If It's For Him - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

There’s no such thing as too big. Neil truly means those words.

Penny can feel the truth of his words with every squeeze, every touch, every caress he gives her body. Is he a  junkie for size? A man who loves nothing but to have a bigger partner? It can explain things really well. But that’s not the whole truth.

He kisses her with such passion, he holds onto her curves with such a thrill, with such desire. He lusts for her larger body. Something she’s been able to tell is the way he looks at her with desire, with lust in his eyes.

He loves the tightness of her body, how she outgrows her clothes week after week. The way her butt keeps getting bigger and bigger. Wider, rounder, firmer, enormous! He quivers with every shake of her ass, trembles together with her juicy peach.

Her thighs have expanded so juicily, so sensuously, becoming so plump, so massive, so sexy to him! A big butt, held by a pair of sexy trunks called legs. Her body was the definition of a thick, stunning goddess. 

But his main interest was not on her butt, not on her legs, her lower half was not the part of hers he lusts for. There’s something above, a pair of things above…

Neil’s a boob-guy, he admires her legs but his main attraction has always been her boobs.

Those big, bouncy melons. His heart skips a beat every time she complains about outgrowing her bras. Every time she says she needs to size-up, he trembles. He quivers in ecstasy at the expansion of her bosom.

Bigger, heavier, rounder and rounders as they expand and expand. When she turns, sometimes too fast, her boobs jolt. They bounce in such a ridiculous way that it’s almost cartoonish! But to him, this is not silly, this is sexy!

Bigger and bigger boobs, every week, as she goes on, they have gone from a nice pair of boobs into a gargantuan pair of melons! So huge he often has no idea what to do with so much flesh. 

Could that be the reason why he’s all over her boobs while they have sex? Yes, that 's right. However, this time he has gone for something different.

He was kissing her enormous breasts, as usual, and she didn't really mind. IT tickles, but she can hold it. The only different thing, today, was that… she was feeling a bit more sensitive, her boobs felt warm and her nipples felt harder and perkier than usual.

On top of that, he… sucked on them. Sometimes he does, a kiss and then some mild sucking on her hard nipple. But this time it was different, he sucked and sucked for a while. Penny has no idea if it was because she felt extra sensitive, but she thought he was taking a while to finish. 

A really long time to get over her tits and nipples. Was it because they were bigger? It could be, maybe his dream, his ultimate fantasy, was for him to be smothered by boobs so gigantic he could barely breathe. This was his dream, right? Big boobs, that’s fine, right?

Well, his dream is not complete, not yet…

—

Days went by, and then they turned into weeks.

So Neil likes boobs? Well, who doesn’t? It was easier for her to tease him by knowing he loves huge breasts.

Her tops were more provocative. Shirts and blouses wildly unbuttoned so that he could see the deep line of cleavage; and to tease him by making him stare and wonder just how deep it goes. Her tops were too tight sometimes, with the main goal of teasing him as her nipples showed more and more.

Being too big for normal clothes, and then too big for even the custom-made ones, it all meant her body was frequently trying to escape her clothes. Tube tops, tank tops, even the shirts sometimes, her flesh bounced, trembled, quivered and pushed her tops down. Within a few minutes her nipples were threatening to pop out. She made sure to show some of her areola by the time he came home.

And then, she didn’t care to fix that, she just kept going; she kept moving and her tops kept going down. Sometimes he could listen to his heart beating as her nipples were less than an inch away from popping out. The suspense was so thrilling for him, and when they finally popped out, he trembled.

—

Penny did a lot of things to tease him, to allure him, to ensure she was the only woman in his mind.

But, does this mean she has become possessive? Not quite. A part of her is really afraid of how far she’s gone. She’s seen her old pictures, pictures that were taken not so long ago. Before they met.

Just a couple of months back, she was 5´6”, a woman of an average height and of an average size. Looking back at her clothes, they seem so tiny now, her shoes, there’s no way she can put those on. Her jeans? Well, no, definitely not. Bra? Tops? A single one of her boobs could rip the whole thing in half.

She’s gone from 5´6” to a 7´6” amazon! Two whole feet in height! And she cannot say how much in weight. But she’s not fat, she’s just thicker. Curves, she’s all sexy curves, very big curves.

Maybe there’s a part of hers that’s afraid of losing him. Neil’s the only man she knows, who would love her the way she is. As a thick, voluptuous amazon. With gigantic breasts, an enormous butt and the constant need for custom-made clothes. And recently, furniture.

So, it’ll make sense if she becomes possessive. He’s the only man who’ll love her. There’s no turning back, no man will not be intimidated by her size. No one will turn at her and not feel afraid. She’s massive! Not just tall, she’s big all over! Who’d want a woman as big? Neil, he’s the one who loves her. But, what if he dumps her? 

