Size Queen

Trevor had been trying hard to avoid Stella all week. His old childhood friend had recently moved back into the neighborhood, and, based on what he had been able to covertly glean from her social media, Trevor was already terribly intimidated by the prospect of running into her. For one thing, she had grown into an absolutely gargantuan person. Stella had always been taller and bigger than him when they were kids, but that was nothing compared to the difference now. As she proudly, blatantly bragged about on her Instagram, Stella had grown to a towering 7’2, surpassing the height record at her D-1 college, where she had excelled in volleyball, captaining her team to two national championships during her four-year career.

But she wasn’t just tall, as Trevor had found out when he had scrolled, simultaneously awestruck and horrified, to her more recent pictures. When she was in college, Stella had sported a lean athletic build, but upon graduating, she had purposefully shifted her fitness goals and decided to bulk up. According to her, the “bulk” was only beginning, but she had already expanded from a relatively lean (for her 7’2 frame, at least) 245 pounds to a staggering 295…and, according to her almost-daily gloating updates, she was right on track to 300 pounds and beyond.

“300 is only the first milestone, of course,” she had written on her latest post, a ridiculous shot of her flexing her big muscles, complete with a nail-painting emoji, “Ronnie Coleman’s peak BMI was over 40, and THAT’S the kind of jacked I’m going for. You say impossible…I say IMPERATIVE.”

It had been just like her to end on an emphatic word-twist like that. Stella had always been scarily smart, even if she had prioritized sports over school. Trevor could only begin to imagine what she looked like NOW from his vantage point, let alone if she gained over one hundred MORE pounds in the future. Stella had always been a “Type A” personality, which had actually played off well against his more meek and submissive temperament, but when she had turned 12, she had joined a high-octane travel volleyball team, and Trevor hadn’t seen much of her after that. Whenever he did, she always seemed to have grown more and more dominant, along with her height, and he suspected that she had started to see him less as a friend and more as a fun little toy, an entertaining plaything to amuse herself with when she was back home in between volleyball trips. She would come over unannounced, go straight up to him, and start playing with his hair, or tickling him, or pinching his cheeks, all with that same calm, dominant smile on her face. Trevor was a few months older than her, but it didn’t matter. She was already over a foot taller than him, and outweighed him by 45 pounds…and she milked every bit of fun out of the size difference.

And now…well…the difference was even more insane. Stella was enormous, one of the biggest D-1 female athletes of all time, and now she was training to be a bodybuilder!? It would have all been too much for Trevor to handle even if he had been a normal-sized man…but he wasn’t. He had always been a small, slight child, and when Trevor “grew up” into an adult man, his size had only gone so far, truncated at a diminutive ceiling. He was 23 years old now, and he hadn’t grown past 4’7, and at 85 pounds, he was very nearly underweight too, even for that height. It wasn’t that he was unhealthy – his vitals were all in the green. His body was functioning just fine. He was just…very small…a very small adult indeed.

But Trevor had done well in college, and was currently studying to get his Master’s degree in early modern European history. He may not have been cut out to be a teacher or a professor, since he wasn’t exactly adept at projecting authority, but at least he could labor away in the archives, his little head buried in the middle of a huge book, doing what he loved. He had also started to dress quite smartly, often donning khakis, loafers, a dress shirt, and a vest to go along with his polished loafers. What did it matter that all of these clothes had been bought from the “young adult” section? Trevor had developed a healthy sense of humor about himself, and had decided that if he was always going to be this small, he may as well look good. He was doing well in his graduate program, was making good progress in his research, and was finally emerging out of his size-induced social submission. He had finally found a spot for himself in the world…a spot where it didn’t matter so much that he was a tiny, short, skinny little man who could barely lift 50 pounds.

Plus, Trevor had a little secret, or, rather, a not-so-little secret. Even though he was only 4’7, his cock was an anomaly. Flaccid it was already almost 7 inches, and when it was completely erect, Trevor boasted a full, healthy 10 inches. It was a crazy size discrepancy that had understandably made its way through the grapevine, since Trevor had been with a couple casual girlfriends during college. His last girlfriend, Jessica, was friends with Stella, and Trevor already assumed that she had told Stella all the juicy secrets.

That’s why he had been avoiding her all week. Trevor just knew that Stella would be seeking him out when she heard about his height and weight, and ESPECIALLY about his cock. He had no idea what her plan was, or what she intended to do with him, but he knew that she was looking for him. Already that week, both Jessica and his friend Warren had warned him that Stella was on the prowl, and that he could only hide from her for so long.

