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The Little Cousin [Giantess Story + Human Taur Variant]
🕑 Added 2022-01-06 10:45:45 +0000 UTCAmber used to work weekends, overnight, at a strip club. The pay wasn't much but, the tips were ridiculous. Thanks to the weekends. And, of course, high paid executives, geeks, and nerdy types from the several R&D offices of the megacorps of Moonvale.
Her cousin, Carol, had just turned 23 and had dropped out of college due to some illness she had caught on her college trip out of state. She stopped going out and became a recluse at her parent's home within a week after her return. The last she knew of Carol was from a mobile conversation between their mothers.
She had heard that she was eating like crazy and growing big. She had assumed that she was preggers or something. That was until she had to do an emergency grocery run for her aunt. They lived on the other side of the town but, her club happened to be midway. She was amused looking at the shopping list her aunt had whatsapped her. The grocery list looked ordinary but it was the quantities that were confusing, at first.
Twenty boxes of ice cream.
36 cans of beer? Were they having a party?
110lbs of beef.
7 dozen eggs.
50lbs of wheat flour.
35 boxes of chocolates.
50lbs or so of veggies.
200 gallons of milk!
The most confusing part came a few minutes later, in another follow-up message, from her aunt. "Sorry, sweety. None of the stores are ready to deliver such a quantity. I hate to disturb you after your night's work." "No problem. I'm happy to help. The store and your house aren't that far away from where I work.", she replied as the cashier struggled with billing the three shopping carts she had queued. It was still early and the sky was still dark. The store was empty, a thankless blessing.
She dropped off the grocery via Uber, at her aunt's porch where her aunt and her husband as well as the driver helped her unload all of this. She insisted to stay behind and help her aunt put away all the groceries in the refrigerator. But, her aunt was adamant she did not need her help as she struggled to drag 150lb sack of potatoes through the door.
There was a loud creaking on the upper floor of the house. Amber's head snapped to the direction of the noise. She then heard Carol shout from upstairs, "Mom! I'm so hungry! Is that food?". There was something off with Carol's voice. Amber couldn't put a finger on it. Her gaze dropped down to her aunt, whose face had lost all its color and her eyes were wide. "Terror-stricken?", Amber wondered momentarily. Her aunt hurriedly dragged the sack of potatoes, thanked her repeatedly, and shut the door. She heard loud creaking from further inside the wooden two-storied house. Her aunt's abrupt departure was out of place and she was left standing on the small porch with a clothesline running across it.
She turned to get back out of the porch when suddenly a large pair of underwear smacked her in the face having flown off the clothesline. The clip was not strong enough to have the heavy garment held to the line. She pulled the black undergarment off her shoulder and was unable to determine what piece of clothing she was holding in her hands. She turned it over and saw the manufacturer's label, "Gaia. Size: 12XL. $1500.00". She blinked twice trying to discern what this tag actually meant or what she was holding in her hands. It was a black garment made of a thick fabric but was stitched over with silk. The elastic on it was beginning to rip out of its triple stitched edge where it met the tough material sandwiched between the two layers of silk inside and out.
She was getting tired and paid no mind to the now louder creaking and crashing coming from the center of her aunt's house. The sunlight was now warm golden and she needed to get home and doze off. Her triceps ached from having carried the bags of groceries to the Uber's trunk. She flung the oversized garment, she assumed to be some sort of bed cover, onto the clothesline. She might be able to catch the next bus running along Geary St.
As she sat in the bus now filling with Monday morning zombies, off to work. She received a text thanking her from her aunt. The most peculiar part of this day was this message; "Thanks, Sweety. Tell mama, I said Hi. These groceries would do for the week. I hope."
"... would do for the week.", Amber thought. "WTF?"
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One week later.
She stood at the bus stop waiting for her regular Geary St. bus running across the east-west line of the city. The sky had become lovely warm yellow and she didn't need her coat today. She heard rhythmic low thumping as it slowly grew closer. There was nothing around, just some early delivery trucks and late-night shift workers returning home.
Looking towards the direction of the sound, she saw a woman jogging. Her ample curves bounced in slow motion, making arcs of neon glow from where the morning light hit the logos on her clothes. She blinked and focused on the face with quick recognition. It was Carol. She didn't have any baby bump though. She looked fit and flat. Like, really toned abs, shone in the sunlight dimly reflecting off the sheen of sweat on her.
Then Amber's eyes went wide. The delivery truck that drove parallel to her on the street topped off below her boobs. Carol's footfall was accompanied by a shockwave that swayed the trees, board, and poles on the pavement. Two burly men unloading the morning delivery of whatever boxes they carried stood still as statues staring transfixed on Carol as she bounded past them. They didn't even reach the underside of her boobs.
Carol slowed down her pace ducking under a tree branch and reached the bus stop. Amber had to look up and bend her neck far back to maintain eye contact with her. "Amber!?", Carol exclaimed looking down and recognizing this tiny woman, "Wow! You look just like a barbie doll."
Amber was at a loss for words. She wasn't able to process anything. Her vision of Carol's face was partially blocked by her big orbs tightly stuffed into her sports bra. The pants held poorly too. Either Carol had ripped off the last band at the ankle or burst out of it, as they stretched over her knees. She can hear the stitches creak and pop with every breath of this gargantuan woman. Carol was saying something but Amber could not focus on anything but the stretching and ripping sound of fabric. Carol pointed at her feet and said, "I got these shoes yesterday in the mail. I had to custom order them but, I think I've grown more since the last measurement. I might need to order a bigger size when I return home from my morning jog.".
"Jog?", Amber whispered returning to the conversation and tuning out the sound of ripping distressed fabric. "Yeah, the doc said I should keep up with exercises as the amount of food I am consuming should not stunt my growth upwards with ... you know, getting fat.", she replied and added, "As if these babies would ever get enough fat on them.". She flexed one of her arms and showed a bicep the size of a ball. "Some ball. Soccer? Softball? She did not know. She was not a sports person.", Amber thought. "Anyways, so I thought why not run across the city? East to West and then back. But, my mom was against me running at my current size. A couple of days back I had accidentally stepped on a car's hood and cratered it. So, I've decided to jog slowly.". Amber remarked in amazement, "You call that jogging?". Carol, pouted for a moment and replied, "I can't fit in a gym anymore or I'd have joined the one near my house. And the reinforced treadmill I had ordered from Goodcorp caved in when I stepped on it. They'll replace it with a sturdier one, they said. Let's see. Oh! Here's your bus. Don't worry I'll jog over and reach your house before the bus and we can catch up with my prettiest cousin sis!"
"Oh! Hush, now. You've had a crush on me since you were thirteen and I am nothing but three pounds of added makeup.", dismissed Amber getting on the bus. The bus's suspensions shook abruptly and Amber had to grasp onto the railing to stop her from toppling as Carol bounded away on the pavement. Amber could only see two watermelon-sized breasts jiggle away from the bus window. A few seconds away she saw the ripped hole in the back of Carol's pants. "Yikes! That's one bootylicious woman, now. I wonder why no one has pointed out her wardrobe malfunction. Then she realized who'd want to anger a nine-foot giantess."
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One More Week Later
Amber thought to herself staring wide-eyed in terror at the smiling and amused Carol's face, "She's grown again! And, no one dare say anything to her. She's now jogging in her underwear. How long till she just decides to go out nude? Or, there is a better question. How much longer till she outgrows those?"
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