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The Encounter by Champeen

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The Encounter

by Champeen

 

I was riding the bus home from college one night after an evening class. It was pouring down rain outside and the bus was packed with soaked twenty-somethings. I was sitting by the window, staring out. Waiting at the next stop I saw a very large figure, under and umbrella. The bus stopped to let a few passengers off; the emo kid sitting next to me exited. I could feel the shocks of the bus react as the large person I saw stepped onto the bus. The leviathan closed its umbrella. It was a woman! She was beautiful. A skin-tight sweater outlined her coke-bottle figure and torpedo breasts. Her brunette hair was long and wavy. But the most stunning thing about her was she had to be about six and a half feet tall! She paid her fare with her humongous hands and began to make her way through the standing awestruck passengers. She took a seat in the only open seat on the bus-- the one next to me! The bench seat sunk down considerably as the side of her huge ass pressed against my frame.

"Sorry to crowd you" she said, "I can stand if you want, but it's kind of uncomfortable hunching over. Do you mind if I sit here?"

Her voice was amazingly feminine given her physique. How could such a creature exist? I'd only seen a few men this big in person. I've never meant a woman that even came close to her size. Her figure was amazing. It was like her pituitary and mammary glands just wouldn't take "no" for an answer. As I sat there contemplating and burying a erection with my forearm it occurred to me she asked me a question over ten seconds ago and was starring at me confused, waiting for an answer.

"Uh, no." my voice cracked, fuck!

"No I can't sit here?"

"No! I mean yes... Please stay!" Wow. Me talk good.

She smiled and turned right at me. She was so much taller those huge basketball sized breasts were inches from my face.

"Does my size bother you?"

"No, no. Not at all. I like big women... I mean tall women. Powerful women I mean, it is very liberating I'm sure."

She chuckled at me. She realized I was stumbling over my dick and was being very gracious about it.

"Since you bring it up," I asked with my first clear sentence fragment of the conversation, "how tall are you?"

"Last I checked I was 6'9." she replied, jokingly sitting up erect as possible (which also made me erect as possible).

"Do you live here... in town I mean?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation to act like I was somehow above obsessing about her size.

"Sure do," she replied, "we both go to the same college, unless your hoodie is false advertising or something. You probably haven't seen me on campus because I've been doing independent learning contracts for the last year."

"What are you majoring in?" I asked.

"Social sciences. However I've developed quite a knack for chemistry since going to college. I took a really basical chemistry class because the two credits fit in with my schedule and it turns out I'm really good at it. I spend a lot of time in the lab. I even thought about changing my major, but in my heart of hearts human interaction will always be my one true love."

She smiled, and turned forward facing the front of the bus. We sat in silence for three or four minutes, but it seemed like eternity. I would probably never get a chance to talk to a woman like this again and here I was letting it slip through my fingers. She probably thinks I'm the biggest loser on the planet, given the first part of our conversation. What more could I ask her? If she's on the basketball team? Yeah, that makes sense. I doubt she is because although I don't go to the games I've never heard of a giantess on the team. She's built like a tank too; she'd be unstoppable on the court. Right as I went to open my mouth she spoke first.

"Thanks."

"For the seat? Uh, no problem."

She chuckled at me again. Which makes sense. If she wanted to she could of just sat on me earlier. I would of crushed nicely under her tremendous ass.

"Not for the seat dummy. For treating me like a real human being."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "I was kind of a goober when you first sat down."

"Ha ha. You were taken back by my size. That's understandable. In our society, heck, every society, there is a predetermined notion of what size a woman should be. Especially relative to the larger male. I get stared at all day long. Men look at me like I'm freak or they're scared of me. Most of them want to hump me, but hide their base instincts behind fear and stupidity. Women glare at me like I've done something wrong... Committed a sin against nature by being so much bigger than them. Those who do treat me with some level of respect, opposed to fear, think I'm some kind of novelty act. Do you know how many assholes ask me if I play basketball over the course of the day?"

"No."

"A LOT. Pretty much every other male I come in contact with."

"What a rude thing to ask. There's a lot of dumbasses out there."

"Tell me about it! Don't get me wrong I absolutely love my size. It's a great social experiment every time I go out in public. Looking down on everybody does get me off too. It’s like I'm the only adult in a world of full grown children sometimes. I know that sounds narcissistic, but we all have egos and it'd be the same for anyone. But just because I tower over everybody else doesn't give people the right to make me the object of their hate or ignorance. I'm a human being too goddammit!... And besides, don't these little people know I could break them in half?"

She jokingly said that last part, sort of, with a smile... Hmmm, I hope she doesn't notice the giant pool of semen that seems to have soaked half my inner pant leg during that monologue.

