Meet Cute-Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Twenty Minutes Later

Fiona knocked lightly on the guest bedroom door, even though it was open. She was the only woman in the house who did not need to duck through doorways, but her bust scraped through the doorjamb. She seemingly paid the sound no mind. “Hey, Ryan, we’ve sorted out…all of that. For now, at least. You’re welcome to rejoin us.”

“Thank you.” He hopped down off the bed and approached Fiona, then slowed when she stayed put in the doorway. He stopped far enough away that he could still maintain eye contact over her prodigious bustline. “Um.”

“Before we go, I had some advice for you about the family dynamic. We’re very open till we’re not. So don’t bring up any of what just happened, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We’re all just going to pretend it didn’t happen because you’re here.”

“Got it.”

“I’m sure Jenny’ll talk to you about it if she wants.”

“Understood.”

Fiona cocked her head. “Well. You, Ryan, are excellent at maintaining eye contact.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“So you have!” With that, Fiona stepped far enough into the room that she could turn around without slamming her breasts into the wall, spun on her heels, and led the way back to the dining room.

Ryan climbed up into his chair to find that his bowl had already been filled with cold beet soup—apparently a Latvian staple. He wasn’t fond of it, but ate it anyway. He also couldn’t tell whether everyone else was silent because they were focused on eating, or because they were focused on not talking. The silence was so heavy that Ryan jumped in his chair—or, well, stack of long-unused encyclopedias—when Barbara asked him whether he wanted more soup. “Oh, uh—”

The three sisters groaned in unison.

Barbara scoffed. “He finished it already! He’s clearly hungry and he likes it.”

Rachel shook her head. “He’s a guest and a polite one, Mom. At least give him a day before you start forcing food on him, okay?”

Barbara sat up straight, indignant. “I am not forcing food on our guest. He’s the first one done!”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Because he doesn’t know you pounce like this on any poor soul with an empty plate.”

Fiona added, “Plus, there’s, what, seven more dishes?”

Barbara scowled. “Five. And two desserts.”

“Last I checked, five plus two is seven, Mom.” Fiona gestured across the table at Ryan. “Plus, he’s one of only two normal-sized people here. Let him eat a normal-sized person amount.”

“Fiona!”

“Jenny will take up his slack.”

“Fiona.”

“She’s right, Mom. I will.”

“Not helping, Jenny.”

Fiona patted the side of her left breast. “Plus, he doesn’t have nearly as many surplus calorie storage options as we do.”

Rachel and Jennifer snorted with laughter as Barbara started to blush.

“So!” Mark leaned forward and put his elbows on the table beside his soup bowl. “Have you declared a major yet, Ryan?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh, yes, sir. Biology.”

Mark nodded approvingly to Barbara. “And I hear you’re in Analytic Chemistry with Jenny. Are you taking Organic Chem next semester?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sounds like a pre-med track. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir. That’s the plan.”

“What kind of medicine do you want to practice?”

“Oncology.”

Barbara chimed in. “That takes a lot of planning and commitment. Do you have medical professionals in your family?”

“No, ma’am.”

Mark asked, “What got you interested in medicine?”

“Uh, so, cancer took my dad.” He smiled at Jennifer as she took his hand and nodded in response to the condolences from around the room. “It’s okay. He died when I was little. But what I saw of his care made me want to be able to do the same, or better, for people in his shoes.”

Mark nodded. “That’s noble. Good for you.” He gestured with his fork at Jennifer. “You’ve heard that we had our own scare with Jenny recently, so that hits home especially for us. Your mother must be very proud.”

Ryan chucked ruefully. When everyone looked at him quizzically, he said, “I mean, yes, but she’d actually prefer if I focused less on my academics and more on my gymnastics.” He looked around at the continued puzzled expressions on Jennifer’s family’s faces. “She always wanted me to follow in her footsteps.”

Barbara, who was sitting with Mark to her right and Rachel to her left, clapped her hands down on both their forearms as she gasped excitedly. “Oh. My. GOD.”

Two Hours Later

“Ryan! How’s Brobdignag?”

“Stop it, Mom.” He half-chuckled and shook his head. “It’s nice. They’re nice. Extremely tall. Except her dad, who is only normally tall.”

“Are you being polite?”

“Yes, Mom. Extremely.”

Marnie Jo narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“I ate cold Latvian beet soup while witnessing a number of emotional meltdowns from three very large, very body positive women at dinner, all while sitting at a table custom-made for people at least a foot taller than me in what’s basically a booster seat.”

Marnie Jo kept a straight face for half a second, then snorted, doubled over, and cracked up laughing.

