Big Surprises (Mini-GTS/Gentle/18+)

[qzar9999]

Looks like she sucker-punched him. Hmm. Wonder if it'll do what she seems to expect it to do?

(And here I was hoping she was gonna drink more of it...Ah well...)

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

(And here I was hoping she was gonna drink more of it...Ah well...)

I don't know if I should keep commenting on these little observations but....

Dude, what kind of a GTS story would it be if the girl maxed out at 6'8"?

[qzar9999]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

I don't know if I should keep commenting on these little observations but....

Dude, what kind of a GTS story would it be if the girl maxed out at 6'8"?

It'd be a mini-GTS story...

Anyway I kinda figured she would EVENTUALLY. I just meant in the more immediate sense.

[Kerberos]

Originally Posted by pseudoclever

I don't know if I should keep commenting on these little observations but....

Dude, what kind of a GTS story would it be if the girl maxed out at 6'8"?

Personally I enjoy stories where the woman can still interact with the man on a more real level than her toppling houses and crushing cars. Not just for the hanky panky either.

I admit it's fun to read it indeed, but I find that it's the micro growth, say the changes in inches or less and the less than noticeable changes in muscle(and more often than not bust size) that I find engrossing about GTS and mini-GTS in particular.

That being said, it doesn't move beyond my interest until it passes say 12ft or so bring on the potion pseudo! You are a great story teller.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter Nine


My brain was running a little slow, and so it took me awhile to figure out exactly what was happening. By the time I had managed to put two and two together, Kristen had taken hold of my partially deflated cock, and was stroking between her fingers. Usually I hate to be touched like this immediately after an orgasm ? I'm far too sensitive. But for some reason that wasn't a problem this time; my manhood quickly sprang to life again under her gentle attention. Although her efforts might have been aided by the mysterious oily substance that she had poured on me. It felt as though my crotch was coated in slippery, warm syrup, and as she caressed me it was growing hotter and hotter. My nerves sang out with such clarity as I have never experienced before, and within seconds I found myself nearing another orgasm, bucking my hips in time to her motions.

In the midst of this ocean of pleasure I was becoming aware of an odd sensation. It was almost as though my girlfriend's hands were getting smaller, though that wasn't it exactly. For a moment I worried that the potion might be wearing off, and that Kristen was returning to her normal size. One glance at her dispelled this fear ? she was as big and as beautiful as ever, a living wet dream. I looked down at her in confusion, trying to figure out what was happening. What I saw made my jaw drop open in surprise. Kristen's hands weren't smaller ? my cock was getting bigger! It had already stretched out to a respectable eight inches, and looked as though it were still growing.

She caught my eye, and gave me a naughty grin. ?If I'm going to be such a big girl, I thought you might need a little bit of an upgrade to be able to satisfy me,? she explained. ?But I think I might have overdone it.? She started to stroke me faster, and I could feel a powerful heat radiating through my loins. ?I mean, just LOOK at you baby. What am I going to DO with all of that??

Good question. The better she was making me feel, the more my cock was reacting with the potion. I had to be at least ten inches now, and even in her enlarged state there was no way Kristen could handle all of that. Truth be told, there had been times in our relationship when even my decidedly average length had been too much for her.

Obviously, Kristen was a few steps ahead of me on this problem. ?Well, if you're going to get THIS much bigger...what's a poor girl like me to do?? She pretended to ponder this for a moment, then snapped her fingers. ?I've got it. What's good for the gander....? She brought her face down, resting her chin on my inner thigh. My member still dripped with excess potion, and as I stared on in wonder, she began to lick. ?...is good for the goose.?

She sucked my length into her mouth the best she could, only managing to take in the first couple of inches. I felt her tongue begin to swirl around the head dick, and the noise that came from me was not so much a moan as a shout of pleasure. Without removing me from her mouth, she climbed on to the bed beside me and positioned the lower half of her body next to my head. I could see little droplets of her juices glittering like dew on the edges of her lips, and I automatically reached out to touch her. My finger delicately traced the contours of her slit, and she thrust herself against me hungrily.

