. Can you take my word that I'm incredibly aroused and continue?"
"Ohhh, I'm so sorry." She took a large swig of her drink, giving her time to process all that. When the looked back at the man, his face awash with concern, she saw something very different. She saw a broken man, looking for a way to find pleasure without being judged. She had it all wrong. This was someone she could help. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to bring a man pleasure. "Yes, yes, John. Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you."
Her apathy faded, and she felt immediately connected to the moment. She slipped her hands back to his crotch, massaging his member through the cloth. She knew exactly how to stimulate a penis, whether it was hard or not. She used her normal routine, rubbing it's length, then giving the head some attention. She looked up to his face to find some kind of validation, and found him biting his lip and staring lasciviously at her body. "You like my body, don't you, John?" She brought one hand to her breast, seductively rubbing it for him. Her actions drew his attention like a magnet.
"Tonight, I'm all yours." She leaned in, pressing herself against him, and dragging down his body. When she finished, she knelt tall, and put a hand back on his crotch, gently rubbing it. "I'll give you whatever you want, whatever you need." As if to answer her question, he reached out, not for her breasts, but for her abs. She firmed up, and his thumb gently traced a line of definition.
"You like my abs, don't you?" Once she knew what a man admired about her, she knew how to make use of it. She rose onto her feet, firming up her tummy as much as she could, and rubbed her hand across it. He was practically salivating, so she moved in closer. Straddling his lap, her knees on the bench, she brought her tummy inches from his face.
He immediately reached out, grasping her butt and pulling her closer, rubbing his cheek against her tummy. A moment later she felt wetness, and realized his tongue was on her, slowly dragging up one of those definition lines. She did her best to keep her muscles as tight as she could. "Ohh baby, you like my rock hard abs? That's so hot." She didn't really find it hot, other than the mild enjoyment she got out of any man admiring her body. However, she played the part. She held his head, encouraging him as he continued gently licking the lines in her muscles.
While he lapped away, her mind drifted to economics. She was guaranteed to net $300 for satisfying this guy. However, she'd overheard stories of outrageous high roller tips from the younger girls. If she got this guy really worked up, gave him what he really wanted, not only could she make a bundle, but he might ask for her again. Plus, the man formerly had cancer. He deserved a little positive karma. And she had a pretty good idea of what would get him off, she just had to play the part of seducing him into it.
She gently peeled away from his abdominal worship and found a slightly disappointed look on his face. Did he want to pay thousands of dollars just to lick her tummy? Despite the look, she suspected not. "Don't worry sweetie, I want to give you some more attention." She knelt between his legs, and after rubbing his crotch a few times, she unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. After peeling down his underwear, she realized how seldom she saw a flaccid member. She gently rubbed her fingers against his bare skin, and he reacted in every way a man normally did except one. She kind of wanted to take him in her mouth, as she liked the typically brief moments of sucking on a soft cock, but she had another plan in mind.
After teasing around the rim for a couple minutes, she scooted up to him, close enough that she could rub the tip against her tummy. She was practically looking him in the eye as she did, and the look on his face was the perfect mix of shock, pleasure, and submission. "You like that baby?" She moved his member about, holding her abs tight as she dragged it across them. "You want to climb on top of me, so I can rub your cock all over my rock hard abs?" His jaw was partially slack as he silently nodded. She loved being able to push a man's buttons.
She stood, coaxing him onto his feet. He tried to stop his pants from falling, but she intervened, helping send them to the floor. Clients were not supposed to take off their clothes, but that seemed like one of those rules she was supposed to ignore. A few steps away was another oversize bench, which she sat and then laid back on. Her hand gestures coaxed him towards her, until he was crawling on top, straddling her belly.
Once they seemed comfortable, she peeled him out of his underwear, lying the flaccid member onto her clenched tummy, and rolling it back and forth with her palm. He didn't say a word, but the way he was looking down at her said it all. In a few seconds his jaw was hanging open, a few more seconds and he was breathing heavy. He braced an arm for balance. She grabbed the other one, and brought his palm to her breast. She looked up at him seductively, "mmm, that's nice, isn't it?" It was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway.
Back when she did VIP sessions more often, she found them pretty cookie cutter. Get naked, make him hard, rub against him just enough to make him buy another session; when it was probably the last session, make him cum to cut it short and get another mark. This one was different. She was already promised as much as the younger girls made in three sessions. Should she tease him for forty five minutes so he'd get his money's worth? Or was that just torture? She decided he should get at least twenty minutes. She'd make up the difference in quality over quantity.
She set into her pace, alternating between rubbing him with her palm, twisting him between her fingers, and sort of holding him and squeezing him about. He seemed to enjoy them all, but he obviously got more out of the rubbing, so after several minutes she started spending more time on that motion. "How am I doing? Am I missing any spots?" She was just making banter, she knew exactly how much he was enjoying it.
"Uhh, that's," he paused, "uhh-mazing." She liked the way he could hardly get words out. It meant she was doing her job. His hand was alternating between rubbing her breast and the side of her abs. After another couple minutes, she decided it was time to pick up the pace.
She wrapped her fingers more firmly around him, and thrust him up and down, rather than rolling him back and forth. For a moment he looked like he was going to collapse, then he started gently rocking back and forth to encourage the motion. "Ohh, you like that. You want to fuck me like this? Do it, fuck me." Her encouragement worked, as he started thrusting himself more aggressively. However, with his cock so soft, it couldn't even thrust into her gentle grasp. She flattened her palm, and went back to rolling him around as he gently bucked on top of her.
Moment by moment his pace quickened, until she could see it coming. "Uhh, baby. That's so hot. Yes. Do it for me baby." She used her sexiest near climax voice, even though she wasn't the least bit aroused. She just knew it was what he needed, and it worked. The only sign of his climax was the wetness leaking onto her.
She normally took great care to make sure her clients sprayed their mess mostly onto themselves, but this guy was paying enough she was happy to weather a little sticky semen. When he'd finished thrusting, she pulled her hand away, sure to give him a good look at the pool of cum on her tummy. Some guys liked that sort of thing.
Only once he'd climbed free did she think about cleaning up. The tissues were out of her reach, but thankfully he handed her some. "Thanks," she responded, politely. When she'd got most of the runny mess, she sat up. While she'd normally bolt on a client about now, she was supposed to treat this high roller differently. "i'm going to go freshen up. Should I meet you back here after?"
He laughed. "Ohh no, I don't think I could handle any more. That's quite enough for me for the night. Thank you so much, Lizzy."
