The Giantess Next Door

"Oh look!" said Nick's mom. "A moving van. We've got new neighbors moving in next door."

"Yeah, the Bradleys were saying something about that," said Nick's dad. "They met the woman and her daughter when they dropped by here last week..."

Nick, lying on the couch and channel surfing on a boring Saturday, was only halfway listening to this exchange between his parents.

"Nick," said his dad, "did you hear the girl moving in next door is your age?"

"I suppose she'll be going to Jefferson High with Nick," said his mom. Nick's ears perked up. A girl? Was she hot?

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. She may be homeschooled. You know, the Bradleys said this girl is a giantess."

"Oh, I was wondering who'd bought that house, all those high ceilings, it must cost a fortune to heat..."

"And a giantess, you know, even though she's eighteen I imagine she's not full grown yet. A giantess, they can keep on growing on into their twenties..."

"Oh look, that must be the girl right there," said Nick's mom. "Oh my God, will you look at her?! Why, that girl must be ten feet tall!!"

At this, Nick launched up off the couch. He came over to the window and peered out at the girl, who was nearly as tall as the moving van. Nearly as tall as the van, and she dwarfed the men who were busy carrying furniture out of the van and into the house.

Nick gaped out the window. He had a dry cottonmouth. His heart was pounding. This girl was easily ten feet tall. And she was smoking hot...

Curves, slender waist, shapely legs, jaunty tits. Long wavy black hair, wide set dark eyes, broad pouty lips, sultry beautiful good looks. This girl was fashion model hot!

Ten feet tall, but super hot!

Nick was barely listening as his mother rattled on: "Why that poor girl, just think what a handicap it must be for her, being so tall! And a lot of folks don't like giantesses, you know. It's sad, but it's prejudice. They're so different, I think people are intimidated. Oh, I hope we can make these new neighbors feel welcome. Nick? I imagine that girl's never had many friends. I hope you'll be nice to her, I'm sure she could use a friend in a strange new neighborhood."

Nick was barely listening to his mom. He was staring, gawking, at this sexy giantess, this hot girl next door who stood a good ten feet tall.

Sunday morning, with the moving van gone, Nick ventured outside. He noticed a small truck parked at the curb; that must be the new neighbors' vehicle, the girl must have to sit in back. She could never fit in a regular car. In fact how could she fit inside most public buildings? Must be hard, being a giantess...

"Hi, you live 'round here? My name's Amber!" Nick started at the sound of her voice, then turned to see her striding across the lawn toward him. His heart kicked into a gallop, he fought against a spark of fear within.

"Uhh... uhhh.... Hi, my name's Nick. I live right next door." Nick tried not to gape as this girl advanced on him, dressed in blue jean shorts and a tee shirt, barefoot, smiling, extending her huge right hand.

She towered over him. Nick only came up to her midriff. Where does she buy her clothes?! Nick reached up and she shook hands with him. Her colossal smooth soft warm hand completely engulfed his hand in a strong firm friendly grip. An electric tingle shot through Nick. My entire hand is buried inside her huge palm! Her vaguely perfumey girl scent reached his nostrils. He felt dizzy.

They chatted a while, and slowly Nick regained control of himself. He only spun out once more, when he was rambling on and talking too long, and like a typical teengirl she reached out and pressed her palm over his mouth to shut him up.

She covered his mouth. And Nick nearly fainted. Amber's huge soft hand covered his mouth, his cheeks, even both his ears. Her gigantic hand was pressed firmly over half his face with unusual unyielding strength. And she laughed, a deep girlish alto giggle, as she kept her hand hardpressed over his mouth for four or five seconds.

Nick had to admit, it sort of turned him on.

After that Nick googled around to check out about giantesses. He'd never heard that much about them, couldn't remember ever seeing a giantess before. Hmmmm... Giantesses: The Neglected Minority. Only females, there were no male giants: a gene on the Y chromosome suppressed the trait in men. GTS Support Forum. Giantesses were rare, but they were out there, and they could keep on growing taller and taller on into adulthood, almost without limit...

Nick got in the habit of talking with Amber when he ran into her, hanging around with her. She was cool, and quite the looker: a lot of guys would've been attracted to her, if only she weren't ten feet tall! But Amber really had no friends. Not around here, anyway. Nick felt sorry for her. So, drawn by a mix of pity and horniness and lofty moral duty, he hung out with her more and more.

