Virtual Giantess
by Shannon Sargent
Chapter 1
Her Corvette pulled smoothly into the nearly deserted parking lot, coming
precisely to a stop across two of the reserved spaces near the building's front
entrance. The hood of the candy-apple red car was muted to a dull brown under
the harsh sodium lamps illuminating the parking lot. It was around 9:00 p.m. on
a Friday evening and it looked like most of VeeRTech's employees had left for
the day. They were probably at home watching the evening's television shows,
like I should be. She turned the car lights off and killed the engine. For a
while, neither of us moved or said anything, the silence was becoming
unbearable.
"Stormy, I'm feeling a little nervous about this. If were caught, they could put
me in jail for trespassing, and they'd probably fire you!" I was hoping that I
could talk her out of her latest escapade. I would have had an easier time
talking a politician out of drawing a life pension for his moments of servitude.
Sighing, Stormy went over the plan, again. "Look, Alan, were not going to get
caught. Say your lines right, and answer any questions with the techno-babble I
prepped you with, and the guards are going to believe you're a consultant, just
like all the others."
"Others?!? You never told me there were others! How many times have you done
this before?"
"Alan! I meant the other consultants who come through here every day. Stop
always being so jealous. I love you. Consultants come through here all the time
and the guards never question them. If you act bored and disinterested, they're
not going to give you a second thought."
Since this approach wasn't working, I tried switching tactics. "Well, what is
this big surprise you want to show me? Is it really worth you risking your job
for and me risking jail?"
"Alan", Stormy sighed, "I told you before, it's awesome and you'll love it, you
know you always do. I can't tell you more than that. It'll be an adventure!
You've done tougher things than this. Piece-a-cake! " Stormy was used to dealing
with my more conservative nature and knew just how to break the barriers down.
Looking over at me as sweetly as she could she told me, "If you do this for me,
I'll be really grateful, and I mean really!"
I had heard that "adventure" line many times before. This was the price I paid
for being in love with an excitaholic. Once Stormy got her hooks into an
adventure, there was no stopping her, or changing her mind. And, like every time
before, I would cave in. "All right, if you say so. Let's get it over with
before I lose the little bit of remaining composure I have. All I can say is
that this better be worth it!" God, was I a sucker for her!
"Don't worry, Alan, it will be!"
We got out of the car and headed for VeeRTech's main lobby. Stormy was so
excited she was actually bounding towards the door. Holding it open for me, she
whispered seductively into my ear, "All this excitement is really making me
horny!" Before I could respond, we were entering the lobby. I quickly fell into
my consultant role and began reciting my lines.
"Well, Dr. Sommers, if we adjusted the isolinear phase induction transducers, we
might be able to eliminate the overload in the magneto- optical audio-visual
rectifiers."
"Yes, Mr. Jeffries, I see your point, however, doing so may result in negative
feedback into the optical decouplers resulting in a phase transition in the
mechanical decoupling coils"
"Hmm, hadn't thought of that. Were going to have to run some level 2 diagnostic
tests on the transducers, the rectifiers, and the decoupling coils and try to
determine which component may be inducing the magneto- resonance instability"
"One second, Mr. Jeffries, I need to sign you in." Turning towards the guard she
coolly and matter of factly stated "This is Mr. Jeffries, a consultant from
Iotech. He's here to help out with some diagnostic tests on the VR-3000. I will
be escorting him."
He was so transparent you could almost read his thoughts. His expression was
saying, "Lucky him, some guys get all the luck." What he actually said was,
"Thank-you Dr. Sommers, just one minute please while we fill out the necessary
paperwork. Mr. Jeffries, could I please see some identification such as an
employee badge?"
"Will my driver's license do?" I already knew the answer, this was one of my
choreographed lines.
"Yes, that will be fine. Thank-you. Please sign here next to your name.
Thank-you. Do you have any briefcases, cameras, or magnetic recording material
with you?"
"No, I don't." Ordinarily I would have made some kind of little joke, but Stormy
had admonished me to stick to the script. She had told me to remember the kiss
principle, keep it simple, stupid, and that would get me through any problems.
Then, to drive the point home, she had given me an unforgettably passionate
kiss. Needless to say, the principle was committed to my permanent long term
memory.
The guard handed over a temporary badge, told me to place it on the upper part
of my body and to wear it at all times within the building. As I was placing the
badge on my lapel, the guard buzzed us into the main building. Stormy was
working hard on suppressing her building excitement and was visibly forcing
herself to walk slowly. I could feel the guard staring at her receding figure. I
bet he was wondering what she would be like in bed. Lucky for me, I already
knew, she was great!
I became suddenly aware that I had been holding my breath and now I began taking
deep breaths to calm myself. My adrenaline had been really pumping, and now we
were in. This was already different from the other adventures with Stormy,
usually the adrenaline part came near the climax not at the beginning. If this
surprise was bigger than the others, then this was really going to be something!
The best part of all was that in the rush that followed our adventures, we
usually had the most incredible love-making sessions. I couldn't decide which
part I enjoyed more, the adventure, or the love-making afterwards... yeah right!
I began fantasizing about making love to Stormy in one of the many vacant
offices we passed as we walked down the maze of seemingly endless,
indistinguishable corridors that comprised VeeRTech.
I met Stormy about two months ago. Unknowingly, we each had a common friend,
Veronica, who had thought that we would make the perfect couple. For the longest
time, it seemed like one or the other of us had something going on with someone
else and Veronica had been unable to set us up. Like most match-makers, Veronica
was not one to easily give up, and she had persevered, laying plans, setting
things up, giving out hints here and there, and waiting for the right moment to
put the wheels of fate in motion. When that moment came, she struck quickly, we
never had a chance.
Our first date, a blind one, had been at the beach. We both liked playing beach
volleyball and Veronica had used that as the key to get us together. Veronica
had done such a thorough job in describing us to each other, that we both
excitedly arrived at the beach half an hour early. Each of us instantly
recognized the other from Veronica's description; neither of us was
disappointed.
"H-H-Hi, I'm Alan" was all that I was able to get out. Oh, God, I must have
sounded like an idiot. Stormy was drop dead gorgeous with looks that would have
made Pamela Andersen envious. She was five foot ten, had beautiful blond hair,
full D-cup breasts, long, shapely legs, penetrating azure eyes, and a warm
friendly smile. She was wearing the sexiest bikini that I had ever seen, and I
couldn't take my eyes off her.