"You are very welcome, John." They both stood, and she still found it surprising to stand six inches taller than him. They hugged, and Lizzy held him tight, pressing her body against him and making sure he felt no hurry. It was a good minute or two before he let go. And with that she slipped out of the room to go shower.
Day 6: 6'9" (wed)
She had a long night (until 5am), slept from 6am to 2pm.
She wakes up and stretches to find her legs extending almost two feet beyond the bottom of the bed. ('holy shit. don't tell me I grew again.')
She hurries up to go to her measuring mark and nearly smacks her head on the 6'8" door frame. In just a moment she has confirmation she grew another three inches.
She looks in the bathroom mirror, talking to herself in disbelief "this is ridiculous, am I seriously fucking six foot nine?'.
Then she inspects the other changes, lifting the increased heft of her breasts, and admiring her continued muscle definition. She remarks to herself that if there was a 'miss amazon queen usa pagent', she'd do well.
she resolves to work out and then call the drug hotline. This time the weights she has in her home are a complete joke. she puts all the weights on one bar, totaling 40 lbs, and after curling it 20 times it still feels like nothing and she gives up. She tries to jump rope, but the rope smacks the ceiling. ('shit')
She calls the drug hotline. they ask her a set of clinical questions. she explains all of her current side effects, a bit irked that they are not giving her any more information about her being 6'9". They inquire quite a bit about her musculature, asking a bunch of followup questions. At the end they ask if she feels okay. (she feels great). They ask her to simply call and let them know how she's doing if anything changes. She's shocked that there isn't anything more, and exclaims 'fuck' after hanging up the phone.
She showers, and puts on some ill fitting spandex stuff. she scoffs at the flip flops being too small, again.
she counts her take from the night before, over $2500. For a single night.
she strolls into the same shoe-store, where they look at her funny. this time she buys several sizes of flip flops, up to the biggest size they have.
everywhere she goes, people are staring at her, and the world seems peculiar and mis-fitting for her new size.
She grabs a meal (at 5pm), and finds everyone there staring, and some people taking pictures of her. One person asks if she plays basketball.
At 7pm she heads back to the club. She's shocked to see her name on the marquee. She strolls right in the front door. One of the bouncers doesn't recognize her and motions to stop her, but another one explains that she's Lizzy. She can hear them whispering about her after she passes.
In the dressing room one of the girls she knows better is there. She says hello. The girl doesn't recognize her. "It's me, Lizzy." Uhm, you are not ... "holy fuck. Lizzy? How did you get so tall?" She sort of explains the story, which the girl doesn't quite believe. The girl thinks getting taller sounds awesome, but she'd not just tall, she's gigantic. (gee thanks) She apologizes.
The shift manager comes in, asking for Lizzy. Seems there are already clients looking for her. When she stands up, he's shocked (ohh shit. are you even taller?) Yeah. I told you, three inches a day. Today I'm 6'9". This better stop soon. He leads her out to the floor, and points out the clients asking about her.
She picks out a sharply dressed guy and heads over to him. He sees her coming and stares, as most of the people on the floor do. She introduces herself as Lizzy, deciding it better to kneel at his feet than land a 6'9" amazon in his lap. He looks awestruck. She also realizes he's only about 22. She asks how he's doing. He responds by pointing out that she's so amazingly tall.
"You noticed. Did you want me to bring someone else over?"
?? where is her story going?
the growth supercharges her daily exercise, causing her to grow very musclular
she becomes the headline sensation of the club
she dances on stage, and then guys line up to pay $500 for 10 minutes with her. 4-5 sessions an hour, for 4 hours (9pm-1am), the club nets $8000, of which she gets $5000. Working 6 days a week, she's grossing roughly $30,000 per week, $120,000 per month.
eventually she's too big to actually sit in their lap. she kneels on the floor as they sit, but eventually she's even too big for that, and has to lean over to lower her breasts to their face. then she just sits, and let them stand between her legs, hugging them into her breasts, before taking her top off, letting them fondle her, (warning no biting), and for the good ones rubbing them off in their pants.
By the time she reaches her final height, she's moved into a new apartment, has all her groceries delivered, has personal trainer, personal maseusse, and a chef come to her house. the club provides her a driver and a minivan for her to get around
at 9'5:
standing the cusp of her breasts are at 6'7", 6-9" above their heads
kneeling "up" or sitting the cusp of her breasts are at 4'4", just below their face if they are standing
if they are sitting, and she's kneeling, the cusp of her breasts is 4-6" above their head
low-kneeling, she's about 5'5", and the cusp of her her breasts is at 2'5"
what transpires?
someone is shocked to recognize her (Eliza XYZ?)... maybe an old boyfriend or old friend. shocked not only at her height, but also her youthful appearance.
maybe a boyfriend she really liked, but dumped because she didn't want to admit she was stripping. she recognizes him, is especially interactive with him, finally lets on that she knows who he is. he's shocked to find out who she is (because of her transformation).. and asks 'what happened to her?' / she starts to explain the transformation, and he corrects that he meant back when she stopped returning his calls. he thought they had something. / yeah, she really enjoyed spending time with him too, but he kept asking where she was going at night, and she didn't know how to tell him this was her job. / Yeah, he had suspected something. She was also a little 'too good' in bed. he had been hoping she wasn't sleeping with other guys. / ohh no, she strictly works in the club. and you would have been okay with that? /
she's offered lucrative porn movie gigs. private party gigs. modeling gigs. "escort gigs"
she's approached to do a tv interview. they agree to work around her NDA with anonymity, but when she finds out how little it pays she scoffs and declines
she's approached to be a WWE personality. they explain it's about "putting on a show", and she would make a fucking good show. they discuss pay and schedules. she negotiates hard, and they bring it up enough to make it interesting.
after she signs, they get her some training and practice sessions, some skimpy sexy costumes, and work on a "persona"
moves: throw, elbow drop, sleeper, closeline, face slam, knee slam, straddle slam, drag
"rack slam" (hoist over shoulders and slam to knees)
she needs a "signature finishing move"... pick them up on one knee, hug them while doing a 180, and slam to the ground.. "milkshake"
she does an 'intro' act, where she comes on after a male match, at first shrouded in a huge robe, dropping it on stage to reveal a sexy outfit, challenging the victor.. they exchange spirited words
their match comes, and the guy postures and stalls as they taunt each other and she laughs at his feeble attempts to go up against her, easily shoving him to the ground, and asking for a 'real' match.... then he calls two of his goon friends up, and they try to 3 man her, which makes it interesting, but she still dismantles them as she taunts them and looks sexy... she finds the whole thing incredibly fun.
