★Memorable Author: El_Roy_1999] Bigger Secrets *Illus* [giantgirl7foot2]

[giantgirl7foot2]

competitive muscle growth, giantesses

Hello all !

So I'm learning to work with DAZ3D and would like to show some characters I attempted to create. As you can see, it's more about proportions and shape rather than finished renders, that's something to practice later!

This is a comparison of 6"8 and 5"1 character from some angles. Note that I'm obviously still learning things (fitting clothes, lighting, character proportions and morphing,...)!



I'm mostly posting this because I need input! By lack of creativity, I'm looking for characters and/or stories to illustrate! If anyone has modifications for these characters or completely different characters they'd like to see, just post it here! If I like something, I'll try to do it ;-). Same goes for stories (or scenes from stories).

All the best,

GG7ft2

[El_Roy_1999]

This one was apparently pretty popular and it's also very short.

http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=186101.msg1356159#msg1356159

Maybe try a scene from it.  If it's not your cup of tea, I can find something else.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Where are the other replies in this topic? 

To answer your previous quenstion, I like stories where the protagonist is taller and bigger (more muscular) than the side characters. So either normal height muscular character and shorter than average side character(s) or a tall protagonist. I prefer the girls to be younger than the victims, but that's definitely not a hard constraint. Furthermore I like domination, worship, comparison, humiliation,... the casual stuff. Sex is not a hard constraint either. Growth is always a welcome factor. To easy things up, examples of stories that I like are DTM's Amy series, Puppetman's stories, Valerafon's stories (esp. Lorna and Summer Break), even im4bbgrls stories I enjoy, even though the language is kind of sloppy.

Basically, as long as they're bigger, most body types will do (from fitness to freakish bodybuilder, from huge boobs to just rock hard pecs,...). The only things that are turn-off are muscular guys and old muscular characters that are domineering. Older people may appear, but preferably only as victims.

[El_Roy_1999]

Okay, so here's an idea. I'll write it down soon, I'm just very busy right now, but maybe you like it.

Wes, a guy who managed to repeat several classes at school is looking for someone to take to the prom. He's just not very interesting to the girls, after all, he's a loser. Eventually, he ends up with Monica, the wallflower. She's really not that attractive, she also never stands up straight.
At the prom, he realises that she's actually really tall, taller than him, she's just always slumped over. They have a nice time there and stay together.
Flash forward a few years.
They're together, they both have their jobs. He's a contractor, she's a clerk. The sex is lukewarm. They still like each other, but something is missing. They decide to check out the weirder side of the internet and look for inspiration. They find their inspiration. Turns out Wes wants to be dominated and Monica wants to dominate. At first, they play around, but then, she decides she wants to be able to do this for real. She joins a gym, starts pumping iron and grows quickly. Before he can think about it, she's as strong as he is.
Next, she starts juicing and really explodes with muscle. Soon, he's helpless and they're having the time of their lives. Then, Monica brings an acquaintance, Imani, into the mix and things escalate.

Monica might also get breast implants, if you like this.

Please tell me what you think of the idea.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Yeah, that's a great idea! Already looking forward to it!

[El_Roy_1999]

Wes was about to give it up. He just didn't care anymore. After going through years and years of stupidity and tedium at school, he had this final humiliation in front of him: He had to find someone for the prom. He was well aware that he wasn't exactly popular, but he hadn't expected such a level of contempt. None of the girls even thought of talking to him. When he tried to ask some of them out, they just laughed or stared at him incredulously. Was he being serious? There was no point. They just smirked, grinned or laughed.
The young man walked on over the campus. He was frustrated, tired and angry about all this. He just hated the fact that he had been so stupid as to screw up his studies and lose year after year. He was now twenty years old and still had no plan on how to deal with the rest of his life. At least, school would finally be behind him. He looked around, unsure of who to ask. He had asked Kim, Latasha, Isabel and Fiona. Nothing. Who else could he ask?