"Hi Alan, I'm Stormy, Stormy Sommers, I came out early to work on my tan before
we played volleyball." Stormy was completely composed and was most likely used
to the effect her body had on men. She seemed more flattered than annoyed with
the way I was acting. Later on she told me that she couldn't believe Veronica
wasn't holding on to me herself. I'm six feet tall, well muscled, yet still a
little wiry, kind of handsome, and have nice eyes.
"What do you think? I'm competing in a contest in a couple weeks, and I want it
to be even", she asked, as first she modeled her frontside and then turned
around to show me her backside.
I was too surprised by the thong bikini, my friends call them "butt floss", to
look objectively at her tan. All I could muster out was, "Uh, looks pretty good
to me!" Arrgh, I couldn't believe I said that! Come on Alan, get it together or
she's going to ditch you. I had to come up with something witty and fast, but
what? Come on, come on, think, think, think! "Stormy is an interesting name, how
did your parents come up that?" You idiot, is that the best you could do? She
must have thought I was some kind of moronic putz.
As Stormy arranged her towel on the sand and took her tanning lotion out, she
answered, "Well, my parents really liked the song `Stormy Weather' and later on,
when I was older, they told me I had been conceived while listening to the song.
They decided to name me Stormy without even thinking about how it went with my
last name. I took a lot of ribbing in school, but I like it now, its
distinctive. Would you mind putting lotion on my back? It's so much easier and
enjoyable when someone else does it for you." Without waiting for a response,
she lay down on the towel with her front towards the sand and unhooked her top
exposing her muscular bare back and the sides of her ample breasts.
I was in heaven. With her top undone and that skimpy thong bikini, it was almost
like she was naked. Best of all, I was spreading on the lotion and massaging it
into her body. As I worked my way around her back, Stormy was cooing with
pleasure telling me how good it felt. I sneaked a couple stokes onto the sides
of her breasts and she didn't even flinch. In fact, she admonished me not to
miss any spots. Tentatively, I worked my way down towards her cheeks. She didn't
seem to mind, so I began massaging the lotion into her firm well-toned cheeks.
She responded by spreading her legs, giving me even more room to apply the
lotion and one of the best views I had ever seen in my life. Reluctantly, I then
moved on to her long, shapely legs ending with a massage of her ankles and toes.
With a mild spank on her butt cheek, I declared her done.
I later found out that while I was putting the lotion on, Stormy had been
thanking Veronica profusely. It had been Veronica who had suggested the thong
bikini and asking me to put on the suntan lotion. Stormy told me that while I
was putting the lotion on she had began fantasizing about us lying in bed
together, giving each other full body massages, and then kissing, petting, and
making love. It turned out that she was a sucker for a good massage! When I had
touched the sides of her breasts, it had really turned her on and started her
tingling. She told me she had had a difficult time not reacting to my touch and
turning over and starting to kiss me right then and there. Massaging her cheeks
had almost put her over the edge. After I had finished, I saw her sneak a peak
at my shorts, and I'm sure she could see the outline of my erection. She had
smiled and closed her eyes again, seemingly pleased with what she had seen, I
thought, and hopefully anticipating things to come.
So many things could have gone wrong that day, but incredibly, nothing did; the
whole day had been like a dream date. Stormy had changed into a slightly more
modest bikini for volleyball and we played several two- on-two matches, winning
most of them. I was surprised to find that Stormy was a better player than I
was. She dug hard driven spikes with ease, gave me unending cherry sets from all
over the court, and had spiked well herself, even though we were playing on a
men's net. She even blocked a guy's spike back into his face! She was a very
good player, highly competitive, yet she had a happy, easy going attitude. She
didn't have a trace of the stuck up attitude that so many good players develop.
The most exciting point during our matches had been when one of Stormy's boobs
fell out of her top following a spike. She was so into the game, she didn't
stuff it back in until the point had been won! By that time, the other boob had
fallen out as well! Laughing, she told me how she hated it when that happened. I
and the rest of the male players spent the rest of the day hoping it would
happen again, but it didn't.
Following the volleyball, we got some quick take-out food and ended up at
Stormy's apartment. Listening to soft jazz, we ended up making out on her sofa.
I was still wearing my shorts and Stormy had put a large T-shirt on over her
bathing suit. Both of us were hot for one another and soon we were kissing and
feeling each other. I was performing the dry humps, pressing harder and harder
against her crotch, and Stormy could feel my bulging cock pressing against her.
I reached under her T- shirt and undid the straps of her bikini top. Stormy
obliged me by pulling the bikini top off through her sleeve, leaving her breasts
covered only by the T-shirt. I began caressing her breasts, at first through the
T-shirt and then underneath. They were incredibly firm and the nipples were rock
hard. Stormy loved having her nipples stroked and pulled her top off and dangled
her boobs over my face, letting me see first hand what my hands had been
feeling. I responded by beginning to kiss and suck on her nipples. I then
reached down to her bikini panties and began squeezing her cheeks again. One of
my hands moved around to the front and began stroking the wet area, causing
Stormy to begin moaning and kissing me even more firmly. She reached down and
began rubbing my cock through my shorts as she ground her crotch against my
hand. The rubbing, stroking, kissing, and sucking reached a feverish pitch and
then we both began coming together. Afterwards, we lay together on the couch
holding each other, and drifted off to sleep. It had been an incredible first
date but it had been nothing like the second.
Our second date had started out as a mystery. Stormy had told me that she would
pick me up and that I should dress as if going to the beach. She arrived right
on time and ushered me into the car. For the first time, I noticed her license
plate, it read LVLTLMN, and sat in a frame which read, "Get In , Sit Down, Shut
up, and Hold On". I began trying to work the meaning out of her plate as we
headed inland away from the beaches.
"Stormy, why do you want to level tall men?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Your license plate, doesn't it say `level tall men' ?"
"No, it's an acronym, each letter stands for a different word like tanstaafl,
T-A-N-S-T-A-A-F-L, There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch."
"Oh, it's an acronym, why didn't you say so before?", I joked. Then, after a
moment of silence while I racked my brain trying to figure it out, "Ok, I give,
what does your license plate mean?"
