I've Moved On (Patreon)

Dan hadn’t seen Carmen in over two years. Ever since she crossed 7’6, the friction between them had become untenable. It wasn’t just that Carmen needed to move out of his apartment into special accommodations that had 12’0 ceilings and extra-large appliances. It also wasn’t that Carmen was especially distracted or troubled by her condition. Much to the surprise of her doctors (but not so much to her friends and family), she was taking everything in stride, with her typical nonchalant grace and humor. Instead of sulking or turning inward, she had started having some fun with her new size, striding around with extra-high heels, making a point to go out to restaurants, and otherwise doing the exact opposite of socially withdrawing. As her boyfriend, Dan had just been along for the ride, but after a few months, he couldn’t take it anymore.It wasn’t even that the sex between them had petered out to nothing. Carmen had wanted to try new things, but, much to Dan’s embarrassment and frustration, he hadn’t been able to maintain an erection. Put simply, having such a gigantic girlfriend had decimated his confidence. At 5’6, he had always been a bit insecure about his height, but he thought he had put those demons to rest. When he had started dating the 5’8 Carmen (who was also two years younger), she was so bubbly and full of life that he had forgotten to feel insecure around her. She just had this bright, natural energy – a kind of fun, girlish flippancy – that had truly set him at ease. Even before she had started growing, Carmen had occasionally worn heels when they went out to restaurants (“Aw c’mon, who cares what they think!?” she had giggled when he had expressed reservations), and Dan had been so taken with her gorgeous face and buoyant vigor that he had really started to feel insulated from all the stares and whispers. In the process of being unapologetically herself, Carmen really was helping Dan to build up his confidence as well.But that confidence had taken a serious tumble when Carmen kept growing. She had just turned 20 when they started dating, and, for the first couple months, everything seemed normal, or, at least, about as normal as it could be, with a 5’6 male senior dating a 5’8 female sophomore. But 5’8 soon became 5’9…and 5’11…and 6’2…and still, Carmen showed no signs of slowing down. The doctors suspected a pituitary issue, but all their tests were proving inconclusive, so there didn’t seem to be anything they could do to slow her growth down. What had started as a 1-inch increase every week quickly morphed into something even more outlandish – within the first month of the onset of her growth spurt, Carmen was 6’2, and by the end of the second month she was 6’11.Dan was actually the one who had decided to break up. It was one thing for the physical rift between them to be so enormous…and getting wider by the day. Once Carmen hit 7’0 and kept growing, Dan couldn’t help but feel like his girlfriend was morphing into a completely different species. She positively towered over him, yes, but it was more than just that. Everything about her body was just…gigantic compared to his. She moved through space in a totally different way. Every movement she made, however small, had an effect on something else. It was impossible for her to just “blend in” to an environment. Simply by existing in a room, Carmen utterly changed the complexion of everything. She couldn’t help it. She was just too tall, too huge, too overpowering a presence.She was cognizant of how overwhelmed Dan felt, but there wasn’t really anything she could do to assuage his worries. Standing next to her, his eyes were even with the middle of her stomach; her thighs were thicker than his waist; her hands absolutely swallowed his up; she ate about six times as much food as he did; she was so clearly stronger than him that, one time, just for laughs, she had “leg wrestled” his leg with her arm…and won; even her voice, which was still as genial and cheery as ever, had taken on a deeper timbre, so that, when she spoke, even at a normal, conversational volume, it seemed to shake the room.In every sense, Carmen made Dan feel absolutely tiny. The physical rift developed into an emotional rift, one that ultimately sank their relationship as they drifted apart from each other. Despite Carmen’s attempts to put Dan at ease, and to be sensitive to the rekindling of his old insecurities, nothing worked. The bigger she got, the more estranged and alienated he felt. He hadn’t signed up for any of this – he just wanted a normal relationship, and did not feel like he had the tools necessary to navigate the dizzying perplexities of a 7’6 girlfriend…who was still growing. Carmen had understood, and when Dan finally broke the news to her that he was going to break up with her, she didn’t even start crying. She felt desperately sad, knowing that she was losing such a good guy. But she didn’t hold it against Dan, and even admired the gentle but firm way he had told her that he couldn’t keep dating her. In a way, a part of her was relieved that they were breaking up. She knew that he had been unhappy for months, and even though she could handle the size difference between them, she also knew that it was perfectly reasonable for Dan NOT to be able to handle it.And so Carmen had bent down, all 7’10 