Macro Monthly

By Mara More

Space is, as have so often been said, big. Really, really big. Laying down in the grass and looking up at the night sky, you can lose yourself in the utter enormity of the celestial landscape, in the light of dying stars and galaxies born anew. It goes on forever. And you, an infinitesimal cog in the eternal machine, reminded of your place in the universe, as insignificant as the dust beneath your feet. It’s easy to feel small.

But as it turns out, it’s not the only thing that produces that sense of awe and wonder…

***

“We appreciate you joining the crew for the expedition, but we have some concerns.” Zoe folded her hands on the table in front of her. She was a Synth, clad in silver and purple, watching Scarlett through a visor that concealed her sensors and displayed her expression through an array of lights. Next to her sat Zara, flamboyant and grinning; the blue-skinned alien wore a bodysuit that showed off every inch of her no doubt enhanced curves, delighting in making their new hire blush at every opportunity.

Scarlett studied them both. “Seems a little late for cold feet now, unless you mean to turn the ship around.”

“It’s nothing that we can’t resolve on the fly,” Zoe said. “But which should be taken care of sooner rather than later.”

“Before you find out on your own and scramble your brain in the process,” Zara interjected, training her sly smile on the Earthling.

“Very cryptic.” Scarlett frowned at the two. She had signed up a week earlier at the Free Space Port orbiting Pluto; her first jaunt out of the Solar System but definitely not the last; the young pilot aimed to make a name for herself out there, among the stars. Where better to make her start than with a pair of infamous (and dubiously legal) adventurers?

“A necessary device, I’m afraid.” Zoe’s electronic face assumed an apologetic expression. “The better to ease you into knowledge that has so far been concealed from you.”

“And before you try to get into someone’s pants and find out the direct way.” Zara offered.

“Stranger and stranger. I can’t tell if you’re trying to recruit me into a cult or some kind of sex thing. Maybe both.”

“Definitely both,” Zara quipped, causing Zoe to roll her virtual eyes at her.

“If the both of you could take this seriously, for just a moment longer…”

“Right,” Scarlett said, prying her eyes from the saucy blue spacebabe beside her. “So what is the problem?”

“An inflated sense of self-importance.” Zara said.

“Not personally, mind,” Zoe followed quickly. “Of your species in general and its place in the universe. knowledge that the Terran corpus of galactic knowledge has severe limitations—and if we don’t induct you, future encounters with other scavengers or worse might turn ugly.”

“Plus, it makes the ‘getting into my pants’ part much simpler.” Zara said.

“Get to the point, already.” Scarlett tapped the table. “What do you want to tell me? My brain is sturdy enough for whichever supposedly earth-shattering news you’re building up to.”

“An apt turn of phrase,” Zoe said. “Tell me, what’s the biggest sapient species that you’re aware of?”

“The biggest?” Scarlett frowned again; this wasn’t going where she thought it would. “Like, tallest? I’m not the greatest xenobiologist around, but Senarians reach, like, 9-10 feet, right? Or are you looking for some kind of alien whale analogue?”

“Those do exist and they are space-faring, but let’s concern ourselves with the anthropomorphics for the moment.”

“The kinds you might read about in your magazines, for example.” Zara said, winking at Scarlett. “Like the copy of Macro Monthly I found in your locker.”

“Hey, that’s private!” Scarlett flushed, shooting daggers at the smug cerulean. “And that’s just fiction. Don’t get sidetracked and get to the point.”

“That is the point,” Zara continued, leaning forward (and making sure that Scarlett got an eyeful of her burgeoning cleavage, her zipper drawn low). “You Earthlings think that it’s fiction. But it’s more real than you realize.”

Scarlett found herself quivering in the intensity of Zara’s gaze. She glanced towards Zoe, but the Synth offered no help. “What’re you saying? That the universe is full of giantesses that humanity never discovered? That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? You’ve heard of size-manipulation technology, right? Devices to scale things up and down.” Zara played with the choker around her neck and the irregular set of beads that ran along one side of it.

Scarlett was thoroughly captivated. Her throat felt dry. “I have.”

“Scaling matter up takes enormous amounts of energy,” Zoe said. “Temporarily shrinking it, however…”

Zara looked Scarlett straight in the eye. “How tall do you think I am?”

