Giantess Growth Stories Novels & Stories

But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move! Wendy heard voices outside the storeroom. Gaxgs deep voice sounded and someone else’s voice would reply; it was another deep voice. Wendy realized now that the other deep voice conversing with Gaxgs belonged to the Irish giant. The Irish giant was exactly 8 feet tall. But even that giant was intimidated by Gaxgs: His whole appearance was human, except his face was strange and out-worldly. He drew power from the life-force of the pesky Outsiders and the more they multiplied the more powerful he becomes. If he could substitute the entire population of the world for Outsiders, he would become virtually unstoppable.

I pinned my gaze on her and asked, “Do you always come with someone interesting?” “My question, Linden.” “My name is Gabe Linden.” “Gabe short for Gabriel?” “Yes.” “So, Gabriel. Tell me what did you find out about me.” “You have twenty million followers on I*******m. You founded Star Cosmetics and Star Activewear. You became one of the youngest self-made billionaires.” “Wow.” She didn’t look impressed with my findings. “People look at me as one of those repo kids, and you don’t?” “Self-made, Estelle.”

Billina looked at her grandmother in astonishment then back to her twin sister when she continued, "And no one noticed you?" "No, some people did," Bessie spoke casually and after a pause, she added, "In fact, many people were congratulating me for having a baby and getting engaged." "The Conor guy said something about my precious hair," she complained roaming a hand on her blonde hair. "Your hair? What happened to your hair?" Jules asked and she replied by saying, "Can I have a bath?" "Lora!" Billina shouted and a female dressed in a pencil skirt with a formal shirt, hair tied up in a professional bun, gave a curtsy to the boss.

she announced as she stepped out. Tristan turned and his face lit up. “Mom,” he breathed, awed, “do you model? You look like those models on Vogue.” Cassie laughed softly. Her body was not an accident. It was discipline, years of sweat and resolve. Fitness had become her anchor after the weight she gained during Rose’s pregnancy. Losing it, keeping it off, had birthed the CasRoe fitness blog, which had grown into the CasRoe Wellness Center. “I don’t model,” she said warmly, brushing his hair. “You’re such a charmer.”

Ethan's at the door, restraining her from gaining access into the house. "Ethan let her in." Denver commands, helping me into one of the sofas. When she steps into the room, my mouth parts in a gasp. Gia used to be a slender chick, yes, but not like this. Her leopard print skirt hangs loosely from her waist, her stomach a little too sunken through the loosely hanging crop top she's putting on. Her hair's been cut into a bob and she's wearing those ridiculous boots she always loved on her feet. Eden walks over to her, placing her hands around her. The girl's grown significantly, towering over her mother in height and size.

The door was closed before I even had the chance to open my mouth. I walked out of that meeting feeling like a failure, but I didn’t give up. I couldn’t. It wasn’t an option and with Maleek and Aaliyah by my side, my resolve only grew stronger. I kept pushing, kept trying. And eventually, something changed. My brand started to grow. Slowly at first, but eventually, it gained traction. After four years of struggle, it finally felt like my time had come. I had become well known and recognized globally for my excellence.

Of all the times to forget a ponytail holder…. “That’s right,” I say, fighting more tears. “What if it leaves a giant, gaping hole in my who-ha, and you guys can’t even feel me anymore? You’ll get tired of me, you’ll find someone else, and you’ll all leave me! Isn’t it enough that my body has had to stretch to the size of Mt. Vesuvius to accommodate all of these fucking babies? Now I’ve got to create a cavern between my legs so that they can make their grand entrance to the world!”

Haste made waste, after all. She read my report carefully. For a moment, she seemed to take it seriously. I took it as a sign that she might actually follow my advice and level out her pace. That didn't last long. Within two weeks, she took on three massive orders from three different clients. Edge's growth jumped another 15%, and she asked for an 8-million-dollar loan without hesitation. That night, Hera was brimming with pride. She looked like a general returning from the greatest victory in history.

After all, it was just a weird miracle that my junk would still continue growing despite me almost hitting my 30s, and no woman would ever turn down a big junk. So, when we first realized the situation, we were still having a lot of fun and Sabrina was still begging me to plough into her night after night to fill her up. And every time, I was able to satisfy her by bringing her to heights she never thought she could reach. However, my size simply wouldn't stop growing in length and girth, and it was beginning to reach an alarming size. Sabrina didn't want it anymore. In fact, she was beginning to be scared of it.

The past few months had turned Tessa into something she once thought impossible. At eight months pregnant, she moved with soft new curves and a warmth that seemed to radiate from her. She often felt insecure, muttering about her weight and size. To Nathan, it was like watching a Greek goddess carry life. Every curve, every inch of skin he kissed every night was living proof of the miracle inside her, their child. To him, without question, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.