Chapter 11 - Ignoring
Megan was not exactly correct in her estimate, she had grown more than three inches. When I found her in the shed she was 8'7", and by the end of that month she was 9'1". Even before she stopped growing she broke the 1000 pound scale. The only reason I didn't need to stand on my tiptoes to reach her breasts was that they had grown to be bigger than basketballs, and probably weighed about 100 pounds together. I could lift them one by one, but I had trouble lifting both. Which was a fact she now often exploited, putting her breasts on me while in bed and, in mock surprise watching me struggle to get out underneath them.
I was now spending increasingly more time at her place, except for the first part while she was still growing. We were both afraid I might end up in a hospital again. So instead we opted for regular visits to her place, and after a few hours I would wobble to the taxi, she even had to carry me to it a few times.
I tried studying for an exam at her place once. She really wanted me to stay at her place over the weekend, and she promised to take care of me while I studied. But after a few hours she had, as all 19 year old girls do lost her patience.
"Joeeyy, my nipples feel like they are on fire. I need someone to spray them so they can cool off."
"Meg, you promised I could study. I really have to get this damn studying done this weekend. If I let you have your way with me I won't be able to move until tomorrow."
"Oh.. come on I promise I'll be gentle. You're not going to miss a chance to get fucked by a 1000 pound of tits, ass and raging teenage hormone. Are you?" She says, opening her legs, putting her hand in her pants and then licking her fingers with her foot long tongue, and sucking it invitingly holding her breasts with the other hand.
The kind of sight which made my heart beat as if I was having a heart attack. But I really had to finish this work. It was my last exam this year, and I knew I could make it if I stood my ground and remained concentrated. So I stomped my foot; well first I had to get off the chair, and said:
"Enough Megan, you promised to let me study, now please leave me alone!"
"OK, Joey! I won't bother you then, you study if you want to." she said stomping her foot, which shook the whole house and stormed out of the room.
Just as I was getting back into my problems she was back, wearing a top and bottom thick gray cotton sweat suit. One of those suits which pretended to hide everything but hung on each curve swaying with each of her steps. And on Megan the suit seemed outmatched on most of her body. At least she was't wearing heels which she normally did when she wanted to fuck me, because in her words she really lowed to tower over me as much as she could.
"Don't mind me I'll just do a little workout to keep fit. I won't bother you at all I know you need your concentration."
And taking out a jumping rope from her pocket she begins skipping right there in the living room, each skip slightly vibrating the whole house, thumping heavily like a distant pile driver. This in turn causes her body to sway and jiggle in impossible ways, her ass stretching the fabric, thighs growing pulsing on impact And on top her breasts swaying as if she wore nothing underneath, her nipples slowly starting to grow from the friction, forming thick shot glass sized hills on her track suit.
"What's the matter tiny, aren't you supposed to be studying. Or am I distracting you?" she says, and as she does I notice I am staring at her intently, completely forgetting my task. I tried, really desperately to concentrate, but with the overwhelming display of jiggling flesh and her shaking the whole house it was near impossible. This continued for some 20 minutes until she worked up some sweat although still not winded.
"Wooh, this is tiring, maybe I should have a drink." She says swaying her body to the kitchen passing by me.
With my back turned to her I can hear her rummaging through the closets and a few heavy footsteps, and see a giant foot appear next to my right side and the next to my left side. Looking up I can see her sweat track tightly pulled into a camel toe several inches above my head, and way, way up a pair of giant breasts stretching her clothes.
This was a new thing for her, she noticed she was big enough to stand completely over me when I was sitting, and with inches to spare. It was always a humbling experience to stand between two 50" pillars of power as they twitched warmly from the training. I swear she always flexed those monsters a bit just to scare the living shit out of me.
"I thought you might want some as well, and also I know how much you like it when I squeeze fresh fruit for you." she said plating an empty glass in front of me and casually crushing an apple above it. I remembered how she had done the same thing when we had first met, completely shocking me. And was surprised to notice how much smaller the apple seemed in her hand now, and how different her goal is now from then.
"My it's hot in here!" she said and dropped her large track suit in my lap.
She was wearing a black lace bra, but her breasts were so heavy, and nipples so big it looked like she had nothing on under the track suit.
"Let me just interrupt you a second, what do you think honey does my ass seem a bit to big to you? Cause I have been neglecting it lately." She says making a half step forward and crouching to lower her massive posterior in front of my face, blocking everything else.
"N..no Meg..no it's perfect."
"Really, why thank you, Joey." she says stepping back and lifting me and the chair for a hug from the back, accidentally breaking the chair into pieces and pressing her heavy warm breasts into around my head.
"Ohh.. sorry about that, guess you'll have to take a new one. I guess I don't know my own strength." She emphasizes this by stretching her wonderful body as far as it can go.