Reus Village, Ch. 06

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Later on that day, Lauren received a delivery that made her a bit less anxious about the big dinner that evening: a tailor-made sundress that actually didn’t fit her too badly. After Michelle’s phone call, the Reus Village tailors had apparently gotten straight to work fashioning Lauren something presentable that she could wear to her welcome dinner.

“Oh my god, just look at this thing!” Michelle laughed, snatching the dress out of Lauren’s hands and holding it up to her own body. “Hahaha it’s tiiiiny! Barely even comes down to the middle of my ass.”

“H-Hey! Give it back!” laughed Lauren, swiping for the dress on her tiptoes. But Michelle, clearly intent on being a menace, held it up out of her reach, shaking it teasingly over Lauren’s head.

“Hold up now,” Michelle smirked, “I’m getting an intense wave of nostalgia right now — you know, it wasn’t too long ago when I coulda fit into this myself. Jeez, I can’t believe how much I’ve grown!”

“Come on now, Michelle,” Jennifer piped up from her reading chair, putting down her book as she stared up at her two roommates. “Let the girl have her dress, she’s literally been wearing a bath towel all day.”

“But wait, wait,” Michelle replied, holding out a huge hand to effortlessly deflect Lauren’s reaching grasp, “I wanna see if I can still fit into this size.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Jennifer declared, simply but firmly. “Seriously, Michelle, are you kidding me right now!? There’s no WAY you could even BEGIN to fit into that.”

“I knowwwww, I know,” Michelle giggled, winking down at Lauren before she relented and handed the dress back. “Just playin’ around…I mean, look at how narrow the top is! It wouldn’t even be able to fit around my shoulders, much less these hips!”

She gave her hips a loud, resounding smack, and Lauren saw the jiggling quivers of flesh erupt from her outspread hand. Lauren blinked, reminding herself not to stare for too long at Michelle’s twitching hips. But it was just hard not too — her brain still hadn’t gotten used to seeing these kinds of curves on someone who was over four feet taller than she was. And true to form, Michelle caught Lauren staring for a few seconds too long.

“Well?” Michelle smiled, biting her tongue down at Lauren sexily and arching her eyebrow, clearly communicating that she had seen her staring. “You gonna try the dress on or what?”

“Y-yeah…just a sec,” Lauren replied, knowing that she couldn’t save face. She started walking towards the hallway, but then Michelle zoomed in front of her, sliding on the smooth hardwood floor in her socks, blocking the path.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Michelle grinned, bending down low and sticking a long finger into Lauren’s chest. Since the top of Lauren’s head barely came up to the lower part of Michelle’s tits, she still felt dwarfed even though Michelle was bending down towards her.

“I, uh…just going to my room to change?” Lauren offered, her voice rising up questioningly. While she of course enjoyed Michelle’s continued attention, she also felt the more defiant and independent aspect of her personality beginning to flare up. Michelle was a bombshell; there was no question about that. But she could also be a bit exasperating.

“Oh my god, really?” Michelle sighed, rolling her eyes as she rose back up to her full height, putting her hands on her thick hips. “We’ve all dressed and undressed around each other plenty already — come on, you’re among sisters here! Let it all hang out, girl!”

Lauren turned sideways to look at Jennifer, expecting the older, taller, and bigger resident to back her up. But Jennifer just tilted her head to the side and smiled kindly at Lauren, drumming her fingers on the cover of her book.

“Of course, nothing wrong with undressing in your bedroom, if that’s how it has to be for you to be comfortable,” Jennifer said gently. “But Michelle’s right, we’re all really just a big family here, so there’s no need to feel uncomfortable around us.”

Lauren stood there with her dress draped around her arm, feeling a bit silly. It was almost like Jennifer was subtly hinting that she and Michelle would feel slightly offended if Lauren insisted on going to her bedroom to change…or, at least, they might think that Lauren was a bit of a prude or something. And, of course, that was the last thing Lauren wanted.

“Okay…uh, I…okay, sure,” she managed to say, nodding. Michelle was right, after all — it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her naked already.

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’re not pervs here,” Jennifer said reassuringly, glancing up at Michelle and pausing, before adding, “Well…at least, I’M not a perv. Can’t make any promises for Michelle though.”