“Oh, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet, Mom.” Ryan slowly brought a box of cereal into his webcam’s frame.

“Holy shit—I mean, sugar.”

“Oh no! I’ve suddenly learned how to curse!”

Marnie Jo rolled her eyes. “Okay, smart aleck. Is that a box of Sporty Quinoa Flakes? My box of Sporty Quinoa Flakes?”

“Yes.”

“They must be incredibly stale.”

“How would you know? They aren’t edible fresh.”

“Don’t be ungrateful, Ryan! That sponsorship deal paid for your college education.”

Ryan drew his mouth into a disbelieving line. “It was a mid-1990s cereal box name and likeness deal with an amateur female gymnast, Mom. No it didn’t. It probably didn’t even pay for a pair of Air Jordans.”

Marnie Jo held up a finger and opened her mouth to protest, then inhaled sharply and shut her mouth. “They’re teaching you too much at that college of yours.”

“Can I get to the point of my call now, Mom?”

“It’s not just to say hello to your beloved mother and keep her updated on your relationship with the Statue of Liberty?”

“No. In addition to that, Lady Liberty’s family, her mother especially, would like to meet you. So they wanted me to invite you here.”

Marnie Jo stared at the screen, blinking. “To Brobdig—”

“Long Island, Mom! They live on Long Island. It’s a really nice house, too, except for all the counters, cabinets, fixtures, and furniture being too high up.”

“Oh. Sounds lovely.”

“They told me to tell you they’d pay for your ticket.”

“No, that’s ridiculous.”

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and felt tension that he wasn’t even aware he’d been carrying release from his shoulders. “Right. Yeah, that’d be a lot. Jennifer and I have only been dating for a few months. You can meet them another time, like—”

“What? No! Ryan, I think it’s a great idea.”

“What?”

“You’re moving in with her and, and I quote, you love her like your Dad loved me. I know a whirlwind romance when I see one. So let’s do a whirlwind! Get this all out of the way all at once.”

Two Minutes Later

Jennifer, Rachel, Fiona, and Barbara looked up from their already way-too-intense board game as Ryan came to the threshold of the living room.

“She said yes.”

Barbara, despite her considerable size and being nearly 60, was up on her feet in an instant. She rushed at Ryan, cheering joyfully. Before he could figure out how to react, she had scooped him up in a tight hug and was spinning him around.

Ryan found himself lifted from the ground and buried, face-first, in Barbara’s cleavage. He was used to this, of course. The size and weight of Jennifer’s breasts was overwhelming. But where Jennifer’s breasts were firm, Barbara’s breasts were softer. They undulated against his face and ears differently. Because Barbara was a heavier woman, Ryan also found himself pressed against her belly. Plump women weren’t to his taste—Jennifer, for all her curves, was toned with a relatively flat stomach—but he found the sensation comforting. Pleasant. Enveloping. Sensual. Before Ryan realized it was happening, he started to get the slightest bit aroused. And for him, of course, “the slightest bit” was a lot.

Barbara stopped spinning with her back to the living room as Ryan’s erection did not so much poke as thud into her abdomen. She relaxed her grip on him and looked down at the 14” shorter man pinned against her cleavage.

He, as she eased her hug, looked up at her.

She raised her eyebrows.

He blushed a deep, deep crimson in response.

Barbara lowered him to the ground and mouthed, “We say nothing.”

Ryan nodded. He noticed that Barbara’s wrap dress had shifted, and was surprised at how much he had to struggle to resist the urge to steal a glance at the generous expanse of exposed breastflesh. Having his attention divided didn’t help things downstairs, either.

Barbara’s eyes flickered down to the enormous bulge in Ryan’s pants. It strained the fabric from crotch to nearly his left knee. Her eyes widened as it got even bigger from there. She bit her bottom lip and inclined her chin down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. She whispered, “Go.”

Ryan turned and fled as best he could.

Barbara turned back to the living room, adjusted her wrap dress over her bust in as dignified a way as she could affect, and walked slowly back to her seat, doing her best to block the view of Ryan’s retreat.

Jennifer sat up straight and craned her neck around to look for Ryan. “Where’d he go?”

“Oh, his mom was still on the video call. He just wanted to tell us the good news.”

Rachel snorted. “More likely you injured the poor little guy with that hug. Barbara picked up her tiles, cleared her throat, and studied the state of play. She patted Jennifer’s knee. “He’s a nice boy. I’m glad he’s your boyfriend.”

Jennifer smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

Fiona looked up in surprise. “Day one compliment about a boy? Are you feeling okay?”