“Six feet…?” Scarlett said, struggling against her furious blush.

“And without this?” Zara said, flicking a dial that saw her suddenly growing right out of her seat, towering above the conference table and Scarlett in particular, an amazon of a woman and rapidly growing into giantess territory:

“How tall do you really think I am?”

***

Scarlett was in shock. She was in denial. And she was incredibly turned on.

There was no point in hiding it. Both of her employers could clearly tell, even if Zara had momentarily eased up on the teasing to focus on the waves of erotic pleasure that surged through her body as it grew. The size compression device on her neck sent out shimmering waves of energy around her form, letting out her supposedly tremendous true size bit by bit. Remarkably, her sexy spacesuit remained intact, expanding along with her towering body—though Scarlett couldn’t help but notice how it grew even tighter around her chest and her hips as her chair buckled nosily beneath her increasing weight.

“Humanity isn’t the only one of the smaller races who hasn’t yet discovered the scale of the galactic community. And the explorers who do venture out of the home system to discover the truth rarely return.” Zoe gave only the slightest of concessions to the growing woman beside her, trusting Zara to aim herself away from the two of them as her head reached the ceiling.

“You don’t say,” Scarlett murmured, utterly transfixed. “So why’re you—are all the Tantalans like Zara huge? Why are the ships so small, then?”

“Standard patterns. Plus, much easier to avoid planetary damage this way.” Zoe smiled, as if that made perfect sense.

“Did you say planetary?” Scarlett trembled, looking up at Zara. “H-how big are you going to get?”

“Bigger,” the azure giantess growled huskily. Unlike Scarlett, she had no qualms about displaying how horny she was and openly touched herself as her figure filled half the conference room.

“Not in here,” Zoe interjected. “Out into the bay, before you dent the walls.”

“It’s a rental, anyway,” Zara complained, but complied, opening the double doors that lead into the belly of the freighter, left empty in anticipation of their haul at the end of the mission—and, Scarlett realized, for this exact scenario.

“Need a hand?” Scarlett ventured, gazing longingly (though still furiously blushing) after Zara’s tremendous ass as she wiggled it through the door frame.

“I got it. But I will take you up on that offer later. When I’m closer to my real size.” The shimmer continued and the alien let out a pleasured gasp as she exploded with size in the far roomier space of the cargo bay. Standing, she would have left Scarlett at hip-height (a size differential that the Earthling would have been more than eager to explore) and now added on whole feet of height at a time, making Scarlett struggle to even reach her knees. A virtual wonderland of feminine curves and a knowing smirk atop it that was so far past ‘flirtatious’ that it made Scarlett wonder why the giantess hadn’t simply seized her bodily. Scarlett, for one, would happily do anything Zara wanted…

“Does it always feel that good?” Scarlett ventured.

“Usually. Better when I’ve got a cute admirer to tease.” Zara folded her legs beneath her, making sure that even a blind woman would’ve noticed that her curves were clearly bigger than they had been a moment ago. And still, as she squeezed the front of her suit and moaned, growing.

“It’s an interesting side effect,” Zoe said. “But, as you might imagine, not one that anyone has been in a hurry to rectify.”

“I bet.” Scarlett gave the Synth a sideways glance. She couldn’t believe that anyone could stay that calm when you had a horny, gorgeous goddess growing out right next to you. But she supposed that that was exactly the point. “So this is normal? The galactic populace is literally super-sized?”

“Not all of it. But more than you might expect, along a range of scales,” Zoe said. “Another reason that the standard pattern was agreed upon.”

“An absolutely miniscule standard. But oh well. It’s entertaining to grow out of.” Zara cast her godlike gaze upon her new pilot. “Get out here. You can’t see a thing from that angle.”

“Yes ma’am.” Scarlett advanced, gawking at the pillar-like thighs of the nascent titaness as she approached—and with a none too subtle coaxing, got in close, right between Zara’s legs.

“Might as well take advantage of the opportunity,” Zara said, grinning. “This show is for your education, but nobody says education can’t be sexy.”

