If It's For Him... - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Tic toc, time was running out. The other effects that Neil had wanted for Penny began to take place.

It was not too noticeable, at first. The beginning of the end for his secret was that wet stain on her top. A stain right at her nipple. Where did it come from? Has she touched a wet surface? Her nipples were hard, maybe she poked the wet surface of the sink when she washed her face?

But it makes no sense, how come she didn’t notice? And why was the spot so small? Poor Penny, she has no idea of the big truth Neil has been hiding.

It’s true that he was a loving boyfriend, so thrilled to see her. So happy, with such a strong bond towards her. Wanting to spend every single moment with her. But, why?

It’s true that she had chosen to become the woman of his dreams, a giantess. She checked on herself the other day, she has officially reached the eight-foot-mark. Eight! She was the tallest woman in the city! If not the whole state, the whole country, maybe? And soon, the planet! Where will he put an end to this?

She was growing bigger and bigger. Taller and taller, 6’ Neil looks so tiny now. And frail. Why would he want her to be so big? Does he like powerful women? Well, he’s never asked her to hit the gym. A giant muscle mommy? He’s never told her to shape up, he said he loves how soft she is. How tender, how warm her embrace feels.

But this gets her thinking, mommy? He used the word. She was afraid of it, but she couldn’t deny the truth. 

Neil was so handsome, magazine cover handsome. A model even! And he was so kind, so considerate, such a good boyfriend. Was she allowing him to lure her? Letting him take advantage? Control?

There’s no way he’d be a despicable man who tricked her, right? He seems so sincere. He was doing everything so that she felt comfortable with her new life. With her size. Clothes, support, he even bought a house for the two of them to move in.

But it must be said that this house is starting to feel small…

The door, a door where he walks past with a two-feet-gap above, full twenty-four inches separate him from the top of the frame, but not her. Not anymore.

She thought that he was going to want this to stop, that he was going to put an end to this whole growth when he was certain she’d struggle, but now, she had to duck in order for her head not to hit the frame. Lucky for her she was not wearing heels.

Because that’s another thing, he likes it when she wears heels. Why? Does he need to picture her as an even taller woman? Is he trying to see how she’d look by the next month? She always wears six-inch heels to their dates. He says they match her dresses. That they make her look better, not that she needed to; he always said she was perfect, but still, he wanted to give this an extra touch.

Now, her heels are massive! Not because of the heel, she could easily go for an eight-inch or even a ten-inch heel and it will not be too much, in comparison to her 8’ height, it’s more soothing. However, the wideness and length of it, her feet are massive! As big as the ones of an amazon are, but he doesn’t care for that. He doesn’t mind being tiny in comparison to her, he doesn’t care how they look.

Isn’t it a bit humiliating that your girlfriend’s a massive woman? Sure, she’s hot, she knows she’s a goddess to most men. With an hourglass figure, a massive ass, some thunder thighs and her gargantuan breasts. She’s a true muse, a tall, voluptuous muse.

But the contrast in height, that’s something she can’t deny. She looks much bigger than him, and by the way he makes her dress. It’s not like he forces her to use this clothes, but the gifts, the clothes he picks for her, they are all floral dresses, and other styles that make her look more mature. Sure, they show off her breasts, and they are tight over her massive butt, maybe he likes to show off his gigantic girlfriend?

But whenever she takes a glimpse of them in the mirror, she’s barely older than him, his senior for only two years. But the looks of her, the dress, the style, even her hair. The way her body has expanded. So thick, so voluptuous, she’s even got a bit of a tummy, she can’t see it beneath her breasts. And the way her massive butt sways and her enormous tits jiggle when she walks. She can’t help but to see a milf. A massive, imposing, thick milf.

Does he like that? Older women? And, of course, this leads her right back to her thought, mommy?

She wanted to ignore this, she wanted to look away, she wanted to pretend her brain had not just clicked towards this idea.

A milf? He wants her to look like a mature woman? And the way he wants her to talk to him. They are so special to each other, he only wanted them to talk so that the love could be felt in each sentence. Or so he said. All of the honeys, sweethearts, dears, why does she feel like she sounds like an old lady? Why would he want her to talk that way?

And the real proof was when, while sleeping, he called her mommy. He was dreaming, for sure, but she could hear how he was talking about her with such love, and then he used that word. Mommy? Why?

Penny couldn’t look away, she can’t play dumb any longer. She has allowed him to drag her attention elsewhere, she has been naive, foolish even! She must address this in the right way. And accept the truth.

“My boyfriend’s got mommy issues…” she whispered, feeling sad, but this could still work, right? Maybe they can talk about it?

