Jone’s the brains I’m just his test subject. He’s truly ahead of his time making feminine beauty products. I’m always happy to see my childhood friend succeed so I act as his little training dummy. Secretly though. I… wanted him to myself.
I’m a HUGE sapiosexual. Nothing does it for me more than a smart, confident man. I wished more than anything that Jone felt the same. If he saw how smart I was and fell instantly in love..♡ Jone however… He liked. Foxy ladies like Sydney.
Perky breasts, smooth curves, fair skin, and her eyes, lips and nose. There was nothing wrong with her. It made me physically ill watching him oggle her while she played him like an instrument. I could only watch from the sidelines as this dumb slut took MY Jone hostage with her strapless dresses & miniskirts.
Hi, h-hey Jone. J-.“ I shut my mouth. The more I talked the more I froze up. I was so tense when I saw his curly hair & golden smile. "Hey Noe-y!” Noe-y??? Oh my God he had a nickname for me!? He thought about me?? “I’ve got something BIG I NEED to try and you’re just the girl I needed.” He needed me??? He REALLY just said he needed me???
“I’d be happy to.” I choked out, relieved I didn’t stutter. After a small pause he looked at me, genuinely and… “Thank you for this, Noel… and. Everything. I can’t thank you enough.” My heart pumped 4x as fast! The experiment we were testing today needed me to be in ‘loose clothes’ and with 'no-makeup.’ I slid on all-black cause I wanted to match the cute suit Jone walked in with.
“Are you ready?” Jone asked. Pointing something he called a beautifier at me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he talked to me yesterday. I… If only I could tell him how I feel. My thoughts fried up as I was beamed with a flash of bright light. I felt myself slowly fill my dress in. “Just a half-second with the beautifier and…
Joan looked like he was hiding a smile with his open mouth. I looked down at myself and nearly made the exact same face. I looked, fuller, curvier, and most of all taller. I was as tall as the lamp post by Jone’s house and… maybe strangest of all… I felt… confident!
"You’re sooo smart~ Does Sydney ever tell you that?” I felt drunk. I wasn’t sure if it was Jone’s radioactive laser making me 14 feet tall or if I was love-drunk from being around my childhood crush for so long. “Noel you’re-” I interrupted him. Feeling emboldened and losing my filter. Was he blushing, did he… Like me bigger?“
"I mean… that- fuck… flat, blonde bitch doesn’t know you like me. You deserve better~” I bent fully over, in slurry speech I said: “20 feet better~ you’re- you… you’re sexy, Jone.” At this point I’d lost my mind and just relished in Jone’s company. “Noel, I didn’t know you felt like that about me.” He said, accepting my advances.
“Oohoho~ You dirtyy- dirtyyyy boy. I kissed his cheek. It’s cause I’m big, and curvy now, right~♡?” “No! Noel I’ve always thought you were too good-” “Abababa-” I covered his mouth with my dinner plate sized hands! “I know, but it- you still like me MORE now, hwehe heh~♡ I’d like me more. I’m fuckin’ sexy.”
I couldn’t help but grip my breasts, they were twice my original size and… so sensitive..? “… Okay, I admit: Noel, you’re cuter now.” He bashfully turned his head. “I knewww it. You like my big, soft boobies? Dirty boy~” I was high on the fumes of Jone liking me back. So elated, lightheaded and horny my long arms wrapped around him.
I snuck another kiss 'It’s okay, Jone I’m a naughty girl-y~“ I grappled the gun that made Jone love me from him. He used to be stronger than me, I took it with ease; I felt unstoppable. "Jone~♡ Watch me, daddy~♡!!” I don’t why I said that, but I loved it. I shot the same bright light into my stomach.
The orgasmic feeling hit me everywhere as I felt the already tight clothes constricting me slowly rip apart. 5 whole seconds of pure beautifier. My panties rode up my pussy, then snapped at the waistband. Dropping to the rapidly-departing ground. My cute little dress wasn’t big enough to hide my nude womanhood anymore, then burst at the torso along with my bra.
My breasts ballooned to yoga balls but on me they looked just like DDs. As the ray stopped working its magic I lowered my palm Jone stepped on. He looked like an action figure. My drunk-like brain thought about putting him into my pussy but I just wanted to see his little face. “I’m yours~♡” I swooned, my 2 story body almost flattening his house.
“Noel, I c-can turn you… back to, to n-normal. If you want!” He stuttered. Even my dumb, drunk brain could tell he loved this. “No, I want to be with you, your giant loving girlfriend… Do you want this big *aaAh!!♡* sensitive body or that slut, Sydney.
"Hah, that’s a no-brainer.” Jone replied as began to strip with me.
We have a new writer y'all!!! She’s so GOOD! Seriously go check her out and drop her a follow she does giantess like this BUT also does male to female transformation and I know there’s quite a few of y'all who like that. Seems pretty diverse and does way different explanations for growth then my typical Maxi Products.
