Sleepover with a Giantess
Your Life......Bigger
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Jaz looked expectantly to Whitney as her fleeting thought passed. Of course nothing happened. Still, the giantess felt a twinge of disappointment. Ah well, I still got them here with me. She looked down to her boobs, "Would you guys like to head back with me? Just hang out for a while?" It was very rare for Jaz to offer anything remotely like that; both Robert and Whitney exchanged a surprised look. It was clear the girl was still rather guilt-ridden if she didn't even want to head to her own land alone. Regardless, neither friend refused. It could be fun. Jaz smiled down at her friends, "Thanks guys, hold on tight…" She pushed her body back as she slowly began to stand back up. Her friends gripped her boob tightly as they flew up many miles and their ears popped. They were slightly dizzy from the sudden pressure change and shut their eyes.
Unaware of this, Jaz saw her friends were still there and casually began to head back to her island, humming a soft tune that gave the impression she was all better. As the landmass came into view though, the giantess felt more guilt rising again. Just from where she saw and cried, there sat a huge crater that fit her rounded butt perfectly, as well as demolished about a tenth of the remaining mountains left. Jaz noticed her clothes were gone, her memory of the last time she grew came to mind. The exact same thing happened, Jaz outgrew her clothes; and while out one day, she came back to them gone. The next day, brand new ones, that fit accordingly. She never quite knew what happened or how it was done, but she didn't exactly care either. She hoped today would do that too.
With the landmass less than a footstep away Jaz reached for her friends, "Hop on." They did as told as sat on her fingernail. With nothing left to worry about, Jaz carefully laid herself flat on her stomach so that her face was right beside the mountains on the opposite edge. Her boobs crushed some mountains and her legs may have been mostly submerged in water, but it worked. The giantess carefully lowered her friends onto the highest mountain, a structure that barely reached Jaz's lower lip, and smirked at her friends again. "Like it?" Each vowel she made caused a mild gust of wind from her breath to the two people; it took them a minute to respond.
"I like it." Robert smiled; Whitney gave a nod to show she agreed.
Jaz shrugged, "It's alright. Now, what do you guys want to do?" In the distance her feet could be seen kicking against the air in eagerness.
No one really responded, after all, what could you do with a girl 200-miles tall? It seemed Jaz would have to come up with the idea herself; it was one she often thought of her laughs. "Why don't you guys have a race?"
"Where?" Whitney asked.
The giantess gestured over her shoulder, "On me! I think it might be kinda cool."
"Might take a while…" The small man mumbled.
Jaz shrugged again, "It'll kill time. Plus I can use it decide where you guys are sleeping tonight."
"Sleeping?"
"Yeah, you're staying the night right?"
Whitney and Robert exchanged another look, both certain of it now Jaz desperately wanted company. They both nodded to the black girl's question.
"Great! You guys can race and whoever gets farthest gets the prize!" Jaz lowered her fingernail again to get the two. Again they got on. Moments later they were placed at the peak of one of the world's largest mountains, Jaz's butt. Neither of her smaller friends could suppress their feelings regarding the location. "You guys can start whenever you want."
"What happens to who wins?" Robert called out.
Jaz looked over her shoulder with a devilish smirk, "The winner gets to sleep in my boobs tonight. The loser sleeps under my toe nail." She came up with the losing penalty right off the spot. It seemed to do the trick, as a moment later her friends began the race. It felt funny for two people to be running on her butt, to Jaz it felt like two small ticklish sensations were very slowly creeping up towards her torso.
To her friends, it was unreal. Jaz's butt itself was roughly ten-miles high, forming down into a slope a good five-miles long. Neither Whitney nor Robert could run at full speed without risking tripping or something. As it was now, Whitney was winning by a slim margin. Neither of them could believe they'd just gotten into a race like this, the winner sleeping in Jaz's bosom. Normally they'd probably be a bit chiller about it, but the penalty didn’t seem appealing, and both knew Jaz would do it. Sleeping underneath the toenail of a 200-mile high giantess didn't seem too appealing. Racing on top of a girl came with complications though. Her regular breathing made it hard to find any sort of good footing for long. The occasional giggle or two shook the very ground they ran on. And of course there was the issue of clothing, as Jaz's stretched-shorts were coming closer and closer and stood in their path. It was barely a couple hundred feet high, and mildly wrinkled and slightly holey, Whitney wasted no time in approaching it and beginning to climb.