He gave up.
As he was about to just go home, he suddenly saw Monica. She was a nerd's nerd. Unkempt, slumped, myopic and boring. Whatever.
He approached her:
"Erm. Monica."
She looked up. She had these really small eyes of people with strong glasses.
"Yes."
For Monica, it was clear that this guy was going to just abuse her some more. She hated the whole situation.
"I have a question."
"What is it? Are you going to annoy me some more?"
"No. I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask you whether you'd go to the prom with me."
"To the prom? Are you seriously asking me out?"
"I am. If you don't mind."
"Nah. I just didn't expect it."
"So, what do you say?"
"If you insist."
Great, Wes thought. That's going to be an incredible party. Fuck.

On the day before prom night, Monica called Wes:
"I'm sorry, but I can't come."
Wes groaned. Why couldn't this just work? Why not once?
"What's the problem? Are you scared?"
There was a pause. Then she answered with a rather harsh voice:
"Not at all. It's just that I don't have anything to wear."
"For real? You call me on the day before? That's so shitty of you."
"Shitty? You know what, Wes, go fuck yourself. Fuck you and your prom."
Whoa. Wes was surprised by her rudeness. He decided to backpedal.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. Sorry. Sorry. Can I help you?"
"Not unless you know someone who can get me a dress."
"Ah." Wes was relieved. He knew just the person. "I'm going to send my sister over."
"Whatever."

Wes' sister Bernadette was five years older and the prodigy in the family. He felt horribly intimidated by her, but they still somehow liked each other. He gave her a call.
"Bernie? It's Wes."
"What's up, brother mine?"
"I need your help."
"What a surprise. What can I do for you?"
"Well, my prom date needs help with her dress."
"You got a prom date? I can't believe it."
"Aw, just leave me alone. Will you help me?"
"Sure. Got to watch after my kid brother."
"Thank you. I'm in your debt."
"You always are. Just relax, I'll take care of this."

[giantgirl7foot2]

Very nice start! I'm downloading and installing campus settings and a somewhat larder wardrobe and I'll start rendering as soon as possible!

Do you have more detailed descriptions of the characters, or can I use my own imagination? I'm especially looking for some heights and body descriptions. As for clothers, I'll try to find something appropriate ;-)!

[El_Roy_1999]

You can use your imagination. Just write what they look like in a few words, then I can write the scenes this way.

As for heights and bodies:
Wes is 5'9" and more heavyset.
Monica is 6'2" and rather thin. She looks as if she were 5'10"
Bernadette is 5'6" and also rather plump.

[El_Roy_1999]

Prom night came.
Wes was ready. He had his smart suit on, he had his hair freshly cut and his car washed. For someone who didn't want to go to the prom, he looked pretty enthusiastic. He stopped the car in front of Monica's parents' house and got out. He even remembered the flowers and the candy and walked to the door. Even before he could ring, the door opened and he saw the most gigantic man he had ever seen. The guy looked like a pro wrestler with a massive beard. Like Santa Claus on steroids. He asked:
"You're Wesley?"
He nodded, feeling very intimidated.
"Great. I'm Monica's dad. She'll be there in a second. One word."
Wes said:
"I know the drill. Be courteous, no sex and be back before midnight."
"Nah. It's okay. Be honest, do whatever you two want and come back when you're ready. Honestly, I'm glad you're asking her out."
Wes grinned in confusion.

Behind the hulk, there was a voice and Wes looked past the titan. Monica descended the stairs. Or at least someone who reminded him of Monica. Bernadette had performed a miracle. A slightly insulting miracle, but a miracle none the less. She wore a red dress, pumps and a little jewelry. Most important, her stance had changed and she now appeared to be extremely tall. With her shoes, she was at least 6'5" tall. She looked down on him and said:
"Nice to see you."
He was completely stunned and awkwardly handed her the flowers and candy.
He managed a "For you.". She took them, looked at them and smiled.
"They're wonderful."
His grinned turned into a blush.
"I'm glad you like them."
She went into the house and watered them, then returned:
"Shall we?"

[El_Roy_1999]

Years later...

