Hormones

by Schrodinger's Cat

Kiera was diagnosed with macromastia shortly after her sixteenth birthday. What that basically means is that she is hyper-sensitive to estrogen, which, in turn, means that her breasts are constantly growing very slowly; at the rate she'd been growing since she was fifteen, she'd put on half a pound a year into her breasts, which may not sound like much, but given that before her growth had been attributed to macromastia she was already a c-cup with breasts weighing one and a half pounds each.

In school she had initially been treated like a goddess, however towards the end of high school people began to treat her nastily about it, treating her like a freak because her breasts were too big. For this reason, Kiera had incredibly low esteem. She was, however, lucky in how her macromastia had affected her in that although her boobs were now unfeasibly massive (each larger than her head and weighing more than a baby), they were both perfectly normal in shape, and had grown at equal rates.

Kiera hated the idea of having her body messed with through the use of hormones slightly less than she hated the idea of surgery, and so it was with considerable hesitation (that is, four years worth) that she finally decided to give it a go (the hormones, that is), knowing that soon she would have serious health problems if they continued to grow; they were already size 38KKK.

None of the hormones usually used to treat macromastia, like progesterone, worked on Kiera, and as such they decided to go for a more experimental one: It was called Androsterogen, and was a specially made mixture of testosterone and estrogen, augmented specially, that would supposed stop her uncontrollable breast growth. Initially, Kiera was worried by the fact that it was actually a type of steroid, however Zach talked her round the biology and about anabolic steroids, which put her mind at ease; the testosterone and estrogen would balance each other out so there would be no side effects for a woman (for a man, however, it was a different matter).

Zach was a breast man. No, I don't mean breast man like Robert Paulson; I mean a guy who likes big boobs, and as such thought himself the luckiest man alive to have a girlfriend like Kiera; she was short and slight, weighing 109lbs, 16lbs of that being her enormous breasts, and stood at just 5'0, however both of these things helped to emphasize just how large her hooters were. On top of that, Kiera, with her tanned skin, perky nose and slanted cheekbones, was really pretty, too.

Kiera was very self-conscious about her chest, though she loved them in private, especially in bed, however even whilst doing chores or watching the TV she would constantly fondle them or get Zach to massage them purely because they were so tender and sensitive. In public, however, her esteem in her looks was low, and she would often strap them down, more recently, and wear baggy clothes to hide her figure.

Standing in their kitchen, Zach was looking at his girlfriend appraisingly, proud she had plucked up the courage to go through with the treatment:

“Okay. Here goes nothing” she said, rubbing one of her mammoth mammaries self consciously as she prepared to take her first dosage of the Androsterogen pills.

“Don't worry about it; all the side effects from the testosterone are counter balanced by the estrogen, and vice versa; you've got nothing to worry about”

“I love you” she said, popping a pill into her mouth and gulping it down.

“I love you too, now I'm gonna have to hurry up or I'm gonna be late for work” said Zach., giving her a short kiss on her full lips. Zach had some boring desk job that Kiera didn't really know anything about. “You'll be late too if you're not careful...” he said, warningly. Kiera was a waitress in an uptown restaurant. She always got the biggest tips (though she was convinced it was not because she was sexy but out of pity; her esteem really was abysmal)

The day passed without incident, and the next morning Kiera walked into the kitchen, staring meaningfully at Zach with bright eyes full of a kind of desperate hope.

“So... do they look different? My puppies, I mean. I swear they feel a little smaller... Well, actually, it feels more like everything else grew around them; my clothes are really chafing me today. I think I'm coming down with a rash... Is that a side effect?” she said, suddenly sounding worried; she was highly paranoid about what the hormones would do to her.

“Don't be silly; it wouldn't have an affect after one day; these things are subtle.”

“Oh...” she replied, looking slightly crestfallen, almost as if she'd hoped there would be side effects.

At work in the restaurant, Kiera fidgeted about all day with the straps of her apron; it felt far too tight and was hugging her body too closely, meaning everyone could see her voluptuous figure; a figure she spent every waking moment trying to hide from everyone. “Crappy thing... it should be much baggier than this...” she muttered furiously as she mopped tables, aware that there was a table of men on the far side of the room staring at her ass. She was sure she had accidentally swapped her apron with somebody else. Kiera spent most of the day blushing and avoiding the gazes of horny middle-aged men.