—

Penny had decided it, she has made up her mind. They need to talk about this, she can’t let him dissuade her, she can no longer ignore this.

The bad thing, he always finds a way to make her blush, to seduce her and make her forget. Maybe they can talk about it tomorrow? That’s what she always thinks as the night falls and he’s sleeping.

This went on for days and days. A couple of weeks. And yes, she was taller by then. 8´6”, it seems she no longer needs the heels to fake that height, she’s actually that tall, and on her way to nine-feet-tall.

No way he wants her to be that big! Isn’t she big enough? Is he truly trying to turn her into some sort of gigantic mommy? She really needed to talk about it.

One day, she decided it was the time. She won’t let him talk, she will start talking. They need to address this issue.

The first thing she did was to take a shower, she was so big now, she felt the same way a vehicle must feel when at the carwash. A large amazon, taking a shower on a tiny bath. Good thing the shower was tall, bad thing she was taller.

Why not a bath? Well, her butt’s just too big for the tub, there’s a big chance she’ll get stuck. Lucky for her, there’s a separate shower. One that barely stands at 7´6”, so the water falls straight on her tits.

Today, she felt a bit different. Were her boobs swollen? Well, wasn’t it the usual now? Growing bigger and bigger, her boobs were also expanding rapidly. However, they have been growing a little faster, getting a little bigger. She can swear her nipples had grown noticeably, but wasn’t the rest of her doing the same thing?

She ignored it, but she couldn’t ignore the tingle she felt, all over her boobs.

“Oh…” she drove her hands to her nipples, her fingers could feel how the thick nipples on her massive breasts were hard. Was the water too cold? Was she getting chills? Maybe the whole talk thing has got her nervous?

It wasn’t that, she decided to move on and just shower, but there were a few things she didn’t notice.

Days before, she had noticed tiny stains on her tops, little wet marks inside her bras. Sweat? Was she sweating? And why in the nipples?

she thought this was some unexpected side-effect, and she wasn’t wrong. However, it was no side but the effect he had asked the doctor for. Massive breasts? Yes! He likes that! But he wanted more…

She didn’t notice, but something else was taking place.

Her breasts felt hot, so she lowered the water’s temperature, to cool herself a little. Was the excitement actually making her heat up? Was she about to get a fever? No, it wasn’t that.

Her mind was too busy trying to think on what to tell him, how to start the conversation, that she ignored the dripping on her breasts.

It wasn’t a a big stream, just a constant flow of drops. One after the other, drawing the lightest white stream as they combine with the water and run down her tit. Milk? It was milk? Does this mean she’s… lactating?

It seems a certain someone, named Neil, likes this. 

Penny had no clue, the water had washed away the milk, and as soon as that extra pressure was gone, so was the hot feeling, she even felt a little less swollen. But she thought it was the shower, you feel different after you shower, right?

Poor lady, she will find out all about this sooner than she expects. And this is obviously not the last time she lactates, but the very beginning of it. But it will, hopefully, become clear once Neil arrives. As soon as they have a sincere conversation where they tell all their truth, or is it? Will there be one or is she going to find out another way?

—

The time had come, sooner than she expected. She was still a bit nervous to have this conversation. Which was silly, why would the 8´6” amazon be afraid of having a chat with the 6´ sweet boyfriend? Was she scared he was going to get upset and run away?

Maybe he was too shy and he didn’t want this to be known. But the changes have been way too obvious, maybe he was trying to give subtle signs about this? Hopefully, he doesn’t think she’s trying to confront him, else, he might feel the need to run away.

Having mommy issues means you like to feel sheltered, right? Well, what if that one person you love doesn’t make you feel comfortable at your own house? Wouldn’t that be a reason to try and run away?

At the same time, he walked through the door. And there she was, Penny was standing right by the door waiting for him.

“Hello, my sweet giantess.” He smiled.

“Hello, my dear…” My dear? How has she been so blind? He adores this type of talk, it’s obvious he’s got mommy-issues! “How was work?” she asked.

“Fine, things were, you know, pretty normal. I just couldn’t wait for the time when I was finally free. To come home and be with my… my little piece of heaven.” He took a couple steps forward and placed his hands over her wide hips, his fingers sinking a bit on her soft flesh.

“Well, hehe, there’s nothing “little” in me, my love.” It’s just a way of speaking, but she wants to take this chat to a more “her size” kind of conversation.

“I know, but compared to the big blue sky above us, you’re still not that big. Don’t get me wrong, you’re so perfect, but still of a… not so immense size.” she gulped, does that mean he wants her bigger? Still?!

