"Are you kidding?" Karen countered, "When we get the bottle we’re gonna shrink you a little. Enough so that you can fit through doors and all that. But you'll still be massive!"
Drake couldn't believe his luck. He'd always wanted to be bigger, but most of the girls he knew acted grossed-out when they saw a big, bodybuilder type guy. Melissa had been like that. But Karen was different. Not only was she a hot, big-titted love goddess, but she liked him big and beefy. He planted a deep, long kiss on her full lips.
"Let's go to your place, and figure out how to get that bottle back," he said at last.
Karen regretfully rose, and brought back the bags of clothing she had bought. The oversized shirt fit snugly over Drake's huge, jutting pecs, and the pants were loose at the waist, but tight over his enormous thighs. Nonetheless, he managed to get both on.
Karen drove her van to her little house on the outskirts of town, and Drake rode in the cargo area in back, too big to fit comfortably in one of the seats. When they arrived, Drake couldn't wait to get out. He stretched his huge, eight and a half foot body, glad to be out of the cramped van.
He then swooped around, and lifted Karen with his massive arms. He carried her to the door, which she unlocked, and then into the house. His head nearly brushed against the ceiling, as he carried Karen to the bedroom. As he lay her on the bed, she noticed that his cock was pushing hard against the crotch of his pants.
"Take off your pants before you break them," she chided, her sultry voice filled with faux disapproval. Drake eagerly complied, letting his oversized dick spring free.
"Well now," Karen purred, as ran her fingers along Drake's engorged member, "We can't leave you all like this, now can we?"
Drake slowly lowered himself on top of Karen, his excitement tempered by his understanding of his huge size, and of how easy it would be to inadvertently crush the woman below. He nuzzled her hole with the tip of his big rod, and slowly worked it in. She gasped as Drake forced her apart for the second time, and ran her hands along his hulking traps and enormous delts. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her. Even though he was holding back, each thrust shook Karen like a little earthquake. Faster and faster Drake went, until finally he shot his load deep inside Karen's exhausted pussy.
When he had finally finished spasming, Drake withdrew, and lay next to Karen on the bed, while she caught her breath. He ran his finger over her nipple, and across the plump expanse of her large breast. Karen shivered at the erotic touch.
"Now..." she began, her voice trembling, "...how are we going to get that bottle back?"
"Well," Drake answered, his hand now grasping and massaging the breast next to him, "Melissa would keep it in her home, hidden somewhere."
"Maybe we should spy on her, to see where she hides it?"
"That would be the simplest way, wouldn't it?"
"We leave tonight!" Karen declared. Then she added, "But first, give me a taste of that godlike body just one more time!"