“Wow, Kiera, you look... ummm... different...” said Alice, one of her co-workers. “Did you lose weight?”

“Yeah, you look fantastic, Kiera. I just never knew you were so big...” said Janice, making an arm gesture that signified large breasts. Clearly she had hidden her figure well if these people she'd known for all this time hadn't noticed just how buxom she was.

“Oh, I umm... no... maybe. I don't know...” replied Kiera, hurriedly, suddenly deciding that table four needed wiping again, brushing past the small crowd of waitresses.

One week later...

“How was work, honey?”

“Awful; some idiot still has my apron instead of theirs, and it feels like it's getting even tighter as the days go by, so I spent the entire day being looked at like I was a freak because I was shrink wrapped in that goddamn apron. I really need to get a new one off the boss.”

“They weren't looking at you because they thought you were weird; they were looking at you because you're absolutely gorgeous: you're pretty, curvy, busty; you've got it all going on, Kiera, seriously.” said Zach ernestly. Kiera snorted derisively; Zach tried this on her at least twice a day, and she flat out didn't believe it, though she appreciated the sentiment.

“Yeah well... I just hope the pills start taking effect soon. I want to be able to wear my 34F bras again; at least those were bearable...”

“It'll all come in time, baby”

“Yeah well if anything it feels like my breasts are getting even bigger even faster; these pills are bullshit.”

“Kiera... I just noticed... you look different...” said Zach, looking confused, as if he wasn't quite sure what was wrong.

“I'm not stupid, Zach, I know full well the pills haven't started to work yet, so don't try and say that “oh well they look tiny now” because I know they don't”

“No, it's not that, it's... I don't know... Are you wearing heels?”

“No” said Kiera, raising one of her bare feet; Zach stared at it, his brows knitted together.

“...How tall are you?”

“What? ...Five foot nothing. Why?”

“Well I'm 6'3, so that means you're fifteen inches shorter than me, right?”

“Ummm, I guess so, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Because, well, I know this sounds crazy, but you seem... well... taller...”

“What? That's just silly...”

“No, I'm serious, look where your head reaches on my body; that seems about a foot, not a foot and a half!”

“You're just trying to make me feel better; you know I've always wanted to be taller.” she said angrily.

“Fine! I'll get a tape measure!” said Zach, hot-headedly, walking out of the room. A moment later he returned with a tape measure in his hand. After a moment of fiddling, Zach proclaimed:

“Aha! You're actually 5'3!” he said triumphantly.

“...no I'm not.” she said flatly. “It's not funny, Zach, you know I'm self conscious about my height.”

“I'm not lying, and besides, you're self conscious about everything; you flat out refuse to admit that you are beautiful” replied Zach. Kiera kissed him on the lips firmly and moved his hands onto her breasts so that he could massage them for her; she gasped as he played with her nipples expertly.

“I love you, even if you are a bit of a jerk sometimes...”

“... Oh, well I love you too... If you don't believe me about being taller than you thought you were, just draw a line on the wall where your head reaches to, and measure yourself for yourself”

“Fine!” said Kiera, not sure how they had let this turn into an argument. Kiera measured herself, and to her astonishment, she genuinely was 5'3; 3 inches taller than she should've been. “Oh my god... Do... do you think it was the pills?”

“No, that's impossible; your entire skeleton would have to grow for that to happen, as well as everything else, which is impossible because your epiphyseal plates on your bones have all shut because you've finished puberty.”

“I have no idea what that means” she stated.

“It means no tablet could do that to someone in a week. You've probably been that size for years, and you just made a mistake when you measured yourself”

“Yeah... I suppose...”

After that day, Kiera seemed to have acquired a new confidence; she wore tighter and more revealing clothes and walked with her back straight instead of hunched, pushing her magnificent boobs outwards and upwards. She seemed much happier.

A week went by like this before Zach noticed something else had changed as Kiera undressed to go to bed:

“Honey, have you been working out?”

“What? No... Do you think I should start?”

“No it's just... you look really toned... like, really toned. You're practically ripped! ...Do you feel okay?” he said, looking concerned. Kiera examined herself in the mirror; there were faint lines all over her body the signified muscles beneath the skin; she rubbed her stomach, now flat as a pancake and split up into little sections by her newly found abs; she discovered that her skin felt much firmer.

