There will be female muscle in this, later.
A woman is hired by a wealthy couple to act as a maid for their son and daughter, both of whom are hugely muscular and in the 15-20 foot range in height. She becomes increasingly attracted to them, and the daughter eventually offers her her milk, allowing her to grow to at least their size.
Lyla had always been small. At 23, she was only 4’10 and about ninety pounds. She hated it, but what could she do? She had been a hired housekeeper for most of her life, and now was driving to the mansion of the world-famous biologists Jason and Helen Mantor for a job offer. They wanted a live-in maid to “assist” their son, Jake, and daughter, Maia. In stark contrast to their parents, neither of the twins had been in the public eye since they were born. Nobody knew why, but there were plenty of rumors.
The mansion was even bigger than Lyla was expecting. She parked in the long, sloping driveway, walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal Helen Mantor. She wasn’t much taller than Lyla, but the black woman clearly knew her way around a gym, and not just because she was dressed like Lyla had just interrupted her working out.. “You’re the applicant for the maid position? Lyla?” “Yes.” “Come in. There’s some things you’ll need to see before we get down to business.”
The mansion was at least as massive on the inside as it had looked from the outside. The ceiling had to be at least twenty-five feet up. The brightly-lit entryway had no other doors, just colossal archways lining either side of the room. The back of the room had what looked like an utterly massive freight elevator to the side of a long, wide staircase. Up the stairs, then up a couple more lengthy flights of stairs on the right, was a long hallway lined with massive doors that seemed to be activated by handprint scanners. But why were there gigantic knobs about halfway up… Lyla’s question was answered before she could ask it when her prospective employer opened a door at the end of the hall on the left side. “Jake?”
“Yes, Mom?” rumbled the deepest voice Lyla had ever heard. It was also unusually loud, but the man-there was no way a voice that deep could be a woman-didn’t sound like he was shouting, just speaking at an above-average volume. Lyla was flabbergasted. Standing in the doorway was a giant. He was handsome, and there was a definite resemblance, but he had to be at least twenty feet tall. And even in proportion to his size, his muscles were gigantic. More defined than a lot of muscular guys Lyla had seen, but good-looking and utterly massive. He had no visible neck, just giant, sloping traps leading to shoulders wider than the door. His pecs and biceps were each big enough to fit two or three cars in the same space, and his legs were even larger than his arms. His Adam’s apple had to be the size of a basketball. And his balls were each twice that size, hanging under a limp cock that dangled down to between his knees and had to be bigger around than a lot of normal people. “Is your sister still out back? I want both of your opinions on a potential assistant for you.”
