Emily(21) and Ethan(28) were into they're second year together. Living together for one full year. It started off so well as these things often do. Ethan had been a great listener, sometimes a little closed off, but generally attentive and by far the best lay Emily ever had. Emily had only had two previous relationships, at 5'1" she was inclined to feel vulnerable and was slow to put herself out there. There was no shortage of suitors, she had a tiny waist, a perfect little ass, D cups that looked too big for her tiny frame and a face that was fairy like in both its structure and resting expression. Her previous partners where pretty effeminate guys, Ethan was a big departure from them. He is six foot of solid muscle, Emily had felt so safe with him. She tended to attract wierdos, there had been three stalkers and two flashers up to when she met Ethan. Men that would spot her in public and become obsessed. The police new her well enough to have a nickname for her, the "Minx". They joked that she couldn't expect to be left alone whilst walking around looking like an AI sexdoll. On one occasion she noticed an officer getting hard as she reported the actions of the latest flasher. Emily was at the end of her tether with men when she met Ethan. But Ethan seemed like a godsend, her sweet protector, with him she would never feel vulnerable again, or so she thought.
The day Emily moved into Ethan's apartment was a heady mix of box lifting, ass grabbing, Chinese food and the best sex she ever had. Ethan was not only taller and more muscular than her previous partners but had a significantly larger appendage and Emily appreciated the difference. She had only ever seen one bigger, unfortunately it belonged to one of her flashers. It scared her at first, putting 8 inches into such a tiny thing was a concern, but Ethan had been a slow and deliberate lover. However, this started to change soon after she moved into his apartment. He would go into moods for a week at a time and display sudden fits of rage. Sexually he became significantly less caring. This culminated with an actual physical attack followed by 3 months of sweetness and light. Emily didn't report the attack to the police at the time, Officer hard-on did not seem like a worthwhile avenue. But three months had gone by, and Ethan had been on his best behaviour, so his suggestion to go on a holiday in the wilderness was not entirely crazy.
Ethan organised the whole holiday, a week in a picturesque cabin by a lake in the woods. They drove for hours on dirt roads to arrive at the reception area for the little sylvan resort of six cabins at a lake. Emily slept for the last two hours, which was good, as she would freak her out if she knew just how isolated they were. They were met in a small reception hut by a large woman in her forties, she must have been 6'2", She couldn't have been a more contrasting figure to Emily who stood between Ethan and the giantess. She introduced herself as Ash(42) and made Emily feel very welcome and relaxed, she had a very motherly attitude, and explained how all the facilities of the Cabin worked. She told them they would be the only guests for the week but asked them not to approach some large sheds on the property for safety reasons, but something about the warning seemed off, this struck Emily perhaps more than it should, but there was an air of mystery now that piqued Emily's interest.
She handed them two keys and called out to her son Tommy (18) to assist them with their bags. A few moments later Tommy appeared at the door, more precisely Tommy fully eclipsed the door. As Tommy entered the Hut it felt like the space just halved, Emily in full shock and awe stumbled backwards into Ash's pendulous breasts. Tommy stood a full 7'3", Jesus Christ thought Emily, we are in bigfoot country. Tommy was a massive collection of outsized proportions. Emily could not help but draw comparisons, his hands where just plain double the size of Ethan's in both length and width, his shoulders were so wide they had to be manoeuvred through the door. He was wearing very baggy dungarees, 'they gotta be custom made' thought Emily, he was not wearing a top underneath and this gave Emily a view of his very muscular limbs and a solid set of pecs. For the first time ever she looked at Ethan and he looked fragile.
Tommy picked up the bags and carried them the short hike to the cabin. From behind his back flexed and rippled as his sinuous muscle looked so alive, 'Its alive' thought Emily as she was reminded of a past sexual fantasy wherein Frankenstein became her pet and squashed her foe between love making sessions. Ethan who was walking in front looked around and she blushed immediately. He grimaced, she had been rumbled in her live action fantasy. They reached the cabin and as Ethan closed the door, he immediately accused Emily of fawning over their giant hostesses ginormous son. "I bet you want to know what is in his pants?" roared Ethan.
