Paradise Found Ch. 01

With her new height, they were nearly at shoulder height for me, and I paused for a moment to take her in. She grew tired of my gawking, grabbed my hands and brought them to her flesh. Luxuriating in the soft feel of her pillowy mounds, I started massaging. Slowly I traced her skin, incredulous at my ability to fit my entire cupped hand under the width of each breast. She closed her eyes and moaned, apparently enjoying the feel of my touch.

In her extreme state of arousal and with my diligent ministrations, Elise's nipples had quickly solidified, protruding more than half an inch from the pebbly surface of her beer coaster-sized areolas. I marveled at their thickness, gently nibbling each glorious nub. Idly, I wondered how she possibly could have hidden them within her shirt and bra before.

The fact that her nipples were now almost level with my mouth was not lost on either of us. Seeming to want as much contact between her silky skin and my face as possible, she drew me to her, cradling the back of my head tenderly as I licked and caressed her. My passion stoked into full fury, I mashed my face into each breast while sucking on her nipples. Realizing I could sink my entire face, from forehead to chin, into the yielding bounty of each glorious breast, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this day," she said breathlessly.

"What do you mean?" I asked idly, hardly able to spare a thought for anything but the goddess made flesh before me.

She pulled away, still clutching my head with her shaking hands, and looked down to meet my eyes.

"We've always been close. You know that. But I've wanted you for so long." Her smiling eyes confirmed the truth of her words.

"Every time Billy and I got intimate, I thought of you...

These past years have been difficult for me. Being your best friend. Hearing every detail of your romantic life. Riding the good times and bad with you, always wishing I could take the place of the girls you pined for."

"El, this feels so right, but what would it do to us? We've been best friends for so long. I don't want to ruin that."

My words warred with my instincts, but prudence demanded caution. What if this was only the virus forcing her actions? Would our relationship be ruined? Hesitating, I pulled back.

Her eyes snapped open with concern. "What's wrong? Don't you want this?"

"Elise, I can't explain my actions over the last hour. I feel more attracted to you than I've ever felt to any woman, but..."

She reached down and laid her hand upon my erection, showing obviously through my pants by now. "I can tell," she breathed. "What's the issue?"

"Well, what if this ruins our..."

She cut me off, grabbing my jeans with authority. She unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked them down with such alacrity that I stood in shock. My cock sprang forth, proud and pulsing with my heartbeat. She stared for a moment at the better-than eight inches of me that stood erect.

A slow grin crept across her face, "I had...no idea. It would seem you and I were made for one another."

Finding little fault with her logic, I drew her to the bed, noticing how difficult it was to move her with her new size.

Eyes glossy and breathing heavily, Elise reached down as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down her stretch pants. They tore, her strength proving more than a match for their stubbornness.

I gazed at the nearly four feet of legs in front of me and reflexively reached out to feel her skin. I was wondering how such a large woman could keep her skin feeling like the softest thing I had ever touched when she raised her legs in the air and grabbed my ass, pulling me forward with her considerable strength.

I felt a small tremor of fear as she implacably drew me to her dripping wet womanhood. She was clean shaven save a small strip of hair, and I noticed her lips were red and swollen at her extreme state of arousal. She barely paused as she guided me into her.

"Oh. Oh God, Alex. You're just... I have no words," she moaned, closing her eyes to as she seemingly reveled in the sensation of being filled.

I almost cried out in warning as she took me into her, expecting that my size would cause her pain without taking it slow. Most women I had been with had to take me in stages.

Her incredible readiness and size, however, brought us nothing but sweet pleasure as she consumed me. Needing no further encouragement, I continued to repeatedly thrust every inch of my stiff cock into her, hypnotized with the way her enormous breasts pooled and swayed as she rocked in time with my movements.

After our warm-up earlier, Elise didn't last long; her grunts quickly became ear-piercing shouts as she came in a river of ecstasy.

Though satisfied now that I had pleased her, I still wanted this to be a truly memorable experience. I continued on, resolved to get her off at least once more before satisfying myself.

