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The Wolf and the Mousey Goddess [Part One]
🕑 Added 2019-08-25 17:08:09 +0000 UTC
Prologue
“UGHH!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO PUSHY???” The exclamation echoed throughout Ayita’s spacious apartment. The frustration and anger in her voice put many of her neighbours--possibly some neighbouring countries--on edge. “C’mon, Sean, it’s been a great month, hasn’t it? Out first night was amazing--so romantic, so passionate! Remember laughing at the human exhibit in the zoo? Weren’t they adorable?” Her thunderous exclamations turned to gentler, soothing pleas as she tried to appeal to her now-ex boyfriend.
“Look,” Sean began, trying to be diplomatic; “...you’re a great girl. A REALLY great one. And I’m sure you’re gonna make somebody with a reinforced armoured suit very happy one day...” Diplomacy (like common sense) was not Sean’s forte.
Ayita’s stormy tone returned “Oh, THAT’s real charming! Look, if you’re not man enough to handle little ol’ me, that’s your problem! Go find some teeny little petit girl. If I ever see you again, you’re gonna wind up as lunch--bye, Sean--sleep tight!!”
The phone came to a crashing halt on the ground as she hurled it. Reality set in as she realised the kind of threat she’d just made. She wouldn’t really hurt Sean like that, would she? Mice aren’t predatory by nature, even if larger than normal. No, it was simply meant to scare the wolf. He couldn’t possibly be scared of her.
We’d gotten on so well, she thought to herself. He was so handsome, so wonderful. All our time together... did it mean nothing to him in the end? Ugh... screw him. There are SO many guys out there, I’m sure they’re lining up just to get my number!
She settled down for the night in her insanely huge bed; all one-and-a-half feet of her, on a bed the size of a house. She was a measly one-and-a-half feet tall, though who knows when that might be subject to change. Perhaps a good night’s sleep would help. The phrase “tomorrow is a new dawn” floated around her head, bringing momentary comfort. Then it occurred to her that today had also been a new dawn. Today sucked, so why should tomorrow be any different? Ah well, she thought, Maybe I’ll find someone with a higher constitution next time. Maybe....
She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of new loves and new dawns.
The miracle of The Internet
It is a wonderful, if at times frustrating, thing. Within 3 days of Ayita updating her Facebook status to “single” and searching on her Tinder profile, dozens of people made themselves available to her. She would skip over those which had such scintillating openers such as “I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?” Or the equally intellectually minded “I’m learning about important dates, want to be one of them?” or the pure poetry found in the words “Hey baby, great tits, let’s fuck.”
All seemed hopeless, except when she came across one post in particular. Ian was the name. Not a particularly remarkable name, but there was something about his picture which intrigued her. He was a wolf to be sure, but for some reason his predatory nature was rather more subdued than the wild beasts she’d seen before. She’d met wolves in bars; hedonic didn’t begin to describe them. Even in photographs, that nature was inescapable. This one, however, was different. Just as confident and proud-looking as the others, the wild, untamed mane of fur remained. There was, however, something... indescribable about him. This, and the lack of unintelligent advances, warranted a chance at least.
Five days passed. Ayita couldn’t get his image out of her head. Even in her office at work, dealing with the joys of talking with the public on the phone, she found herself inescapably drawn to the wolf she saw. The evening she met him couldn’t come soon enough for her.
Finally, the day arrived. Ian had arranged the date himself. Stradivari’s, a charming Italian restaurant on the east side of New York, would be the venue. No sooner had she arrived in her stunning, sequined purple dress, shimmering in the restaurant’s lights, that she was guided to a table. It was well-placed; she could see the door, but wasn’t too close so the draft would bother them. It was close to the bar, but not so much that the pungent smells and potential obnoxious drunks would interrupt. It had been well chosen.
