A Giantesses First Transformation Diary

Diary

25th April 2023

Dear journal, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lena, a 27-year-old business freak standing at an impressive height of 6”1. While I may be considered too mature for diary writing, I find solace in the act of penning my thoughts... lol, why am I trying to use such long words? Lena, chill, you can drop your work persona, you’re only writing to yourself! (Or someone who finds this... Hi, stranger. What’s the year 4000 like? Are there monsters?).

About me…Other than work, work, work, I do a lot of sports. Growing up in a family of athletes, I followed in my parents' footsteps and played basketball throughout high school and college. Though, despite being a part of a tall family, I’m still set apart from them by my massive chest lol. Initially, it was a source of embarrassment because I was already being stared at for my height, but now I take pleasure in the weighty pull on my shoulders that comes with it. Makes sport a little harder but softens the blow when I fucking crush an opponent at rugby. My coach always told me - their pain is your pleasure. That stuck with me, not just through sport… hence my gruelling career having to fire people left right and centre. Woopsie. The amount of upset emails I get… People aren’t strong these days. Get a grip.

ANYWAY… My tits are painfully large so they pose a challenge when it comes to finding clothes that fit, to say the least. As I walk to work each day, the attention my curves get and the unabashed stares from onlookers serve as a constant reminder of my physical differences to most people. I often imagine crushing the catcallers between my chest as a satisfying form of retribution. One can dream, right? Lol. I think I’m coming across as a bitch here, but I promise I’m nice.

I just refuse to let anyone dim my light.

Mum used to tell me that I should grow up to find a nice man who could take care of me, but as an adult, I laugh at the idea that a man could ever provide for me in the way that I can take care of myself. I've worked hard to build a successful career in the business world and am more than capable of taking care of my own needs. I'm the youngest senior manager at my company, and I'm proud of what I've achieved. My height can be a hindrance at times, but I've learned to use it to my advantage - it makes me stand out in a crowd, and commands attention.

In fact, I’m not sure this whole diary thing is much fun if I can’t see the person on the other side listen to me and tell me how wonderful my thoughts are… Hmm. Let’s see if I can keep this up.

2nd July 2023

10am

I have been so bad at writing here. It always feels too much of a chore, and I don’t have the time or interest - work comes first. I’ll try my best to document this week. It’ll be nice to read back when I’m older.

So, it’s already July - how?! - the weather is so hot and humid. This morning there was a sheen of sweat on my skin as I got out of bed. London is struggling to keep up with the summer heat, and my landlord hasn’t given me the luxury of air-con, so I felt sticky and uncomfortable.​​ Yuck. Maybe I should write him a bratty letter, always works. Gtg, couple more work calls and then going to the office.

11am

As I arrive at work, I’m taking in the familiar sight of my building. I’ll describe a few bits so I can remember in future! It's a sleek, modern structure made of glass and steel that rises high into the sky. The lobby is spacious and well-lit, with marble floors and potted plants lining the walls. As I step into the elevator, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored walls - I have to admit that I look sharp in my tailored pantsuit and sleek high heels today. A grand height of 6”4.

As the elevator doors open onto my floor, I step out into a large, open-plan office space. The walls are cream-coloured in the office, adorned with framed pictures of cityscapes which I often sit daydreaming over. It’s easy to zone out, playing with a few strands of my soft hair, staring at the tiny little skyline. My desk is made of dark wood and covered in papers and files, located by a large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the bustling city below. The lighting is bright, but not too harsh, and the carpet is a deep shade of navy blue - it feels plush under my feet, though I can't help but feel frustrated as I sit in my chair, trying to get comfortable despite the fact that it's too low for my long legs. My legs just can’t fit, and it's hard to find a position that doesn't make them ache. It's just another reminder of how my height affects even the smallest aspects of my life, sigh, I should really get a foot stool. And the heat doesn’t help… I can feel my thighs sticking together, and a lake of sweat forming deep in my cleavage.

Mark just arrived too, a colleague - not a friend - who sits across from me. A short man with a bald head and a perpetual smirk on his face. He always finds a way to make a comment about my height, and it's frustrating to deal with his constant teasing - he thinks he’s so good at dishing it out, but just isn’t a natural at it. I don’t let it get to me and take pleasure in his discomfort when he fails to get a reaction. Bet he’s a virgin.

