Ryan and Kaylee had been looking forward to this day for months—their first home as newlyweds. The modern townhouse sat waiting in a quiet suburban development, keys already in Ryan’s pocket. But moving day had turned into a logistical nightmare. Every friend they’d asked was busy, out of town, or had their own emergencies. Ryan, a fit 6’2” with broad shoulders and the kind of athletic build that came from consistent gym work, knew he couldn’t handle the heavy pieces alone. The solid oak dresser, the king-sized mattress and frame, the heavy sectional sofa, the fridge—they were simply too much for one man.
Kaylee, his 5’5” wife with her petite, curvy frame and boundless energy, had been trying to help all morning, but she was realistically outmatched by the bulk and weight. She stood in the driveway of their old place, hands on her hips, watching Ryan struggle to slide the dresser even an inch on the dolly.
“Babe,” she said, a spark lighting in her eyes, “I have an idea. Remember that company we joked about a few weeks ago? Size.INC? The one that does temporary size changes? What if I go get grown so I can actually help? We could knock this out in a couple hours instead of killing ourselves all day.”
Ryan wiped sweat from his brow and looked at her. He loved Kaylee exactly as she was—his perfect handful of a wife who tucked perfectly under his arm, whose head rested right against his chest when they hugged. The thought of her becoming huge, even for a day, sent a confusing mix of protectiveness and unexpected heat through him.
“I don’t know, Kay… What if it’s not safe? Or what if you hate it? Seven feet would be plenty. You’d be stronger, you could reach the high shelves…”
Kaylee stepped closer, pressing her body against his, rising on her toes to kiss the underside of his jaw. “Seven feet is cute. But I want to be useful. Make me five feet taller. I’ll be ten-foot-five. Think about it—one of me could carry the whole sectional by myself. And…” Her voice dropped, warm and teasing against his ear. “I have a feeling you’re going to love having a giant wife for twenty-four hours.”
Ryan’s cock gave an involuntary twitch in his gray shorts. He tried to hide it, but Kaylee’s knowing little smile told him she’d felt it. He sighed, half-resigned, half-curious. “Okay. But only twenty-four hours. And we make sure they know what they’re doing.”
They dropped Max, their golden retriever, at a friend’s house for the day (the pup was too excitable for a growth chamber) and drove the bright yellow Penske truck they’d rented that morning to Size.INC. The facility was discreet, tucked in a business park—clean white walls, soft lighting, professional staff who treated the whole thing like a routine medical procedure. After a quick consultation confirming it was safe, fully reversible after twenty-four hours, and came with proportional strength enhancement, they signed the waivers.
Ryan still tried one last time. “Seven feet, right?”
Kaylee grinned, already bouncing on her toes with excitement. “Nope. Five feet taller. I want to be a proper giantess for this.” She leaned in, kissed him slow and deep, then skipped toward the growth chamber, her ponytail swinging. “Love you! Be right back—bigger!”
Ryan waited in the lobby, heart pounding harder than he wanted to admit. A few minutes later the reinforced door opened.
Kaylee stepped out—and the world tilted.
She had to duck to clear the doorway. At 10’5”, she was an absolute vision. The facility had provided her with scaled-up moving clothes that somehow still looked like they were painted on: a bright yellow ribbed sports bra that struggled to contain her now-massive, full breasts, and tight blue high-waisted athletic shorts that hugged every curve of her powerful lower body. Her legs seemed to go on forever—long, toned, muscular thighs that flexed with every step, calves defined, her ass round and firm, stretching the fabric to its limit. Her waist was still narrow, but now it led up to a set of abs that looked carved from marble, visible even from Ryan’s new low angle. Her blonde hair had grown longer with the rest of her, falling in thick, wavy cascades down her back. Her face was still unmistakably Kaylee—beautiful, smiling, eyes bright with excitement—but it was now high above him, looking down from what felt like another world.
Ryan’s head barely reached her belly button. He had to tilt his chin all the way back just to meet her gaze. The perspective was dizzying. His cock hardened instantly, straining against his gray shorts as he stared up at his wife’s new body.