of her (in her 4-inch heels), and engulfed Dan in one final hug, with them sharing a sad but tender kiss, and…well…that was that. He went back to his apartment, and Carmen moved into her new condo with the 12’0 ceilings. Dan knew that Carmen was especially sad about the breakup, so he decided that it would be best not to check in on her, so as to give her a chance to move on from him, and to not still have that emotional dependence. He had mentioned this during their last conversation, and Carmen had agreed that the “no contact” idea was probably a good one. Their parting was sad, yes, but they both felt like they had handled it well, just about as well as they could have, considering the circumstances.Two years passed. Dan graduated a few months after the breakup and moved to a new city, where he had secured a job. Out of respect for their “no contact” agreement, he had unfriended Carmen from his social media accounts, so he wasn’t seeing regular updates on her life. Sometimes he was curious about how she was doing, but his confidence had been so badly shaken by their past relationship that he had systematically avoided even looking her up. The way he had felt around her – how she totally dwarfed him, made him feel miniscule, made him question every aspect of himself as a man – it had all deeply disturbed Dan, more so than he even realized when he was in the thick of dealing with it. It was like he had been physically and emotionally paralyzed around her, like his body and mind had been stuck in a kind of perpetual “fight or flight” response, and he didn’t like it.Occasionally, in odd moments of sudden recollection, he would remember how gigantic her hand had looked holding a normal-sized fork, or how bizarre it was to stand in front of her, staring into the fleshy part of her middle stomach, as the playful sound of her laughter reverberated in his ears…or even how, that one time, she had been kneeling naked on his bed, the mattress sagging under her weight, shaking her huge ass cheeks back and forth at him as he stood before her, his cock soft.“C’mon, c’monnnn”’ she had pleaded with him, the playfulness in her voice belying her obvious frustration, “Put it innnnn!”During such recollections, Dan would get hard just thinking about these images. He didn’t get it – if he was so turned-on by these memories now, why hadn’t he been able to get hard then? Had it been that “fight or flight” paralysis? Was it just that his cock hadn’t had a clue what to do? Dan didn’t really know, but whenever these memories would bubble up in his brain, he would actively work to suppress them. It felt important, for the sake of his current, tranquil life, to resist the temptation to look Carmen up and see how she was doing, and, implicitly, to see whether she had stopped growing or not. He had left her behind for a reason, and, even though he didn’t currently have a significant other in his new professional life, that didn’t mean he wanted to live in the past.He had come across her picture purely by accident. Scrolling down his feed, Dan’s heart registered it before his brain did – it had started thumping away like mad before he even realized what he had just scrolled past. It had been a flash of something…a spark of recognition somewhere deep within him. He slowly scrolled back up, to a picture of a woman standing next to a basketball hoop, grinning as she leaned her chin down on the rim. Her rich crimson dress showed off her full, shapely limbs, which looked strong and thick…uncommonly powerful. ‘Of course,’ thought Dan, as he admired the woman’s body, ‘That’s not an NBA-size hoop…this is just some kind of joke picture that…that…’His eyes had gone up to study the woman’s expression closer. There was no mistaking THAT face. It was Carmen, looking sexier and more confident than ever. Dan jerked his eyes over to the caption, which simply read: “I’d play in the NBA, but it’d get real boring…REAL quick! Finally hit 11’0 this morning 🤪”Dan sat there gaping for well over a minute. His brain suddenly kicked into overdrive, and registered a number of things all at once. He saw that her post, even though it had only been up for 3 hours, already had 840.2k likes and 208k comments. He saw that her username was “@carmencloudbound.” With his shaking hand hovering his cursor over that username, he saw that her account had 873 posts, and 412.8 million followers.So many things were happening inside Dan’s body that he was literally left gasping for air. His heart was pounding; his face was bright red; his whole body was trembling; and, of course, his cock was harder than it had ever been in his entire life. For the next three hours, he scrolled through every one of Carmen’s posts, which all documented, in her trademark humorous and sexy style, her progression from 7’6 (when she made the account…surely not an accident…right after they broke up) to her current height of 11’0.One early post was of Carmen when she was “only” 8’2. She was crouched low in a doorway, completely filling up the space in between the frames. “I remember when I only had to DUCK,” the caption read, “Now, I literally have to FOLD 😂”Another post, when Carmen was 9’11, showed her pressing up on the ceiling, bending her elbows and hunching over as she smirked at the camera. “My place is getting too small for me,” read the caption, “I think I need to start taking the roof off. 12’0 ceilings btw 📈”Yet another post showed Carmen giggling as she held up her tennis shoe up against a young man’s body. It was ridiculous – the heel started at his waist, and the toe was right at his neck. “Size check! 