Somewhere behind Scarlett, Zoe rolled her eyes—but given that she now found herself in the lap of a 30-foot tall giantess, Scarlett couldn’t bring herself to object. “I didn’t expect that you were going to be so literal about me getting into your pants…”

“I’m full of surprises. Honestly, I was just going to squeeze you between my tits, but if you want to jump straight to slipping into my pussy, that’s fine too.” Zara grinned and added a whole ten feet to her already towering height in one go.

What a tell, Scarlett thought to herself, Showing how horny you are by how fast you grow. But seeing Zara get bigger like that just made her more turned on and, again, the cerulean goddess knew it.

“I-I’m good with either,” she said.

“Not while you’re aboard this ship, you’re not.” Zoe had relocated to the cockpit, her voice blaring over the intercoms as the outer bay doors began their cumbersome opening sequence. “Get off if you need to get off.”

“Yes, mom.” Zara said. “You heard her. Get on board.” She held out her hand for Scarlett to sit in.

“Do we really have to go spacewalking? Just to get enough room for all of you? You’re bigger than this whole cargo bay—this whole ship?”

“I can tell by that cute look on your face that you’re hoping that the answer is yes.”

Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat. “Well. Yeah.”

“Good. Climb aboard,” Zara said. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

***

The bulky freighter sailed soundlessly though the stellar sea. Beside it soared the Quicksilver, the space adventuring duo’s sleek corvette. And now, out came Zara in all of her full-figured glory, along with Scarlett, safely tucked into the gigantic woman’s cleavage.

Going helmetless wasn’t out of the ordinary, with the nigh-magical nanotech that protected her against the vacuum of space and kept her lungs full of air, but relying fully on the suite of alien technology still went against every ounce of her training. Her anxiety was alleviated by the encouragement of the enormous, blue-skinned giantess, who seemed so big in Scarlett’s eyes that the laws of physics might simply bow to her will, should she need it. It made her feel better about the outrageous endeavour—and beyond excited to see what would come next.

“Oh yes, that’s far better,” Zara said, flush with relief as her form unfurled from her cooped up crouch and stretched taller by the moment. “It’s too rare that I get to really unwind.”

Scarlett was acutely aware of every added inch, feeling herself all but dwindle away in the heavenly soft pressure between Zara’s breasts. She had longed to touch her, wondering what her kiss might feel like, and now she was as close as could be, sharing her heat and the beat of her heart.

“Well, here’s the place to go for it,” Scarlett suggested ever so carefully.

Zara pounced upon it. “Is that your way of saying that I’m going too slow?” She laughed, grinning down at her tiny passenger. “I can do something about that…”

The world shook around Scarlett. Fucking hell, she told herself, She really is as big as the whole ship! Or even bigger…

“Mmh…” Zara was openly rubbing herself. Why not? Who was going to complain? (Zoe, probably, for giving the astronomers a free show, but that was nothing new.) And she was sizing up, and fast. A hundred feet became several hundred; then several thousand. Her cleavage become a canyon of jiggly titflesh, no less so as her breasts bloomed far beyond the size of her own head—and more besides when the titaness finally relented and unzipped all the way, leaving her snazzy spacesuit to fold itself up into her choker as her divine, naked form filled the space between the ships.

Scarlett’s heart beat at a machine gun pace. There was so much Zara to touch and admire, to shiver and moan for, and to sink fully into the size-lusting infatuation that the azure alien had pegged her for from the start. When she saw the bare giantess touch herself on the video screens on her retina (helpfully provided by Zoe and a swarm of drones) and heard her husky voice, that was it; Scarlett was officially cumming her brains out, hardly even needing any friction at all to orgasm in the depth of Zara’s cleavage.

“There we go,” Zoe’s voice cut in on the radio, “I was wondering how long you’d hold out.”

“She’s a romantic,” Zara boomed from above while Scarlett’s ears were burning. “Waiting for us to cum together. I appreciate the gesture.”

“It’s a good sign. A better reaction than most. The median human would’ve broken by now.”

“Told you I could handle it,” Scarlett murmured.

“Handle it and more,” Zara said. “That’s what you want, right? More?”

“Come on,” Zoe said, “Go easy on her. It’s the first time she’s seen a mile-tall woman.”

Scarlett bit her lip. “I… I could handle a little more.”

