CW: consensual non-sexual violence, verbal threat of bodily harm, light BDSM, light sexual pain and biting, NSFW, alcohol consumption, mini-giantess to larger giantess sizes, growth

 

Note: This story contains a brief scene of physical violence.  The events are well-telegraphed in the story, giving readers a chance to opt-out of that section.

 

Eve dozed, a serene smile on her lips.  Abigail had been watching her sleep for twenty minutes – waiting for her own eyelids to grow heavy, so she could drift off beside her beloved.  The moment had yet to come.  Abigail had been looking forward to their annual cabin getaway for months, and now that she was finally beside Eve again, she didn’t want to lose a moment to silly old sleep.  It felt like a cheesy pop song, but there it was.

There was also a bit of FOMO in her wakefulness.  She could hear voices through the wall from the next bedroom.  Three women talking quietly, their voices punctuated by occasional laughs and moans.  Abigail had a feeling things were going to shake out this way.  She and Jess had been dating for nine months, and for at least eight of them Chloe had quietly been interested in Jess as well.  Mackenzie was enough of a queen bee to finally bring them together – for the small finder’s fee of joining in.

Abby knew she’d be welcome to join, too.  But at nine feet tall, she’d be taking up a little too much space.  In both the literal, and figurative sense.

She leaned down and kissed Eve on the temple.  The four-foot witch sighed happily in her sleep.  Carefully, Abigail extracted herself from the arms of her beloved.  She pulled on a robe and crawled through the door back into the cabin’s living room.  It wasn’t even midnight.  Plenty of time for another drink.

Lilith was there, watching her.  The eye glow that both sisters shared was subtle – Eve’s an emerald green, Lilith’s the deep red of burning embers.  You could easily miss it in the daylight, but in the pitch black of a country night, it was impossible to miss.

“Fancy meeting you here, babygirl.  I thought you’d be down for the count.  I mean, with the way you were screaming….”

“Sorry,” Abigail said.  “It’s a cube-square thing.  Big body, big voice.”

“Well then, I take back the compliment.  You want another drink?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”  Abigail stood, mindful of the low ceiling beam that bisected the cabin, and made her way toward the kitchen.  “You want one?”

“I got it.” In the darkness the witch hurried past her, brushing skin against skin, and made it to the kitchen first.  “Manhattans okay?”

“I mean yeah, but that’s expensive bourbon you brought with you.”

Lilith was already pouring.  “Don’t worry about it.”

“At least size me down first.  You’ll have to mix it really, really strong if I’m this big.”

The witch turned, briefly illuminated in the light of the refrigerator.  She was apparently normal-sized for the moment – tall for a woman, but far smaller than Abigail’s present height.  Lilith had stripped out of the cocktail dress she’d worn for most of the evening, leaving her in nothing but a bra, panties, and stiletto heels.  “Abigail, do you have any idea how profitable my type of witching is? I’m not like Eve – I get paid for my powers.  Besides that, if I wanted booze I’d just take it, and whoever used to own it would thank me for the privilege.  Don’t insult me.  Or think you have to be less than you are just so I can handle you.”

“Hmph.  When you put it that way.  Make mine a double.”

A brief search revealed there weren’t glasses big enough for that.  Abigail suggested they check the garage for a bucket.  Lilith made her two drinks instead.

They sat down together – Lilith on the couch, nine-foot Abby on the floor beside her.

Abigail sipped her drink.  “So.  How’s Kayla?”

Lilith told her.  It wasn’t a long story – the witch tended to stick to the facts when she wasn’t pontificating.  Even so, Abigail had almost finished her first drink by the time the story ended.  She felt warmed by what she’d heard, along with a complex mix of other feelings.  The alcohol helped to bring it into focus.

They sat together like that for a long time afterward, neither of them saying anything.  It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence.  But apart from their first meeting, the two had almost never been alone together.  Abigail suspected that even Lilith didn’t know quite how to handle it.

“It’s a nice night,” Abby said at last.

In the next room, Mackenzie’s voice rose into a sudden crescendo, a howl of passion that resolved into a low giggle.

“Yup,” Lilith agreed.

“Do you wanna–”

“Let’s go for a walk,” the witch interrupted.  “The moon’s almost full.  It’ll be nice.”

