“You wanna come to my house after school?”

They had walked to her house together, side by side, after the school day was done. Doug felt as light as air, walking with one of the prettiest girls at his school. It didn't matter to him how much taller than he she was, or that her slender frame made the bulge between her legs all the more prominent. There was a nervous glance downward whenever she looked away, and once or twice he could have sworn that it had grown bigger as they talked. Once, when they had paused at a stop sign and waited for a few cars to pass before safely walking, Fiona let one of her large hands drop down to her package and grip it firmly, adjusting her thick size for comfort, before they went on their way.

"This is me! You wanna come in?"

Doug looked up at an impressive three story home with a large yard. Greenery trimmed the walkways with large trees providing shade with thick foliage. It was quite beautiful and Doug felt slightly inadequate with the smaller home the four members of his own family lived in.

"Wow, nice house," he looked up at Fiona, the tall girl smiling down at him with blushing cheeks as she nibbled her lower lip, "I'd love to."

The familiar sound of her large sandals slapping against the tender soles of her bare feet beat a steady rhythm as they walked up to her front door together. Fiona opened the large oak door with ease, her bare arms flexing into toned hardness through her slight frame, and she closed it after Doug followed her inside. The smaller boy followed suit as she took off her worn footwear and he took note of the other pairs of shoes discarded by the table near the door. A pair of heels, a worn pair of sneakers, a few more pairs of sandals and flip flops, all roughly the same size as Fiona's.

"Anyone else here?"

"They shouldn't be," she said down to him, "mom is at work and my sister should be at her doctor's appointment for a few hours."

"Sister?" Doug looked back at the shoes, curious how little she could be if any of those belonged to her.

"Yeah, she's 20." Fiona laughed a bit to herself. "If you think I'm tall, I'm sure she'll make you pass out. She's actually at the doctor's now for hormone therapy. Christy is just growing too much too fast. We were both kind of late bloomers, but when we started, we went fast."

He paled slightly, but **** a sheepish grin when she looked back at him.

"Right now, though," Fiona tucked her hands behind her and once again nibbled cutely on her lower lip as she swung back and forth on her large feet, "we have the place to ourselves."

Doug turned toward the giant girl next to him and smiled back up at her. He was about to say something when he realized he could hear the familiar sound of tight cotton trying in vain to stretch. Its limits were being reached, threads were popping apart one by one, and he couldn't help but look down and see the bulge over crotch jump as he panties began to tear. It pushed her dress forward with its bulk, throbbing with every beat of her heart, and he could the faint outline of it under the thin material.

"I've had a crush on you ever since I first saw you in Theater class at the start of the year."

She took a step closer, looming over him and Doug saw her small breasts jiggle lightly under her top. They were wrapped up in her small bra, her pale skin smooth under the light filtering through the windows, but what truly made him nervous was the look of desire on Fiona's face. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth open with her labored breathing as she struggled to contain her excitement. She licked her lips, making the boy feel like a piece of meat for her to devour, and she was taking another step closer.

"No one else has ever really made me feel normal, you know? I was hoping," there was another tear, Fiona's panties groaning in protest as they struggled to hold all of her in, "you would be my first."

Doug wasn't sure he was ready for this. He liked Fiona, liked her a lot, but this was going a bit too fast. She was new to this kind of stuff, maybe unable to hold herself back, really wanting to feel the joy of release, and she was so tall that she may just make him do what she wanted. But he was still a person, he had his own feelings, he knew he wanted to be with her, but what was the right thing to do?