Chapter 1: Introduction
The bell above the door chimed as Joe stepped into the bustling supermarket, his shopping list clutched tightly in his sweaty palms. He hated grocery shopping—the crowds, the noise, the endless aisles of food that served as a constant reminder of his lack of culinary skills. But it was a necessary evil, and he couldn't exactly afford to hire someone to do it for him. Not yet, at least.
He was lost in thought, trying to remember if he needed any bread, when he literally bumped into something—or someone. A pole? No, that wasn't right.
Poles didn't have shoulders, and this... thing... certainly had those. Wide, broad shoulders that made Joe feel like an ant standing next to a giant. He looked up, up, up, until he could see past the mountain of flesh to a face that was surprisingly gentle, framed by long, curly hair.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Joe stammered, taking a step back. "I was just... I didn't see you there."
The giantess chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Joe's entire body. "No problem, little guy," she said, her voice as warm as her smile.
"I'm Jess. You're Joe, right? The new guy in 401?"
Joe nodded, still trying to process how this woman knew his name and his dorm room number. He'd only moved in a few days ago.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, swallowing hard. "And you are... very tall."
Jess laughed again, throwing her head back and revealing a throat that seemed to go on forever. "That's one way to put it," she said. "You know, they say that height is just a number.
But when you're 6'8" like me, it's a number that people can't seem to ignore." Jess winked at Joe, her enormous hand gripping a carton of eggs with ease.
Joe tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. "I, uh, I can't imagine. I've always been on the shorter side. I guess opposites attract, huh?"
Jess laughed, a sound that seemed to fill the entire store. "I guess they do. So, Joe, what's your story?
I don't think I've seen you around campus before." Jess asked as they made their way down the aisles together. Her steps were slow and deliberate, not out of politeness, but because she had to be careful not to knock over any displays or squeeze between shelves too tightly.
Joe shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Not much to tell, really. I'm just here to finish my degree. I did some traveling, worked a bit, and now I'm back to the grind."
Jess raised an eyebrow. "Traveling, huh? That sounds interesting.
Where have you been?" Jess asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She maneuvered her cart carefully around a corner, giving Joe a glimpse of her backside – an enormous, round affair that seemed to defy gravity.
Joe felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. "Oh, just the usual places. Europe, Asia, some parts of Africa. Nothing too exciting."
Jess chuckled. "Well, I'm sure it was more exciting than staying here. I've never been anywhere, really. Too big for planes, too big for trains. Even cars are a squeeze." She shook her head, her long curls bouncing with the movement.
" But I'm happy right here. I find adventure in the little things, you know?"
Joe nodded, his eyes scanning the rows of canned goods in front of them. "That makes sense. I think sometimes we get so caught up in the big picture that we forget to appreciate the small stuff."
Jess leaned in a little closer to Joe, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. " Speaking of small stuff, I've heard that you're quite the catch, Joe. A wealthy single Jewish guy, living in a co-ed dorm?
I'm not the only one who's noticed," Jess said with a wink. "But I must admit, I'm curious—what's a handsome, successful man like you doing in a place like this?"
Joe's cheeks flushed again, and he ducked his head slightly. "I, uh, I just wanted a change of pace, I guess. And I figured it would be a good way to meet new people."
Jess's laughter echoed through the aisle, and Joe couldn't help but join in. "Well, mission accomplished," she said, giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow.
Joe stumbled slightly, his small frame no match for Jess's size. She quickly steadied him, her huge hands wrapping around his biceps. "Careful there, little guy. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
Joe's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up into Jess's warm, brown eyes. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it was intoxicating. "Thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jess grinned, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she released him and turned back to the shelves.
"So, what do you think? Ready to tackle the rest of this list together?"
Joe nodded, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, sure. I could use some help with the heavy stuff."
As they navigated the aisles, Jess's presence was like a magnet, drawing people's attention and whispers. Joe couldn't help but notice the stares they got, but Jess seemed completely unfazed. In fact, she seemed to revel in it, her smile growing wider with each curious glance.
"You know, people are always staring," she said, reaching for a bag of flour with her massive hand.
"But I figure, they're either staring because they're impressed or because they're surprised. Either way, I'm leaving an impression."
Joe laughed, appreciating her confident attitude. "That's a great way to look at it. I'm still working on not letting the stares bother me, to be honest."
