Meet Cute-Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Two Days Later

Ryan flinched as a blast of warm air that felt like his name washed over him. He pulled his sheet up to shield his face and rolled towards the wall. The next blast of air sounded like a bemused, “No, sleepyhead!”

Jennifer bounced on her tiptoes as she peered into his second-story loft bedroom. They’d included it in the apartment so he would have a place to sleep when she got so large that she could crush him if she rolled over on him—a day that had long since passed. “Ryan! Wake up so I can tell you my news!” She froze as she accidentally bumped the bottom of his loft with her bust, shaking the loft’s floor.

“Awake! I’m awake!”

“Oh, Ryan, I’m sorry! My boobs—”

“Are amazing.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Hang on, let me just wake up.” He blinked and looked around. “What time is it?”

“Just after 8.”

“What time did Nancy and Ben go home?”

“Oh, not too late. They left when I found you asleep on your Orgo notes.”

“Sorry. I really need to do well on the final since I tanked the midterm.”

“You got an A-.” She held up a hand almost half as long as his body. “Before we have that argument again, can I tell you my news?”

Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, of course.”

“Or, no, let me show you. May I?” Jennifer laid her palm down over the loft’s railing.

Ryan climbed on and sat down in the middle. The experience was surreal. His weight was like nothing to her; she could have closed her fist around him and crushed him with barely any effort at any moment. Instead, she brought him up to her face—which was also half as long as his body—and kissed him gently with her warm, pillowy lips. He caressed her bottom lip with his fingertips, and smiled up at her as she moved him far enough back from her face that he could see her full expression. Ryan felt completely safe even though he was more than 20 feet above the ground and the fall would maim or kill him. “So. What do you want me to see?”

“An email!” Jennifer frowned a little. “Which sounds much less exciting when I say it that way. What’s the best way for you to read my computer? Sitting on what’s left of my lap, on my shoulder, or on my chest?”

“Your shoulder. But I’d still like to be in your cleavage if that’s okay.”

Jennifer grinned. “Always.” She curled her fingers around him gently, walked to the custom computer set-up (a large-screen tv and upsized keyboard attached to a normal computer) and sat down in front of it. Her chair had been delivered by the pharmaceutical company on a flatbed truck. It was somewhat too big for Jennifer—they were apparently planning ahead. Once she was settled, Jennifer carefully nestled Ryan in between her now U-cup breasts. They filled almost her entire lap and spilled over her thighs. Jennifer chuckled as she felt his erection rise against her breasts. “Oooh. We can address that next.”

“I’d like that!” Ryan rested his forearms on the tops of Jennifer’s breasts. His feet dangled into her cleavage. They did not reach her thighs. “What’s this email?”

Jennifer pulled it up. “Here! The Dean of Students says that all of my professors have offered to have my classes outside this week so I can attend!”

“That’s amazing!”

“And I get to attend Quad Bash! Isn’t that fantastic?”

“That’s great! Jennifer, I’m so happy for you! I know we were going to do our own thing here with the livestream, but this is so much better.”

Jennifer nodded vigorously, smiled, and wiped away a joyful tear. She scrolled down a bit. “I mean, there are some rules I have to follow, which makes sense. I have to use particular entrance and exit routes, avoid certain internal paths when moving from class to class, and stay within a cordoned-off area for Quad Bash. I also have to follow a dress code.” She snorted. “‘Loose-fitting.’ They haven’t seen my boobs in a while. And close-toed shoes? Oh, yeah, to avoid surreptitious feet pics. Makes sense.”

“That’s a thing?”

She looked down at the tiny man in her cleavage in surprise. “Have I never mentioned this to you? I get thousands of email requests a day, to say nothing of the social media DMs. I had to work with University IT to set up a special spam filter and everything.”

“Huh. Wow. No idea.”