Lately, I have dreams about Mark being shrunk down to ant size. I know - really weird, right?... In these dreams, I use my fingernails to trap him and show him who's really in charge. It's satisfying to see him so small and powerless, especially since he's always trying to make me feel inferior.

4pm

This afternoon sucked. Despite being successful in my career, I always feel like I don't quite fit in. The sexism in the workplace is rampant, and it's even worse for me due to my height and tits. I'm always having to prove myself and fight against stereotypes that I'm not capable just because I'm a woman… It’s funny though, because I see women as the superior sex.

The men in the office often make comments about me, attempting to belittle me and make jokes behind my back. I wish their tiny pea brains could see past my height and my breasts and treat me like the capable professional I am. Their loss, and one day I’ll show them who's boss, haha. They probably go home and wank themselves to oblivion whilst I’m happily out and about striding my legs across town, getting attention they never could. Bless them, you kind of have to pity them. Bet they wish they could be a fly on the wall when I’m, you know, using my toys. Lately I’ve been using thi- oh brb

10pm

Sorry, forgot to write. Too tired. Have had a bad headache for the last few days, and the only thing that stops it is laying down in a dark room before bed. Well, there’s one other thing that stops it... Which I’m about to go and do now. Hehehe. Maybe I should cum over picturing Mark as a tiny ant, lol. No, that would be too easy.

7th July 2023

8am

Today, I’ve woken up feeling… different. When I looked in the mirror, I realised I had grown a few centimetres. Odd, right? My clothes are tight, and my shoes are difficult to put on. I went downstairs to make a coffee, wondering if I was dreaming, and felt a strange sensation in my bones, like they were stretching and expanding.

It was uncomfortable, at first, but I couldn't deny the thrill… It was like an electric current running through my veins, and I could feel my muscles tensing and flexing involuntarily. At first, I was afraid that I was having a medical emergency, but then I felt a rush of power surge through me. My heart rate increased, and my breathing became heavy and laboured. I felt alive in a way that I never had before. Maybe it’s anxiety? Never been an anxious person before, and that wouldn’t explain me growing or feeling so good. My body feels amazing right now, I can’t stop touching it. Maybe I have time for a quick play before I leave. I wonder if my pussy has grown too?! Usually I can only fit a finger in. Oh my god, I can fit two. Can’t believe I’m being so crude in my diary… what’s come over me?

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10pm

I do not know how else to say this but today was the best day of my life. Everything has changed. Fuck, it is all such a blur but I will try to write down what happened. Let me go back to the morning.

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9am

Hands covered in my own cum, I had lost track of time.

“Shit!”, I looked down at my watch, which was struggling to stay on my wrist - both due to the amount of cum but also because my wrist had grown a little more and stretched the watch band, “9am!”. I sprinted to the office in the biggest shoes I could find, which happened to be a pair of stilettos I bought years ago which were two sizes too big, which were now snug. It felt easy to run, and felt like I was covering more ground than usual.

As the day wore on, my body continued to change. My clothes started to tear a little at the seams, unable to contain my growing frame. My blouse, a pink silk wrap-around from Ted Baker, split at the front, revealing more of my massive chest for people to stare at. It didn’t feel embarrassing, though, I love watching them pretend not to look. I could feel my tits aching and throbbing, my nipples hardening and piercing what was left of the silk top. My skirt, a black pencil skirt from Zara, became shorter and shorter as my legs grew longer. It was like my body was bursting at the seams, and I loved every minute of it. I had to rush out to the shops eventually and skip an important meeting that morning, just to find clothes that would fit me - I was at this point almost 7 foot tall and even my panties had split. My pussy lips popped through and I could feel them grazing against my sweaty thighs as I entered the shop, not giving a fuck if anyone could see. The customer stylist seemed incredibly shaky around me. She was approximately half my size, with tanned skin and dark eyes that refused to make contact with mine. She didn’t have much to offer that would fit, except some even bigger heels, a large mens leather coat (XXL) and contrastingly feminine smart dress which at least was super stretchy material. I tugged it as far down as it would go, leaving my split panties behind for the girl to deal with, marked with a shadow of my swollen pussy lips and a little patch of dried cum from when the grazing had excited me. I wondered what she might do with them, and pictured myself holding them onto her nose and mouth… What a good girl I’d make her.

