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Giantess Therapist 1: A Reality Warping Erotic Story
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 13:43:28 +0000 UTCYou’ve been dreaming of giant women, haven’t you?
Joshua has a problem: His imagination works a little too well—and he’s got it bad for tall, powerful ladies. Wanting to feel less weird, he visits Clara, a hypnotherapist. But Clara is all about accepting yourself and your quirks—and under her spell, he soon sees his seductive therapist (and the cute girl-next-door) grow bigger, stronger, and curvier before his very eyes.
Can Clara’s hypnosis really make her outgrow her office? Will Joshua learn to control his chains of thought before Clara makes herself a goddess in his mind? And when his strange dreamscape powers spill out into the real world (and gets him a date with a burgeoning giantess in the process), does he really want it to stop?
This 6.900 word story contains: F/m, Reality Warping, Size Difference, Giantess Growth (Mini to Giga), Expansion (BE/AE), Transformation (Succubus/Angelic). Ascension.
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Teaser
Joshua blinked.
Nothing had changed. The sun still shone through the shutters, motes of dust dancing in its beams. The grandfather clock in the corner continued counting the seconds to infinity. And Clara let the pendulum drop into the palm of her hand before settling back into her seat with an enigmatic smile on her face.
“I don't feel any different,” he said finally.
“That’s because you haven't allowed yourself to believe that it works,” Clara said, matter-of-factly. “And so, it doesn’t. Our thoughts rule our perceptions, Josh. It’s comforting to think that we perceive the world around us objectively, perfect and unbiased, but your universe is very much shaped by your own beliefs. Hypnosis is especially sensitive to it.”
Clara’s explanation failed to remove the wrinkles from Joshua’s forehead. “I… see? I’m not trying to be difficult. Could you guide me a little more, perhaps?”
“With pleasure. And don’t worry about it too much; everybody’s first time is a little awkward.” She gave him a dazzling smile and took his hand. “Here,” she said, giving him the pendant, “this is for you. As long as you hold this in your hand, you are in control of our session. This is your safe space, and you can tell me as much or as little as you desire.”
Joshua examined it. It was a delicate globe on a long silver chain, still warm from her touch. And despite himself, he did feel better when she closed his fingers around it. He felt a sense of tranquility, as if the entire world stopped what it was doing and took a deep breath. He exhaled, and the world exhaled with him, the tension leaving his shoulders…
“Just remember,” Clara said, calling him back to the present, “that when you have power, you can also lose it.”
“Uh. Sure, yeah. But this is my safe space, right?”
“Completely. Anything goes.” Clara sat back in her chair, crossing one well-shaped leg over the other. “Now, let’s discuss this fascination of yours. Tell me about these towering women that haunt your fantasies. What makes them so alluring?”
Josh lowered his gaze again, but only for a moment. “Their power, I suppose. There’s that quote: ‘Everything in life is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.’ And you can’t get a purer expression of power than sheer size; at 50 feet tall, even the shyest maiden is stronger than any man who’d want to conquer her.”
“But she could conquer him,” Clara suggested.
“Yes. And that makes it even hotter. The lover of a giantess has to give up any pretense of physical control.”
“I see. Well, that isn’t so far-fetched, after all. Granted, you don’t see very many 50-foot women in the dating scene, but BDSM is alive and well. Plenty of people like gaining or losing control, dominating or submitting. You’re in safe waters on that front.”
“Yeah, but they don’t need to pretend that their partner is outgrowing the room to get off.” Joshua said and made a face.
“Let’s explore that,” Clara said. “Who do you like to think of as giantesses? Dates, celebrities, people you see on the street?”
“Any of the above, I guess. It’s not that specific. No different than fantasizing about anyone you find attractive.”
“Great,” Clara said, making a note on her little scratchpad. “You’re sounding more normal by the moment, Josh. Your salvation at hand.” Then she looked up at him with a mischievous expression. “Would I qualify?”
“For what?”
“Your giantess fantasies, of course. I don’t mean to presume, but I’d like to think that you find me at least passingly attractive.”
Joshua experienced a brief short-circuiting of his brain. Even the pendant in his hand didn’t really help. “I…” he started and failed to proceed. “I mean…”
“Let me help you out here,” Clara continued. “Would you fantasize about me getting bigger? My clothes tightening, my height growing, little by little, until I’m a huge, powerful goddess? Would that do it for you?”
“Well. Yes. Yes! That’s why I’m here, that’s the point. Fixing the way my brain works.” Joshua clenched the silver pendant. Its aura of wellbeing and of feeling centered was fast slipping away. “What kind of therapy is this?”
“Size therapy. Exactly what you need.” The veneer of clinical professionalism was a thing of the past. Clara was having fun now, and she didn’t care to hide it. “Allow me to demonstrate. Here,” she said, and openly hefted her breasts in a shocking breach of decorum. “Have a look at my boobs. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking glances. Now’s your chance to really stare.”
Joshua did, though mostly out of a rising sense of panic. What were you supposed to do when your therapist started hitting on you with all the subtlety of a caveman’s club? The disclaimers hadn’t mentioned any of this! Nor had they mentioned what kind of sexpot Clara would be. Joshua had done his best to be tactful, but now, literally commanded to admire her body, he had no recourse but to obey. And she was breathtaking. Her eyes were bottomless, her lips sultry, and her tight, curvy figure was enough for a man to drown in. Her skirt clung tightly to her hips, framing a thick, round ass that only made Joshua spiral further, and the top which she so pointedly drew his attention to openly struggled to contain her chest. He could’ve sworn she wasn’t such a succubus when he had first arrived…
“Good boy,” she said. “Now I want you to flex that overactive brain of yours and imagine how I’d look if my breasts grew big enough to fill my hands.” She moved her palms a few inches off her chest and gave him a pointed, expectant look.
“What? Why?”
“You can close your eyes if you like.”
“But…” Joshua’s eyes flickered up and down, from her burgeoning cleavage to her face and back again as confusion, arousal, and indignant shock filled that empty vessel that the start of the session had made him from within. And then he blinked, wide-eyed with dawning wonder…
To see that they did.
Clara gave her suddenly huge tits a self-satisfied squeeze. “See? Imagination isn’t all bad, is it?”
“How did you do that?”
“I didn’t. You did. You have the power, remember?” She leaned forward, the smugness of her grin almost unbearable.
“To grow boobs just by looking at them? Don’t be ridiculous,” Joshua said forcefully. This was clearly a step beyond therapy. This was witchcraft!
“No,” Clara said, plucking the thought straight from his head. “This is hypnotherapy. And I’m here to help you unlock the power of your mind. If you really want to stop being turned on by huge, growing women, then you simply must stop thinking about them.”
“How am I supposed to do that when I’ve got one right in front of me?” Joshua countered, touching his temples. “Even if it’s only my imagination.”
“Oh, I’m not a huge, growing woman. Yet,” she said, winking. “But we can do something about that, can’t we?”
“Oh,” Joshua said, his belly filling with dread. “Oh no.”
“Au contraire, Mr Rosen. Oh yes.”
“This is a hallucination, a waking dream,” Joshua protested. So why did it feel so real? Already, he could already see Clara starting to grow, right in front of him; her hips subtly widening in her seat, the neck of her top slowly pulling apart, and her smirking face rising upwards, inch by inch.
“Imagine me,” she said, her words a sultry whisper, “towering over you…”
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