Jess nodded, her eyes scanning the shelves. "It takes time. But hey, maybe that's something we can work on together. Practice makes perfect, right?"
Joe blushed at the implication.
"Yeah, maybe," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "So, uh, how about we start with the practice part? If you don't mind, I mean."
Jess turned to face him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I don't mind at all, little guy. In fact, I was hoping you'd ask." She stepped closer to Joe, her massive frame towering over him. She could feel the heat of his body, the nervous energy radiating off him in waves. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said, her voice low and husky.
She took a step forward, and Joe found himself backed up against a shelf of canned goods. He could feel the cool metal pressing against the back of his thighs, and he knew that there was no way he could escape now. Not that he wanted to.
Jess leaned in, her hands planted on either side of his head, her body caging him in. Joe could feel her breath on his face, hot and heavy. She was so close that he could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a sweet and spicy fragrance that made his head spin.
"Jess," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"What are you doing?"
Jess smirked, her lips brushing against his ear. "Isn't it obvious, little guy? I'm claiming my prize."
Joe's breath hitched, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. "Your... prize?"
Jess nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "That's right. I've been watching you, Joe. You're different. You're not like the other guys on campus, trying to be all big and macho. You're small, and you're not afraid to be small. You let me push you around, shove you, and you just...
take it," Jess said, her voice a low rumble. "And that makes you special, Joe. That makes you mine."
Joe's breath hitched again, his eyes wide as he looked up at Jess. He could feel the pressure of her body against his, the heat radiating from her skin. He was overwhelmed, both by her size and her presence. He didn't know what to do, how to react. But he knew one thing for sure - he didn't want her to stop.
"I-I don't know what you mean," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"You... you've never done this before."
Jess chuckled, a low sound that rumbled in her chest. "Oh, don't worry, little guy. I know exactly what I'm doing. And I promise, you're going to love every minute of it."
As the months went by, Jess's appetite for growth increased, both literally and figuratively. She continued to take growth hormone supplements, her body growing taller and broader with each passing day. She towered over Joe now, her frame dwarfing his own. Her once gentle demeanor began to change, her patience wearing thin as her size grew. She became increasingly agitated, her temper flaring at the slightest provocation.
One evening, Joe found himself on the receiving end of one of Jess's increasingly frequent tantrums.
He had been standing in the dorm kitchen, heating up a frozen dinner, when Jess had stormed in, her face red with anger.
"What is this?" she had demanded, snatching the dinner out of the microwave and throwing it into the sink with a crash. "This is not real food, Joe! You need to eat better!"
Joe had blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "Jess, it's just a frozen dinner. It's convenient, and it's not like I have time to cook every meal from scratch."
Jess had scoffed, her enormous hands planted on her wide hips.
"Convenient? You think this is convenient?" She gestured to herself with a sweep of her arm, the motion causing the room to shake slightly. "I'm the one who has to deal with the consequences of your poor eating habits, Joe. You think it's easy being this big? I have to work twice as hard just to keep up with the demands of my body. And you're making it worse by filling it with this... this junk!"
Joe had taken a step back, his eyes wide with shock. He had never seen Jess like this, her usually warm and inviting demeanor replaced with a fiery intensity that bordered on frightening.
"Jess, I'm sorry," he stammered, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice. "I didn't realize you felt so strongly about it."
Jess snorted, her nostrils flaring. "You didn't realize? Joe, I've been telling you for weeks that we need to start eating healthier. You just don't listen." She took a step closer, her massive frame looming over him like a thundercloud. "I'm not asking you anymore, Joe. I'm telling you.
**Revised Scene:**
Jess's once gentle demeanor began to shift as her size grew. Her patience thinned, and her temper flared more frequently. Joe found himself on the receiving end of her increasing agitation one evening in their dorm room.
He had been sitting at his desk, engrossed in a book, when Jess stormed in, her face flushed with anger. The room seemed to shake with her entrance, her massive frame dwarfing the small space.
"What is this?" she demanded, snatching the book from Joe's hands and tossing it onto the bed. "You're still reading this nonsense? You need to focus on something useful, Joe!"
Joe blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "Jess, it's just a book. I was about to take a break and make dinner."
Jess scoffed, her enormous hands planting themselves on her wide hips. "A break? You think you deserve a break? You're not doing enough, Joe. You're not pushing yourself hard enough."