“Darling, there’s nothing little about me. Zoe didn’t misspeak. My species grow to the size of planets.”

“You’re trying to make me cum again, aren’t you?”

“Only a little bit.” Even without direct view of Zara’s face, Scarlett could picture her grin as clear as day. “The rest is exposure therapy so you don’t get a fright if my compression gear ever fails, or if you try to brawl with some other aliens. But since you’re one of the few of your kind who’re into ladies of my size rather than trying to flee, we might as well have a little fun.”

“Nothing little about this kind of fun,” Scarlett quipped and got a genuine laugh from the giantess.

“Attagirl.” Zara fished Scarlett out of her cleavage with impeccable precision, holding her up between her fingertips before smothering her in a kiss. “All the fun you can handle and more. As I’m sure you’ll be delighted to know, I’m bigger than most Tantalans. And we never stop growing.”

Zoe scoffed over the radio. “Show-off.”

“Sounds like she’s got your number,” Scarlett said. She had a shy, vulnerable smile on her face, growing firmer and more secure by the moment. “So go ahead. Show off. Let me see everything.”

“Everything, huh? You got it.” Zara winked. “Hold on tight.”

***

Space is silent. Usually. But not on this occasion: Zara was growing too fast, too lustily to keep quiet; she moaned, her body rumbled, and the unlucky meteorites that collided with her vast, curvy form disintegrated on contact.

The Quicksilver, with the freighter in tow, sped out of the way to avoid the same fate. It almost wasn’t enough; Zara, no longer enjoying her decompression but actively trying to prove a point, was on the scale of a natural phenomena; a celestial hazard, rapidly expanding to all sides like a cerulean supernova. The mile of woman became miles; tens, then hundreds, more vast than any living thing had a right to be in Scarlett’s still shattered conception of the way of the world. But not too big for her fantasies—or for the brave new world of galactic size that she had been ushered into.

Scarlett lost her grip on Zara’s fingertip (which had transfixed her with the trippy view of her fingerprints growing to the size of geographical features, becoming great ridges above and below her) and whirled into space. Or maybe Zara had meant to drop her. It was hard to tell, with the godlike Tantalan now losing truly losing herself in the sauce, her orgasms coming one after the other as she ascended to a bigger scale of existence. Or returned to it, Scarlett considered. But hey—if it felt that fucking good to go back and forth, no wonder that Zara was so eager to demonstrate.

A telekinetic force seized the free-falling pilot. She got a good view of Zara again, now finding herself below the vast woman’s breasts, with a view of the tantalizing path down to her thick, gorgeous thighs and the cleft that lay between them. And she saw the object that Zara had plucked from the sky and shoved against her cunt.

“Is that a fucking moon?” Scarlett gasped, staring at the astronomical sex toy.

“Nobody was using it.” Zara breathed hotly. “Not like I’m using it, anyway. Fuck, it’s breaking already…”

“Holy shit…”

“Now you see,” Zoe’s voice crackled in her ear, “Why compression is necessary.”

“Fuck that,” Zara boomed, “If our little cadet decides that she can handle me at full size, then I’ll give her full size.” She was still getting bigger, stretching herself many thousands of miles through space, and rapidly becoming the centerpiece of Scarlett’s personal mythology.

“You’re the size of a whole world…”

“Mmh. Hot, right?”

“There’s a reason we didn’t pull this stunt back at the Pluto outpost,” Zoe said. “Or our friend here would’ve ended shoving the whole thing inside herself.”

“I still might,” Zara said.

“Your loss,” Scarlett admitted, “I would’ve signed up for free.”

“Ah, yes,” Zoe said, “Speaking of fees. We’re not getting paid for this show, Zara; might be time to pump the brakes and get back on track for our actual mission.”

The planet-dwarfing giantess exhaled. “I’m not sure I can. I haven’t had such an enthusiastic little cheerleader for a long time. My body feels like it wants to push the limits. See how big I’ve grown in all that time I’ve been cooped up at that miniscule scale…”

“You don’t sound like you’re trying very hard.”

Zara flicked her clit. “Oh, I’m hard alright. Scarlett, want to know how big I really am, when I’m all maxed out? I can darken a sun with nothing the tip of my nipple.”