"Its a saying my mother always used, Live Vigorously, Like The Limits Mean
Nothing!"
"Hmm, interesting. I never heard that saying before. For a moment I thought
maybe you had something against tall men and I got a little worried."
"No, I'm definitely hooked on tall beach studs right now!"
"Speaking of the beach, where are you taking me? We not headed in the right
direction for the beach!"
"It's a surprise, don't worry, you'll love it, promise!"
We drove along for about an hour and a half on highways and back country roads
and I had no idea where we were. We seemed to be in a rural area with cattle,
large ranches, and rolling hills studded with oak trees. Then, Stormy pulled
sharply off of the road into a ranch entrance. A banner proclaimed the ranch to
be the Flying T and below the name it proudly stated, "California's First
Clothing Optional Recreational Park".
Alarm bells were going off from all over within my mind. It was at least a three
alarmer. My mouth was having a hard time forming the words, but when they came
out, it was a staccato burst, "Whoa! "What are we doing here? Why did you bring
me to a nudist colony!"
In contrast, Stormy was cool and prepared. "It's not a nudist colony, it's a
clothing optional park.", she replied matter of factly. "I brought you here for
the Miss Nude Riverside contest."
"I don't think I'm qualified for that, I got the wrong kind of plumbing!"
"Not you, silly, me! I'm entering the contest and I thought you might enjoy
watching."
Hmmm, this was interesting. "Do I have to take my clothes off?"
"Not if you don't want to. But I sure wouldn't mind it if you did. I've been
fantasizing about that cute butt of yours since our first date!"
"There's probably going to be lots of attractive naked women here, aren't you
worried about me ogling them?"
"As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I want you to do!", laughed Stormy.
She loved throwing people off guard and I'm afraid I'm so predictable it made it
almost too easy.
I was getting very confused. This date was getting stranger by the minute. "I
don't get it. Why would you WANT me to look at other women?"
"I got you a front row seat at the contest and I want you to videotape the
entire contest. I probably won't win but I want to see how the other girls walk,
act, and perform so I can improve for the next contest."
All of the pieces were on the table and the logical conclusions were falling
into place in my mind like some kind of mental tetris game. 1) I don't have to
take my clothes off, 2) I get to video tape beautiful naked women, 3) Stormy is
going to be one of those women, and 4) she's actually asking me to do this. I
suddenly became very cooperative. "Ok lady, you got yourself a camera man. Just
show me where to sit and I'll start setting up!"
"Are you going to keep your clothes on or take them off?"
"We'll see." When hell freezes over is what I wanted to say.
"I hope WE will, Alan!" Then she whispered into my ear with a voice that
combined the sexiest elements of Marilyn Monroe with Mae West, "I'd be REALLY
pleased if you did!"
As promised, I had a front row seat directly in front of the stage. The stage
was raised such that its floor was right at my eye level. It was bare with the
exception of the judges box and a podium. Behind the stage, a banner proclaiming
this to be the 5th annual Miss Nude Riverside contest fluttered gently in the
slight breeze. I looked around through the viewfinder of the camera and
immediately began feeling uncomfortable and out of place. Nearly everyone was
naked except me, and here I was, clothed, taking video of them. I wasn't sure
whether I was imagining it or not, but it seemed that several of the people were
giving me incriminating looks. Thinking about living with limits and Stormy's
weakly veiled message, I decided to go for it and began removing my clothes.
Soon I was as naked as the rest of the crowd. Surprisingly, I felt less
conspicuous naked than I had when dressed.
The emcee was introduced and the contest was under way. It was a little
disconcerting to see the naked emcee standing above me, it was like I was
staring right into his cock! Luckily, filming through the camera had a
distancing effect and I concentrated on holding the camera steady and framing
the shot and not so much on the content of what I was filming. The judges were
introduced, also all male and naked, and then the female contestants were
brought in.
First all of the contestants lined up across the stage and I got a nice shot
panning slowly across the line-up of naked women. My male hormones began
exerting themselves and it was becoming harder not to admire what I was filming.
I must have been able to exert some control, because the first time I passed
through the line of women I had not seen Stormy. As I panned back, I began
looking specifically for her and found her near the middle of the line up. I
zoomed in on her face and then panned down her body and back up. To my credit, I
only paused slightly on her crotch, noting how deliciously trimmed it was and
that she was a true blonde. As I was zooming back out, she threw me a slight
wink and I gave her the `thumbs up'.
Each of the twelve contestants was then introduced, one at a time, and each gave
a short description consisting of her name, measurements, and hobbies. I framed
each woman nicely in the viewfinder and found myself strangely enjoying the
perspective I had. It was like the women were all extremely tall and I was, in
comparison, a miniature cameraman barely as tall as their ankles. I felt my cock
starting to get hard and began distracting myself by making mental comparisons
of each of the women to Stormy. Some of the women had large tits while others
had barely any. Some women had trimmed their bushes and others seemed to have
just let it grow. Several of the women even had unshaved armpits! Overall,
Stormy seemed to be more attractive than maybe all but one or two of the other
women. The one thing they all seemed to have in common was hobbies that involved
thrill-seeking, such as hang gliding, bungee jumping, sky diving, and jet
skiing. Stormy had said her hobby was sky diving. I shuddered, living without
limits suddenly took on a new meaning.
Following the introductions, the contestants then performed a walk around the
stage, where the judges observed poise, grace, composure, and tan. Then there
was the obligatory talent section. Stormy's chosen talent was singing and I
thought she had a pleasantly nice voice and had performed well. Most of the
other women performed dance steps To me, they seemed to be nothing more than
highly choreographed aerobic workout routines. Nonetheless, I did have to admit
I enjoyed watching their naked bodies bouncing around the stage. Some of the
routines were so tantalizing, I began to wonder if Stormy would let me make a
copy of the tape for myself.
The judges tallied their votes and the winners were announced. They worked there
way back from fifth place. Nine girls were remaining and only first and second
place were left to be announced. Stormy jumped for joy when her name was
announced as first runner up. I had never seen her so happy before and I hooted
and hollered too. I wanted to run up on the stage and give her a big hug. I was
so excited over Stormy taking second place I almost forgot to film the winner. I
had to admit it, though, the winner had been better than Stormy. Her name was
Wanda and she was almost as attractive as Stormy, had a very nice all-over tan,
and had performed a very rousing dance routine. All in all, Stormy had nothing
to be ashamed about with her performance.