Kaylee looked down at him, her smile widening into something hungry and delighted. “Oh my god, Ryan… you’re so tiny from up here.” She reached down with one large, gentle hand, easily spanning his torso, and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing. She brought him up to her face and kissed him—really kissed him—her full lips engulfing his, her tongue sliding into his mouth with new dominance. His feet dangled helplessly in the air. His hands instinctively went to her shoulders, feeling the warm, hard muscle beneath soft skin. She tasted the same, smelled like her usual sweet vanilla mixed with something richer, more potent.
When she finally broke the kiss, she was laughing softly, the sound deeper, richer, vibrating through her chest and into his body. “You’re so light. Like a feather. This move is going to be the easiest thing we’ve ever done.” She gave him another quick squeeze against her body—his face pressed briefly into the warm valley between her breasts—then set him down gently, though her hand stayed on his shoulder, thumb stroking possessively.
Ryan’s voice came out rough. “Kay… you’re… fuck, you’re incredible.”
She flexed one arm playfully, the bicep rising like a small hill. “Feel that?” She took his hand and placed it on the hard swell of muscle. “All this power… and it’s all for us today.” Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his shorts and her smile turned wicked. “And someone’s already very happy about it.”
They walked out to the Penske truck together. The yellow rental sat with its rear door open in the lot, exactly like a fantasy snapshot. Kaylee stood tall beside it, one hand on her hip, the other resting lightly on Ryan’s shoulder as he looked up at her, arms crossed, a stunned, aroused smile on his face. For a moment they just stood there—giant wife and awestruck husband—Max’s excited barking from the car the only sound besides their breathing. It felt like a photograph they’d keep forever.
Then the real work began.
They drove to the storage unit where most of their heavier items waited. Ryan took the wheel; Kaylee had to sit with the seat all the way back and the sunroof open just to fit comfortably, her long legs folded, knees nearly touching the dash. The drive was quiet at first, charged with new energy. Every time Ryan glanced over, he caught glimpses of her—thighs thick as tree trunks, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the casual power in the way she rested one huge hand on her knee.
At the storage unit, Kaylee didn’t waste time.
The sectional sofa came first. Normally a four-person job. Kaylee squatted down, her powerful quads and hamstrings flexing dramatically, the blue shorts riding high on her ass cheeks. She slid her hands underneath, lifted one end like it was made of foam, then simply picked up the entire thing. She carried it to the truck in one smooth motion, muscles working under golden skin, a light sheen of sweat already starting to form. Ryan guided the other end uselessly, mostly just watching the way her back muscles shifted, the way her ass flexed with every step. She set it inside the truck bed like placing a pillow.
“Next,” she said cheerfully, already turning back.
The oak dresser was next—solid wood, six drawers, full of clothes. Ryan had barely been able to budge it earlier. Kaylee opened the drawers to redistribute weight out of habit, then simply hoisted the whole piece onto one shoulder, steadying it with one hand while she walked it to the truck. Ryan followed with a box of books, staring openly at the way her body moved. When she bent to set the dresser down, her massive ass was right at his eye level, the fabric of the shorts pulled tight enough to show the outline of every curve. She caught him looking and wiggled her hips teasingly.
“Enjoying the view from down there, little hubby?”
She laughed, the sound warm and full of affection. “Good. I like when you look at me like that.”
Box after box followed. She stacked them high in the truck, easily reaching places Ryan would have needed a ladder for. When he tried to hand her a particularly heavy box of tools, she took it in one hand and, with the other, simply picked him up and set him on the edge of the truck bed so he could help arrange things at her level. The casual display of strength made his cock throb. She noticed—of course she did—and leaned down to kiss him, pressing his back against a stack of boxes, her breasts pillowing against his chest.
“Keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to the new house before I need a break,” she murmured against his lips.
The king-sized mattress and frame were almost comical. Kaylee carried the rolled mattress by herself, slinging it over one shoulder like a giant yoga mat. The heavy wooden headboard she lifted with both hands, muscles standing out in her arms and shoulders. Ryan helped with the smaller slats and hardware, but mostly he just stayed close, handing her things, steadying items when she asked, and trying (and failing) not to get distracted every time she bent, lifted, or flexed.
