This choice: You mean to become a giantess • Go Back...Chapter #4You mean to become a giantess by: RoyalJelly Michelle never considered herself to be strange. She was a A- student in high school, had an ordinary number of friends, listened to roughly the same music as everybody else, and had only the vaguest ambitions for her future. She never knew what to say when people asked her what she wanted to be when she got out of college.
"Well," she'd always say, "I just want to be happy. I want to have friends and travel, and if I can get that, that's all that really matters." And people believed it. It was short, heartfelt, and utterly noncommittal. And truth be told, she meant it most of the time. She could be a doctor, or a journalist, or a lawyer, or anything. That's what she told herself.
But she knew what she thought about sometimes. A couple years ago, Michelle was invited to a party for seniors at her high school. Robert, one of the geeky older boys had taken a shine to her, and he was just cute enough for her to return the sentiment. She could hardly remember the night over the flashing lights, thumping music, and cheap-yet-unusually strong beer. But she did remember a little conversation. She could remember it oh so clearly.
"I mean, I think it's important to think about what the needs of other people," said Robert, "So I want to enroll in the Peace Corps. What do y-you want to do?" Michelle smiled.
"That's cute, Robert." The beer was getting to her, stripping away the lies she usually told to people.
"Y-you thin-think so?"
"Yeah. But you know what I want?"
"What?"
"I want to be big."
"Like, a-a-an actress or something?"
"No, Robert. I want to be big like a basketball star. Or a building. Or a skyscraper. Or a mountain. I don't really care which. I just want to be able to look down at people and feel them staring back at me like the goddess I would really be. I want to feel a man's entire body thrashing around inside my cleavage. I want to feel a bus beneath my bulging ass as I crush it. I want to feel a horde of people coating my building-sized clit as they writhe in worshipful bliss against it and as I writhe in ecstasy. I want to be so. Goddamn. Huge. And when I am that big? I want to find you and have all kinds of fun with you." She could remember Robert's face losing all of its color (in fear? Arousal? Both?) He had excused himself that night. That was alright. He probably wasn't used to hearing what a woman wanted. That's what women wanted, right? Michelle could never really guess; she had never talked about it with her friends. But she knew the thought sent blood rushing to her crotch every time she thought about it. The images of her bending over to avoid bumping her head on the ceiling (or holding a bus in her hands like a toy, or getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in the stratosphere) drove her wild and kept her awake at night. She guessed it wasn't all that weird.
And besides, she thought as she entered her dorm for the first time, even if it was weird, nobody would have to know. She was living in a single, so nobody would have to hear her thoughts on the matter in her more lustful moments. Such lustful moments. They were beginning to occupy all of her attention since she had finished the drive to the school. She worried for a second, but put those worries aside. It was Saturday before the beginning of fall term. She had an entire day to herself tomorrow. Plenty of time to get this out of her system. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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