“Uhh, you can pay at the front”, the small woman assured me shyly, blushing. I wondered if she had ever tasted a tall girl's pussy, or a girl's pussy at all.

I took a few long strides to the front of the shop, paused, and looked behind my shoulder to find her eyes mesmerised watching my legs, so I obviously walked out without paying. She wanted me to.

Heading back to the office in my new outfit, I felt overly powerful and confident. It was like my height was finally something to be proud of. I was being treated with respect (or avoidance!) wherever I walked, and I had the upper hand with anyone who crossed my path. The thought of arriving back at my desk even bigger than this morning thrilled me. Would they notice?

1pm

Before getting back, I took a detour through a park and sat on a bench, looking out at the trees and the grass. Crossing my legs I could feel them slipping over each other from the sweat, and I was tensing my pussy intermittently to push my big clit against my muscley thighs. Normal people walked past, taking brief note of my height, but perhaps couldn’t gauge the extent of it whilst sat down. It was a beautiful day, and I felt calm for a moment. But then, I felt the sensation again… My chest was throbbing, nipples pointing through the new dress, my bones stretching, and muscles expanding. I looked down at my clothes and saw that they were practically bursting at the seams - again! My tits were flowing out of my tight dress, and the veins throbbing. I took the large jacket and tried to clasp it over them, barely able to do it up. Eventually it worked, and I sighed with relief that I would look respectable for the important meetings that afternoon.

Still sat on the park bench, I noticed a trail of ants marching up a nearby tree. The line of tiny creatures seemed to move in perfect unison, each one following the other as they climbed higher and higher up the bark. I watched them for a while, fascinated by their tiny bodies and their coordinated movements. “Like mindless little men,” I thought.

As the trail disappeared into the canopy, I wondered what the ants looked like beneath the soil, in the safety of their nest. Did they have the same level of organisation down there? Or did they move more chaotically, driven only by the primal urge to survive?

An urge overtook me. I stood up and walked over to the base of the tree. Without even thinking, I raised my heel and plunged it into the dirt. The tiny ants scattered in all directions, trying to escape the sudden attack.

It was a strange feeling, watching the tiny creatures scatter before me. It was like I was a giant, towering over them and exerting my power. For a moment, I revelled in the feeling of dominance, of being the one in control.

As the ants disappeared into the grass, I was left with a strange sense of emptiness. It was like I had taken something from them, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. And yet, I couldn't deny the thrill of power that came with it… I wanted more. It was like my body was too big for the world around me, and I loved it.

I walked away from the tree, and I could feel my body throbbing again. AGAIN?! My neck stretched upward, my shoulders widened, and my arms became longer. The rush of power and confidence was too intoxicating. I strutted back into the office, my confidence exuding from every pore.

I caught sight of Mark, his smirk now replaced with a look of sheer terror. It was satisfying to see him cower, knowing that he could never have the power that I now possessed. But he wasn't the only one in the office; there were a few other colleagues around that I had never paid much attention to before.

There was Todd, a lanky man with thick-rimmed glasses and a bushy beard. He always drank black coffee and wore the same plaid shirt every day. Then there was Kelly, a petite woman with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. She always wore bright colours and drank green tea with honey. And finally, there was Jack, a muscular man with a shaved head and a booming voice. He drank only water and had a penchant for wearing suits that were a size too small.

As I towered over them all walking into that room, I was more powerful than they could ever be, more dominant than they could ever dream of. And I revelled in it.

"Did… you grow a few more inches overnight?" Mark nervously asks as I sit down at my desk,

I roll my eyes, "Very funny, Mark. You know I don't appreciate your comments about my height."

Kelly, who sits beside me, looks over with concern, "No, really. Are you feeling okay, Lena? You look a little different today."

I shrug, trying to hide my excitement, "I feel fine, just a little tired."

