A Day at the Giant Pool (extended video) (Patreon)

A woman revels in the thrill of giant muscular women at the pool, blending power and playful dominance.

It’s a sweltering afternoon, and I’ve just arrived at the community pool, my towel slung over my shoulder, sunscreen in hand. My name’s Lila, a regular 5’4” woman in a world that’s turned upside down since the giants came. Things have changed so much since women started growing—some now towering over 20 feet, their muscles bulging like living sculptures. The pool’s different now, adapted with deeper ends and reinforced decks to handle their weight, but for the most part, it’s a delight. I love it here, the air thick with excitement, my heart racing as I watch these colossal figures play. There’s something about their power that sets me ablaze, a thrill I can’t shake.

When I first heard about the giants a few years ago, I was nervous. Reports of women swelling to immense heights, their strength unmatched, filled the news. By 2023, they were a common sight—20-foot-tall amazons with biceps like tree trunks, thighs that could snap steel, lifting cars or reshaping landscapes with ease. The pool became their playground, and at first, I stayed away, imagining their anger could crush me like a bug. But today, as I step onto the warm concrete, I see the truth—they’re gentle giants, for the most part, and I’m hooked.

The scene is alive with laughter. A 22-foot-tall woman named Tara lounges by the deep end, her black bikini straining against her massive chest, her abs a chiseled wall. She’s tossing normal-sized kids into the water with a grin, her enormous hands cradling them before launching them with a splash. I watch, mesmerized, as a group of us—me included—climb her outstretched leg, her muscle hard yet warm under my hands. She chuckles, a sound that rumbles through me, and lifts me gently, her fingers wrapping around my waist like a vice of velvet. The height is dizzying, and when she tosses me into the pool, I surface laughing, my skin tingling with arousal from her strength.

Another giant, Lena, stands at 18 feet, her muscles gleaming with water as she plays a game of catch with a few of us. She picks up a guy twice my size, her biceps flexing like mountains, and tosses him with a playful wink. I volunteer next, and as she hoists me, her grip firm yet careful, I feel a rush of desire. Her power is intoxicating—those arms could crush me, yet she handles me like a doll, her sweet smile contrasting her might. I land in the water, breathless, my body humming with excitement. I love this, the way their strength dominates yet protects, turning the pool into a playground of power.

There’s a flip side, though, and it lingers in the back of my mind. I’ve heard stories—giants losing their temper, their strength turning destructive. Last month, a woman got upset over a spilled drink and accidentally dented a car with her foot, her anger a force of nature. Another time, a 20-foot-tall giantess flipped a table in a rage, her muscles rippling as she stormed off. They could crush anyone who crosses them, and the thought sends a shiver through me—not just fear, but a strange thrill. Their power is a double-edged sword, and I’m drawn to its edge, my pulse quickening at the danger they could unleash.

But today, it’s all play. I join a group climbing Mara, a 19-foot-tall beauty with thighs like pillars. Her laughter booms as we scramble up her back, my hands gripping her iron-hard muscles, my breath catching as I feel her power beneath me. She turns, lifting me with one hand, her fingers encircling my torso, and tosses me into the deep end. I surface, water streaming down my face, my body alive with desire. I love how small I feel, how their strength envelops me, how their gentle dominance turns me on. I watch Lena lift another woman, her biceps bulging, and imagine those arms around me, that power claiming me.

As the sun climbs higher, I float on my back, the giants’ shadows dancing over the water. I’m grateful for this new world, where their size and might redefine everything. I’ve never felt so alive, so drawn to the raw energy they exude. Sure, there’s a risk if they anger, but today, it’s all sweetness and strength. I’ll keep coming back, lost in the thrill of their power, hoping to feel it again—close, commanding, and utterly irresistible.