Covering his mouth, she pulled that trick a few more times when Nick talked too much, or he said something annoying, or she wanted to interrupt and take the floor. Eh, just one of those chicks (and Nick had known a few) who were especially prone to this girlish way of shutting people up.

Or so Nick thought, until that day when he dropped by next door. It was the first time he'd ever been inside Amber's house. The high ceilings... talk about open concept living! It was not a new house; in fact it was quite an old brick house, but at some point a previous owner had decided to open it up by tearing out most of the rooms upstairs. Nick entered through the kitchen in back, came up through the dining room, and into the living room off to one side. Ample room everywhere for Amber to stand up, even if she were almost twice her present height.

Amber sat down on a giantess-sized couch. She was bored, she wanted to watch a movie on the flatscreen TV. Well, Nick was bored too; but not bored enough to sit through the chick flick, he didn't even know its name, that was Amber's adamant choice. "Oh gee, not that!"

"Yeah, c'mon, have a seat..." Amber patted her huge smooth hand on the seat of the couch, a good three feet off the floor.

"Can't we watch something interesting?"

"Hey," snapped Amber, "that will be quite enough of that!" Suddenly she reached out -- Nick was well within her arm's reach, much to his surprise -- and she grabbed Nick by his forearm and pulled him right up onto her lap. Strong grip! Gigantic teengirl hand enclamping more than half his forearm! Amber pulled him up so he was sitting on her lap, facing front toward the TV with his back to her.

"Hey, knock it off! Let me--mmmmmmmpphhh! Mmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmm mmmm ggghhhmmm! MMMMM MMMMM GGGHHHHHMMM!" Angry, Nick was trying to tell Amber to let him go! But he couldn't, because Amber had both her huge hands clamped tight over his mouth. This giantess had both her colossal smooth soft warm beautiful steely-strong hands clamped TIGHT like a vise over his mouth and nose and much of his face. "Mmmmmmmmh, wwwmmmm mmmmmmh! Hhhhmmmmm! MMMMMMMHH!!" She had her hands fastened hard over his face, her right hand over her left hand over his face, with her big well-manicured thumbs up along either side of his face, over his temples. Nick sputtered and fumed, or tried to, but all that would come out from behind Amber's huge thick mouthholding hands was a weak muffled "Mmmmmmmmmhhh!!!"

"If you're just gonna complain, there will be no more talking out of you!" said Amber. She tightened her double handgrip over his face. Lord, did that girl have STRONG hands! But what did Nick expect, out of a giantess who was ten feet tall? He was sitting on her huge lap, she was dwarfing him in size, and she was covering so much of his face that his eyes were just barely peeking out above her beautiful mammoth hands.

"Mmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmhh hmmmm mmmmmm, HHMMMMMM MMMMHHHH!! GGHHHMMMM!!! Mmmmm mmmmm gghhhmmmmh!" He barked and groaned, but he couldn't speak an intelligible word. Nick reached up and felt of Amber's gigantic hands, her hands locked over his face a good four or five inches deep, oh, he stroked the huge smooth velvety back of her outermost hand way out there in front of his face. "MMMMMMHHHH!!" It was a wonder he was able to breathe, with some effort, through her fingers. "Mmmmmhh, mmmmmmmmmh..." Her fingers, long and slender but thick as a broom handle... Her hands, so gigantic that the full length of his hand couldn't even span the width of hers. "Mmmmmmmh, ggmmmm mmmmmm hhhmmmmm! MMMMMMMH!!" Nick was reaching up now, touching and feeling of Amber's huge hands OH SO FIRMLY locked over his mouth and nose and much of his face...

"You see," said Amber, "if you're going to be naughty and whine, I'll just have to hold you on my lap, with my hands over your mouth to shut you up, just like I'd do if I was a babysitter and you were a naughty little boy. If I was a babysitter, I'd have to hold you on my lap and keep your mouth held tight shut all the way through this movie!"

"Mmmmmmhhh! MMMMMMMMHHHH!!! Ggghhhmmmmm, mmmmmm HHHMMMM!!" Nick kept reaching up, feeling of Amber's huge smooth warm soft elephantine hands squeezed over his face, her hands so much larger and stronger than his. "Mmmmmh!!!"

