1
"So that's the apartment. I'll wait outside if there's any complaints, otherwise I'll leave you to it" said the property agent.
I peeked into every room quickly. I didn't want to hold the agent up. He was already doing me a favour, or rather, his sister, that vouched for me. The place was pretty dusty, kitchen was small and windows faced north, so no sunlight. The place was crammed to boot.
I guess that's what you get when you pay pittance for an otherwise adequate place.

I turned on light in room that was to be mine. I noticed lines on the wall.
They were very high up. The boy must've been tall. It is then when I saw a pencil, half graphite half scratch say "Shelby 12" at a line that was nowhere at the top of the markings. And it was good 5 inches taller than me.
Surely not. I am 6'1, that's not a 12 year old girl head taller than me right? That's when I realized. The place wasn't crammed.
It was full of furniture 50% bigger than what is sold.
What is going on here.

Jim was leaning against a wall grey with dirt outside my apartment fiddling with his phone.
"Alright I'll take it from here, thanks Jim, and thank Pam too if you see her"
"No problem man, I have to take off now"
"Hey, just a question, who were the previous tenats?"
"Oh a buddy of mine's family lived here for years. They moved and left behind everything. That was the deal right? 
Or perhaps you want it cleared?"
"Ah no. It just seems like it was left in hurry. Also some of the furniture is oddly sized"
"Yeah that's Hudson's daughter. A real piece of work. Listen man I really have to go now"
He said still talking to me with his head now turned.

There is just no way. I raced back to the doorframe and looked at the markings. 
"Shelby 12.5" another solid, perhaps a foot further, now on the wall, no scratching necessary.
"13" half a foot higher. So that's like what, 8 feet? At 13? Nah. I have to buy a measuring tape, I don't know where the one I had ended up.
There were further markings even higher up. They had no numbers or writings on them.
Yeah there's no way those are her height further up, perhaps they were measuring something for renovations.

Next day I couldn't focus. Was there really a 13 year old girl, well into 7 ft walking around? There is just no way.
I thought biological women struggled to cross 7 feet. How did I not hear about this. The pit in my stomach was persisting and numb excitment glowed in background. I finally got the tape on my way from work. I probably just can't estimate for shit, finally I'll be able to sleep. I'll find out she was like 6'9, something that is within realm of possibility and I'll put this embarassing farce to rest.

7'9 read the tape. Right, maybe it's something different, perhaps those marks don't measure height. I have to know.
I scrounged around the still unexplored house and tried to find something of sentimental value that would warrant enough of a reason to return. I found a photo of a guy fishing. Raising my hopes I rummaged through drawers, nightstands, all mildly dirty. I wanted to find a photo of the girl. Nothing. Or another thing that would have some value. Something.

Silver earrings with dark red gemstone should do it. I held the jewlery in my hand.
"Ah how are you doing Rob?" the metallic echo of my phone spoke back to me.
"Hey listen Jim, the place is great, very nice. I found something that your friend might be interested in."
"Oh, really? I dont think Hudson cares much for what he left behind, he's like the opposite of those people you see on tv that hoard trash"
"Well it seems pretty important to me. And I don't want to throw it out or pawn it. It's earrings and a photo of what I presume to be Hudson"
"Honestly, that doesn't sound like something they'd care too much about"
"Hey man, do it for me, it seems wrong for me to not return this. Do you have their number?"
"Sure, whatever. Grab a pen quick"
I minimized the call in my phone and opened notes.

I had the number. Now what. "Hey bud I wanna return something, do you know when your daughter is home so I can show up? I wanna see if she's really 10 feet tall"

"Hey, Hudson I presume?"
"Yeah, that's me. Who is this?"
Gravely voice full of testosterone replied.
"Yeah my name is Rob, I rent the apartment you were previously at. Jim gave me your number"
"Okay"
I can already tell this guy doesn't want to get bothered, there is most likely only one chance to do this.
"I found what I presume is a picture of you fishing, and earrings with large gems. I want to return them"
"Ah those earrings. My daughter stopped wearing them years ago. And I don't care much for the picture"
"Well, I don't want to keep them, you can still pawn them or perhaps hold on to them."
"Eh. Sure, I guess I can pawn them and go to a steakhouse. I'll stop by and get it. When's the best time?"
Ah shit.
"Don't worry about it, I have my gas paid for by my employer as one of perks. I'll bring them to you if you're on the way to work. Where do you live?"
"Alright, that's" whatever street, I forgot.
"Yeah that's actually not too far off from where I go every day"
It's on the other side of where I go
"Perfect. I'm free after 6pm"

Drops were agressively hitting my window and lights were blurring into wet reflections. It was a dark rainy fall day as I drove to a place that supposedly houses the biggest woman on the planet. Actually, this could be playing into my game, I can just invite myself over due to rain. I stopped at a dingy street with townhouses looming on either side. Here we go.
I rang a bell and was greeted with an aged face from the photo, on a man not much taller than me, but incredibly robust build.
This is the kind of guy that makes others think they're taking steroids once they start working out.
Out stretched a hand atop a wrist twice as thick as mine.
"Hudson"
"Rob"
"Wanna come over? I suppose it's been a long day for you too"
Well at least something seems to be going my way.
"Coffee or Tea?"
"Tea"
"Good, I don't have a coffee machine. Just some moldy instant coffee"
I sat down in a eye blinding white kitchen. I think I saw a pair of massive shoes sticking out from under the boot rack but I wasn't sure.
I hope she's home.
"So what steak house are you going to eat at" I cut the whistling tea kettle.
"Huh?"
"You said you're going to pawn th-"
"Oh that. I don't even know. I just sometimes say stuff"
I heard long strides in hallway, wooden floor crackling like a fireplace. Something neither Hudson or my footprints did.
Cold blood flowed through me. I will see her.

"Dad!?"
"Yes Shell"
"Are we having the visit?"
"Yes"
Rich, feminine, husky voice was echoing back to us. It sounded like it was coming from upstars. 
The acoustics were unlike I've ever heard. There was a brief hesitation in the steps and then I heard her head off into a room close to us.

Steaming mug was slid in front of me, expectant bull of a man was staring at me.
"Thanks, here's the stuff"
I unwrapped the picture and earrings from my bag 
"Do you still go fishing?"
"No"
Seconds of silence followed making it known there will be no further thoughts on this.
"Very nice earrings, my mother used to wear something similar"
"Thanks, it was for Shelby"
I sipped my green tea, rich and delicious. No sugar or the option to add some.
"Yeah my mother lost them, it was something like a family heirloom" 
My mother never wore anything like this or had any heirloom. I just hope he'll start talking about his massive daughter.
"I see"
Go fuck yourself you fat fuck. Say something. 
I took another sip.
"Perhaps that's why I wanted to return them, some roundabout way to make it right I guess"
I saw a slight microexpression of pain.
"Yeah Shelby stopped wearing them because she's a brat and daddy can do no right"
"Well, I am sucker for sentimental, perhaps in future there will be some value in it."
"She's old enough now to have enough sense to stop acting like a brat."
"Well I don't know much about parenting"
"Right"
I am sure I'll be out of here once I finish my tea.
"How do you find your new place? I guess we're in similar spot"
"It's fine"
Alright time for handbrake.
"Hey can I use your toilet?"
"Down the hall and to the right"

I walked down the hallway dimly lit by a blue light of a TV.
I peeked in as inoccuously as I could and saw a massive figure sitting down on a couch.
It was Shelby. Either didn't notice me or didn't care. She looked to be taller than me sitting down.
I could not believe it. Are those lines without writing really her height? I kept my pace up and found the toilet on the right.
The image of a massive sitting girl occupying half the width of a regular sized couch that ended way below her shoulderblades was seared into my mind. Or perhaps it's just my mind playing tricks on me. The room was only lit by TV.
My prostate was blocking all of my piss and I was shaking from excitment. I need this woman to sit on my face and kill me.
Terrorize me with her feet. Pick me up by an ankle and force me to lick her cunt. I need this massive fucking beast to destroy me.
How is this even possible. She's for sure tallest human that lived in this century. No mention of such person existing anywhere.
Is this a prank? 
I collected myself and prepared to make my way to kitchen. That old bastard was about ready to kick me out and I need another hook to continue this charrade. What's more difficult, I need to find a way to talk to his gigantic daughter.
Shelby was unmoved and covered by a blanket from waist down.
Her messy hair was in a high bun, with lots of strands falling out. Occupied stank face was hypnotizing the TV.
Christ she really is just massive. She had a face of a siren. Like the bitchy hot girl that made fun of you in highschool.
Or was that just me that had that experience?

I made my way back to kitchen. Hudson was leaning back on the counter supporting himself with his bulging forearms, staring at my mug.
Yeah this guy just wants me to fuck off at this point.
Without sitting down I finished my tea and turned back to look at the man of the house.
There was a slight look of approval.
"Hey man, if you ever want to start fishing, we can go together. I haven't fished in years myself"
Hudson studied my expression for a bit
"You know, that doesn't sound too bad. I'll keep that in mind"
I know absoulte squat about fishing. I probably need to head off somewhere and teach myself now so I don't look stupid.
"Oh and if you're missing something, just tell me. It's probably where I am at and it's no problem"
"Sure"
Well that was all the hook I could get in. I need to make absolutely sure I'll come back to this place at least once more though.
I'll leave my wallet behind.
This oaf is staring daggers at me now and pushing me out with his eyes.
As I was putting my shoes on, I squatted down and made an uncomfortable face.
I pulled out my wallet and placed it on top of the shoe rack.
My only chance now is hoping he won't notice.

With each step towards my car I grew more and more excited. My wallet was at his place.
I have another chance. What was also something I didn't think about, was that I have my driving license in there.
If I get caught by a cop it's going to be fun.

I drove back home in a trance.
I kept replaying the seconds where I saw possibly the most exceptional person that ever was.
Computers. Rocketships. "We live in interesting times, we're so lucky to witness something people would've considered magic just 100 years ago"
No. I am lucky to live at the same time as a gigantic girl that is as tall as me sitting down. A girl that looks like a photoshopped supermodel.
I don't even know if I ran a couple of red lights at this point. 

"Hey, this is awkward but I forgot my wallet at your place"
"Yeah, you did. It's on my night stand"
"Could I stop by and get it? I really need it as soon as possible"
"Sure. I won't be home though. My daughter will give it to you."
Jackpot. Exactly what I was hoping for. I didn't think it would even be this easy.
"Alright. Thanks"

I stalled my car a couple of times on the way there. Yes, I still drive a manual.
I am losing basic motor skills because I am about to be face to face with a woman that could command me absolutely anything and I'd do it. 
There's a point at which you lose your dignity, I would've lost it even if she was a foot shorter.

