@tiny-ivy
Chapter 7
Monday, June 23, 2025
Afternoon
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After Adam tended to his wounds from the pine trees smacking into his shins while he was growing, and washed the two hours of panic sweat off in the shower, he wanted to continue the kissing – but as soon as he crawled into the bed with his equally horny guest, he weakly apologized, and started loudly snoring. Jessi understood, since even normal panic attacks could sap a person for the rest of the day. She had other ways to occupy herself.
She put one of his oversized t-shirts on herself as a makeshift nightgown, and went to the book shelf in the living room. After looking through his titles idly, she noticed a coffee table book she hadn’t given a second thought to before: “Weird NJ”. Remembering him mentioning New Jersey as where he grew up, she browsed through it, seeing if there was any reason that this skeptical science expert would keep a book of paranormal stories on his shelf.
The book was published in 2008. There were entries on the Jersey Devil, Jersey City ghosts, Trenton banshees, and Princeton UFO’s. Then, she got to an entry titled simply, “The Jersey Shore Giant.”
“OCEAN CITY, NJ – In July 2006, a group of college students holding a midnight bonfire on the beach had their party crashed by a creature that most people believed to only exist in fairy tales: a real-life giant, big enough to give Paul Bunyan a run for his money! The 12-story tall, totally nude monster narrowly avoided stepping on the group’s partygoers, before it retreated into the ocean, never to be seen again. The students claim that federal investigators swarmed the beach and talked to witnesses for the next week, seeking more evidence than the single blurry flip phone image that exists, reproduced on the left. An artist’s rendition from eyewitness accounts, to the right. The creature’s huge footprints in the sand, each one sixteen feet long and almost five feet wide, were cast in plaster for evidence, and one is now on display at the Ocean City Museum, which is free to visit. The question on everyone’s mind: hoax? Drunken mass hallucination? Or is there really a semi-aquatic giant in the world that’s only visited humans one time?”
The camera phone photo had been printed to take up the entire left page of the book’s two-page spread. It looked like it was taken by a potato, but when Jessi squinted, she could see a huge pair of pale legs mid-stride, a giant butt, and a torso, lit up by the dim ambient light up until the base of the spine, where it blended into the darkness of the night sky around it.
The artist’s illustration of the front of the creature was a little dramatic about the size of Adam’s flaccid cock and of his muscles, and cruel about his face, making him look like a shaved bigfoot, complete with a snarling expression that Jessi didn’t think Adam was physically capable of. Wondering if Adam was one of several part-time giants, she looked closer at the phone photo, and noticed a clover-shaped birthmark on the back of his right calf. She went to the bedroom and saw the same birthmark in the same place on Adam’s leg.
Her coming back into the bedroom woke him up. He turned over, and invited her back into bed, and started kissing again. Jessi started exploring his body in a more relaxed way than the first time.
Remembering how he had reacted to his ear being touched when she was the size of them, she nibbled the edges of his lobes, eliciting a thrilled gasp, and, once again, goosebumps covered his arms and neck. Even though he had just thoroughly showered, she noticed that she could still clearly smell him, and she put together, that this was because she had not showered since she had been failing at staying professional on top of his cliff-like body.
His huge body’s scent had apparently covered her exposed skin, but the surface of him seemed dry enough at the time for her to not notice it until now. She managed to hide the movement of sniffing her own arms for his scent while she kissed his neck, and the direct whiff of the high-intensity musk caused her to moan in sensual pleasure, before she copied one of his moves, and kissed him all the way down his twitching belly until she came to his rock-hard cock.
After seeing the reactions she could elicit even when she was smaller than his hand, now that his body was at a size she could handle, she needed to see it squirm. She didn’t even need to cum herself right now, she just wanted to see, hear, feel, and taste his reactions.
She took his cock into her mouth, and sucked the tip of it. She asked him to provide frank direction as she went, since everyone liked their oral differently, and he had her focus mostly on the mushroom tip, which she massaged, then licked, and then sucked on, with varying degrees of strength, until he was moaning in agony. His hips started bucking between the bed and her mouth, his eyes were closed, and then, as his fingers squeezed the bed sheets, all of his muscles from his abs to his thighs tensed, and he let out a moan that rose to a surprisingly high pitch, until his body was merciful enough to release the pressure directly into Jessi’s waiting mouth. She swallowed his cum like it was a delight, and then climbed up onto the bed and watched him as she touched herself lazily, vicariously enjoying his post-orgasm spasms, thrilled to see the aftermath of playing him like an instrument.
“Holy shit, Jessi,” he said. He laid there, legs like jelly, overwhelmed with the best oral sex he had received in his life.
Jessi just laid next to him, her arm on his chest, and nestled her nose in his still-shower-damp hair.