Joe's eyes widened, hurt flashing across his face. "Jess, I'm trying. I'm doing the best I can."
Jess's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm.
**Revised Scene:**
Jess's once gentle demeanor began to shift as her size grew. Her patience thinned, and her temper flared more frequently. Joe found himself on the receiving end of her increasing agitation one evening in their dorm room.
He had been sitting at his desk, engrossed in a book, when Jess stormed in, her face flushed with anger. The room seemed to shake with her entrance, her massive frame dwarfing the small space.
"What is this?" she demanded, snatching the book from Joe's hands and tossing it onto the bed. "You're still reading this nonsense? You need to focus on something useful, Joe!"
Joe blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "Jess, it's just a book. I was about to take a break and make dinner."
Jess scoffed, her enormous hands planting themselves on her wide hips. "A break? You think you deserve a break? You're not doing enough, Joe. You're not pushing yourself hard enough."
Joe's eyes widened, hurt flashing across his face. "Jess, I'm trying. I'm doing the best I can."
Jess's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm.
**Revised Scene:**
Jess's once gentle demeanor began to shift as her size grew. Her patience thinned, and her temper flared more frequently. Joe found himself on the receiving end of her increasing agitation one evening in their dorm room.
He had been sitting at his desk, engrossed in a book, when Jess stormed in, her face flushed with anger. The room seemed to shake with her entrance, her massive frame dwarfing the small space.
"What is this?" she demanded, snatching the book from Joe's hands and tossing it onto the bed. "You're still reading this nonsense? You need to focus on something useful, Joe!"
Joe blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "Jess, it's just a book. I was about to take a break and make dinner."
Jess scoffed, her enormous hands planting themselves on her wide hips. "A break? You think you deserve a break? You're not doing enough, Joe. You're not pushing yourself hard enough."
Joe's eyes widened, hurt flashing across his face. "Jess, I'm trying. I'm doing the best I can."
Jess's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm.
"I know you are, Joe. That's not the point. The point is, you need to challenge yourself. You need to make me proud."
Joe felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He knew Jess was right, but it was hard to hear the criticism, especially from someone he cared about so much.
"I'm sorry, Jess," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do better. I promise."
Jess nodded, her eyes still fixed on Joe. "That's all I can ask for. Just remember, I'm doing this because I care about you.
I don't want you to let yourself go, Joe," Jess said, her voice growing softer but her eyes still burning with intensity. She took a step closer, her massive frame towering over him like a mountain. "Look at us, Joe. Look at how different we are. You're so small, so delicate. I'm huge, Joe. I'm a giant compared to you. And that's not a bad thing, it's just a fact. But it means that I need to take care of you, to make sure you're doing what's best for you.
Joe felt a shiver run down his spine at Jess's words, her size comparison serving as an effective reminder of the power dynamic between them. He knew that she was right, that he needed to take better care of himself, but the way she delivered her message left him feeling small and inadequate.
Jess seemed to sense this, for she took a step back and held out her hand, the palm facing upward. "Look at my hand, Joe," she said, her voice still firm but gentler now. Joe obeyed, his eyes flicking up to her hand. It was enormous, the size of a dinner plate, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as he remembered how easily she could crush him if she wanted to. "Now, compare it to your head," she continued, her voice softening even more. Joe swallowed hard and did as she asked, tilting his head back to look up at her hand. It was true, her fist was bigger than his entire head. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized just how much bigger she was than him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. "See, Joe?
One punch from me, and that's it. Lights out. Game over." Jess brought her colossal fist toward Joe's face, stopping just inches away from his nose. "You think I can't do it? You think I won't do it if I have to?"
Joe's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He could feel the heat radiating from Jess's hand, could see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He knew she was right—she could end his life with a single punch if she wanted to. He was completely at her mercy, completely at her command.
Jess's expression softened, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. "But I don't want to do that, Joe.
I don't want to hurt you," Jess murmured, her voice filled with an unexpected tenderness. Her fist hovered in the air, just inches from Joe's nose, as she held his gaze captive. Joe swallowed hard, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. "You-you wouldn't hurt me, Jess. You love me." Jess's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, and she finally lowered her hand, her massive knuckles grazing Joe's cheek gently. "I do love you, Joe. More than anything. But... there are things you don't know about me." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling like a tidal wave. "Things I haven't told you." Joe's heart pounded in his chest, and he forced himself to meet her gaze, even as his stomach churned with unease.