After her first climax, she was so slick that my sensation had diminished considerably. Why not have a little fun with her?

I drew back, positioning my glans just inside her warm folds, and looked into her eyes. Her stare was intense; her chocolate eyes little pools of need as she waited. Slowly, I pulled clear of her, noticing her tiny frown as I did so. Moving even slower, I again inserted my throbbing tip. To her apparent frustration, I repeated the motion several times, each time holding it just inside her.

Her patience at my teasing eventually gave out, and she could take no more. She growled and grabbed me with incredible power, pulling me all the way into her steamy sheath. Her deep moan echoed my extreme pleasure as we joined so deeply.

All pretense abandoned, I became an animal, grinding and thrusting as never before, the two of us riding a swell of pleasure that seemed without limit. After what felt like long minutes of such heights, I remembered my circumstances in a panic, looking at her with a questioning expression.

"Doc said... I can't get pregnant... please, I need your cum inside me," she barely managed to get out, as she began to experience bliss as never before.

Finally, I felt the pressure of release upon me and let go. The sensation was euphoric, and continued to mount as my seed continuously jetted into her.

Spent, I slumped forward onto her chest. She encircled me with her arms and swung her legs onto the bed with me between them. We lay that way and cuddled for some time. As I laid there on top of her, head resting on her perfect breast, she wrapped me gently with her body, seemingly intent on completely drawing me into her. Despite my post-coital haze, I noted how utterly she engulfed me, and felt as a child receiving a hug from an adult. Feeling warm and safe as she clung to me, I thought of the intimacy I now shared with my best friend.

"Well. That was intense," she mumbled, looking down at my naked body. Her eyes were drawn to my flagging member as I extracted myself from her and sat up. I thought I noted a subtle flash of something more come over her features as she looked at me, but whatever it was disappeared before I could interpret it. I suspected she feared going too far with our fragile new relationship on the line.

I couldn't help but notice the hunger in her look. "I guess this is what you meant about the urges? Are you still...you know, in the mood?" Feeling only a desire to help her, I looked down at my dwindling erection, ashamed I couldn't do more.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to suffer. Just give me a-"

She cut me off, "No, please Alex, don't. This is nothing I can't handle, and you've helped me through the worst of it. Though I should say that what we just did was far from 'the worst'" Elise said with a crooked smile.

She collected herself and languorously stood to her now full 6 ft 11 inch height, reaching down to clean herself with a towel. Her statuesque beauty was a marvel, and I instinctively reached forward to touch her skin and feel her.

She backed away from my touch, "Please Alex, no. As desperately as I want your touch, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. You've helped me so much, but my desire is still really powerful right now, and I'm afraid I would do something to force myself on you. Nothing is more important to me than our friendship."

Her naked form revealed that she was serious. Though she had just dried herself, a wetness was quickly forming anew between her legs. I stared, thinking I saw a few pearly drops of her nectar sliding down one leg as she began to pant again.

"Alex, do you mind if we talk later? You probably need to get unpacked, and I have...things to take care of too" she said, quickly glancing toward the spot beneath her bed.

Realizing I was probably torturing her, but unable to do much about it in my current state, I began to dress quickly. I made my way to her at the edge of the bed. Though standing, I was only a head taller than her seated.

I gave her a light kiss on the lips. Figuring that sometimes the simplest words are best, I said, "El, you are so beautiful to me. Though I'm sorry for your pain, I'm glad that asshole dumped you. You deserve someone that will treasure every inch of you, no matter how tall you get."

She looked up at me and smiled, "Thanks Alex, I'm glad you're back." Starting to squirm, her hips shifting back and forth as she ground herself into the bed. It almost pained me to pull my eyes away from her perfect curves, but I turned and left, thoughts churning with possibility. Possibilities of what might be between the two dear friends.

Elise

The sounds of breakfast being made downstairs woke me from a sound slumber. Bright sunlight trailing the closet door told me that I'd overslept again. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I hopped out of bed, anxious to conduct the first step in my morning ritual - checking myself for bodily changes.