“Zara!” Zoe cut in, “You’re going to attract undue attention. Get a grip on yourself.”

“Yes,” the azure giantess cooed, sinking her hand into her plentiful titflesh. “Getting a really good grip…”

Scarlett bit her lip. Maybe she had egged Zara on too much. Zoe’s protests were exceedingly reasonable. But if she had the power to change their sizes at will, she wouldn’t trust herself to do the sensible thing either. Gods, she was so pretty—dominating space itself with her presence, stars dancing in her eyes. To hell with the mission. If only she could share a night with this all-powerful goddess, Scarlett’s life would be well spent.

Her reverie was broken by a thunderous explosion. Once again, Scarlett was spinning out of control, fully at the mercy of the shock waves that sent her spiraling away from the endless expanse of Zara’s trim belly. She was vaguely aware of the gasp from above and from the fact that something big was approaching. Perhaps Zoe had been right; something had noticed Zara’s carefree destruction of a celestial object and moved to intercept her.

When the spinning stopped, Scarlett found that it was right—the part that she hadn’t guessed was that the thing that had appeared to stop Zara was none other than Zoe herself.

“H-how…!?” Scarlett croaked, feeling the strain on her mind as she processed what her eyes told her: that Zoe, that cute, matter-of-factly Synth that she had last seen piloting the ship was now an impossibly vast giantess of her own, fully Zara’s equal in stature and in curves. If not for the drones, Scarlett had no way to even guess at what might have laid beyond the two sets of astronomical tits that pressed together so far above her.

“Funny thing, isn’t it?” Zoe said. “You can be told how size compression works. You can even see play out, in detail. And yet, the moment I deactivate mine, you worldview breaks.”

“I think she’s just stunned by your figure, darling. You weren’t exactly flaunting your boobs back on the ship,” Zara said.”

“You did it so fast!” Scarlett said. “And, and, and… Why are you huge? You’re synthetic, no? Why would you be growing anything?”

“I’m 20% nanobots by weight and you think me growing is outrageous?” Zoe lifted an eyebrow. “I need to keep up with this unrepentant macrophile—do you really think she hasn’t fitted me with every size-booster in existence?”

Zara grinned. “Guilty as charged.”

Scarlett was reeling. Zoe was right—this kind of thing, the perspective changes, the mass, the sheer impossible scale playing out in front of you, could break your mind. She was ready and willing, but the tug of war between her sense of disbelief and her desires was stretching her further than she could manage.

“Don’t worry, your vitals are still within a healthy,” Zoe said. “But for now, get back to the ship.”

“But I’m not done yet…” Zara said.

“Both of you.”

Scarlett didn’t know what to say. More to the point, she didn’t know how to. Her mouth had stopped working the way it used to; it was as if its operating manual had changed to an entirely different language. She was faintly aware of the freighter returning to her, a gunmetal brick of ship that detached itself the background of cosmic curves to swoop in and pick her up.

Somehow, she found her way to her bed. Not by her own power, she realized later; the way there had become a blur, as her senses stopped registering the separate moments and instead captured everything into one long, smeared out sensation. Zara had come aboard as well, that’s all she knew, because she remembered the woman leaning down by her side to whisper in her ear:

“Get some rest. There’ll be time for a planetary titfuck later.” Zara waggled her eyebrows and left, her laugh echoing behind her. “Sweet dreams. Think of me and how big you’d like me to be.”

Scarlett did. Dangerously so. When she woke up this morning, she was in one world; now, she was in another. Reality seemed to have become as malleable as a ball of clay. If these sexy aliens could grow big enough to juggle suns, who was to say what was possible and what wasn’t? Had it all been a horny dream? Had her entire life been? And if her world could become what she wanted it to be, why couldn’t she dream her crew even bigger? Why should she accept any limits?

As Scarlett finally drifted off to sleep, she heard Zara and Zoe’s voices, giggling faintly in her ear; and as she looked up, she found herself at the center of the universe—with the gorgeous Tantalan and Synth surrounding her as a cosmic Yin and Yang; huge, powerful, and sexy beyond comprehension.

Scarlett shivered, hearing their booming, sultry voices from far away, speaking as one:

“Feeling small yet?”