the WWE association is thrilled with her, and want her to do another match.. this time against 4 male wrestler personalities. they instruct her to let there be some back and forth, and that the guys are going to rip her top off at some point --
she flings them around a little, then let them turn the tables - one on each of her limbs, drag her and pin her arms in the rope; they taunt her and rile her up; she starts to rage and gets one of them in a leg scissor, two others struggle to get him free, allowing her to get one arm lose, and then the other arm; while she's on her knees one gets her in a sleeper hold from behind, but she just stands up, hoisting him off the ground. while he dangles, she spins to throw another one into the rope, and the guy on her back flies free, breaking her halter string; the ref tries to pause the match for her to fix her costume, but she refuses, ranting on about how she's not done teaching them a lesson; she ejects the ref from the ring, before moving onto punishing the guys, including using her signature move; the ref comes back in, raving about the match being over, 'ejecting' her from the ring, but she just keeps going on the men. at the end the guys are beaten on the ground, as she holds up her own hand in victory. the ref yells that she's disqualified, and she shoves him to the ground, before strutting off the stage
Day 7: 7'1" (thurs)
Day 8: 7'4' (fri)
Day 9: 7'8" (sat) "in heat"
she can't help masturbating when she wakes up
at work she's surprised how turned on she is by the men, and it supercharges her performance, as she grinds up against them, kisses them. when she gets a 'well endowed' client, she can't stop talking about how much she wants his cock inside her, and nearly goes there, but he stops her (holy shit, i'm married) and storms off.
she takes a fast shower with cold water, rubbing herself off to take the edge off, then she goes back out there
through freak occurrence, the next guy is an old boyfriend.. (40yo, 5'10")
he doesn't recognize her at first. she doesn't immediately tell him, she just starts her routine... as she rubs up against him, she chats him up. she hasn't seen him in there before, asks if he comes often. no, he explains how his girlfriend is pretty but doesn't act sexy, and when he saw her up on stage, there was something about her he just had to come see her. it gets steamier, she talks dirty to him about rubbing her tits his in face. then she decides it's time to let him know who she is, by repeating something she used to say to him, "take me home baby, so I can suck you til you beg, and fuck you til sunrise" he's suddenly stunned, pushing back, interrupting her routine, taking a look at her "remember me Jason?"
"Eliza?" The recognition is barely setting in as she nods. "oh my god. what has it been, ten years? God, you look even younger and more beautiful then you did then. And how did you get so huge?"
"I prefer to think of myself as just 'tall', but I can't explain how it happened right now. However, it's me. And that secret night job I wouldn't tell you about, well, I'm a stripper. Surprise."
"Holy crap. Holy crap! Well, now I feel like an idiot. I stopped calling because you were so evasive, I figured you were sleeping around on me."
"Seriously? I really liked you. It tore me up when you stopped calling. I almost called you, but I thought you would dump me anyway once you found out about my job. Plus I was young and arrogant. Turns out you were the last good boyfriend I had. After you I just seemed to land with jerks."
They both paused, staring at eachother for a few moments. Then she continued, "I'm sorry. You didn't pay hundreds of dollars just to run into an old girlfriend. I'll have them refund you." She stood up, slipping her top back on, but he didn't follow. "Jason?"
"Do you have to? I mean refund me? Couldn't you continue?" He came here to have his buttons pushed, and he knew Eliza could push his buttons. Plus, deep down he hoped this chance encounter would lead to something more.
"Oh Jason, you have a girlfriend and we have a history." She had never let her club life and her personal life intermix, and while that usually meant never dating someone she met at the club, this situation seemed equally relevant. That said, it was ten years ago, she was a professional, and right now she felt incredibly drawn to him. "Are you sure?"
She waited for his nod, but honestly she didn't need to, his posture made it clear he didn't want to leave. It only took a moment for her to switch gears again, to become Lizzy. She knelt between his legs, and ran her hands up and down his thighs. "Well, if you need some sexy attention, you came to the right place." Then she ran her hands up her own body, for the second time making a show of peeling her top off. Then she leaned in, pulling his face to her tits, rubbing them into his cheeks.
She immediately felt wetness on her skin, something she would usually discourage by pulling away. However, she knew this man, liked this man, she let him lap away, encouraging him to find her nipple. It felt really good, unusually good. She wondered if it was because of lingering feelings for him, or because she'd been so damn horney all day. Either way she didn't care, she just enjoyed the feeling of her nipple turning rock hard as he sucked on it. "Mmm, that feels so nice," she said, encouraging him.
His hands found her body, rubbing and squeezing her as he sucked, and even after a couple minutes he seemed singly focused on her breasts. Her instincts told her to move the routine along, so she leaned forward, pressing him back into his seat with her entire body. Then in one smooth motion, she rose and turned around, placing her hands on his thighs and sliding her ass into his lap.
She was careful use her arms for support, as she suspected she was now too big for a man to find her full weight pressing into his lap pleasurable. He wasted no time reaching his hands around, cupping and squeezing her breasts. As she rotated through her different moves, gyrating and rolling her hips against him, she felt unexpectedly aroused by the feeling of his hard cock. She wasn't sure if it was because she missed him, or she just missed the feeling of being drilled by a man. It had been months since she'd had a good fuck.
A moment later she heard the song change, and knew his ten minutes were up long before her routine had run it's course. Their little reunion had severely cut into his time. No matter, she'd just make it a double, and make sure the cashier didn't charge him for the second half. She briefly started to lie back into him, like she normally would at this point in the routine, before remembering she was a bit too big for that too. Instead she turned back around, kneeling over him on the bench.
She was still getting used to her new size, and the way his face barely made it to her breasts as she straddled him. Though he didn't seem to mind, and wasted no time hugging his hands around her, pulling her right tit to his waiting mouth. "Oooh, you like that baby?" She sassed down to him. Meanwhile, she slid her crotch forward until she had found and trapped his cock, gently grinding herself against it.
It was time for her routine to move on, but the feeling of rubbing her clit against him was too arousing, and she found herself giving in, pulsing herself up and down to heighten her sensation. The more she did, the more aroused she became, until she wasn't controlling the motion, the motion was controlling her. As the passion rose, she lost herself. She pressed him backwards so she could see his face. Jason. She thought about how much she liked him, how much she missed him, how much she wanted him. If she wasn't so tall his head was down by her tits, she would have kissed him right then. She was no longer Lizzy, she was Eliza.