🤣” laughed Carmen in her caption, “Shoes bigger than his ambitions…and he’s 5’10 guys!”Dan quickly became lost in the dizzying array of posts. He was stroking himself, hardly even realizing what he was doing. The images and captions hit him in repeated barrages until he was completely exhausted:“I’ve officially reached 'renovation required' status.”“I’m sorry…did I just step on your ego? 😏”“Omgggg the bigger I get, the more adorable everything else becomes! Look at this phone in my hand! Regular-sized…like how am I even supposed to USE this thing!?”“Current mood: Looking for a tailor who specializes in ‘Skyline Chic.’”“Pretty sure the floorboards are starting to take it personally.”“Ya’ll it’s insane – I just took five steps and crossed the entire room. My stride is longer than most people are tall now. Seriously breaks my brain a little sometimes, lol 😅”“Tried to squeeze into a booth at a restaurant. Long story short, I’m now wearing the booth as a belt. Anyone got a saw? 🙄”“If you hear a low rumble, don't worry, it’s not an earthquake – it’s just me trying to find my slippers 🥰”“Standard ceilings are just suggestions at this point.”“I need a ladder for hugs. Any volunteers? 🪜”“I swear, guys…I’m growing so fast now that every time I blink, I’m closer to the clouds 😱😶‍🌫️”Dan didn’t even know why he was getting off so hard to Carmen’s posts. He wasn’t in any state of mind to analyze what he was doing. All he knew was that his ex-girlfriend was now 11’0, that she was still apparently the bright and bubbly personality she had always been, and that she had become one of the richest, most famous, most powerful celebrities on the planet. Some people would have shied away from the publicity after having been diagnosed with such an illness. Not Carmen. She had used it as a springboard into the limelight, which she obviously occupied with the ease and poise and humor of someone who seemed destined for it.How could he have gone two whole years without knowing about all that Carmen had gotten up to!? How had he missed all of this?? Had he really been that absorbed in his work? He checked again…412.8 million followers…and, upon reloading the page, that number had already changed to 413.1. These were…like…mega-star numbers. The kinds of numbers where Carmen clearly made millions of dollars a post, to say nothing of her “exclusive” site, which she advertised as “What’s not allowed on THIS page 😉” Dan couldn’t even bring himself to click on it. He had already cum a few times in three hours, and was totally exhausted. What would his co-workers say, when they found out that he was actually the ex-boyfriend of “@carmencloudbound?” Surely, with those kinds of numbers, at least a few of them knew about her.Hours later, after going for a walk, he came back inside and lost himself a couple more times to a pov picture of Carmen staring down at the waist-high camera with her hands on her hips, an imperious smirk on her face, with a caption that simply read “Superior Angle,”...and to a particularly sexy free short video of Carmen armwrestling four men at once, and easily beating them with a smile on her face. Afterward, as he sat there blankly in his chair, Dan finally began to turn some things over in his mind. Everything was all confused and muddled; nothing was clear. Was he happy for her? Jealous of her? Regretful that he had broken up with her? Embarrassed that she had become a rock star without him even knowing? Humiliated that she had become so wildly successful and that he was just…a normal guy? Aroused by her unbelievable size…and by her success?To some extent, Dan was feeling a combination of all these. He didn’t know what to do. For several days afterward, he spent all his free time looking over her social media, sinking deeper and deeper into a kind of aroused, humiliated, reverent awe at how dynamic and powerful she had become. But he realized, after about a week or so, that he couldn’t just keep living in this limbo. As insane as it sounded, he HAD to get back in touch with her. He didn’t know to what end this attempted communication would lead him, but…he just had to try. And so, with a quickly beating heart, he texted her a quick message, hoping that she still had the same phone number:“Heyyy so I just stumbled across your page – wowwww, congrats on everything! I know it’s been a while but just wanted to see how you were doing <3”Dan quickly sent the message before he lost his nerve, and was shocked when, not even a minute later, Carmen texted him back:“Dannnnn omgggggg!! 🤯It’s youuu!!! 