Abby finished drink number two in a gulp.  “Okay.  But let’s go south.  Elijah was headed north when he went out to commune with nature, and I’d rather not startle him when he’s in feral mode.  And make me another Manhattan for the road.”

The moon was hidden behind a thin layer of clouds.  Mist was just beginning to rise from the forest floor, painting the whole world in pastel grays.  It was so quiet that Abigail’s ears rang with it.  As far as she knew, they might be the only people for miles in any direction.

Abby was about to suggest they cast around and try to find a path, but when she turned, Lilith was undressing.   The witch removed her shoes in a little hop-kick, then stripped out of everything else.  She gave Abigail a seductive smirk – then laughed, skipping out of sight into the forest.

Abigail swore.  She knew a challenge when she saw one, and no way was she going to let Lilith win by default.  She drained half her drink, removed her robe.  Finished the other half, and sprinted naked after the witch into the dark.

Night sounds were all around her.  Strange birds, and creepy frogs, and things Abigail couldn’t hope to identify.  Far ahead she could hear Lilith’s laughter, bidding her on.  Branches scrapped, and thorns stung.  Abigail has always been afraid of the dark.  She wasn’t afraid now.  At her height, she was either the scariest thing in the forest, or chasing the scariest thing.  Either way, it felt good.

She came upon Lilith in a clearing, panting, waiting for Abigail to catch up.

“Seems like you’re in your element,” Abby said, ducking under a branch.

Lilith nodded, still staring at the clouded sky.  Her body was in silhouette, but there was enough light to suggest her figure – naked, and almost impossibly lush.  Abigail felt her breath catch as the woman turned in her direction.

“Hey.  Abby.”

“Yeah?”

Lilith came closer.  Her hips swayed in a figure eight as she moved.  She stopped with her hands on her waist, an inch from Abigail.  She was so much shorter that her head hardly cleared Abby’s navel.

“I want to ask you a favor,” Lilith said.  “Are you in the mood to grant me favors?”

Abigail frowned.  “Maybe.  But I’m understandably cautious making deals with you.  So I want to hear your terms first.  Every last one.”

“It isn’t complicated.”  Lilith paused shyly.  “I just… want you to hit me.”

Abigail waited her out.  Crickets chirped.  Far in the distance a pack of coyotes had a snarling argument, then faded to silence.

“Once,” Lilith said at last.  The witch touched her cheek.  “Closed-fist.  As hard as you can.”

“Why?”

Lilith spat in the dirt.  When she spoke, there was anger in her voice.  “You know why.”

“I want to say, ‘Because you’ll get off on it.’  And you will, of course.  But I’m not stupid.  So yeah, I know why.  The real reason.”

“And you’ll accept those terms?”

Abigail bent far, far down, until she could breathe in the little witch’s face.  “If I accepted those terms, we’d need to go back to the cabin.  I saw an old hatchet lying in the corner.  It looked rusty and mean.  We both know I’m nowhere near big enough to hurt you.  Not for real.  If this is about opening old wounds, and you paying a price for what you did to me, I would need something much more serious than just my fist.”

Lilith laughed softly.  “I really do like you, Abigail.  Your threats are always such poetry.”

“Believe it or not?  I like you, too.”

The witch let out a sigh, and laid a gentle hand on Abigail’s fist.  She’d been clenching it tightly for the last thirty seconds.  She hadn’t realized.

“I’ll accept your axe if that’s what you want.  What if instead I let you hit me as many times as you want, until you’re satisfied?   And you’re wrong about one thing: it’s going to hurt me.  I may be a durable little twat, but I still feel everything that happens to me, with all the appropriate intensity.  Which is great when someone is beating my ass in the bedroom but… what I’m asking here… I’m not planning to enjoy it.”

“I’m not going to hold back.  What it’s too much?  What will you do?”

Lilith raised her hand, and held it palm-out.  “I’ll surrender.”

“Then I accept your terms.”

“Thank you,” Lilith said.  “Can I make a suggestion?”

“I don’t promise to take it.”

“Of course not.  Just.  At your size, I’d go with an uppercut.  Try to catch me on the chin, or the nose.  That’ll do the most damage.”

Abigail nodded.  “Eyes open, or closed?”

“Open.” Lilith braced herself.  “Always open.”

Abigail hit her.

The strike was enough to send Lilith flying across the clearing.  She lay for a moment, sprawled across the forest floor.  Then she coughed, dusted herself off, and got back to her feet.

