Gifts of Sage - Pt. 4

CW: Aftermath of MtF gender change, feminization, emotional manipulation, dubiously consensual public play with an audience of stranger

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 4

It’s been months now, and that still happens sometimes.  That she kisses me awake in the night.  You’d think it would get irritating.  So far it hasn’t.  More often than not it’s a lot more than kissing, but I don’t mind that either.  Especially since she lets me sleep in.

These days I live with Sage.  I’m a lot smaller now, and getting around the house can be a challenge.  But I’ve learned to take care of myself, even when I’m alone.  That doesn’t happen much.  Neither of us can stand being apart for long. 

Life isn’t as different as you’d think. I checked in at a whopping two-foot-eight on my last measurement.  And even on her knees Sage has to bend her head to avoid bumping the ceiling. These things fade into the background, as time passes. It’s amazing how easily we adapt.

We talk about ontology sometimes.  During dinner, or while I’m drifting off to sleep, snuggled between her breasts.  How even if we’re the same inside, the world treats us very differently now.  She tells me that strangers are deferential, almost worshipful, when she walks down the street.  And we laugh at all her unsolicited marriage proposals.  Meanwhile, people are always holding doors for me.  Depending on what I’m wearing they might ask if I’m lost and need my parents.  Or if they recognize that I’m a very short adult woman, and a startlingly attractive one?  They can get a bit pushy.  With these latter folks, Sage tends to be… unforgiving.

But apart from spending a lot more time with her, the way I had wanted anyway?  Yeah.  Most things are the same.

Her old boyfriends aren’t around anymore.  Neither of them could handle the new Sage.  Some guys really are intimidated by strong women, I guess.  I badly wanted for things to work out with them.  Especially Terry.  I even offered my body as incentive.  Sage told me I always do this, and that I should value myself more.  Because Terry wasn’t worth it.  

She was sad after they left. We were sad together.  It was for the best.

I’m still seeing both my other girlfriends.  Scheduling is a little strained with how much Sage takes up my schedule, and she also insisted I start going to therapy, which takes up a night every week.  We’re making it work.  I was worried they wouldn’t like the new me.  And both Sharon and Tabitha had very different things to say about it.  But overall?  Things are better with them than ever.

The hardest part of adjusting was how I couldn’t take care of them anymore.  I used to do odd jobs around the house, little tasks to show my love.  And besides that, both of them ran on the submissive side, and liked when I could push them around in bed.  It turned out this was still possible with Sharon.  All it took was the right tone of voice, and belief in the words I was speaking.  Who cared if my head didn’t even crest her navel?  That height advantage mostly disappeared when she was on her knees.

I learned some things when I tried that with Tabitha, though.  I’d never seen her sexually aggressive before I shrank, didn’t even think she was even capable of it.  Do you know how hot it can be, when someone tells you no?  That night I saw a side of her I never knew existed.  She had me pinned against the wall, was making me chant her name.  And I’d never seen her that wet.  Who knew she had such a dominant streak?

Sage wasn’t surprised, when I told her about it later.  She said something about a well-tended garden.  How you have to prune back the strongest plants, to give space for the others to bloom.  

Sage loves to talk in allegories.

By then she’d let Tabitha and Sharon in on her botanical little secret, and was giving each of them a ration of two berries a week.  The extra height looked good on them, as did the other changes.  And I was always happy to be the catalyst behind their growth.  But unbeknownst to me, Sage was sharing secrets with them too.  I first leaned about this in the most delightful way.

Tabby and I were out grocery shopping.  We were having an argument over what to make for dinner.  It was getting playfully heated, as can happen between people who love each other.  I guess I went a little too far, teasing her about last week’s meatloaf.  And she decided to show me why it was a bad idea to mouth off to someone twice your size.

I suddenly found myself shoved against a rack of canned goods.  And Tabitha was snarling down from on high, showing me each and every one of her teeth.

“Three.  Two.  One.”

I came the instant she gave the command.  Screaming in helpless abandon, attracting the attention of everyone in the aisle.  But Tabby hardly noticed.  She stuffed both her weekly berries in my mouth, ordered me to swallow.  Then dragged me out of the store by the wrist.

We got delivery that night.

After that it was borderline predatory with her. The way she would trap me in impossible situations. Use her size advantage to overwhelm me. Then make me eat one, or sometimes even both her berries, and fuck me smaller.  Growling in my ear all the while about who was in charge in our relationship. 

Afterward we’d cuddle, enjoying my smaller and more curvaceous form, or the results of her growth spurt.  We’d be soft together, and she would show me how much she cherished me.  

I’d be glowing by the time I got home to Sage.  She would just smile as she washed me up in the sink, while I told her the juicy details.

Sharon picked up on the counting trick, too.  Though of course it has a different flavor coming from her.  Sometimes we’ll be snuggling, watching a movie.  And she’ll start counting back from such a high number, sometimes even in the hundreds.  It gives both of us a long, long time to settle in.  By the time she’s in the single digits, the two of us will be all over each other.  And it didn’t take long for the conditioning to spread to her, too.  Sage still requests the story about the night Shar and I counted the last three numbers together.  Speaking in unison while staring into each other’s eyes.  