"Or what if I was a schoolteacher, and you were a naughty boy who wouldn't shut up in class? Hmmmmm? Would I have to take you, and hold you on my lap up in front of the classroom? Would I have to keep holding my hands tight over your mouth in front of the entire class, because you were a naughty boy and you were talking too much in class? What do you say to that, you naughty boy?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmhh!! MMMMMMMHHHH!!!" Now Nick was tugging, pulling, yanking, prying on Amber's incredibly oversized warm smooth hands. But it didn't matter how hard he pulled, even with all his strength. Amber was a giantess, she was ten feet tall, and her huge hands were so powerful that even with all his strength he couldn't make them budge a fraction of an inch. He pulled on her hands until his arms trembled. He reached up and tugged on her big thumbs up across his temples. He reached underneath at the bottom, where the edge of her hand, down by her little finger, came down even lower than his jaw; he reached underneath, got leverage pressing on the palm of her innermost hand, pressing outward from the inside, but even then he couldn't move her hands, they just stayed locked over his face like a tight immovable steel mask. "MMMMMMHHH, HHMMMMMHH!!"

"No," said Amber, "I'm not going to let you go. You've been a naughty boy, and as you can see, I'm much too strong for you, and you can't pull my hands off your mouth even with all your strength. You're so small and weak! What are you, five foot nine? You're not even six feet tall! You're an 18 year old boy, and you're not even six feet, so I can easily keep you shut up on my lap for just as long as I want! That's what you get for whining about the movie!"

"Mmmmmmmhh, ggmmmm mmmm mmmmm hmmmmmm, mmmmm hhhmmmm gghhmm hmmmm MMMMHHH!!" Nick was reaching up, yanking, pulling in earnest on Amber's giantess hands, feeling of the vast silky smooth expanse of the back of her hand with strong taut-drawn tendons beneath her silky skin, her hands squeezeclamped so tight over his mouth and nose and much of his face, and he couldn't pull her hands off his face no matter how hard he struggled against her, no, it was like being held on a babysitter's lap, silenced by her hands because he wouldn't stop whining, it was like being held on teacher's lap in class with her hands tightlocked over his mouth because he was talking too much, and no matter how he strained and pulled on her enormous smooth valkyrie hands she wouldn't let him go, she wouldn't let him talk, and he couldn't get away or speak a word. "MMMMMMMHHH!!!!"

And Amber kept holding Nick like that on her lap, with her hands kept tightclamped over his mouth to keep him shut up, all the way through the movie, which was every bit as much of a boring sappy romantic comedy as he'd feared. After a while he just sat quietly on her lap, most of the time, peering out between her thumbs, peering out just barely able to see over the top of her hands, shut up, unable to speak, the continual firm pressure of her big strong hands over his warm sweaty face, and whuffling from behind her hands as he forced slow deliberate breaths in... out... in... out...

Every now and then Nick would make noises from behind Amber's colossal mouth-holding hands, he'd reach up and pull and tug on her face-covering hands, but it didn't make her let him go, and she just ignored the noises and futile struggling of the boy on her lap, engrossed as she was in watching her boring chick flick.

That was when Nick realized this mouth holding thing wasn't just some little quirk with Amber. No, it was a BIG quirk with her. It was a big whopping giantess-sized peculiarity.

At first Nick considered pulling back, staying away from Amber, avoiding her, if he didn't feel like finding her huge hand tightsqueezed over his mouth again, and never you let me go! But it was hard to avoid her: she lived right next door. And besides, Nick felt a high-minded duty to befriend her. There was a lot of prejudice against giantesses, and Nick felt called to be a friend to a girl who plainly had no other friends.

And besides, she was awful hot! Even if she was so tall that Nick only came up to her belly button.

The prejudice: Nick saw it when they went out anywhere in public. Amber prevailed upon Nick to drive her around in that specially designed truck, with Nick behind the wheel, and Amber sitting up in back like the Beverly Hillbillies. It was embarrassing, but how else was Amber supposed to get around the city?

At the mall there was a special tall door in back -- "giantess-accessible" -- and Amber could enter through it, and then there was plenty of space in the wide-open of the mall for Amber and Nick to walk around. But Nick saw how people stared and rubbernecked as Amber walked by, towering far above their heads. And in many of the stores in the mall, Amber had to get down on her hands and knees to enter, and then the store clerks would eye her nervously, worried lest she send a rack of merchandise flying with a stray elbow.