After the contest, we hung around the nudist ranch for a while. We talked to
several of the other contestants and Stormy introduced me to everyone. It seemed
that Stormy must have been a `regular' at the ranch. We had played some
volleyball and at first it had seemed real strange playing against naked people.
After a couple of points though, I found myself concentrating more on how I was
playing than what the others were wearing. Throughout the day I found myself
becoming more and more attracted to Stormy. She was so composed and self assure,
even when she was naked, I envied her. Did living life with no limits make her
that way, or did she live life with no limits because she was so self assure?
Classic chicken or the egg.
Much to my chagrin, Stormy seemed to be quite popular with the men at the ranch
as well. Wherever we went, naked men seemed to cluster around her. They all
seemed to be vying for her attention, trying to score points with her, it was
almost like I didn't exist. Time after time, though, Stormy would seek me out,
asking me to take her away from the crowd. Once out of ear shot, she would tell
me how phony those guys were.
In a quiet moment together, I worked up my courage and voiced my fears, "How
come you aren't attracted to some of those guys? A lot of them seem to have a
lot more going for them than me." I was concerned with my own standing and
wondering if she might dump me for someone a little more carefree, who didn't
live life with limits.
"Alan, I've dated guys like them before. Some of them have great bodies, and
others have such good looks, powerful jobs, or money, but they're nothing but
pretty packages. The outside looks appealing but there's nothing on the inside.
That's one reason why I liked you from the moment I met you. You didn't try to
impress me; you were open, honest, and straightforward. It was like a breath of
fresh air.
I felt a little better with her answer but it still amazed me that this
gorgeous, intelligent, vivacious woman could have fallen for me. She seemed so
"out of my league" . She had it all and, if she wanted to, she could probably
have any man she wanted. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world but I also
worried that I could lose it all in an instant.
Once again, the date ended up at Stormy's apartment. The whole ride back she had
talked excitedly about the video tape and the contest and how she couldn't wait
to see the video. Seeing how the video consisted almost entirely of naked women,
including Stormy, I did not offer up any resistance. Stormy set the VCR on play
and we settled in together on the sofa to watch the contest. Soon the tape began
playing with some opening shots of the crowd that I had taken which then faded
out. The next scene faded in on the emcee of the contest.
"Whoa!", Stormy exclaimed. "I've never seen Sam from that angle before. He looks
so huge, its like he's fifty feet tall!"
"Now you know how the Lilliputians must have felt when they met Gulliver! Wait
until you see the contestants, they were even closer to the edge of the stage
and look even bigger! I was getting a neck ache from craning up to film them."
A few minutes later, the female contestants walked onto the stage. As I had
said, they looked even bigger than the emcee had. So entranced was I with the
imagery and the perspective, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. From the
camera's perspective, the women were gigantic, easily seventy-five to one
hundred feet tall. For some of the bigger breasted women, their breasts jutted
out so far, their faces were framed between their enormous tits. This time there
was no distraction of having to film the contest to divert my attention. I
shifted uncomfortably on the couch trying to cover-up my increasingly excited
state. Uncomfortable as I was though, I could not look away from the screen. For
now the screen was being filled with the close-up I had done on Stormy. There
was her head, smiling down at me between those two wondrous breasts. They hung
exquisitely from her rib cage and were immense. Too quickly, the view shifted to
her flat stomach and then shifted lower to her well trimmed vagina. Every hair
and fold of skin was visible and it literally filled the screen. At this point,
my cock was begging for action, pushing forcefully against the folds of my
shorts. The camera lingered for a few moments, to me it seemed like ages, and
then finished with a long, foot by gorgeous foot pan of her incredibly sexy long
legs ending with her sexy white high heels. The camera zoomed back out and began
panning down the remaining group of giant contestants.
"From the bulge in your pants, it looks like you enjoyed that little piece of
footage. It may surprise you, but it made me horny, too!"
"Seeing yourself naked turns you on?"
"No, not ever before that I can remember, it was the camera angle, it made me
look so big, I started thinking I was the size of Gulliver and you were a
Lilliputian cameraman and I was performing for you. I can't believe how hot it
made me!"
"That's incredible! Earlier I was fantasizing almost exactly the same thing! You
were a beautiful giantess and I was a little cameraman filming your
fantastically sexy body. It gave me one of the biggest hard-ons of my life. I
almost started coming without even touching it!"
"If I didn't know you better, I'd have said that that was a pretty weak come-on
line. However, I did like the `fantastically sexy' comment. I'm feeling very
generous right now and I think I'll give your poor little cock it's longed for
release. Take off your clothes."
I didn't mind that I was being ordered around or that she seemed to be taking
charge. I had heard that she was going to make me come and that was all that
mattered. Within a few seconds my clothes were scattered around the living room.
Stormy watched me eagerly remove my clothing and then, when I was finished,
slowly began to remove her clothing letting me savor each inch of newly exposed
flesh. She swayed seductively back and forth as the clothing was slowly peeled
away from her flesh. She removed everything except her bra and panties and then
teased me as she removed her bra without really letting me see anything. Then
she turned her back on me and removed her panties. Now fully naked, she turned
around and asked me, "Like what you see?"
I nodded my head affirmatively. "Now, lie face up on the floor." I did so and
she stood over me and began dancing and swaying. It was just like the video and
she was a giantess again. She taunted me, playing with her tits, licking the
nipples, opening her pussy lips, stroking her pussy, and bending her knees until
it was inches (seemed like feet) above my face. I could see that the dance was
really turning her on. The pink skin of her fully exposed pussy was glistening
with wetness and she was stroking herself with earnest. She really seemed to be
getting off on this giantess thing and I have to admit, I was too.
"Tell me, little man, do you like big women?"
"Oh yes, I do, very much!"
"And what would you do for your giant woman? What could a little man like you
do?"
"I could suck her nipples and lick her pussy and give her the best orgasm of her
life!"
"Well, that certainly is boastful, coming from a little runt like you, but I
think we'll test that a little later. Right now I'm going to make you come. Get
up and go into the bedroom. I'm going to tell you a little story about a very
big bad giant woman!"