“She’s been looking for you every day,” Jessica had chuckled, a wry smile splayed across her face after Trevor had ducked out of the library for a breath of fresh air. “She knows you hang out here, so…yeah, you better prepare yourself.”

“Prepare myself!?” Trevor had replied, laughing, trying to play it off, even though his insides were squirming. “Prepare myself for what?”

“No idea,” Jessica shrugged, turning to leave, her eyes glimmering forebodingly, “But it’s gonna be something, I can tell you that! She’s already mad you’re avoiding her.”

“I’m not…avoiding her!” Trevor complained.

“Mhm, sure you’re not,” Jessica laughed, and she was gone, leaving Trevor to stare after her. Jessica looked huge to him, with Trevor’s eyes directly even with the middle of her breasts, but she was only 5’5. It was absolutely insane to think of Stella standing nearly TWO FEET taller in her bare feet, and who knows, she was probably wearing some of those platform high-tops she was always sporting on her Instagram, which made her 7’5 or 7’6. Trevor felt himself becoming more and more antsy, and he quickly retreated back into the library, taking the elevator to the top floor – the rare documents archive – and squirreling himself away in an alcove behind a huge book on the great European witch hunts of the 16th and 17th centuries. She would never find him here. Even if she started looking through the library, Stella would have to work her way up all the floors, and, knowing her, she’d probably get frustrated and bored by the 3rd or 4th floor…and this was the 7th floor…AND he was hidden away in one of the alcoves that was hard to find in between the towering book shelves, way back and tucked away at the opposite end of the floor, far away from the elevator.

For about fifteen minutes, Trevor felt himself calm down as he sank into a feeling of security behind his book. He had just started to become interested in a strange, noteworthy witch burning that had happened in Calw, a small village in the Holy Roman Empire, in 1619 – something about an outbreak of smallpox after the witch (by all accounts an unusually tall young woman) had been burned – when he became aware of a dull, rapid thudding sound coming from somewhere close by…somewhere beneath him.

Thoom…Thoom…

Trevor glanced up from behind his book, and, seeing nothing, ducked back behind it, figuring that the sound would eventually die away.

ThoomThoomThoomThoom

But it didn’t die away. It only grew louder and louder, beginning to echo out from somewhere that paradoxically seemed to be rapidly approaching. The sound didn’t make sense. Trevor looked up from his book again, beginning to be alarmed, and he cast his eyes side to side. Once they went all the way to the right, his heart stopped cold. The stairs. He had forgotten about the stairs. They were right there, close to where he was sitting! And someone was thudding up them…running up them! Someone who was very, very big.

THOOMTHOOMTHOOMTHOOOM

Before he could even react, the sounding rhythm broke out into a starling crescendo, and the door to the stairs burst open….and, ducking her head low as her shoulders brushing the door frame, out stepped the largest human being Trevor had ever seen. He instantly knew it was Stella. Who else could it be?! Decked out in a pair of tight jean shorts which showed off her huge, muscular curves, Stella was even bigger than Trevor could have imagined before. She literally had to squeeze herself through the doorway, and was now casting her fierce, intense eyes everywhere, left and right, like a gigantic carnivorous bird looking for its prey. Trevor was terrified, but found that he couldn’t look away. Even though she looked predatory, Stella was undeniably beautiful…she always had been. Her strawberry blond hair was done up in two huge pigtails, which made her look even bigger, and her huge, developed arms were tensed, flexing and unflexing, as she scoured the room for him.

But it was Stella’s crop top that set Trevor’s heart hammering away. For one thing, it showed off her impressive abs, but more important were the two words that were blatantly, unapologetically emblazoned across her prodigious chest:

“Size Queen”

Trevor knew that this phrase could have multiple meanings, especially in regards to Stella, but he also already knew that, when it came down to it, the words meant what they meant. They didn’t need elaboration. And all in a whirling moment, Stella’s eyes fixed on the top of Trevor’s face, which had been peeking at her over his huge book, and she locked onto him, pointing a long finger directly at him as she strode over imperiously.

“THERE you are!” she boomed, obviously not caring an iota for library protocols. If any of the librarians on the other end of the floor wanted to say anything to her, they sure were keeping their distance right now. Trevor was all alone, with Stella looming over him, engulfing him completely in her shadow, with her hands on her hips as she stared down at him, simply oozing domination.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Trev!” Stella exclaimed, seeming to burn holes in him with her eyes. “How come? Explain yourself!”