But as amazing as these encounters are, there’s nothing that compares to Tuesday night.  That’s when all four of us get together, at Sage’s place.  It’s getting a little cramped these days, considering the size of the three of them.  Sage is looking for a new apartment – which is to say, she’s deciding which one she’ll take by right.  No one is going to tell a thirteen foot woman with a twenty-seven inch cock ‘no.’  Especially not one with muscles like hers.

There are certain little Tuesday rituals.  We all measure each other.  We compare notes, on who made who grow the most that week – or shrink in my case.  Sage and I are always the winners, by a wide margin.  Tabitha and Sharon pretend to be jealous about it, but I think it’s mostly playful.  And we get an update on how Sage’s garden is growing.

The evening inevitably devolves to debauchery.  Tabby’s ‘only’ seven feet tall now, to Shar’s eight-foot-two.  Chalk it up to Tabitha’s obsession with shrinking me.  But in either case, it’s hard to find men who can satisfy them, and they’re both quite open about missing my cock.  

Sage is happy to provide.  Strictly speaking she’s too big for them, but that can be a good problem to have, and lube goes a long way.  Plus it’s fun to watch them try.  Sometimes the three of them all play together, and sometimes I join in too, though at less than three feet I’m small enough that everyone has to be careful not to get carried away.  Last week was more typical – they took turns.  Sage grinding into Tabitha, until she couldn’t take it anymore and needed a break.  Then Sharon got up from where she’d been doing my nails, and Tabby picked up the manicure where she’d left off.  Despite the fact that Shar is bigger, Sage was more gentle with her, so their session lasted longer.  Long enough for Tabitha to get me off three times, while waiting for my top coat to dry.

There’s a way these evenings usually end, by popular request of Shar and Tabby.  They like to watch Sage and I play together.

You’ve never seen a more mismatched couple.  I don’t even come up to her knee, and her cock is almost as tall as I am.  She’s so strong, and big, and powerful.  A literal demi-goddess.  I’m beautiful too, though it’s a very different type of beauty.  My breasts are gravity-defying even though they’re as large as my head, and I’ve got a waist-to-hip ratio most women would kill for.  

The two of us fit together perfectly.  Her thighs are an absolute marvel at this size.  And they squeeze me so perfectly, as I make her splatter the walls with cum as she screams my name.

The room seems to crackle with electricity, and our friends are forced to silence in awe of it.  Even when Sage’s garden is growing well, it might take a whole night of the most intense love-making imaginable for Sharon or Tabitha to grow two little inches, or steal even half an inch from me.  

But with Sage and I?  It happens so quickly, you can actually see it.

There’s a question I’d been pondering, and I finally worked up the courage to ask it last week, as we were saying our goodbyes.

“Why am I still getting smaller?  Especially since I’m a woman now.  Why does the gift make you all grow, and me shrink?”

The three giant women paused abruptly.  Tabby and Shar looked shocked by the question, like I’d violated a taboo.

Sage had clearly been expecting it.

“You’ll grow someday, sweetie.  You just aren’t ready.  You still have so much to learn.  For now, it’s a gift to be small.  Just accept it.”

I thought about it that night.  As Sage lay snoring in that familiar, comforting way of hers, my tiny body spread on the mattress of her chest.  I thought about how she always looks at me, when she’s pounding my girlfriends into the carpet with the cock that used to be mine.  Making sure that I’m watching.  Or her proud expression when I shrink for her, and her little audiences oo’s and aw’s and claps.

It’s like she wants the three of us to know something.  Like she’s trying to prove a point.

I believe her.  That if I ever wanted to grow, Sage’s gift would allow it.  Whether she’ll ever allow me to have that want?  That’s another matter entirely.

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 3

CW: Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit then a cock, feminization, Male-to-Female gender change, use of mind-altering substances, penetration with large objects, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 3

Sage went on lighting candles. Her body slowly came into focus as the room filled with warm, flickering light. She had to be at least seven and a half feet tall, and her body looked like the sort of thing a Greek sculptor would devote a lifetime to produce.  Her powerful back, her tree trunk thighs, her perfectly heart-shaped ass.  

It was a long time before she turned her attention to me.  She blew out the match, and came to sit on the edge of the bed.  She touched her giant hand to my chest, and lightly pulled back the covers.  Exposing me beneath.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, her voice a honey-rich baritone at her new size.

I only shrugged.  Unsure of what else to do.  She was just so much.  Every inch of her spoke of fecundity and abundance.  I felt insignificant in her presence, that even holding her attention was to take something I didn’t deserve.

She was studying me closely.  As the silence went on, a worried look came into her eyes.  “You still love me, don’t you?  Even though I’m big?”

“Of course,” I said at once. “Just….”

“I need you to relax.  I’ll help, okay?” 

Sage slipped to the floor, and knelt by the side of the bed.  She leaned down, and rested her ear against my heart.  Facing away from me.  

“You’re safe with me.  You’re loved.  Say that back.”

“I’m safe with you,” I said, to the back of her head. “I’m loved.”

“Good.”  She let out a slow breath, and pressed more firmly.  “Again.”

I obeyed.  And my body started to tremble. I kept saying it, and with each repetition she let more of her weight fall upon me.  

I hardly noticed when she began to stroke me.  My bare stomach, my thighs.  And as I repeated her mantra, my anxiety drained from me, a single drop at a time. I shook freely, uncontrollably, but she held me in place with no effort at all.

When the shaking finally stopped, I was fully hard. 

