"Yello...?" Melissa suddenly speaks up.
You turn your gaze back towards her to see the phone clutched in an enourmous hand. She looks down at you with a slight smile on her face.
"Yes, sir! I'll hand the phone to him right now."
After a questioning look from yourself Melissa lets out a giggle, causing her breasts to skip slightly.
"Its the PRESIDENT!" Melissa whispers loudly into your ear. The fact of her lips being so close to you causes you to fidget in your seat.
"What are you talking about?" You ask slowly, trying to look away from Melissa's clevage.
"He wants to thank you for being a hero!"
"What...?"
Melissa's smile fades slightly after a start of a laugh and places the phone back on it's stand.
"Well, I thought it was funny," Melissa says with a laugh.
Ohhhhhhkaaaay... you think to yourself.
Suddenly Melissa gives the phone cord a good tug, popping the plug out, her smiling face never leaving you for a moment.
"What did you to that for?" you ask softly.
"Im feeling a lot better now," Melissa says, "its like theres some warm strawberry stuff inside my head. It feels good," the last word was heavily relaxed.
Ohhhhhhkaaaay... you repeat to yourself.
Melissa tosses the phone out the office door. It lands with a broken clank outside.
Suddenly she is pressed up against you. The chair shrieks at the sudden increase in weight, and you give a loud ‘oomph’ as Melissa presses her soft skin against you. She weighs a ton!
“You don’t have to pretend around me, Tom,” Melissa says, locking eyes with you.
Only by sheer will alone can you prevent yourself from giving her a once over. “Wh, what do you mean?”
“Your so sweet and cute,” firm bosom creeps out of her towel wears into your sight, “Lets fuck. Come on.”
A little voice in the back of your head begins to yell out morals and ethics and all the stuff the operator said about Melissa not being all there in the head, but you push it aside. No human could have that much control, looking the way she does! I have to take her!
You seize Melissa around her waist and plant your tongue firmly in her mouth. Melissa lets out a moan of satisfaction. Your hands wander, working the white gym towel off of her breasts. The flesh within nearly bursts out of it’s confinements and you slowly grab hold of one. Of all the mountains you’ve climbed, Melissa’s are the greatest, so large and smooth. You both release your liplock for a moment to breath.
Suddenly, the formally dosel Melissa grasps you firmly with both of her arms and lifts you off the chair. It squeals and spins off slightly. The giantess squeezes you tightly to her bare chest and you can feel hard nipples poking around your shirt. Melissa is so large that you are amazed at the ease in which she carries you through the door, your feet dangling above the concrete flooring. You continue to work your hands into anything they find.
Your vision explodes into stars as you impact with a locker, snapping out of your sensual trance.
“Wh, what was that for?” you ask, rubbing your aching head.
“I’m sorry,” Melissa says hoarsely, “I just gotta… gotta…”
A giant with a purpose, Melissa pushes aside all words and tugs at your pants with two long hands, working your belt loose almost frantically. You try to touch her, to help her along, but she brushes you aside as she crumples your pants down your legs, pulling you from a sitting position with her increased strength. You work off your shirt and reach for Melissa as your pants stop at your ankles, held in position by your shoes. Melissa’s work is satisfied thus far, and she nearly tears off your boxers to reach her goal.
There would be no doubt that you would be so aroused. Melissa shudders in pleasure as she reaches your engourged manhood, completely enveloping it with her massive hands. The pleasure is unbearable. You struggle against the denim binds around your ankles and reach for your tall damsel. Melissa’s weight and strength nearly overpowers you but you work your way to her and yank off the second towel covering her waist. Her legs and buttocks further your quest. Firmly toned and muscled, but not overly. Frantically, you reach for them while Melissa rubs away at your manhood.
There is nothing now but the warmth of Melissa’s body against yours. The cold, concrete floor and metal lockers. The small space that Melissa can barely maneuver in. The woman’s strength forces things her way most of the time, and you find yourself pinned to a locker or floor. You have no perception of time as your lovemaking continued seemingly without limit.
Suddenly Melissa tosses you aside with a shudder. You roll away dumbly, unaware of what happened. Melissa smacks her lips and places a hand to her mouth.
“I have to have more…” Melissa whispers hoarsely.
“What?” You ask, blinking out of your trance.
“I have to have more…” she repeats to herself, rising to her feet.
She continues to rise and rise untill she towers over you. You feel like a child sitting there on the floor before her, so titanic. One of her feet is nearly as long as your arm. She must have still been growing, only more slowly than before.
“Whats wrong?” you whisper.
“Its so cold,” Melissa murmors, “I need more.”
With only a couple large strides, Melissa ducks into the gym’s office. When you rise to your feet, you see the towering figure through the office window, lifting a ‘tiny’ vial from the office desk.
“What are you doing?” you nearly yell in a broken voice.
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