I jumped to my feet and hopped onto the bed. I wasn't sure what was about to
happen but it sounded like it would be enjoyable. Stormy came into the room
carrying a bottle of hand lotion. She knelt over me and poured a few drops of
lotion onto my stiff cock. She began rubbing the lotion in with her hand,
stroking my cock from the base to the tip and back again, squeezing rhythmically
as she did so. I closed my eyes and let my imagination wander, it felt
incredibly good. Then she began her story.
"Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Mary who was a member of a
nudist colony. She was kind of homely and she had really tiny titties. The other
nudists always made fun of her calling her names like `raisin tits'. There were
these other two members, Betty and Cathy, who had really gorgeous bodies -
blonde hair, big boobs, long legs, the works. Together with their buff nudist
boy friends, Frank and Ed, they loved to make fun of Mary, teasing her about her
tiny titties and her lack of boy friends. One day after a particularly
humiliating session with Betty and Cathy, Mary had run off crying into the
woods. Running between the trees, she tripped on something. Through her tears
she could see that it was some kind of lamp like from `Arabian Nights'. She
began rubbing the lamp and a 10 foot tall female genie appeared who granted her
three wishes. Mary wasted no time, for her first wish, she wished that she was
incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Poof! it was granted. Mary looked down and for the
first time in her life, she couldn't see her feet. Having taken care of that,
now she wanted revenge. For her second wish, she wished she had the ability to
make things shrink and grow. The genie told her that that would use up her last
two wishes and granted them. The lamp and the genie then disappeared. Mary was
anxious to begin testing out her new powers. She thought about being bigger and
instantly began growing and growing and growing. First her head cleared the
trees, then her breasts, then the trees were only up to her waist, then her
knees, and there she stopped, deeming that she was now big enough. She walked
over to the main compound and people screamed and ran for cover as she
approached. Mary ignored them and went directly towards Betty and Ed's cabin.
She reached down and easily pulled the roof off. Too astonished to run, Betty
and Ed could only stare up at the enormous giantess as she reached in and
plucked them up like they were little dolls. Betty and Ed began pounding on her
hand and Mary could just barely feel their insignificant struggling. She laughed
at their puny attempts. She then went over to Cathy and Frank's cabin and did
the same, easily snatching them up with her other hand. Holding them up to her
enormous boobs she asked them what they thought of her raisin tits now. Then she
placed them on her nipples and laughed as they clung for life as she swung them
around on her big tits high above the ground. Tiring of that fun, Mary plucked
everyone off her nipples and began shrinking Cathy and Betty's boobs. Smaller
and smaller they got until they were completely gone. Then their nipples began
shrinking tinier and tinier until they actually were the size of raisins. Then
Betty and Cathy's bodies began shrinking smaller and smaller until they were
only as tall as their astounded boyfriend's ankles. While watching the entire
"show" taking place in her palm, she then commanded Ed and Frank to come on
their girlfriends. Immediately, they began rubbing their cocks. As they neared
orgasm, Mary caused the jism in their bodies to grow and as they came they began
spurting their come all over the pint sized Cathy and Betty. Betty and Cathy
screamed and threw their hands up to ward off the torrent but it was to no
avail. The jism knocked them down and they were drenched from head to foot with
come. Ed and Frank were amazed at how much they each had shot out. Their
girlfriends were literally swimming in their come!"
Stormy would have continued but now I was coming. My cock was madly fucking her
hand and squirting it's jism all over my chest. As my orgasm subsided, Stormy
continued stroking my cock, milking out the last drops of come. Fully spent, she
let it rest and gave me a deep wet kiss.
"Now it's your turn, finger my pussy while you finish the story!"
I began stroking her pussy and gently massaging her clit. Once I was sure I had
found the right spot, I continued on with the story stroking her while I talked.
"Giantess Mary got very horny when she saw Frank and Ed hose their wives down
with come. She started playing with her pussy but then decided on a better idea.
She would put Frank and Ed inside her and have them make her come. She put Cathy
and Betty on the ground telling them that now they were too small and homely for
Frank and Ed and now she would show them the pleasures of a `real' woman. Then
she began stuffing Frank and Ed into her pussy. At first they attempted to
resist her but their efforts were futile compared to her gargantuan strength.
Soon the two men were fully inside her pussy and squirming deliciously. While
the men were going at it, Mary decided to have a little more fun with the other
nudists. Going over to the main lodge, she quickly rounded up ten women and made
them grow to fifty feet tall. Then she ordered all of them to each grab a man.
The men, not liking the sound of the way things were going, began running but
the giant women easily corralled them. Mary then ordered the women to rub their
pussies with the men. Frank and Ed were doing a marvelous job on her clit and
she was approaching an orgasmic climax. She began twisting her own nipples and
ordered all of the women to come. The women began coming and soaking the men
with their juices. Everywhere Mary looked there was a little man being coated
with juices or swallowed up by a giant pussy and a giantess squirming with
delight. The sight of so many women coming, combined with the squirming in her
own pussy, threw her over the edge and Mary began coming. Giant convulsions
pulsed through her body as she came over and over again flooding Frank and Ed
with her juices."
Stormy was on the brink of coming at this point and I left off telling the story
and began licking her pussy. Stormy's thighs clamped around my head as the
orgasm struck and she began bucking and coming furiously. As the moaning died
off, Stormy pushed my face away from her pussy. "It needs rest!", she pleaded. I
moved back up next to her in bed and we lay together for a little while longer,
gently holding each other, before drifting off to sleep.
That date had been followed by many others. If I had any doubts before of what
it meant to live life without limits, they were gone now. In the dates that
followed the trip to the nudist ranch we had gone mountain biking, rock
climbing, scuba diving, bungee jumping, hang gliding, and sky diving. With each
date we sought ever increasing thrills. It had been tough for me to shove my
fears aside but the rewards had been well worth living through the fear. The
greater the thrill had been, the greater the sex afterwards had been. Stormy was
a thrill seeker, the greater the thrill, the more she enjoyed it, the more she
enjoyed it, the more passionate she became, and the more thrill she conquered,
the more thrill she sought out.
Now as we reached our destination, a cipher locked door with warning labels
expressing concerns about unauthorized visits, I was wondering just what it was
Stormy had planned. I loved her immensely, trusted her, and would do almost
anything she asked, but I was concerned. With the way we were headed, one of
these times we might just bite off more than we could chew, and someone could
get permanently hurt. I knew, for people like Stormy, it could be quite a shock
when they discover that they are not invulnerable.