"What do you mean, Jess?"
Jess looked away, her massive shoulders slumping slightly. She took a deep breath before turning back to face him, her expression filled with a profound sadness.
"Joe... I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago." She paused, her enormous hands clasped together in front of her.
"Remember when I said that I've always been big? That's true, but... it's not the whole story."
Joe's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about, Jess? What's the whole story?"
Jess's eyes flickered to the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've hurt people before, Joe. Badly. Too badly."
Joe's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Hurt people? Jess, what are you talking about?"
Jess took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm talking about the reason why I'm so big, Joe. Why I keep growing."
Joe's confusion turned to shock. "You mean... your growth hormones? But that's just a supplement, right? To help you grow a little bigger?"
Jess shook her head, her long curls swaying gently. "No, Joe. It's not just a supplement.
It's a way for me to control... to manage what's inside me. What I am." Jess's voice was barely audible, her eyes fixed on the ground.
Joe felt a shiver run down his spine. "What do you mean, 'what you are'? Jess, you're scaring me."
Jess looked up, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I know, Joe. I'm sorry. I never wanted to scare you. But you deserve to know the truth. Before... before things go any further between us."
Joe's heart pounded in his chest as he waited for Jess to continue.
She seemed to struggle with her words, her massive hands twisting together in front of her. The room felt incredibly small, the air thick with tension.
"I... I was born with something inside me, Joe," Jess finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A darkness that I've been fighting my whole life. It's the reason I'm so big, why I keep growing. It's the reason I hurt people."
Joe listened, his mind racing as he tried to process what Jess was saying. "What kind of darkness, Jess? What are you talking about?"
Joe asked, his voice shaking slightly. "What darkness? What do you mean, you've hurt people?"
Jess looked down at him, her massive shoulders slumping as if the weight of her secrets was too much to bear. "I mean I've... I've done things, Joe. Terrible things." She paused, her enormous hands flexing at her sides, the knuckles cracking like thunder. "Remember when I said I could crush you with one punch?" Joe nodded, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered the demonstration. "There was a time, years ago... I lost control. I was in a bar, drunk, and some little guy, he was so small, he was just... he was in my way. He was annoying me, and I... I snapped. I punched him, Joe. I punched him so hard, his head... it just exploded. Like a melon.
That was the image that kept flashing through Joe's mind as he stared at the computer screen, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief. He had seen Jess's size, her immense strength, but he had never imagined... this.
Jess, face contorted with rage, stomping on a man so small that Joe could barely make out his features. The man's screams were muffled, his body crumpling like paper beneath her massive feet. The video was grainy, but the destruction was clear. Joe felt bile rise in his throat as he watched, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
He had found the videos by accident, or perhaps it was fate. He had been searching for something—anything—to explain Jess's sudden outbursts, her increasing aggression. He had typed her name into the search bar, curiosity piqued, and there they were.
Dozens of links to forum posts, news articles, and, worse, videos. With trembling fingers, he clicked on the first one. It was a security camera footage from a bar, time-stamped years ago. Joe watched in horror as Jess, looking much smaller but no less terrifying, unleashed her fury on a man half her size.
The video ended, and Joe sat there, staring at the screen, his mind racing. He had known Jess was strong, but he had never imagined she could be capable of such violence. He felt a pain in his chest, a physical ache that matched the turmoil in his mind.
He had always known that Jess was different, that her size and strength set her apart from others. But this... this was something else entirely. This was a darkness he had never imagined, a violence he had never guessed at. He thought of his parents, their smiles and their warmth, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. How could he introduce them to Jess, knowing what he now knew? How could he bring them into the orbit of her destructive power? The very thought made his blood run cold. He shut down the computer, his hands shaking as he pulled the plug from the outlet. He couldn't think about this now, not here. He had to get out, had to clear his mind.
He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, and Jess looked up from her book, concern etched on her massive face.
"Everything okay, Joe?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Joe forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside him. "Yeah, just... just a bit of a headache. I think I'll go for a walk, clear my head a bit."
Jess nodded, her expression softening. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I'll be here when you get back."
Joe didn't look at her as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He couldn't face her right now, not with what he had just seen. He felt a shiver run down his spine, thinking about what she was capable of, what she had done. The thought of introducing her to his parents, to his family, was terrifying.
