u/Solefullstilettos

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Normally I can control when I grow. This allows me to live a normal life without everyone knowing I'm a giantess. The only time I can't control it is when I'm horny. As soon as I get turned on, I immediately start growing and growing and growing.

The best thing about being a giantess is all the fun ways to get fucked. That said, I do love a good cock. That's when getting so big can have its problems. I am always looking for biggest cocks, to see if there is someone who can fuck me without just getting swallowed by my pussy.

I recently found a man I think can handle me. He was on an online support forum for men with big cocks. He was asking for tips and advice on how to navigate a marriage with a woman who can't handle your dick size. It's hard to tell without seeing it if it's actually that big, or if the wife just can't handle anything. I'm thinking I'll have to watch them and coach them for a bit before deciding if he's worth it.

Following his posts, I know he's supposed to be trying to fuck his wife tonight. I was wondering if his cock would be too big for her but this made me start growing. I tried to calm myself down, but once I'm turned on, I can't help myself. I knew roughly where he lived so when I busted out the roof of my own house, I decided to go find him.

I glided across town, taller than all the buildings, until coming up to his neighbourhood. I ripped off the roofs of a few wrong houses before finding the right one. When I ripped his roof off, sure enough, there he was with his massive cock and his wife… trying. I watched for a little bit as she tried to control everything and keep it slow and just a little. She was so boring I started to shrink even while fingering myself to the scene.

Frustrated, I command her to fuck you harder. You had been aware of my presence since I ripped the roof off. She was too in her head to notice, so this more than startled her. Terrified, she froze. I commanded her again, this time with aggression, and she did her best to listen.

You could tell she was trying, but his post was accurate, his cock was too big for any normal woman. Still, I wanted to try one more thing. I commanded him to pin her down and fuck her. Almost immediately she started calling out for him to stop so he slowed. I commanded him to continue but he couldn't even get himself fully inside her.

Disappointed by the show, I brush her aside with no regard. Excited by his cock, I grabbed him and placed him at my pussy. He latched on immediately. Starved for lust, he began thrashing and humping my giant wet pussy. I could feel his little cock (massive compared to him, but little compared to me) which was almost enough to make me cum right then.

I wasn't standing long before the pleasure buckled my knees and I fell backwards with no regard for the houses around me. I lean back, stretching out my toes and screaming out in pleasure. The way he fucked me with everything he had, had my moans rumbling through the town. The whole time he fucked me, he ravagly licked, sucked and kiss all over my clit. Using his entire body to rub me and fuck me.

When I came, it was euphoric. My body twitched and pulsated. I flung myself about, flattening the entire community. But he didn't stop when I came, he just kept going, never once letting up. Like he had been starved of pussy, like this was his only way of obtaining sustenance.

By this point, my moans and screams were rumbling towns hours away and all surrounding areas were being evacuated. As neighbours ran and fled for safety, I made sure the wife didn't leave. I wanted her to see how a real woman takes a cock- with pleasure.

When I came next, I exploded. I squirted and juices began pouring from my pussy. He was knocked off by the pressure of the flow. I watched as he got caught in my stream. The stream that was now flooding the remainder of the neighbourhood. After a minute of watching as his wife also watched on but in panic and horror, I picked him up. I licked him clean, and told him I would be happy to come back next time he gets pent up. I could feel myself slowly returning to size, so I kissed him on the head, set him down by his wife and took off home.

Understanding, kink friendly giantess/goddess looking to establish a GFE type dynamic. Let's chat, get to know each other a bit and determine what works for us both 🥰Telegram preferred method of communication outside of Reddit

I grew up on the edges of the world of Giants. Along the edges is home to various settlements of tinies. I was raised to believe tinies were not to be trusted. That they are tricksters whose only goal is invasion of our world.

There was a border in our town. This wall of forest that separated us from them. If any tiny crossed that line, we were instructed to crush them on sight.

I was fascinated by these creatures from such a young age. They look just like us, but so little! How could they look so much like us, yet be more like a bug? I've never known a bug to wear clothes, and I have seen little clothes on these tinies. I always wondered if their little squeaks were even words. On some days when the wind is just right, I swear you can hear chatter in the woods.

I would spend all my spare time at the border. Making notes every time I saw them. There were always others there waiting to crush them, so I didn't have to worry about that. But observing leads to questions.