Rachel muttered, “Apparently all it took was helping Mom meet her personal hero.” Her gaze darted to Barbara’s chest. “Jesus, Mommy, do you need a blanket? You’re going to put someone’s eye out with those.”

Three Hours Later

Ryan crept into Jennifer’s bedroom and quietly shut the door behind him. He smiled as her hands closed around his waist and he was lifted, up and up and up, the nearly nine feet to her face. He smiled as she turned him around and held him by his underarms. His knees dangled just in front of her enormous breasts. “It’s nice to see you in a place where you can stand up consistently.”

“Shh! You’re not supposed to be here, remember?” She brought him to her lips and kissed him, smiling as his hands explored her cheeks and jawline. “Quite the day, wasn’t it?”

“You’re not kidding.”

Jennifer gently lowered him to the ground and knelt down on all fours. “Can I ask you something?”

Ryan backed up to make room for her and braced for a question about his impression on her family as a whole, or, worse, what Rachel had said about Gavin. He realized he hadn’t seen her dad since. “Sure.”

“What really happened with my mom?”

“Um.”

Even in the dim room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through her Twilight Sparkle curtains, Jennifer could see Ryan look away sheepishly. “What is it?”

“When she hugged me like that, I…I got a little turned on.”

Jennifer covered her mouth and giggled.

“Shh!”

“How turned on?”

“Enough that she knew. I’ve never been so embarrassed.”

Jennifer curled her lips between her teeth and bit down to keep from laughing. She reached up and started to work his pajama pants and underwear down. “Don’t be.” She teased the tip of his penis with a fingertip. It immediately surged out from four inches long to nine. She clasped it with a huge hand and started to stroke as it grew, then put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I have conditioned you to enjoy being squeezed under big, soft boobs.”

“This isn’t helping me feel less embarrassed.”

She cooed softly. “Ohhh. Ryan. No shame here. Not with me.” She deftly swept his legs out from under him and laid him on the makeshift pile of cushions in the middle of the room that would serve as her bed for the time being. “Who knows? Maybe we’ve found something new to play with.”

“What do you—mmf!”

Jennifer stripped off her humongous, sturdy, beige sleeping bra and lowered her erect nipple—which was the length and width of Ryan’s thumb—directly onto his face. She let more than the usual weight of her P-cup breast flow down onto his body and smiled to herself as he initially writhed against it. She eased up a bit so that he could hear, leaned her head down, and whispered, “Is baby hungry?”

For a long second, Ryan could not breathe. The pressure on his face and chest was too great. He opened his mouth and Jennifer’s engorged nipple forced its way in. He grabbed the sides of her breast—one breast—with both arms, desperate to lift it off of himself. Then he heard her sultry whisper, and his cock surged fully erect so quickly that the tip slapped audibly against the underside of her breast. He felt his heart pounding in his chest; his skin felt like it was both vibrating and on fire. He sucked at her nipple with abandon, writhing and thrusting his hips involuntarily. He almost cried “no!” as her breast receded with a “pop!”

“Shh! We’re still experimenting.”

Ryan’s breathing was ragged. His penis throbbed. “You’re torturing me.”

Jennifer grinned. “A little. I promise it’ll pay dividends. So. Giantess kink: check.”

“Which we knew.”

“Mommy kink?”

Ryan blushed and remained silent.

“Check.”

Jennifer stood, straddling him, and dropped her pajama shorts on him. The garment covered his body from torso to shins. Then, she squatted down abruptly.

Ryan threw up his arms to shield his face and nearly yelped in fright as Jennifer’s gigantic ass plummeted towards his crotch.

She arched an eyebrow and picked up her shorts, daintily and playfully. Then her expression turned briefly serious. “You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Our safe word?”

“Pineapple.”

“Pineapple. Good. And no whispering that, even though we’re being stealthy, okay?”

“Got it.”

Jennifer nodded, stood, turned 180 degrees, and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered herself onto Ryan’s cock until it was buried hilt deep. Then she worked her hips back towards his hips and angled the floor her pelvis forward and her hips back. Her gigantic ass cheeks pressed back and down on his thighs and hips. Jennifer braced her hands behind her as she carefully let more and more of her weight bear down on Ryan.

From Ryan’s perspective, Jennifer’s ass billowed out from his legs to his hips. It pinned him to the ground with irresistible weight. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to—and she was still supporting the majority of her weight on her arms and shins! Ryan’s cock throbbed at the combination of sensations and the sheer assertion of her size and dominance. He sat up, grabbed onto her waist—or, at least, as much of her ass cheeks as he could hold—and pulled himself up against her.