😍😍😍 Wtf is UP!? And thanks lol, yeah I’ve kinda gotten…uh…BIG 😄 Tell me what’s been goin on!”They had texted back and forth for a few minutes, until, again to Dan’s shock, Carmen invited him to come see her that weekend. As she lived only a few hours away, Dan eagerly accepted. A couple days later, as he drove on the highway, Dan tried to control himself. He wasn’t visiting to see if he could somehow “get her back.” But, in the back of his mind, a little voice was reminding him that he DID actually date her at one point, and that maybe, just maybe…there was still an opening there.Actually arriving at Carmen’s place didn’t make anything easier. To begin with, even though she was only 22 now, she lived in an enormous mansion, built specifically for someone her size…and actually, for someone even bigger, considering that she was still growing. Pulling up to the “guest parking,” Dan looked up at the mansion turrets, absolutely stunned. Her place was literally the size of a castle…a HUGE castle. Valets took care of his car. There were closed-circuit cameras everywhere. Security guards were conspicuously stationed. The landscape was professionally manicured and looked incredible.But all of these details suddenly melted away in the wake of Carmen when she threw open the gigantic oaken front doors and bounded up to him, a huge grin on her face. Dan had been trying to mentally prepare himself to handle seeing her in person, but nothing…nothing in the world, could have prepared him for this. She was absolutely, monstrously gigantic. As usual, she was wearing a gorgeous crimson dress that went down to her mid-thigh, almost directly at Dan’s eye-level. She was wearing heels…tall, shiny black 8-inch platforms that made her a colossal 12’6. In the week since Dan had discovered her page, Carmen had grown a full 10 inches. And, of course, she wasn’t just tall – her frame was thick, strong, and powerful all over. She was wearing a huge, leather-braided wraparound bracelet that accentuated the size of her right forearm.The next half hour was a bit fuzzy for Dan. He registered Carmen bending way down to hug him, and playfully comparing hands with him, and teasing him a little, and making a couple humorous self-deprecating remarks about herself, before inviting him into her mansion to hang out a little. They had been sitting on an enormous black couch in her living room, chatting away about all that had happened in the last two years. On the surface, Dan felt like he was carrying on the conversation just fine, but “behind the scenes,” so to speak, he was having difficulty processing exactly what was happening. She was just so gargantuan that his brain couldn’t even really understand what it was seeing. It was like he was watching a different kind of entity, something more than human, move around in slow motion. The memory of Carmen being “too much to handle” at 7’6 seemed utterly absurd now. He knew she wasn’t trying to make him feel this way, but everything...EVERYTHING about her made him feel so small, and weak, and childlike…and he loved it. He couldn’t control himself; he couldn’t help that he was hard. He just stared up at her with a kind of unabashed, deferential awe that was impossible to disguise.Carmen seemed used to this kind of reaction, and she just continued cheerfully chatting away about her life, asking Dan questions here and there about what he had been up to, and then politely, sweetly continuing to talk on when it became clear that he wasn’t in any real state to answer her at length. She even appeared to notice his erection, but graciously chose not to mention it. When she casually replied, though, in response to Dan’s question, that she wasn’t dating anyone, he perked up, again helpless to hide his thoughts.“You’re…you’re not dating anyone!?” he blurted out.“Nope,” she replied simply, shaking her head down at him as she crossed those huge, thick, creamy thighs. “Just haven’t really found…the right fit, ya know?”“Oh…uh, yeah, I mean…yeah,” stammered Dan, getting very red in the face all of a sudden. And…was he sweating too!? It was like his desires were just boiling up to the surface, literally sweating out on his skin. And what did he even want, anyway?! To…DATE Carmen again? He couldn’t handle her at 7’0…so how could he possibly handle her now?? But he was just so aroused by her, so in awe, that he wasn’t able to hold his next words back. They came out almost high-pitched, like they were escaping his body before his better judgement could rein them in:“Dya…dya think that…that maybe, you and I…”But Dan’s words died in his throat. A huge hand had descended down and had palmed his head…a warm hand…a kind hand…and yet, a hand that communicated a firm, non-negotiable finality.“Awww sweetie,” sighed Carmen affectionately, petting his head as she tilted her face down at him lovingly, her eyes full of warmth and understanding…and a bit of embarrassment for him, “So much has changed. I’m grateful for all the good times we had, but I’ve moved on. I’ll always hold you…right in here.”With her free hand, she extended two long, graceful fingers and tapped her chest, right where her heart was, as she continued to gently pet Dan’s head with her huge hand. For an instant, he felt crushed, humiliated, mortified that he had even started to ask such a ridiculous question. He was, in no conceivable way, her equal. But, as Carmen continued to affectionately pet his head and stare down at him, lips pursed in an affable smile, Dan suddenly understood that it was all going to be okay. That’s what she was wordlessly communicating to him right now. And, even though he could forever kick himself for breaking up with her, that wasn’t the route he was going to take…it wasn’t what she wanted him to do. He would just be thankful that their paths had crossed in the first place, and that, for however brief a time, they had been intimate.