"Fuck, Liz. I forgot how fucking sexy you are. At least now I know why you're so good at this." There it was, the judgement. What was she doing? She froze, her two worlds colliding. She leaned away, creating distance. "Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I don't care you're a stripper. I just... I should have known I'd never meet anyone like you again. If I could do it over, I'd never have let you go."
She had almost fully crawled back into her Lizzy shell, from where she could gladly rub her tits on him without it meaning anything, when she heard the magic phrase she'd long ago wished she could hear from him. I don't care you're a stripper. Like a beaming light at the end of the tunnel, it pulled her out, even if just to talk about it. She sat next to him on the bench. "What? You don't care? That's easy to say now, a decade later, but I knew you then. I tried to show you how much I loved you, but you were intensely jealous. You would have cared. We would have fought about it. You would have cared."
"Maybe, but that was then, and this is now. I'm telling you right now, I don't care. I have never wanted a woman like I want you, never loved a woman like I love you. I'm older now, and if I could be the only man in your bed, that would be enough. I don't care if you work here, as long as you're mine. Is that possible? Shit, I don't even know if you have a boyfriend. Do you, have a boyfriend?"
"No, I do not have a boyfriend." That brought on an awkward silence, as Eliza wasn't sure what to say next. Was it really that easy? A decade later, he's finally okay with her job, and they just pick up where they left off? "But you have a girlfriend."
"And I'll phone her right now and end it, if I can get you back." He reached for her hand, making his words more meaningful. "Please, Liz, say yes. Come back to me. We can spend the rest of our lives making each other happy."
"This is fucking crazy." She felt agitated from too many different emotions running through her all at once. She stood up, pacing halfway to the door, then turning back."I haven't seen you in ten years, and you're practically fucking proposing. Are you proposing? What the fuck?"
He stood, stepping up to her, giving him the first sensation of standing next to her. "Holy shit." He briefly gawked up and down. She wasn't just tall, she might be the tallest woman alive. She towered almost two feet over him, her breasts prominently in front of his face. What could cause that? Some kind of pituitary tumor? Did it matter? He shook his head. No, it didn't. He grabbed for her hand and looked way up to her eyes. "Eliza, I'll date you, I'll marry you. However you'll have me. Can me try?"
Suddenly Eliza's face felt tingly and flushed, and she felt like she might faint. "Ahh, I need to sit down." She made for the bench, and he sat beside her, still holding her hand. She took a couple deep breaths.
"Well I'm certainly not agreeing to marry you. I don't know if I ever want to marry. As for getting back together, I still care for you, and I'm still attracted to you. But it's been ten years. And you'll have to convince me you're actually okay with me working here. I'm normally on until 1am, about two more hours. If you're serious, how about we have a drink then?" His face instantly beamed a huge smile, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started fiddling with it. "What are you doing?"
"I'm breaking up with my girlfriend." Eliza was going to respond, but he held up his finger and put the phone to his face. "Hey hon. Yeah, I know it's late. I'm sorry. This can't wait. I'm not sure how to. Well, I don't think this is going to work out." There was a pause. "Yes, I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry, this just isn't... No. No. Please." He took the phone away from his face. "She hung up on me."
"Yeah, well, I'm not surprised. You didn't have to do that right now, over the phone." Just then she heard the song chance, and knew his second ten minute session was now over and this was eating into a third. This would seriously cut into her cash for the night. She needed to wrap this up.
"I kind of did, because then I get to do this." He stood up, reached a hand for her face, and went in for a kiss. For Eliza it felt so odd, so wrong, until their lips actually met. At that point she felt a rush of feeling and memories flooding back to her as the familiar motions of his tongue meshed with hers. It started softly at first, his face just above hers as she sat and she stood. Then he straddled her, his knees on the bench as the kiss deepened.
She hugged him firmly, pulling him into her body, kissing him passionately. She knew she should stop, but it felt so good. The tingling arousal between her legs that had been plaguing her all day didn't help. When one of his hands started to wander, fondling the side of her breast, she knew she had to cut it off before it went any further. She gently broke off the kiss.
"Alright. We're trying this, and I'll see you at one, but you paid for ten minutes and you've been here for more than twenty, so unless you're paying for more, I have to get back to work." The look on his face was obviously disappointment, and maybe something else, but as he dismounted her, he didn't seem jealous or resistant.
"Fair enough. I'll be here when you're done, come find me." He turned, and headed for the door, looking back and smiling briefly before exiting.
She just sat there for a couple minutes, trying to shrug it all off and find Lizzy. She'd just gotten back together with her old boyfriend of ten years, after randomly running into him during a lapdance. This is why she had rules about not mixing her personal and work lives. She'd have to talk to Jason about that.
---- 1am rolls around
At the end of her shift, Eliza thought over the whirlwind of events with Jason slightly in disbelief. Were they really dating again? Would he really be waiting for her? All eyes were on her as she walked into the floor, now wearing a sexy gold lame bikini. Though it was her near eight foot height that drew all the attention, standing two or more feet above everyone else in the club.
It took her a few moments to spot him, with one of the club girls in his lap, At the moment she was not doing anything, just chatting with him. Eliza headed for him, and before she even got there, he tapped the girl a few times and she scurried away.
The club music was pretty loud, so as he stood, she just took his hand, and led him towards the back room. Before they could go anywhere she needed to change. They squeezed past a few girls in the hallway, and the bouncer guarding the backroom door held up a hand towards Jason before Eliza pointed to signal he was with her.
Once through the door it was substantially quieter. Jason had never been in the back room of a strip club, and might have found it pretty exciting to see the women in states of undress if they were not always in various states of undress. "Wait here just a minute," she said, as she parked him next to the dressing room door, headed in, and proceeded to change into her two piece spandex outfit. She fiddled with her phone for a moment before returning to Jason at the door.
"Alright, just one more thing, and then I'm all yours until 5am." She let him down another hallway, to the cashier. Tonight was a pretty good take, though there was a hit from the two extra blocks her meeting with Jason flooded into. Eliza had to pay the club charge for the VIP room, even though they didn't charge Jason for the time. All in all she netted $900, delivered in an envelop of cash. She shoved it into her little backpack purse, and led Jason towards the back entrance.
Once outside, they were finally alone. "Alright, Jason, what did you have in mind? Did you want to go for a drink? Take me back to your place? How did you want to kick this off?"
"Uhhh. My place is not a good idea. Genna still needs to move out. Can we go to your place?" His answer made it obvious he wanted to get her somewhere private, probably to continue what they started earlier. She was entirely okay with that.
"You dumped her over the phone, and she lives with you? You are a monster." She said it with a smile, as the gesture was for her benefit and she was kind of impressed by it. "We can go to my place, but I warn you, it's a total dump. Do you have a car here?" He shook his head, and they headed to the taxi line out front.
