COMMISSIONED STORIES
Do you ever have a specific Giantess fantasy that keeps recurring whenever you close your eyes? A scenario that plays over and over again in your mind that excites you more than any other? Maybe there's a certain girl in your English class with a cute squint that frames her eyes whenever she smiles; a beautiful brunette that wears strapped sandals over trim feet with painted toe-nails. Have you ever dreamed that that small tear in her frayed and faded denim jeans, near the smooth curve of her knee, would start traveling up her tanned thigh? The hole in her clothing spliting wider as her body slowly grew bigger and bigger before your eyes? Her firm breasts swelling forward against her thin, white t-shirt as her eyes closed in the deep, sensual euphoria that tingled through her arms ... and legs ... and hips ... and chest? Beginning to pant, breathing heavily as her soft nipples hardened, forming firm bumps in the fabric as the middle of it suddenly ripped under the increasing strain? The thick leather straps of her sandals snapping apart as her heel grew over the shrinking base? Her cute toes over the front? Running her fingers over her lengthening body, into her excited womanhood, as her lovely face, moistened with a light sweat, climbed higher and higher into the sky?
I know I do. And every young woman, every female aquaintence, that I felt deserved to grow, gain in size and stature, and be loved and adored as the Goddess that she is, has found her way into one of my stories.
I have so many fantasies and I've explored numerous avenues to help satisfy these cravings that I've kept hidden for so long. But I've discovered that nothing can compare to a good story, a piece of fiction that sparks the imagination and helps those desires to be fulfilled.
Some may say that a collage is the best way to go, a picture melding a beautiful woman against the backdrop of a cityscape or natural wonder; but those have always seemed fake to me, lacking in realism in some way.
Others believe illustrations, painted art, are a pure way to make fantasy come to life. Of this I agree. Art can take you places that the natural world is unable to go, depicting scenes of anything that the artist is capable of imagining.
But I always come back to the story. While art can capture the image of an incredible scene, perhaps the specific emotion of a young woman who is struggling against her diminshing attire (that look of shock as her calves are suddenly pinched by shrinking denim or her eyes fluttering at the slight sense of euphoria as the silk lace of her thong slides it's way into her most sensitive of places), only a story can completely flesh out the whole of it. From start to finish, a story can show the wonder of when she first feels her jeans becoming tight, squeezing the muscles of her thighs and the width of her hips, to the moment her bare back is pressing against the high ceiling ten yards above her and the walls of stone and wood crumble around her incredible nude body as she stands to her full and beautiful height.
This section of the Emporium explores the fantasies of Giantess Lovers other than myself. There are many of us out there and each person's fantasy is unique and special in some way. I've tried to capture what people ultimately want and share them in a quick story designed to satisfy that purpose. If you have a specific fantasy you would like to see put into words, e-mail me with your idea. I'm fairly open-minded and enjoy sharing my own fanatsies, you shouldn't be embarressed to try the same.
Those commissioned stories I have written, are archived here.
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For one of the first Marcophiles I met way back when I started posting, I wrote "Love Machine" to help cater to their longing for a growing young woman of exotic descent, a beautiful Latina and the leather skirts and fishnet stockings she wears. Not growing too tall, and gaining a strong physique with a lot of sensual emotion. I tried my best.This story contains fast growth, amazon, and muscle growth.
The woman requested for this story was one from the Mediterranean; a lithe and graceful woman whose dark secret was a sexual pension for growing out of clothing and sandals. Though sweet and loving in demeanor, she does anger when someone goes prying where they are not supposed to go. I was also requested to do a special something with a leather boot; you'll just have to read to find out what.This story contains fast growth, amazon, muscle growth, and mild sexual themes.
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