“Yeah, it’s intense.” Jennifer narrowed her eyes at the screen. “Wait, there’s a postscript here that I didn’t see before.” She scrolled down. “Please tell Mr. Banton that not only was his presentation in support of these requests passionate and well-reasoned, but that his supporting evidence afforded me every bit of the satisfaction for which I have long hoped in overcoming the objections of our esteemed fire marshal. He clearly cares for you very much.” Jennifer leaned back in her chair and put her hands on her knees. “You did all this?”

Ryan, who was pinned between her breasts facing forward, tried to turn around to face her. He was grateful when she extricated him and sat him in her cupped palms, although he felt a bit ridiculous looking up at his 27’ girlfriend’s face past his raging erection. “I didn’t want to tell you in case it didn’t happen.”

“And if the Dean hadn’t told me it was you, would you have?”

Ryan shook his head. “People who are going through difficult times deserve to have good things happen to them for no reason and without cause.”

Big tears rolled down Jennifer’s face. “You—you have no idea how much this means to me, Ryan.”

“I’m just glad you’re happy.”

Jennifer brought him up to her face and gave him a very big, very wet, salty kiss. Then she gave him a light peck on the tip of his massive cock. “Well. Like they say. One good turn deserves an orgasm. What would you like?”

“Um.” Ryan blushed. “It’s, um—I’ve been thinking about asking for something, but it’s a little embarrassing.”

Jennifer shook her head. “You know there’s no judgment here.”

“Okay. If you don’t want to, it’s—”

“Ryan.”

“Hoo. Well, then. Let me lay it out for you.”

Nine and a Half Minutes Later

Ryan lay flat on his back on Jennifer’s bed, naked. He was trembling with a mixture of excitement, arousal, and fear.

“Ready?”

“I think so.”

“I’m going to go VERY slowly. According to the scale this morning, I weigh six tons.” She giggled as his cock throbbed. “I love that I can always rely on you to make me feel sexy.”

“You are sexy!”

“Thank you. You’ll tell me if I need to stop?”

“Of course.”

“And you know that I don’t actually mean any of the things I’m going to say, right? It’s just role play?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I love and respect you with all my heart and your penis is, objectively, enormous.”

Ryan laughed. Here he was, naked and spread-eagled on a mattress more than five times his size, looking up at a naked, nearly 30’-tall woman who apparently had more than 17,800 pounds on him, and SHE looked like she needed reassurance. “I know, Jenn.”

“Okay. Well, then…” She turned, braced her arms behind her, and lowered her buttocks towards him. “Fuck my ass with that pathetic little dick of yours.” Jennifer held her breath as she brought her ass down by what felt to her like inch by inch.

From Ryan’s perspective, Jennifer’s ass cheeks quickly became his entire perspective. He knew they were large. But now that they were above him, and coming straight down at him, they seemed to be the size of small cars. He put his arms up involuntarily and his fingers sank into her taut flesh. “Oh…J-Jesus!”

“Mmmm. You feel so tiny under my huge ass! Where is that little cock? I thought I’d at least feel it poking me by now.” Jennifer lowered her buttocks slightly and began to sway it around, as if hunting trying to line up her anus with Ryan’s penis.

At one point, as Jennifer shifted her pelvis forward, Ryan was able to see straight up her back. It was like looking up a 14’-high, sheer, pale cliff face. He felt insignificant compared to her. Then her ass cheeks swung back over his face, and she lined up her crack over him.

“Hmm. Just out of curiosity, do you fit completely between my butt cheeks? Remember, two taps and I’m off.” Jennifer slowly lowered herself.

Ryan gasped in near-panic as her buttocks sank into the bed on either side of his body and he found himself wedged between them. By sheer chance, his cock found Jennifer’s anus—and slid in easily.

Jennifer laughed in delight. Then she remembered her role. “Oh. It’s so small! I thought you’d at least fill up that hole a little more.” She flexed her buttocks and wiggled her hips.

The teasing and combination of sensations were too much for Ryan. He came hard and suddenly, thrusting his hips up against the immovable weight of Jennifer’s body.