Then there were the bullies, young fellows sitting by the fountain in the center of the mall, smirking and whispering and muttering wisecracks when they caught sight of her. Nick clenched his teeth as one of the bullies sang out, "Everybody over nine feet tall please leave the room!"

At this notorious line from Lewis Carroll, Amber's face darkened into a furious scowl. She drew herself up to her full height of ten feet... and then, Nick noticed, she was holding her right hand out in front of her, cupped, and flexing her open palm, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze on thin air, as if she were squeezing her hand tight over some invisible bully's face.

The bullies were no longer smiling or laughing. They wore an expression of abject terror. Nick wondered what would happen if this ten-foot-tall teengirl cut loose here in the mall, losing her temper, attacking like a raging elephant, tossing shorter mortals about like ragdolls, seizing bullies and handclamping them smothertight in her faceholding hands, her inescapable giantess arms, as they mmmmphed and struggled in vain against her unbreakable smother-facehold...

Yet Nick kept hanging out with Amber. Hanging out with the giantess. Oh, and if she really cut loose? Soon Nick found out about that, too, when Amber cut loose for no reason at all...

Cut loose on him.

It happened one sunny afternoon. Nick was strolling down the sidewalk, down by the city park, a few blocks from home. Nick was walking past a big clump of bushes when all of a sudden, without warning, he found himself swept off his feet, swooshed up into the air, his breath driven out of him by a willowy but sturdy arm wrapped tight around his arms and waist, his cry of surprise truncated by a huge hand suddenly clamped very, very tight over his mouth and much of his face.

"Mmmmmmmhhh!! Mmmmmmmhhh, hhhmmmmm! MMMMMMMHH HMMMM MMMMMMMM!!!" Nick tried to scream, yell for help, but he couldn't. Here he was, way up in the air, arms and stomach squeezed tight in a huge right arm wrapped around him from behind, and somebody's larger-than-life left hand clamped over his mouth and nose and two-thirds of his face like a tight steel lid. "MHHHHHHH'HHH!" Blue sky flashed in front of his eyes: his eye at least, for somebody's thumb lay sprawled over one of his eyes and up across his forehead. "Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmmm hhhmmmm mmmmmm!" Nick dangled in the air, squirming, mmmmphing, trying to breathe with this mammoth soft warm strong hand clamped steeltight across his face.

From behind his head he heard deep alto peals of girlish laughter. Amber's voice, laughing, as she carried him back into the bushes, a dangling jerking mmmmmphing puppet held prisoner in her arms.

"Mmmmmhhhh!! Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmmmm hhmmmmm!!!" Nick twisted and fought against Amber's tight unyielding smother-embrace, but she just kept laughing as she sat down on the ground on her rear end, and kept on holding him between her wide-spread giantess legs, kept on holding him mashed back against her body, his head pressed back hard against her stomach, with her right arm wrapped around him from behind pinning his arms down tight, and her left hand hardgripped over his mouth and nose and one eye and at least three-quarters of his face. "Mmmmmh, hmmmm mmmmmmhhh!"

And Amber just laughed and laughed, this gigantic girl just laughed herself silly, as she held the neighbor boy prisoner in her arms, back among the bushes, held him tight in her unbreakable handsmother-embrace no matter how he squirmed and twisted and bucked in her arms, no matter how he made frantic meaningless stifled noises from behind her gigantic soft smooth strong-gripped face-engulfing hand. To her, it was all a huge joke.

Never mind that Nick could hardly breathe. Never mind that Nick had not a snowball's chance of breaking free from this gigantic powerful attacking girl, not even with all his full grown 18 year old strength.

Full grown? At five foot nine, Nick was full grown. As for Amber, she was having a little growth spurt lately, and she was now closer to eleven feet tall. Taller, bigger, stronger, more powerful, harder to escape from her gigantic clutches, and from her larger-than-ever long soft smoothbacked warm strong beautiful neatly manicured gigantic squeezing face-engulfing teengirl hand.