Her long fingers grazed my cock.  She took hold of me.  Utterly eclipsed me with her giant palm, caressed my erection in her angelically soft hand.  Her touch was as gentle as a summer breeze. I could almost feel her love feel radiating from her fingertips. I moaned, fawning beneath her.

I felt her take hold more firmly.  Grasp me, all of me, from balls to tip.  Letting me be lost in her.  With three tiny flicks of her wrist, and she had me on the cusp of release.  A fourth would’ve ended me.  Yet Sage backed off then, and merely pet me with the back curl of her index finger.

I whimpered and mewled, but laid obediently still. 

“It really is the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.  

My body practically glowed with her praise. 

“But it’s too small for me now.  Much too small.”

A tidal wave of sadness crashed over me.  

Before I could express it, Sage shushed me.  “I can help.  If you trust me.  Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”  The words were pulled from me.  I would’ve said anything for her in that moment. 

“I want to share this gift with you.  You’re worthy.  But you need to understand, it will change you. Just like it changed me.  Do you want that?”

“Sage.  Please.  Please yes.”

I was melting. My consciousness had narrowed to a beam, focusing on nothing but her words, her touch, the massive silhouette of her body there in the candle-lit twilight. 

She lifted then, and opened her bedside table. I felt starved without her, but she wasn’t away for long. Sage turned, holding two ripe berries on a single green stem. She brushed them against my lips sensually. 

“I grew these myself,” the giant woman explained, as if I was in a state to understand. “They’re a relative of the Holly tree.  That means they’re very dangerous.  Poison.  But I’ll draw that out of you.  And you won’t have to worry about being small, or less than me, ever again.”

I parted my lips.  

She placed them in my mouth.  And touched the base of my jaw with the tip of her finger.  Making me close.

“Chew them slowly.”

I did.  They were bitter, horribly so.  But Sage was there, watching me, and I kept staring into her eyes.  The sweetness of her gaze was enough to overpower the worst of flavors.  I even managed to smile, and that seemed to make her happy.

My head began to swim.  My breath became ragged.  I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t feel good, that I needed help, but my voice didn’t work.  

Sage understood. She sat me in her lap, facing away from her.  She settled me between her breasts, rested her chin on my head, squeezed me with her powerful arms.  We were as close as close could be.  

I was a tiny sapling, struggling for a taste of the sun.  She was a magnificent oak, protecting and sheltering me, because I wouldn’t survive on my own.

I wasn’t thinking clearly.  I wanted her closer.  I would die without her.

“I’m drawing out the poison now.  This will be a lot.  You have so much inside, that you need to lose.  All you have to do now, is let me take it.”

She ran her strong fingers along the hollow of my throat.  Teased there, against the most vulnerable part of me. She could’ve crushed the life from me without a thought.  Yet she wouldn’t, and knowing that, the sick feeling inside abated a little.  

She turned her body, and me with it, until we could see each other in the mirror.  I looked so small in her lap.  My feet dangled high above the floor, my body pathetic and weak by comparison.  In her shadow, I was hardly a man at all.  That old fear, that I wasn’t enough, could never be enough, returned.  But it was far away now, like it was happening to another person.

“Give up.”  

Every muscle in my body relaxed at her command.  It was the drug, taking away my control, or there was something hypnotic in her voice, or else becoming nothing in her arms was something I always wanted.  I felt overwhelming gratitude that she had given me the chance. 

There was an irritating sound, a high howl, and I only realized she’d been stroking my cock between her thumb and forefinger when I saw my mouth working in the mirror.  But that couldn’t be my voice.  It was a reedy whine, and it was rising in pitch all the time.

Sage chuckled.  She kissed the top of my head, using one giant hand to keep me pinned between her breasts, and stroked me just a little faster.

Even as I came, I tried to apologize.  It happened so pathetically quick, and I couldn’t make myself stop.  But Sage looked pleased with me.  I watched her carefully lick her fingers clean.  As though not wanting to waste a drop. 

I felt hot.  Something was happening.  

I wanted her closer.

Sage was growing again.  But not just that.  Her hand was back between my thighs, and I couldn’t think, but my perspective was shifting. My head sinking lower, my body changing with her touch.  I was becoming something else, something she wanted.  Her hands, her will, patiently shepherding me into the form she desired.   

“You can’t fight it,” she whispered, as her hand played over my cock. “You’re too weak to fight it.  So be weak.  Your weakness is beautiful.”

She shifted me in her lap as I shrank, made sure I had a clear view of my reflection.  Of what she was doing to me.

“You’re beautiful,” she told me.

I was beautiful. 

I was also three or four inches shorter, but that was only part of it.  My hair was longer, my face softer. My legs tapered and shapely.  Sage gently opened my thighs, ran the tip of her finger all over me, giving me a tour of my own body.  Directing me where to look.  Finally ending as she stroked over my shaft.  

It was far smaller than I remembered.  Not even half the size it had been before.  

“See how tiny it is?” she asked.  There was laughter in her voice.  “You’d never please me with that.  Would you?”

I shook my head.  My dick dwindling away with each and every stroke.

“But you please me all the same.  And you’ll please me even more, the smaller you get.”

I understood.  This was all to please her.  

I willed it.  Made myself shrink for her, gave myself away.  

The changes came faster.

“Good girl.”

I came, and shrank, and became more beautiful.  She again licked me from her fingers.  Moaning greedily, as though sampling a rare and savory delicacy.