“I feel... I guess I feel sexy. No other word to explain it...”

“You sure as hell look sexy...”

“I know...” she said in a sultry voice, advancing towards the bed, butt-naked.

“What an un-you like thing to say”, Zach thought to himself, but said nothing.

“Now you've got a job to do with those big strong hands of yours; my puppies are aching”

obliging to Kiera's command of a massage for her tantalisingly soft breasts; Zach buried his face in her cleavage as he did so, feeling so glad he was with this girl.

Another two weeks went by, before Zach started to notice more changes:

“These stupid shoes... they're barely a month old! Cheap crap!” she yelled angrily, throwing them at a wall.

“What's wrong with them?”

“They're too tight; I keep getting blisters, look” she said, showing Zach a small blister on the back of her ankle. “Everything I own keeps messing up; my tights all have ladders in them, the trousers I ordered were given in a size too small so now they're half-mast and my all my bras dig into my tits like crazy because THOSE STUPID PILLS DO NOTHING!” she yelled, exasperated. Zach looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Maybe the trousers they sent you were the right size... Maybe those shoes are right, too...”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean maybe it's you that's, umm, the wrong size...”

“Are you out of your mind? Forget this, I'm getting my money back...” she said, brushing past him towards the door.

“I think you should measure yourself again, Kiera...”

“Why? We already know you were right about how tall I am. You don't need to rub it in...”

“It'll just take a minute...”

“Okay, fine.”

Zach retrieved the tape measure whilst Kiera drew a mark on the wall where her head reached up to. Kiera had grown over the past three weeks to a height of 5'6.

“No way... holy shit... how the hell did this happen?”

“Well... you have gigantomastia. A similar condition called gigantism means that you're whole body grows taller... I guess that's what this is... if you already have one, I guess it makes you more likely to have the other...”

“I always wanted to be taller...” she slowly, a smile coming onto her face. “And now I am... isn't that great?”

“Yeah... just great...” said Zach, his eyes transfixed on her heaving breasts; “they have definitely grown bigger”, he thought, struggling against the urge to lick his lips.

“I should go to the hospital...” she said, popping one of her androsterogen pills into her mouth. “See if they can figure out what's happening... it's so weird I didn't notice that I've grown half a foot... I thought the shower head seemed lower...”

“Well I guess that's because it's happened over the course of a month. Anyway, we should go right now” said Zach concernedly. “Let's get changed...”

Whilst changing their clothes, Zach looked at the form of his beautiful girlfriend, when he noticed something even more strange about her:

“Holy crap!” exclaimed Zach.

“What?”

“You're... you're...”

“I'm what? I'm what?!” she cried, looking scared.

“Totally ripped!” yelped Zach. “Those muscles... fucking hell!” Together, they examined her bicep; now not just toned, but fitness-pumped. It was on the verge of looking muscular. Kiera flexed it experimentally, and a bicep the size of a lemon popped up; Zach examined her naked form: from her arms to her rippled-with-muscle back to her now bulging calves to her, much larger and more firm bum and especially her now oaken thighs, everything seemed to have been thickened and made more sturdy and defined. She looked like a semi-pro athlete; someone who was very mindful of keeping fit but didn't actively lift weights or anything like that.

“Wow... I must be almost a strong as you...” said Kiera, with a peculiar look in her eye...

There was a long, heavy silence in which Zach eyed Kiera warily as she flexed various muscles in her body.

“...We've got to get to the hospital; god knows what bad things could be happening to your body underneath...” said Zach.

“Then stop talking and let's go. I want to drive this time!” she said forcefully. Zach opened his mouth to argue, but then, for reasons he couldn't explain, decided not to. His girlfriend being closer to him in size (although still nine inches off; a long way, by any standards), was surreal for Zach, and yet also a complete turn on, however there was another feeling mixed in there too: He felt... threatened.

“You look stressed, honey. Why don't I take care of you from the back seat whilst you drive...” said Zach, giving her a sensual massage whilst kissing her neck and back.

“Well, there's only one possible explanation: It is a totally unexpected side effect of the androsterogen that you've been taking. I recommend stopping the dose and then with any luck the changes will reverse themselves after a few weeks or so” said the doctor; a different one from the one who prescribed to the medicine in the first place.