Because what can you do, when you're a normal sized 18 year old guy, and a huge eleven-foot-tall 18 year old giantess grabs you in her arms as a joke, and this giantess neighbor girl laughs as she holds you prisoner in her arms, holds you tight back in the bushes, with her gigantic smooth lovely female hand locked like a living confining mask over most of your face? No matter how you make noises and struggle, you can't get away from her.

What can you do? Nothing.

What can she do? Whatever she wants to do with you, for just as long as she wants to keep holding you prisoner, face handclamped tight, in her huge sleek willowy steely-strong giantess arms. "MMMMMMMMMMMMHHH!"

After that incident in the park, Nick really thought hard about whether he wanted to keep hanging out with this big huge rowdy giantess next door. She was hot. But she was an unrestrained mouth holder, and he never knew when she might get another laughing bright idea. Every time he saw her, mingled feelings of horniness and fear warred inside him.

But what was he going to do? This neighbor girl lived right next door, he could hardly avoid her. She was a nice person, most of the time. She was hot. And besides, he felt duty bound to be a friend to this poor eleven-foot girl who had no friends. She was hot, but she had no friends. She was hot, even if she could be a wild uncontrollable mouth holder.

That's always what it came down to. Amber lived right next door. Nick had been brought up to do what was right, and take a stand against prejudice. And besides, this girl was hot.

So it happened that Nick was over next door at her house again one day, and sitting on that huge high couch, sitting a safe distance away from her (though really he knew this girl had a humongous reach). They were sitting there, watching TV, and neither of them paying an awful lot of attention, and Amber started getting silly, and Nick (though he knew better) was egging her on, laughing, teasing her, getting to the point of calling her names, when all of a sudden...

All of a sudden Amber reached out like a flash, her arm shooting out like it seemed six feet, and WHAMMO! Nick found his entire face tightwrapped in a quick loud-slapping big-handed womanly handgrip, MMMMMMMPPHHH! was his surprised yelp, and before he knew it Amber reeled him in, face tightcovered blind and dumb, and she pulled his head down onto her lap and held it there, Nick lying sprawled on his back across the couch, his head lying in her lap, and her gigantic hand squeeze-wrapped oh so tight over his entire face.

"Mmmmmmhhh, mmmmmm hmmmm mmmm hmmmmm, HHHHMMMM mmmmm hmmmm MMMMMMHHHH!!" Nick made muffled noises, his mouth held tight shut, his face blindly encased in her giantess hand's firm imprisoning grip. "MMMMMMHH'HHMMM!!" Amber laughed, melodious laughter, as she held Nick's head on her lap, with her large soft warm smooth soap-scented girlish hand clamped over his entire face... his entire face from his jaw up to his hairline encased in the face-spanning grip of her hand, the width of the back of her hand plus thumb as wide as the full height of his face, and her hand so long now that it wrapped completely around both sides of his head, covering his ears.

He couldn't see. He couldn't speak. He had to strain to breathe, or to hear. She had her gigantic right hand wrapped tight over his entire face and much of his head, like a big-handed schoolgirl clutching an orange palmed tight in her hand.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmhh, mmmmm hhhmmmmmmm..." Nick reached up blindly and felt gently of the huge satin-smooth expanse of the back of her hand, her huge hand completely covering his face so he couldn't speak a word. He didn't even bother tugging and pulling on her faceholding hand; he knew that even with all his strength, he would never be able to budge Amber's hand from its warm tight confining unbreakable grip over his face. "Mmmmmmmhhh..."

Then, off in the blank distance, the sound of a door opening. The back door. Someone coming into the kitchen. Tap, tap, tap, the sound of feet on the kitchen floor, then clack, clack, clack, feet coming closer across the wood floor, through the dining room and here into the living room. Clack, clack, clack, clack. Nick lay there, his head on Amber's lap, blind and mute with his face clamped beneath her huge hand. Clack, clack, clack, the feet walked by, now behind him on the far side of the living room.

"Hi there, honey, anything interesting on TV?" It was the voice of Amber's mom.

Amber: "Not really." A dull bored tone, as if she wasn't holding a boy's head on her lap with her huge hand clamped over his entire face.

"I was just wondering," said Amber's mom, "do you think the Christmas tree would look okay if I set it up over in this corner?"

"I s'pose." The sullen voice of a teengirl who really didn't care where the tree went.