I rang the bell. As a chilly wind hit my face and the door opened.
I only saw legs. No gigantic hand where I expected it. It was on top of the door.
It almost felt like she was opening a fence that was waist high to her.
Her navel was the upper most part of the body that was visible before it was cut off by the door frame.
I couldn't see her face. Perhaps for the better.
"Come in"
I almost ducked as I entered due to the disorienting size. Her body gave way with a large step backwards.
As I got closer, my eyes traced her body, and traced. It stopped briefly at her pert handful sized (for her) breasts.
Her face was stunning. Full plump lips, high youthful cheekbones, and huge eyes hooded by angular sharp contours.
She was looking down at me. It wasn't just lowered gaze, she was looking underneath herself.
Unfortunately for me, I was very familiar with this angle. I felt like I was being stepped on but that wasn't even happening.
Her very gaze demanded submission.
"I know what you are"
Her crotch gripping voice echoed from behind me as it literally went over my head first.
"What am I?" I spared all wit I had this moment. Her presence was so overwhelming my adrenaline prevented me from becoming a useless blob.
Her fat lips contoured into a small O. A microexpression of entertainment.
"You're here to see me"
This time my wit ran out.
"Wherever I linger too long, guys like you start swarming like gnats"
"What do you mean?" I said.
"You know exactly what I mean. You probably caught a wind of me living here and came here to check it out. Yesterday wasn't enough huh?"
"Yeah."
Another microexpression of surprise and bemusement.
...
"There's very few things in this life worth anything. How many cars have you seen that made you even take a second look?"
"Oh don't compare me to cars." Her body shifted, alerting the hind parts of my brain instantly.
"I wasn't. I was just talking about the truly exceptional"
"Okay old man, whatever analogy or pickup line you can think of will not work."
"I don't think I can pick you up" I said, mildly satisfied with my retort.
"That's great, and I won't pick you up either, I know how much your slimy little kind wants that"
A brief pause. I realized once again that we were standing in the halway, just two steps into the house.
"So do you want your wallet or do you want to stand there face to face with my pussy?"
I had no retort to this.
Her soul draining beauty animated into a mocking smirk.
"You're so funny." she said, laughter in her voice.
"You're so tall."
She threw her head back in laughter. A laughter that's just meant to put you down.
"You know what uncle? How about you visit me again. I like trash like you."
My body was starting to shut down. Either my adrenaline ran out, or my brain has finally started melting.

She stuck out her bottom lip and mockingly stroked her cheek.
"Aww, is little creep trash going to visit me again?"
She bent over further continuing on with the theatre. Her cleavage hung in front of me.
Shelby's face instantly reverted to a lethal bitchface.
"If you don't say yes, you will never see me again"
"Yes"
She straightened out and put my wallet on top of my head.
"Nine foot and three inches" She said.
Shelby stilled her body, all theatrics left her spirit, leaving behind a disinterested ice cold witch.
"Get out of her before Dad comes. I got your number from your business card in wallet"
I felt like I got flashbanged.


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2
It's been a week or so.
My sleep schedule became an intermitten pattern of long comas every 2 days or so.
I was lucky to work from home where my zombie days didn't come at a cost.
I was beginning to think my two encounters with that girl were just imagined. I'd sometimes stare at those height marks to remind myself it's real.
Or was it? Did I just invent this reality from my lack of sleep just based on some scratches that I saw?
No, no. My calls to that oaf were in my call history. I definitely did see a 9 feet tall specimen a while ago.

Maybe she forgot. Maybe she doesn't care enough to go through with this. I am used to getting numbers all the time and then get ghosted.
Girls that were all giddy and receptive. If you don't "close" them quickly enough and have a fast move right after they get cold feet too.
Unfortunately for me, that creature dictates when to contact me. And I dare not make another pathetic attempt at contacting her father.
I did not consider that he sees guys like me all the time, not just his daughter. He probably knew.
Oh I was such a smartarse with that fishing suggestion wasn't I?

Do I just start circling that house after work hours and hope to get a glimpse or something? She has to go out sometimes right?
Maybe she walks around at night, might explain the atrocious creepypastas I read.
*ding*
"come"
Read the message from unknown number. Surge of adrenaline returned. Perhaps my poor physical state was due to addiction to adrenaline, not just this creature's looming physique. 
She couldn't even be bothered to write a proper message. And she knows I'll come. She knows she basically owns my cock.

The drive there was becoming an exciting endeavour on its own. Like being driven to McDonald's to get happy meal by your parents.
I rung the bell. I turned around looking at the street. Man they really all have no idea this thing lives here.

Doors flew open and before I could turn around a large hand grabbed my shoulder and relocated me with the strength and speed of an industrial machine.
I hovered backwards, I could only focus on the fingers that extended down my entire breast.

"I knew you'd come"
I felt her breath on my hair.
"Take off your shoes and follow me"
As I turned around she was already on the move.
I haven't noticed before but she has incredibly wide hips. Perhaps three spans of my shoulders.
She bent down and into a deep squat while going into the living room I first saw her in.

I kicked my shoes off and ran after her.
I was greeted with her standing in the middle of a room in a power pose.
Her smugness was palpable. I was alone in a room with somebody that could undoubtedly do anything to me, good and bad.
Little me didn't seem to care though.

"Are you just attracted to me? Is that it?"
She broke the silence, assuming a more natural position.
"Did you think it was your personality?"
She paused and made an overly emphasized grimace conveying thought.
"I mean, I am an adorable person, aren't I?"
I took a step forward, involuntarily, the region with most blood was starting to assume control.
"What's this?" a genuine surprise in her voice.
I stopped, uneasy.
"Anyway, you're probably asking yourself how somebody 9 feet tall is even possible right?"
"Well, yes."
She smiled, it felt like this was something she liked talking about.
"Ever thought about what happens when a natural giant gets gigantism too?"
"Actually, I haven't, that's an interesting thought"
She smiled cheesily and pointed to herself.
"Mommy was 7'6."
"Daddy's daddy was 7'9, isn't that impressive?"
"And how tall were you supposed to grow before... you know"
"How am I supposed to know?" her voice whipped back, her tone contemptuous.
"I just thou-"
"Did you think they perfectly sequenced my genome or something?"
"Forget it"

Her stunning face rested again, seemingly to a rehearsed routine. I think this is her element. Just talking about her height. What a weirdo.
Well good for me, if she wasn't obssessed with huffing her own farts she probably would've gotten the tumor in her brain removed.
Or is it the tumor making her so cooky?

"I have no health problems and I am still growing" Shelby smiled pridefully.
"And how old are you?" I said without thought.
Her head tilted and she looked down for effect.
"You don't wanna know, uncle"
"You don't wanna know you're with someone that old alone, do you?"
...
"I guess so"
"Why did you call me here?"
She pointed to the carpet in the middle of living room.
"Lay down there"
Just what the hell is going on.
As I did, feeling like an absolute bitch, I heard some clothes ruffling.
After laying down, I could see she took off her pants and was only in her oversized panties.
Is.. is this happening?
"Don't move"
She stood over my head with her gigantic feet. They looked to be about the size of my entire torso.
I don't know, I couldn't look. I was preoccupied with what was in front of me.
I was seeing the most massive bottom of ass crack there ever was. Her health bulging in creases and moving with slight motion.
I think my soul is going to escape from my cock.

Shelby looked in front of her and clenched her jaw softly.
I don't know what was happening, and then I heard it. Soft sounds of liquid soaking fabric.
And then it started dripping on my face.
This bitch was fucking pissing on me. I turned sideways quickly just to be faced with a massive foot rocking back on its heel in pleasure.
The nerve.
"Didn't I tell you not to move, trash?"
I heard from practically upstairs.
I looked up and Shelby was looking over her tits into me with a vicious brow.
I froze.
"Anyway"
She faced forward again.
"I grow about an inch every month. Sometimes more sometimes less."
"I thought to myself, how much taller do people with gigantism get than they were originally supposed to be?"
"Is it 130% of their normal height? What's 130% of 8 feet? I feel like I was supposed to be 8 foot y'know?"
The stream was peaking in intensity
"You know, sometimes I feel like I can will myslef to grow. Isn't that crazy? Like I think to myself, tonight is the night I am going to grow
even larger. And then, when I measure I am. I know I can't do that, but I always wanted to be hot as fuck too, and look at me"
This bitch is actually fucking insane.
One drop got into my eye, stinging badly.
"Ever since I was little, people would look at me like I was an alien. And then I realized, I am just superior to everyone."
"When I passed 7 feet at 12, daddy started homeschooling me."
"Parents of those little twerps were actually concerned with their safety because I was so big. Can you imagine? I was forbidden from participating in sports"
The stream was starting to wind down. I am pretty sure I got waterboarded with at least a gallon of piss at this point.
My head was laying in the wet carpet and the stench was nauseating. However, somehow, also intoxicating.
No wonder, this bitch is built like she is megadosing all sorts of hormones, I bet her piss is better HRT than what they sell.
"- and then I was past 9 feet tall, with no stopping. Daddy said Mommy had a growth spurt at 19. I also have the figure of Mommy."
"I'll be over 10 feet for sure."
The torture stopped. Finally.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, the salt still stinging my lips.
"Is this what you wanted to do? Fucking piss on me?"
She looked down at me with a smug grin.
"And what did you think? That I liked your personality or something? Grey face #20?"
"Back when I used to go out, guys would sniff my seats and follow me home"
"You have no idea what kind of privilege you have"
A flash of thought "she's right you know" passed through my brain.
"So, what do you get out of this?" I said, still pissed, literally too.
"I am bored, and you get to observe me. I need to be seen."
That's it?
"Why not just attention whore on the internet?"
"You slimy little people disgust me in large numbers. You feel like insects to me. You could probably keep one pet cockroach couldn't you?"
I actually kinda get it.
"So that's it?"
She made a *Duh!* grimace with her palms facing away from her head.
Bile clouding my mind cleared and my eyes autofocused onto her asscrack that was now being hugged by her wet panties.
Just as I was about to start enjoying myself again she walked over me and disappeared into the hallway again.
"Clean the carpet and be done in 1 hour." she said, as the floorboards creaked in pain.

Is this bitch for real?
No. I can't do this. Even someone as hot as her can't do this.
...
I remember that girl that was 6'3 at my job.
I beat my cock for months just because she was looking down at me slightly.
Yeah. Actually, she can do this, who am I kidding.

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3
I suppose in a world where being above 7 foot tall as a woman is a social death sentence, it requires a very special mentality to not get a treatment for gigantism. It makes sense why she is the way it is. I just wish it didn't
have to make sense like this. She could've just been shy and afraid of laying on the operating table. 

Shelby didn't develop any personal bond with me. She wasn't interested. She wasn't being bratty when she said
she really didn't care too much about me, I was just an outlet for her sick need to shove her superiority down people's throat. And I indulged her. 
Just so I could stare at her ass that was level with my face. Stare at her stunning face that was only ever looking down on me, literally and figuratively. I suppose I deserve this pathetic display.

I am just a passenger here. I did not choose to be attracted to women like her. It is what it is.

True to what she said, about a month after my first encounter with her she did grow to be 9'4. I still haven't parsed what kind of living situation she's in. Her father seems to ignore her. She doesn't go to school or work. And that makes sense, the news would be full of a 9'4 teenager being a thing. 

Shelby is a medical mystery, she doesn't have that "growth hormone face" many much shorter than her women have. She moves like just a really tall woman, not a smaller elephant. She obviously hasn't seen a doctor since she was like 7 foot something, at least from what I can tell. There's a secret giant teenage girl in a small town masturbating to herself and eating truckloads of food.

Yeah I didn't mention this, she actually masturbates to herself in front of mirror.
 
Her little pissing escapade was luckily a one time thing, though she did come up with creative ways to humiliate me. 
Once, she told me to get on all fours and then she carefully sat on my back. I, understandably, couldn't withstand 500lbs something brat, collapsed instantly, she lost balance, and despite trying to steady herself crushed my back. Though Shelby appeared to have zero remorse for harming me, she was less physical after. She does have some red lines, but I suspect that is same as ordinary person's revulsion towards stomping on a rat.

And yes, nothing too sexual happend between us. I think she's an autosexual. No, she doesn't fuck cars, that's an autophile. 

"come"
message was appended to a long ladder of one sided messaging from Shelby. Here we go again.
Exposure therapy in form of seeing a 9 foot something knockout has given me some mental mana to not be a complete pushover. I say that as someone that still ultimately does what she wants. I know she could change me for someone else pretty fast. However, I do sometimes wonder, if I had become a kind of comfort person that she likes having around. Like a teddy bear you sleep with. I cannot penetrate this being's mind, she's wired so differently I cannot project her behaviour into myself at all.