But the truth is, I’m full of excited energy just waiting to peak. I can feel my body still changing, growing taller and stronger by the minute. My tits are pushing the jacket open a little bit now, and my soft stretched skin is showing.

"Are you sure you're okay, Lena?" Todd asks as he eyes my growing body.

I smile, feeling cocky and in control, "Never better, Todd. Just growing into my power."

I catch Jack staring at my breasts, his face bright red and his pants bulging. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that my growth is making these men feel weak and powerless in comparison.

As I sit there, the feeling intensifies, and I squirm in my seat. The leather coat strains against my expanding chest, and my dress rides further up my lengthening thighs. I catch Mark's eye, and for the second time in history, there's no smug smirk on his face. He still looks terrified. Ha. 

"Are you okay, Lena?" he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

I try to respond, but my vocal cords feel strained and hoarse. I'm growing too fast, too much, too quickly.

"Are you alright?" Todd asks again, concern etched on his face.

Before I can answer, I feel a sudden surge of power coursing through my veins. My body continues to expand, my clothes ripping apart at the seams. They all start backing themselves against the glass window with their hands out, to say ‘stop’ whilst speechless. Oops, guess I couldn't understand sign language. 

The rush of power was exhilarating, and I couldn't wait to explore my new abilities. I glanced around the office… The fear and panic on my colleagues' faces only made me feel more powerful. "What's the matter, boys? You never seen a strong, independent woman before?" I quipped, a sly smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Mark, mind popping yourself on all fours under my desk? I've been needing a foot rest for a while."

I thought to myself, 'What did my mother know about what I was capable of? I'm not a damsel in distress waiting for some knight in shining armour to save me. I'm a fucking Giantess, a force to be reckoned with. And I don't need anyone to take care of me.'

Mark, now scuttling under my desk, mumbled something inaudible. Todd's glasses had fogged up, and he nervously fidgeted with his pen, staring at his feet, still backed against the glass wall. Kelly tried to make a run for the door, but I caught her by the ankle and lifted her effortlessly into the air.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" I taunted, examining Kelly's tiny frame as she dangled from my hand. "I think it's time for you to learn who's really in charge here."

I felt a rush of power as I squeezed Kelly's ankle, making her whimper in pain.

“Don’t!” yelped Mark, from under my desk. What a coward.

"Mark, it's nice to see you from up here," I replied, chuckling, still with Kelly dangling in my hand.

Her blouse had gotten caught in her attempted escape, and I could see her perfect stomach exposed. “You work out, Kelly? Looks like you do”, I claimed as I examined her rock hard abs.

“Y-yes, yoga”, she replied. I cackled as she tried getting out of my grip,

“Not proving so strong now, are you?”.

I looked down at the remaining men, what tiny insects. Mark is now also bright red. I can see the bulge in his pants and feel another wave of satisfaction. It's like I can see through him, see all of his weaknesses and insecurities.

"Are you scared of me now, Mark?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"It's okay, Mark," I say, my voice softening. "I don't blame you. I know it must be hard for you to be intimidated by a woman."

He looked up at me with a mix of fear and awe, his face turning even more bright red as he tried to hide his obvious arousal. "Lena, what happened to you? You're...you're a giant!"

I shrugged, feeling a strange sense of nonchalance wash over me. "I don't know, Mark. I just...grew. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?"

Todd and Jack appeared next to Mark, their eyes wide with shock and terror. "This isn't normal," Kelly screamed down to them, her voice quivering.

I grinned down, relishing in their fear. "Oh, I think it's perfectly normal. I'm just becoming more of what I was always meant to be."

Todd looked like he was about to faint, and Jack took a step back, his hands raised in surrender.

"Lena, you need to calm down. You're scaring us," he said, his voice shaking.

I turned and walked away, placing Kelly gently on the ground, in a moment of kindness. My body brushed against the ceiling as I moved, and I had to crouch to get down the flights of stairs because the lift wouldn’t fit me. The rest of the office floors were in chaos, with people running and screaming as I passed by. It was clear that my monstrous form was causing fear and panic wherever I went.