The walls of the room reverberated with the sounds of lovemaking. Our voices melded together, becoming one great cry of ecstasy. Kristen was growing again, her feet gradually approaching the edge of the bed as her body expanded. Watching this happen threw my libido into overdrive, and giving up all pretenses of teasing her, I thrust two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. She moaned, her voice somewhat muffled by my overlarge cock, and redoubled her efforts.

Kristen's body was surging ever larger, and she had to bend at the waist to keep her womanhood within my reach. I watched her breasts as they plumped outward, heaving and jiggling as she gasped for air. Eventually she rolled off the bed, and stood before me. I sat up, my mind a convoluted jumble of stimuli as I waited to see what she was going to do next. I wasn't in the best state of mind for doing geometry, but I guessed that she was easily more than seven feet tall now, perhaps as much as seven foot three.

?You know, when you first told me about this fantasy of yours, I didn't quite understand what you saw in this whole idea of having a girl be taller than you,? she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. Even in this position her head was a bit higher than mine. ?But now...I really think I could get used to this. I'm so much bigger than you, so much stronger. I can do whatever I want,? Kristen purred, running her fingernails down my stomach, to my inner thigh. ?And you can't stop me. Not that you'd want to anyway.? She took me in her mouth again, licking my manhood like a lolly pop. It took me a moment to realize that she was trying to make me extra wet, lubricating me in a thick layer of her saliva. I thought I knew what was coming...I hoped, I prayed I knew....

I did. She arched her back, hefting her massive bosom forward, and pressed her soft, succulent mounds directly into my crotch. Kristen began to gyrate her hips, moving her body up and down so that my cock slid against the sides of her wondrous breasts. ?Bet you never thought I'd be able to do this with my little B-cups, huh baby?? she asked, her eyes smoldering with lust. She brought her hands up to press her boobs together, squeezing me tightly between them. It was indescribable bliss. I've never been with a girl who was well endowed enough do this to me. Being a bit of a breast man, I've always wondered what it might be like. Kristen's performance was beyond my wildest expectations. The look of triumph of her face told me she was enjoying it too.

There were other ways I could tell how much fun she was having. Kristen's head was at least two inches higher than it had been when she'd started, and her bust, already as big as any I had ever seen, continued to swell around me. She could clearly feel this happening, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she let the sensation of growth overtake her. For the time being, neither of us cared how freakishly tall Kristen was becoming, or about all the problems it was sure to present. Ours was a two person universe, with no room for thought of anything or anyone else.

She inhaled the tip of my penis into her mouth, all the while rubbing her luscious breasts along my shaft. Even as big as my cock had become, I was absolutely lost in the acreage of her cleavage. She abruptly pressed herself hard into the base of my manhood and nibbled at the skin just under my head, and that was all I could take. I came, for the second time in ten minutes. Kristen swallowed every drop, her body spurting larger with each mouthful.

I felt myself go limp. I fell backward but she reached out to catch me, grabbing hold of my shoulders. With her hand propping me up, she climbed to her feet. I looked up at her wearily. The word ?big? didn't do her justice. She had to be more than eight feet tall, and there wasn't a single millimeter of her that was anything less than perfect. Her breasts were huge, supple orbs of desire incarnate, and the curve of her hips could've made an hourglass jealous.

Every part of my body was tingling, my head felt as though it were full with thick, sticky molasses. For the moment I was content to sit here with my girlfriend and bask in the afterglow. Kristen, it seemed, had other things on her mind.

?I hope you don't think you're done, little man,? she snarled. ?Because you still have a whole lot of woman to satisfy.? She started down at me, arms crossed, brows furrowed. The impression was one of a prison guard, or a playground bully. And...there was something about her eyes. I could see a dark glint of steel within them, something I have never seen there before and hope never to see again. My stomach clenched, my palms began to sweat ? I felt awfully small all of a sudden.