“I wasn’t expecting that, I was going to-“
“Payback can wait,” she responded. “I just wanted to see you have a good moment before the end of the day. You looked really stressed-out earlier,” she said.
Adam stood up from the bed, and put on his pants. He cupped Jessi’s face in his right hand, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Who are you. But you can’t be this good to me, I don’t deserve it. I’m really going to have to make it up to you.”
With that, they continued their day. After Adam saw the “Weird NJ” book open to the blurry portrait of his own rear end, while he cooked lunch for the two of them, he launched into a full explanation of everything he had been keeping back. The cat was already out of the bag, so he might as well buy it a scratching post and throw it a treat. Jessi was desperately curious about it all, so the conversation ended up lasting all day.
The only growth incidents that caused property damage or came close to hurting people were in 2006 and 2010. After the 2006 event, he had confessed to his family that he had grown. He trusted them with his life that they would never tell anyone about his secret, and they had successfully kept it in the family since then. They said nothing about the giant footprints when they repaired the damage he had done to their second home, and they trusted that if he ever grew again, he was smart enough to avoid hurting people the second time around.
After 2006, however, Adam had given up on the technology that he believed caused this whole problem, the Alternate Reality Beam, and had shifted his focus to finding proof of string theory, working with particle accelerators. He would work with more stable beams that someone else engineered. He enrolled in MIT’s physics PhD program, and he soon met Aparna.
After the 2010 event, however, he completed his PhD thesis as quickly as he could at MIT, preparing to move to Europe to work at CERN, across an ocean from Aparna, whose continued presence at MIT made him feel paranoid, and awful.
Her horrified question when she had been the size of his finger had truly been the last time Aparna and him directly spoke. They sometimes communicated through their mutual friends, who facilitated the return of his car after Adam made it back to Boston. The story she gave was that a “gas line explosion” had “spooked her” and ended their vacation early. She said it “wasn’t his fault at all”.
But Aparna still couldn’t hide her terror in his presence. Every time he saw her normally-lively face freeze from his incidental eye contact, his heart broke all over again, so he stopped associating with their friend group, and avoided her at the university as much as he could.
She told their friends that the “gas explosion” had given her PTSD, so she couldn’t associate with Adam anymore, even though, she did insist on repeating to their friends, that he had done nothing bad to her. Her friends were still suspicious of this explanation, assuming that Adam had done something more sinister. Between the inability to explain himself, and the scab of his heart that never had a chance to heal into a scar, his dating and social life for the rest of his time at MIT was a scattered mess.
A few months after the cabin incident, not wanting to directly intimidate Aparna by asking who she told what, Adam instead hired two private investigators whom didn’t know about each other: one to report on anyone else investigating the Jersey Shore Giant, and one to report on anyone else investigating Adam Macy.
By continually cross referencing everything that these two investigators found, he could track how much he had to worry about being turned into a scientific curiosity, or euthanized for public safety.
According to these sources, the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security had both thoroughly investigated the 2006 Jersey Shore Giant incident. They had done just what the Weird NJ book said, spoke to witnesses, but they had also gotten DNA off of the large smear of blood on the umbrella that had pierced his foot, and had searched for more evidence with SCUBA teams near The Giant’s last seen location. The case went dormant for a while, as no further giant man incidents were reported.
According to Adam’s sources, at some point in 2012, Aparna drunkenly mentioned that her boyfriend could transform into a giant, to a man who was harassing her at a bar. She had hoped that the sheer insanity of the story, and the insulting comparison she had made between the height of the annoying man to the dimensions of a piece of her giant’s boyfriend’s anatomy, would scare him away, but unfortunately for Adam, the stranger was a high ranking FBI officer, and had heard of the theory on the Jersey Shore Giant case that the Giant hadn’t disappeared after the incident, but had instead shrunk down to normal human size, and blended in with ordinary people. The same giant starting as a normal-sized man, who might have dated this woman, lined up with this theory.
Aparna wouldn’t speak to the man any further that night, but the FBI agent had the bartender report the name on her credit card to him after flashing his badge. Even though she refused to speak to the same agent the next day when he showed up to her place in his intimidating black suit, knowing Aparna’s name was enough for the FBI to romantically connect her to Adam Macy, a man whose family also owned a vacation property that, when triangulated on a map, could have been the starting point of the Jersey Shore Giant’s foot steps.
When the FBI visited him, his parents, and his sister shortly after, they all refused to speak, insisting that their highly-paid family lawyers speak for them. The lawyers did keep the FBI at bay.
This was when Adam’s father came up with the idea of him moving to another country, to escape the scrutiny from federal agencies. Afraid of another growth incident if he lived near people again, Adam’s idea was to buy an island in a remote part of Canada, still close enough for his family to visit, especially if his father used his yacht. And so, they did exactly this, and Adam had been living in the island house full-time since its plumbing, electric, and heating were installed, in 2014. In order to give himself some sort of a goal, he decided to see if he could engineer a way to live entirely off of just his own labor and land this far north, something that sustainability experts claimed was impossible.
