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.
not even god can understand a girl with a tote bag
Is this a reference to packing everything in the tote? I do that too, I like to be prepared. God understands that I need my book and notepad, my water bottle and my snack, my shawl, my brush, my lipstick and my hand cream, my wallet and my keys etc. God made girls…and big bags
I could have written the question. How satisfying is it to read such a lovely answer!
I play the good girl really, really well. I suppose I should have that role down cold by now; I get plenty of practice living as her almost every single day. It’s like the ultimate in method acting.
But when I get to play the bad girl (or, rather, when I get to let my inner bad girl out to play)… oh, she’s way more fun. The only question is whether or not someone is adventurous enough to discover how to release her.
My suppressed secret slut—my raw, unrestrained, uninhibited sexual id in her truest form—spends most of her time chained down. (And not in a fun way.) I’m not even sure I have my own copy of the key; if I do, I think I misplaced it long ago. But if someone else happens to be carrying that key, or even just manages to pick the lock… well, that’s when things get reallyinteresting.
Actually, that’s not the only question. There’s one more, and it’s very important: Whether or not someone knows how to handle her once she’s set free. Once the restraints come off, she can be… feisty. (Among other things.) She needs someone with a firm hand, a steel will, and a sharp mind to keep her in line.
Don’t unleash her unless you’re adequately prepared to deal with her. But if you are… well, you’ll see for yourself.
“Touch me with your depths. penetrate my mind. Go down on my thoughts, taste my perception. Kiss these lips with your words. Enter me with your intellect, alone.” | sub-Textural |