She needs to put an end to this, she doesn’t want to move into somewhere else only because she’s bigger than the house!

“Neil, sweetheart. Can we talk? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you…” she started.

He could tell something was not ok, this sounds kind of serious. Is it about the size? Maybe he shouldn’t have compared her to the sky, does she feel scared about the thought of more growth? Concerned?

“Sure!” He started, wondering how to get away from this. “But, first, why don’t you let me hug you more, I’ve missed you soooo much. I… I’d like to feel you close.” Oh no, he’s doing it again.

“Of course…” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

“Thank you, babe.” He sank his face on her body, right below her massive breasts, he’s below her boob-level now, who would’ve thought so? Well, anyone could’ve seen that one coming.

The only thing she had to do now was to prevent him from sweet talking his way out of this. He cannot let him move the conversation somewhere else. But it was really hard.

The heat on her chest came back, her boobs? Why were her boobs heating up? Was she horny?

Now? Why now?! It was such an inconvenience, to her, to him this was very convenient. And this guided things somewhere else, not just conversation wise, but room wise. They were heading towards the bedroom.

—

Can you imagine carrying your girlfriend to the bedroom as passion has taken over you? No, imagine your girlfriend’s a giantess and that she’s the one carrying you towards the bedroom.

While kissing, passion was now in control of her mind. Lust had washed away her thoughts, her concerns. And the heat, she thought it was the heat of passion. But she was mistaken, it was something creamier…

She felt an urge to remove her clothes, she ripped off her dress and discovered her body, displaying her tight underwear just for him.

Neil swallowed as her wide hips allured him, and those massive breasts, they were bouncing so sensuously with her every move. Her body was so large, so majestic. She was the woman of his dreams, the kind of lady he needed.

And there was more to come, something that will literally make his dreams come true. How will she take that?

Penny was mistaken, the feeling was not passion, it was warmth but not of the sexual kind. This had nothing to do with the way she feels, but for a more biological process, a more… milky one.

She thought she could feel the feeling of lust was growing in her, that she was, for some reason, unable to control her urges today; but it was not that way. What was going on was that there was a pressure growing in her, a pressure that was soon to be known, and that it will cover him up eventually.

And with that, it’ll discover his true intentions and his deepest desires.

—

Penny was right on top of him, her massive thighs had surrounded him, her enormous body looks much bigger from this point of view.

Neil can’t help but to wonder, how could it be when she’s this tall? When, while standing, he has to look at her this way? From his point of view, she seems to be twice as tall as he is, and for that there’s still a long way to go. First, he was worried she wanted to stop this, but then he figured… boobs.

He was immediately distracted by her gigantic breasts. They were eclipsing his view, he could see her waist and raise his gaze all the way up to her boobs. The bottom of her breasts, her bouncy breasts, he was unable to see anything above that. Not her shoulders, not her face, he could just see her two arms coming down as if they had appeared from somewhere mystical. He was distracted by her gigantic bosom.

What’s more, he could swear they look bigger than they did this morning. And he wasn’t wrong about that.

Penny’s breasts were bigger, heavier, and fuller. Her breasts were actually swelling as they share this moment of passion. The unknown feeling on her, the one she can’t find a reason for, that’s coming from her breasts. A growing pressure, at first she thought it was the passion heating her up. And then she thought it was the desire that was making her go for more. But soon, she found out this was not normal.

“Mmmm, ohh….” Penny was moaning, she was feeling so hot! She had broken in sweat without even moving so much! Or, was she sweating? She can feel drops coming down her waist, but where do those drops come from?

Neil was lost in the euphoria of lust, but he could still see those drops. He was focused on her breasts, watching the roundness and perfection of such gigantic mounds. And eventually, he saw them, those tiny drops, running down her body.

The room was a bit dark, and it was kind of hard to see due to the little light coming through the window, but he could see the color. At least he thought he saw it. And the drops were…white?

Neil was lost for a moment, and then, it all made sense. He was not thinking this straight, he was not looking at this the way he should, there was something escaping his attention, something he had right in front of him.

He knows what those drops are, there’s no way he cannot tell what it is, and there’s no way Penny can’t. He was hoping he could confess before any of this happened, before this actually happened.

Now, does she already know and this is what she wanted to talk about? Or is she trying to show him and sex is the way she can make this happen? Maybe she’s still unaware, in that case, can he get away with it by saying he has no idea? Or that this is some sort of side-effect?

His time’s running out, her bosom’s pressure is growing as his concern is. Now, when will she burst?