After his island retreat was built, though, his family hadn’t visited once. Their excuse was that they were “trying to reduce the heat on the FBI case.” But Adam suspected that they were just afraid of being on the same island with him. They had all seen the hole in the ceiling and the destroyed back deck on their private vacation home in New Jersey.
Only his dad had seen the devastation that Adam’s explosive growth caused to the rented cabin in Massachusetts firsthand. There was no house left. It had been reduced to nothing but a foundation and a spray of splinters and glass. After he had witnessed the damage his son could do, just by accident, Adam’s dad had never looked at him in quite the same way.
Realizing that he realistically might never see his family again was what caused the only other panic-growth that Adam had had on the island, in 2021, when everyone else he saw on social media had been reuniting with their family after the initial COVID lockdowns. That was when he had made the first few dents in the pine forest. He had otherwise been mostly under control, especially thanks to the self-help books he had been reading about anxiety attacks and emotional regulation.
But, clearly, mostly under control wasn’t good enough. This problem isolated him, and kept him from doing the science that he had wanted to do since he was a kid. It made him a permanent target of federal agencies. He had to fully get a hold of this problem. After a day of hearing the details of how this uncontrolled growth had essentially destroyed his life, Jessi came up with an idea. She brought it up after dinner.
“Radio Jacques. Get some more basic supplies for me to stay longer. I’ll be ordering some more specific supplies as well, and I’ll be staying for at least a few more weeks, to help you permanently get this all under control.”
“Jessi, you’re a very kind person to offer that, but I barely know you. You have to get back to your life.”
“My new job in Boston doesn’t start until late August. I was planning on hiking next month, but I’ll just cancel that.”
“What about your boyfriend?” he finally asked. She had mentioned him in a negative tone yesterday, only after they had fucked, and he admitted, he had felt strange about her infidelity since then.
“I was already mulling over the idea of ending that while I was racing. We had been drifting apart for a few months before my race, since he told me he wanted me to stop going out there. He said it was ‘too dangerous for the future mom of his future kids’. Yecch. I guess your island’s rocks made that final decision for me. I’ll end it with him as soon as I have signal.”
Adam opened a super-secure browser window on his computer for her. She emailed her crappy boyfriend a dear John letter, so that the rest of her visit could go on guilt-free for her and her host. Afterwards, after Jessi finally showered, the two of them got back into bed.
“I’m racking up so much debt to you, Jessi. I don’t know how I could repay you, if you could really make me stop growing when I have panic attacks,” he said, as they cuddled in bed together in the darkness.
“I already have some ideas,” she said, smiling mischievously.
“I know, that too - it felt like I came into a thousand pieces,” he said.
“I wasn’t just thinking about you eating me out right now. I. Was wondering. About later.”
The woman who had guzzled his semen like it was manna from heaven a few hours ago was now blushing at the thought of some other act.
“If you got the growth under control. If we could fool around, like that?”
“Like – like fucking in the middle of a panic attack?”
“No, what if you could grow without the panic? What if you’re in control of your size? What if we could fuck when you’re ten stories tall, and happy?” Jessi said, with rising excitement.
Adam sat up in the bed, and looked at her like she was crazy. She sat up too, and met his gaze with her confident smirk.
“Oh, don’t pretend, Mr. Shy Giant. I saw your face light up yesterday morning when I told you I was a thrillseeker. It looked exactly like when you stumble on someone’s kink in the middle of a conversation,” she said.
Adam swallowed, and averted his gaze. He couldn’t get out of this.
He didn’t want to get out of this, either.
“And then today, when you were lowering me back into the water, you stopped yourself from doing something.”
He returned her gaze, and the memory of that moment stirred his lust again.
“I had this urge to kiss you. But I didn’t dare ask for your permission when I was that big."
He kissed her deeply now, finally able to return to his stopped train of thought from their time at the cliff.
“And yes, when you said you were a thrillseeker… I’ve fantasized about a woman who might accept me, even at that size, ever since 2010. In my solitude, I’ve even come up with some weird ideas about how we’d have fun together, if only the woman was brave enough.” he admitted. It was a relief to get this off his chest.
“Tell me all these weird ideas about fucking while you’re a giant, it’s really turning me on,” she said, and between makeout sessions, while touching each other passionately, the two of them brought up what they’d do if they had the chance, if only he could grow without being in an unsexy panic attack first. He then returned the favor of her mind-blowing oral sex, not stopping his sucking and licking until she was covered in sweat, and screaming loud enough for him to be glad to have no neighbors.
They fucked furiously again, before they fell asleep once more in each other’s arms, both dreaming the same dreams full of each other just the way they had been for that brief minute after his panic had left, but before the size had worn off.