She moved me.  Picked me up from her lap, sat me on the edge of the bed.  I wasn’t even five feet tall now, and with Sage’s enormous size, I felt miniscule by comparison.  

She stood to her full height for a moment, grinning.  Letting me take in how she’d grown several inches taller, and far more muscular after sampling my cum.  She also made sure I had time to notice the new development between her thighs.  The rose-red bloom of a phallus, a perfectly smooth and symmetric clit nearly the length of my hand.  But I barely had time to reflect on this, before Sage let out a low animal growl.  The room shook as she dropped to her knees, and she slurped what remained of my manhood into her mouth.  

I came at once. Feeling myself dwindle smaller with every pulse, feeling my balls tighten and contract.  She easily swallowed every drop, gaining all that I lost. 

Sage had me completely enveloped now, her arms curling vine-like around me, her mouth latched as she sucked the poison away.  My fists tangled in her hair as she grew and I shrank.  In the reflection I could see the girl I was becoming.  Soft and spare, hardly any curves to speak of, utterly unlike the Goddess kneeling before me.  Even as a woman I was nothing compared to her.  But if that’s what she wanted, it was what I would be.

“The next time you cum, it’ll be your first time as a girl.  It’s a big moment.”

I moaned for her.  Loving my new voice.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetie.  I want you to know how that feels, before you get too small.”

I tried to think what I could do, how I was supposed to get ready.  There was so much I didn’t know.  She laughed at the confusion on my face.  And pulled me down into her lap, sitting with legs spread wide on the floor.

“When I breathe out, you breathe in,” she told me.

Sage took a dramatically deep breath, and watched me, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight.  It took a few tries.  But soon I caught her rhythm, and we were breathing as one.  I kept breathing with her, as she slowly, slowly positioned me.  Let the tip of her giant clitoris tease against my cunt.  I concentrated on her, the rise and fall of her chest.  Thought about my body, and my breathing.  As she carefully pushed the first half inch of her inside my tiny little sex, and penetrated me for the first time.  

It was so much.  Too much.  But I held it, and slowly coated her clit in my excitement, and felt it slip deeper as she took the breath I offered.  And then she was inside, all the way inside, and it was good.

I’d never had anything inside me before, and my poor virgin slit was tight, not ready for this.  But she was gentle.  Rocking her hips only slightly, as she fucked me there on her lap.  A hand on my hip, another on my forehead.  In the mirror her expression was wild, almost savage.  There was exhalation in her eyes.  But still she was careful.  And she looked happier than I had ever seen her before.

Sage panted, her tongue lolling briefly from her mouth.  Then she grinned.  And did something so strange, that it short-circuited my brain with confusion.

She began to count backward.

“Five.  Four.  Three.”

Something was rising up inside me.  An unknowable, alien pressure, threatening to explode from a hollow point just beneath my navel.

“Two.  …One.”

The feeling built, and built.  Until I felt like I would die, like I needed to release it before it made me burst.  But I couldn’t do it myself, couldn’t do it without her.  She needed to do something, say something.  But I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even beg her when I was like this.

She let me dangle this way for three long breaths, as I howled and thrashed there on her lap.  Until at last….

“Cum.”

I came, and shrank, and gave myself away.  Sage snarled in my ear as she stole my size.  She grew inside me, filling me beyond my capacity, and I clung to her and whined and scratched her at random with my fingernails.  

She laughed heartily.  And barely let me recover before she began to count again.  Starting at ten this time.  Now that I knew what was happening, I had the ecstasy of anticipation, but also the knowledge that she would soon steal away more of my size, and she was already so big, too big inside me.  Yet I trusted her, and even as far gone as I was, I knew she would never, ever hurt me.

Sage counted slowly, agonizingly so, and with each number I felt my orgasm draw closer.  There was no poison left in me.  She had taken it all.  What she drew out now was pure sweetness, and there was nothing but joy in letting it go.

She paused for an eternity on ‘one.’  It was probably no more than twenty seconds.  Every instant of it was more pleasurable than even my strongest orgasm, back when I used to be a man.  Still.  All of that paled in comparison to what I felt when she finally gave the order.

“Cum.”

She stayed inside me as long as she could.  But I shrank so much, and she was getting so gloriously long and thick.  My orgasm was only half over as she tenderly pulled her length from inside me.  She lay me against it as I throbbed and moaned, and I felt it growing beneath me, stretching up my soft little tummy.  And I let it grow, let it steal my size.  Fed it devotion and love, as thanks for the gift she’d given.

We were on the bed then, and she was holding me. Her head on the pillow, her feet on the floor. I was cold, and shaking uncontrollably.  Sage rested me, my head between her breasts and feet between her knees, and lightly draped a blanket over me.  She tucked it beneath my shoulders, covering me as best she could. Her abs were firm, and her body was warm.  She pet me.  And I cried, but they were happy tears.

I could’ve drifted off to sleep, and let the evening end there.  She would’ve forgiven me, and I didn’t need to earn her love.  But I wanted to give to her.  And I knew what she wanted to receive.

I slipped beneath the blanket.  Positioned myself between her thighs. And started to suck her cock. 

I couldn’t see her, there in the dark. But she felt so good, between my hands. Against my smallish breasts.  In my mouth.  It was hard for me to believe, but even this felt familiar.  Almost the same as any time I had gone down on her, before her ascension, and my change in status.  She smelled exactly the same, for one thing, but that wasn’t the largest part of it. 