Still glaring at me, Kristen put one finger on the center of my chest, and with a little flick of her wrist she pushed. Either she didn't know her own strength, or she was really trying to show me who was boss. In either case, I felt myself fly backward, landing spread eagle on the bed. Grinning evilly she climbed onto the mattress, the springs groaning in protest, and positioned her colossal body above me. I looked up ? and up ? at her, the first real tendrils of fear starting to creep into my heart. Her smile widened, the cold look still in her eyes, and with a quick motion she thrust her crotch into my face. A strange cry of animal terror came from my throat, and I threw my hands up in horror.

[LOD]

Poor little guy

Even in the face of danger you need to let yourself go and plunge into your fantasies headfirst.

[pseudoclever]

Chapter Ten


Kristen reacted to my cry instantly. Her body snapped away from me, almost as though she'd been stung. Her expression softened, first becoming one of confused incomprehension, then sad-eyed regret, and finally embarrassment. “I just...I thought....” She trailed off, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. There she sat, facing away from me, staring off into space.

I wanted to say something, anything to comfort her. Try as I might, I couldn't think of anything. After a long silence I awkwardly made my way over to where my titanic girlfriend sat and rested my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at my touch, turning away from me, but I followed.

“Kristen, it's....”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don't say that....”

“I never meant for that to happen, I was only....”

“IT'S OKAY!” I shouted at her, my hands clenching into fists. She looked at me, mouth opened in shock, and for a moment we simply stared at each other. Then she shook her head sadly.

“The reason...the only reason I wanted to do this, was because you had the balls to tell me about your fantasy. I know you were ashamed, and it was hard. But you trusted me. I wanted to do this to make you happy, to show you how much I appreciated that.

“But now...just look at me. I'm a giant!” She let out a long, anguished sigh. “And you're afraid of me! Being so big wouldn't bother me if you liked me this way, but...”

“Kristen, I like – I love YOU. I loved you when you were five three, and I love you now. I'd want you at any height. But for the record, I like this...you being so tall, I mean. It turns me on more than you could possibly imagine. You're so attractive I can barely stand it.”

Her face brightened slightly. “Then why did you just shriek in terror when I came at you? You looked like you wanted to die.”

“First of all, I DID NOT shriek.”

“Yes you did! It was the girliest....”

“SECOND OF ALL,” I continued, smiling wryly. “I just...I don't know, I wanted to snuggle.” She stifled a giggle, and I ignored it. “You kicked that dominatrix act of yours into the next gear, and as much as I've been loving it tonight...I wasn't ready. Besides, you'd just grown like, a foot in sixty seconds. It was all happening a little too fast.”

“Okay...I'll take it easy next time. Thanks for talking me down baby.”

“Any time. Big girls shouldn't cry, after all.” She laughed at my terrible joke, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. A huge wall of boob-flesh collided with my face, staggering me back, but I was loving every second of it. Kristen sat down on the bed and held me tenderly, stroking my hair and cooing softly. On one hand, being held like this by my eight foot girlfriend made me feel tiny and insignificant. But far more powerful was the sense of being safe and secure in her arms.

For a long time we sat like this, neither of us saying anything. Eventually Kristen broke the silence. “So when you originally told me about your fantasy, you talked about liking girls who were A LITTLE taller than you,” she said, her chest vibrating pleasantly as she spoke. “I know you just said that it doesn't matter to you but...what do you think about me being this big?”

I considered my words carefully. “Well,” I began, speaking slowly. “It's true that when I said I was in to larger girls, I meant more in the six two to six four range. You're way bigger than that, obviously. It's weird, but I think for some reason...I really, really like it. I don't understand why to be honest, but it just makes me so excited to watch you grow. Rationally, once you got above, say, six foot six, you were already too much for me to deal with. But yeah, I like it. Maybe it's a control thing, or maybe it's just because there's more of you to love. Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to know how you felt. And I'm glad to hear you say that, because I've been feeling the same way. I told you in the shower that I was getting in to it. Granted, I was only a bit over six feet tall back then. God that seems like an eternity ago, doesn't it?