I started scrapping up their insides after someone got one and bringing them home to study. Piecing them together, I have confirmed they are built just as my textbooks say we look inside. So my suspicions that they are just like us but tiny, was starting to be supported by evidence.

One day while sitting off to the side of the border woods, taking my usual notes, something happened that's never happened before. A tiny crossed the border and was instantly crushed. This wasn't abnormal, this was expected. What was unexpected was the giant walking away laughing without confirming the tiny was sufficiently squashed.

I noticed the slightest twitch and sprung into action. I packed my things up, trying my best to look casual. As I'm walking past the stepped on tiny I glance down. I waited until no one was looking before reaching down, scooping him up and taking off home.

My suspicions were right, he was still alive! Lots of broken things and I might need to do some surgery- but years or studying their crushed bodies has prepared me for this. In school we were taught tinies don't feel pain. Years of watching their reactions to being crushed, tells me that's probably not true. So I will do my best to relieve his pain.

I know he's trying to talk to me, but I only hear little squeaks. I wonder if he can hear me? If he can, I hope he's remembering all the questions I've been asking as I nurse him back to health. I will want those answers if we do speak the same language. If he can't hear me, I wonder what he thinks I'm saying. I'm just so excited to have him here. I hope he knows I'm a friend. I hope he can sense it in my energy.

Part 2

It's now been three weeks since I took the tiny home with me from the border. I can say with almost complete certainty he appears to feel pain!

I've had him completely immobilized as he appears to have a spine and I don't know what damage to that would mean for him. That, plus his swollen face has meant I have not been able to confirm communication. Although I really do think he's understanding me.

I know he's immobilized and injured, but I don't see what could be so bad about them. He seems so peaceful, so normal, and honestly, he's pretty cute. I've been rereading all the literature we have about tinies. The more I read, the more it doesn't add up. I think we've been lied to. But why?

I've been continuing to go to the border. I don't want to change my behaviour and get people noticing me. Although I'm sure they wouldn't. I don't tend to be noticed. I've noticed the same group of tinies coming to the border every day. They look like they're searching. I wonder if they are searching for my tiny. If they are, then that confirms everything I thought I knew was wrong. Evil creatures with a lust for destruction, wouldn't be desperately searching day after day for a loved one. Would they?

I just seem to be getting more and more questions with no answers. I hope I can get him up and moving soon. Then I can figure out a way to amplify his sound. Hopefully he will speak the same as me, only tiny.

Part 3

I think it was around week four I felt comfortable enough to move him to clean him. I used a q-tip dipped in warm soapy water to both him. It was a mesmerizing experience. I swear he was making eye contact with me. He looked content, almost happy. I'm just glad he no longer looks afraid. I like to think this confirms he's been hearing me and my reassurance.

Now that he's moving, it's hard not to spend all my time with him. I think he's been trying to speak to me. I wonder if I will be able to hear him if I bring him up to my ear. I think I'm afraid to try because what if it doesn't work? Or what if it does, and I don't like what he has to say? Regardless of the outcome, I know I need to try.

The next time I noticed he was awake, I went over to the desk I have his room set up on. I lowered myself down in front of him, so my face was level with the desk. I was too overwhelmed to speak. I could see him staring right at me. He had a life and energy to him I hadn't seen until this point. He looked, well, ready to go home.

When I first had the thought to take a tiny, I never thought about returning them. I actually intended to run experiments, keep them as a little pet/specimen, until I dissected and threw them in the trash. But now that I've actually seen one, seen their insides, how they react and behave, I can't not view them with as much regard as I would have for any giant. I know I would want to go home.

As I sat there staring, he approached me. With each step towards me, he looked more and more happy. My heart dropped and my stomach filled with butterflies as I admired the man I nursed back to health walking towards me. He placed his tiny hand on the side of my cheek, just below my eye and said “thank you”.

Even though it was exactly what I expected, I wasn't ready. I stumbled backwards, now sat on the floor instead of crouched in front of the desk. My jaw drops and my heart races. I jump to my feet in excitement, scooping him up with no regard for his size, or recent injuries. When I notice the terror on his face, I place him back down, apologizing and going back to where I was originally.

After that we stayed up all night talking, really getting to know each other. He comes from a family, and has feelings, beliefs, and traditions, and just nothing I ever thought I would see from “just a pest, designed only to invade our crops”. He was sweet, kind, funny, handsome, and… sorry, nothing. He's nothing. He's going home in the morning.