Mark woke up still on top of Kathy. She was still asleep, and as she breathed, her stomach lifted him up and down. In the light of morning, he was newly amazed at how beautiful she was. His room was a mess, starting with the collapsed bed on which this giant beauty lay, her legs dangling off the edge and into his bookcase. When she woke up, she grinned knowingly at him.

  "You're incredible," she said.

  "Me? Here I am, with the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, who just happens to be almost seven-and-a-half feet tall, and I'm the incredible one? Not to mention you must be as strong as an ox!"

  "Oh that," she grinned. "When my dad realized how big I was getting, he insisted on a strict regimen of weights and exercise. At my height, gravity is not kind to the weak. I hated it at first, but it certainly has paid off. Sorry about the bed. I thought it would be preferable to yanking the lamp off the ceiling." She looked down at his penis. "Now how did that get so big?"

  "I never even realized it was," Mark said. "Then one day, I snuck a copy of my mother's Cosmopolitan. And I come across this article, and it says that the average erect penis is like six inches, and there's mine, higher than the magazine..."

  "And what did Stephanie think?" Kathy asked.

  "Well, we'd played it kinda slow... partly because I was worried I was too big. But it was after the senior prom, and her parents were out of town, and how long were we gonna hold off? And she's getting really hot, and pretty soon she's got my pants off, and there I am, all fourteen and a half inches. And she got incredibly turned on, I guess, but she's worried it's too big. So she starts to stroke it and lick it, and right away, I just start to come. I mean, instantly, and I'm just spraying it everywhere, all over her parents' place. And I can't stop, and she freaks out, and I'm drenching her, and it feels too good for me to worry about. But finally I finish, and I look around, and it's just everywhere. On books, staining the couch... it got into her dad's receiver and actually shorted his stereo out!"

  "Let's see what else it can do," Kathy said. She pulled Mark up so their lips met. Mark could feel his feet on her knees. Kathy felt his cock growing huge again against her stomach.

  For the next two days, they had sex, sex, and more sex, stopping occasionally to have sex. They didn't get dressed all weekend. When the pizza guy came to deliver four pies ("After all," Kathy giggled, "I am a growing girl"), Kathy answered with a sheet wrapped around her waist and only her hands covering her breasts. The delivery guy nearly went into shock, and left without payment. They had a good laugh at that one, and celebrated by having sex. Incredible sex, followed by even more incredible sex. By the time Monday morning rolled around, Mark's apartment was a disaster area, and he couldn't have cared less.

  As Mark showered, preparing for a new week of work, Kathy joined him in the shower. As she stood, her head grazed the ceiling, and the shower head hit her at chest level, creating a waterfall between her massive boobs. Mark stood between them to finish his shower. Looking at the smiling Kathy, as water traveled over her breasts, past her stomach, and down her long, long legs, Mark thought to himself that this was going to be a summer to remember.

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  The winter was really dragging for Mark. He'd quit his summer job to spend more time with Kathy. Now they were back in school, a thousand miles apart, and he couldn't afford to visit her. It was no easier for her. She didn't have a car, and was much too big to ride a bus or train up to visit him. Besides, her father didn't like the idea of her seeing "such a small man." If only he knew, Kathy thought. On the other hand, she realized, it was probably better that he didn't.

  But when Kathy's father announced that they'd be spending the summer in Florida instead of Connecticut, Mark knew he could wait no longer. He found a friend of a friend who was driving down for the summer, and was on his way.

  When he saw her again, he was in heaven. Somehow, she was even more stunning than he'd remembered. She wore a clingy white top that showed off her breasts, and a short black skirt that showed off her legs. Her long black hair glistened in the Florida sun. She leaned over to kiss him, then stood up again. Looking up at her, Mark couldn't believe it -- she'd grown even taller!

  "Why didn't you tell me you'd grown?" he asked.

  "I wanted it to be a surprise!" Kathy said. "How do you like me at 7'7"?"

  "Let's find out," Mark replied. As they walked to the hotel, passersby stared at his towering girlfriend in awe. In the room, Kathy lifted Mark up onto the bed. Standing on it, he was able to kiss her, despite their difference in height. Their lips locked onto each other. Mark lifted off Kathy's shirt, exposing those huge, round breasts. She unzipped his fly, and without hesitation, his cock grew hugely erect. She lay on the bed, spread her super long legs and let him in. It was like they had never been apart, and yet it was better than it had ever been.

  Kathy's body thrashed in ecstasy, Mark on top going along for the ride. He took his face out of a huge breast and looked up at her amazingly beautiful face, glowing with orgasmic pleasure. Mark was in awe that this towering giant of a woman had grown even more gigantic. It almost seemed arrogant! Like she didn't dwarf everybody enough already, she had to get bigger and bigger. And what's more, every inch seemed to make her more beautiful, more confident, more sexual. As he thought of this, his massive cock throbbed harder and harder inside her, sending them both into realms of ecstasy beyond anything they'd experienced before.