I know, it’s been awhile. I had to take care of a few things after the death of my father. He will be missed but I know he would have wanted me to continue my work (he told me as much prior to his death). Just would like to say that there are TWO of us now–two writers of stories based on the works of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
Introducing “The House of Durin” by Deborah Meneghetti.
It will be available in (get this) ENGLISHandITALIAN! Yes, this venture is about to go multi-lingual (see below as well). See, I plugged that one, @fortunatelyclevercandy . Just for you, Angioletto .
To give you a little background on what is going on: This book is as it is described, ”The story of the heirs of Durin the Deathless”. Anyone who has read the works of J.R.R. Tolkien knows that the line of Durin runs deep so this will be an opportunity to explore it in depth. Like The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy,The House of Durin is based on the works of Tolkien; put together from what he has left behind, as it were.
Eventually, both books will weave together in many places readers are familiar with and from different perspectives, you can imagine. The other two standalone books belonging to TKWRT (The Song of Seven Rivers@tkwrtsongofsevenriversandOf Lords & Kings@oflordsandkingstkwrtbook ) will do the same thing. In the end, there will be several books telling different tales from the same world that at times meet each other.
Imagine: Girls thought of all this.
Moving on:
This year is the 3rd Anniversary of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. It is hard to believe how far it has come. This year is special because someone has offered to translate it (and all the other books) into Polish (and possibly French). We are still working out the details and when that moment comes, read it here. Translation: We’re thinking about it.
UPDATE: TKWRT EXPANDS ITS AUDIENCE
Our demographics (according to emails and Facebook) show a demographic that was 18-65 but I learned that some people in my father’s home were into it and an 11th grader (and Tolkien fan) just requested a copy. I won’t say why an 80-year-old woman was interested in turning this book into a film about Thranduil because that would be something for the record books.
I don’t know what Lee Pace as Thranduil has done to women but it must have been something pretty remarkable for an 80-year-old to want him to return to the screen via Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. Wow, that’s just wow. According to a rumor, I had a four-hour conversation about Lee Pace and I have yet to figure out if I said anything that would offer a clue to why he’s so appealing.
Either way, TKWRT has been officially mainstream for some time now. Getting awesome reviews from people that keep asking me to have this thing published. Well, I can’t say for certain if that will be anytime soon, but I never said I wasn’t looking into it (on several fronts–I’ve made some friends along the way that could make that happen if you ask me nicely).
COMING 2019
As promised, there will be a sneak preview of the upcoming books
Reasonably since they are both connected by marriage to Book II: The Saga of Thranduil. But also another book will share the moment with them.
Most already know that this book is also here: @trenarnolegolaslasgalenand@tkwrtrilogylasttale (extended version). Yep, going to start working on the FINAL (as in, this will be the last book) in the TKWRT Trilogy. There have been some changes in the format so this is the main reason for a preview. The main reason is the additions made to the EXTENDED VERSION of Book II.
SURPRISE: IT’S BACK & ITS YOUR JOB!
What readers get to do is decide what will go into the final version of the original book. Some people like Legolas’ younger sister Isílriel and most adore the baby elves (and in this one, there are more). Some like the idea of Êlúriel surviving (which in order to have her daughter she would have to live a little longer. Whatever you like–however you like your “Thrandy”, you get some input. If I were you, I’d wait until after Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen for one reason–the last chapter of Book II is in the prologue and you might want to see that first.
Yeah, you’re going to really want to see this one.
No, seriously. What has Lee done to you people? You were once so normal. I don’t know. I hardly know most of you. Just trying to figure out this 80-year-old wanting to see a film about Thranduil based on my book with Lee Pace in it. Is it that serious? Really? I don’t see it.
So that sums up what has been happening since the last post. Still getting over my dad. It took me a couple weeks to get used to the fact I can’t pick up the phone and call him to tell him about all the things happening with the books. I have a few photos my family (who have yet to even call and ask how I’m doing–I’ll live) gave to me. It’s something. I know he’s somewhere looking over me; avoiding my mother who probably is talking everyone to death in the afterlife.
Until next time: Come for the story, stay for Thranduil. I know, I know.
Authors note: this is my first fanfic that I have written, so I hope you like it. Sorry it’s a little short. Also i think I made Y/N gender neutral? This is before the fourth book.
Sitting on my bed staring out the window, it was a beautiful day. It was the middle of summer, and it just gets better everyday until we go back to Hogwarts.
“Do you want to go outside?” I asked my friend Cedric who was sitting on the floor reading a book.
He looked up. “Sure,” Cedric said, closing his book and leaning back on his hands. Cedric looked lost in thought. “Where would we go?” he inquired, focusing back onto me.
I looked off for a moment, “We could go swimming,” I suggested.
Cedric brightened at my idea “Yeah! We could go surfing, I know a great little beach-”
“ No!,” I said, cutting him off with wide eyes.
He looked confused. I pulled my knees to my chest. “I mean, uh, I… don’t even have a board.”