Robert, had a more "smart" idea, he decided just running under and going straight through would be best, bad call. Getting underneath the small bit of clothing was no problem at all, it was underneath that was the problem. It was very dark, with little light shining in through the small rips and tears. The air was humid, the warmth of Jaz's body held back by the thin layer of jean-shorts. Then there was something Robert's more perverted side noticed. In his current location…he was essentially invisible from sight, and was right on top of the butt of his childhood crush. He couldn't resist but stop for a moment to plant his hand of the well-toned cocoa brown surface and feel arousal build up inside. He began heading for the exiting side moments later, the shorts had risen up as the tore so that they were now close to the edge of Jaz's rear. Essentially, getting past the shorts meant getting past Jaz's lower body and reaching her waist.
On the outside, Whitney made considerable progress in the short time Robert was distracted, already having climbed Jaz's short's remains and worked her way down. In moments she reached bare skin again and began to continue along up Jaz's waist. The feeling of someone down there gave Jaz a sudden excited shiver. She may not have been racing but the giantess was enjoying this more than anyone.
Unexpectedly, that small shiver made a huge problem for Robert. As when Jaz's lower body shivered, it carried a bit of extra force, and the young man felt himself bounce up a few feet. That was nothing special, but when he landed…his foot slipped on the smooth surface of Jaz's rear and he found himself slipping towards the middle, deeper into Jaz's butt. Moments later his descent stopped as it grew pitch black, where it was most humid. Thankfully the young man managed to avoid a close encounter with the butt-hole. Jaz's well-toned rear provided it so he was literally clenched tightly between the two cheeks, far below sat the pit where Jaz did her business, far out of sight. Robert essentially slid down a mile and was now stuck between both cheeks, unable to properly move; meanwhile Whitney was gaining and increasingly large lead. However, he couldn't lie, he was extremely turned on to be where he was.
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The race went on for roughly six hours. Jaz found herself getting sleepy and, knowing they couldn't possibly finish in time, decided for a small nap. During that time Whitney did phenomenal, making good progress with necessary brakes, and finishing right around Jaz's navel area, on the back of course. Poor Robert…after struggling for the better part of five hours in what quickly became a sauna, it eventually became so hot that he was sweaty enough to slide himself free. Climbing back up took the rest of the time. So by the time Jaz awoke, Robert was still where he started, Jaz's butt.
With a yawn the giantess awoke and retrieved her friends, "Wow, you did great Whitney!" Her eye shifted to her male friend, "Robert, you just fail."
"I fell!"
"Uh-huh, likely story perv."
Jaz quickly moved on, "Well, I guess it's pretty obvious who won anyway! Way to Whitney! You'll be right up here with me…" Her eye shifted to the loser, "Have fun with the dirt down there Robert." She smirked mischievously.
"F E L L !!!"
"Don't wanna hear it." The giantess rolled her eyes.
The sun still shined up in the sky, although it wouldn't for much longer. There was still enough time to do something before going to bed, and Jaz had just the thing…
Unaware of this, Jaz saw her friends were still there and casually began to head back to her island, humming a soft tune that gave the impression she was all better. As the landmass came into view though, the giantess felt more guilt rising again. Just from where she saw and cried, there sat a huge crater that fit her rounded butt perfectly, as well as demolished about a tenth of the remaining mountains left. Jaz noticed her clothes were gone, her memory of the last time she grew came to mind. The exact same thing happened, Jaz outgrew her clothes; and while out one day, she came back to them gone. The next day, brand new ones, that fit accordingly. She never quite knew what happened or how it was done, but she didn't exactly care either. She hoped today would do that too.
With the landmass less than a footstep away Jaz reached for her friends, "Hop on." They did as told as sat on her fingernail. With nothing left to worry about, Jaz carefully laid herself flat on her stomach so that her face was right beside the mountains on the opposite edge. Her boobs crushed some mountains and her legs may have been mostly submerged in water, but it worked. The giantess carefully lowered her friends onto the highest mountain, a structure that barely reached Jaz's lower lip, and smirked at her friends again. "Like it?" Each vowel she made caused a mild gust of wind from her breath to the two people; it took them a minute to respond.
"I like it." Robert smiled; Whitney gave a nod to show she agreed.
Jaz shrugged, "It's alright. Now, what do you guys want to do?" In the distance her feet could be seen kicking against the air in eagerness.
No one really responded, after all, what could you do with a girl 200-miles tall? It seemed Jaz would have to come up with the idea herself; it was one she often thought of her laughs. "Why don't you guys have a race?"
"Where?" Whitney asked.
The giantess gestured over her shoulder, "On me! I think it might be kinda cool."
"Might take a while…" The small man mumbled.
Jaz shrugged again, "It'll kill time. Plus I can use it decide where you guys are sleeping tonight."
"Sleeping?"
"Yeah, you're staying the night right?"