After a few minutes, through the door walked the tall, handsome wolf. The wild and scruffy fur she saw in his picture had clearly been freshly groomed and restrained. He’d made an effort. It must have significant one, given the state most wolves perpetually shared. She appreciated that. He saw her, his shining blue eyes glistening. She felt suddenly on the back foot. This was a rarity for her. He approached with confidence, striding in with a confidence which made it clear to all, he owned the room. His voice was a wave of charisma as he spoke in a gruff baritone; “I take it you are the mesmerising lady to whom I seek?” The accent was noticeable immediately. He was British. He enunciated each word in Queen’s English, leaning just long enough on the word “mesmerising” to make Ayita’s heart flutter (among other things).
“Wow... I, uh... you--I--it’s.... wow....” she sighed out. Her head was swimming. She knew he was handsome, but the way he looked at her, as though he could see her soul through her eyes, caught her off-guard.
“I take it that is a yes dear lady?”
“YES! HI! Umm, yeah, sorry... I think my head got stuck a little.” She managed. Finally her mind settles back into the present moment. The following conversations slowly became smoother from there.
Witty as she thought he was from his tinder profile. The evening dinner was magnificent too; they laughed and enjoyed their wonderful Italian food. When dinner was done and she invited him over for a night of passion to finish the night on a high.... well, let's just say he was in for a huge surprise.
Her bedroom was gigantic, for one. He jokingly asked if she was sharing her apartment with a T-Rex, which she laughed and denied. He stared at the gargantuan bed for a long while, trying to ponder what possible use a bed that size could be to a mouse. Granted, she was taller than any mouse he'd seen before--a whole two-and-a-half feet tall. Still, this was a bed that even an elephant would scoff at for being over-the-top.
Then he turned around...
Before him now was no longer a cute mouse-girl who came up to his knees. Looming above him, casting a shadow which seemed to swallow him whole, was an implausibly huge figure of a woman. Her size was so imposing, such a shock to the system, that it took Ian more than a minute to get his bearings straight and recognise her; “A-Ayita??”
“Mmm... Yes, dear?” came the loud, rumbling tone of his now giant date. He pondered for a moment if he should have thought ‘giantess’ date, then his mind suddenly got jerked back into the situation at hand. He stared up at her. It was difficult for him to see her face past the now-colossal breasts which hung above him.
“You’re huge!” he exclaimed. He pondered this rather redundant statement for a moment. Clearly, his brain had not fully engaged yet. As an architect, Ian had an excellent eye for scale. At a guess, he would gage her current height at twenty-five feet. Her rear was blocking the sole exit. He’d literally have to go through her to get to it if things got tense. At that thought, he couldn’t help but consider that she could easily have him as a meal now.
“You don’t say” said Ayita with a giggle. She moved her slender, yet massive, hand down and began stroking Ian’s cheek. “Don’t worry, little wolfie--I won’t hurt you. I’m still the sweet little mouse you met earlier this evening! Just a little...”
“Enormous?” he interrupted.
At one time, Ayita would be taken aback, possibly offended, by his sudden remark. However, experience had told her that often, guys needed a little time to process this kind of revelation. “Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to reveal on the best date? I mean, I knew this was gonna crop up sooner or later. Usually I can control it, stop myself from going overly big. It just happens when I get really excited--but, I really can’t stop myself when I’m horny!”
“So, uhh...” there was a pause as the cute wolf pondered his next words. “...do you get any bigger?” His tone surprised Ayita. It didn’t have the customary fear or intimidation. It was an expectant tone. It felt as though he wanted her to say yes.
“Well... yeah, I do. It only happens when I get super-horny, but I max out at about seventy-five feet. That’s why the bed’s eighty feet long.”
“I’d wondered about that,” he replied with amusement “I’ve designed giant beds for all kinds of folk. Giraffes, elephants, even a couple of really huge dinosaurs. I’ve never had to make one that big before. So, uhh... is it comfy enough?”
He began to pat the bed, feeling around to test how soft it was. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were testing it for yourself.” Ayita stated with hopefulness.