It’s because this act was always about connection.  About the two of us becoming one.  Nothing about that had changed. 

When I felt her getting close, I asked her to lift the blanket for me.  Because I was getting too hot, and because I could feel what had changed about her, and I wanted to see.  She complied.  And for a time, I just took in the sight of her.  

It wasn’t simply an oversized clitoris.  Not anymore.  She said she’d wanted my cock, and now she had it.  It really was a beautiful cock.  Though I’d admit it looked better on her.  She’d made it bigger, and thicker.  And it looked so pretty there, sprouting from atop her vulva.  Proud and strong.  

She looked nervous as I beheld her.  And didn’t relax, until I threw myself into my task with renewed enthusiasm.  I thought it was silly, that she’d ever doubt my reaction.  But then, I guess no one is immune to feelings that they aren’t good enough. 

It didn’t take long after that.  She had two sets of genitalia, and I knew exactly what both of them wanted.  And there are a lot of things you can do to someone that aren’t otherwise possible, when you’re only half their size.  She came a lot.  I did my best to swallow her, but there was far too much for that, and I ended up getting soaked from the top of my head down to my knees. 

She cleaned me in the bathroom, making me stand by the vanity while she stroked me with a warm towel.  All the while she kept saying the sweetest little nothings, that filled my heart to bursting.  Telling me how cute I was, how good I’d done, how proud she was that I’d finally faced this.

She was almost finished when I noticed the changes.  I was shorter, but that was a given.  Maybe four feet, to Sage’s eight?  Specifics didn’t matter, we could wait til tomorrow to break out the tape measure.  But my breasts were bigger, and that shocked me.  I was a C-cup at least, where before I’d hardly been an A.  My waist was a bit more narrow, the flare of my hips more dramatic.  I think my legs were longer, too.

“Did you change your mind?” I asked, in my soft lilting voice.

She paused in the act of wetting the cum towel, and peered at me in confusion.  “What do you mean?”

I gestured at my reflection, and shrugged.  “I thought you wanted me as a different type of girl.  This is good too, don’t get me wrong….”

“You think I wanted you like this?  Not at all.”

I blanched.  “You didn’t?  So you don’t like me like….”

“Sweetie,” she interrupted, her tone only a little frustrated.  “I wanted you.  However that looks, however that feels.  More than me, or less.  It’s all the same.  As long as you’re happy.”

She carried me back to bed.  We slept chest to chest, with her arms wrapped tight around me.  And many times that first night, I came awake to her kissing me.  Slow, and sleepy, and grateful kisses.  I couldn’t do much, in terms of kissing her back.  I was too small to do anything but accept her.

But I was learning that was enough.

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 2

 CW: Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit, face sitting, breath play, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 2

That sensation of fear in my chest, again. But Sage held me as we stared into the mirror together. And the way she was stroking me, it was like she understood about that fear, knew exactly where it lived. And her touch soothed it, like gentle rain, slowly dousing a fire.

“I know you want to give to me,” she said, lips brushing my ear as she spoke. “And there’s something I want to try. A fantasy about a thing I want to do to you, that I haven’t been able get out of my head since this started. I think it’s going to make me a lot bigger. You don’t need to be scared of that, though. And I’ll tell you what to do. Okay?”

I stared at her reflection. Her green eyes peering at me, studying me. Her expression was adoring. Attentive. Yet oddly calculating.

She waited for my answer. Then apparently decided she’d waited long enough. In the mirror, I watched her reach down, and gently rest her palm over my groin. Through my jeans, just once, she squeezed me.

She supported me, as my legs gave out. Held me until I could stand on my own again. It seemed like a very long time.

“Take your clothes off. Lay down on the bed, flat on your back. Make sure your neck is supported.”

I obeyed. I’m sure it took a moment to fumble out of my jeans, to unbutton my shirt. My memory is hazy on this, as though dream logic was at play. It seemed the next moment, I was lying in wait for her.

She stripped out of her too-small dress. There was nothing theatrical about her movements, but she clearly wanted me to take her in. Her overripe breasts, the trim curve of her waist. Her taut stomach. And best of all to my eye, those massive, powerful thighs, that flexed almost hypnotically with every move she made.

Sage spared a brief moment to admire her own nude reflection, before she crawled onto the bed. She positioned herself above me with careful precision, her sinewy legs on either side of my head.

At first I couldn’t see her face. Just the undersides of her massive breasts, the hard lines of her abs. In the fading light, dew sparkled on her labia. And there were streaks along her inner thigh from where I’d spread her cum with my cheeks. Sage allowed me a long moment to appreciate her majesty. Then she leaned down, brushing her hair from her eyes, and gave me such a loving look that it almost broke my heart. She caressed me, ran her thumb along my lips.

“Put your arms over your head, baby. The backs of your wrist go on the bed. No touching with your hands. Are your shoulders comfortable like that?”

“I think so.”

Sage grinned. And lowered her sex over my mouth.

“Show me how you feel about me,” she purred. “I know you love me. This is how you can show it.”

She cried out, as my tongue thrust inside her.

I lost myself. Let go of the strangeness of all this, all the questions I had, of what would happen once I gave her everything she wanted. Whether she’d love me more than ever, or decide to discard me.

