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You lay in bed, or, you lay partially in bed. Your head rests upon the chest of the man beside you. Within his barrel chest you can hear the steady drum of his heart. It's a pleasing, steady rhythm to lull you. You could stay here all day. In fact, the last holiday you did spend all day in bed.

You hear him turn his head to look at the clock on the bedside table. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. You hug his big body to you one last time, but he slips out of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbow to watch him. He sits on the edge of the bed with his broad shoulders and wide back. You can pick out the fresh red lines you inflicted on him from the night before. The way he was driving into you, slamming the head board against the wall, you had to release the tension somehow. Leaving a little mark always lets you feel like you had staked your claim to your man.

His muscles tighten as he stretches. He almost looks normal, but then the arms are too long, the back too wide. When he stands your eyes follow his towering figure and he makes his way around the room. His body is so different from what it once was. A strange condition that doctors and specialists couldn't explain triggered a massive growth spurt. He didn't just grow taller, but bigger in every dimension. It was worrying, but, if you were honest, also exciting. It may have been wrong to enjoy his condition given all the troubles and expenses, but it was too good to resist. When you started dating he was a regular guy, not the god that he is today, the beast. All that growth, all that muscle, all that cock is yours to relish, and to try to deal with.

He pulls on his boxer-briefs, which does little to conceal his size or shape. He puts on an undershirt and applies his deodorant. It blends with his masculine musk that is so familiar to you. He pulls on the rest of his tailored clothes - the only stuff that fits him now for the most part. He walks around the bed and leans down. "I'll see you later," he says with a kiss.

You watch him bend down to step through the doorway, pulling the sheets over your body. That big guy was all yours.

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Sizeplay is something I've always enjoyed but it was often in more extraordinary circumstances. I've been thinking about scenarios wherein a normal-sized woman and her giant boyfriend go about their lives together in a world more or less like our own. The boyfriend is an anomaly and the world isn't used to dealing with someone like him.

What sort of situations would you like to see your giant boyfriend in if everything else in the world was the same? We can start off with him normal sized, or small even and grow from there.

I like to reply a couple or a few paragraphs at a time and I'm open to long-term if we click. I like to talk about the story before we begin writing. I imagine he reached his current size a while ago, but if you wish the growth could resume again. It might be interesting if she develops a fetish for his size after the growth into giant size.

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