“Is there any sign of her body being harmed in the long term by these pills?” asked Zach.

“Honestly, no. Her heart is beating like an ox's and her vitality as a whole seems to have improved, however over the long run, we cannot surely say that the pills haven't harmed her health, in fact with this much bodily tampering, it is almost a certainty there will be repercussions were she to continue the dose.”

“Fat lot of use that was, then” said Zach, angrily as they drove back. “No solutions besides what we already know. He didn't even really give you a check-up...”

“I don't think he believed us, I mean, you said yourself, it is pretty far-fetched for a pill to make you grow half a foot taller; how could we not have heard of something that could do that? Everyone would want it.”

Once at home Kiera rushed into the bedroom and emptied the bottle of pills into a cup and hid it at the back of her underwear draw, and then walked out with the empty bottle and made a point of making sure Zach could see her apparently throwing the pills into the trash. “Good riddance...” she muttered. “There's no point going to work now, is there baby...” she said in a husky voice, pulling Zach towards the bedroom by his collar.

“I supposed not!” he yelped.

“And I want to take this body for a whirl...” she said, looking positively horny. As they ripped each others' clothes off, Zach looked at his girlfriend and saw that her breasts had grown even bigger; not much bigger, but enough for somebody who had spent every day for a month staring at them to notice.

As she undid her bra strap, they practically exploded out. Zach also noticed that they rode her higher on her chest; even whilst naked they looked like they were supported by a bra, seeming far too perky for assets so incredibly large. Zach realized it must be her muscles; although the air-bags pinned to her torso obscured them, she probably had fairly significant pectoral muscles underneath to keep them airborne. Although it made sex much more enjoyable, Zach couldn't help but feel unnerved by how much more toned she had become; any more and she would be downright muscular.

Unbeknownst to Zach, Kiera not only continued her dose, but doubled it, now taking two pills per day. Five days after returning from the hospital, Kiera measured herself again: 5'7

“Honey, I've grown...” she sung melodically, smiling seductively.

“Really?! I mean... that's umm... great... I think. How tall are you?”

“Five foot seven and a half. I'm catching up, baby...” she grinned. All pretense of being happy fled of Zach's face; he turned pale and suddenly decided he was going to be late for work.

Kiera had had to buy all her clothes over again, and since she had the opportunity, she decided to buy clothes that instead of hiding it, would show off her physique; the low cut tops paid for themselves given the dramatic increase in tips she received whilst wearing them. She only bought skirts, as opposed to her usual baggy trousers, so that it would be less noticeable when they began to not fit any more. Her co-workers seemed to notice the change, but said nothing; after all, what could they say? “Wow Kiera, you're looking a foot taller today!”; the whole situation was absurd.

Kiera took to wearing a pair of 5 inch heels that she had bought, increasing her height to 6'0 whilst she wore them, putting her at just three inches shorter than Zach. The way their relationship worked on a fundamental level changed; Kiera was now the one who drove everywhere, and was almost always on top during sex, whilst Zach found he was the one cooking dinner increasingly often.

Two weeks later, Zach walked in and found Kiera measuring herself against the wall; she had grown to 5'9, most of it in her almost ridiculously long legs. Her entire body was becoming more and more athletic; although a long way off being comparable in muscularity to Zach, she had taken one giant leap in the right direction over the past month and a half.

“Zach, do you like my new body?” she asked inquisitively, absent mindedly striking a pose which showcased her buxom, athletic body perfectly.

“You're even more perfect now, and that's saying something”

“Yeah, but, do you like it?” said Kiera, reading Zach like a book.

“I... yeah, I like it.” he said after a pause. “I'm just worried about what could happen if it continues like this. Especially since you refuse to see a doctor...” he continued, a look of worry on his face.

Their sex life became unbearable for Zach as he simply couldn't keep up with her any more; he was practically unconscious before Kiera had come most nights; she had so much energy now. She started working out and lifting weights, which Zach didn't see the point of considering she was putting on a good pound of muscle every week; before she had taken the pills she had weighed 109lbs, or as she had liked to put it, “93lbs plus boobs”, however now she weighed over a 150; an amount that was steadily rising as she put on 2lbs per week from the combined growth of her muscles and body as a whole.