I rung the bell, she opened the double door. I walked in as usual. I followed her into the living room.
Not a word has been exchanged between us. I wasn't in the mood anyway, she also only cares about how world relates to her. She doesn't even know what my job is.

"I am 9'5 now"  Shelby said enthusiastically.
She did have an adorable smile.
I grunted in acknowledgement and sat down in the couch she really likes sitting in.
It was so busted I could tell exactly where her favourite spot was. The wooden skeleton of the couch was crunched up weirdly. She really is a monster, objectively speaking.
"Hey. Aren't you glad?"
"Yeah, you were looking bigger lately. You look great today" I said innocently throwing her a bone.
"Well thank you Robbie, you're finally learning how to treat a woman"
"Believe it or not, I used to get around"
"Used to?"
A brief hesitation betrayed me completely. Shelby laughed in her deep laughter.
"Aw Robbie, are you loyal to meee?"
"Do you love me and only meee~? 

"I don't love you. Why would I?"

"I know you don't, I know you're here because your cock keeps leading you here."
"You probably think I am such a self interested bitch, which I am, but you're doing the exact same thing"
Is this one of her verbal humiliation episodes? I looked up at her mildly annoyed face.
God why does she have to be so hot. Sitting down, her being so huge is making things even worse.
I am almost knee height to her.
"I am actually interested in you, even you as a person. I ask you questions which you don't answer or you
tell me 'we're going to talk about what I want, not what you want'. You ask me jack shit."
"Yeah. So?"
"So we're not the same."
She had that familiar look to her again, she was looking at me like I was stupid.
"We are, even more than you think, we're both interested in me"
...
"That that's no-"
Shelby smiled viciously.
"You're a stupid fuck aren't you?"
I got quiet. She was reveling in it.
"No, it doesn't map exactly, I am interested in someone other than myself, unlike you, that doesn't make us same."
...
"Whatever, I am done talking about this. You're fucking boring, you need to entertain me now"
"I thought I was doing just that". 
Shelby smirked.
"Oh you and your smarmy little quips. You're such a bitch. You'd lick my cunt if I ordered you right now"
"In fact. Maybe I should, soon I'll be too tall for you to do that. Can you imagine? You'd have to get a little stool just to eat out poor old me"
"I'd have to bend over slightly just to do that now. I think you have at least another foot left"
"Oh so you've thought about it?"
"Obviously, it's constantly in front of me. When I get close I feel how much heat your pussy radiates, and that's through the little cloth shorts you wear."
Shelby squinted her eyes like a challenged animal. This is the first time I saw her like this.
"Do you get horny when you compare yourself to me? Is that why your pussy radiates enough heat to give my face a sunburn?"
"Stop playing at something you're not." Her rich voice attacked, charged with almost matriarchal expectation of submission.
I think I got to her. But she also got to me. That tone stirred my loins.
She licked her lips. She's just as horny as me now and hasn't noticed.
"Lick my cunt right fucking now" She commanded, her voice charged with the same opressive power.
I leapt out of the crunched up couch with religious fervor.
Shelby, very pleased to see me so obedient, enjoying both being right and being superior, offered herself to me. It was a gentle, elegant motion, like a waitress offering tea.
I was faced with a massive engorged vagina. Yes, everything is scaled up, obviously, but when a huge cunt the size of your face almost breathing with horniness expects service words don't make it justice.
I ate. It was like licking out a plate. My cheeks were engulfed. My whole face was wet and her cunt was almost steaming. Shelby tasted like.. nothing. A very clean girl with healthy diet it seems. No wonder, she's actually in love with herself.
A large hand crept up the back of my head and applied pressure, slowly increasing with intensity. I ate and ate, the pressure kept increasing. I got so lost with indulgence that I didn't think about getting her off.
I need to find her clit or she'll shove my head up her maw. I freed my tongue from the clasp of her cunt and licked my finger.
I traced the top of her vagina to find the clitoris. I could never feel it on my own before, I had always needed assistance from my partner.
Not this time, it was a very obvious bump.
The force shoving my face into her cunt had converted from a reassuring gentle reminder to a serious wish on deforming my face.
I straightened out and my face slid up towards her clit. I kept pace, it's always about rythm with clits, I just need to keep stimulating it.
Shelby yelped, moaned, sighed in deep satisfaction. It will be over soon.
I felt her tense up, it was coming.
A powerful scream blew out my ear drums. Her hips started oscillating. Her hand clutched my hair and kept slamming me against her siezing up cunt.
I felt like I was passing out. I think I have actually.

Shelby was standing in front of me with a calm flushed face, playing with her still exposed vagina, bizzarely scratching it.
My depersonalization episode was ending, we have just crossed a line. I was slightly uneasy, but ultimately releived. Perhaps she had accepted me on some level.
Perhaps I will be more than just a toy. Well, maybe I'll be just a sexual toy, but women take those with them when they move, right?

"I am surprised Rob. That was amazing"
"I told you I used to get around, I know how to work women" I felt the stickiness of body fluids on my cheeks as I opened my mouth.
"You're not working anybody here Robbie"


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4
"So what is it about me that makes you so turned on"
Shelby was stroking my hair sitting next to me on the busted couch.
My face was next to her armpits. My hope was it wouldn't trigger one of her bratty streaks and she'd shove my face in her armpits or something.
But that seems a bit less sophisticated than what she'd do, she'd probably exercise beforehand and not shower. I digress.

"Do you just want to be praised, is that it? Or do you genuinely do not know"
The stroking stopped. It was very pleasant.
"Just answer the question" her impatience came out.
"I think it's pretty straightforward. There's just more of a woman. More ass, more pussy, more tit. Longer legs"
I paused, attempting to police my slippage into a fanatical tone.
"I myself have more trouble understanding why someone wouldn't want a big woman"
Her stroking resumed, of my hair of course.
"See you get it, you really do get it" she said self satisfied.
"Daddy is getting pissy again about me not doing anything" her monologue started, the self centered rants she used me for apart from oral sex and reassurance.
"I told him I am 9'8 and that I cannot go out there among the little people. I deserve to just get money for being so hot"
"He told me to get cut up by the little people so I can stop my ascent to goddesshood"
"Ascent to goddesshood?" I caught my myself too late.
Her stroking stopped again, her fingers squeezed my skull.
"You know I am a goddess right? I am the best thing that happened to whoever met me."
This time I didn't say anything. Her massive hand rested again.
"Do you not think I am a goddess? You little people don't grow to my size."
Her hand, engulfing my entire head shook me violently like a gear stick.
"Answer me!~"
"Yes, you're kind of right. You shouldn't be this tall without something strange going on"
"I am not strange, I am just better"
"You're right" I echoed. I think I should just go along with whatever insane shit she thinks of. On some level she's kind of adorable, if I ignore the implicit this whole thing rides on.

"If it comes to it, you'll give me a place to stay, right?" She said, her voice regaining its husky depth.
"Yes" I replied in equally serious tone.

I turned to face the armpits radiating a faint freshness of a cheap deodorant.
Her tits got bigger. Well, the rest of her did too, but these went faster.
She did not wear a bra. She relied on colagen keeping her massive tits on top of her ribcage.
Oh to be you, she got everthing and then some. There is something to what she says, her genes are ridiculous. You could redistribute her traits among 10 women and you'd create instagram models out of all of them.
Her beauty was intimidating.
Really, her height was doing a disservice to her face. I usually cannot tell how truly stunning she is. She probably cannot tell herself, height is easier to see.
Her dirty blond hair and hazel eyes did not distract from her beauty, she was purely aesthetic. Though her face wasn't the classical kind of beauty, it had this raw sexual tinge to it, a pornographic element.
Shelby's pouty mouth, lips that could kiss you and drain you of willpower and beckoning bratty eyes underlined it. 

"I know you're staring at me"
She remarked, without a hint of antagonism.

Shelby stood up, everything shifted as she did. Her head was getting closer to the ceiling.
"Come with me" she commanded.
I stood up and was faced with ass spanning my entire view.
Her walking pace was made obvious even in a small room.
I gave her some space as she neared the door frame, Shelby folded herself underneath, giving me an even better look at the butt.
I want to install my face in her ass. She was so enticing.
We turned the corner. I, in her tow, again gave her a wide berth when she half crawled up the stairs.

The ceiling was much shorter on the second floor. Shelby was in a half squat and without bothering to turn on a light switch navigated by memory to her messy room.
I did not follow her into the room. Blinds were shut and for a moment I saw just a normal teenage girl.
Her room had four mattresses on the floor, shut blinds, some posters and clothes everywhere.
She sat on her mattress, arms propped up by her knees and stared at the ground. Her cleavage was bursting out of her thin tanktop.
This room had no chairs, or a table either. It struck me, the only place she can sit is the couch and ground. She doesn't need a table or a chair, she has no visitors or school.
Shelby was just a teenage girl. And I was a dodgy guy in his 20s staring at one. These bouts of compassion keep welling up in me.
I wonder if she has cabin fever, it must've been years since she properly went outside. How do you even reveal yourself to the world as a 10 foot tall hot chick? Just go to the grocery store one day?
Somebody would get a heart attack. Recordings of you would get autoflagged as AI generated. I don't even know.

"Ever thought about sleeping over?" 
"I- uh"
...
"What? Why? With your father here?"
"It's not like he does anything to oppose me"
She continued.
"Yeah, there are days where we don't even see each other. He never goes to living room or my room. And we eat at different times."
...
"I don't think that's a good idea. How would you explain me to him"
"That you're a creep that keeps coming here and cannot live without me and you do whatever I ask"
Right. There goes my empathy. Is she testing how far she can push both of us?
"Very funny."
"You bet. Should've seen your face. I wouldn't bring weird men around when Daddy's home"
"Men?"
Shelby flashed her white teeth in the dark.
"Do you have others?"
"What do you think?"
Pit in my stomach was forming.
"Tell me"
"So possessive"
...
"I don't. How would I? I don't exactly go outside. Men are icky too"
"What about me?"
"Are you fishing for a compliment or something? You don't repulse me."
I suppose that's as good as it's going to get.
"Besides, dad is the type that would shoot you if he knew and then claimed he thought you were a home invader"
"Good to know"

I kept staring at her tits. She couldn't tell because of the dark, and I could roughly make out the display.
I want to touch them so bad. I never got to. I never get to see them from this angle either. I'm usually burning holes with gaze into her underboob.
I am sure she knows too. I guess that's why she keeps me around, this kind of thing specifically, makes her feel sexy.

"I want to go outside one night. Any ideas when would be the best time?"
"I don't know, 3 am, on a tuesday?"
"Is that when it's the least busy?"
"We're going to run into someone anyway you know"
She sighed.
"Honestly, what is the plan here? You have to start living in the society one day"
Shelby sat still.
"The plan is to become so huge people start praying to me"
"Right, but they have to know you exist in the first place"
I should curb this conversation if I know what's good for me. Her natural reluctance to become a world wide phenomenon is the only mechanism that keeps us close.
She's about every 3rd man's wildest sexual fantasy. She knows it too. She'd become even more insufferable.
"So do you want me to go out there?"
No. I want you to stay my personal obsession.
"That's what I thought." She read my mind through the silence.

I drank in the sight of her all I could. She made me listen to her unhinged rants about herself and whatever TV show she is watching.
I really wanted to press my face into her tits the entire evening. 
I heard teeth of a key saw into front door lock with masculine force. Shelby and I looked at each other instantly. She was smiling widely.