“It's...sort of the same thing that you were saying. I probably shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but there's just something about the idea of outgrowing everybody and everything, getting sexier, more powerful. I guess it makes me feel special. Like I'm somebody important.”

“Kristen, listen to me. You are special. You always have been.” I leaned back so I could look into the blue-green pools of her eyes. “You're smart, and caring. You know how to make people do their job. I'll admit you can be a little quirky sometimes....” She narrowed her eyes, as if daring me to say more. “But really that just adds to your charm.” She kissed my forehead and nuzzled the top of my head with her cheek. Once more we sat in silence, but this time an idea had started to form in the back of my head, rising up from the depths of my unconscious.

“Excuse me hun, need to use the bathroom,” I said finally. Kristen released me, and I took the short walk to the restroom. As I answered a call of nature, I considered my plan. It was risky. In fact, if it backfired the results could be absolutely disastrous. Once again, the forces of rationality lined up against the onslaught of my primal urges. It was no contest.

Employing all my stealth skill, I crept back into the bedroom. Kristen was lying on her back staring at the ceiling and, belly-crawling across the carpet, I managed to make it to the bedside table unseen. I picked up the brown ceramic jar, and silently made my way back into the bathroom.

Having successfully avoided detection, I opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small plastic bottle that was a third full of a thick bluish oil. I unscrewed the top, smelling the distinctive, pungent odor of the substance inside, and mixed in all the remaining growth potion. The contents of the bottle turned an ominous green color – bad sign. Still, there was no way I was backing out of this. “Honey,” I called, walking back to the bedroom. “I've got a big surprise for you.”
---------------End Act 2---------------------

Big Surprises will be concluded...Sunday.

[Ninja In The Night]

Very very nice indeed, Psuedoclever, I cannot wait to see the conclusion. I also liked how you talked her out of Dominatrix mode.

[LOD]

This is so exciting!!

This Sunday will be the best ever

[qzar9999]

Hmmm...Massage oil, maybe?

I suppose I'll find out when I read the next bit.

[SinisterTwin]

I'm lovin' this so far.

[pseudoclever]

And now, the conclusion of Big Surprises


?Honey,? I called, walking back to the bedroom. ?I've got a big surprise for you.?

?What's that?? she said, starting to sit up.

?I just said, it's a surprise. Lie down, close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you.?

?Ooooh, exciting,? she said, complying with my request. Lifting the bottle of green liquid, I marveled at the way it refracted light passing through it, almost like a prism. Time to find out just what this stuff could do.

Several months earlier I had made an impromptu trip to the grocery store one night after work, and remembered that I was all out of condoms. As I was trying to decide whether to get the ones that were ribbed for her pleasure or extra thin or mine, I spied a new product on the shelf in a small, unassuming box. For some reason it caught my eye, and I picked it up to get a better look.

The name of the product, as displayed in elegant gold script on the packaging, was Zestra. The label made the dubious claim to increase female sensitivity threefold, using ?a unique blend of ancient herbal and modern scientific compounds.? Checking the price tag, I saw it was outrageously expensive ? twenty dollars for a tiny bottle!

I held the box in my hand for a quite awhile, just looking at it. In these situations I tend to do a sort of cost-benefit analysis. I weighed the value I would place in such a product, divided by the price, multiplied by the fractional chance that it would actually do what it promised. In the end I was swayed more by the fact that I'd just had a great day on the road, making more than double my usual tip money, than by any real belief. Hope springs eternal, I suppose.

Much to my surprise, Zestra worked exactly as advertised, and boy did it ever make for an interesting evening. The only problem was that the high price made using it regularly infeasible ? as it turned out, twenty dollars only bought enough for about three uses. So I had kept it, like a silver bullet, for nights that I really wanted to make special.

There had only been one dose of Zestra left in the bottle, and I had just filled it back to the brim with her growth potion. For a moment I reconsidered my plan. That had been one hell of a lot of potion. Besides that, there was no way to know how these two substances ? one scientific, one magical ? would interact. It was entirely possible that I was about to make a horrible mistake. Yet once again, as loudly as my logical brain made these arguments, my decision had already been made.