Wes was on top of his wife. Monica had spread her legs and tried her best to feel some kind of excitement at his grunting and pushing. He worked hard and finally managed to come. He groaned and grunted, then lay on top of her, semi-unconscious. He took a deep breath, then cuddled against his wife's tall, slim body.
"So, did you come."
The reply was less than enthusiastic:
"Yes, dear."
"Are you sure? It didn't sound like it."
"Trust me. With women, it can be more discreet."
"Really? You can totally tell me if you don't feel satisfied."
She gave him a curious look, then shook her head.
"Nah, it was okay."
"Okay isn't enough."
He rolled to the side. Next to her, he felt short. Actually, he was. She had grown another inch since he first met her. She now stood 6'3" in the flats she preferred to wear. He was unsure what to think of it. He guessed he had to feel insecure about it, but he wasn't. He actually enjoyed her height. Still, it was sad that he couldn't make her come. It made him awkward, which in turn reinforced the whole problem. He just longed for an idea.
Monica longed for an orgasm. She was perfectly able to come by masturbating, but with Wes, she rarely ever came. Only if she was really starved for sex. She hated the whole situation. Wes was a nice guy, she liked him, he was trustworthy and fun. Their sex-life was shit, though. She had no idea what to do. Hurting his feelings wasn't a possibility. On the other hand, lying didn't help her either.

"Wes, we need to talk."
A few weeks later, they were relaxing on the couch. Instantly, Wes contracted. Was she going to dump him? He shivered. She put a calming hand on his wrist.
"Relax. I just want to find a solution."
"A solution. What for?"
"Guess."
"The sex."
"Of course. It's unsatisfying."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I want to try something, though."
He felt better. That sounded more promising than leaving him.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I read about the problem in a magazine. It says we should explore what we like. Maybe we'll find a thing that we like."
"Okay, let's try that. Where should we start?"
"Get the tablet. Let's watch some porn."

"Stop it. I don't think that feels right."
Wes looked at his wife. She was spread-eagled on their bed and he had just finished tying her arms and legs to the bedposts. He had enjoyed the thrill, but Monica looked a little disappointed.
"Okay ..."
So far, they weren't making any headway. Trying sex in the car proved to be complicated because of her height, having sex in public had forced them to flee when the rentacops came. Monica had refused a threesome with a woman, Wes had refused one with a man. Bondage wasn't working either. Wes was rather annoyed as he untied her. She said:
"I'm sorry, but it just doesn't feel right."
"Fine."
Wes' excitement had immediately abated. With a certain irony, he said:
"So, what's next? Sex while parachuting?"
Monica took the ropes and said:
"Not yet. First, we switch places."

He had never felt so liberated. Wes had shut his eyes as Monica pulled the binds tight. He was hard in a second, tenting his boxers. He could feel her hands touching him and he gasped. She said:
"Well, who would have known."
He gasped as she laid her fingers on his cock. Wes said:
"This is incredible."
"I think so. It is. I like to have you at my mercy."
She pinched his nipple. He shouted:
"Hey!"
"I'm sorry, I only wanted to try that.", she said mockingly.
"No, it's okay. It's ... surprising."
Instead of pinching him again, she climbed on top of him and said:
"It does feel good."
She slid herself over his cock. Immediately, she started gasping and began riding him. He soon joined her grunts.

[El_Roy_1999]

The next weeks were a blur. Basically, the pair did nothing but eat, work, sleep and fuck. Finding their kink had freed them. Whenever Monica had a moment of free time at the office, she'd think about how she'd bind and dominate Wes. In the same way, Wes had to conceal his hard-on at the construction site whenever he touched the ropes or zip-ties.
Faced with the reality of her dominant nature, Monica had embraced it, investing in a pair of very high heels that gave her a five-inch-boost, bringing her up to 6'8". Although she was a couple of years younger than her husband, she towered over him. She was over a head taller than him in her shoes and greatly enjoyed this. She bent down and kissed him on his front or sank her fingers into his hair.
Wes, on the other hand, was enjoying looking up to her. He occasionally asked her to get him things from high shelves just to see her easily take them and hand them down to him.
Monica had supplemented their bondage equipment with a few extras: Some handcuffs, more ropes and some rings she had Wes attach to their bed frame. Then, she attached Wes to their bed frame.
Still, it was mostly play. Monica was well aware that she could only do these things to her husband as long as he played along. More than once, she had realised that she had no way to restrain him should he want to move. She wasn't too certain she liked that.