“Oh, I definitely am!” he excitedly replied. “This is one of--no, wait, that’s wrong. This is THE most exciting day of my life!!” She gasped hard. Ian could feel the sudden rush of oxygen leaving his surroundings as her lungs absorbed so much of it. “I’d best open a window, in case you have any more gasps.” he jokingly said, striding confidently to a rear wall to do just that.
“Y-you don’t mind this? I mean, me being a big, giant monster-mouse?”
“Mind?!” Ian called out; “This is amazing! Here I am, on a date with a funny, smart, gorgeous mouse who talks about stuff like Game of Thrones’ terrible ending, and what the next Star Wars movie’s gonna be about, and now not only is she all of that, but she’s a giantess too?? How could this possibly get better?!”
Now Ayita’s head was swimming. She’d never come across this before. Sure, some boyfriends accepted her size-changing eventually, but to be OK with it--no, to be ELATED about it--right from the start? She never dared dream that was possible. She’d stumbled on one of a kind here, it’s like he’d been waiting for her all his life... and she’d been waiting for him.
“So... you like the feel of the bed, huh?” she playfully asked.
“I think it looks to be the comfiest bed in the world.” He responded with a devious twitch of the eyebrow. “Wanna test how sturdy it is? After all, I’m pretty heavy at this size. I might need an architect to check it out.” Ayita was growing again. By Ian’s estimation, she’d reached at least thirty-five feet by now, and there was an odd warmth filling the room, clearly emanating from her radiant body.
Ian had once felt quite tall; even for a wolf of his proud lineage, a stature of seven feet, eight inches was quite extreme. Standing before the now-enlarged Ayita, though, he felt like a small mouse facing a tiger. Her hand reached out again, quicker this time, scooping up Ian like an action figure. She rose to her foot-paws and approached the bed, carrying her new love. She absent-mindedly dropped to the bed, causing a small quake which could be felt across her floor. It went unnoticed by her, growing in excitement and height as she removed her top and began reaching for her bra.
“Woah, careful now!” The voice came from behind her as her fingers fumbled. In her excitement. The realisation struck; she almost forgot Ian was in her hand as she stripped.
“Oop--sorry!!” She gently set him beside her on the bed.
“It’s alright.” He declared, rubbing his ribs where she’d squeezed slightly too hard; “No harm done.” At this early near-miss, Ian began to reconsider his plans. His concern evaporated as he looked at the magnificent sight looming above him. Her breasts had been unleashed. He couldn’t tear his eyes from them, they were perfectly shaped! On a normal sized woman, they would be large. On the titanic mouse he accompanied, they were colossal. He pictured himself getting lost within them one day... but that would have to wait.
At the alluring sight of his date smiling down at him, biting her lip as she finally slowed down, unbuckling her belt and carefully unzipping her pants, he began undoing his shirt buttons. Beneath, he revealed tightly maintained washboard abs and perfectly proportioned pecs. His arms were tree trunks, powerful, yet svelte. He grinned at her as he, in turn, unzipped his suit trousers. The rest of him was as exquisite as his upper body. He stood there, erect in more ways than one. His tail twitched.
Ayita taunted Ian, very gently. She gently gripped the rim of her pants, deliberately, inexorably, they lowered. She turned slightly, so she could see her rear. It hovered above him as she bent over, the tight fabric drifting over her rump. He could see her fur ruffle as the trousers brushed down, freeing her beautiful behind from its entrapment. Clearly she was enjoying its release almost as much as Ian was. She turned again. He could see that the front of her pants were still well above groin level. She lowered it, too, even more slowly than behind. She stopped just shy of her sex. “Are you ready for this, little man?”
“Longer than you could know.” he responded, his elation still reigned back.
Finally, she dropped the pants.
Kneeling before him was a towering, overwhelmingly beautiful goddess. Standing before her was a tiny, perfectly shaped Adonis.
They looked in awe of one another. They’d seemingly been waiting their entire lives for one-another. Now they were face-to-face... or rather, face to groin in the case of Ian. Her stature left Ayita’s face obscured. Not that he minded the view.
It was finally time to begin.