“You could borrow one of mine, if you want,” Cedric said, giving me a puzzled look. He knew I was lying. But he didn’t know why. “Y/N,” Cedric said, moving closer, with a serious but slightly curious expression.“Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked.
“No.” I said fast. The room felt tense.
“Ok,” Cedric said, putting up his hands, deciding not to push it. The room’s atmosphere relaxed. He put his hands down and said “when do you want to go?”
“We could go right now,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Ok, we’re going to have to go to my house real quick though,” Cedric said, getting up and grabbing his jacket off the floor with him.
“Ok,” I said quietly. Grabbing my gear, I realized Cedric was staring at me with a look of concentration, like he’s trying to figure something out. He left the room so I could change afterwards.
Once I was done we walked out of my apartment building, with a pack on my back. Taking my glorious way of transportation; my bike, I followed Cedric to his house.
“I’ll be back,” he said when we got there, kicking down the stand. He didn’t take long and came out with a pack of his own holding a. He changed into a tank top and his swim shorts. Cedric got on his bike. Once again following him this time to the beach he was talking about.
Riding my bike always gives me peace, the wind in my hair, the distant noise of birds, the view. I’d go biking over flying on brooms anyday. I feel free riding, always have.
We arrived there in no time, locking our bikes on the railing. I had to give him credit, It was a nice beach. It was like rocky meets sand in a perfect way; it was peaceful, not a lot of people were here and that made me relax. I’m not a fan of lots of people in one place.
We set up a blanket and we stripped down to our swimsuits. Cedric brought out a Quaffle he took from the school and we started to play volleyball in the water, let’s just say I crushed him by a million points. He was a poor loser and picked me up. I squealed as he proceeded to throw me into the water.
It was quiet for a moment before I came up for air squirting salt water at him. The salt from the water was bitter on my tongue. I laughed, slashing more water at his dry skin. He had a feral look on his face just before he splashed me with a giant wave. I just started a war by accident, and I was losing hard core. Y/N, you idiot.
The war continued for a while until I caught him off guard by tackling him into the water. We laughed when we reached the surface, still holding each other. I looked into his eyes, Cedric’s eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Like the ocean, calm and warm burning with desire. He was holding me close, and he was so warm. I wanted him to hold me forever.
He’s your best friend, physically and emotionally. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. With that thought I cleared my throat. Cedric let go of me immediately without telling me, his eyes leaving mine. I fell into the water not ready when he let go. Gasping when my head popped up from the water. He apologised, helping me up.
We went to our little camp and dried off. We were a little hungry, luckily we brought food. I got peaches and two cans of cola, and Cedric brought leftovers from last night. We chatted, and he tried apologising again for dropping me in the water. I was still a little annoyed. We were the only ones there now. Eating the peaches instead of eating the food he brought.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you want to surf?” he asked, looking at me with the expression he has when he’s serious. Crap.
“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that,” I dismissed, looking down.
“Y/N please tell me,” he pleaded, giving me the puppy dog eyes that make me melt. Damn you Cedric!
“Cedric.. I- I don’t- I can’t,” I stuttered not being able to speak over the title wave of grief that hit me like a ton of bricks.
“I love you, if you don’t want to tell me that’s okay, but if you want to I’ll be right here for you if you need me,” Cedric said, letting it go a bit. Holding my hand with a look that made my heart stop. Did he just say he loved me?
“Well you know my dad?” I said, looking down. Tears welled in my eyes thinking of him.
“Yeah,” Cedric nodded.
“He.. he didn’t leave me when I was nine, he.. He died in a grindylow attack while he was out on the water with me out on his surfboard trying to teach me how to surf,” I said, sniffling and just about to cry.
Before I could wipe away my tears Cedric lifted my head, his index finger under my chin and wiped my tears with his thumb. He pulled me into his chest, hugging me tight while I cried my heart out. My tears dripped onto his shoulder. He kept whispering comforting words into my ears. He pulled me onto his lap so he could hold me closer. Telling me to let it all out. I sobbed for what felt like hours until I finally stopped. He never let me go, he just kept his hold on me. It was comforting, I felt safe.
“Did you mean what you said? About you loving me?” I said, hoping I didn’t ruin the mood, remembering what he said.
He inhaled, then he exhaled.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.. I wanted to tell you properly, but I really do love you Y/N, ever since I saw you on the Hogwarts train. When you walked into my compartment all shy and cute, your hair was shorter, I couldn’t stop staring at you, you were and still are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. So yes I meant it with all my heart, I give it to you,” he poured out to me, twisting to see me better.
My heart sang. I didn’t know what to say. So I turned to kiss him. I tried to pour all my passion into that kiss. Sparks flew when we touched lips. He tasted sweet from the peaches we ate. We got into a better position with me straddling his lap, our lips still connected. When we parted we were both out of breath. Cheeks flushed. His eyes were swimming with so much love and adoration.
“Does this mean you love me too?” Cedric asked. Hands on my waist.
“Yes, I love you Cedric Diggory,” I breathed out, happier than ever to finally tell him my true feelings.
From that moment on, I knew we would never part.
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