"You cannot be serious"
She stuck out her tongue like a little kid.
"Be quiet or you'll get shot" she whispered.
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5
My blood curdled. Is she trying to get me shot, or just trying to trap me in her room?
Shelby kept observing me like cornered prey, her body language gained a threatening element as she stood up to her impossible height, crowding me with her crotch.
What about my things? Surely he noticed instantly there's a jacket in hallway and an extra pair of shoes?
"What about my jacket and shoes?!" I half hand-signed.
Her smug demeanour did not waver, she pointed at a halfway open closet that I haven't noticed before.
"Remember when I went to take a piss? I wasn't taking a piss. You were too busy looking at my tits to notice I was carrying your things upstairs" She whispered.
I do have a faint memory of her taking a longer time and making some noise upstairs. She sometimes does that though, just stops talking to me and goes upstairs like an autist.
"Wait here while I take care of daddy for a sec"
...
I curled up in a corner of her room and tracked her movement by ear. Very simple to do, since I was listening for a movement of a behemoth that did not have a spot in house that didn't give its location away.
I did not however make out what the two were talking about.
It was minutes. Then an hour. My stress dropped and boredom set in.
I considered crawling out of a window and just going home. I don't know what kind of impact that would have on our relationship. However, frankly, it was hard to keep caring. Can't be in awe of a 10ft tall teenager when I am dead.
...
The house shifted with her movement. She was crawling upstairs.
She turned the corner, her head peeking from top of the door frame like a shitty japanese horror movie.
Her familiar routine of fold, tuck, stretch ensued and suddenly she was steaming me with her body heat in her makeshift bed.
"You have some nerve, you brat" I let the tension get the better of me.
She grabbed my shin with her giant hand and slid me downwards across the 2x2 mattress grid like a child.
Without breaking a sweat, I was suddenly underneath her entire tit and breathing into a fabric that has been out of reach for an entire day.
It was soft, warm, and a hint of body odour entered my nostrills. Then the darkness descended on my vision.
I mustered all my strength, my core, my chest, they all flexed and strained but I did not move an inch.
Shelby must've felt my feeble attempts, she shifted slightly and began to rub her crotch.
No dialogue, nothing.
...
I woke up in a lake of sweat, my nose picking up a foreign smell, it wasn't my own. I could breathe, however I was incredibly cold.
Being drenched in a cold room made me cling to the large mass of heat right next to me instantly.
Shelby was asleep, or did not bother moving. She was so warm. I wonder if she has a higher body temperature than the average human.
"Woke up?"
She said without bothering to whisper.
"Yes"
"Did you like it?"
"I can't like something I was unconscious for"
"Well you were hard the entire time"
"That's great, I was still unsconscious"
"Well maybe you don't need to be conscious"
I sat up, observing the blurry mass of a woman.
"You're right, maybe I can just stuff a doll full of clothes roughly my size and leave that behind."
"Maybe, he wouldn't be so annoying and talk back either"
"You're not funny, you're just hot"
"And you're none of those things, you just have a self esteem of a man thrice your worth"
Is her father asleep? What time is it anyway?
...
"Oh really, then why did you trap me here like a fuckdoll? By the way you do realize I have to work tomorrow right? 
I am not like you, I have to actually produce value for society."
"I don't need to do any of that stupid stuff you little people do because I am the end game, I am not a utility like you"
"Oh really? Maybe I am one of the few that find your freakishness attractive, but perhaps you're just a useless big eater"
I saw a blurry shade extend from large mass that talked back with an uncanny speed.
My member was squeezed instantly with a death grip. It felt like I was getting my cock guillotined. 
I was shaken. Suddenly, her physicality was made very obvious. She seemed superhuman.
She tugged forcefully. I was led by my cock towards her, shuffling on my knees in a pathetic kneel, how poetic.
"So that's what you were after huh?"
"Shut the fuck up or I'll start pulling vertically instead of horizontally" her voice cut into me.
She sat up. I was so close to her torso, to her, it felt so intimate and close. One would forget this woman literally has me by the balls.
"You will fuck me now. You better make me cum"
What is she even playing at.
"What is your deal?"
Another blur extended from the mass. A wall ran into my left cheek and left tinnitus behind.
I lost the thread of continuity for a bit.
...
"Listen if you beat me unconscious I can't fuck you"
"I don't think you understand what you're supposed to do. You're my bitch, you will be quiet, and you will do what I say."
A sobering flush of adrenaline overcame me. Shelby let go of my dick. It felt like it was trapped in an olive press, she squeezed all the blood out of it leaving it limp and painful.
She revealed her legs and crotch from underneath the cover. Her engorged oversized pussy bloomed out of her crotch.
My bloodflow mobilized back into where it mattered. I was probably imagining it, but I swear I could hear it churn on itself.
I entered.
"mmm" Shelby sighed nonchalantly
Her crotch must've pressed into my thighs.
Her pussy was so warm and so wet. And so.. comfortable.
"Do you know what I do when I watch TV?" here we go with her monologues again.
"I do kegels. I do them all the time."
Her pussy wrapped itself around my dick and started pulling me inwards.
"My pussy is very hungry. She bothers me all the time"
"I think she gets the brunt of all of my body's weirdness, she just never relents"
Her wet velvet walls rolled over my cock again tugging me inwards.
"I constantly shove things in there and just squeeze them."
"Like this"
She sucked my soul through my cock and I came instantly. My hips twitched and my face collapsed into her vast tummy. 
The tummy I was trying to reach with my essence from the inside.
...
"Already?"
She groaned in honest frustration.
"I am sorry, go slower next time"
I breathed.
A giant hand siezed the back of my shirt and peeled me off her like a bedbug.
A frustrated sigh, tempered with a dash of inability to act on it.
I was being handled and arranged in some fashion on those accursed mattresses. I think she was trying to fold her knees underneath herself to get up.
Surprisingly I was along for the ride, being carried like a grocery bag, knees dragging along the floor. I think I was dripping everywhere, but I had no willpower to warn her about this.
Blinding flashbang stabbed my brain and subsided into white bathroom light. I was left leaned against cold bathroom tiles while Shelby washed her womanhood.
All i could see was a towering pair of legs with a pussy that ruined my life on top of it.
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6

Water was slowly getting colder until it was cramp inducingly freezing.
"Wake up and get clean, we don't have time" Shelby said matter of factly.
The blinding light pierced my eyeballs as I opened them.
Shelby squatted over me with a showerhead like a little girl with magnifying glass observing insects.
Her warm hand rinsed me. Movements of a caring matron, surprisingly gentle and comforting. I caught a glimpse of her face in thought carefully scanning my body.
She was so lovely.
"Shelby, you're so cute sometimes"
A smile squeezed her cheek briefly, then returned to a more controlled posture.
"I am sorry I couldn't satisfy you"
She glanced down briefly and cut the water.
"We need to keep moving, we don't have much time. Where do you park, can it be seen from our window?"
...
My scalp got frosted from the icy wind. I could hardly keep my eyes open, but I had to get home and find an excuse to not work today. I was in no condition.


Shelby stopped asking me to visit her.
...
It's been weeks. I couldn't break the pre-estabilished protocol, and I was certain me messaging her first wouldn't help.
It could've been that she got a terminal ick from losing her virginity that way.
She could be in trouble from her father, who, unsuprisingly, might have realised we were fucking a few rooms over.
Maybe she got thrown out. Well, she probably didn't, I had my finger on the pulse of the world's tall women.

It hasn't been the same since Shelby. Knowing there's a freak out there whose pussy can swallow your fist gives one a different perspective.
Once month since our incident ticked over, I bit the bullet and messaged her. Of course, I did it drunk, and I double texted her in the same hour like a dumbass.
No response.
I spent the next week kicking myself for doing something so stupid. Not only did I pop her cherry in the most disappointing way possible, I messaged her after a month with the most off-putting thing one could.
Or did I deserve to torture myself? Honestly, I am sick and tired of dealing with women in general. Why does everything have to be a dumb fucking balancing act with a "cool meter" doing  seesaw in the background like a chaotic game of low elo chess' evaluation bar. 
I really would like to stop being a slave to pussy. Not just any pussy, to a fat oversized pussy of a moody insane bitch.

My life got flattened into one dimension. It was now about waiting for weeks to pass until she inevitably messages me again once she recovers from her adolescent tantrum.
Or would she? Did she find something else to occupy herself with? How can women just shut you off like you never existed and emotionally process it like that? Did it all really mean nothing?
I was probably her closest person. Ah, I see my mistake, I am projecting myself into that insane brat and expecting her to act like me in a similar position.
Is she expecting me to "fight" for her attention? To break myself into her house and kneel before her while reciting some cheesy apology? She doesn't strike me as the type.

One thing that I sort of expected but didn't want to think about or admit to myself was I was now a sexual cripple.
I could not get hard for anything but the few memories of that crazy bitch. Those rash movements of a giant body, in some way appearing slowed down, but only being a function of really long limbs moving.
Those perfect fat tits. That gigantic ass that I needed on my face.
Once the third month ticked over, I knew it was over for my sexual life. The cute co-worker with a heart shaped ass didn't do it for me.
Oh who am I kidding, my brain was fried the moment I saw Shelby for the first time. My fate was sealed, brain chemistry irreversibly altered. This is the state I was always going to end in the moment I saw her.

Did she die? Maybe her heart gave out. No way. I sometimes drove by her house. I'd carefully observe her windows. Something told me she was alive, the way curtains were arranged gave me a feeling the same inhabitants were there.
Wishful thinking.

"Another rough night eh?"
My coworker said with that naivety in her eyes. I was shuffling and cluttering mugs in a company kitchen, living in my own head.
My appearance became that of a raccoon, my eyes looked like someone pranked me with binoculars.
"I've been having a bad time"
I am sure I could've fucked this girl, but she has a simply awful nose and hair so thin I just couldn't do it.
Nice long legs though.
"Well, sometimes you have to feel down before you feel up"
Her voice disappeared from the kitchen.
...

Fourth month. I need to start living my life. I need to pick up the pieces and find some enjoyment. It's pathetic but I have to live a life Shelby isn't part of.
I think I need to quit my job and do some soul searching. Maybe start hiking like those alcoholics with midlife crisis trying to shake off the cravings.
In a sense we have alot in common.

Fifth month, it was the dead of night and the perpetual pit in my stomach was not waning. My phone buzzed from "the bitch"
"come it's important"
The pit bottomed out. My hands were shaking and I felt nauseous.

The day I pictured and hoped for came. It was a blur that ended at her double door. Pitch black silence covered everything.
I knocked cautiously. I listened for noise getting closer, silence remained. I opened the door expecting it to not let me, and half-fell into the hallway. The hallway Shelby placed my wallet on top of my head more than half a year ago.
The house was silently cracking in its foundation, accentuating the silecne. I slowly moved towards the living room, where I first spotted Shelby, she wasn't there, sitting. The shape of furniture was different.
I walked over the carpet Shelby first pissed on me. Couch was an imploded pile of broken 2x4s. The ceiling light was torn off. My eyes were adjusting and I saw holes in drywall and some weird damage on more furniture.
Has she lost it? Is she destroying stuff now? What happened? 
Or not, this doesn't look like deliberate damage for someone her size. It is then I started seriously considering how big she had gotten. It did seem her growth was slowly accelerating as I knew her, did something go wrong?
Maybe that's why she stopped seeing me. Or she got really big, the torn ceiling light would explain what happend, she just tore it off in frustration.
I think she's in her room.
As I began to ascend the stairs to her room, I tripped over a thick roll of carpet that was at the bottom.
Her room door was wide open. I peeked in, and I saw a shape layed out all across the entire room. She was enormous.
I got instantly hard and even more scared. It looked like she was using her room and its contours as a couch and its backrest.
A strong girlsmell assaulted my nose. It smelled like I had my nose up her cunt. I covered my nose.
My now adjusted sight saw what was up. She was masturbating and looking at me like she was about to eat me.
"I don't fit in showers anymore" She said, picking up on my reaction.
"What in the hell happened?"
"I grew. Fast."
I took a step towards her. Her foot reached up to my knee.
"Why didn't you message me?"
"You disappointed me. And I was in alot of pain. Still am"
I stood in silence observing the strange display of a larger than life girl masturbating and stinking up the place while silently observing me.
Her shins slid towards her and under her, her mass sprang forward towards me. I had a chill run down my spine. So much was moving so fast.
It was like watching two buses crash right next to you, she produced a breeze just by moving.
Standing just on her knees, her massive breasts were jiggling above my head. She propped herself up by one foot, and stood to her full height.
Her body bent under the ceiling and she was looking at the top of my head. Her crotch was now above my face.
"13 feet. I am ascending to a goddess" She said with strain in her voice.
Her pussy was twice as large as my face and slowly homing towards me.
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7

A large hand enveloped back of my head, suddenly feeling weightless. My body pulled down on my neck as I was thrown face first into a hungry cunt.
A scalding hotness, wetness, overwhelmed me. My sanity was gone, I compulsively licked. Shelby was massaging her pussy with my face like a showerhead.
My body convulsed with oxygen in my blood dropping. My buckling body was ignored and it continued.