Another week went by of this new life, by which time Kiera had grown to the height of 5'10, making her 6'3 in the new pair of heels, as the old ones no longer fit; the same height as Zach. He would try to maneuver her about in bed, but since she had grown so much, now weighing in at only a little less than Zach himself, he found he simply didn't have the strength to, or at least, not easily. “Those pills were the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know?” said Kiera, examining her sun-kissed legs; she had even taken on a darker tan as a result of the pills. Zach felt guilty about disliking the changes so much; was it so bad that he just wanted his old girlfriend back, not this dominatrix super-woman he saw lying spread-eagled on their bed.

Beneath her clothes, Kiera had continued to become stronger and stronger; she now had a bicep the size of an apple when she flexed it, a single thick vein now running along the top, would pop up. Her thighs became oaken and as thick as tree trunks, whilst her hips broadened to accommodate them. The only thing that didn't grow was her waist, which on her increasingly amazonian form looked more and more wasp-ish with every day.

Another week passed, and she was now 5'11; in her heels she was now taller than Zach by an inch. She whispered in his ear as he walked past: “I'm really catching up now, aren't I baby...”. She become very confident in her looks, and whilst at home barely ever wore any clothes at all, least of all bras, which she claimed were useless now her breasts could hold themselves up perfectly fine.

“Honey, flex your bicep for me...” she said one day. Zach did so tentatively; a bicep the size of a softball popped up. Kiera did the same, and a bicep only a little smaller than Zach's popped up on her arm too, complete with a thick blue vein. “I must be about as strong as you now...” she purred, kissing him sensually on the neck whilst wrapping her long legs around him in a powerful grip that felt like a vice; Zach found that he actually couldn't move at all; she was so powerful now. Even though his muscles were still bigger, Zach suspected she was actually stronger than him, although he would never allow her to know this: He would have to be careful around her.

Zach turned white, looking down at his still comparatively short wife; she would still have to grow four inches in order to catch up to him, however by the time she had grown those four inches, just how strong would she be?

“And if I keep growing... I'll be even stronger...” she said, licking her lips and looking at her body in the mirror; she was downright muscular now. Any more and she could be mistaken for a female body-builder. “That thought scares you, doesn't it Zach? The thought of me being stronger than you...” she said, smiling. “This feels really great, you know... being so powerful... and I'm only a few inches away from being just as tall as you... soon I'll be even taller...” she said, smiling, strange look that seemed alien on her face appearing.

“6'1, little man.” she said.

“Little man? You aren't bigger than me yet!” he said angrily, trying to walk past her.

“Yet” she repeated. “Is the key word here. Come see my muscles, baby, don't you think they're sexy?” she said, flexing a bicep; a softball sized muscle popping up; a muscle that, as Zach noticed, was a little bigger than his. When would it end?

“That's great, honey...” he said, trailing off.

“Now show me yours” she demanded. He pulled up his sleeve and they compared their biceps.

“Ooh... looks like you are my little man after all. Want to arm wrestle?”

“No, dear, I've got to get to work...” he said, escaping out of the door.

Every shred of excess fat had been removed from Kiera's body; her skin had once been as soft and as padded as marshmallows, but now she had become so much more lithe and...tightened. Her entire body was as hard as Zach's dick when he got a boner, which was seemingly all the time now, the little... no, big seductress that she had become; she now weighed in excess of 200lbs, more than Zach.

Her hips had become at least six inches wider to accommodate the increase of at least three inches of girth in her tree-trunk thighs. Her calves had developed into fetching heart shaped muscles the size of apples, and her ass had at least tripled in size; the one thing Kiera had always lacked was a good bum; before the transformation, it had simply been the case that her back ended and her legs began, but now she had a bum to be proud of; large yet firm, supple and perfectly round, it too was filled with muscle; when Zach put his arm between the cheeks and she tensed them, his arm would be stuck there completely.

Kiera's shoulders had broadened similarly to her hips, becoming nearly as wide as Zach's own, and her back had become laden with muscles that rippled sensually under her skin as she walked. She had easily the most extreme hourglass figure that Zach had ever seen, and having always been a fan of full bodied women, he loved it. Kiera's biceps swelled up to and beyond Zach's; her arms were now as thick as softballs when she wasn't even flexing.

A fortnight later...

