#minigiantess

[gtsdreamer2]

[swellingzealot1]

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[growth-opportunities]

The "ground" shook underneath you as the twin mountains hanging off of Heather's chest slammed into the mattress. The impact rippled upward through her colossal tits, a sight that was as sickening as it was entrancing. You weren't disgusted by it—quite the opposite! At your scale, however, those gargantuan breasts looked less like anatomy and more like geography and parts of the landscape, especially parts as big as those, simply weren't meant to move like that. Fear, deep and primal, welled in your chest as your eyes followed the gorge of her cleavage up to her towering neck and kept going, all the way up to her soft lips. Watching them curl into a smile made your blood run cold and the look in her eyes froze you with fear. Her voice boomed like thunder.

"What's the matter, little one? I thought this is what you wanted!"

It had been, at least a few weeks ago. Your girlfriend had always been busty, one of the many reasons that you were attracted to her in the first place. Greed, however, got the better of you. You found a way to give some of your height—just a little!—to make her bust bigger. You figured an inch or two would be barely noticeable and the effects would be impressive and, seeing her grow with the first inch, you were right. An inch became two. The sight of your girlfriend bulging out of her bra made you dizzy with arousal. Two inches became three. She started having to constantly adjust her overworked bra, making her tits wobble in a way that consumed you. Three inches became four. Your eye-level was closer to her bust than ever which made it all the easier to appreciate the way she bulged out of her shirts in the new bras she was forced to buy. Four inches became five. Her breasts had grown so big as to distract you completely from her stories of unwanted attention and from the suspicious look in her eye as she scanned up and down your height. As five inches became six, you did your best to reassure her that it was just a late growth spurt, that she'd learn to love them. You certainly did. You couldn't keep your hands, shrunk smaller as her breasts grew even bigger, off of them.

But that was all when you were still several feet tall. Now you were barely a few inches and your little legs could only carry you so far as her car-sized hand reached down and plucked you off of the bed. Waking up from your nap to the room looming over had been disorienting, but that feeling paled in comparison to the rush of the wind around you as you were whisked through the air up to meet your girlfriend's towering face. Far below you, her breasts still look enormous, but you can barely look at them when her lips are so close and her breath is so warm. She tries to whisper, but at your size and at this distance, you still wince.

"Someone got a little greedy, didn't they? I noticed at the first inch, but I wanted to see how far you would go. When it became obvious that you wouldn't stop, I simply decided to speed up the process! You left the connection open, so all I had to do was pull. I'll be honest, when you first started forcing me to grow, I was not having a good time. I barely wanted to be the size I was before and you made me even bigger! I figured this was the only way to end it! I'm not sure how many inches you have left to spare! Now that I'm here, though..."

Heather bit her lip and shimmied her shoulders. Down below, waves moved across the ocean of tit underneath you. "I don't mind so much. But, don't worry, I'll make sure you get to truly experience these 'gifts' you gave me."

Her face moves away from you as she lowers you down, down, down towards her massive bust. Before you knew it, the walls of her cleavage were rising on either side of you, her fingertip pushing you deeper. "Are they big enough for you yet? I can always make them a little bigger for you, but I'm not really sure what that would do to you. I guess we can find out. Together."

Her cleavage closed in around you, plunging you into warmth and softness and darkness.

[diegogtrattyart]

Despite the obvious advantage one side may have for sports, this is a more balanced matchup than you'd expect!

Minigiant Mayhem June - Day 4 - @shortshifter's Kelan (& @friendlyfoxpal's Nole)

[gtswriter]

You sat in the tight chair in the administrator's office, thick thighs rubbing together to try and stifle your rising arousal as your hips strained not only your skirt, but the sides of the chair that was struggling to contain you. All the while, the two administrators were arguing amongst themselves in front of you.

"Look at her!" Professor Burroughs said, pointing at you. 'Yes, look at me.' You thought to yourself, looking down and marveling at your ridiculous bust. To say that your top was ill equipped to handle what you had become in a matter of four days was an understatement. It was grossly unqualified to try and hold the K cups that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere.

Professor Johnson looked from Burroughs to you and gave a small smirk. The look of subtle approval sent a satisfied shock through you. Immediately you felt your nipples harden and threaten to pierce your overly strained tank top. As your secret benefactor turned back towards Burroughs, you felt the pressure behind your nipples peak before beads of sweet milk began to pool in the fabric and spill down your shirt. You stifled the smallest of moans as they bickered back and forth.