“Oh, says the girl who’s literally reading smut as we speak!” countered Michelle. Lauren chuckled, enjoying the usual banter as she loosened and dropped the bath towel from around her waist, and then took off the very loose, oversized t-shirt she had been wearing. In a strange way, she regretted this, since wearing such big, loose clothing had actually been arousing. But she was still very uncomfortable bursa escort with the idea of being that aroused around her two new roommates — especially Michelle, not to mention the rest of Reus Village — and so the new dress was certainly a boon.

“Um, excuse me,” replied Jennifer matter-of-factly, slowly rising from her reading chair as she brandished her hardback book at Michelle, “This is Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which is something called “literature,” but I’m not sure you know what that means…”

Lauren was reminded of just how huge Jennifer was, even compared to Michelle. Standing up to her full 16’8, Jennifer towered over them both. 14’2 Michelle’s head barely coming up to Jeniifer’s shoulder, and Lauren herself staring straight ahead into the wide curve of Jennifer’s hips. The book in her hand looked like a normal little mass-produced paperback novel, but Lauren knew that, in her own hands, it would have looked like a massive dictionary. She smiled to herself as Jennifer and Michelle kept going at it, back and forth, as she turned her own attention to the new dress. It was a lovely color, a deep, royal blue, and it appeared to be made out of especially soft cotton, which felt wonderful against her skin. Pushing down any residual embarrassment, she stripped down completely and then slipped the dress on. She felt a slight sinking in her chest — it was still too big! It fit her better than the towel and loose t-shirt, or, at least, it appeared to at first. It didn’t look cartoonishly huge on her frame, but there was no doubt that the spaghetti straps still hung loosely on her shoulders, to the extent that, if she moved a certain way, one of the straps would actually droop all the way down to her upper arm. The dress itself had been designed to go down to her upper shins, but it was so big that it was bunched up loosely at her feet, with several inches of fabric to spare. Lauren had been optimistic at first, but now, as she stood there, with those loose straps and the excess fabric bunched up around her bare feet, she couldn’t help but feel that she looked absolutely ridiculous.

Despite her initial disappointment, though, Lauren felt a surge of arousal go through her as she stood there in the oversized dress, feeling an overwhelming sense of smallness encompass her. It was her fetish again, rearing its head. Thankfully, though, she could just keep it to herself. Jennifer and Michelle hadn’t even noticed how the dress fit yet, since they were still sniping at each other far above Lauren’s head.

“Yeah, well all I know is that DH-whatever-his-name-is had a German mistress who liked to dom him,” Michelle was saying, “So think about that next time you…ohhhh hahaha damn Lauren!”

She had noticed the dress, and together, she and Jennifer looked down at Lauren standing there, blinking up at them sheepishly.

“Aww, sweetheart,” Jennifer said sympathetically, bending down to one knee and starting to mess with the extra fabric around Lauren’s feet, “Still just a little big on you, huh?”

“Just a little!?” Michelle giggled, beginning to orbit Lauren as she shamelessly ogled her from top to bottom, “Jenn, I know you’re just trying to be nice, but come on — it’s supposed to be a sundress, but it looks like an oversized ballroom gown!”

“How tall did you tell them she was!?” Jennifer asked, a note of accusation in her voice. Lauren appreciated Jennifer’s protectiveness, but she was currently distracted by the fact that, even on her knees, Jennifer’s nose was even with the top of Lauren’s head.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Michelle said, putting her hands up innocently, “I told them she was 10’2 — I don’t think they’re used to making clothes for such a shortie, Lauren!”

“Hmm, if we kinda bunch up the extra bits here around your feet, it doesn’t look too bad,” Jennifer muttered, getting busy as she bent down and started rolling up the fabric. “We could even pin the rolls up, you know. Although that might look kinda tacky, now that I think about it…”

“No that’s…that’s alright,” Lauren said, smiling appreciatively at Jennifer. “I’ll just sorta, I don’t know…hold it up myself, I guess. While I’m walking, you know? And then when I’m sitting down it won’t really matter anyway.”

“Mhm…well okay,” Jennifer nodded, “If that’s what you think is best. I’m sorry, Lauren — haha, I guess this dress is the best Reus could whip up for you today!”