  "That was... beyond belief," Kathy purred afterward. Mark agreed as he crawled up her body so he could look into her big brown eyes. But her satisfied smile seemed tempered by something.

  "What's wrong?" he asked her.

  Kathy hesitated. "I was unfaithful," she said, adding immediately "Just once! But I want you to know about it..."

  Mark said nothing. She went on.

  "It was right before Christmas. You were going to come down, but then you couldn't. I was lonely... and horny. There was this freshman, a basketball recruit. Seven foot three. I guess I just had to know what it would be like. To make love to a man my size... well, almost my size. Whose body could cover mine. Who could kiss me, and touch my toes... it just was something I had to know."

  She paused. Mark interjected. "And...?"

  "It felt good," she answered after a moment. "But not like you. Nothing even close to what we just had. And afterwards, there was nothing. Just two overgrown college students lying on a small bed, trying to pretend we had something in common besides our size."

  "And he felt the same way?" Mark asked.

  Kathy smiled. "Of course not, you moron! He's a guy! He's gonna want to stop fucking me just because we had nothing in common?" She laughed. "Although it kinda freaked him out how tall I've gotten. I think he's used to looking down at everybody. Not with me around."

  "So it meant nothing?" Mark asked.

  "No," she said. "It meant something. I had to get it out of my system. Now that I did, I can't ever imagine being with anyone but you." She kissed him, lightly. "Oh, and not that it matters, but since you're wondering... it was half as big as yours, if that." Mark was about to object, but didn't. He knew she knew he was wondering.

  Suddenly, she spun around and got on top of him. She lifted her massive chest and dangled her huge boobs into his face, effortlessly smothering him in her cleavage. "So," she giggled, "do you forgive me?" As she lowered her breasts further into his face, she could feel his gigantic cock rising up between her legs. She took that as a "yes."

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  Mark barely left that hotel room the two weeks he was there. Kathy went home at night, but Mark couldn't come with her. Her father, she said, would explode if he knew. But she was free all day and into the evening, and her sister would cover for her if she ran late. Mark spent the nights recovering from their daily lovemaking sessions. When Kathy arrived every morning, stretching her long, long body nearly to the ceiling, Mark had no problem greeting her with an erection.

  "I have news," Kathy announced as Mark packed his bags. "Don't be mad." Mark looked up at her. "I'm taking a year abroad," she said. "I just got the approval. I'll be in France all year! Isn't that great?"

"Great!" Mark nodded halfheartedly, imagining his phone bill.

  "I thought you might be upset, us being apart again and all," Kathy said. "But it's really a great opportunity. I'll get to see Paris! I'll get to use my French! I just hope they have high ceilings is all." Mark kissed her lightly, on the arm. "Don't worry," she assured him. "Every time I see somebody carrying one of those great big long baguettes, I'll think of you."

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  Mark wrote to Kathy every week or so. She wrote him twice that. She loved France.

  "The people are great, the architecture is amazing, and the food is wonderful!" she wrote him. "I've been eating like a pig. At first, I thought I'd gained weight, but it turns out I've grown another inch taller! This can't go on much longer, can it? Anyway, my French is getting good enough that I can understand what people are saying when they see me. 'Gigantesque!' they exclaim as they stare up at me. On many streets, people gather in their windows to watch me pass. For some reason, it gives me a real thrill."

  She had been away three months when Mark got a call. It was Kathy.

  "What's wrong?" he asked, a bit worried.

  "Nothing!" she told him excitedly. "I have the most incredible news! You know the designer, Henri Moreau? That stuff that costs like $300 for a shirt? One of his people -- a publicity guy or something -- he sees me on the street in Paris. And he comes running up to me, and I don't know who he is, and he's speaking really quickly, and my French isn't all that good still. I was getting a bit pissed, actually, because I thought he wanted sex or something. But what he was doing, he's offering me 100,000 francs to model for Moreau in a big show they've got! That's almost $20,000! For one day's work!"

  "And what do you have to do?" Mark asked, not knowing what to think.

  "I did it already. Just today! He's got a whole new line of clothes, kind of a schoolgirl look. And they had some made for me. And I'm just kind of like the representation of each new line. First these two girls came out in his old stuff, last year's line. And then I came out in this new outfit they're premiering. You should have heard the crowd when they saw me! There was this huge gasp! I mean, these models are so beautiful, and tall, and I'm just this giant towering over them. And then the other models came out in this new look like I was wearing, and they showed that line. Then I changed into another outfit, and the other models showed that line, too. I swear, I've never felt so sexy! God, I wish you were here! Anyway, they got such an amazing response that they want me back in two weeks. And this time, I'm going to hold out for more money."

  "More money?" Mark asked. "Are you sure you should risk it?"

  "Trust me," she replied. "Some of those guys' jaws are probably still on the floor from seeing me. They're going to want me back any way they can get me."

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