----
After making out during the taxi ride to her place, they were both laughing and in a good mood as they made their way up the stairs in her apartment building. The hallway was even more dirty than her room, so she was glad to pushed the door open and get out of it.
Her place was a tiny studio, with a kitchenette of worn formica counters and crappy wooden cabinets projecting right into the bedroom. Making $900 a night, she realized she could afford something better, but that was a very new thing. A week ago she could hardly make rent.
Jason plopped down on the unmade bed and slipping his shoes off. "It's not a dump, it's cozy," he said, as he looked around. She could tell he was just being polite. She sat down next to him on the bed, and he immediately dove in for a kiss. She pushed him back playfully.
"Hey there, before we pick that up again, tell me something about your life. What are you doing for work? Where are you living? How is your sister?"
He chuckled. "I'm still working in the same industry, commercial construction. Though now I'm managing managers, instead of managing the labor directly. I don't have to be on-site as much, so I don't have to travel as much, which is nice. My sister is doing great. She married, and has two kids now, living in Chicago. I just saw her last month when I was there for work. As for where I'm living, well, I'd moved in with Genna, so I guess, well. I'm kinda homeless until I get a new place. Unless you're looking for a roommate."
Now it was her turn to chuckle. "You're a piece of work, you know that Jason? There is no way you can share this tiny studio with me, and there is no way I'm moving in with you so fast. Let's just see how things go, kay?"
This time she leaned in for the kiss, but he playfully leaned away. "Ohh that's enough chatting, then? Back to kissing?" She smiled and nodded, reaching to pull him close, and sinking her lips into his. It had been a while since she'd been with a man outside the club, and she'd never had a man back at this rat hole apartment, so that felt new, even if Jason was familiar for her.
She pushed him over and crawled over him, resuming their kiss. He easy to shove and felt so small underneath her, reminding her of how much she'd grown in the past several days. He reached a hand up, caressing her side and fondling her breast through the spandex top. Even just this tame attention was fueling the arousal that had plagued her all day, and making her immediately feel damp. She was so relieved to be close to some relief.
After a few minutes of kissing, she crawled off him, peeling off her top and bottoms. He took the hint and did the same, leaving him naked on the bed. With his clothes off, Jason didn't look as strapping as he had when they dated a decade ago. He was still fairly muscular, but it was covered and hidden with some healthy softness. She still wanted him all the same.
Eliza, on the other hand, had her fit and well maintained body amplified by the side effects of the drug trial, showing small amounts of muscle definition all over. Jason was completely erect just looking at her. "God, I can't believe you are thirty-eight. You look like you're in your twenties, and you don't have an ounce of fat on you."
"I'm not gonna lie, it takes work to stay looking this good." She knelt on the edge of the bed, seductively running a hand up her tummy, and up the side of her breast. She liked the way it commanded his attention. "I also have to warn you, I've been seriosuly fucking horney all day today, so I'm going to need a few."
"Ohh, are you?" He quipped back. His eyes magnetically drawn to the way she was touching herself. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know," he said, trying to lower her expectations. He felt fortunate he hadn't climaxed while at the club. She made her way closer until she was straddling him, her gorgeous body looming over him.
"That's okay baby, if you run out of steam, you can satisfy me in other ways." As horney as she was, she still needed some foreplay, and she knew how to get it without setting him off. She laid the wetness of her sex down onto the base of his cock, and started rocking ever so gently. "Mmmm. That feels good."
As she stimulated herself against him, his hands rubbed her thighs and tummy, and made a show of trying to reach her breasts. "Want something, baby?" She teased, playfully. She fell forward, her hands landing on either side of his head, as she brought her assets within his reach. She looked straight into his eyes and continued gently moving her pelvis as he fondled her. "You always did like my tits. Is that what you missed the most?" Just as she asked the question, she slid her clit up his length, briefly rocking against the rim of his cock to get his full attention.
He breathed heavily from the sensation, before she slid back down and let him calm down. "I definitely missed the oral the most. Nobody does it like you, baby, and with other girls I'm lucky to get it once a month."
"Ohh, how sad for you." She pulled one of his hands to her mouth, slipping a finger inside, and giving him a mini-reminder of her oral skills before pulling it free. "I would love to suck your cock, but you have to fuck me first, because I've been dying all day to be penetrated." She reached a hand down to her sex, feeling the wetness. "I think I'm ready. Can you be on top?"
"Of course." Even though he answered, it wasn't really a question. She slipped onto her side and then her back, letting them switch places. Then she spread her legs, giving him room to slide onto and into her. "Ahhh," she exhaled, enjoying the sensation of him entering her. Just a bit at first, then a bit more, as her natural fluids provided lubrication. After a few thrusts she wished he could fill her up a bit more, but she wasn't complaining.
As he laid down against her, she again became aware of how large she had become. His face fell to her sternum, just above her breasts, and it would be tough to kiss while he fucked her. That was a shame. Still, it felt amazing to have him inside her. "Is that what you want baby?" he taunted, and she immediately nodded.
As the sensations increased, she reached for his ass, gently encouraging his motion. She tried to be careful not to push him too fast. Most men found a climax much easier than women, and so sex was a delicate pacing game. They'd usually climax before her, she just wanted it to last as long as possible.
Today, however, something was different. In just a couple minutes, she felt pressure building, and a strong urge to go faster. They had only just started, could she really climax so quickly? She ignored her urges, and let him calmly and rhythmically thrust into her. Then she felt his lips on the top of her breast. She lent a hand, cupping and lifting herself, guiding her nipple into his mouth. It immediately hardened and she was overwhelmed with how good it all felt. Had it really been so long since she had any good sex? "Mmmm. More, baby."
She didn't wait for him to react, she started pulling at his ass, forcing him deeper into her, forcing a quicker pace. "Awww, Your cock feels so fucking good, baby. Ohh, my. Ohh, my. Ohh, my." She could feel herself going from zero to sixty already. Her body took over, rocking her hips, both hands on his ass, slamming him into her. And then in just seconds, she felt herself gushing with release. "Ohh my god! Awww! Yes!" It felt so good she didn't want it to stop, "Fuck, that's good. More."
The moment she forced a quicker pace, Jason felt on the edge and had been clenching to hold it off as long as he could. When he felt her climax, he couldn't stop it any longer, and he felt himself spasm into her. In just a couple thrusts he felt himself calming down, but she was still pulling at him, forcing his motion. "Don't stop. I'm going to come again. More," she demanded, her pressure on him so forceful he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He kept it up for a few seconds, but then he felt himself going soft and he slipped out of her. "No, no, no!" She exclaimed in frustration.