Whitney and Robert exchanged another look, both certain of it now Jaz desperately wanted company. They both nodded to the black girl's question.
"Great! You guys can race and whoever gets farthest gets the prize!" Jaz lowered her fingernail again to get the two. Again they got on. Moments later they were placed at the peak of one of the world's largest mountains, Jaz's butt. Neither of her smaller friends could suppress their feelings regarding the location. "You guys can start whenever you want."
"What happens to who wins?" Robert called out.
Jaz looked over her shoulder with a devilish smirk, "The winner gets to sleep in my boobs tonight. The loser sleeps under my toe nail." She came up with the losing penalty right off the spot. It seemed to do the trick, as a moment later her friends began the race. It felt funny for two people to be running on her butt, to Jaz it felt like two small ticklish sensations were very slowly creeping up towards her torso.
To her friends, it was unreal. Jaz's butt itself was roughly ten-miles high, forming down into a slope a good five-miles long. Neither Whitney nor Robert could run at full speed without risking tripping or something. As it was now, Whitney was winning by a slim margin. Neither of them could believe they'd just gotten into a race like this, the winner sleeping in Jaz's bosom. Normally they'd probably be a bit chiller about it, but the penalty didn’t seem appealing, and both knew Jaz would do it. Sleeping underneath the toenail of a 200-mile high giantess didn't seem too appealing. Racing on top of a girl came with complications though. Her regular breathing made it hard to find any sort of good footing for long. The occasional giggle or two shook the very ground they ran on. And of course there was the issue of clothing, as Jaz's stretched-shorts were coming closer and closer and stood in their path. It was barely a couple hundred feet high, and mildly wrinkled and slightly holey, Whitney wasted no time in approaching it and beginning to climb.
Robert, had a more "smart" idea, he decided just running under and going straight through would be best, bad call. Getting underneath the small bit of clothing was no problem at all, it was underneath that was the problem. It was very dark, with little light shining in through the small rips and tears. The air was humid, the warmth of Jaz's body held back by the thin layer of jean-shorts. Then there was something Robert's more perverted side noticed. In his current location…he was essentially invisible from sight, and was right on top of the butt of his childhood crush. He couldn't resist but stop for a moment to plant his hand of the well-toned cocoa brown surface and feel arousal build up inside. He began heading for the exiting side moments later, the shorts had risen up as the tore so that they were now close to the edge of Jaz's rear. Essentially, getting past the shorts meant getting past Jaz's lower body and reaching her waist.
On the outside, Whitney made considerable progress in the short time Robert was distracted, already having climbed Jaz's short's remains and worked her way down. In moments she reached bare skin again and began to continue along up Jaz's waist. The feeling of someone down there gave Jaz a sudden excited shiver. She may not have been racing but the giantess was enjoying this more than anyone.
Unexpectedly, that small shiver made a huge problem for Robert. As when Jaz's lower body shivered, it carried a bit of extra force, and the young man felt himself bounce up a few feet. That was nothing special, but when he landed…his foot slipped on the smooth surface of Jaz's rear and he found himself slipping towards the middle, deeper into Jaz's butt. Moments later his descent stopped as it grew pitch black, where it was most humid. Thankfully the young man managed to avoid a close encounter with the butt-hole. Jaz's well-toned rear provided it so he was literally clenched tightly between the two cheeks, far below sat the pit where Jaz did her business, far out of sight. Robert essentially slid down a mile and was now stuck between both cheeks, unable to properly move; meanwhile Whitney was gaining and increasingly large lead. However, he couldn't lie, he was extremely turned on to be where he was.
-----
The race went on for roughly six hours. Jaz found herself getting sleepy and, knowing they couldn't possibly finish in time, decided for a small nap. During that time Whitney did phenomenal, making good progress with necessary brakes, and finishing right around Jaz's navel area, on the back of course. Poor Robert…after struggling for the better part of five hours in what quickly became a sauna, it eventually became so hot that he was sweaty enough to slide himself free. Climbing back up took the rest of the time. So by the time Jaz awoke, Robert was still where he started, Jaz's butt.
With a yawn the giantess awoke and retrieved her friends, "Wow, you did great Whitney!" Her eye shifted to her male friend, "Robert, you just fail."
"I fell!"
"Uh-huh, likely story perv."
Jaz quickly moved on, "Well, I guess it's pretty obvious who won anyway! Way to Whitney! You'll be right up here with me…" Her eye shifted to the loser, "Have fun with the dirt down there Robert." She smirked mischievously.
"F E L L !!!"
"Don't wanna hear it." The giantess rolled her eyes.
The sun still shined up in the sky, although it wouldn't for much longer. There was still enough time to do something before going to bed, and Jaz had just the thing…
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