"That is rough," I said, “I always wished I was taller myself. But growing up a tall female must be a difficult childhood."

"Actually,” she paused, "I was normal height growing up. It wasn't until after I came to college I had a few monster growth spurts that pushed me up well over a foot taller."

"Some spurts!"

"Yeah weird shit, huh? I must admit; I helped them along a bit too. When I noticed I was growing a little I would gorge myself with whatever food I could find. That really accelerated things. Thank god I come from money, because when I was on a spurt I could clean out the whole fucking fridge. Not that I had to mind you... but the sensation of outgrowing everybody around you when you’re in your early twenties is like walking around with a really good vibrator wedged in your twat. I wake up some days and just want to keep growing bigger and BIGGER until I'm the biggest thing there is!"

She playfully inflated her lungs and cheeks after that. I could hear the fabric of her sweater stretch to its limit, strained by those huge knockers and torso... At this point I think my jeans were more semen than denim. I wondered if I still had any moisture left in my body.

"W-well, “I asked, "Are you done growing?"

"Well, I'm not growing right now. My last spurt ended a few months ago. But I've had three in the last year and a half, so I could definitely see me having another in the not too distant future." She grinned and put her freakishly large hand on my shoulder.

Turns out I did have more moisture in my body... and there it goes!

"Well I hope you grow as big as your heart desires." I said.

"Aw, you’re sweet. Well, my stop is next. I really enjoyed talking with you... Hey! Would you like to swap info and hang-out sometime?"

Fuck YES!

"Ah, sure... sounds fun." I smoothly replied.

We both pulled our cell phones out of our pockets, to exchange numbers. Then she put her hand on her stomach and started breathing hard.

"Whoa," she said, "I feel all tingly."

"Uh is it a good tingle or bad tingle?" I asked.

"Urk-- good tingle..." she said in a very gruff voice, like she was in pain.

A huge smile crept across her face. For some reason she forced her gigantic breasts forward... and forward... and forward. Wait a second; she wasn't forcing her breasts forward... They were GROWING right before my eyes. She huffed heavily.

"Good thing I held out on that tailor-made bra," she said," I think my little basketballs have turned into overripe watermell--- whoa WHOA!"

Just then she held out her arms from her sides as her body began inflating. Her sweater ripped off of her as she grew taller and broader. Her body began pressing mine to the side of the bus as her head edged up towards the ceiling. The buttons on her jeans popped off in sequence, hitting the ceiling of the bus. Shortly there after her jeans tore down the seams and exploded off of her body. She was now completely naked and a easily over seven feet tall. It was hard to tell exactly how massive she was becoming because her knees had been smashed against the seat in front of us since she sat down. Her bent knees grew upward as fast as the rest of her.

Of course everybody else on the bus was watching, either scared shitless or in awe, or both. The driver, who undoubtedly had no idea what to do, finally stopped the bus when she became so huge that her bent legs ripped the seat in front of us out of the floor, rocketing it forward. The two passengers in the seat definitely broke some bones upon being crushed. The passengers all freaked out and hit the exits of the bus at amazing speed. All but me, who was being crushed by this expanding mountain of a woman. Sweat poured down her as she grew larger and larger, seemingly huffing herself into giant hood. Between breathes she began talking to herself.

“Removing the impurities worked… I shouldn’t have drank it all at once… Need more room…”

I was about to be smashed flat between her and the bus wall, when our bench seat collapsed under her increasing weight. This seemed to bring her back to reality. She started to standup and immediately hit her head on the bus’s ceiling so hard it left a sizeable dent.

“Fuck!” she roared.

She began crawling her way off the bus as she grew. She must have been around eight feet tall by now. When she reached the exit she was clearly much much too big to fit through it. Still, she lunged forward, ripping the door out of the bus. Metal twisted and glass shattered from the windows, showering an awestruck audience watching close by.

Traffic was stopped in both directions as she stood to her majestic full height. Her body was now growing less consistently, but in huge bursts instead. She wasn’t quite banging herself, but she was rubbing her junk with both hands pretty hard as she let out cry after cry that sounded like a cross between an orgasm and a shriek of tremendous pain. With each cry she seemingly forced her body larger. If she started out at eight feet she was now 8’4… another cry, 8’7… another cry nine feet tall. Cry after cry after cry she burst upward until she was about the height of the bus, which was ten feet tall.

Then something terrible happened. She let out a cry and did not grow. She let out another, this one sounded much more painful, and nothing happened. She put her hands on her stomach that began growling like mad.

“I need more… UGN… food!” she yelled in pain.

The crowd just stood back like a bunch of cowards, probably glad that she had stopped growing. 