"I could understand how her being in a trial two days in a row could be a clerical error, but four? She's so full of experimental drugs right now that her clothes can't even contain her!" He didn't know that you had bribed Johnson to have access to these trials. Even better, neither of them knew that starting on the second day, you began to buy the drugs from several of the other trial participants, quickly realizing that they were only there for the money not the actual effects of the drug. Those extra drugs were now safely in your purse hanging off the chair.

It was advertised as a breast enhancement lactation drug. Side effects include: increased fertility, increased libido, increased appetite, increased sensitivity, dominant tendencies, muscle growth, etc...

As Johnson tried to explain away how you happened to be in all four trials, the drugs from that day began to kick in. Waves of pleasure began to wash over you as your milk fully let down. Neither was looking at you as you felt your fourth growth spurt in as many days take hold.

A loud creak in the chair followed by a massive tearing noise in your top instantly demanded the focus of both administrators. Their jaws dropped as your breasts were finally freed, openly spraying steady streams of milk across the room.

"Oops." You muttered, standing up and taking the chair with you. Shaking your ass free caused it to break apart, your skirt falling away with it. You were now left in a spilt top and strained, soaked panties. "I think your drug works really well." You said, hefting your new udders to test their size and sensitivity. You cooed in pleasure as they jiggled endlessly in your hands before moving to your nipples to express torrents of milk. "I feel so huge. I feel so sexy. I feel so good." You moaned, temporarily lost in your own pleasure. Johnson reached across the desk to grab his milk-splattered clipboard and began to take notes. 'Subject is in a state of euphoria. Subject has grown over a foot and several cup sizes. Subject is a giant sexy milk machine.' He only thought that last part, but he wasn't wrong.

"We need to get her to a hospital!" Burroughs said, trying to take control of the situation.

"No, I think I want to see where this goes." Johnson countered. "It's valuable data. Imagine if this drug makes it to market. Anyone would be able to take a dose this high."

His words pulled you from your stupor. You weren't just anyone. You didn't want anyone to be able to have what you had. "You make several good points professor. Except. No one else should be able to take a dose this high. I will give you some more data to work with though." Reaching down into your purse, you pulled out the bag of drugs from the other participants and emptied it into your mouth before either administrator could comprehend what was happening. You grinned and stuck out your tongue after swallowing them all like you needed to prove that you actually did it.

"Holy shit," Johnson blurted out. "You actually did it."

"You boys might want to run." You teased, already feeling the pills starting to work their magic. You could feel your heartbeat in your nipples as they heated up, the flow of milk only increasing with each cup size. Your feeble panties snapped away as another wave of growth surged through you. Naked and glowing, you reveled in your own enormity as your tits started to envelop the room. The exit was behind you. The two man were now trapped as your breasts began to press into them, coating them with your milk. They pushed and fought against your massive mammeries, but that only fueled your arousal.

"That's it, knead my giant fucking tits. That feels so good! You might as well help me out while you're over there, why not latch on? Have a drink? I'm producing more than enough for everyone!" It was true. The whole floor was now soaked and the room was full of the sweet scent of your milk and arousal. Suddenly you felt it, two needy mouths tugging and sucking on your impossibly sensitive nipples. An intense orgasm immediately wracking through you. As you threw your head back, you bumped the ceiling. You were running out of room. Post climax weakness filling your legs, you fell to your knees before collapsing in the cool pool of your own milk. Your last conscious thought was that you hoped you were still getting paid for all four days of the trial since new clothes would be really expensive. And you'd need an industrial sized pump. And a bigger place to live.

Just a little story inspired by @breastgrowthgirl 's photo that she graced her followers with.

[size-changes]

Hannah had always been the short, curvy firecracker of their friend group—barely 5’0” in her favorite sneakers, with a stout, hourglass build and a pair of heavy, bouncy tits that already turned heads. She was the one who laughed loudest, hugged tightest, and never let her size stop her from owning every room she entered. Then the growth virus hit.

It started as a fever after a bad takeout night. By morning she was six feet tall and still swelling. By the end of the week she towered at a full eight feet, her body stretched and thickened into something magnificent and overwhelming. Her breasts, already generous, had ballooned into absurd, gravity-defying globes—each one bigger than John’s head, round and heavy, straining against whatever fabric she could find. The rest of her had kept pace: thick thighs like tree trunks, an ass that could eclipse a loveseat, and long, powerful legs that made normal furniture look like dollhouse pieces.

Tonight they were “just hanging out” in her living room. Hannah had claimed the entire couch, her massive frame draped across it in a tight cyan halter top that barely contained her. The deep V-neck plunged between her colossal tits, the soft, pale flesh spilling over the edges with every breath. Grey shorts rode high on her enormous thighs, and her bare feet—each one longer than John’s forearm—rested on the coffee table, toes flexing lazily.