It’s always been like that with Sage. The only time I’m not worried about losing her, is when her moans are filling my ears.

There was urgency as I painted her with my tongue, and she stroked herself across my face. But there is such a thing as slow urgency. It can even be motionless – like the urgency you feel when simply holding someone’s hand on a first date. For a long, long time, we hardly moved at all. I kissed her. She claimed me.

Sage lifted off me every minute or so, to let me breathe. To cool myself, stretch my neck, relax my jaw. I was grateful when she did this – there was so much of her, and more all the time it seemed – but even being an inch apart from her felt like torture. She was so gentle with me, despite her ever increasing size. With these little breaks, I felt like I could’ve done this for hours.

The sense of her growth was undeniable, yet impossible to measure. I knew her abs were gaining definition, that her breasts were growing heavier, that her whole body was swelling and lengthening as she moaned out to the heavens there on top of me. But mostly it happened too slow to track, and I was too entranced with what I was doing to follow. I cared more for the taste of her in my mouth, the way it sweetened as she came, again and again. I cared about the subtle tilt of her shoulder that told me where she wanted me next. Her growth mattered only in terms of how I should move to meet her needs, now that there was more of her. How the angles between us were shifting.

Though even as lost in her as I was, there was something impossible to ignore. Her clit was growing. Fast.

Sage only became frantic toward the end. I think it was around her seventh orgasm when she suddenly grabbed me by the wrists, pinned me, and literally started to fuck my face. Her clitoris was as big as the tip of my thumb at that point, and her body was utterly enormous. She outweighed me by hundreds of pounds, and was so strong she could’ve thrown me around like a ragdoll if she wanted.

Yet I don’t remember being afraid. There were times when it got uncomfortable, as her hips ground me against the mattress, and her mega-clit pressed my tongue back into my throat. But it was more like she was sharing herself with me than taking advantage. It was just that her form of sharing came with a whole lot of force.

The only time I had a problem was when she squirted. That was a lot. I tried to swallow, but there was far, far too much of her to handle. She filled my mouth with hot nectar until I overflowed, and she poured down my throat, over my chest, soaking the mattress beneath. I held my breath, and endured.

Thankfully it was almost over. She fucked my mouth with her clit, and giggled maniacally as she came a final time. Then at last collapsed to the bed beside me.

I felt so small beside her, as she lay catching her breath. She was the largest human I’d ever seen. In the aftermath of something so grand, where she’d used me so exquisitely, I wanted her to say something. To tell me that she loved me, that I still had value to her now that we were finished.

Sage didn’t say anything.

She was gazing at me, though. And it was a look I’d never seen before. Like I was something small she’d found. Something that belonged to her. Something mysterious and precious, and now that luck had brought me into her life, she never wanted to let go.

It does something to you, when someone so big, and so beautiful, looks at you like that.

She stroked my hair. Ran her long fingers over my face, exploring me by touch. I let this go on for a time, then abruptly caught her thumb between my lips. I sucked on it greedily, just as I’d done with her clit.

She must’ve understood the joke. Because she smiled.

And every part of me rejoiced.

I must’ve fallen asleep. The next thing I remember was the flare of a wooden match.

The flame spread slow upon a candle wick. Sage held it close, shielding it, making sure it caught. The orange glow on her face was alluring, and eerie.

Her green eyes flicked briefly to me, seeing I was awake. She smiled. Even in the dimness, I could tell she was a giant. The top of her head very nearly reached the ceiling.

“How do you feel?” I asked, automatically. My voice coming out hoarse and cracked.

“Big,” she told me. She twisted the match between her fingers, until the flame sputtered and flared bright again. She used it to light another candle. “And really fucking horny. I want your cock.”

Gifts of Sage - Pt 1

 I met Sage on a Sunday afternoon.  We only had a few hours together, but she changed my life.  She told me about something she wanted.  She was very insistent.  In the end, I had to write it down.

This is a standard pseudoclever, two people in a bedroom story.  I would describe it as emotionally intense, and dream-like.  There's a WHOLE lot of sex.  But do be aware...

This story contains a cis woman who grows a penis, and male-to-female gender transformation.  That section begins in chapter 3.  If that sort of content upsets you, the first two chapters are still safe.  Mind the Content Warning tags.  

Thanks to Elle Largess, @mightytinygiant, for beta-reading this piece, and really taking it to the next level.  Find her awesome content over at https://linktr.ee/mightytinygiant

CW: Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit then an actual cock, cock shrinking and theft, MtF gender change, feminization, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love 

Gifts of Sage - Pt. 1

“Just so you know, I’m bigger than last time.”

I was standing in line at the local upscale grocery store when I got her message.  I tucked the expensive bottle of Scotch I was carrying under my arm, and awkwardly typed out a reply.

“What do you mean bigger?” 

Her texts came back in succession.

“You’ll see.”

“I miss you.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Don’t keep me waiting okay?”

I was fourth in line, and the line wasn’t moving.  I panicked, caught between my fear of showing up empty-handed, and my sudden overwhelming desire to be in her presence.  

Feeling guilty, I set the bottle down, and hurried out of the store.

Sage is one of my all-time favorite humans.  But scheduling with her can be difficult. She has two other partners, both of whom I would dare to call friends.  My love life is complicated, too.  Sharon and Tabitha had both asked me to say hi to Sage for them that night.  If it felt good. 