“Honey, would you please stop wearing those heels when your wearing nothing else but your underwear; it looks ridiculous.” said Zach irritably one morning; Kiera had been avoiding Zach for weeks now as she had started to feel guilty about how her growth had been making him feel; not openly going out of her to avoid him, but simply trying not to remind him of just how big and strong she was becoming.

“But I'm not wearing the heels – ” she stopped suddenly, staring at her bare feet and realizing what had caused the confusion. “...little man...” she purred, strutting over to her boyfriend, whom she saw she was now not only stronger than, but bigger than too, she kissed him on the forehead; a place that she could never normally have reached even as recently as a week ago.

“You! You're bigger than me!” he said disbelievingly.

“I must be at least 6'4 now...” she smiled. “Maybe even 6'5...” she said thoughtfully.

Zach wished she had stopped there. He wished with all his heart; she was bigger than him now, bully for her, but surely it wouldn't make her feel any better for her to be any bigger?

Apparently it would, as next week she sauntered into the bathroom as Zach shaved, throwing her arms around him and leaning her head on his, her chin now being on level with the top of Zach's head. “6'7, baby...” she whispered in his ear, grinning mischievously.

“6'7?!” Zach had yelped, stumbling backwards against a wall, away from his increasingly giant-sized girlfriend.

Kiera was now so tall that she turned heads constantly as she walked down the street, although much of that was her figure, which was beyond stunning; on several occasions she had seen men drop whatever they were holding onto the floor and just stare, eyes laden with lust. Seemingly every other man loved the new her, so why did the one man she wanted to love it, hate it? It was so unfair.

Her skirt which had once reached to her knees was now a skin-tight mini-skirt that hugged her bulging thighs sexily, whilst her once baggy jeans were now plastered to her legs, not even able to reach past her bulging calves; most of them had ripped at the seams when she had tensed her positively enormous thighs, and she couldn't even begin to zip up the fly; she now just used a length of rope as a belt.

Her T-shirts were so small for her that they looked more like bras, and her bras now looked like some sort of torture device when she tried to put them on; dozens of pounds of breast flesh simply overflowed on all sides; each of her titanic mammaries now weighed as much as Zach's leg. Kiera's feet had grown beyond compare, and the only shoes that came anywhere near fitting were a pair of specialist heels she had bought off the internet weeks before, when she had thought being a foot taller than the average human would be all fun and games. Because of the colossal size of her feet (nigh on a foot long, yet still sexy and feminine), the heels on her shoes were equally gigantic, yet her feet were only elevated at a little over a 45 degree angle; her 8 inch heels raised her up to a giantess-like height of 7'3, which she used simply for the purpose of terrifying Zach. Kiera had yet to find a doorframe she could walk under without ducking whilst she wore them.

Kiera's muscle growth had seemingly slowed down, when in fact she was still gaining several pounds of muscles every week, and it just didn't show so much on her amazonian form as they were now growing in proportion to the rest of her body; it seemed like Kiera had reached her perfect proportions, and her body content to simply sit back and grow; she was now probably around twice as strong as Zach, who felt like a child in comparison.

Another fortnight passed when Kiera said in the low, husky voice that she had acquired as part of her growth: “6'10, and it feels gooooood” she moaned as she fingered herself at the dinner table; there was no way Zach would ever say out loud that he thought it disgusting and inappropriate to do such things whilst eating, in fact, there was no way he'd have the courage to confront her about anything.

Kiera had made it abundantly clear that she wasn't going to be looking for a new job any time soon, making Zach the sole income provider, whilst at the same time she would no longer cook her own meals or do any of the housework, plus she expected Zach to constantly tend to her, leaving Zach in an almost insomniac-like state of permanent tiredness: it turned out, even with the massive effort that Zach was putting in on his girlfriend's behalf, he still could satisfy her seemingly insatiable thirst for sex, so one day she calmly said:

“You alone can no longer satisfy me in bed. I shall be hiring male prostitutes every day from now on.” to which he just nodded meekly and jumped onto his dominatrix girlfriend's belly whilst she whipped him with her belt, licking her bottle-neck sized nipples eagerly, feeling elated as she moaned with joy.

