I was never a huge fan of football, and yet I recently found myself the quarterback of our high school team. It turns out that last month, besides turning 18, I also grew past the 9 foot mark. 9 feet, 3 inches last I checked though I seem to be growing fast. Maybe you'd expect me to play basketball, but I'm more than tall, I also weigh around half a ton. It's all muscle too, I'm shredded like you wouldn't believe.
I have no idea how I got that way; I hardly exercise, I guess I do eat a ton, almost literally. My upper arms alone are about the size of a grown man's torso and my legs are almost twice as thick. My friend Allie jokes that my breasts are bigger than hers, and hers are enormous.
My high school begged me to join and this year I finally did. The coach tried to explain the rules to me but I could only focus on the cheerleaders' simultaneous practice.
"James," he growled. I tore my eyes away from the cheerleaders soaring through the air and looked down at him. His head barely made it up to my bellybutton. "Are you listening?"
"Yeah, I just thought there'd be more kicking and goalies and--"
"It's *American* football James."
"Yeah well maybe they should call it something else."
"Ha!" the coach barked, scowling. "No one's ever told that joke before!" He shoved the football roughly into my enormous hand which closed almost entirely around it. "Take this. Run forward. Don't fall." That was the extent of my first practice. The game was the next day.
On the day of the game, we walked onto the field and all lined up. When the play started, they handed me the ball which I palmed in one hand. With my free hand I lifted the opposing team's player in front of me, put him down next to me, and took off. By the time I reached the touchdown zone, I had about seven players hanging off my arms and legs.
"Fuckin' freak," I heard one of them say. The team forfeited immediately afterwards. As we were walking off the field, my friend Allie ran up to me, still wearing her tight blue and white cheerleading outfit. She's about 5'4" with shoulder-length straight blond hair. She had the cutest little button nose and giant brown doe eyes. As I mentioned before, she has enormous breasts. E-cup at least. Even constrained and compressed by her sports bra they stood out impressively.
The most surprising thing about Allie today was that she was alone. "James!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my tree-trunk thighs which were so thick, her arms couldn't meet around the back. She pressed her head against my leg, agonizingly close to my penis.
I don't wear a jockstrap since there were none in my size. I would have to have one custom-made. Fortunately my package is so huge that if you bunch it up properly, the bulge resembles a jockstrap. The coach told me to keep it a secret but with Allie staying so close to it, I feared it wouldn't stay that way for much longer. I felt her press her shoulder into the spongey flesh of my flaccid penis and prayed that her posture was no accident.
"That was amazing!" she said tilting her head all the way back to look at me. She still had her arms wrapped around my leg. "How did it feel to carry seven players like it was nothing?"
I knew Allie from back in elementary school. I want to call us best friends but given her popularity, I fear that role's been filled. I was always tall for my age so I tried to stay hunched over in a futile attempt to fit in with the rest of the normal-sized kids. Whenever she caught me doing it, she would always make the same joke about me being Clark Kent trying to hide my true identity. And when I was with her, I felt like it was okay to stand up a bit straighter, even if I stuck out. But as she got more popular, she was always so busy. She never blew me off, and I understood her busy schedule, yet I couldn't help but be disappointed that we didn't spend as much time together as we used to.
"Well they were kind of heavy," I replied. I felt my penis expand a bit and suddenly give a little involuntary jump. Allie gasped, bit her lip, and pressed her shoulder into me harder.
"Yeah? It didn't look like it." Allie took one hand off my leg and started twirling her hair. "So I was, like, wondering if maybe you'd, like, want to come to a party I was throwing tonight?"
"Well, I kinda have a lot of homework and actually I'm really hungry--"
"Please?" she asked again, twirling her hair faster now. "I have something I want to show you and I'd *really* like it if you came."
"Well, okay."
"Great!" she exclaimed, her, and her breasts almost jumping together in excitement. "See you there." With that, she ran off.
I arrived at the party on time and Allie was the first to greet me.
"You made it! I'm so glad you're here!" she said while running up to huge me. My trunk is way too thick for her arms to even reach around my sides. So she instead wrapped them around as much of my left leg as she could. I could swear she was intentionally digging her shoulder into my giant balls.
"Come to my room" she said, "I've got something to show you." Her tiny hand could only wrap around about two of my fingers at once, which is exactly what she did as she led me to her bedroom. When we got there, I ducked and twisted my core to fit through her door. She closed it behind us.
"I hear a rumor that you're still a virgin." She twirled her hair again.
"Well," I begin stuttering, "I mean, well, you know, like--"
"Oh my God, you really are!"
Being my size, you'd think by now I wouldn't be a virgin. But I was. Growing up, I was always tall and awkward. My muscles didn't begin exploding off of me until puberty. I'd always had to endure--not exactly teasing--but at least ostracization. And I never quite gained confidence. Never needed it either. When you're over nine feet tall and about half a ton of muscle, people just kind of respect you. No confidence needed.
"This is going to be fun!" she giggled.
"Allie, I--what--"
She shushed me and grabbed the bottom of her tight shirt. "These are what I wanted to show you." She peeled off her shirt. Her large, bountiful breasts fell from her shirt, knocking together and jiggling. She tossed her shirt aside and walked closer to me. "You like them?" she asked hopefully.
"Wow," I said awestruck. "They're, uh, beautiful." I wanted to say that they were "the hottest damn things I've ever seen." and thank her profusely for showing them to me. I wanted to reach out with my massive hands and grab them. But for some reason I was still stuck in my "respect women" mode and those words and actions were, in my mind, off limits.
She stood there for a few minutes, her face falling, then she finally asked, "James are you gay?"
"What? No! Absolutely not--"
"So you just don't like my tits?"
"No! Of course I like them, they're beautiful!"
She stripped off the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked.
"My breasts, my body, my...*pussy*, are all yours. They belong to *you*. Don't you want to at least touch them? Maybe kiss them a little?"
Finally something in my mind clicked and I took a step towards her. Her face lit up. But I didn't grab her tits. My hands were so large, I grabbed her whole body with a single hand and tossed her onto her queen-sized bed. I swung my massive foot over it. My feet were on both sides of the bed and my giant package hovered over her body. As I leaned down to put my hands on her bed for support, the bed creaked and groaned in protest. Finally it snapped and cracked as it fell to the floor. Allie exhaled, squeaked, and shuddered as some juice leaked out of her naked pussy and soaked into the broken bed.
She reached up and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled them off for her along with my underwear. My cock and balls poured out slapping her in the tummy as my ball sack spread across her legs.