5pm

The rush of power and dominance was far too intoxicating... I continued to grow, my body expanding beyond the confines of the office and out into the city beyond. Hopping over hundreds of commuters, my shadow casting cold darkness in the golden sunlight. I tried tip toeing at first but realised suffering was inevitable. Buildings crumbled beneath my feet, and cars were nothing more than tiny toys beneath me. I couldn't wait to see what other powers and abilities lay dormant within me, waiting to be unleashed. I had already done so much, but knew I could do more. I was itching to figure out what.

Standing over a city that was now nothing more than a collection of tiny toys, I spotted the Shard and London Eye. Within a few moments, I was next to them. My clothes were nothing more than tattered rags, barely covering my body. I had outgrown even the largest buildings. I leant my arm against the sharp tip of the Shard and contemplated how to use it best… Another day, perhaps.

A primal desire for power kept flowing through me.

Then a wave of guilt, remorse, confusion… 

Back and forth I fought these emotions, but the guilt eventually began only lasting a second, with my desire for power far outgrowing any concerns for the city below. I was still aware of the world around me, of the tiny people scurrying around below… Sure, I could hear their panicked screams and pleas for mercy, but I ignored them. They were nothing to me now, nothing more than insignificant bugs to be crushed underfoot.

7pm

Eventually it gets boring. Can you believe it? I was bored. I needed more! Guess I’m also a workaholic when it comes to crushing cities, too. It’s never enough.

That’s when I realised I could shrink myself a little smaller. The size of a house felt suitable - still strong enough to destroy, but small enough to identify my victims…

That was when I met Tom. Oh, sweet little Tom. I couldn't help but notice his small frame, compared to the regular sized humans. Tom wasn’t hiding like the rest of the population, in fact I found him standing right in the middle of Tower Bridge moments before I was about to stomp it down. He was no more than a foot tall, like a barbie doll, with messy brown hair and bright green eyes that shone with mischief. He wore a simple outfit of a white t-shirt and blue shorts, and he looked up at me with a sense of wonder that I found endearing.

The first thing he did was cling onto my leg and beg to crawl up. I could barely feel his feet and hands on me as he made his way up towards my pussy.

“Please, Giantess, let me pleasure you in any way that I can”, he begged, drooling looking up at my juicy tits.

“Are you prepared to keep me happy, and stop me from getting bored?”, I asked.

“Of course, Giantess. I want to serve you until you’re done with me. Use me as your toy until then, please… Please!”’, he whimpered.

“Alright, no one likes a beg, get a grip”,

“Is that a yes, Giantess?”,

“For now”, I sighed, pinching his arm between my fingers and pulling him up into my palm. I traced my finger over his body back and forth, noticing he had a physical response. His tiny dick was pointed high in the sky as he lay on his back in my palm, so I decided to be kind and stroke a little harder.

“Ouch! That hurts”,

“It seems like you enjoy it”,

“Wai-wai-wait!! I’m going to cu-”,

He exploded a tiny amount of white gooey cum into my palm. I flicked it away with my other hand, and noticed he seemed embarrassed.

Physically, Tom was small but perfectly formed. His features were delicate, with a small nose and full lips. His skin was smooth and flawless, and I could feel the tingle of excitement whenever he touched my more sensitive areas. From this point onwards, he was my fun toy, and I loved him for it.

8pm

I could feel my stomach growling. It had been hours since my last meal, and the hunger was beginning to take its toll on me. I felt my anger rising, my 10-foot body shaking with the force of my needs.

"Tom," I said, my voice booming through the streets. "I need to eat. Find me something suitable." I let out a low growl and stomped my feet in annoyance, dropping him on the ground.

Tom looked up at me with concern in his eyes. "Is everything okay, Lena?"

"No, Tom, everything is not okay," I snapped. "I'm starving, and I need to eat something now."

Tom nodded understandingly. "I'll find you something to eat, Lena. I'll be right back."

As Tom scurried off to find me a meal, I tried to calm myself down. I knew I had a tendency to get angry when I was hungry, and I didn't want to scare Tom away… He was such a valued fun toy, my little companion, and I didn't want to lose him.

But as the minutes ticked by and Tom failed to return, my anger began to grow again. I could feel the hunger gnawing at me, making me irritable and restless. I started pacing back and forth, my long strides making the ground shake with each step.