What if, one of these days, he wakes up and decides he’s tired of her? 

That’s an insecurity she has. What if he just… leaves? What if he no longer wants to be with her? What if she’s not the woman he’s dreamt about?

That’s just an insecurity, it’s not actually something that has happened; or something he has felt outside of her mind. He shows no sign of getting tired of hers, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. The taller and bigger she becomes, the closer he gets to her.

Does he look at other women? No, his eyes are always on her. When they go out to the mall, to the grocery store, to the movies, anywhere they go, his eyes belong to her. However, the kind of places they go are a bit… limited.

Her butt’s too big for normal chairs, she’s too tall for some other places. She struggles to fit in small spaces. They must be at large, spacious places, and with reinforced chairs designed for a woman that has over four X’s on her clothes. 

At some point, he must be tired, right? No, in fact, it’s the opposite.

“No way, did you see how tiny you made that chair look? I was like… WOW! There’s no way she’s tht big already!” He said.

“I know, I was honestly afraid I would… break it down. But it hold me, barely…” She admitted, not as excited as he sounds.

“I know! I was, like, Penny’s sooo big! And… that, honestly, it turned me on a little. I… don’t make fun of me but, I envied the chair a little…” He blushed a bit.

“Really?” For real. The bigger she gets, the larger she becomes, it turns him on more.

To see her being too big for the normal things, too tall or too thick, that turns him on. His desires for her larger and bigger do not cease, they don’t decrease. Just how big should she be?

And there were other things. Different things.

—

“I love you, do you love me?” He asked the other day.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” She said.

“I don’t know… maybe, you could say it more often?” he asked.

More often? A part of her was mad. Does that mean she doesn’t show it? That she loves him? But she must be fair, she must be gentle. He’s sweet, kind, maybe she hasn’t been that way recently? She’s focused on teasing him, maybe he wants something else?

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, I… don’t get me wrong, I think you’re wonderful, but… there’s a certain way some women talk which I find… lovely.” Lovely? How do they talk?

“Would you like me to tell you how much I love you every morning? Don’t you think it’ll be a little weird saying every morning: Good morning, I love you.” she said, with a smile as this seems ironic.

“No, you don’t need to say “I love you” every time. But, there’s a few words that… would make me feel special.” feel special? Well, if someone must make him feel special, that’s her, right?

This is a way, and a kind and maybe silly one, of asking for something. He’s giving her some… feedback. This, partially, upsets her a bit. He convinced her into becoming this tall, turning her this thick, making her the voluptuous amazon she is today. And now… he wants her to act in a certain way? Is he trying to change her? To build his ideal girlfriend? She’ll give him a chance, maybe this was not as bad as it seems.

“Feel special? What kind of words would make you feel special?” she asked, if he makes her call him her king, she’s going to get mad.

“I think it´ll be lovely if you called me sweetheart. I… I’m your sweetheart, right? Or honey, maybe… dear? Or… precious? I feel very silly but… those words… they mean sweet things, right? And, you don’t have to but, it’s kind of dumb. I´m just saying, if you like, maybe we can have this special names for each other… we don’t need to use them outside, maybe just here, at home?” he asked.

She looked at him for a moment, and then she smiled. That’s it? He only wants silly names? Well, she can do that, it’s easy. She thought this was going to get worse.

“Of course, my sugar crumb. I can do that.” she has no idea, but he quivered. And then, she caressed him, which made him tremble.

She has no idea, but this was the very beginning of his real reasons for wanting a big girlfriend. She asked if he was going to call her names, but he said he’d show his love some other way. There’s a word, a few, but he’d like to use them later.

It didn’t seem fair, but that’s fine. If he wants her to call him sugar, honey, my love. That’s fine. However, isn’t that the way older women talk? He’s not trying to turn her into an auntie, right?

That would be silly. But it’s not that far from the truth. He’s still hiding his real reasons, his main fantasy, but he doesn’t feel as safe now. But the day is soon to come…

—

Neil has his own dilemma. When to tell her the truth? The whole truth? That’s the reason why all women escape, the reason why all of the ladies he’s dated end up walking away from him.

He’s a nice guy, he’s kind, the closest to a gentleman there is. There’s only one thing about him. A small fetish he’s got. Which is not that much of a fetish, at least he’s said so in the hopes he can justify his actions and say his desires are more normal.

A tall girlfriend he can look up to, with curves for days, so thick, so sexy. And the words, he mentioned that and, lucky him, it worked! Penny started with one word at a time, and it soon grew on her.