He looked up and saw the look on her face, pleasure and frustration mixed together. He felt like he hadn't done enough. He crawled off, sliding in next to her and having to scoot far up the bed to be face to face. She seemed so large lying next to him. "I'm sorry."
"Ohh, please don't apologize. That was amazing." Her hands were at her crotch, gently rubbing herself, cooling herself off. "Sorry. It's been like this all day. I just feel this aching need to have a cock in me. You were really good."
"You were amazing. At least we know that's still working about us." They both smiled at each other, and he playfully rubbed his hand over her muscled tummy, which she tensed, making it feel every bit as impressive as it looked. He yawned.
"Tired so early?" She asked. He nodded, yawning again. "Awww. Well.. seeing as you're homeless on my account, you are welcome to stay here tonight, but don't expect to make a thing of it. Okay?" He nodded, already lying his head down and closing his eyes.
Day 10: 7'11" (sun)
when she wakes up at 1pm, Jason is gone, having left a sweet note with his cell number. she immediately texts him, thanking him for a nice night. he texts back asking "did you really sleep til 1?".
she does her morning routine (measuring mark, exercise, shower)
he's texted her again, asking if she wants to meet for the afternoon. she agrees, disclaiming that she has work 7-1am. he agrees, no problem. he is staying at a nice hotel, and asks her if she wants to come by the pool. she agrees.
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they roll up to some lounge chairs and she orders an obscene amount of food.. he's surprised at her appetite
they swim, she fondles him underwater, and teases that she can keep him there as long as she wants, because he can't get out of the pool with a rock hard cock. he teases back that he's enjoying it, and if she wants to keep him there instead of taking him back to have sex, that's okay with him.-- good point, they banter a little more, and then she says she's going go dry off, and he says he'll join her in a minute, after he calms down.
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back in the room she playfully shoves him onto the bed, and starts making out with him.
he has a question.... 'since i'm okay with you stripping, what do I have to do to get a vip lapdance? do i have to come by the club and pay? or can we have some kind of credit system?"
"ohh, you want a lapdance? I can give you a lapdance." She climbs off him. "I need some music." She fiddles with the TV controls until she gets something suitably R&B on. She stands at the foot of the bed and gestures him over. "Sit here, on the edge of the bed."
Once he's in position, she slinks up close to him. With him sitting his face is looking at her belly button. She pulls it in, and rubs it on her tummy. Then she puts her leg up on the bed, and pulls his face down towards her crotch, falling just short of rubbing it in his face. Then she turns around, and shakes her ass in his face. He reaches out to touch her, but she playfully swats his hand away, like she would with a lesser client. "Ah, ah, you only touch when I let you."
She kneels between his legs, bringing her breasts down close to his face. She touches herself, caressing the side of her breasts, squeezing them together, showing them off. "You like my tits, don't you?" He nods, then she peels off her bikini top, freeing her breasts, and repeats caressing and touching herself inches from his face. Then she reaches a hand behind his head, and pulls his face into her tit, rubbing it back and forth across his nose, and pressing it firmly into his cheek. "This is why you want a lapdance isn't it? So i'll rub your face into my tits. You like that, don't you?" She shifts, repeating the sequence with her opposite breast. He brings his hand up, grabbing at her other tit, which she allows this time. However, when he puts his lips on her nipple, she pulls away, shaking her finger at him.
She stands up, twirling around, stopping with her ass to him as she peels off her bikini bottoms. Then she shakes her bare ass in his face, slapping it, and this time grabbing his hand and placing it on her ass. "You like a tight ass baby? Go ahead, spank me." He complies, giving her a swat. "Harder." He gives her another swat. "Mmm, I like that," she taunts, before turning around to face him.
Again she puts her leg on the bed, pulling his face near her crotch. This time he can smell her. She forces his cheek onto her thigh, holding him there inches from her sex as she touches herself.
Moments later she falls back down to her knees, rubbing her tits in his face, before pushing him backwards and rubbing them into his lap. She spent a couple minutes there, dragging her tits across his lap, her hands rubbing his thighs. Then she moves her hand in, rubbing him through his pants. "You like that? Can I unbutton your pants?"
He cleared his throat before answering, "Yes." She released the button, unzipped them, pried them open, and manipulated him through his underwear, straightening and and adjusting him until just the tip poked out above the fabric before running her fingers over it. It felt amazing, and he found himself wondering if this was part of a normal lapdance. "Is this something you do at the club?"
She found it a weird question for him to ask, but he was okay with her stripping, and she figured she might as well be honest. "Sometimes. If I feel like it." She ran her fingers over him a few more times, before leaning and pressing a breast into his lap, sure to rub it back and forth against his bare tip as well. "Do you like it? Would you give me a good tip?"
"Yes, absolutely."
She shifted to the other side, repeating the motion with her opposite breast, this time with her hand rubbing him through the fabric. "Tell you what, I'll only go as far as I ever have in the club, and then i'll let you know when i'm taking the gloves off and giving you the girlfriend experience. That way you can see what they are not getting."
She leaned away, bringing her hands back to him, sure to tease the bare tip as much as she might at the club. Then she pulled at the waistband, and gently brushed his full length with her fingertips. She stroked him a dozen times like this, then gave some extra attention to the head, then stroked him a dozen more times. It wasn't something she did often, but she did do it. She knew how much men liked it. When she was finished, she repositioned the fabric to fully cover him.
Then she stood, gently pushing him onto his back before kneeling on the bed straddling him. She leaned over him until her tit was right in front of his face. "You can use your mouth, but no teeth, no biting."
He didn't need to be asked twice, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as his hands came up to guide and squeeze her tit. While he did, she gently lower her hips until she pressed against his fabric covered underwear. Her hips were rotated back, so it wasn't her clit, but the base of her pelvis, just as she'd do at the club. Then she gently rocked herself as he suckled at her tit. After a couple minutes, she pulled away. "That's all the men at the club get. Sometimes I make them cum, sometimes they do when I don't intend it, sometimes they don't at all. Any more questions?"
He shook his head, "nope, that's pretty clear," not sure what question he would even ask. She probably did more to men than he would prefer, but was it more than he expected? Not really.
"Alright, and now I'll give you the girlfriend experience. She climbed off the bed, grabbed the bottom cuff of his pants, and pulled them free. Then she peeled his underwear off, before kneeling between his legs. From there, she slid her hands up his thighs, gently brushing his balls, then up the length of his shaft. When she reached the head, she began rubbing a single finger back and forth across the rim. Even lying flat on his back and looking at the ceiling, she could tell from his breathing patterns he liked it. She took her time, varying her motion, just playing with him.