By the time the truck was loaded, both of them were sweating. Kaylee’s skin glistened, her sports bra damp between her breasts, a few strands of blonde hair stuck to her temples. The scent of her—warm skin, light vanilla, and the unmistakable musk of arousal—filled the small space whenever she moved close. Ryan was rock hard and had been for the last hour. Every time she caught him adjusting himself, she gave him that same wicked little smile.
They drove to the new townhouse. Ryan parked the Penske in the driveway exactly as the image in their minds had pictured it—rear door open, modern buildings around them, late afternoon light. Kaylee stepped out, stretching her massive frame, and for a moment they just stood there again: her hand on her hip, looking down at him with love and heat; him looking up, arms crossed, smiling like he couldn’t believe his luck; the truck behind them like a yellow exclamation point.
Unloading was even faster.
Kaylee carried the sectional into the living room by herself and positioned it exactly where Ryan wanted. She placed the dresser in the master bedroom with one hand while holding Ryan in the other arm so he could direct her—“A little more to the left, babe… perfect.” The bed frame went together in minutes under her strength; she held the heavy pieces steady while Ryan tightened bolts. She even carried the fridge into the kitchen without breaking a sweat, setting it into place with millimeter precision.
Throughout it all, the sexual tension kept ratcheting higher. She would “accidentally” brush her huge ass against him when turning. Once, while placing a box on a high shelf, she reached over him and her breasts pressed against the top of his head, soft and warm. Another time she picked him up from behind, arms wrapped around his torso, and nuzzled his neck while whispering how wet she was getting from all the lifting and from the way he kept staring at her.
When the last box was inside and the basic furniture was placed, they stood in their new living room, breathing hard, surrounded by the beginnings of their life together. Max wasn’t there, but the memory of the day’s power and partnership hung in the air.
Kaylee looked down at Ryan, her eyes dark with want. “We did it.”
“You did it,” he corrected, voice rough. “I mostly watched and got turned on.”
She stepped closer, towering over him, and gently cupped his face with one hand. “And now,” she said, voice low and husky, “we celebrate.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She simply bent, scooped him up into her arms like he weighed nothing, and carried him down the short hall to the master bedroom. The bed was already made—thanks to her earlier efficiency. She laid him down on it and stood at the foot, looking down at him with open hunger.
Slowly, deliberately, she peeled the yellow sports bra up and off. Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, perfect, nipples already tight. Then she hooked her thumbs into the blue shorts and slid them down those endless legs, revealing the smooth, glistening lips of her pussy, already slick with arousal. She kicked the clothes aside and climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped dramatically under her weight. She straddled him on her knees, her body looming over his like a living mountain of muscle and curves. She leaned down, her long hair falling around them like a golden curtain, and kissed him deeply, thoroughly, claiming his mouth.
Her hands made quick work of his clothes. His t-shirt was pulled off, his gray shorts and underwear shoved down. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Kaylee wrapped one large hand around it and stroked slowly, thumb circling the head.
“Look at you,” she murmured against his lips. “So hard for your giant wife. I felt you watching me all day… every time I lifted something, every time I bent over… you wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Ryan groaned. “Fuck, Kay… you have no idea.”
She smiled, then moved up his body until her dripping pussy hovered over his face. “Then worship me.”
She lowered herself carefully. Ryan reached up, hands sliding over the massive, powerful thighs on either side of his head, and pulled her down the last few inches. Her pussy was proportionally larger—full outer lips, a prominent clit he could suck and lick like a small cock, inner walls that tasted sweet and musky and hers. He buried his face in her, tongue working eagerly, lapping broad stripes before focusing on her clit. Kaylee moaned above him, the sound deep and resonant. One of her hands braced on the headboard; the other rested gently on the back of his head, guiding him without force.