"Or that's right by the door to your room. Do you think the tree would look better over here by the front windows instead?"

"Beats me."

Nick reached up, like a blindly groping crustacean, and felt once again of the huge teengirl hand clamped over his face, its soft smooth back, its big knuckles, its broomstick-slender fingers. "Mmmmmmmhh..."

Amber tightened her grip over his face, until he could hardly breathe.

"Or I know, sweetie!" Clack, clack, clack, the feet came closer to the couch. "Not quite over to that corner, but back a bit, almost in front of the side window. What do you think?"

Amber: "Yeah, I guess that would be okay." In a bored tone, as if this teengirl doesn't really care where the Christmas tree goes.

Nick: "Mmmmmmhh! Mmmmmmmh, HHMMMMM..." In spite of himself, Nick began plucking and prying blindly at Amber's huge hand.

Amber's mom, in a sudden surprised tone: "Oh, why who's this? Is this Nick?"

"Yeah, mom."

"Is this Nick? It's hard to tell, with your hand covering his face."

"Yeah, mom, it's Nick. Who else would it be?"

"MMMMMMMHHH, MMMMMM HMMMM MMMMMMMHH! MMMMMMH, HHH'HMMMMM!!!"

"Well, it's hard to tell. My, is he trying to say something?"

"I dunno."

"MMMMMMMHHH!!! MMMMMMMHH, mmmm hmmmmm mmmm ghhh'hmmmm mmmm hhhhmm!"

"Why Amber honey, it sounds like he's trying to speak!"

"S'pose he could be, I dunno."

"Mmmmmmmmmh, hhhmmm mmmm hmmm, ggghhh'mmmmm wwwmmmmm mmmm GGGHHHH!!" Nick was reaching up blindly into the air, gesturing with his hands, as if pleading.

"Are you letting him breathe?" A vaguely accusatory tone.

"Yeah, mom." Amber didn't let up one iota on how tight she was squeezing her hand over Nick's face.

"Well, I've got to get supper. I'll have to think about the Christmas tree. Do you suppose Nick would like to stay for supper?"

"Why don't you ask him?" A sullen but sassy teengirl tone.

At that, mother and daughter both broke out in laughter. Amber's mom: "I don't think Nick's in any condition to answer!"

Nick, now squirming around and reaching up and pulling on Amber's hand over his face: "MMMMMMMHHH! Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmm hhhmmmmmmhh!!"

Even louder laughter from the two women. "Well, I'll take that as a yes!" quipped Amber's mother. "My, young lady, you've got your hand tight over his face! That poor boy! Why are you covering his face so tightly?"

"Oh I dunno, we were just goofing around."

"Well then," said her mom, "I'll start supper, and I'll leave you two to your little game. Try not to take advantage of Nick!"

"Yes, mom." And with that, Amber squeezed her enormous smooth strong hand even tighter over Nick's entire face, like I'll show you, as the clack, clack, clack, clack, clack of her mother's feet receded into the blind distance toward the kitchen, and Nick mmmmphed and thrashed around on the couch and blindly pried at the huge giantess teengirl hand that just wouldn't come off his face no matter what. "MMMMMMMHHH!!!"

After that incident, Nick concluded that both Amber and her mother were certifiably bonkers. But by then he was in too deep to dig himself out. Girl next door, can't avoid her. Besides, she's hot. Neighbors, gotta make 'em feel welcome. Standing up for a giantess, victim of so much prejudice, gotta do what's right. And she is hot! Gotta be a friend to her, she hasn't got any friends. And she's hot! And she's an okay person, most of the time, when she isn't going psycho on someone. Plus, did I say, she's hot?!

The kicker came one balmy weekend, while Nick's father was away on a business trip, and like a typical pair of neighbor women in their late thirties, Nick's mom and Amber's mom decided it would be nice to get together for an outdoor barbecue. Out in the back yard next door, and Nick was disconcerted to see that Amber got not just one, not just two, but three huge steaks. But of course, Amber was a growing girl, an 18 year old giantess who was undergoing yet another growth spurt, so that she was now topping twelve feet tall. Nick didn't even come up to her hip joint these days.