I stepped forward to stand before my enormous girlfriend and, setting my jaw in determination, turned the bottle upside down above her. It began to drip out onto Kristen's pelvis, and slowly trickled down to coat the puffy pink lips of her vagina. She gasped, squirming around in a way that was impossibly cute for a girl of her prodigious size, but dutifully kept her eyes shut.

I bent down to massage the oily substance into her womanhood, knowing that I had only to bide my time now. My skin was being enveloped by an electric tingling sensation where the mixture had touched me, almost as though it was charged with a vast amount of potential energy. A strange sort of calm enveloped me. The only things I was aware of were the feel of my fingertips caressing her slit, the sound of her breathing, and the rise and fall of her gigantic chest.

At first I was mostly concerned with making sure that Kristen absorbed every single drop of the lotion. Soon I could see the tell-tale signs of Zestra doing its thing. Her clit was swelling larger ? that is, even larger than an eight foot girl would already have. Her lips were turning a deeper red. She was fidgeting back and forth uncomfortably. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps. Time to take it up a level.

I pressed the flat of my palm against her pussy, the opening now as big across as my hand, and ground against her. ?Oh, oh god Justin. It's...it's amazing.? She was practically writhing on the bed before me, her head lolling about as she lost herself in ecstasy. I gradually slid two fingers inside her, pushing in as deep as I could reach before just as slowly pulling out again. I continued this pattern, adding a jerk of my wrist here or a press into her g-spot there, whatever I felt was appropriate. And all the while I was building up speed, moving faster, and faster.

I was so engrossed in my work that it was long time before I realized just how much she had grown. It was the sound of her moans that broke me from my trace, specifically the way they were reverberating off the walls with ear-splitting volume. The bed was creaking loudly, and her legs, hanging over the edge, were creeping across the floor as they lengthened. Kristen's breasts had grown so much that, laying prone as she was, I could no longer see her face over them. I guessed that she was nine feet tall now, and still just getting warmed up. It was too early to know the full consequences of my actions. All I could tell was that she was going to be big. The biggest girl ever to exist, by a wide margin. And she was all mine.

?Kristen,? I whispered in my most seductive voice. She lifted herself up to stare at me, her eyes wild and untamed like a lioness on the African savannah. ?I just wanted to make sure you knew that you were growing. I mixed your growth potion in with the last of the Zestra.? Her eyes widened in surprise. ?You're growing Kristen,? I repeated, as she continued to give out little grunts and moans of pleasure. ?You're growing so big, growing so fast. And I love every single inch of you.?

She smiled at me, and it was without a doubt the happiest smile I've ever seen. ?Baby...ooh...I...I love you too.?

?I'm glad. Now let's see just how much bigger we can make you.? I began to thrust deep inside her again, stroking her pussy with renewed vigor. Three fingers, then four. She was surging up so fast now that I kept having to get out of the way of her expanding body. Kristen was making our Queen-sized bed look tiny, its entire surface only just big enough to hold her torso. She was absolutely soaking wet, her juices squirting out freely and covering my hands, arms and stomach. I had never seen her like this before. It might have been the effects of the Zestra, or the growth serum. But if you ask me, I think that in this case, power was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Kristen was at least ten feet tall. She thrashed around on the bed, screaming at the top of her lungs as an unimaginable amount of pleasure wracked her body. I started to worry for my safety ? it would be so easy for her to lift one of her legs and accidently kick me on the side of the head. The only thing I could do was stay right where I was and hope for the best. Besides, I was utterly enthralled with the sight of her growth, and I had a front row view.

My hands were a blur as I touched her, my entire fist entering her over and over again while my other hand fondled her gigantic clitoris. The tenor of her moans changed, her body jerked and spasmed, and with an earth-shattering howl she came. The bed finally gave out beneath her as she swelled larger, the legs breaking off as it crashed to the floor. A thick stream of her come spayed out, soaking my entire body in her slippery, pungent liqueur.