Shelby let go of my head in frustration and supplemented it with her hand. I fell down suddenly, and fell over.
My face was in front of a giant foot, deafening wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room.
Shelby sat down and masturbated intensly with closed eyes. As I stood up her face was still above mine sitting down.
"Ughnnnnnnnn"
Her knees bent, and a full force of her intoxicating voice pushed into my chest.

My world tilted as I looked at her, I was witnessing something otherworldly.
"I will grow an inch today"
Shelby said breathless, speaking past me.
Pheromones were clouding my mind. Her large gaping pussy pulsating like a portal to another dimension, staring back at me and hypnotizing me.
"This is insane" I mustered.
"I told you I am a goddess"
"What the hell happened?"
"I told you"
"Shelby, are you alright? This is insane"
"I am more than alright"
"Didn't you say you were in pain constantly?"
"I am growing, of course I am"
"This isn't alright"

Large mass lumbered in a squat past me, knocking me down. Large thumps echoed everywhere, various items making way for her. I felt her stomping in my bones as she made her way downstairs.
I raced after her, recovering from wind being knocked out of me. Shelby was carefully crawling downstairs, feet first.

"Shelby I think you need to go to the doc" I said from the top of stairs, regaining some of my sanity.
"You're starting to sound like my dad. I don't want you to sound like my dad" Her head was still carefully looking down.
"Alright, sorry"
I made my way down, feet slipping on missing chunks of stairs.
Shelby was bent over in the hallway with her back licking the ceiling. My loins stirred again at the sight.
I turned on the light and for the first time saw Shelby not just as a dark shape, but as a platonic ideal of a female.
She turned back towards me, with a hint of innocence betraying her age, a moment of tiredness and a search for a reprieve.
"You're just as beautiful as ever Shelby" I said, trying to cheer her up.
"Thank you Robert. I've been having a tougher time lately" A hint of relief shaped her stunning face.
"Do you want to talk?"
She turned back and crawled slowly forwards.
"My dad wants me gone. He said I ignored my condition for too long."
A flash of anger curbed my benevolent thoughts, as always, everything was downstream from her desires, I wonder if she would've called me if she wasn't on verge of homelessness.
I had a feeling it had come to this, if anything the house being half destroyed was a dead giveaway.
"I thought about killing him. It would be easy. Just grab his neck, close my eyes and squeeze really hard."
"But then I realized, I'd have bigger problems, and some tiny people in uniforms would come here eventually"
"Is that the only reason you didn't want to kill your father?"
Shelby stopped for a second and then continued into the living room on her right, squatting deeply and giving me a look.
"How much time do we have?"
"Come here tomorrow midnight. With some van or something, I am sure you can manage that right?" Her voice echoed from another room.
"So you want to stay at my place?" 
"What choice do I have?"
"Didn't you guys move from my place because you got too big?"
"Refer to my previous question"
Loud wet smacking resumed from the living room.
I made my way to the kitchen where I had tea with her father that day. Her earrings were on the counter.
I don't know what I am looking for here. I still think he cares. He's probably just scared now. Every sane person would be.

I looked out of the kitched window into the street. I was half expecting to find a couple of black vans with Hudson standing in front of the house with arms folded.
I am not in a movie though. Nothing out there.

"So do you just grow an inch a day or something now?" 
"Why, would that turn you on?"
"Yes" I confessed, her musk having a truth serum like effect on me.
"I don't, but I bet I can make myself grow an inch today if I masturbate while wanting to grow hard enough"
"That's not how that works"
"I know, dummy"
Shelby was completely shameless. She wore nothing waist down, and some dirty undersized shirt on top straining against her oversized breasts, nipples standing at attention.
She stared at my cock with beckon.
My cock was painfully throbbing and my hands were massaging it for relief.
"If you come too fast again, I will smother you to death with my tits."
"Who said I wanted to fuck you"
"Your cock did"
"Entire place smells like your cunt, and you're shoving your hand down your pussy right in front of me. Of course I am hard"
"You wouldn't be hard if it was some other girl doing it though"
"I probably actually would, given the circumstances" I lied, convincingly.
Shelby's controlled smile thinned her lips. Her beautiful face was flushed with arousal and eyes glistening with want.

My mind was going blank. I came suddenly at her free hand hoisting her tit up as she licked her finger.
My legs turned to jello, and I knelt down in front of her involutarily while holding my crotch with both hands.
Loud wet beating sound kept its rythm. My cock was hard again.
I looked up at her. I was overcome with lust.

"Shelby I want you"
"I know"
My body was pulled towards her involuntarily.
"You're so hot Shelby, you're the hottest"
"I know!~" She sang.
I undid my pants, threw away my briefs as I ran towards her.
"You are a goddess Shelby"
"Make me cum Robert! Be a man!"
I dove into a body and bounced off her giant tits. My arms, like tongs clipped strongly to her hips, similarly to my legs mounting her from below.
I was like a bug. I kept thrusting. Nothing else existed but the sensation.
I came, but I continued, with no relapse, my entire nervous system instantiated itself in her depths.
Feverish, foaming, I kept going. I came again, this time, more painful, but I didn't stop.
Suddenly, it was Shelby's turn, and I felt her vagina contracting, absorbing my cock into her innards.
My ears began to work and I heard an ear shattering wailing. Her body folding on itself vibrated with her deafening haunting opera performance.
She came.
...

I was showering with Shelby lurking nearby in a hall. I couldn't tell anymore whether I smelled like one big vagina, my nose having adjusted.
Watching shadow of her face zoning out, slimy liquids slipping down my leg, I had still not come back from my state of disassociation.
"So tomorrow midnight you say?"
"Yes"
"We're gonna have to find a way to wash you, or you're gonna be an even worse biohazard in my place"
"I think that will be least of your worries"
"What do you mean?"
"Daddy's loaded. I am sure you noticed. He's just stingy. I eat your weekly groceries in a day"
"I figured."
"What's your plan then?"
"I got some savings"
"And what then?"
"Do I look like I have a plan?"
"That's not very inspiring Robert"
"Oh because you letting yourself grow to a literal telephone pole was such a good idea."
"You know I can still reach in there"
"I mean seriously. You're on borrowed time. You can't live like this for longer than a couple months."
I saw her shadow turn away.
"Some dumb coincidence is going to make you known to the rest of the world and then what?"
"Or even worse, you outgrow my place without even knowing it and we'll have to call some demolition people to get you out"

"My father has a cabin deep in forest. You know the uncharted territory in distant north? I'll hide there"
"Didn't your father just throw you out?"
"He never uses it, I'll just break the lock with my thumb or something. We'll live off wildlife"
"I have no words Shelby"
"Are you coming with me or no? Or do I have to make you come with me?"
"Tempting, but I will do it voluntarily"

I bought the cheapest couch I could find. There's a place where they rent you a van and you can drive the furniture you bought yourself.
I don't know what I'll do with the couch, and I don't know what I'll do with Shelby either.

----
8

I parked right in front of the house with my rented van. I still had that couch in it, but that wasn't really my concern at this point.
I walked up a flight of stairs leading up to the 100 year old house. I think these houses weren't built street level becuase of literal horseshit.
Well I get to lug a piece of cheap furniture up the stairs now out of the horseshit. Not much of an upgrade from the splinters Shelby's giant fat ass left behind.
I wanted to get rid of it on the side of road somewhere, but I figured I'll leave it behind as a parting gift or something.

"So did you grow the inch you wanted or no?" I slowly closed the distance to a massive woman bent over just to fit the ceiling.
"Robbie, have you prepared everything? Daddy is coming back in a few hours this morning"
"That's a question I should be asking, I am not moving"
Shelby pointed at a bag of clothes leaning against a wall, half dirty looking and balled into a mess of unfolded chaos.
Her finger lingered.
"Shelby I am not carrying your bag of clothes, we have to haul a couch up here"
"You're not going to help me?!" Her annoying girly display emerged stochastically.
"No, c'mon, we're not doing a bit here, we need to get a move on"
"Alright whatever"
"Have you checked if anybody's outside?"
"Nobody's outside when I looked around, but I cannot guarantee anything, obviously"
Shelby appeared to be in thought.
"We need to do this as fast as possible, if we're efficient with it you'll be exposed for only a few seconds" I assured her.
"I cannot help you with the couch, I'd be exposing myself a lot longer"
"You know, you're right."
I thought for a moment before turning back to get the couch.
"So where are we going anyway?" Shelby asked suddenly.
"You cannot be serious"
Her intense gaze staright down at me suggested so.
"I think we already talked about this, we're going to my place"
"Robert I won't fit there"
"Did we not have this discussion yesterday? Are you fucking with me or what?"
Realization struck her face and Shelby looked around anxiously.
"Can't we go to the cabin or something?"
"No, we can't. I need to work."
"Listen, this might be the last time you're here, ever. Do you have everything you need?"
Her body relaxed with realization, she sat down slowly, easing the strain on my neck.
"I think so" She said coldly.
"Alright hang back here while I haul that peice junk"
My back was not thankful for the motions it was going through. Last thing I need at this point is for some samaritan to emerge out of who knows where to help me.
Pushing the piece of crap up 45 degrees was a joy. Just when I was losing my grip, a large hand emerged from the doors, grabbed the hand rest and pulled me inside with a power of a diesel truck. 
I almost got a whiplash.
My body was heaving from exhaustion, embarassingly so, betraying my sedentary lifestyle and Shelby was impatiently observing me.
"You cannot be serious, this is your limit?"
I heard her pace around as I laid face down. She suddenly tensed up, and dragged the couch into the living room with me still on it.
It's like I was gliding on ice, a bit of terrifying display.
I sat up and saw her pick up her clothes impatiently and looked back at me like an annoyed mother. Her awkward stance pressed down by the ceiling made things rather bizzare.
"Alright let's go Shelby, let's just do this"
She left the room and I raced after her. Shelby descended down the stairs with one step and made her way to a van which she made comically small by comparison.
I had my doubts about her fitting in, but then she performed an amateur circus act and folded inwards impressively well.
That is, until her tit got caught by her knee and she tripped inwards. The van lurched forward in pain.
It was over surprisingly quick.
I did not banter, no place for that, I got in the driver seat and set off.

The drive there was surprisingly difficult. I suppose that's how truck drivers that drove fuel or other liquids felt before they invented 
those ring structures inside that make the sloshing less intense. Pretty sure the suspension is busted so I kept my speed to a grandma pace.
I could hear Shelby shift once in a while, however she made no noise she couldn't help. Shelby was handling it very well.