Jennifer continued to play her part. She clicked her tongue. “Awww. How unsatisfying for me.” She pulled off of Ryan, stood, and turned to straddle him. Jennifer put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to peer down at him. “Well. Your cock may not be enough to satisfy me, but you should do just fine.”

Ryan looked up from flat on his back, up along her 13’ legs, past hips that would fill his dorm room, up between swaying breasts that, by themselves, probably accounted for one of Jennifer’s six tons. He began to feel a bit of vertigo at just how huge she was in so many ways. “Y-yes, god, yes!”

Jennifer reached down. She grabbed him in one hand and brought him up to face level (seemingly) without her usual care. Then she laid down on her back, spread her legs, and, just as he had asked, inserted him into her vagina feet-first and began to use him like a dildo. The new sensations, plus the knowledge that she was making him happy and that she was big enough to thrust a fully-grown human being into her vagina, quickly brought her to orgasm. Once she recovered from her climax, Jennifer laid Ryan on top of her left nipple. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. More than. That was incredible!”

“And did I play my role alright?”

“It was perfect. Did you enjoy it?”

Jennifer shrugged and grimaced slightly. “You felt amazing. But I didn’t like being mean to you. I’d happily do all the other parts again.” Jennifer smiled. “I especially wouldn’t mind doing the body insertion again, if you’re open to it.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Ryan sighed contentedly. “Thank you, Jenn. That was fantastic.”

“You’re welcome.” She patted him against her breast. “We should probably go get cleaned up. Especially you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Good point. Could you, uh…” Ryan gestured towards the ground.

“Sure.” Jennifer went to grab him, then hesitated. “Before I do, can I ask one thing?”

“Of course.”

“This, um, fantasy today. Are you worried? About being too small for me?”

Ryan pushed himself up on her breast and sat up cross-legged. He thought for a moment, the shook his head. “I know you love me exactly as I am. And I can tell that you’re honest when you say you have good orgasms.”

“So good. Nobody gives oral to giant women like you do, Ryan.” She smiled at him, lips closed. “I just want you to know, that, if you wanted to take another pill, I saved one of my old ones. From before my growth kicked into high gear and they had to adjust my dosage.”

“Oh.”

“And I did the math. I seem to do a lot of height- and length-related math nowadays. I’m pretty sure I’m big enough now that if you took it, I could fit you. And even if not, it wouldn’t be long before I could.”

Ryan inhaled deeply, then grunted quietly.

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. “I know that grunt. That’s your pensive grunt. What is it?”

“You should talk to Fiona.”

Forty-Five Minutes Later

Ryan walked out of the shower and into the enormous room that served as their shared living room/Jennifer’s workspace. He waved to Fiona just as Jennifer signed off from the video call. He walked up to Jennifer’s leg and patted her calf. “Hey. How’re you doing? I imagine that wasn’t the easiest conversation.”

“Ugh, I’m fine. Fee was right not to tell me then. She was also right to ask you that she be the one to tell me now. And, as much as I would love to see you sporting a fifteen-foot-long cock—”

“—wait, really?”

“—we’re going to hold off on that till it’s a liiiiiiitle less than half the length of my body.”

“Good call.”

“I agree. So Fee and I discussed other contingencies.”

“Like what?”

Jennifer gave him a playful smirk and hopped down from her oversized-for-now chair. The floor shook. “I’m hungry. Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, you can’t do this!” Ryan jogged after her. “Your family’s contingencies are never not cause for concern!”

Six Days Later

At the same time that an exhausted, exhilarated, and 28’ tall Jennifer was getting home with Ryan from Quad Bash, Rachel and Fiona were just leaving Fiona’s apartment for a night on the town.

Rachel now stood 8’5”. She was dressed in a low-cut green dress that hugged her L-cup breasts and clung to her still-slender hips. She had her long, straight red hair tied up in an elaborate Celtic knot that would have impressed anyone who could have seen it, which was roughly no one, because she stood 8’5”.