Consequently, it had been three weeks since our last date.  I wanted to work up the courage to ask if we could see each other more, and I was terrified she’d say no.  I loved Sage, and she said she loved me too.  But realistically, she was probably out of my league.  One of these days, she would realize that.  

Anyway.  I was pretty sure I knew what she meant by, ‘bigger.’  On our last date, Sage mentioned she’d been hitting the gym pretty hard lately.  It was cute of her to warn me.  But come on.  I’m not the kind of guy to be intimidated by a strong woman.  

But I was half a block from her house now, and I couldn’t get her words out of my head. They made something hot pulse in the middle of my chest.  I didn’t have time to examine the feeling.  Only, I really wished I’d bought her that Scotch.  It would’ve been nice to have something to offer.

The door to her apartment was open a crack. I knocked gently, that heat in my chest growing stronger. 

I could have told you that she was waiting for me in the bedroom even before she spoke.  As though I had an additional sense, with no purpose but to orient myself to her. 

“Lock the door behind you, sweetie. There's nothing to fear.”

It’s funny.  Being told not to fear, is the surest way to become afraid. 

Sage was standing by the window. Grasping the frame, the setting sun orange on her face. She looked at me sidelong, not turning her head. A mischievous little smirk painted across her lips. 

“Holy shit, Sage!”

“Hmph. It’s good to see you, too.”

She turned languidly, took a long moment to stare at nothing in particular, before she fixed her eyes upon me, rooting me in place. 

“It’s not too much. Is it?”

Too much.  It was as if she’d read my mind.  It was as if every part of the Sage I knew had been enhanced, until she was filled beyond capacity.  Sage had always been on the tall side for a woman — five-foot-seven — and she was pleasingly broad-shouldered. But beyond that, the word that best suited her was, ‘willowy.’  She was thin, with long arms and long legs.  You could even call her delicate.

Well, no more. Sage had to be nearly as tall as me, and I’m six feet. I thought for a moment she might be wearing heels, but beneath the hem of her skirt her feet were bare. And a change in footwear wouldn’t have explained the rest of her developments.  Literally every part of her was… well.  More.  The green cotton dress she wore was bare at the shoulders, and I could see the firm definition of her forearms and biceps.  Sage had barely been working out for a month. It should’ve required years of hard work to build a body like that.  Never mind her chest, or her ass.  If I thought she was out of my league before?  God.  She was so beautiful that I practically felt like another species in her presence.

“Your face is priceless.”

I blinked. “Is it really still you?”

Sage clucked her tongue.  “What an interesting question.”

She crossed the room toward me.  Hips swaying dramatically, her eyes never leaving mine. 

“So much of the sensory experience is dependent on the physical vessel.  My eyes, my nose, the tips of my fingers.  I feel, therefore I am.  But with such a dramatic change, to everything I used to feel?  Well.  I think I’m still me.  But of course I would say that.  Though counterpoint, can you honestly tell me that you are still you?  With all the experiences you’ve had since you last held me in your arms?”

She was close now.  Smirking at me.  Enjoying every second of this.

“That’s an invitation, by the way.  To hold me.”

I grinned sheepishly.  Wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. 

She kissed me back, in that familiar way of hers.  Going slow, matching her breath to mine.  Then abruptly opening her eyes, as she slipped the narrow tip of her tongue into my mouth.  It always felt pleasantly illicit when she did this.  Like we were sharing a secret, or getting away with something we shouldn’t.

“Yeah,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “You can table the ontology.  You’re still Sage.  And you’re still a fucking nerd.”

She laughed. “Glad I pass inspection.  But hey, you still haven’t seen the best part.”

Sage leaned back, bracing herself against the wall, and hiked her skirt up. 

“I mean seriously, look at these thighs. I could practically crush a bowling ball with them!”

Sage knows all my weaknesses, where her body is concerned.  Chalk it up to the hours of pillowtalk, or that we’ve had the chance to exhaustively study each other’s porn collection.  Let’s just say mine has a lot of women doing squats.  Often in attire not appropriate for most public gyms.

The point being, one look at those legs of hers, and it was all over for me. 

“What’s the matter?” she purred. “Thinking about how these are going to feel wrapped around your shoulders?  Or pressed against your ears?”

I swallowed.  “Sage.  Wait.  First tell me how….”

“Do you think I’ll taste different?  My hormones are in overdrive, and my internal chemistry is all out of whack.  My sex drive hasn’t been this strong since I was thirteen.”

“Sage….”

“I’m saying I want you.  I already got myself off four times today.  All while thinking about you going down on me.  It wasn’t enough.  I’ll give you an explanation later.  Promise.  But for now….”  She trailed off, a troubled look coming across her face.  “You never answered me.  I’m not too much for you now.  Am I?”

That heat in my chest again.  I felt a moment of unnamable fear, before instinct compelled me to act.

Sage let me push her down on the bed.  She came to rest on the edge, lifting her dress, spreading her legs.  I sank to my knees, at once a worshiper at her altar.  She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt, and I could immediately sense the humidity of her, could tell that she was soaking wet without even a touch.  I started kissing my way up her newly muscular thigh, following the hard line of her quadricep toward the place where I knew she wanted me.  She pet my hair, then fluffed a pillow behind her head, getting comfortable.  Only then did she begin to moan.