Staring at the full-length mirror - though maybe not quite as "full-length" as it used to be - I let out the breath was holding as I found I hadn't grown noticeably overnight. Still just shy of 7 ft then. The large growth spurt I had experienced with Alex a couple weeks ago seemed to have halted some of my changes, luckily. Still, as much as it pained me that my own body was acting against my wishes, I had to admire the figure staring back at me in the mirror.

Alex. Removing my pajamas to dress, I looked at myself and my mind wandered, imagining his hands tracing my curves upward to rest on my full breasts. God, they really were huge. Not just because I was a 7' freak, either. Were they larger than yesterday? Difficult to say without my bra to provide a more objective yardstick, but given Alex's card-carrying boob man status, I certainly hoped so. I let my fingertips play lightly across the bumps of my areola, barely skimming the tips of my nipples, transporting me back to that wonderful time with Alex. I stood a moment touching myself while savoring the memories.

Aside from a brief, almost torturous visit for dinner and dessert with the family, we hadn't seen each other in person since that day. My heart leapt at seeing him for dinner, but that night held nothing but frustration as Mom and Dad endlessly peppered him with questions about college, leaving us no opportunity for one-on-one time. I was dying to talk to him to define our new relationship, given what had occurred. Were we still just best friends, best friends with benefits, or something more? The fact that I was ready to throw in the towel on dating and commit to him for the rest of my life was certainly nothing new, but my sexual attraction to him lately was fierce, almost irresistible. It scared me a little, so I had been waiting for him to approach me rather than taking the initiative myself.

My hand subconsciously slid down between my legs as I thought of him and idly stroked my sensitive nub. My libido was still incredibly charged, but at least the spontaneous orgasms had stopped along with the growth. I daydreamed about holding his smaller body to my breast and never letting go. The thought of his winter break ending in a few short weeks gave me a chill in my stomach.

As I rifled through my closet looking for something to wear to work today, I remembered my recent trip to the mall for new clothes. Mom had insisted on taking me to get something more professional after my last growth.

"Not every occasion calls for stretch pants and clingy sweaters, Elise." she had admonished. At least she helped me cover the costs. Dad was pretty stoked that I hadn't grown much in the last couple weeks, and I'm sure he was crossing his fingers that it would hold out. I hadn't thought about it from his perspective, but if this kept going, it could be expensive. Being tall was one thing, but what would happen when I got to the point where I couldn't fit in a car, or on a plane. At least I wasn't alone in facing this; surely someone in government was thinking through the logistics.

I always hated going to crowded places, and my recent growth had left me even more of a freak. I guess I hadn't been to the mall in a little while though, because this time I saw a lot of other tall women out and about as well. Several were even taller than I was.

I recalled spending the entire time thinking about what kinds of styles and colors Alex liked best. The effect I had on him with my nearness was clear from before, but I needed a look that would keep him aflame for me as he went about his day. Needless to say, everything I left the store with emphasized my curvaceous figure as much as possible.

Our undefined relationship was a thorn in my mind that I couldn't help but pick at, so I resolved to suppress my libido and meet him for a candid chat to see if we could have a future together. We could make it work; his school was only 90 minutes away. Lots of couples managed such a relationship.

Still, I knew Alex; he could react badly if he felt pushed. I'd seen him quickly go from crushing on to avoiding Sandy Marshall in high school when she turned out to be too clingy and demanding. Showered and dressed, I bounced down the stairs with a new sense of purpose and got ready to head to work.

Alex

As I flipped off the morning news to head into the city, I reflected on the story of the day - another protest was being held by small business owners in response to recent legislation granting discrimination protection to infected women.

I hadn't thought much about the challenges that these women must face in a world designed for people a fraction of their size, but my recent chat with Elise had opened my eyes. My newfound appreciation for this demographic made me realize that things were really changing.

New mandatory blood tests showed that nearly one out of three women were now infected, and the epidemic showed no signs of slowing. Though many are not showing symptoms yet, the median height of all infected women was now 6'6" and rising. Since it seemed that the virus would not be easily expunged, a special congressional fund had been established to alleviate some of the hardships that infected women were now facing.