After a whole long month of this new life, Kiera seemed to have accepted that she would never fit in with crowds, and so when the time came for her to buy yet another pair of shoes, she didn't order a pair of giant(ess) pumps as she had been telling herself she would, but a pair of $600 specially made giant thigh-length boots with ten inch steel heels; she stood at a monstrous 7'10 whilst wearing them. Whilst wearing them she was 19 inches taller than her boyfriend, who looked like a dwarf compared to her now, who simply let himself be taken with it and had given up on trying to control her; he was her play-thing now, and he was honestly starting to like it.

Kiera, it turned out, had hired not one male prostitute, but four, then six, then seven, then ten, who all showed up in their increasing multitude at various times of the day and slept with the seemingly inexhaustible Kiera until Zach showed up, upon which time they would all vanish.

Zach plucked up the courage to tell her that their budget constraints wouldn't allow her spend like this indefinitely, however she just winked and brought him to bed with her and divulged a secret: Those ten men weren't prostitutes; they were clients; Kiera had become a dominatrix. Zach wasn't actually angry at that, although Kiera seemed to think him well within his rights to be, as if she had other people to sleep with, Zach would have less broken bones, and there would be another salary coming in.

Overnight Kiera became the main wage-earner in the relationship, and often Kiera found herself wondering exactly what purpose did Zach serve for her, however she felt guilty straight away afterwards; he had been good to her over the years, and it was only fair she return the favour.

Despite the fact that soon their joint bank-account had a seven figure number within it, Kiera refused to move out of their tiny bungalow with it's 6'5 tall doorframes and floorboards that were now almost totally destroyed by the huge pressure that Kiera's gigantic heels put on them; their entire house was in ruins as Kiera would routinely destroy things when she so much as stretched her arms when she yawned.

Seven weeks after Kiera had become a dominatrix, she stood at 7'10 without the heels now; Zach's head only reached to her nipples (a great place in her opinion), and she rarely left the house; the neighbors all talked about the strange giant lady they had seen walking around in inappropriate clothing. In her new heels, however, a similar pair but even larger, as her feet had grown by two inches since she had bought the last pair, she stood at 8'9; her foot was now as long as his forearm meaning they could accommodate even larger heels: 11 inches. In the heels, Zach's eyes were on level with her belly button.

“Zach.” she said one day, out of the blue.

“Yes dear?”

“If this experience has taught me one thing, it's that I really, really love you.”

“If this experience has taught me one thing, it's that having a giantess for a girlfriend is fucking sexy” he replied. “And I really, really love you too, honey” he grinned.

“Do you want me to keep growing?” she asked; Zach got the impression she really would listen to his opinion this time:

“Hell. The-fuck. Yes.” he stated. She smiled that beautiful smile.

“When should I stop?”

“Oh... ten foot sounds like a nice, round number...”

“Pffft... you're so under-ambitious...” she giggled.

The inches flew by, and something else about Kiera became mind-bogglingly huge: her salary, and yet she couldn't find enough men to satisfy her sexual needs who could fork out enough money, so she had a custom built pneumatically powered dildo built, complete with a two foot long shaft delivered; it apparently shoved the giant dildo into her vagina with two tons of force. Zach found his only role in bed was to keep it lubricated whilst playing with the rest of her amazonian body.

Kiera could now lift her boyfriend as if he was a new born baby; his head now only reached to her belly-button; his arms could no longer even encircle her maddeningly broad hips. She had more power in her thumb than Zach did in his entire arm. Zach was no longer anything like an equal to Kiera; he was just another man who she used to try and satisfy her seemingly insatiable sexual needs. She controlled and owned everything and Zach had nothing; his well-being rested entirely on the mindset of this giantess of a woman, who was raking in millions with every month from rich men who would pay fortunes to spend just a few hours being beaten up by this goddess.

Zach woke up, groggily opening his eyes to see his girlfriend lying there unadorned, looking truly perfect in the hazy morning light, the entirety of her body, now in excess of ten foot tall, bristling with pure power and muscle; now so overwhelmingly huge that when stood up straight Zach's head no longer so much as reached to the height of her waist; one single breast was large enough to fit Zach inside of it. Her hips were so large and overbearingly developed that Zach could not even encircle even one of them any longer. She stirred from her slumber and opened one exotically tilted eye, peering down at Zach as if he was an insect she had found under a rock.

“Good morning, little man...”