After a couple minutes, she grasped the head between her fingers, increasing her pressure, gently rubbing and twisting. She felt him shudder. "You like that, don't you."
He nodded. He couldn't see what she was doing, but it felt amazing. Had she done this when they were together before? He couldn't remember. As she kept up the motion, he felt another shudder run through him.
"With you there are no rules, no routines, and there is no clock. I could do this for an hour if you want, just to make you feel good. Would you like that? If I just rubbed your cock for an hour?" He nodded, and she chuckled. "I bet I know something you'd like more." She lifted him up, leaned her head down, stuck out her tongue, and dragged him back and forth against it.
"Ahhh," he exclaimed, overwhelmed by the warm slippery wetness. If he was honest, some part of him had been thinking about this ever since he recognized her in the club. The things she did with her mouth. Every blowjob he'd ever had didn't measure up to just one of hers. She slowly drew up and down the length, before again rubbing the head against her tongue. Then she took him in her mouth, not thrusting, just holding him there, and just played with his tip with her tongue. It felt so amazing. Exactly how he remembered. He even tried to get another girl to do it once, but it made her uncomfortable and killed the mood. "Ohh my god Liza, that feels *so* good."
She momentarily took him out. "Ohh? Is that what you miss? Or this?" She slipped him back into her mouth and circled him with her tongue, tracing the rim. She knew he missed all of it. She knew a dozen ways to drive a man crazy in her mouth. She kept circling until she heard him gasp, then she switched back to curling and rubbing against the tip. After a solid couple minutes alternating between the two, she slowly drew his full length in and out a couple times before letting him free. "I missed your cock, Jason. You have such a pretty cock."
"Uhm, thanks?" That wasn't something he'd ever heard before, so he wasn't sure if she was joking or serious. A moment later when she had him back in her mouth, he didn't care. What she was doing felt so good all he could think about was wanting more. Her motion made his breathing heavier and heavier.
Usually she'd give him a little of this, and then progress, pushing him closer to climax. They both knew she could make him come in seconds, so it was pretty much up to her how long she spent at it. However, this time she just kept teasing him for what at first felt like three minutes, then four, then five. Sometime after that she lets him out of her mouth. "
?? she wants him inside her and fucks him (this time with her on top)
?? she orders food again
"i'm kinda hungry, mind if i order something before i head off to work?"
?? he's sad she has to go... she tells him monday is her day off, so they can have the whole night
Day 11: 8'3" (mon)
during the day she rents a nice new apartment.. (furnished)
she asks some questions over the phone... does it have high ceilings? how high exactly? (10") does it have a big shower? she'll take it.
she meets the listing agent, who is stunned at her height, asks if she's a basketball star or something. "something like that" she says.
he wants her to fill out an application, but she just makes a sweet deal 'in cash' for him just giving her the lease
she invites Jason over to her place for dinner..
?? what is she wearing?
when he shows up, he's shocked at her towering over him even more (28", almost 2.5 feet taller than him, her breasts completely above his head). he scans down expecting to see her in heels. when she's not, he's confused. , "wait, you were not this tall yesterday' / "uhm yeah, you know that thing I can't tell you about? Well, turns out i'm still growing." / "what? that's not possible." / "and yet here I am... eight foot three, four inches taller each day." / "that's crazy!" / "you're telling me. you try finding clothes in my size" the doorbell rings. "that's the food. maybe it's better if you get it?"
he answers the door, and a delivery guy with two supermarket bags is there. he hands them off, and jason carries them into the living room. 'holy crap you ordered alot of food'. / "yeah, well... ever since this whole things started, i've been constantly hungry." she starts unpacking the chinese food, grabbing chopsticks and just digging in. Jason fishes through the containers, and picks out a tub of mongolian beef.
he comments about how nice her place is... she has a nice view of the city... / yeah, she's been doing really well at work lately.
"So you're stripping, your growing four inches a day, anything else I should know about?" / "Nope, that's it." she quips, before shoveling another huge wad of chow mein into her mouth.
?? after they eat
he was thinking they would go out to a dance club.. which she's not sure about given her height, but he talks her into it.
she's the spectacle of the club, which he gets off on, but eventually gets some unwanted attention from the press and they dash out of there
Day 12: 8'7" (tues)
they wake up together at a normal hour, he gets to see she's even taller... she does her morning measuring routine, confirming she's 8'7"
he freaks out a little, "you can't just keep getting taller" / "i'm a little worried about that too. i mean, it's already majorly inconvenient, but this is getting absurd. I need to call the drug trial hotline." (slipping) / "drug trial? that's what caused this?" (the cat is out of the bag, so she explains it)
she calls the drug trial hotline with him listening... they ask a bunch of questions, then ask if she's feeling okay.. "yes she is, but this is really getting out of hand. eight foot seven?" they give her some platitudes about how the side effects of the drugs were unpredictable, and that she was made aware of this on her release forms. "well do you at least know when it will stop?" (they provide an evasive answer, before finally admitting, 'no')
he has to get to work, 'ohh okay' she says, but then seduces gets him off before he goes, the whole while teasing him about how he said he had to go, how he's going to be late for work, asking him if his boss will be mad, asking him if he could get fired. he asks if she wants to have sex, but that whole horney thing calmed down, she's fine. she just wanted to give him a little morning wake up call.
when they finish, he explains he has to go away on business for a few days. / she jokingly teases that she doesn't believe him, asking if he's sleeping around on her. / 'touche'
--
later that day, when she gets to work, she gets grilled a little about being shockingly taller. her shift manager and the boss talk, and decide to make a headline out of her... world's tallest stripper. they decide to increase her rates, and she negotiates for a bigger cut.
she talks about how she's having trouble getting clothes to wear, they discuss and "will take care of it"... they ask if she needs anything else.. "she needs new workout equipment" (they'll take care of it)... "she's getting too big for taxi".... they'll "figure something out"
Day 13: 8'11" (wed) - her breasts are completely above his head.
she wakes up, does her routine... measures herself, curses about how this is absolutely absurd. she uses her new workout gear, putting an obscene amount of weight on it to find resistance. She finally does, and pumps iron for thirty minutes. Then she jumps rope for thirty minutes. She looks in the mirror after, and is impressed how muscular and sexy she looks.
--
we get to see a slightly new interaction with a client, as she's so huge and strong.