We stopped in front of my dwelling. I knocked on the back and opened it. Shelby's limbs exploded outwards.
She unfolded quickly, looked around, gained awareness and then wasted no time in getting to my place.
Must've been the last place she regularly came home to before shutting herself from the world.
She was all sticky and gross. Sweat pouring everywhere, pooling at an ass the size of a work desk, hovering above my face.

I sprinted after her, navigated the awkward scaffolding like stairs that led up to my place and ushered her inwards as her body parts pressed into the doorway.
All I could think about is her having to undergo the same thing in reverse and bigger a couple months from now.
And it was done.

Rather quick and painless if I do say so myself. Shelby kept a high level of opsec. Perhaps she's not an airheaded vicious creature when she needs to be.
---

The problems started almost immediately. Shelby was simply enormous. Her father's house did its best at hiding her unreal size, but in an apartment built for 
normal humans Shelby was just a crawling behemoth straddling multiple rooms at a time.
Her smell was unbelievable. I had to wash her by bringing a washbasin to her, pick a bodypart and work at that.
Of course, she was insufferable about it too. Constant remarks, randomly grabbing me and pressing my face in her unwashed parts before I got to work.
I'd clean her up and then she'd masturbate again in an hour ending up back in the same state.
My life became a never ending chore of washing, feeding and taking care of an annoying queen. 

Luckily she was lady like enough to take care of her waste and wanted me to have no part in it.
I don't know how she did it, and don't want to know.
She'd shout "I am taking care of business!" very sternly, and half my apartment would be a no go zone.

I almost walked in on her once, she slapped me back one room and hissed at me the entire day.
Called me a toilet creep, disgusting and all the things she could think of.

The sexual services were even more frequent. I had to eat her out constantly, shove my enitre arms in there, basically work her A spot like a boxer working a bag.
The gaping maw's hunger was insatiable. She said it constantly "itches" and not taking care of it would make her beat down the walls and go insane.

Of course, her appetite was biblical. She only ate and masturbated. It was a whirlwind of wet sounds alternating between the two holes.
She enjoyed being gross, and that started to wear on me, but then she'd press me up against her tit, I'd look in her eye, realize just by seeing her face she must've grown,
and I'd get an electrifying boner. I felt like a small moon caught in an orbit of a giant. I orbited so close all of my view was her.

In my brief moments of sobreity, I contemplated the long term. Perhaps we need to get out of this place while she still can.
---

I kept showing up to work because I couldn't focus on work. Well I couldn't focus on work regardless, because of what was waiting for me there.
However, you can't have remote meetings with a masturbating behemoth in the back. 'Are you talking? Unmute your microphone'
No, I am not talking, I am just housing a masturbating brat that has a biomass of a packed pub.

I had to buy a gym membership just to have a place to shower and maintain a small stash of clothes away from home. I'd smell like a vagina everywhere I went otherwise.
I had to make trips that would feed a family twice a day. I am sure the cashiers thought I run a food bank or something.

Throughout all this, I had no idea how massive Shelby had gotten. I had a bit of a scare when I realized just how huge her eyes had gotten when she held my gaze for too long. 
There were clues peppered all throughout though. Her foot sticking out of a room much further than before. Her being able to grab me from further and further back. 
Surely I told myself, she's just in a different pose right now, right? She wasn't. 
She was pulsating outwards with an unnatural speed. Her repeatedly blasting my conscious with her insane ramblings of being a goddess were undermining my sanity.

We kept having sex and my dick felt more and more diminutive with each session. We did not have sex much, once she had lost her cherry in satisfying manner, it felt like she had that off her checklist.
She much preferred the various stunts I performed with my arms and tongue it seemed. The acts went from electrifying, mind altering, brain smoothing religious experiences to cardio sessions submerged in smell and heat.

---

"So yeah, they gave me a fixed interest rate for 3 years, hopefully in 3 years the economy won't be so shit"
My coworker was rambling. I was at my 6th beer. The barrage of messages from "the bitch" was doing my head in.
She knew I was going out for drinks. I really did become her toy, a toy someone else was taking away from her.

I glanced at my female coworker, a recent hire.
A tiny 5 foot tall of nothing with the cutest face. She disarmed anyone with a smile.
"So Robert, do you have a girlfriend?" her flushed face and mannerisms were undoing her maturity.
"I do not. Not really in a place to have one"
My rambling coworker dealt me a death stare, he had become embarassingly quickly infatuated with her.
I don't really blame him, if I was normal, and my life wasn't ruled by a vagina the size of a pizza, I'd probably give in.

The tiny thing hovered around me for weeks, perhaps it were my tired eyes and her inability to get in my head with her performative cutesy mannerisms.
I know these kinds of girls, they just want to get you in a spot, but she couldn't. She was almost 10 feet short and about 50 pounds of tit lacking.

"Let's do shots!" someone else exclaimed as my view narrowed downwards from moderate drunkeness.
It's the hops I swear, I can drink my own bodyweight in spirits, but when I hit beers I get white girl wasted.
"Let's do shots!" I echoed.

I could not handle spirits my bodyweight that night.

Past midnight, as everyone was peeling away, the little harlot was still following me around.
The rambling mortgage guy had given up and dipped hours before, and now with just the two of us she was getting handsy.
Stroking my back, looking right up at my face with sparks in her eyes.
"Cindy, I can make it back home, you don't have to come with me"
"Oh Robert, but you agreed to have me sleep over today. I told you my last train was hours ago and you agreed!"
Did I? Was she just playing on my drunkeness now? I can't fucking tell.
Did she even do the shots with us? I forget.
I strained my eyes, and for the first time in last 4 hours I could see her face clearly.
She was wearing a smirk, like she had just cornered me.
Oh no. I need to desperately get out of this situation.

I'll tell her I am babysitting someone's daughter, I wouldn't even be lying, and that I'll call her a taxi.
It will murder my wallet but that's the best I can do.
We rounded a familiar corner and I was suddenly sober. It's now or never.

"Cindy I am sorry, but you cannot stay over, I am drunk as hell and agreed to something I cannot do"
"Oh don't be a buzzkill Robbie!"
She beamed back at me unphased. She just had to close it now.
"No I am serious, you cannot stay over. I will call you a taxi however much it costs"
"Robbie, you're such a gentleman!"
She's not budging.

We were in front of my door. I heard overwhelming thumping.
The door flew open and a hand the size of Cindy's torso reached out and grabbed her.
I was alone with the buzzing lights.

----
9

I had never heard such vocals before. I don't even know if it was Cindy's mouth making those sounds.
Intense, shrill, shocked. Absolute terror. And then silence.
I looked around and saw one of my neighbours turn a light on, I quickly went in.

The humid smell almost burned my lungs. The floor was glistening with Shelby's sweat. Like a mop tracing hot water, with her crawling everywhere, I could track her like some legendary mexican beast whose name is EL Ogro whatever whatever.
Her massive hand grabbed the side of a doorway and her soul shattering face peeked out.
"What the fuck are you doing? What did you do to her? Is she alive?"
"I am horny. The little bitch just fainted."
"Great."
Her free hand shot out and grabbed me by my leg. My balance shifted towards her grasp and I was suddenly dragged across the sweaty floor like a victim.
"Stop fucking doing this constantly you oaf"
"Robert you're going to please me now"
"Shelby, I would've pleased you regardless, you didn't need to grab my coworker for that"
"Shut the fuck up. I am so horny I cannot think"
I saw Cindy ragdolled in a corner like a broken toy. Her clothes scrunched up around her waist, almost an imprint of Shelby's hand.
Shelby's pussy lips parted like a lovecraftian apocalypse and swallowed my head whole. My collarbones dinked against whatever vagina bones she had down there.
It hurt like a motherfucker. My nose got flattened. My air supply got cut. Shelby's essence was filling my ears.
Abruptly, rest of my body left the floor and I was feeling weightless. Shelby's massive hand held me at my cock's base as she sat up and squatted.
She held me like a dildo while squatting. I blasted whatever was underneath me with cum out of pure fear and adrenaline.
Shelby noticed and shifted her hand around my body while mumbling something.

It was almost comforting. Hearing someone's voice through their body. A sick freudian nightmare, last time having an experience of that before I came to this world.
A world that decided to bear a sick sexual fantasy that was punishing me now.

As Shelby's hand shifted around my torso. She started twisting me around like a screwdriver and scream-moaned.
I was choking, hurting and having my face shaved down like a fresh peice of wood. I don't even know if I had a nose anymore.
Her occasional contractions allowed me to catch my breath. I was trapped in a moment that stretched on for an eternity.

Suddenly, like a blood pressure monitor hugging your arm, my face got constricted by her vagina while her bones vibrated with her unmistakable, otherworldly shrill screams.
When I thought she was about to pull me out, I got slammed back in and felt a blinding sharp pain in my shoulders.
And again. This time my body numbed by shock. I could hear her blood curdling scream for a moment, like putting down headphones, and thought of that one neighbour that turned on their light for a second.

And then it was over. I was slimy and felt like a bunch of bodyparts in a pile rather than a person.
Shelby had a serene look on her face and seemed satisfied.
---

"Did you break her ribs or something? She's not waking up"
"I just grabbed her and she fainted"
I am sure there were some extra steps to the story.
"I am serious, if you killed her that's it. That's the end of our story here"
The crumpled up body of Cindy rose up and down, Shelby licking her fat fingers in foreground.
"Shouldn't she have woken up by now? What did you do to her?"
"You keep asking questions like I know answers to them-"
A panicked scream pierced our eardrums. A tiny body gathered itself in a corner, eyes darting all over the place.
Shelby turned her massive body at the phenomenon and imposed itself onto her, like observing an anthill.
"OH MY GOD!"
Came out of the corner. Cindy'd breaths quickened.
"Relax kitten" Shelby said smoothly, cheesily, and awkwardly.
"Cindy are you alright?"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!?"
Another shout, rightfully so. I covered my face, hoping to ignore the predicament, however it persisted.
"YOU'RE REAL?!"
Shelby, in her post nut serenity observed the scattering cockroach with twitching limbs and an unstable mental.
Like a mother watching her confused calf, her oversized hand moved to soothe the ball of nervous and stilled her movement.
Whether out of fear or overwhelming power, Cindy complied.
"Cindy, that's Shelby, yes, this is all real"
She looked at me, and then back at the mass of human.
"What is going on here Robert?! What the fuck is this!? Is this a puppet show!? This is not funny!!"
Her presence returned, back from the precipice of an oversized teenage girls and smelly vaginas.
"That's Shelby, she's real. She's massive, I know."
She locked eyes with the leviathan and clutched her crotch involuntarily.
Here we go.
"Shelby?"
As if rehearsing the label to herself, Cindy consolidated her faculties and regained control over her movements.
Her gaze sunk, right into the impossible cleavage that controlled my life.
Shelby turned her billboard like face to me with laughing eyes.
"Robert, I think she likes me"
"Who wouldn't, Shelby?" I replied out of obligation.
Shelby's huge face turned itself back to the cornered animal animating Cindy.
Her hand gained confidence, stroking her hair, her arm, and then seized her being gently.
Cindy was mute, but I could tell her blood was in her nether region, she was experiencing the overwhelming sexual aura I had months to adapt to.
Like caressing a broken animal, Shelby escalated the touch and leaned further into Cindy's stupified expression.
---

Sipping an atrocious instant coffee, maintaining a confused eye contact with a new introducee to the "my giant life" the reality show, - I studied Cindy's expression.
The gears were turning at rapid pace behind the facade, an ongoing paralysis.
"So she just fucking grows? And her tits too?!"
I looked back at the oversized brat in another room, peircing my soul, expecting me to do all the heavy lifting in this interaction.
She came, she doesn't care how I deal with this at this point.
"Yes. She's just fucking huge, and her tits too"
Her gaze burrowed itself into the now lukewarm coffee and stayed still.
I gave Shelby the "what now?" look, she reveled in the confusion and the breathy lustful impulses that were terrorizing Cindy's body.
"I hope you understand you cannot tell anybody about this situation"
"No shit Robert, who would even belive me?"
"Right"
Another patch of silence followed.