Jennifer bit her bottom lip. The nearly 9’ tall woman started to rock, forwards and back, along his shaft. She allowed more distance on the back stroke each time, pressing more and more of her ass and allowing that much more of her bulk down onto him each time. At one point, she overshot slightly and heard him whimper. She was about to stop and check on him when his orgasm exploded inside of her. The sensation sent her over the edge, too. Jennifer carefully pulled herself off of him. She rolled over, laid down next to him, and gave him a gentle peck on the forehead, then lips. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Th…that was…educational.”

She grinned, then kissed him again and tilted her shoulder towards him so that her breast sloshed down lightly onto his stomach. “Should Mommy help you get cleaned and dressed?”

Ryan put his index finger to her nose. “I’m going to need you to be careful with that. It is potent.”

Jennifer giggled. “Duly noted.” She gave him another peck on the lips. “Now be quiet on your way back to your room. Daddy’d shoot you if he knew you were in here.”

Ryan laughed.

“No, seriously.”

Two Days Later

Ryan brushed Rachel’s dark red hair off of her left shoulder and started to work the knots in her trapezius. “Ooh. Wow. That’s a nasty one. I think you might need a new pillow.”

She practically melted back against the leather hassock on which he was sitting. “Ohhhhhhhhh. No. I just need this, forever.”

Barbara puttered by (as much as 6’8” woman can putter) and re-filled Ryan and Rachel’s coffee mugs. “That looks delightful. You really know how to get deep in there and hit the spot, don’t you, Ryan?”

“Uh, yes, Mrs. Ard.”

Fiona, who was sitting in one of the two oversized armchairs by the fire, put down the book she was reading to look pointedly at her mother. She stared at the fulsome woman as Barbara made her way to the other armchair and mouthed, “What is with you?”

Barbara shook her head back and mouthed “What?”

Fiona picked up her phone. She texted, “That is the third penis size innuendo I’ve heard you make to Ryan in two days”

Barbara’s phone chimed; she jumped in her seat and hastily put the phone on vibrate.

Fiona shot her mother an exasperated look. She and Barbara both glanced sidelong at Ryan and Rachel, who seemed none the wiser. Fiona nodded to Barbara to go ahead.

Barbara texted back, “I’ve done no such thing.”

Fiona responded with an arched eyebrow.

Barbara’s face and chest flushed; she smirked at Fiona conspiratorially as they continued their text exchange. “Promise you’ll keep a secret?”

“Of course”

“Remember when I hugged Ryan the other day?”

“And he had to be excavated from your cleavage? Yes”

“Be nice to your mother. Well, he got a little excited”

“omg”

“he is VERY gifted”

Fiona was in the process of typing out her response when the doorbell rang. She furrowed her brow and said out loud. “Are we expecting anyone?”

Barbara hopped up. “Maybe Daddy and Jenny finished up early with Jenny’s injection.”

“Why ring the bell, though?”

Barbara waved Fiona off as she headed for the front door.

Ryan heard her open the door, then a gasp, then a man’s deep voice say, “I just need to talk to Rachel.” He felt Rachel go rigid under his hands. He turned to Fiona, who was already on her feet. “Get her out. Call the police.” He turned around to see a man who had to be 7’ tall advancing down the hallway.

Gavin slowed at the sight of Ryan. He looked down at the tightly muscled, 5’6” man standing protectively in front of Rachel and Fiona, who were backing away. He chuckled. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Ryan. Rachel’s new boyfriend.”

Gavin scoffed. “You’re kidding me, right? She’s twice your size, kid.”

Ryan affected as nonchalant a laugh as he could manage as his heart thudded in his chest. “Ah, short jokes. Classic. From what she’s told me, I’m much taller than you where it counts.”

Rachel sucked in air sharply as Gavin fixed her with a furious glare. She whispered, “Shit.”

Gavin pointed at her. “You promised me. You bitch, you promised me!” He took a step towards her, and suddenly found that his right leg was no longer under his body. He shouted in anger and pain as his shoulder cracked into the wall.

Ryan let go of Gavin’s right ankle and backed up towards the front door. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle him.”

Rachel made for the rear of the house with Fiona. “Ryan, he’s—there’s no way—”

“Go.”

Gavin wheeled to face him. “You little fucker. I’m going to make you watch as I beat the shit out of her, then beat the shit out of you!” He rushed at Ryan, missed as Ryan dodged left, and wheeled around only to feel Ryan roll over his back towards the door. As he saw Ryan heading for the front porch, Gavin shouted in frustration and looked around for Rachel—a slower, easier target—only to find her gone.

“Come on, dicklet!”

That was apparently distraction enough. Gavin charged at Ryan again with impressive speed. He was a former college football player and, while he’d slowed down from his prime, still a formidable athlete.