“Good.  This time, lead with your shoulder, and pivot with your hip.  That’s where the power comes from.  A girl should know how to access her power.”

They went on like that.  An increasingly shaken Lilith giving her pointers and advice, as Abby punched her again and again into the dirt.  Toward the end the witch was slurring her speech, hardly able to stay balanced to receive the next strike.  Yet still, she came back for more.  Abigail had a feeling Lilith wanted to get to an even seven.  But after the sixth punch, when Lilith took a very long time getting up, Abby decided she’d had enough.

She sat on the forest floor and pulled Lilith into her lap.  Both women were out of breath, sweat pouring from their bodies.

“Do you feel better?” she asked the witch.

“Fuck you,” Lilith husked.  She turned away.  “This wasn’t for me, you dumb bitch.  It was for you.”

“I know.  I appreciate it.”  Abigail picked a few wisps of grass that clung to Lilith’s skin, and wiped a smudge of dirt off her thigh.  “Are you okay?  You don’t look any worse for the wear.”

“It’s a conscious choice.” The woman still wasn’t looking at her.  “It’s a witch thing, I mean.  Controlling that stuff is even easier than changing my size.  I can show all the bruises you gave me, if you want.”

They lay like that.  Around them, the forest had become very still.

“Your right hand,” Lilith said, after a time.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’m a little sore, but–”

“No.  It… smells like her.”

“Eve?”

“Who else?”

Abigail smiled.  She tenderly brushed her knuckle along the bridge of Lilith’s nose.  It hardly surprised her when the witch turned her face and kissed it.

“You know, Lilith.  You’re not that complicated.  For all your pomp and bluster, I see right through you.  I know why you wanted to clear the air between us.  Or I mean, I know the other reason.”

“And?”

“And.  You’re a big girl.  Use your fucking words.”

The witch thought about this for a long time.  “I asked her this morning.  Eve.  If it would be okay, if you and I… you know.”

“What’d she say?”

“She gave me her blessing.  Not just that.  A blessing.  Like.  She blessed it.”

Slowly, Abigail leaned down, lifting the woman as she did, until their foreheads touched.  “I asked her too, and got the same blessing.  Like.  Fully a year ago.”

She kissed Lilith on the mouth.

The witch softened under her advances, practically melting as Abigail pressed into her.  She felt Lilith smile wickedly through the kiss – and suddenly she bit down against Abigail’s bottom lip.

Abby flinched.  It had taken her by surprise, and Lilith’s teeth were sharp.

“Oops.  My mistake.  I didn’t think you were that fragile.”  The witch grinned innocently up from Abigail’s lap.

Abby grinned in return.  “I’m going to get you for that.”

“Promise?”

In a flash, Abigail lifted the tiny woman, and slammed her naked back against a nearby tree.  Her feet dangled high above the ground.

Lilith’s eyes widened.

“Promise.”

She sank her teeth into the woman’s shoulder – gently at first.  Lilith moaned as she slowly increased the pressure, grabbing Abigail for support, wrapping her thighs around her waist.  Abby indulged her, leaning in until she felt a wet spot of warmth plush against her stomach.

The witch groaned.  “That feels really good.  You can… bite harder.  A lot harder, actually.  If you want.”

Abby laughed in her face, and began to lick her instead.  Her face, her neck, the tops of her breasts.  Lilith squealed and struggled, but Abigail held her fast.  There was something feral, almost lupine about it – as though she were grooming the woman, and making a point as she did.  Lilith’s skin was salty with sweat, and beneath that was the bitter tang of cigarettes, and deeper still, the honey-sweetness of her body wash.

Gradually she gave the witch what she wanted, mixing in little nips and bites as she explored Lilith’s body.  The witch moaned especially loud when these bites fell on her tits, or the soft parts of her thighs.  By now her hair was a mess, her expression wild.

“Please,” the smaller woman gasped.  She began to say it over and over, as Abigail lapped down her tummy.  “Please.  Please.  Please!”

She considered taunting Lilith about this.  But it would’ve been a waste of words to ask, ‘please what,’ when they both knew the answer.  And the word itself was already the second-highest currency Lilith could offer.  Abigail accepted it.

She lifted the witch higher, used her thumbs to force her legs apart, and dove face-first into her tiny cunt.