"Where is he?" I muttered to myself. "Why is he taking so long?"

Finally, I saw Tom returning, carrying a box. He was struggling to carry it but was determined to bring it to me. He looked nervous as he approached me, and I could see his hands trembling slightly.

"I found you something to eat, Lena…" he whispered, holding the box over his head with both arms from the sheer weight of it compared to his little body.

I snatched the box from his hands. It was about the size of a big shoebox, made of a dark wood that looked old and weathered. It had intricate carvings on the sides, depicting scenes of tiny people and creatures living among the trees and flowers. As I lifted the lid, I could see that the inside was lined with soft velvet, and there were rows upon rows upon rows of tiny people, all frozen in various poses of fear and panic.

Their clothes were tattered and torn, some were even missing limbs. I could see the terror in their eyes as they realised they were at the mercy of a giantess. The smallest ones were no bigger than a grain of rice, while the largest were about the size of a pinky finger. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of all those little bodies, helpless and vulnerable.

Tom was watching me with a mix of fear and fascination. "Lena, please don't," he said softly, his voice barely audible.

I couldn't help but laugh at his concern. "Why not, my little toy? Don't you want to see what it feels like to be inside me?"

I knew it was wrong to eat them, but the hunger was too much to bear. Without another thought, I plucked one of the tiny people from the box and lifted them to my mouth.

As I bit down, I could feel the tiny person struggling against my teeth, but I was too powerful for it to escape. The taste was strange, but not unpleasant, and I swallowed it down in one gulp.

Tom looked away, his small body trembling with fear.

"Please, Lena, don't eat them. They're alive, just like us!!! Noo"

I could hear the fear in his voice, but I couldn't help myself. The hunger was too much to ignore. As I bit down on the next person, I could feel the rush of power coursing through my body. It was like I was devouring their life force, gaining strength and vitality with each bite. I couldn't stop myself, couldn't control the urge to eat them all.

Tom watched in awe as I consumed the rest of the tiny people, his eyes wide with both fear and excitement. And as I finished my meal, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.

As I lifted them to my mouth, I could hear their screams echoing inside the box. But I didn't care. They were nothing more than little toys, meant to be played with and discarded. And I was a giantess, a force to be reckoned with.

I picked one up with my fingers and held it up to my face, studying him closely. It was a man, probably in his early thirties, with short brown hair and a scruffy beard. He was wearing a cringe city boy black suit and a tie, and he looked like he was on his way to work when he was shrunk down.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "What am I supposed to do with this one?" I asked Tom, still examining the pathetic man in my hand.

"I thought you might like to play with that one," Tom replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "You know, like a toy?"

I looked at Tom, then back at the tiny man. He was so small, so fragile. It would be so easy to crush them with just the slightest bit of pressure, put him out of his misery. He reminded me of Mark. What harm could it do to have a little fun?

I grinned wickedly and closed my fingers around the man in my hand, feeling him squirm and struggle against my grip. It was exhilarating, knowing that I had complete control over this tiny creature. I lifted him up to my face and opened my mouth wide, teasing him with the possibility of being swallowed whole.

"Please...don't eat me," the man pleaded, his voice barely audible.

I laughed at his pathetic pleas, savouring the power I held over him. "Don't worry," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I won't eat you...yet."

Tom watched in horror as I continued to torment the tiny man, using my fingers to prod and tease him. But I could see the excitement in his eyes, the same thrill that I felt coursing through my veins. It was like we were both children again, playing with our toys and enjoying the power we held over them.

I finally devoured them all, relishing in the feeling of their tiny bodies sliding down my throat. As the last of the tiny people disappeared into my stomach, I let out a satisfied burp. Tom looked away in disgust, his eyes filled with tears. A shame he couldn’t be happy for me - he was so promising at first.

That’s the moment I raised my foot and squished Tom into darkness. I could swear he had a grin on his face during the impact. What I would do to find another Tom… My thirst for more will be in constant equilibrium with my need to destroy. Will I always squish the good ones eventually?

10pm

Do you understand?! I am a fucking Giantess now, I refuse to let anyone dim my light, and nothing can stop me.