Chapter 2
Fingers trembling with excitement, Stormy pressed in the combination of the
cipher lock and opened the door for me. I walked into a large laboratory filled
with computing equipment. The heat from the equipment was stifling. Across from
the entrance were two other open doors. From what I could see, the rooms beyond
the doors were empty and seemed to be filled with some sort of sound absorbing
foam. The roar of cooling fans made it difficult to converse.
Yelling to be heard above the fans, Stormy regally announced, "Alan, this is a
working prototype of the VR-3000. It is a virtual reality simulator that mimics
reality better than any other system ever built. It's the closest thing to a
`holodeck' that's ever been made. My team just got it working and I brought you
here tonight to give you a demonstration of the system. There's also some
special software which I created that's going to knock your socks off! Walk into
the changing area over there and I'll show you how to set it up."
We walked into one of the small rooms opposite the entrance and immediately upon
entering the noise level dropped dramatically. After Stormy closed the door, it
became deathly quiet.
"This is a sensory deprivation chamber.", Stormy explained. "The material on the
walls absorb all sounds!" She then handed me a funny looking jump suit. It was
crisscrossed with all kinds of minute wires which were bundled together over and
over again until the bundles fused into a single thick cable that came off of
the back of the suit. "This is the VR suit. It can monitor all of your movements
and is sensitive enough to tell the difference between your hairs and your skin.
This is the male model and it has a special receptacle area for your cock. These
suits allow you to have simulated sex! We once had a guy who accidentally put on
the female suit but I don't think he'll ever make that mistake again! You have
to take all of your clothes off to use the suit."
I started to object but Stormy became extremely insistent. I acquiesced but once
again I began wondering what we were getting into. Why have virtual sex when we
could enjoy the real thing? Stormy was obviously excited about this and I didn't
see any reason why I should rain on her parade. I put the suit on and then
Stormy showed me how to mount the helmet. The computer ran some video and sound
test patterns and everything checked out like it should. Stormy yelled out,
"Here we go!" and I suddenly found myself standing alone on an endless
mono-colored plain. I was the only thing present beside the plain. From nowhere
and everywhere simultaneously, I could hear Stormy's voice, "If you don't like
it, just unplug yourself from the system. To terminate your activity in the
program all you have to do is press your belly button. If at any time you don't
like what's going on, just press and you'll return back to the VR studio."
Suddenly Stormy appeared from nowhere directly ahead of me. She looked 100%
real, not like some weird computer generated woman.
Stormy, this is amazing! You look just like you! I mean it's not just close, its
exact, this is amazing!"
"Yeah, I know. After a while you just take it for granted. It's always fun to
bring someone new in and experience it for the first time again through their
eyes!"
"It's so lifelike, I can't believe it's a simulation! Can I touch you?"
"I'm flattered you asked. Most people just start touching, reasoning that it's
not really real. After all, I'm not in the same room as you, just in the same
computer. You can touch me all you want!"
I reached out and touched her arm. I could feel the skin and even the delicate
hairs on her arm! "How is this possible? I know I'm not touching you, yet I can
feel you exactly as if I was!"
"It gets kind of technical, but there are electromagnetic field generators
inside the chamber which set up self-contained fields that feel like objects to
you and me. The stronger the field, the harder the object. Any object of any
shape and texture can be simulated once it has been scanned. You were scanned
when you suited up! The rest is all smoke and mirrors!"
"I can even feel the buttons on your blouse! They even unbutton like real
buttons! I can't wait to try out a virtual bra!"
"What's stopping you, big boy?"
"Nothing, now."
We both began removing each others clothing. As each item was taken off our
bodies it disappeared. Doing laundry in virtual reality certainly must have some
benefits. Soon we were both naked. Then Stormy reached out and playfully grabbed
my cock. "How do you like that special suit feature now?"
"Mmmm, pretty good! My compliments to the tailor!"
"How would you like to give yourself a blow-job?"
"Is that possible? I mean my mouth doesn't reach."
"It does now!" A wand appeared and Stormy pointed it at my cock. A faint ray
pulsed off the wand and my cock began growing longer and longer. After a few
seconds it was large enough to bend back and begin sucking. Stormy began
laughing and then sounding just like Mae West, "Is that a log between your legs
or are you happy to see me!"
"This is incredible! It really feels like I'm sucking myself! Thank God we
weren't made this way or no one would ever get anything done. Can I try using
the wand? Is it very difficult?"
"What is it you have in mind, Mr. Bigballs?"
"It's a surprise! C'mon, Stormy, you know you love surprises!"
"Just don't get too carried away. You press the red button to cause whatever you
point at to grow and the green button to shrink it. The orange button resets
things back to normal."
I pointed the wand down at my cock and pressed the green button. Instantly my
member began reducing in size. Stormy began laughing, "What kind of a surprise
is that! I'd call that more of a disappointment than a surprise! I think you can
be a little more creative than that!" I smiled knowingly and turned the wand
towards Stormy's chest and continued pressing the green button. Stormy's breasts
began shrinking until there was nothing left but round little nipples. "I never
knew you liked raisin tits. Do you have a secret desire for boyish figures I
didn't know about? Are we having fun yet?" Now that I had her starting from
scratch, I moved my thumb down the wand and pressed the red button. Stormy's
chest began growing larger and larger. After ten seconds they had passed D cup
and they continued to grow even bigger. After a few more seconds it was becoming
difficult to see her face. From somewhere behind those enormous jugs came
Stormy's voice, "Alan, is this you idea of a dream girl? You men are all alike,
no matter how big a woman's breasts are, they're never big enough! I think you
better stop soon, my legs are already off the ground!" All that I could see of
Stormy was a pair of enormous boobs. No longer visible were her feet or any
other part of her body. I walked over and began playing with one of her
bottle-sized nipples. As I began squeezing it, a surprised gasp erupted from
somewhere behind the mammoth tits.
Stormy could feel what I was doing but could not see me. I reached over to play
with the other nipple but they were too far apart to touch at the same time. I
took the wand and was about to shrink her boobs down when I realized that that
wasn't necessary. Instead, I pointed the wand at my arms and hands and caused
them to grow! Now I could stand between the boobs and squeeze both nipples at
the same time. This wand was wonderful. "How's that feel, Stormy?"