It was oddly disorienting.  Having her so large, so much more substantial, yet so deeply familiar.  I knew her body so well, and had probably gone down on her dozens if not a hundred times.  I ran my fingertip experimentally along her labia, knowing at once how she would respond.  Her husky groan, the trickle of her nectar that soaked my first two fingers.  

I hesitated only slightly before tasting her, remembering her words on the subject, that she might taste different.  But I needn’t have worried, because she was exactly the same, at least to my way of reckoning.  Though I couldn’t remember enjoying her quite so much before.

Sage mostly allowed me to control the encounter, simply laying back and accepting my devotion.  She lowered her dress over my head, enveloping me in sweet-smelling twilight.  I explored her, letting my sense of touch guide me.  Urging her to bloom for me, following the rhythms of her body.  The texture of her was a little different, and it took me a moment to realize that Sage had quite a bit more pubic hair than usual.  She’d explained to me once that she preferred to freshly shave before sex, as the sensation of lube on smooth skin was more pleasing.  It seemed she’d changed her mind.  I’m not sure why, but the thought of her growing wild felt deeply erotic in that moment.  Isn’t it strange, the things that turn us on?

I was too excited to take my time with her, and she wasn’t in the mood to hold back either.  In less than a minute her moans took on that tell-tale urgency I knew so well, and the flavor of her shifted.  Became heady and sweet.  As she passed the point of no return, she squeezed those muscular thighs around my head.  Hard enough against my ears to silence the world outside, for her moans to reach me by induction through her skin.  

I could feel the power in her as she held me this way.  Rendering me helpless and immobile.  I’ll admit I was scared.  A little.  What if I surprised her with my lips or tongue, and learned too late she didn’t know her own strength?  But Sage was as gentle as ever, and I relaxed into the delightful sensation as her legs held me secure.  

My jaw was just beginning to ache when she finally arched her back and whimpered.  I kept flicking my tongue over her clitoris, marveling that even this part of her felt bigger.  Until she released me, and lay still on the bed.

“Yeah,” she panted.  “It’s been way too long.  The fantasy just doesn’t do you justice.”

I crawled out from beneath her dress, smirking.  “So do you want to take back that thing you said?  About being too much for me?”

She touched her chin to the pillow.  Long black locks of hair slipped from her forehead as the light of the setting sun played across her cheek.  

And again, she looked troubled.  

“Is everything okay?” I asked.  

“Just watch,” she whispered.  “And remember.  It’s still me.”

I obeyed, not sure what I was supposed to be watching for.  

What first caught my eye was a sense of movement down near the floor.  Her bare feet dangled an inch or two above the carpet as she lay on the edge of the bed.  As I watched, she seemed to stretch.  Until the tips of her toes touched down.  Then the ball, and finally the heel of her foot.

She watched me watching her.  A nervous smile on her face.  Waiting for me to realize what was happening.  But I just stared at her stupidly.  Sage gave a playfully exasperated sigh, the sound of someone reluctantly giving the answer to a riddle too difficult to solve.  She climbed to her feet, and wrapped her arms around me.  Staring down at me, her eyes an inch above mine.

“You’re… taller!”

She kissed me.  “Not just taller.  I’m a lot of things.  Stronger, and curiver, and I dare say more attractive, but that’s subjective, not a good metric.  But, yes.  I’m taller.”

“But what – how did…?”

“You,” she interrupted.  “You did this.”

A part of me wanted to run.  But she had her arms around me, and her smile was so reassuring.  

“It’s been happening every time I get off,” she explained.  “For about two weeks now.  I think it’s just a few millimeters when I self-pleasure.  If it wasn’t, the way I’ve been behaving the last few weeks?  I’d be towering over the tree tops by now.  Even after a night when I ran the batteries down on every toy I have, and went through two whole bottles of lube, I didn’t pick up more than half an inch.”

I sputtered incoherently.  She waited for me to find words.  When I couldn’t, she went on.

“I saw Rob last week, and Terry just a few nights ago.  Partnered sex is definitely more potent.  And don’t me wrong, I love both of them dearly.  But Rob is a little too timid, and Terry… oh never mind.  What I mean to say is, I’ve been looking forward to sharing this with you ever since I started growing.  Because I knew it would be like this with you.  That you’d be the one to really make me grow.  In sixty seconds, you just gave me more than all my other experiences, combined.”

Sage had slipped her well-muscled arm around my shoulder at this point.  Subtly turning me, so the two of us were looking at her floor-to-ceiling mirror together.  She made eye contact with me in the reflection as she spoke, as her fingertip lightly stroked my ear.  She looked so sure of herself, so confident.  So deeply in love with me.

“I don’t know if I ever told you this.  But you’re the best I’ve ever had.  Sex-wise, I mean.  I’ve had a lot of time to think about why.  It has nothing to do with your body, or the crude mechanics of love-making.  It’s because when you touch me, I can feel how much you care.  How much you want to give to me.  When we’re together, I’m the most important person in the world to you.  Am I right?”

I nodded.

“Do you like me like this?”

She asked it casually, but I could see how much my answer meant to her.  How badly she wanted me to say yes, how much it would hurt her if I didn’t.

“It’s scary,” I managed, speaking through a mouth too dry.  “But.  I do.”

Sage beamed.  She stepped behind me.  Pressed her breasts to my back, hugged me tight against her.  I could just barely see her eyes, peeking mischievously over the top of my head.  Her breath was hot in my hair.

“I want more,” she whispered.