Fiona, who had gone a little overboard with “catching up,” now stood 8’9”. Her bright, curly red hair fell in a mass around her shoulders. She was wearing a black dress because black is slimming and her breasts were simply massive. They were now so large that each was, at its fullest point, wider than her body from shoulder to shoulder. She had to go through doors in a particular way: Push one boob in, duck her head under, get her legs and hips through, and pull her other boob past. She had gotten practiced enough at this routine that it almost looked natural.

Rachel ducked under the lobby doors and stepped outside onto the sidewalk. She smiled and gave a little finger wave to the man who walked smack into a pole as he stared up at her. “Which way to the bar? Or are we going to do a rideshare?”

“Oh, it’s an easy walk. Plus, I don’t fit in rideshare cars. Or any cars. Wait, do you?”

“I mean, vans, sort of.”

Fiona looked again at Rachel’s outfit and hair, then her own. She smoothed out her dress at her hips and sucked in air through her teeth, making a hissing noise. “Are my heels too much? They’re too much. He’s going to think I’m too tall and my butt’s too big.”

“Fee, if he thinks you’re too tall, the heels aren’t the problem, he is. Your butt looks amazing.” She started walking next to Fiona towards the bar. “Also, and not to be blunt, no one is going to be looking at your butt. Even from the back.”

“Yeah, fair.” Fiona stopped. “Ugh! Why am I so nervous?”

Rachel squeezed Fiona’s shoulders. “You wanted your last relationship to work out and it didn’t. The reasons it ended were our of your control despite your best efforts. You’ve been mourning that loss for over a year.”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re out of practice. You just need to get back on the horse.”

Fiona arched an eyebrow.

“It’s a big horse. A Clydesdale, okay? Stop silently critiquing my idioms, Fee.”

Even though Fiona’s neighborhood bar had gotten used to the fact of her increasing stature, its patrons were used to (1) her stature increasing somewhat more slowly and (2) the achingly beautiful woman underplaying her looks. So when Fiona entered the bar (right breast first; then head and shoulders; then right leg, hips, and left leg; then left breast; then pivot to original direction of travel) standing 8’9” tall and dressed to capitalize on her beauty, all conversation in the bar stopped and everyone stared at her. She looked around the room at the stunned faces of her fellow regulars and waved. “Uh. Hey, guys.”

Rachel ducked through the doorway, stepped up next to Fiona, and put her hands on her hips. She muttered to Fiona, “This place is much quieter than I’d expect from the decór.”

From the back of the room, someone could be heard to say, “Jesus, there’s two of them,” followed by “I counted four,” and soon conversation had returned to normal.

Fiona and Rachel made their way to a standing table to the side of the bar where they wouldn’t take up quite as much room—or, more precisely, where their taking up room wouldn’t disrupt as many people. One of the bartenders came by shortly thereafter. “Hey, FiFi.”

“Hi, Susan! How’s Greg?”

“Eh, kid’s still a fuckup, but he got that plumbing apprenticeship. Proud of ‘im." She inclined her chin, way up, at Rachel. "This your sister?”

“Yes, this is Rachel. How’d you guess?”

The waitress managed to give Fiona a side-eye despite the three-and-a-half foot height difference between them. “Same hair color. What’ll it be?”

“Two waters, a whiskey neat for me, and a…”

“Chardonnay.” Rachel and the waitress said in unison.

Rachel half laughed, half scoffed in disbelief down at the much smaller woman.

The waitress shrugged. “I could tell from your earrings. Be right back.”

Rachel leaned down on the mid-thigh-height table. “Oh, god. Fee. Am I basic?”

Fiona laughed. “No! She’s just giving you a hard time. I’ve told Susan all about you.”

“Including what I drink?”

“Well, the first time I was in here, she asked what the blood of Englishmen tastes like, you know—”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘fe fi fo fum’—”

“—and I told her we giants drink chardonnay like everyone else.”

From behind Fiona’s right breast, a man cleared his throat.