“Dinner’s almost ready, honey. You can come to the table in five minutes, ok darling?” He blushed, didn’t even made eye contact.

That happened the other day, and yes, Penny was taller, 7´7”, and outgrowing her clothes already. What has he done to deserve the woman of his dreams? Easy, he paid for the whole treatment, he paid for her larger clothes, he’s actually looking for a new place with higher ceilings.

A small comment here, a reasonable request there. But there’s one thing that doesn’t let him feel he deserves this, the truth. The actual truth for this. Even Penny’s been looking out for that, he could tell in some questions she made. She wants the truth, and she deserves it, but it’s hard for him to confess.

He was afraid she could put the pieces together. The height, the curves, the sweet words, and on top of that, the boobs. There’s something in particular he requested for at the treatment, a small plus for her. Something that hasn’t appeared yet, but will sure come out soon.

He thought he was going to, by then, have told her all about his real intentions, but he couldn’t find the courage. He was ashamed, he was scared, he was concerned she was going to walk out the door like all of the others.

He has no idea she’s worried about being too big to find love in someone else. Too big to leave him, that there’s no hope anywhere else. Not to get this wrong, she loves him, but there’s no plan B, at all.

Now, they both have their own insecurities, they both feel worried and they both feel shy sometimes, but things are working fine, things are nearly perfect, but one thing would really turn their fantasy life into a real dream. Who’ll speak up first?

—

Naturally, Neil didn’t say it all. He didn’t confess or warn her about a little something he had done. If she doesn’t mind getting perpetually bigger, she won’t mind this other thing, right? So he says to convince himself.

He tried to forget, but he couldn’t. However, time kept passing by. Within their six-month anniversary, yes he celebrated that milestone, he got a new place. A house! An actual house!

“Ok, careful, one step, ok there you go. Just… don’t let go of my hand, we’re almost there.” Neil spoke as he guided a blindfolded Penny through the front-yard.

“Where are we? You drove for half-an-hour! Neil, where have you taken me, honey?” She took careful steps as she walked. She’s been blindfolded ever since they left the apartment. It felt like forever! And she’s not wrong, it was almost half-an-hour.

“I’m taking you somewhere… new! A new place for our new beginning.” He said as she was a few steps away from the front door. It was hard to guide a 7´9” amazon of a woman who weights almost triple what you do, but she’s gentle and walking slowly.

Where is this place? A house, and what new beginning? Their new beginning. He was hoping to confess, maybe buying a house for them both would make the news less… awful? How bad would she take those? The house is one thing, but his confession is a whole other deal.

“Ok, we’re here. You can uncover your eyes now.” He said as he opened the door. A door taller than her, but not by much. 8’ tall.

“What is this place?” She asked once the piece of cloth was off.

“This is… our new place.” he said as he stepped in.

“OURS?” She asked.

“That’s right! Happy Six-month anniversary!” He cheered.

“Wait! A house? You bought me a house?!” That’s a HUGE gift, but she’s also a huge lady so… it fits right?

“I bought US a house. I know the apartment’s a bit… small for you now. So, I decided to change that. This place has nine-foot-tall ceilings, at least. I think the living room’s like ten-feet… anyways, do you like it? I know our place is not as comfortable, but this one will be! I even ordered a HUGE bed…” This was beyond a gift, this was HUGE!

“I love it, my love. I… I don’t really have a gift for you, which makes me feel bad. And you… you got a huge place for us! To meet my needs, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She admitted.

“Don’t worry, you’re my every-day gift. This is just me giving back. This new place for us, for my girlfriend, for the lovely lady who… who understood my… my kink. And who has gone through so much just for… me. I know this was not easy, and this is a real life-changer, but you… you’ve gone through all of this just for me. And I thank you for that, I truly thank you for all you’ve gone through.” He said.

“Aww, how cute. But I didn’t do this on my own, you were with me during all that path. This, my size, it’s a work of both. Even if I’m the one who’s huge, we’ve both grown during this relationship.” A smile was drawn in both their faces.

And he couldn’t admit that he wanted to. But the time will come, whether or not he intends to, the real truth will come out.

Now, with his gigantic girlfriend, the days are counted. Sure, there’s a bigger house, it’s an actual house and not just an apartment, she’s got bigger clothes that should fit her for… a couple more days. She loves him and he loves her. But to agree on becoming taller and thicker was one thing, and the other change he requested for was another.

One day, it was just a random morning, she woke up, and when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a stain on her top. More specifically, over her boob, more specifically on the bottom part, more specifically right over her nipple.

“What the…?” it was big enough for her to see it, a small wet spot. But where did it come from? Did she bend and her nipple touched the wet surface of the sink without noticing?

 She ignored it, but this was the beginning of the true change…