“That’s it… right there… your little tongue feels so fucking good on my big clit…” She rolled her hips slowly, letting him breathe between licks, then grinding down again. Her thighs flexed on either side of his head, thick and warm and powerful. Ryan lost himself in her—sucking, licking, fucking her with his tongue as best he could. When she came the first time, it was with a long, low moan, her thighs quivering, a fresh rush of wetness coating his chin and mouth. She lifted just enough to let him gasp air, then settled back down, riding the aftershocks against his face.
Only when she was satisfied did she move down his body again. She kissed his chest, his stomach, then took his cock into her mouth. Even at her size she could take him completely, her tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with perfect, wet pressure. One hand cupped his balls; the other rested across his hips, easily pinning him when his hips tried to buck. She brought him right to the edge—sucking, stroking, moaning around him—then pulled off with a wet pop and a wicked grin.
“Not yet. I want you inside me when you come.”
She repositioned herself, straddling his hips. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and guided him to her entrance. Her pussy lips parted around the head, hot and slick, and she sank down in one slow, deliberate motion. Ryan’s eyes rolled back. She was tight—impossibly, deliciously tight despite her size—and hot, and the way her inner walls rippled and clenched around him as she took him to the hilt was almost too much.
She moaned in agreement, head thrown back, massive breasts rising and falling. “You feel perfect… so deep… so mine.” She began to move—not just riding, but using. She lifted his entire body slightly with her hands under his ribs and ass, then lowered him back onto her cock in a controlled thrust. Again. And again. She fucked herself on him like he was her personal toy, lifting and lowering his smaller frame with effortless strength, her hips rolling in deep, powerful circles when she bottomed out. Her abs flexed above him. Sweat dripped from between her breasts onto his chest. Her moans filled the room.
Ryan reached up, hands full of her massive tits, squeezing, pinching her nipples. He slapped her ass—his hands small against the firm, round globes—and she moaned louder, riding him harder. When she came the second time, her whole body shook, her pussy clamping down around him like a fist, rhythmic pulses that dragged a ragged groan from his throat.
She didn’t stop. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face, and kept moving—slow, deep, grinding thrusts that kept him buried inside her while she recovered. Then she sat up again, picked him up under the arms, and held him against her chest as she stood on her knees on the bed. His legs wrapped around her waist as best they could; her hands supported his ass. She began to bounce him—actually bounce him—up and down on her cock, using her strength to fuck him onto her while she kissed his neck, his shoulders, his mouth.
“God, I love this,” she panted. “Love being able to just use you like this… love how you feel inside me… love how small and perfect you are…”
Ryan could only moan, lost in sensation—the wet heat gripping him, the power in her arms, the way her breasts pressed and slid against his chest with every movement, the sheer overwhelming presence of her. When he finally came, it was with a broken shout, his cock pulsing deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum into her clenching pussy. The orgasm felt endless, amplified by everything that had led to this moment.
Kaylee held him through it, still moving gently, drawing every last drop from him while she chased one more orgasm of her own. When she came again, she pulled him tight against her body, her arms and legs wrapping around him like a living cocoon, her moans vibrating through both of them.
They stayed like that for a long time—her kneeling on the bed, him held securely in her arms, still joined, both of them breathing hard and trembling with aftershocks. Eventually she lowered them both to the mattress, rolling onto her back and arranging him on top of her chest like he was her favorite blanket. His head rested between her breasts, rising and falling with her breaths. Her long legs curled around him; one huge hand stroked slowly up and down his back.
“I love you,” she murmured, the words rumbling through her chest into his ear. “Thank you for letting me do this. For trusting me.”
Ryan kissed the warm skin between her breasts. “I love you too. And… yeah. We’re doing this again. Maybe next time we make me smaller too. Or you even bigger.”
Kaylee laughed softly, the motion gently rocking him. “Deal. But for now…” She tightened her arms and legs around him, a gentle, all-encompassing squeeze. “We have the rest of the twenty-four hours. And a brand new house to break in.”
Outside, the yellow Penske truck sat in the driveway, doors still open, a silent witness to the beginning of their new life. Inside, Ryan lay safe and warm against his giant wife’s body, already feeling himself stir again as her fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin and her soft, powerful voice whispered all the things she still wanted to try before the size wore off.
The real adventure was just beginning.
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