Allowances were being made for infrastructure. Infected women's rights groups were currently lobbying to increase the current standard public seat width as well as door and ceiling heights for new construction, which many felt to be overly confining. Clothing manufacturers had already worked up special product lines to pander to larger women, additional portion sizes were being offered by restaurants, and automakers were eying new vehicle designs to accommodate larger occupants.

Some believed that this problem would not be solved by anything short of a starting anew, designing and building infrastructure from the ground up with larger individuals in mind. Entrepreneurs and venture capitalists were already pursuing the concept with new women's communities that were currently in the planning stages. One thing was certain, change was here, and it wasn't slowing down anytime soon.

My mind was still reeling from my encounter with El a couple weeks ago. Sex was nothing new for me, but my time with Elise thrilled me in ways I had never experienced. My undeniable attraction to her developing body made me see her in a completely new light, but the big surprise was how much her size excited me.

I deeply sympathized with her plight as a pariah in the changing world, and wanted to provide comfort. Over the last week, I must have picked up the phone to call her five times, but hung up each time instead. I wanted to see her again. To go biking together, go to the movies, or just sit on a bench at the mall eating soft pretzels and people-watching. But turmoil had me in its grip. I had had more than a few relationships go south after sex was introduced, and it paralyzed me for fear of what it might do to El and I.

I didn't want to use my best friend, and couldn't help thinking that my underlying motivation for all of it was the sex. It consumed me. Unfortunately, it didn't help that I found myself thinking of sex even more than usual after seeing her. And not just with Elise, but many women. Strangely though, it was only tall women that really turned me on. It was as if something had flipped my libido into high gear with our encounter. Despite my growing feelings for Elise, with my desires in their heightened state, I feared I would hurt her emotionally. A relationship just didn't seem possible at this point.

Still, I imagined her towering form next to me as I went about my daily life. How tall she would look beside me in the shower as I looked up 5-6 inches to the shower head she would have to crouch to fit under. Or seeing the stark juxtaposition of our heights as I passed by the indicators next to the door at the local 7-11. Each thought titillated me with the promise that our height gap would only widen in the future.

Of course, I didn't always need to imagine. Larger women were everywhere now. A fact I was reminded presently as I walked onto the Metro and took in a woman who struggled to stand fully upright given the height of the ceiling. She must have been over eight feet tall! Though she was facing the other side of the train, her sharp navy colored skirt suit might have been Neoprene for all it hugged her body, and I could tell from the way it bulged slightly here and there that it had been fitted to her when she was slightly smaller.

The woman had soft brown hair with blond highlights that fell just below her shoulders in a girlish, yet professional style. Her fitted suit emphasized her waspish waist and contrasted it with her flared hips. Though she carried a perfect hourglass figure for her size, I noticed that her waist was nearly as wide as mine.

As she momentarily turned to the side, I was treated to a view of her mouth-watering bust line; one that would forever prevent the lapels of her blazer from lying flat. Her upper half was beautifully balanced by her heavenly ass. Pert and shapely from the rear, the view in profile was even more delectable. The curve where her lower back met her firm, high ass cheeks was so sublime that I almost reached out to follow it with my hand. Given what she would probably do to me in the face of unwanted contact like that, I was very glad I caught myself.

Her pencil skirt showed no panty line, and ended just above her knees, which gave me a fantastic view of flawless, lightly muscled calves only a runner could have. It's doubtful she's really a runner with that bosom though, I mused, but I'll be damned if that wouldn't be a fine sight. Tanned skin in this season betrayed the pride she took in her appearance. I couldn't help but stare as the doors closed behind me.

As my body responded to the womanly perfection before me, I tried to clamp down on my raging sexuality. With her size and the narrow train car, I imagined the close up view I would have of those glorious mountains if she turned around, the peaks of which were almost exactly level with my eyes. This woman would make tractor trailer mud flaps jealous...