How could he bring her into their warm, loving home and not feel a sense of shame? Had they seen the videos, heard the stories, they would be horrified. How could he explain Jess to them, her size, her strength, her past? He felt a lump form in his throat, a sickening sense of dread washing over him.
How could he introduce his parents to Jess? They were small, delicate people—his mother, elegant and petite, his father, slightly built, with a warm, gentle smile. And Jess? Jess was a mountain, a force of nature. He couldn't imagine them together, his parents' laughter and chatter drowned out by Jess's booming voice, their tiny frames swallowed up by her massive presence.
He pictured his mother's eyes widening in shock, his father's smile fading as they took in Jess's enormous size, her wide shoulders, her giant hands. He imagined their whispered conversations later that night, their disapproving glances, their subtle hints that perhaps this wasn't the best fit for their only son. He could already hear their concerns, their fears—what kind of future could he have with someone so... so overwhelming?
How could he compete with her size, her strength, her sheer presence? He felt small, almost insignificant, standing next to her, like a child next to an adult. And, in that moment, he realized what he had always been, deep down—a small, delicate person, yearning to be protected, to be cherished. He felt a strange, uncomfortable warmth spread through him as the realization dawned on him, a mix of fear and exhilaration. It was as if a part of him, a part he had pushed deep into the shadows, was finally stepping into the light.
"Joe? You alright, little guy?" Jess's voice, despite its softness, seemed to fill the entire room, her concern evident. She reached out, her massive hand hovering in the air before him, as if she was unsure whether to touch him or not.
Joe hesitated a moment before taking a step forward, letting her hand envelop his own. Her fingers were like iron bars, her palm rough from years of manual labor. Her touch was warm, almost electric, sending a jolt through Joe's body.
"I love being bigger and stronger than everyone else." proclaimed Jess. "I am a greedy selfish bitch and I love it. I can kill any man or woman by just sitting on them with my weight." Jess was making herself wet.
Joe could see it. Her eyes were dark and glittering with some kind of perverse excitement. "You love it? Why is that?" Joe asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was torn between fear and a strange, morbid fascination.
Jess's grip tightened slightly, her thumb rubbing circles into the back of Joe's hand. "Because it makes me feel powerful," she said, her voice dropping to a low rumble. "Because it makes me feel like a goddamn force of nature. Like nothing can stop me, nothing can touch me."
Joe bit his lip, trying to suppress a shiver.
He knew he should be terrified, but there was something about Jess's honesty, her unapologetic nature, that made her even sexier to him. He could feel his pulse quickening, his body responding to her intensity.
"Show me," Joe whispered, his voice barely audible.
Jess's eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to say that. But then, a slow smile spread across her face, and she nodded.
"Come on, then," she said, her voice gruff with desire. She led Joe out of their dorm room and down the hallway, her massive frame dwarfing him.
They made their way to an empty classroom, the door creaking open as Jess pushed it with her shoulder. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small window high up on the wall.
Jess turned to face Joe, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and challenge. "So, you want to see what I can do? You want to feel my power?" she asked, her voice a low growl.
Joe nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should be terrified, but there was something about Jess's intensity, her raw power, that drew him in.
He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a healthy dose of fear.
"Yes," he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible. "I want to see."
Jess let out a low rumble that could have been a laugh or a growl. She took a step closer to Joe, her massive body casting a shadow over him. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the sweat glistening on her skin.
"You sure about that, little guy?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "Once I start, there's no going back.
You'll feel every ounce of my power, every inch of my size. You might even wish you hadn't asked." Jess's voice was a low, rumbling growl, a threat and a promise all at once. Her eyes were dark and intense, her massive frame towering over Joe, making him feel small and insignificant.
Joe swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fear that was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. He had wanted to see this side of Jess, to understand the darkness she had spoken of. But now, faced with the reality of her power, he wasn't so sure.
Jess compared her height with Joseph.
"I am 6'8" tall and you're only 5'3". That's a 21 inch height difference! I could easily sweep you off your feet and carry you around like a doll."
Joseph gulped, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "I-I'm sure you could," he stuttered.
Jess smirked, her massive hand reaching out to grab Joseph's shirt. "You know, I've always wanted to do this," she said, her voice a low growl. She lifted Joseph off the ground with ease, his feet dangling in the air as she held him at eye level.