It turned out Lilith shared another trait with Eve, besides the glowing of her eyes: the girl was unreasonably wet.  Abigail wondered for a moment if the witch was magically lubricating herself – before Lilith snapped her back to reality.  She grabbed a fistful of Abigail’s hair, let out a death metal scream, and had her first orgasm of the night.  It hadn’t even been ten seconds.

Abby didn’t bother to count after that.  Lilith was voracious, insatiable, and it took hardly any effort to push her over the edge.  Partly it was that the witch had a hair trigger.  But even in this moment, the two of them were good conversationalists.  Lilith’s moans had the power of language, communicating precisely where Abigail should direct her attentions.  And Abigail told Lilith how to move, when to lie back or lean forward, with the faintest tilting of her head.  A few times she had to make it clear that Lilith needed to stop squeezing Abby’s head with her thighs – the witch was tiny, but powerful.

They went until Abigail’s jaw began to cramp.  By then the alcohol was starting to catch up with her.  She wished she had brought some water.  But in its absence, she needed to get off her feet for a while.

She pulled Lilith away from the tree and dropped her to the ground, leaving her flat on her back.  The woman looked up as Abigail towered over her.

“My turn,” Abby growled.  “You’re gonna get me off now, understand?”

Lilith nodded emphatically and beckoned her closer.

Abigail knelt, dropped low, prepared to sit on the witch’s face.  What a treat that she didn’t have to be gentle.  She was going to grind this girl into the dust….

“Wait.”

Abby waited.  “Everything okay?”

The witch gazed back, a transcendent smile splitting her face from ear to ear.  “Yeah, I’m good.  I wanted to know… can I use magic for this?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re asking my permission?”

Lilith blew a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Can you understand why I’d want your enthusiastic consent for something like that?  Especially right now?”

“Yeah, I can.  Sorry for teasing you.”  Abigail thought for a moment.  “I think… for right now… no using magic to get me off.”

The witch looked disappointed.

“Not for our first time, I mean.  I want to see what you can do with your natural skills.  Next time, you can magic me into a fuck-coma for all I care.”

“Who says there’s going to be a next time?”

Abigail laughed.  Lilith laughed with her.

“But I specifically mean no sex magic,” Abby went on.  “There’s no reason you have to be beneath me.  Metaphorically, anyway.  Like you said: you don’t have to pretend you’re less than you are to make me comfortable.”

The witch smiled, and began to grow.  Abigail was obligated to spread her thighs to accommodate her.  In only a few seconds, Lilith had matched her height of nine feet.

The mini-giantess gave her a playful kiss on the labia, then went to work.

Right away, Abigail knew she was in trouble.  Lilith was just too good.  Oftentimes, noises Abby made in bed were a bit theatrical, intended to encourage her partner.  Not here.  Every moan, every yip and howl, was absolutely torn from her.  She was powerless to stop them.  Lilith knew it, too.  She could only see the woman’s glowing eyes, but even that was enough to be sure Lilith was smirking.

“Hey, Abigail?” the woman asked sweetly, a few minutes in – blessedly giving her a break.

“Y-yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking.  This height I’m at now.  It doesn’t actually represent our normal difference.  I should be bigger if I’m compensating for your present size.  I’m naturally five-nine.  And you’re what, four-seven?”

“Actually, these days, my average is more like–”

Her words cut off in a scream as Lilith went back to eating her out, growing bigger with every lick.   She quickly reached the height difference she’d described – head and shoulders taller than Abby – and didn’t slow for a moment.  She was large enough that Abigail was at her mercy, a mere plaything, even if she was technically on top.  And then the woman’s growth accelerated.  She felt herself lifted bodily by Lilith’s chest, her knees no longer able to reach the forest floor.  Lilith’s tongue flicked, her fingers thrust, all of them getting bigger by the second.  Abigail’s voice cracked.  Her throat was getting hoarse.

And still, Lilith grew.

She was three times Abigail’s size now, almost filling the clearing.  She held Abigail to her lips with tender hands that wrapped fully around her body, massaging her like a stress toy.  The witch was holding in her growth now.  Saving it up, then gaining height in large pulses each time Abigail came – claiming a victory.

And then, Lilith began to edge her.