"It's great! What are you touching me with, I can't see you!"
"That's what makes it so wonderful, the suspense. You never know what's coming
next!"
"Oh, I have a feeling I know that!"
Very funny, I thought. But on the other hand, why not? It certainly would be fun
to screw the biggest tits in the world! I took the wand and started my cock
growing again. I was reveling in the power the wand gave me. With it I could
shrink or grow any part to whatever size I desired. I watched excitedly as my
cock grew larger and larger, surpassing my head in height.
It had been a while since I had touched Stormy and she was getting a little
impatient. "Hey, what's going on over there? Did you fall asleep?"
"I'm working on another surprise, hold your horses!"
"I'm afraid you made my boobs so large I can't hold anything other than them. I
can't even touch my hands together!"
I now had a cock that was sized to match Stormy's boobs and I began thrusting it
into her cleavage. It took all of my might and I had to guide it with both arms.
At first I had trouble maintaining my balance and my thrusts merely bounced off
the mountainous breasts. I could hear Stormy laughing at my amateurish attempts.
"What's the matter little boy, are mommy's boobies too big for you?"
The taunting made me even more determined. I used the wand to make my arms and
hands even bigger, so that I could get more leverage, and reached up and grabbed
the upper sides of her tits. Pulling my body toward her tits, I began thrusting
into her cleavage with wild abandon. I could hear Stormy gasp with each mighty
thrust and now she was encouraging me, ordering me to come on her massive tits.
With squirts that matched the size of my enormous cock, I began coming. My jism
flew dozens of feet into the air and rained back down coating Stormy and her
enormous breasts. Momentarily spent, I pulled my cock out from her cleavage
letting it rest on the ground. That had been one of the most memorable orgasms
of my life. I looked over towards Stormy and was struck with a pang of guilt.
That hadn't been very fair to her, I had been selfish, seeking my own sexual
gratification without any thoughts towards hers. I was going to have to fix
that. I looked around for the wand but I couldn't find it anywhere. Then Stormy
instantaneously reverted back to normal and began walking towards me. The wand
was in her hand.
"My, my, what big arms you have, darling!"
"The better to hug you with, my dear!"
"My, my, what big hands you have, darling!"
"The better to grab your titties with, my dear!"
"And darling, what a big penis you have!"
"The better to screw you with, my dear!"
"We'll see about that! I think it's time for something a little different!"
Stormy pointed the wand at me and pressed the orange button. Instantly my body
returned to its normal size. I felt diminished. It had been outrageously
exciting having the world's biggest penis and hands and arms that could hug a
building. Now everything was back to normal and we were standing together on the
endless plain. Stormy seemed to be typing and pressing buttons in mid air but I
couldn't see what she was working on.
"What are you doing over there? You're up to something but I can't tell what it
is!"
"I'm being suspenseful. Don't worry, you're going to love it. Up to now, we've
been running a program I created for a special client with a few little
modifications of my own thrown in like the wand. Now I'm going to run a special
program I created for us, I think you'll get a real kick out of it. Just a few
more entry parameters and there! It's ready!"
Chapter 3
As I watched, the computer plain dissolved away and we were floating in
nothingness. Then it began getting brighter and a street scene that seemed to be
somewhere in New York City, began getting brighter and more substantial. In
fact, it appeared that we were standing on a corner in Times Square. There were
hundreds of people, milling about, intent on whatever destination or appointment
they were headed for. A woman bumped into me and seemed to suddenly notice me
for the first time. For a couple of moments she just looked at me; then she
started screaming as loud as she could, "HELP! RAPE! HE'S TRYING TO RAPE ME!
HELP! POLICE!" and started hitting me with her handbag. I tried to calm her down
but it only seemed to make things worse. Then Stormy, who was also naked,
grabbed me, and we began running up the street.
"Up ahead, there's a food cart. We have to eat one of the cookies labeled `Eat
Me'! Don't drink anything, especially anything that says `Drink Me'! We gotta
make it there before the Police get us. This is a VERY realistic simulation and
I for one don't want to end up in jail!"
Already I could hear the whistles and pursuit of the police from behind us.
There were sirens and screams and quick blurs of people as we ran by. I began
wondering how I could run so far in that little virtual reality room, and the
lapse in concentration caused me to run directly into a business man. I fell
down on top of him and became momentarily disoriented. As I untangled myself
from the man, all the meantime apologizing profusely, I risked a look back in
the direction I had come from. I could see two cops, with pistols drawn, now
only about one hundred feet away and rapidly closing the distance. They were
yelling something at me, but I decided I wouldn't wait for them to get closer so
that I could better understand them. Pushing off the businessman, I began
running as fast as I could for the food stand. Stormy had already reached the
stand and was beckoning for me to hurry up. The wind was rushing in my ears but
even so I could hear the rhythmic distinctive sounds of the policemen's Sam
Brown's pounding against the pavement. Without looking, I could feel they were
right behind me. My sides were aching and my lungs were burning but I forced
myself even harder. Not wanting to slow down in the slightest, I ran full speed
into the cart using it to stop myself. As I grabbed onto the sides, it felt like
my arms were being pulled out of their sockets. I was completely out of breath,
and felt like vomiting, but I forced myself to look for a cookie labeled "Eat
Me". The cart vendor was yelling strings of obscenities at me but I didn't care
as I tossed cookie upon cookie onto the ground in search of the elusive "Eat Me"
cookie. I was getting frantic, the last cookie in the cart had been tossed onto
the ground, and I still didn't see it. Where was it? It had to be here
somewhere! Then it was suddenly floating in front of my face. It wasn't in the
cart at all but was suspended in the air right in front of my nose. At first I
thought that it was another VR trick and then I noticed that Stormy was holding
the cookie and was having a hard time suppressing her laughter. In her other
hand was another identical cookie.
"Very funny, Stormy, Ha Ha Ha." I was about to eat the cookie, but Stormy
stopped me. Then, in the manner people use for toasting with champagne, she
linked her arm through mine, and I through hers, and together we each ate our
cookie. To my surprise, there was no taste. I could feel the texture of the
cookie and it even broke up as I chewed it, but there was no taste. As I thought
further about it, there was no aroma either. I guess even virtual reality had
its limitations. My mouth had been fooled, it had been watering like crazy for
that cookie. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything to swallow. "That was
pretty disapp... Hey! Watch it!", I shouted as the two policemen forcibly
grabbed us.