I sprung into action. I jumped off the bus and scanned the scene for any evidence of food in the area. Ah ha! A pizza car. I ran at it, threw open one of it’s back doors and stole the pizza keeping warm in its delivery satchel. The delivery guy was too terrified of the giantess in front of him to react to me. I then scaled the bus and removed the pizzas from their heating pouch. There were five of them. At this point she was doubled over in hunger pain. She had one knee on the ground. It looked like she was crying as the rain poured all over her humongous body. These people should be ashamed of themselves.

“Hey!” I yelled. She looked up at me, “It looks like you could use a bite to eat!”

She smiled and found the strength to get to her feet and stagger over to the bus. She held her mouth open as I immediately shoved an entire piece of pizza into it. She didn’t even bother to chew, swallowing the piping-hot offering whole. I could hear the crowd franticly yelling at me to stop. Who are they to say how big a person can be? I quickly shoved the remainder of the first pizza into her mouth. After swallowing she smiled at me, then grabbed the side of the bus with both hands. Clinching as hard as she could to gather energy.

“Hunh hunh-- RAAAAAAWWWWW!”

She started to grow like crazy. 10’3, 10’7, 11-feet tall!

“MORE!” she demanded.

I shoved another pizza into her face. She let out another passionate cry, surpassing 12-feet in height!

She grabbed her stomach.

“Oh no,” she exclaimed, “The tingling is stopping! Quick, put all that pizza in me NOW!”

I shoveled the pizzas into her as fast as I could. She devoured them all then quickly began to let out a blood curdling roar that could be heard for a five-mile radius.

13-feet!

14-feet!

15-feet!

She stopped growing. The spurt must have ended… or so I thought. After a few huge huffs of air she clinched her fists and let out one more cry that could wake the dead. Her head slowly crept up to 15’5, 15’8, 15’9… She was now staring me eye to eye and I was standing on a 10-foot tall bus! Her head crept up to 16-feet as her growth finally stopped. She stood there looking down on me and smiled.

“You’re such a nice guy,” she said sweetly as she picked me up like a doll and hugged me between two breasts that each weighed about as much as I did. She sat me on the ground.

“You’d better beat feet little man. I’m about to be national news. I don’t want to make your life weird just because you helped me.”

I wanted to stick around, but she demanded I take off. Since she could probably swallow me whole now I didn’t argue back and walked away into the darkness.

She was indeed national news. And although several spectators caught the event with their camera phones, the quality of all the tapes was so poor I was unidentifiable in them. I followed her exploits in the paper and on the internet. After the initial media blitz surrounding the giantess who officially stood 16’2 tall she was sued by the bus company for the damage done to the bus and was charged with indecent exposure and disturbing the peace. Her parents easily paid those charges.

It was about a month later when I saw her on the campus square. She walked over towards me as the other students looked up at her in complete awe. Most of us weren't much taller than her knees. She was no longer like the only adult in a world of children. She was now literally the only god in the world of man. My heart was beating out my chest as she approached. She was less thick than before probably due to running out of food for awhile during that fateful night. However, she wasn’t ultra skinny either. A skin-tight grey polo shirt hugged her huge torso. She was wearing an enormous bra too. She had to stop about 10-feet in front of me to talk; otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to see me under her gigantic breasts. Her knee high jeans looked like they were painted on. Perhaps she had gained back a little weight since having these clothes tailor made.

"Hey." she said.

"Hey! How's the weather up there! dur hur!" I joked, trying to be corny as fuck. She giggled.

"Seriously", I continued, "how you doin'?"

"Pretty good", she responded, " I wanted to thank you for that night... I owe you like six feet!"

"Aw, think nothing of it. Do you like your new size?"

"What's not to like? It's awesome. Nobody asks me smart ass questions anymore. They all just get the hell out of my way like obedient little insects should... But what I want to know is... do YOU like my new size?"

Fuck it. At this point I was comfortable enough around her to say what I was thinking.

"Do I LIKE your new size? You're literally like my wet dream come true... The only thing that's going to be taller than you around here is my boner in about five seconds when I'm stroking the hell out of it."

She gave me the cutest "too much info" facial expression I've ever seen.

"... in conclusion-- your new size? Aces in my book."

"Well", she said fighting a huge smile, "I was hoping you'd say that... The stroking off part was a bit much, but you know what I mean. I was wondering if I could ask you one last big favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Well, the only drawback to being a giant goddess is you're too big to do a lot of things. Like for instance, fit in the chemistry lab or work a pipette... You see, I really wanted to go on a giantess-sized eating binge tonight, but the problem with that is I'd get thirsty."

She placed her enormous hands on her perfect stomach and gave me puppy dog eyes. She continued.

"I was hoping, with instruction from me, you could fix me a drink. A pick-me-up really."

She smiled down at me mischievously.

"... a BIG pick-me-up!"
 

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