Fiona went to turn, and the man apologized and stepped to his left to give her what he thought was a respectful amount of space to move. That, unfortunately, only had the effect of keeping him in Fiona’s ample blind spot. She turned right to see him. “Sorry, I—“

He stepped to his right and ended up in her other blind spot. “My mistake. Here, let me—”

Fiona turned back the other way. “Wait, I still can’t—”

“Oh, no, whoops, I didn’t mean to—”

Fiona stood up, straight and still, and huffed. “Wait. Stop. Given that the mountain coming to Muhammad has only ever worked the once, I’m going to stay right here. You maneuver around me until I can see you. Sound good?” She glanced to her left to see Rachel covering her mouth, shoulders quaking in silent laughter.

“Yes.”

Fiona looked down along the canyon of her breasts to see her 5’9” crush step into frame (as it were), accompanied by another man who looked to be 5’0”—if that. She immediately blushed. “Oh. Oh, I am so sorry for snapping at you just now. Um—”

“No, no, it was my fault. I—” he stopped as his friend less-than-subtly backhanded his bicep. “I’m Harry.”

“Fiona.” She extended a hand.

He shook it. “Oh, like…uh.”

“Yeah. The ogress in Shrek.”

“I was going to say princess. With the red hair and all.”

Rachel nodded approvingly. “Good recovery. Harry, I’m Rachel. Who’s your cute friend?”

The man answered in a faded brogue while maintaining eye contact with Fiona. “Oh, I’m Mike. And, listen, I don’t have patience for the usual wingperson tactics. Fiona, Harry here has been pining over you without making a move and I’m tired of it. Judging from your repeated, fleeting eye contact with him over the last few weeks and your attire tonight, you’re not only interested in him, you’ve made a decision to act on that interest. Am I right?”

Fiona blinked a few times. “Y-yes?”

Mike patted Harry on the small of his back. “Have fun. Nice to meet you, Fiona.”

“And you, Mike.”

“And it was…” Mike finally looked up at Rachel. “It was….” His eyes grew watery with tears. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes upon, and what do I do but let the bitterness of my life drive me to unaccountable rudeness?”

Rachel turned her shocked gaze from Mike, to Harry, to Fiona, and back to Mike. “Would you…like a…do-over?”

Two Hours Later

Rachel looked out over the city skyline from her perch on the stone wall at the top of the hill in the city park. She handed Mike the brown paper bag covering the fifth of whiskey. They made quite the silhouette sitting together: The 8’5” woman and 5’0” man. “It sounds like it was hard, growing up so short as a man.”

“I like to tell myself no, but it’s a lie. Even when I play into the leprechaun jokes, they take their toll. But, what’s the use in lamenting it? It’s the hand I’ve been dealt and it’s mine to play. And I’ve not done bad.” He took a drink. “How about for you? It must be a struggle, being this tall as a lass.”

“Oh, it’s been okay. I wasn’t always this tall. I mean, I was still extremely tall—6’6”—but I had the benefit of being what people call ‘conventionally attractive’.”

“That barely scratches the surface of your beauty.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and giggled a little at how unexpectedly much his compliment touched her. “I also had the good luck, if you could call it that, of consistently finding men my height or taller to date. It at least felt like that insulated me from ridicule about my size.”

“But it actually didn’t?”

“No, it…it did. It just didn’t insulate me from, I guess, internalized patriarchy. I’ve only had two real relationships. Both with men who abused me emotionally. The most recent guy—the seven footer—was starting to abuse me physically. He dove headfirst into real violence when I got a protection from abuse order against him.” She leaned back on her hands and looked up at the stars.

“I’m sorry you’ve been through that.”

“Thank you.”

After a minute of silence, Mike asked, “So you’ve never been with a man shorter than you?”

“Not quite. Since breaking up with Gavin and starting the treatment, I’ve had plenty of sex and every man on the planet is shorter than me. But if you’re asking about meaningful relationships, no.”

“Would you try one?”

Rachel lauged. “What, a meaningful relationship, just like that? You’re a believer in love at first sight, Mike?”

“I wasn’t before two hours ago.”