"Lookie here Joe, looks like we got us a couple of pervies who think they don't
need any clothes!"
"Yeah Sam, Well I don't mind her not wearing em, but I could sure do without
seeing his Johnson right now. Pretty boy heres gonna have lots of fun in the
cell, aint ya sweet meat! Them perps is gonna love you! Okay, lets move it sweet
cheeks! To the squad car!" Joe was laughing so hard he didn't notice the
transformation taking place. His first clue that something was up came from his
partner Sam.
"Holy Shit, Joe! This broad is getting bigger! She must be seven foot tall! I
swear she was five something a minute ago! Look, he's growing too! What's going
on here?!? You two stop that immediately!"
We began laughing at the cops predicament. Within moments we were fifteen feet
tall and the cops looked like little children. But we didn't stop there! The
growth rate was increasing and the city below us was rapidly dropping away like
the view from an express glass elevator. The cops were dumbstruck. Eventually
the pace dropped down and the growth halted. I stood next to a building and
started counting the stories, poking out each window as I counted up. Inside the
building I could hear the screams of the secretaries and office workers. Behind
the other windows I could see clusters of people staring at the two of us.
"Stormy, were over thirty stories tall!"
"I know, how do you like it?"
"It feels awesome, like we could do anything we want!"
"We can, there isn't anybody who can stop us from doing exactly what we want to
do! This is our town now and were running the show! Watch this..." Doing her
best impression of a dumb blonde, Stormy addressed the minuscule officers
standing below her, "Um, excuse me officers, I'm ready to get into the squad car
now. Don't bother helping, I can do it myself. Ooops, did I do that? Sorry about
that, I guess they don't make them like they used to!"
I couldn't help but laugh at the officers dilemma. Their squad car was now only
slightly higher than the curb. They were standing there, looking at the car,
they didn't have a clue as to what they should do next. Traffic was backing up
in the street and the New York City drivers were becoming impatient. They began
leaning on their horns and yelling at us and the policemen to move out of the
way. One cab driver was particularly loud and offensive and seemed to be in love
with the sound of his horn. He leaned out of his window and yelled up at us. His
tiny voice sounded as if it were miles away.
"Hey you fucking bitch! Move your fucking ass out of the way!"
Not that she needed it, having just squashed a police car so flat it was almost
unrecognizeable, but, feeling chivalrous, I jumped at the chance to uphold the
honor of my fair giantess. To Stormy, I put my hand up letting her know that I
was going to handle this one, to the cabdriver I angrily shouted, "Hey,
dickhead! You can't talk to my girlfriend that way!"
"Oh yeah, who says! You're nothing but a fuckin big ugly cocksuckin wimp. Stay
the fuck outta this, this is between me and the bitch with the big tits!"
I had heard about the cockiness of New York City cabdrivers but this went beyond
belief. This little shrimp of a man was actually standing up to me! It was time
to show this little shrimp who the boss was. I reached down and easily picked
the cab up. It weighed next to nothing. It was like when I was a kid playing
with my Hot Wheels cars, only this one had a living breathing driver inside.
"Hey you big dumb fuck, put the fucking car down, NOW!"
Humming to myself, I pried the car door open with my fingers, popping the door
off its hinges. It limply hung down, no longer able to function even remotely
like it had before. I turned the car sideways and poured the little cabdriver
into my palm. Then I handed the little man over to Stormy who had quietly been
watching the unfolding drama with amusement.
"Whatsamatter big shot, you not man enough to take me on? You gotta hand me over
to your fuckin whore to fuckin protect yourself from me? You fuckin wimps is all
the same, all fuckin talk!"
Handling the car and the man so easily was an incredible turn on and I started
to get a real hard on. With my present size, there was no point in even trying
to cover it up, nor did I really want to. The cabdriver had noticed it and began
shouting again, "You some kind of giant fuckin homo? I bet you got that hard on
from fondling me! Your not fuckin man enough for this bitch! No wonder you
handed her to me! Cmon, baby, let's fuckin leave this cocksuckin homo and I'll
show you a good time!"
I looked over at the little cabdriver standing so defiantly in Stormy's giant
hand and smiled. Some people just didn't get it, even when it was staring them
right in the face. Then I took my hard cock and began hitting it against the car
in my palm. Each time it struck, new dents and damage appeared and the cabdriver
winced in sympathetic pain. It might have been about he size of a Hot Wheels
car, but it sure wasn't as strong. Within moments the car looked like the loser
from a Monster Truck rally, it was flattened almost as completely as the police
car had been.
The cab driver was livid. "Oh sure, you fuckin smash my cab while your fuckin
slut of a whore holds me back. Some big man you are, you fuckin homo freak!"
I could see that Stormy had had enough. Looking down at the insignificant, foul
mouthed, pipsqueak in her hand I guess she decided it was time to shut him up.
"You like titties, shithead? Here, try mine!" She then swung her boobs and began
smacking them against the little man in her hand. "Don't", smack, "Ever", smack,
"Call", smack, "Me", smack, "A", smack, "Bitch", smack, "A", smack "Gain!",
smack. After the last blow, the cabdriver was reeling. It had been quite
literally worse than being struck by a ton of bricks. I was thankful, for the
cabdriver, that Stormy wasn't one of those women who talk forever, never getting
to the point; otherwise, he never would have made it to the end of the sentence.
Stormy was laughing at the sorry state the cabdriver was in and then smacked him
once more for good measure. The cabdriver was out cold and Stormy
unceremoniously dumped him out on the roof of a nearby building like he was a
piece of human refuse.
"I sure wouldn't want to meet up against those in a dark alley!", I remarked,
"Um, I mean I would, but I also mean I wouldn't, uh, well, I think you know what
I mean!"
"Yeah, I do. You got a pretty nice little club there yourself, Mr. Jeffries.
Kind of gives `The Club for automobiles' a new meaning!"
"It seems to do the job. Could you believe that cabdriver?"
"I'm glad you found him believable. After all, he was just a simulated
personality called up from the computer's database. There are all types of
people in the database."
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