"How big are your tits?!" Cindy turned to the big bitch furnishing the room.
"Big enough, Cindy"
I happened upon an even bigger boob fiend than myself. Her gaze was in that cleavage ever since she could string together sentences.
"Cindy please tell me you won't tell anybody about our little secret"
Her head snapped back to me, a serious squint met my intention.
"That depends, what do I get out of that Robert?"
Oh I can tell you're in sales you little slut.
The foundation shook menacingly, and suddenly Shelby was in Cindy's face again.
"Who told you you're in a spot to negotiate, girlypop?"
Shelby oppressed her with her tits.
Cindy's face flushed with lust, her control retreating.
"Want to live in my tits? Keep quiet Cindy"
Shelby's obnoxious display came in clutch.

Cindy spent the night sucking on tits the size of her entire body, paying me no mind. I suppose there really is no such a thing as a straight woman.
Or a lesbian woman for that matter. Shelby seemed to have no real interest in the harlot hanging off her nipple, giving me a knowing look all throughout.

Morning came, Cindy and I had to return back to our coprorate selves. Something Cindy had a marked difficulty executing.
Disheveled and confused, we both straightened our clothes before heading out while ignoring the rythmic smacking sounds of Shelby's masturbation.

Cindy leaned into me suspiciously.
"Robert, how big is she anyway?"
"I have no fucking idea, but well over 12 feet"
Cindy looked to the side, like an old windows machine processing, and turned her back towards me.
"We need to go back to work. Stay here for a while, so we dont come in at the same time"
I turned back to the echoing apartment and let the harlot leave my place.
Who knows what's really going to happen from now on. And honestly, I am tired of managing this oversized brat.
If the government comes here to harvest her bone marrow and breastmilk, I wouldn't even care at this point.
The door slammed shut.

---

Cindy kept her mouth shut. At least to others. However, she bothered me with asking for visitation rights constantly.
At some point, she stopped asking, and kept missing work. Or "worked home office".
What that really meant was sucking on Shelby's giant tits.
Shelby enjoyed the extra attention, I am sure Cindy being easy on the eyes helped, but they never went further than titsucking as far as I can tell.
Perhaps Shelby, like me, could tell Cindy was a ticking time bomb and a liability that will one forsaken day expose us to the outside world.
The arrangement worked for now. But the volatility certainly didn't suit me. A mounting problem growing alongside Shelby's oppressive body.

---

"Congrats on introducing an unknown element to our whole predicament Shelby. Hope it was worth you shoving my head up your cunt"
We had one of our little fights again.
"What good are you anyway if you can't deal with your stupid coworker? Didn't she want to fuck you? Use your manly charm. Should work on small bitches unlike me"
"You're so funny, so funny. That was before your nipples hypnotized her into being your obedient slave. She should be your responsibility to deal with"
"Responsibilites are for little people. I grow and inspire. You shrink and organize"
"Shrink?"
"You look smaller to me, Robbie"
"Amazing. Great. Whatever"
I traced the behemoth up to the corner of a room. Shelby filled an entire room sitting down now. I still had no idea how big the brat has gotten.
"Shouldn't we measure you by now? You're fucking huge"
"Measure my foot and calculate my height, can't you do that?"
"Didn't you say in the past that your feet grow first and rest catches up?"
"Oh yeah" Her gaze faked a thought "I did say that didn't I"
"Besides, I don't know what size your foot was the last time I knew your height"
Disinterested silence followed.

"We should really get you measured" I said.
Shelby leaned into my face, minimizing my spirit immediately.
"Oh yeah? And how are we gonna do that?"
Her huge feet akimbo around my peripheries, I was dealing with a monument to life at this point. Perhaps it is time to pull this brat out of my aparment before a demolition crew has to come rescue her.
Her breath blew my hair back, now with a satisfied expression.

----
10

I slid my key into a worn out lock.
I could tell Cindy was overstaying her visitation again, her were shoes strewn across the hallway.
Shelby was splayed out all across the room that was origninally something of a living room, before she destroyed all furniture and created a permanent cumstain on the floor.
A small female form was heaving with Shelby's breaths, sleeping on her tit with drool connecting her mouth and a strawberry sized nipple.
I turned into Shelby with my posture, she met my gaze unwaveringly and stared at me.

"Shelby when's the last time you left this room?"
"I am hungry make me something to eat. Make something for Cindy too, shouldn't be too much trouble"
I've felt the hate rise up in me briefly at the mention of another useless freeloader.
"That's great, but answer my question first"
"Robert I am hungry" She whined like a school girl. Ragebaiting me.
"Shelby do we really have to do this song and dance everytime I ask you something uncomfortable?"
"Yesterday. It's annoying and takes me forever to angle myself out of these tiny doorframes."
"We need to get you out of here within this week, otherwise you'll be stuck here forever"
"I don't feel like doing that, now make me something to eat"
"Shelby, I told you, we're not doing this right now."
I paused briefly.
"I think I can rent an even bigger van somewhere. We need to do this while you can still fit in regular utility vehicles"
"regular utility vehicles" she mocked while mouthing with her hand.
"Robbie you still talk like a virgin despite fucking the hottest babe on the planet"
"And you still talk like an annoying teenager despite being more grown than 3 women put together"
"Rob, I don't know if you know" - she leaned in while holding up her hand at her mouth, like she's telling a secret - "but I am still a teenager"

Cindy slid down her teat making a loud thud. She certainly had a slapstick like quality to her movements and falls. It almost makes you take it less seriously that she just fell from a few feet, painfully.
Hair in her mouth, she looked around like a confused animal and laid down on the wet ground again.
"Shelby, mommy, you're so hot, I love you so much" Cindy groaned like a special needs kid.
Shelby stroked the small form in front of her like a cat, giving me a smug look.

I walked out of the room in disgust.
"See Robert, this is what love looks like. Not your psychopathic attachment to my tits, like I am a piece of meat"
Her voice carried into the kitchen while I was unloading the groceries.
"Shelby, stop baiting, and take what we're talking about seriously"
"Have you figured out how tall I am?"
I paused with fridge door in hand, a slight welt was growing on my forehead now.
"Oh my fucking god can you stop?"
A deep rumbling laugh overlayed by tiny mouse-like squeaks followed.
This Cindy bitch is seriously starting to piss me off.

"Cindy, you should go home. This is not a suggestion"
"But you still haven't fed me yet"
"I feed Shelby, not you. Now go."
"Make me, Robert"
Shelby laughed again.
I marched up into the musty room where Cindy and Shelby were.
Shelby was simply enormous. Her hip was chest high when laying down. A fanatastical creature.
Her glistening smooth skin. Long hair. The eroticism of her bratty look, with plush arrogant lips.
I felt like a little boy looking up at a pretty woman again. 
Shelby smiled at me genuinely, like a grown woman at a little boy, my core clutched itself.

"Stop staring Robert, weren't you about to drag Cindy out of here?"
Shelby adjusted, retracted her hand that stroked Cindy, Cindy snapping back up at the large protector in confusion.
"Cmon Cindy, don't make me drag you out of here"
The cornered cat found its footing in Shelby's stomach.
"Are you really going to do this in front of Shelby?"
I looked up at Shelby, her amused expression waited.
I had picked my gambit at this point, only way is forward. I cannot just turn around now.

"Alright. As you wish."
I grabbed Cindy's arm and dragged her across the room.
I am not even multiples of Cindy's weight and I dragged her like a ragdoll. Makes me shudder what I feel like to Shelby.
"What are you doing!?" she yelled.
And started punching my arm.

I looked back at her, then at Shelby, Shelby was sitting there unmoved. Her stunning face, like sun, forced my eyes elsewhere.
I cocked my limb, and dealt Cindy a straight backhander.
Shrill female rage followed. I pulled her towards her shoes and simply pointed at them.
She was shouting nonsense that I tuned out.
---

"You know Robert. I have to tell you."
I fed Shelby up close. Her monumental tits bulged out with each movement of her arm, projecting out inbetween us.
"What is it Shelby"
Shelby stared at me warmly.
"Back then, in front of Cindy. You looked so clueless. It turned me on so much."
My ears got really warm.
"What were you thinking Robert?"
I put down the plate, and suddenly nowhere I looked was safe.
Her cleavage, her collarbones, her taut neck. Her face.
Her armpit propping up the hand on her ear.
"I thought you were very pretty Shelby"
"Awwe, that's so stinking cute Robert"~
"You sure it's not just because of your sick fetish?"
"No. I think you're super pretty. Your face is so beautiful and really gets to me"
Her index finger stroked my cheek.
"Oh Robert, you're so sweet today, what got into you?"
I hypnotized the oversized lips and leaned in without thinking.
She leaned down, and obliged.
Two big lips surrounded my mouth, an innocent gradeschooler kiss.
I kissed back, earnestly chasing her envelopment. However, her lips overwhelmed me.
A little tongue action, and then alot of it. My mouth got filled with her tongue.
Forcing its way inside, a pure muscle undulating inside my mouth, choking me.
I pulled back but her hand secured my head instantly.
I opened my eyes, looking up, I saw her cheeks pushing into her eyes smugly.
Her tongue retreated and then licked my face like a big gross dog. From brow to chin, like someone splashed me with water.
Shelby laughed heartily.
"Oh Robert, that was truly awful."
I blushed. She stroked my hair.

---

A vaguely fat menopausal woman was walking around behind me with police officers by my side.
Cindy filed assault charges on me. I was fired. I remained quiet and asked for a lawyer.
The blinding rage I havent felt in years since I was a hormonal teenager whistled in my ears.
A part of me saw it coming. I see the play Cindy is going for. Trying to take Shelby away from me.
I wasn't concerned about that, however, I was concerned about the circus I was about to face.
And what I'll do with Shelby. Whether I'll get arrested and what will happen.
I have no idea how any of this works. Not exactly a career criminal myself.

I was let go. I had to hand over all my things and was walked out of the building unceremoniously by a couple of police officers that wouldn't look out of place in a 90s sitcom.
---

"She did what?" Shelby
"Yeah. Surprised I am not in custody. Surprised I even got home today."
"Well. What do we do?"
"I think this is the perfect opportunity. We need to get the fuck out of here"
Shelby was in thought. She folded her legs one over the other, creating a small wake.
"I suppose now is the time isn't it?"
"It really is. I am not finding a job ever again anyway. You mentioned a cabin a while back haven't you?"
"That was just a stupid idea for stupid ideas' sake"
"Well now that's our only lifeline"
"Not exactly. The cabin is smaller than my dad's house, and I don't fit in there"
"What if we asked Cindy for help? She would help me, I know that for sure"
"Yeah, real funny"
She smiled.
"Hold up, Shelby, why don't you just give her a call and tell her to drop charges?"
"Huh, she probably would do that if I just ordered her to, wouldn't she?"
"Yes, she would"
"Maybe I should start ordering people around more, Robert"
She purred, looking down on me from her familiar lounging position defined by borders of the musty room she destroyed.
Her pure volume was making my head spin.

"Yeah take care of the dumb little slut and I'll arrange for some utility vehicle. The largest van I can find."
"I thought I was the one giving orders here."
"Right, witty aren't you?"