And Amber was in a mopey teengirl mood. It was hormones, it was the growth spurt, it was the prospect that she might grow even taller yet, a lot taller. There was no telling. So Amber was moping around, until Nick got her off into playing a game of tag, where Nick would run, and Amber would chase him on her slender shapely legs like a big tall loping giraffe, and then every time she would catch Nick in her arms and scoop him up and carry him, like a weightless load, back toward the barbecue.

Until finally one time, when Amber caught Nick, and lifted him up, and held him on her hip, her right hip, with his butt against her hip, and her right arm wrapped tight around his body, holding him aloft. And then she clamped her huge oversized giantess left hand TIGHT over his face, over his face and back almost around his entire head, holding his face and head encased tight in a sudden engulfing facehold, like a big-handed schoolgirl squeezing a tennis ball tightly in the palm of her large smooth hand.

"Mmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmhh, mmmmmm hmmmmm hhhmmmmm! HHHMMMMM, mmmm hmmm MMMMHHHH'!!" Nick twisted and writhed, balanced on her hip, held tight with his back against her body, held tight with the gigantic hand of this huge twelve-foot-tall giantess clamped tight with unbearable pressure over his mouth and nose and eyes and ears and his entire face and way back all around his head, her hand clamped tight with unbearable pressure, its palm squeezing pressing down steampress-tight covering confining his face, MMMMMMMHHHH!!, he couldn't talk, he couldn't see, he could hardly breathe, and she just held him aloft carrying him around on her hip with her huge hand squeezed tight over his entire face, and she wouldn't let him go, and he was held dangled way up in the air by this handgagging faceholding hot unruly giantess, like she thought it was a huge joke, some game, and she wouldn't let him go...

"Mmmmmhhh! MMMMMMM MMMMMMMHHH!!! Hmmmm, hmmm'mmm mmmm hhhhmmm, mmmmmh..."

Nick's mom: "Oh... why, she's got his face covered... she's holding him up in the air on her hip... She's holding his face! Is he okay?"

Amber's mom: "Oh, he's fine. She gets like this sometimes. You know, with her growth spurt, she's having a hard time dealing with it, Amber gets out of sorts..."

Nick's mom: "Ohhhhh..."

Nick: "MMMMMMHHHH! Mhhhhhh, hhmmmm-- hh'hhmmmm, mmmmm HHHMMMMMM!!" Reaching up with one arm, slapping and rubbing and prying at Amber's huge faceholding hand. "HHHMMMMMMHH!"

Amber's mom, brightly: "Say, I wonder... would you consider lending Nick to us for a while? He could come and stay next door, and I'm sure he'd be a tremendous comfort to Amber while she's getting through this hard time. It's not easy, being 18 years old and twelve feet tall! And Nick and Amber are such good friends, he's really the best friend she's got, and I think it would comfort the girl if she could have someone to cling to while she's getting through this difficult growth spurt..."

Nick's mom: "Well, I don't know... Nick's a grown young man, he's 18 himself, going on 19. Why don't we ask him?"

Suddenly Amber's gigantic elephantine warm soft powerful hand squeezed even tighter over Nick's face and head, as if to ensure that he couldn't possibly answer.

Amber's mom: "Oh, I don't think Amber's going to let go of him right now."

Nick's mom: "Well, I'm sure Nick would be glad to help. He's such a caring boy, he always wants to do what's right." Yeah, as in, stick up for a poor friendless persecuted giantess, let her use him as her own personal doll, or toy, or tackle dummy, or helpless mmmphing facehold victim... That's it, Nick's fate was sealed, no way could he back out of this one now, not after his mother had volunteered him with such a raft of moral platitudes...

They finished their supper, and Nick even got to eat, though much of the time he had to sit on Amber's lap, with her huge smooth beautiful muscular powerful giantess hand tightclamped over his mouth and much of his face. At least this time Amber let Nick's eyes see out over the top of her hand.

And then, in the gathering dusk, Nick was led into the house next door, with Amber's hand still tight over his mouth. Not into his own house, but into the neighbors' house next door, where he would be staying for the duration, now that he had been volunteered like a good boy to "help" Amber out.

And as they entered in through the back door, into the kitchen, Amber's mother said, "Amber, honey, if your hand gets tired, I'd be happy to hold Nick's mouth a while for you."

"Thanks, mom, I'll let you know if my hand gets tired." And Amber kept her huge hand clamped over Nick's mouth, as she marched him into the living room.