Rachel was about to laugh, then stopped and looked down at him. She shifted to her left to turn towards him. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Mike, you hardly know—”

“What’s more to know? You’re kind. You’re funny and quick-witted, which means you’re smart, too. And you put your life and quality of life on the line for your family. You’re gorgeous to boot. The discoveries that come about a person when they’re all of these things are more detail about how they’re even more wonderful. And maybe that they snore.”

“Okay. Well, then, what do you have to offer me?”

“One, I can reach low cabinets for you.”

Rachel laughed heartily.

“Two, even though you’re nearly twice my size, and blessed as you are up front, and dressed as you are to emphasize your front, I can still tell you that the knot in your hair is the Triquetra and that you tied it there not just because a half up-do makes your hair frame your face just so, but because you wanted to make a declaration of your love for, and commitment to, Fiona.”

Before she knew what had come over her, Rachel had Mike on his feet and was kissing him deeply. She turned to straddle the wall while he stood on it; his body nestled in between her breasts. When they broke the kiss, she caressed his chest and looked up the three inches from her eyes to his. “This is crazy.”

“So’s everything else.”

“Mike, the study I’m in for my sister—I’m going to keep growing for I don’t know how long.”

“Then I can be shorter than you by we don’t know how much.”

“Mike—”

“Rachel, life has never given me a chance like this. You are…” His eyes played over her face. “If I couldn’t stand to see Harry dither, I’m certainly not going to let myself do it.”

“I don’t know. I’m…I’ve just come out of two bad relationships. I’m brand new in therapy. I’ve been fucking any boy that shows an interest in me for catharsis’s sake. You seem…Mike, you seem like a good man. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll risk that hurt to avoid the lifelong ache of having lost this chance.” He took her face in her hands. “You may hurt me, Rachel, and I can’t promise I’ll never hurt you. But I can promise that I’ll never do it in bad faith.”

Rachel found herself kissing Mike again, deeply, desperately. She eventually realized that she was standing up and had lifted the poor man clear off his feet. She started to put him down. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m so—”

His arms tightened slightly around the back of her neck. “I’m happy to be in your arms for as long as you want.”

Rachel kissed him again as her heart raced. She laughed. “Oh, Fiona’s going to think I’ve gone crazy! How do you think she and Harry are doing?”

One Hour and Twenty-Seven Minutes -Earlier-

Fiona sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. She was stark naked on her bed; her massive breasts lolled in front of her. “Listen, I’m not trying to kink-shame here. I’m just—jumping straight to the ‘mommy’ stuff out of the gate was a bit much.”

Harry sat on what little of her bed was left to him by her huge body. He had his face in his hands. “I know, I know. I just figured, with the…”

“Gigantic knockers.”

“Yeah. That you’d heard it all before and would be used to it.”

“Oh, I mean, believe me, I have. Just, you know, not during an initial hook-up. Or first date. Or second.”

“Third?”

“Still no.”

Harry sighed heavily and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I got overeager.” He looked over at the mountain of breastflesh he’d failed to conquer, “Do you want to, I don’t know, do something more vanilla?”

Fiona scrunched up her face. “I’m sorry, Harry. I think it’s best if I call you a rideshare.”

“Oh, no, I can do that for myself.” He stood and pulled on his pants, then dug in his pocket for his phone. He paused. “Um, I hate to ask, but what are you going to tell people at the bar? I…I kind of like that place.”

Fiona’s annoyance softened at the look of true worry on his face. “Here’s what we’ll do. And you can’t breathe a word to anyone, okay? That’s the only way this works.”

“Okay?”

“I won’t give any details. But I’ll imply to anyone who asks that you were too big for me.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “You’d do that for me?”

Fiona nodded.

“But, wait, no. Thank you, but no. Nobody would ever believe that my cock is even on par with you, let alone that big.” He finished getting dressed, then plugged his rideshare order into his phone. When he looked back at Fiona, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks and her lower lip quivering. “Oh, hey, hey. Are you—”

“You should just go.”