---
I don't know if my criminal charge didn't show up in a background check of the utility rental. Or if that is even something they look at.
Likewise, I do not know if Cindy really did drop the charges, or if that is indeed something that can be done anyway.
I technically did commit a crime, I mean, the state could prosecute me right? I have no idea, and I do not really care much anymore.
I don't even have a license to drive this thing I think. Whatever, I had the keys in my hand, so it was all good.

I got that huge van that is almost a lorry. It rattles like a tank and has about same steering accuracy too.
It should be large enough to fit an overgrown succubus.

We waited for a 3 am middle-of-week day and simply got on with it. Having done this before, Shelby mechanically performed all the steps.
It went smoothly. 
Or so I thought.

"Wow really? Do you think I am really not getting out of here?"
"It's just a tight fit"
I said leaning in, in a dad-like fashion, observing the bulging heft of Shelby pouring out of a doorway.
"As long as it's not your bones running up against a thing, you should be fine" I noted.
"Alright Einstein, but I am still not getting out of here, the angle I am trying here just cannot be made"

I circled around into kitchen and saw her one foot destroying a cupboard.
"Maybe get sweaty? Some lubrication? We still got cooking oil if you don't squash it with your foot" I said half in jest.
"Real funny Robert, but I am not engaging in your fetishes."
Shelby twisted and groaned. But she wasn't budging.
I faced the crawling behemoth face on, her exasperated face upping my dopamine.
"Right, this is not funny anymore, I think I might be stuck, for real"
I got closer, her face was right in front of me, she gave me an annoyed look.
This is probably the most helpless I've seen her. I gave her nose a boop.
Born of frustration, she wormed in a burst of energy.

Then, like a topology student undoing a knot, her left hand popped out of the doorway and gave her leverage.
She pulled herself out and into the hallway and was immediately in a squatting position.
Her breasts filled my vision, her face looking down and from the top of the ceiling. She looked at me with intent.
My chest was struck with a powerful middle finger flick that sat me down.
"Two can play that game Robert."

Next doorway was much quicker. 
She crawled down the scaffolding stairs like a salamander while my eyes darted around windows.
All lights were off.
It seemed all had gone well.

I was checking lights, looking around recounting all the necessary steps.
I walked into a fleshy pillar.
Her thigh was wider than me, it was right in front of me. I looked up - and saw a copious ass filling my perspective.
It pumped and deflated with movement, shifting weight from one leg to another.
Her back rose up into heavens, up to her volumnious mane that covered her shoulders. She turned her head and zeroed in on me.
Her pupils dilated briefly.

Shelby turned around, her width swung around threateningly. Crotch hovering above my head. It became an unreachable grail.
I couldn't see her face. Her tits flying out into the space, just there, big fat and stupid. Destroying my mind.
She took a small step back, her tits retreating out of the perspective. Shelby's height gave her a natural nose-held-high illusion.
She cocked her hips and brought down her nose.
"I am so fucking huge, aren't I?"
Like a force of nature pulling a rope out of my urethra, I came instantly. All too much.


----
11

My essence pooled at my crotch. I covered it like a 3rd grader that had just pissed himself, however she could tell.
*sniff* *sniff* "What's that smell Robert?"
Shelby bent over further, surveying me. There is no way she can smell this. I can't smell it for god's sake.
My hands gave up a pantomime of hide the cumstain, her amused expression grew wider.
"Yeah, it happened, there's no way you can smell it though. I mean you're up there"
"Yes, I am."
"Up there."
She added, her body compacting into a squat. Volumnious titmeat propped up by her knees, arms framing and propeling it above my face.
The shift in air notwithstanding, her scaled up gestures and microexpressions terrorized my being.
I looked away to compose myself, and waited for blood to drain from the center of my body. Shelby's hand grabbed my entire torso gently.
"Shelby, we really don't have time for this. Get in the van"
Her hand let go and she spun around quickly knocking me down with her ass.
I gathered myself and got into the van, now all parts of me dirtied.

A few nights before, Shelby looked up the location of the cabin with my help. She had become incapable of using any devices without voice commands,
and in her own words, using a phone with voice commands is cumbersome, so she didn't.
Regardless, it was a strange session of recounting childhood memories through street view maps until we finally located a hermit-friendly structure deep in mountains.
Hudson must know we're going to get cornered by Shelby's size eventually. Perhaps he's at the place expecting us. Or perhaps he never expected his daughter to become this.

The van got stuck in the mud. However many metric tons of brat in the back shouldn't have made this exactly surprising. I had no back up plan.
"Get out, we're walking the rest. It's not like we could really go up a much steeper hill anyway."
Shelby groaned, unfolded and pulled herself out of the van. This is very likely the last time she's being driven around by regular means. Or at all.
We trekked upwards. Her looming form became positively terrifying in the pitch darkness of forest.
Pale feet glowed in darkness, sunk deep in the mud with each step. Hands swung around, and above my head. It felt like I had a giant grizzly bear breathing in my ears.
"Shelby?"
"Huh~" she puffed "Yeah?"
"Do you think you will ever stop?"
"Honestly, Robert"- ..."I don't think it's stopping anytime soon"
"How do you know?"
"It's, just not" ... "How do I explain" ... -"my bones feel like they're splitting down the length"
"That's crazy, is it worse now?"
"Yes, it's been getting worse"
... "but it feels kind of good" ... "like when a dildo punched my cervix and then it hurt for a while"
"It honestly makes me kind of feel high"
My forehead pulled back down my scalp.
"I keep visualizing myself growing more and more"
I kept my gaze forwards.

"Right I get it. Focus on breathing."
"mmm"~ she moaned. 

The mountain descended down my horizon as we reached the peak.

"How much longer?"
"I thought I showed you where on the map it is"
"Yeah but we're still going by your memory aren't we?"
"You really are useless aren't you?"
I looked up at her, she walked in slow motion, no longer having to work extra to counter sinking.
One step was a large dash and some change for me.
"Two more mountains just like this one"
"Well it did look pretty far on the map view"
"That it did"
"What about food?"
"That's your responsibility Robert"
"It has been, but there's no grocery stores and I got fired for touching that little cunt"
"Nobody forced you to assault your coworker Robert"
"Well, you kind of expected me to"
"Me? Robert you need to take responsibility for your actions"
I spared her no energy. The winding road disappeared under leaves and deep unkempt forest slowly trickled in.

We arrived at the cabin. It was surprisingly large. At least large enough to house the beast for now.
Chopped wood peeked out of the bins and everything was neatly prepared for the next stay at the place. 
My paranoia heard every creak of wood as Hudson finally busting our party. No such thing. 
The forest was eerily quiet and for the first time in my life I lit an oil lamp.

"Good job, looks like we made it, and solved the problem for a couple of months"
I heard her say as I watched her awkwardly stumble over furniture that was at her ankles
She made use of the brittle furniture and sprawled out colonizing all the little tacky seats.
"Except, you haven't really, you still need to feed me, and I am feeling kind of hungry already"
Oil lamp drew Shelby's outline on the walls as I carried it, shifting and deforming her form.
"Can you go one day without fucking eating? Just one day, I'll figure it out tomorrow"
...
Her expression remained unreadable.
"What do you want me to do, order pizza?"
"That would be a start"
I performatively facepalmed, for an audience of noone.
I walked around the half rotten cottage looking, hoping the bloodflow from my legs would reach my brain.
"I'll call Cindy to get us food"
The damp walls echoed. A flash of anger, still unprocessed and raw.
"You guys seem to really like each other"
"You'd know, wouldn't you Rob? We women know how to love in a way you oafs don't understand"
...
"Right, if you think giving away a location to someone that tried to implicate you in a police investigation is a good idea"
"Implicate me?"
"What good is that huge fucking head good for? Think for a second. If I had been investigated, the number one question would be why that manipulative bitch was in my apartment in the first place"
"Can't you make something up, are you that useless?"
"It's the central fact gluing the entire conflict together you big smelly dumbass"
"Big smelly dumbass? Huge fucking head? Come here Robert, I want to show you something"
"Are you going to rub me on your pussy again?"
"Yes"
"Later"
...
"Well, anyhow, you're still useless and we still need to find someone that's employed and gives me food. So"
I sat opposite of dimly lit woman the size of a car, cautiously watching my distance, like a cat watching a dog's leash.
Not that it would help me if she was really determined, but at least I was out of effortless grabbing distance.
"Right, go ahead and rub me on your pussy, and then we can call Cindy"
"I don't need your permission to do that, Bob"
"Bob?"
Her hand squeezed air out of my lungs as I said it.
The sudden force electrified me, like a struck animal. I couldn't tell before, but her vagina was completely exposed.
And it was larger. Too large. It looked alive. She had said before that her pussy was constantly torturing her. For a moment I felt like I saw intent in those nested fleshy walls.

As is almost custom at this point, my head got enveloped by the fleshy walls. I had grown accostumed to this so much my breathing syncronized with her, catching breaths when necessary.
My ears could almost gage her height at this point. Every day, the wreath felt slightly bigger. A big generous hole covering my head with slime.
Suddenly, like jumping into water, a sound of liquid crashed into my ears. The force was alarming, I thought she had flexed her walls with my head inside before. Pure terror took a hold of my body.
It kept tightening, my skull collapsing on itself.

And then it started cracking, as if diving too deep. My inner ear was privy to Shelby's innards. I realized she was trying to rotate me with her grasping hand on my body.
My neck gave out and she let go like touching a hot stove.
Her crushing squeeze on my head hoewever didn't stop. Finer motions rebounding in my inner ear suggested she was fingerblasting her clit, perhaps having given up on penetrative orgasm.
Every muscle group from my shoulders upwards felt like it got pulled out and strung up on a guitar like a string, and then thrown away.
I probably wouldn't even be able to hold my head up like a toddler.

Air breached my cavity and I realized I hadn't breathed for the past minute. Shelby was cumming, not so intensely. But that ought to satisfy.
I got pulled out like a floppy used condom, my head bouncing on my shoulders. Shelby bit her lip in brief thought, and scanned me up and down.

"Bobert, you need to start exercising, I almost twisted your head off."
I couldn't reply, I couldn't even maintain eye contact.
"Okay, look I am sorry. I'll put you down on the couch"

I passed out, having vaguely heard a phonecall, her lumbering frame cracking the rotting floor boards around me.
And, of course, her masturbating.

...

"Is that your sister?"
I asked my friend Jake. I rocked back and forth on a fence, paint chipping on my palms.
"Yes, that's my sister, she grew over summer. Crazy right?"
"How is that possible?"
"Mom said it was puberty"
A large patch of grass the size of a football field between us. The towering girl was head and shoulders above her friends.
A blonde hair on her, so blonde it looked bleached. I looked back at my brunette friend Jake, shorter than me.
"She is taller than teachers, is your mom also that tall" I asked
"No, she isn't."
I looked back at her. She was the only one with a red jacket. Bleach blonde hair and red jacket on top of two spindly legs, longer than some children running around her.
... 

My head was pulsating with angry pain.

"So I have to do that every day? What am I a delivery driver?"
Cindy's voice violated my somber nostalgia.
"Get your dumb woman beating boyfriend to do it, he's unemployed after all"
"Cindy, cookie, you're right I think he should do that. How you both arrange this is on you, I just gotta eat"
I couldn't turn my head. Not even to a side.
"I'd love to Cindy, but I am out of commission" I half shouted into the sturdy couch.
"Shut up woman beater" She barked venomously.
"Look, we both obviously get the worst out of each other, let's just focus on what's important"
"ME!" Shelby shouted into the awkward silence.
I heard tiny steps pace quickly and a door slamming.