Ryan realized he was one mistake away from serious injury or death. Sure, he could go for a hit to Gavin’s knees or head. But if he missed, or he didn’t hit hard enough to incapacitate, he would be in reach. And Gavin was so much bigger that there was nothing Ryan could realistically do to him. Ryan couldn’t just run, either—he had to keep close enough that Gavin didn’t go looking for Rachel. Ryan exited the house and dove to the right just as he got out onto the porch. He narrowly escaped Gavin’s grasp.

“Nimble little fucker, aren’t you?”

“Surprising, what with all this pipe I’m swinging.” Ryan hopped up onto the porch railing, pulled himself up onto its copper roof, and bounded over to where he judged the doorway to be.

Sure enough, Gavin poked his face out from under the porch just below Ryan.

Ryan jumped down onto, and off of, the 7’ man’s face. He was able to land safely, but just barely—Gavin had almost gotten him by the ankle.

Gavin grimaced and wiped blood away from his nose and upper lip. “Lot of effort for no real benefit.”

“Whatever, Thanos. You’re the one who wants to kick the shit out of me. And you haven’t laid a finger on me.”

Gavin stood up straight. “Huh. You know what? You’re right. You’re nothing. Rachel’s the only one I’m here for.”

Ryan looked around frantically for something, anything, to throw at Gavin as he turned for the house. He noticed the late model BMW SUV in the driveway. “Hey, is that your car?”

“Don’t you fucking dare—”

Ryan sprinted for the SUV, scrambled up onto the roof, and jumped down on the driver’s side rear view mirror with both feet and all his weight. It made a loud crack but did not break off, so he kept jumping. Ryan barely made it back up on the roof before Gavin—whose screams had become high-pitched and insensate—was able to get a hand on him. He dismounted onto the passenger side mirror, then jumped back up on the roof to evade Gavin as he rounded the hood. Ryan was glad to hear the sounds of approaching sirens. He was starting to get winded. He glanced over at the sound of approaching car tires to see not a police car, but a white extended height delivery van. His heart dropped. Then a hand closed on his right shin. He was pulled flat on his back and dragged across the SUV’s roof before Gavin’s other hand clamped down on the side of his neck.

Gavin slammed Ryan against the side of the SUV, screamed something akin to “fucking kill you!”, and balled up a massive fist. Then the 7’ man yelped in pain and dropped Ryan to the ground.

Jennifer yanked Gavin back by his right arm. The motion dislocated his shoulder and tore several muscles. “Leave him alone!” Then she saw his face. “Gavin.” Jennifer closed as much of her right hand as would fit on his throat and lifted him the full length of her arm from the ground. “I should kill you for hurting Rachel! For hurting Ryan!”

Gavin scratched and pulled at her hand desperately as his feet dangled nearly three feet in the air.

Jennifer threw him into the ground. As he gasped for air, she put the balls of her foot against his jaw and leaned her full weight into them.

Gavin was finally able to inhale. He shouted in pain; his body writhed uncontrollably.

“Look at me, Gavin. Look at me! Look at how weak and fragile you are! You’re already nothing to me. The next time you see me, I’ll be even bigger. So if I ever see you again, if you ever try to hurt my sister or my boyfriend again, I will humiliate you, and then I will kill you. Do you understand?” She released her foot. “Do you understand!?”

Gavin gasped in relief. He grabbed his jaw with his working arm and nodded. “Yes! Yes.” He looked over to where Mark was helping Ryan up. Your boyfriend?”

Jennifer was about to answer when a police cruiser (lights and siren off as part of their domestic violence response protocol) skidded to a stop next to her and Gavin.

The officers stepped out and surveyed the scene: An 8’10” woman standing over a prone, bloodied, and bruised 7’ tall man who was alternating between nursing his jaw and his obviously dislocated shoulder; a vandalized BMW SUV; an extended height delivery van, the rear doors of which were twisted off their hinges; a fairly average-looking, bemused, middle-aged man sizing up the damaged van; and a bevy of extremely (but not superhumanly) tall women, two red-haired and one gray-haired, who ranged from willowy to extremely curvaceous fussing over a shorter-than-average man who was sporting an extraordinarily large crotch bulge. The ranking officer closed her cruiser door and shouted, “Okay! The fuck is going on here?”

Mark walked up to the police and extended a hand. “Hi, officers. Mark Ard. Let me take one of you to my office. I’m sure our property’s surveillance videos will explain everything.” He pointed to Gavin. “The other of you should detain him. He’s in violation of a protection from abuse order that we had put in place to shield my daughter Rachel, effective just yesterday.”