Day 14: 9'3" (thurs)
Day 15: 9'5" - max (friday)
Day 16: 9'5" - max (saturday)
she wakes up at 1pm, does her routine.. measures herself, and is relieved that she's finally the same height as the day before. She talks to herself about never expecting to be nine foot five, but at least now she can learn to live with it.
intermittently while she works out, she texts Jason, "good news, i stopped growing." / "really? how tall are you now?" / "you'll see. i'll be home at 1:30am, come by my place?" / "is this a booty call?" / "maybe."
she heads to work. we get to see her personal driver (minivan)
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Jason shows up at her place at 1:30 to find the door ajar. he lets himself in, calling out her name, 'in here', she calls back from the living room. As soon as he rounds the corner, he sees her standing up, and is shocked at her size. A few long steps across the living room, and she's standing next to him, and he's staring straight across at her belly button. however, that's not as impressive as how much muscle she put on in the last couple days, she's completely ripped. / "holy shit you're huge." / "gee, you really know what to say to a girl. I missed you too sweetie." / "Ohh my god, you're not just taller... you're muscles." / "yeah? you like them?" she tightens and flexes a little, making them even more pronounced. "i'm kinda strong too" she easily picks him up into a carry, with him straddling her belly, and carries him across the room, setting him on the kitchen island where her breasts are now right in front of his face. /
?? where is her storyline going ?
they see a news story about another ultra tall woman. they immediately conclude she must have been in the drug trial, and Eliza wants to meet her.
her phone starts ringing, and pictures of the three huge women (including her) show up on social media
she's gawked and hounded in public, so being out and about becomes difficult for her
her club income goes *way* up... grossing roughly $30,000 per week, $120,000 per month
she founds out she's pregnant -
she reminds Jason of his marriage proposal, and asks if he wants to start a family. (which he finds a strange question) she confesses that the drug-trial was a fertility treatment, and that it worked, and that she's pregnant with his baby. / it shocks him at first, but then he gets excited about it. he thought staying with her meant not having a family. they discuss all the fun they can have.... / then he broaches a touchy subject, that they can move in together, he can support her, and she can stop stripping. / 'uhhh no. i'm making a fuckton of money'. / 'how much?' / she confesses she's making $120k a month. he's floored. he had no idea. / she'll obviously take some time off, but she was thinking her night schedule would be perfect, as she can take care of the baby during the day, and he can watch her at night while she's working. / 'so every night, while you grind your body against other men, i'm going to be changing diapers?" / "when you put it that way it does sound a little unfair. forget it. I can hire a babysitter."
the oversize girls get together and talk about the unique experiences being huge (challenges with the world, clothing, fun they have with their new size) Eliza has the most to say about the last topic, being a stripper.
there is some kind of backlash with Jason's ex-g/f, causing her to show up at his door, meet Eliza and be totally floored and intimidated... which Eliza has a little fun rubbing in her face
Eliza starts to get 'indecent proposals' at work (for increasingly obscene sums of money).. eventually one of them is large enough to bring it up with Jason. (?a million dollars for a 24 hour day with her... probably including sex) .. she tries to talk him into it... she had sex with other men while they were not together.. he should think about it like that, except that they get a million dollars for their family, to help raise their baby. she reaffirms him, 'you're my partner, the father of our baby. you found me again, and it's you i love'. / he has mixed feelings about it, but agrees she should do it. it's too much money to pass up.
she's picked up and driven to a private yacht, where she's greeted by servants, and escorted to a state-room (she has to duck a bit), where there are designer dresses and clothes made special for her. then she's taken to a top deck pool to meet her host. he gushes about how radiant and unique she is, and asks if she would like a cocktail (dispatching someone to make it for her), before inviting her to dip in the pool with him. (4' deep)
as she slips out of her robe, she explains how she's impressed by the yacht, and asks if it's his. It is. He explains where his money comes from (oil?). He would have loved to fly her somewhere in his private jet, but he thinks he needs a larger one for her. she slips into the pool, gliding up close to him, though with her sitting on the bottom, and him sitting on a bench, she's still 'taller' than him. she goes into 'Lizzy' mode, flirtatiously touching him, complimenting him that he 'has it all'. / he retorts that he certainly does, now that she's here. and proceeds to explain his lifelong giantess fetish, and how it makes her the most attractive woman in the world to him. / she is in 'stripper mode', and teases him about what he's dreamed of doing with his giantess, as she kneels over him in the pool, and flaunts her breasts, disrobes, then rubs them in his face. / she promptly resumes, and after he suckles at her tit, he stands up, kissing her. / She's a little surprised, but the guy is paying a million dollars, so she doesn't object, and instead gives him her most seductive kiss. / they are interrupted when her drink arrives, and she tries to ignore it, but he insists she enjoy it, they are in no hurry. / while she sips, he admires her, talking about how amazing her body is, before fondling her. / she sets her drink down, encouraging him, teasing him, until she's jacking him off in the pool. when she's finished, she sits back to enjoy more of her drink.
he asks what she dreams of doing or having, which catches her off guard. 'Lizzy' doesn't really answer questions seriously. It takes some convincing, but she finally confesses a few simple things she wants. / he asks her if she's ever done (several worldly things), professing that he could give the world to her. she'd have servants at her beck and call, famous designers making her clothes. he asks who her most favorite clothing designer is. / Of course he knows him personally, and could have him make custom clothes just for her. / she resists 'this is just 24 hours. i have a partner. we're having a baby together.' / 'ohh of course, of course. and how long have you two been together.' / she has to confess they got back together just several weeks ago. / 'well, he must be doing very special things for you to have your devotion after so little time.'
he changes the subject towards lunch, confirms she's okay with the extravagant lunch he has planned, and calls for his staff to bring it. / she's impressed with the spread and the amazing taste of the food
--
they snorkel at a reef. he spends more time watching her than the fish... which she responds to
afterwords he encourages a massage and afternoon nap, and his staff gives her an amazing massage
--
in the evening, they lay out on top deck, watching the sunset, as he gushes about her beauty, and she plays Lizzy the stripper
it doesn't take long before he's fondling her, they are making out, and then eventually having sex
After Eliza's 'indecent proposal' things are strained with her and Jason, (a) because deep down she envies the wealth she could have if she gave in to her suitor, and (b) he wonders what really happened, and whether she's really faithful to him... they struggle
the wealthy suitor visits her at work, paying her handsomely for her attention, continuing to try to woo her....
eventually he's done enough research that he finds out she wasn't always so tall.. pushes her, sees the social media, and puts the pieces together... then he buys the research group (and the drug)