Kristen lifted her head, her face flushed and covered with sweat. ?Alright, enough playing around,? she growled menacingly. ?You. Inside me. Right now.? She extended her long, muscular arms and with no apparent effort lifted me off the floor. Kristen was twelve feet tall now, twice my size, and several times stronger. And yet as she picked me up she was as gentle as a lamb.

She drew me toward her, positioning my body between her legs, then with a tiny flick of her wrists pushed my cock inside her. We moaned in unison as our bodies met in this most ancient and magical act of human kind. Kristen's pussy was beyond belief, so warm and velvety soft, and it took all my self control not to come in the first five seconds.

I was glad to have my enhanced manhood to work with here, but even so, she had grown so much.... Taking our relative sizes into account, my ten inch cock would have seemed much smaller to her now than my six inch had when she was normal size. The moment this thought crossed my mind I felt her powerful vaginal muscles flex, tightly squeezing my cock. My girlfriend had a solution for every problem.

Kristen had maneuvered herself to place her back against one wall of the room, and when I turned I could see that her legs were getting close to reaching all the way to the opposite wall. My head, which had previously come to rest on the soft mounds of her breasts, had now slipped as low as her sternum. She must have been growing at an unbelievable speed. At the same time, I could feel a powerful tingling in my manhood. Despite her tremendous size, Kristen's pussy was beginning to feel a little snug. Two could play at the growing game, it seemed.

She seemed to almost glow with a kind of mystical aura of sensuality. Her body dripped with sweat, her juices were leaking out all over me. The smell of her body was everywhere, and I couldn't get enough of it. Both of us were crying out in exaltation. ?Oh god Kristen, you're so beautiful...I'm...nggh...gonna come!?

?Me too...come with me baby!? I looked deep into the twin oceans that were her eyes, feeling this capsule of reality floating away in the jumbled chaos of the universe.

I have a personal belief about time, though the science may not exist to support it. Every moment of our lives that passes doesn't just disappear into the ether, never to return. Somewhere it still exists, like a frame in the slide show of reality. It gives me comfort to think that, in some dimension, this particular moment is still going on, and will continue to do so forever. If there is such a thing as a heaven, perhaps it simply means that when I die I will get to return to that frame, and spend a happy eternity reliving it.

We lay together, gasping for the sweat breath of life. Kristen lifted me from her chest with one titanic hand and placed me on her stomach. Comfortable and warm, I rested my head on the pillows of her wondrous breasts. From this position I found that even if I stretched out as far as I could with my feet, I couldn't quite reach her bellybutton.

She was still pressing her back against the wall, and in order to fit in the room she'd had to slide down and fold up her knees into what looked like an extremely awkward position. With a quick mental calculation, I realized that she was perhaps twenty, if not twenty five feet tall. She was looking down at me with an exhausted, bemused expression, seeming more interested in how I was reacting than anything else. ?Well,? she sighed at last. ?You DID say you love tall chicks.?

?Correction,? I said, rolling over and hugging her the best I could. ?I love A tall chick.? She petted me tenderly. I paused, trying to decide how best to bring up an issue I'd been worrying about. ?There is a way for us to get back to normal, isn't there??

Her silence was deafening. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for her to respond. At long lost, I felt more than heard her chuckle beneath me. ?De la cura, viene el dinero,? she murmured.

?What??

?Remember I told you how the shaman gave me a great deal on this potion??

I felt a lump building in my throat. ?Yeah??

?Before I went to see Alonso, my co-worker had a warning about him. Or more specifically, about the way shamans do business. He said, 'De la cura, viene el dinero.' Roughly translated, it means, 'All the profit is in the antidotes.'?
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Thanks for reading everybody. My next project is in the works, and at this point all I want to say is that it's multi-genre, different from everything else I've done, and really, really big. Oh, and it'll take quite awhile to get together, and it won't go up until it's done.

BTW, as much as I love all the positive comments, constructive criticism makes the next installment better.

Until next time!