"Tell me, Wes, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Her husband was currently hogtied on their bed and was trying to find a position that allowed him to enjoy his erection. He answered:
"What? The position I'm in, the fact that this is our way to enjoy ourselves or that I can't roll on my side?"
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
He managed to drop to the side and was now faced with the problem that he couldn't move any further. Monica grabbed his cock and began playing with it.
"I meant that I'm so weak. I mean, it's all just make-believe. You're much stronger than I am, yet you submit to me."
"Who cares?"
"I care. It's just not real."
"So, what do you want to do about it?"
She thought for a while.
"I'll join a gym and get in shape."
"Fine with me."
He came.

Oddly enough, Monica's training sort of blocked their further sexual exploration. After a few days of going to the gym, Monica said:
"This is really nice and I'm enjoying it."
Wes didn't mind.
"That's cool. So, how about a little fun?"
"Not yet, dear. I want to work on it for a while and surprise you once I feel ready."
"But is this really necessary? I love you so much and you definitely turn me on."
"Yes, of course, my dear. But I insist. I want to blow you away."
"Okay."
Wes was annoyed. He had found something they enjoyed and now it was being taken away from him. Just as he was about to get angry, Monica added:
"But just because you're not supposed to see my body doesn't mean we can't have fun."
With these words, she slipped a blindfold over his eyes and led him to the sofa. He heard the handcuffs click and her hand on his dick.

The days went by. They became weeks. Monica spent a lot of time at the gym. On the street and at home, she wore wide outfits that hid her body as completely as possible short of a burka. In the evening, she'd blindfold him again and lead his life completely. She'd feed him at first until he'd figured it out, she'd entertain him and she'd get him to bed. There, she'd switch the blindfold for a hood. At first, it shocked him, but she insisted.
Lying in the dark, he waited until she was asleep. Should he roll over and try to touch her? He wasn't sure if he should. She was bound to tie him to the bed if she caught him. He hesitated. Was he man enough to dare it? He struggled. He turned over and reached out in the darkness. Wes bit his tongue. Should he do it? Suddenly, he pulled back. He didn't have the courage. Just as he retracted his hand, he heard her voice in the stygian night:
"Good boy."

[El_Roy_1999]

Wes was growing impatient. Monica was teasing him, occasionally sending him blurry pictures of things that could be body parts. She did look fit as far as he could tell, but he had no way to be sure. Meanwhile, Monica was working harder and harder at her body. She had started with mostly cardio, had then added training on machines and eventually supplemented her workouts with free weights. She had hired a trained who had set up a strict diet and made sure she kept to it.
She soon leaned out and began wrapping herself in muscle. The first part she noticed were her biceps. Where once had been twigs, there were now slight bulges. The next part were her calves. When she walked in her heels, they bunched together even more. She smiled when she felt their hardness. Soon, her thighs and her shoulders followed suit. Within a few months, she was fit. She had a six-pack, not a very defined one, but still. She had a tight bun and looked wiry and strong. The training had changed her stance and made her stand even straighter, making her gain an inch. When she walked home, her heels clicking on the pavement, people turned their heads, men walked into lamp-posts and women hissed. She had these injections in her sole to make walking in heels more bearable and had promptly begun wearing six-inch-heels pretty much everywhere. At 6'10" she towered over everybody and had to duck when walking through doors. This enormous height turned her on incredibly. More than once, she found herself wet when she finished talking with her boss, a friendly, yet somewhat ridiculous man even shorter than Wes.

After what felt like forever, she decided to reveal her body. Wes found himself blindfolded and chained to the heater. He was quivering with anticipation. Monica said:
"Did you feel the strength?"
Indeed, Wes had been surprised by his wife's power. She had manhandled him and forced him to the ground. He had submitted, but he had found her strong enough to give herself believability. He was certain he could still bring her down, but it was getting close. The thought alone made him hot.
"I did. Mistress."
The word was like honey to her. Mistress. This is what she was. This is what she wanted to be. The runt would learn that. She set her leg in front of him and told him:
"Touch my leg. Caress my calf."
Wes reached out with his free hand and laid his fingers on her bulging muscle. It felt hard and tight. He nodded in admiration.
"Wow."
"That's all you have to say?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I wanted to say: I adore it. It's so hard."
"Much better."
She lifted her leg and rested her heel against his chest, leaving a mark.
"Do you feel my strength?"

