Who's the Big One Now? (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

“Well, hey there, you sexy little thing,” Nick joked as he opened his apartment door to let his girlfriend Trish in. The well-endowed musclehead smirked down at the pretty pint-sized girl who stood before him at more than two and a half feet shorter. “Emphasis on the little part especially.”

“Aww, can’t it be emphasis on the sexy part instead?” she mocked. The short busty spitfire of a redhead pouted teasingly at him, but quickly broke into a smile and embraced her towering boyfriend. Though even while she stood on her tiptoes, the four-foot-ten girl had to settle for burying her cheek somewhere against Nick’s rock-hard abdomen. “I’d much rather that instead.”

“Hey, fair enough. The emphasis on the sexy was implied,” Nick said, openly eyeing his girlfriend’s enormous G-cup tits, which were practically bursting through her tight top like smuggled beach balls. This got a giggle from Trish, who prided herself on her bodily assets that were in fact “bigger,” since she could in no way claim that title for her height. As the mismatched-size couple snuggled closer together, Nick got handsy, gently massaging those jiggly cans of hers and then gliding down to her perky bubble-butt, alternately squeezing each cheek through her shorts until Trish laughed again and slapped his hand.

“Not yet,” she teased, and walked past the seven-foot-two bodybuilder into the apartment. As much as she enjoyed their flirty banter, being reminded of her height did occasionally act as a sore spot for Trish, who deeply albeit secretly wished to try being the big one for once in their relationship. She sarcastically added: “Maybe if you’d made a bigger point about the sexy instead of the little, I’d let you grope me in public like that, but not now. Now, you have to earn it.”

Nick rolled his eyes and snickered along with Trish, all-too used to her brand of taunting humor after two years together. They each knew very well they’d end up tangled in the sheets after not too long anyway, no matter how much gentle fun they made of one another. Still, it was too tempting not to take the opportunity. Especially because Nick, as a closeted giantess-fetishist, got a little high off talking about things big and small, even if he was too tall to fully engage in macrophilia-themed foreplay with his significant other.

“EARN it? But my birthday’s almost here, you know,” Nick jokingly complained, shutting the door behind them and following fast after his girlfriend. He hunched so their hips would line up, allowing his already-standing pants tent to brush along Trish’s soft bottom, just in case she needed a reminder just how hung he was.

“Last I checked, every day isn’t your birthday. Just your actual birthday,” she fired back, and skipped faster ahead to keep Nick’s hard-on from poking her cheeks, though she also made a point to reach behind her back and playfully stroke the length of his member through the fabric. “There. That’s just the teaser for now.”

“Not a bad teaser, though,” he sighed, thrusting his hips forward to show off his now-full mast through his jeans. “So… what are you planning on giving me for my birthday, babe?”

“Now, now… you can’t just expect me to tell you and ruin the surprise,” Trish said. She hopped up on a bar stool so as to close the height gap between them by a smidge, then crossed her bare legs and leaned forward, letting her tits bulge out until her cleavage was peeking egregiously through the window of her low-cut top. Enjoying the horny reaction of her boyfriend, she carried on the show, shimmying her hourglass hips on the stool, and batting at her breasts so they jostled together and continued tremoring for several seconds after.

Nick watched all this with his eyes glued to his petite girlfriend’s tight little package of a body: an amazon’s worth of sex appeal jammed into a frame less than five feet tall.

“Huh. So, am I looking at my present already?” he asked nonchalantly, stepping nearer to her. The burly dude grasped the counter on either side of Trish, walling her in so he could come in close, again lording the size difference over her with a dopey grin on his face. He flexed, letting his body ripple through his clothes in hopes of attracting Trish toward the bedroom.

It was working. The short buxom ginger licked her lips, running her hands over the seven-plus-foot colossus, reminding herself why it was so easy to put up with his teasing about her shortness.

“No, you’re not. I actually already have your present chosen, and I just have to go pick it up. So you just have to be patient,” Trish purred, getting into the mood now. “Good things come to those who wait, you know.”

“Speaking of coming…” he whispered, which got a burst of laughter from Trish.

“Smooth, big boy, smooth. Real charming. You’re just lucky that ginormous beefy body of yours is so much fun to play with,” she said, hopping off the stool and taking Nick’s hand. Though on solid ground she was once again on a level playing field that meant she had to look up nearly three feet to make eye contact with her lover, Trish was more than confident and even dominating enough to take the lead when she wanted, defying her tiny shape.

Deep inside, she knew there was a dormant giantess to rival and even surpass her boyfriend’s stature. She just had to change somehow.

“So I am getting a present early, it looks like,” Nick said as he followed her to the bedroom.

“Yes you are, and so am I,” she decreed. “Now, are you gonna get naked, or do I have to rip your clothes off myself?”