Abigail was near her physical limit by that point.  She held on as best she could, weathering the assault.  Lilith was simply toying with her, not going to let her cum that final time until she was damn well ready.  From the look of savage glee in her eyes, the witch might very well go on like this until sun-up.  Abigail knew she could end it by simply raising her hand and calling a surrender.  She glared petulantly down at the smirking witch, sweat dripping from her bangs.

The battle of wills continued for at least ten minutes – before Lilith finally smiled.

“Not bad,” the giantess purred.  “I’m honestly impressed you made it this far without breaking.  You’re tougher than you look, babygirl.  So I’ll grant you my mercy.  I’m going to count backward from one hundred….”

“Please,” Abigail interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“I….”  Abigail held up her hand, palm out.  “I don’t want to count backward.  You’re really fucking good, Lilith.  Okay?  You won.  So.  Finish me.  Please.”

Lilith inhaled sharply.  Then she clamped down, and did something with her tongue that made Abigail’s vision go black.

As she came, she felt the witch swell beneath her.  Lilith was so big that Abigail could’ve fit in the palm of her hand.  Yet this last growth spurt was oddly muted, considering Lilith was accepting the surrender of an old enemy.  Abigail wondered at it.  She would’ve expected Lilith to really lord the victory over her.  Why was she holding back?

The sensation that followed came on suddenly.  Abigail recognized it at once, though feeling it from this source was an utter shock – like lightning out of a clear blue sky.  Her own body began to swell, expanding rapidly in all directions, fast enough to more than keep pace with Lilith.  Abigail moaned out in ecstasy, her fingers digging into the dirt.  Her body doubled in size, then doubled again, and again.  In the space of five seconds, her growth had all but erased Lilith’s height advantage.

In the aftermath, the two women stared at each other.  Both of them were blushing furiously.

“Can you usually do that?” Abigail whispered.  “Make someone else grow?  Eve said she can’t, except under, um, very specific circumstances.  But there’s no way you feel that for me.  Right?  Because–”

“Abby, shut up.”  The blue-haired giantess scrunched her face in thought, clearly wrestling with an uncomfortable idea.  Lilith had a beautifully expressive face, and Abigail had a front row seat to watch her transition through at least a dozen emotions in as many seconds.

Finally, her expression resolved into a timid smile.  She leaned forward, and experimentally licked Abigail again.

Abby moaned – and grew bigger.

They sat together after that.  There were things to be decided, midnight bargains to be struck.  At first, Lilith was still bigger.  Her clever fingers helped Abigail to close the gap.  Then the two of them took turns outgrowing each other, as they explored the bounds of their new relationship.

They startled a flock of crows as they crested the trees together.  Abigail confessed she’d always liked them, not least because of their pluralization – murder.  Lilith agreed.  Another thing they had in common.

Words eventually failed them.  They found a position where they could sit and mutually exchange pleasure, muffling moans with soul kisses.  The world around them became increasingly insignificant.

When they finally stopped – by mutual decree – they were so big that they towered over every tree in the forest.  Even sitting, they were high enough to see the garish city light glow, hundreds of miles away on the horizon.  Abigail did a little math, and put the lower bound of their height at three hundred feet.  She could’ve figured it out more precisely, but she had better things to think about.

The wind was intense, and a little cold up here.  Lilith hugged her.  She hugged back.  Lilith’s long blue hair ruffled, stirring about them in a pretty little whirlwind.

High above, that same wind parted the clouds.  And at last, the strawberry moon shone down – tempting, friendly, and two days from full.

Lilith met her eye, then fixed the moon with an angry smile.  She threw back her head, and howled in her high-timbred voice.

Abby’s first instinct was to shush her.  There were at least three towns close enough to hear that!  Big body, big voice, and who knew the consequences?

But the immediate consequences were just the coyotes, howling along in agreement.

“We howl at the moon,” Lilith said, suddenly shy again.  “You in?”

Abigail had read somewhere that howling at the moon was a misnomer.  Coyotes, or wolves for that matter, didn’t do that.  Probably those coyotes were howling to mark out territory, or express their ennui.  More likely it was because they were aware there were two giant somethings in the forest tonight, and everyone better watch out.

But there were lots of other reasons canines howled – including to celebrate a successful hunt.

She favored Lilith with a smile, took a deep breath, and howled at the top of her lungs.

They went on like that.  Trading howls, pausing in between to giggle, or share a kiss.  And celebrated their new pack.