“I…n-not avoiding you!” squeaked Trevor, amazed at how tiny and weak his voice sounded compared to hers. “J-just very…very busy! Studying for…Master’s Degree!”

“Master’s degree!” Stella repeated. “Of course you are. But that doesn’t explain how you have no time for me. Stand up! I wanna get a good look at you, and see if it’s all true.”

Trevor was in no position to resist, and so, with an uncontrolled thud, he dropped his book down on the desk and struggled to his feet, right in front of Stella. He had been right - she WAS wearing her high-top platform tennis shoes, which made her an unbelievable 7’6. Trevor was actually staring UP at her waistline. He may have been able to reach her belly button with his hand, if he really stretched it. Stella’s eyes went over his body, up and down, side to side, silently taking him in as she effortlessly held him in the sway of her presence. A long, slow grin spread across her face.

“Mmmmm it IS true…” she murmured down at him, almost to herself, “ALL of it.”

“Uh y-yeah, I uh, I haven’t really grown too much since we last saw each other,” chuckled Trevor nervously, crossing his legs in front of each other. The truth was, he had started to get hard, just from standing in front of Stella, and the last thing he wanted was for her to notice THAT. Thankfully, the khakis he wore were always baggy, so they hid his large member…at least…as long as he didn’t get TOO hard. Once he was a full 10 inches, it was hard for him to hide it, even in these pants.

“I can see that,” Stella nodded. “4’7 Jessica told me…and 85 pounds? Is that right?”

Trevor nodded, his cheeks blushing even more. “Yes…” he managed to peep out. What was going on!? Why was he being reduced to this state so quickly around her? He was an adult now, in charge of himself! He…was studying for his Master’s degree! He…he wore loafers every day!

“Holy….fucking…shit…” Stella breathed, her hands still perched on her huge, wide hips, “That’s ridiculous, Trev…RIDICULOUS. I’m over three times your size now…THREE times…soon to be four. Can you believe that?”

“N-Not really,” Trevor stammered, his eyes going up to hers, with something like a pleading look. But she just kept standing there, staring down at him in that same cold, dominant way she had been perfecting for years.

“This is too good to be true,” she said bluntly, shaking her head slightly, so that her pigtails danced and shook crazily back and forth. “I need to see it.”

“Need to see…what?” asked Trevor, hoping that she was just kidding around.

“Oh don’t even try that shit with me Trev,” she snapped, making his eyes blink rapidly. “You know exactly what I mean. Like, come on…is my shirt not the most obvious clue in the world?”

“Uhh…s-size…queen,” Trevor read out, somehow hoping to stall.

“MHM,” nodded Stella with humorous exaggeration, “That’s right. SIZE QUEEN. You know what that means, Trev?”

“You’re…uh…you’re really big?” he offered, trying to play the clueless nerd.

“Oh my god,” sighed Stella, putting her hand over her eyes and taking a deep breath before bending down over him with even more energy. “DUH I’m really big…I'm HUGE...but you know what it means…come on. I know even you aren’t THAT sheltered.”

Trevor opened his mouth and closed it again. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“I like big dicks Trev,” Stella whispered down to him. Her voice had taken on a deceptively soft and dulcet undertone. Her eyes gleamed hungrily. “BIG dicks…I’m talking 10 inches or more. That's what I need, MINIMUM, to have a chance of satisfying me. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find them. You’d think it’d be easy, but trust me, it’s not. And I heeeear…that a certain tiny little SOMEone has quite the equipment in his pants...”

“Stella…” breathed Trevor, now fully flushed, with his cock hardened to nearly its full length already, “I…I can’t. Not…not here.”

“Why not here?” Stella demanded, her soft tones sharpening rapidly again. “Quit that nonsense.”

She took another step towards Trevor, backing him into the wall, as she stared down at him with that same icy domination in her eyes. Trevor was terrified of her, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that she was the most strikingly, fearsomely beautiful person he had ever seen. He could feel his resistance breaking, and his cock was now tenting his baggy pants, burgeoning out to its full 10 inches…and even a bit beyond.

“I can see it already, Trev,” purred Stella down at him, her fingers drumming on her hips. “Drop your pants…and show me. Give this Size Queen what she wants.”