As Wes worked his hands upwards, Monica's arousal increased. She was getting ridiculously horny. Her husband's admiration was incredible. She shut her eyes as he gasped upon reaching her thighs. She heard him say:
"Oh my God. Your legs. They're really strong. You've really become fit."
"Just you wait. I'm going to be so much more."
"I'm sorry, Mistress, but can I ask for a favour?"
"Of course, dear. What do you want?"
"Can I ... lick your legs?"
She was surprised. On the other hand, why not?
"Maybe. I'll need some more begging, though."
"Please!"
"More!"
"Mistress, I beg you. Please let me."
"You may."
She grinned. This was so stupid. On the other hand, it did turn her on. With a quick movement, she dropped her panties and said:
"Dear, when you're finished, why don't you go a little higher?"

Once his face was thoroughly covered with her juices, Monica said:
"Okay. Now calm down, dear. All this licking is nice, but I need you to know your limits."
She stepped closer.
"So what we're going to do now, is I'm going to take off all this outfit and be naked. And when I am, I might take off your blindfold. Got it?"
He nodded enthusiastically. He heard her clothes rustle. There was the sound of a zipper. The soft fall of a scarf. The slip of a dress.
She could see his erection harden. He heard a bra pop open, the slight sizzle of a bra glide off her arms. The blindfold had made his senses much more acute and he could almost hear as she slipped off her gloves.
Finally, there was silence.
He heard her voice:
"It's time."
Her hands grabbed his blindfold and quickly undid the knot. He blinked and stared up this tremendous woman. She was incredible.

[giantgirl7foot2]

What a fantastic read already! 

I'm almost done with initial renders of the characters and I hope you'll like em, but finding freebies for G2M is hard . Also, I hope I'll find enough scenery! Can't wait to begin adding muscle to Monica! 

Cool, I'm looking forward to it!

[El_Roy_1999]

The gigantic woman in front of him gave him a sarcastic look.
"Impressed?"
He fumbled for words. What could he say?
"Incredible. I love you."
She laughed.
"I love you too."
She shifted her hips, showing off her abs.
"Still, you gotta do what you gotta do."
With these words, she crouched down, her quads bunching. She said:
"First, let's get you freed."
With a few quick movements, she unlocked the handcuffs. He massaged his wrists. Monica grinned and pushed him back down. She sat on his chest and added:
"Imagine this. I have these super-long legs."
She lifted her arm and flexed. There was a bit of biceps.
"I have these muscles."
She leaned on him and licked his lips.
"I'm so sexy, any woman in the world should be green with jealousy."
He gasped. She was right.
"But I'm going to be so much more. I know you're playacting now. Your still stronger than me. But that is going to change. I'm going to be a titanic muscle-goddess and you're going to be my worshiper. You're going to adore me."
"I will. I love you so much."
"I love you so much ...?"
"I love you so much, Mistress."
"Much better."

Monica pushed her obsession further. She went to the gym every day. Her workouts became more intense and her body responded accordingly. Her trainer was impressed. He had rarely seen anyone make so much progress in so little time. However, her new lifestyle began to take its toll. Her salary as a clerk was hardly sufficient and the money Wes earned as a contractor was good enough for their regular life, but not for one so expensive.
After a very intense workout, she relaxed and asked her trainer:
"Tell me, Jason, why is all this so expensive? There must be a way to pay for all this."
Jason, an older gentleman of a bodybuilder, smiled to himself. He had half expected the question and made his move:
"A friend of mine is a photographer with a website. He would pay for some photos."
"Naughty ones?"
The older man was surprised. He hadn't expected to be so direct.
"Well ... not at first."
"Why not? Shouldn't there be more money in this?"
"I guess so."
"Jason, I need to grow this body and I need the money to pay for this. So, if there's money to be made, I'm in."
"But ..."
She put her hand on his cheek:
"Jason, my mom used to be a swimsuit model. I don't care."
"Okay. I'll talk to him."

[El_Roy_1999]