John sat wedged beside her like a toy. At 5’10” he barely reached her shoulder even while she was slouched. He tried to focus on the movie, but his eyes kept drifting. Her left breast was right there, rising and falling like a warm, living mountain inches from his face. The way the fabric clung to her stiffening nipples was impossible to ignore.

Hannah noticed. Of course she did.

“John,” she murmured, voice deeper and richer than before, laced with amusement. “You’ve been staring at my tits for twenty straight minutes.”

He flushed. “I—sorry, it’s just… they’re… huge now.”

A low, throaty laugh rolled out of her. She shifted, the couch groaning, and turned toward him. The motion made her breasts sway heavily, the deep cleavage jiggling. “They are, aren’t they? Heavy as hell too. Want a closer look?”

John’s mouth went dry. “Hannah…”

She didn’t wait for a proper answer. One enormous hand—palm wide enough to cover his entire chest—gently but firmly cupped the back of his head and guided his face forward. His cheek sank into the warm, pillowy softness of her right breast. The scent of her skin—sweet, faintly coconut from her lotion—flooded his senses.

“Go on,” she whispered, voice husky. “Play with them. I know you’ve been dying to.”

His hands trembled as he reached up. They looked tiny against her. He sank his fingers into the yielding flesh, kneading, lifting, marveling at how much overflowed his grip. Hannah sighed happily, arching her back so her chest pushed forward. Her nipple hardened instantly under the thin fabric; he brushed his thumb over it and she moaned, the sound vibrating through her massive body.

“That’s it… good boy. Use both hands. They’re so sensitive now.”

John grew bolder, squeezing, burying his face between them, motorboating the impossible valley of cleavage. Hannah’s breathing quickened. She shifted again, swinging one tree-trunk leg over his lap so she straddled him on the couch. The sheer weight of her—easily four times his—pinned him down effortlessly. Her ass settled across his thighs, warm and heavy, while her breasts smothered his chest and face.

“Mmm, look at you,” she purred, looking down at him with dark, hungry eyes. “So tiny under me now. I could crush you without even trying.”

She grabbed his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head against the couch cushions. With her free hand she tugged her halter top down, letting her massive tits spill free. They dropped heavily onto his face, soft and warm and overwhelming. John groaned into the plush flesh as she rocked slowly, dragging her nipples across his lips.

“Suck,” she commanded, voice thick with dominance.

He obeyed instantly, latching onto one fat nipple. Hannah gasped, grinding her hips down against the growing bulge in his jeans. The couch creaked dangerously under their combined weight.

“You’re mine tonight, little man,” she growled, rolling her hips in slow, powerful circles. “These tits you can’t stop staring at? They own you now. And I’m just getting started.”

She released his wrists only to peel his shirt off, then yanked his jeans down with one easy tug. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking. Hannah smirked, wrapping her huge hand around it—her fingers easily encircling him completely. She stroked once, slow and firm, while lowering her chest again to smother him.

“Gonna fuck you with these tits first,” she whispered against his ear. “Then I’m sitting on that pretty face until you’re begging. And after that… well. You’re going to learn exactly how strong an eight-foot girl can be.”

John could only moan helplessly into her breasts as she began to move, her massive body completely in control, every curve and inch of her new giantess form ready to dominate him completely.

[shygals-slophouse]

Could we get a tall and curvy brunette nerd with thigh highs and short shorts?

not too tall, I hope!

[toweroverme]

A Personal Business Call

Uh....hello? Miss Berkheart? Is everything ok? Where are you? I came through the poolhoue like you asked and....

Oh good your here! you got my text! Get in here! Im curious about other services you may be able to offer... hehe hehe.

I had just arrived to her house when I heard her voice from Her bedroom. I was nervous, I didnt know what she could possibly need from me but when I slowly opened the door . I instantly froze, my mouth dropped, I can't even imagine the dumb look that must have been on my face. One thing for sure, she really seemed to enjoy my reaction....

No no, everything is fine. I didnt mean to make it sound like an emergency. I just really need someone here right now. And.... it looks like i picked the right person by your adorable expression.

So, this is the deal, this ridiculous body was supposed to be a surprise for my husband, but he canceled on me again. I didnt know who to call and It only lasts a few hours. It would be a shame to let all this go unappreciated right?... so what do you say handsome? Will you play with me ?... please? This stuff makes me really horny and....

Oh... lol, yes, I am VERY big, I hope you like it.....because...... im not done growing yet. The bottle says I can only return to normal size after an orgasm. And as much as I like the feeling of being this delicious, I dont want to be this fertility goddess forever...

Will you help me?