“No! No I actually love it!” Lauren exclaimed meaningfully. “I mean, I know it’s way too big still, but…like, it feels really nice. And it’s at least kinda passable, right?”

“Yes, it’s definitely passable,” Jennifer agreed, “Though I just wish those straps were tighter.”

“Well at least it’s tight on her ass,” Michelle observed, pointing down. Jennifer stepped around behind Lauren to get a good look, and she and Michelle shared a smirk as Lauren blushed crimson, trying unsuccessfully to hide how much she was enjoying the objectification.

“H-Hey…don’t talk about my ass like that!” she protested, unable to maintain a serious face.

“Like what?” bursa eskort bayan Michelle countered. “Like pointing out that it’s FAT?”

“Stopppp…!” giggled Lauren, blushing more as she pivoted around, trying to hide her backside from the other two.

“I mean, like, if you keep growing,” Michelle continued, “And eventually reach my height…I’m just sayin’ Lauren…I know I’ve got a huge ass too, but you might end up giving me a run for my money!”

The three of them laughed together, and, despite the dress not being exactly what she had expected or wanted, Lauren found herself happy that things had turned out the way they had. Yes, it was going to be embarrassing to show up to her welcome dinner in a dress that was THIS oversized, but she knew that she was privately going to get a real sexual thrill out of it. The only thing that remained now was for them to find her some kind of acceptable footwear. Michelle had gone digging in the hallway closet again as Jennifer slipped on her own sundress, this one a gorgeous, deep scarlet, that fit her perfectly. She glanced at her phone as she slipped into a pair of black flats.

“Hmmm, hope we can find you something quick,” she said to Lauren, “Cause it’s about time for us to start heading down there to Greg and Nancy’s.”

The mere mention of the lead couple at Reus made Lauren swallow nervously. She made a mental note of what she had been told — Greg was 26 feet tall, and his wife, Nancy, was 32 feet…and their older daughter Nicole was 38 feet, and their younger daughter Kayley was 33 feet, and apparently still growing super-fast. Her mind went blank trying to picture how huge all these people were, and how huge all the other Reus residents were going to be.

“Anything?” called Jennifer into the hallway. “Come on Michelle, we’ve gotta get going here.”

“Ugh, well I think this is the best we can do,” Michelle replied a few seconds later, emerging with a pair of white high heels. “These were what I wore when I was 12 feet…so they’ll be huge on you, Lauren…but it’s the best we can do.”

“Damn, should’ve asked the Welcome Center for some shoes too,” muttered Jennifer, half to herself.

“I don’t think they’ve got anything for her, Jenn,” said Michelle truthfully, handing Lauren the high heels. “She’s way smaller than anyone else who’s come here, so she’s just gonna have to wear all this oversize stuff until she gets bigger.”

Lauren just stood there, cradling the big white heels in her grasp, feeling yet another wave of arousal surge through her. She was almost afraid to put the shoes on, since she didn’t want to make it too obvious that she found the prospect of wearing oversized shoes VERY hot. But what else could she do right now? They had to leave soon, and she certainly couldn’t go to the dinner barefoot, and so, the next moment, she bent down, put the heels on the floor, and then carefully stepped into them. Even though the heels themselves were 10 inches tall — making Lauren a full 11’0 tall now — she barely noticed any difference in her size compared to both Jennifer and Michelle. She was still staring up at Michelle’s tits, and was still barely peeking over the curve of Jennifer’s thick hips. It was crazy — these heels were undoubtedly the tallest she had ever worn, and they did nothing to make her feel bigger. If anything, they actually made her feel much smaller, because of how much room was still left. And even though she was certainly very aroused, Lauren found herself dreading the first steps that she was going to take.

“Well there we go,” Jennifer said kindly, “Those don’t look half-bad, you know! I like the way the white compliments the blue of your dress, Lauren.”

“Thanks,” smiled Lauren sheepishly, blushing as she stood there awkwardly, holding her dress up with both hands so that it didn’t bunch all around her feet.

“Mhm…yeah, the colors work,” hummed Michelle, stroking her chin, “But now how about you go ahead and walk around a bit, Lauren, hrmmm? Just to see how they feel.”

There was no getting out of it, and of course it was Michelle who was urging her to make herself look ridiculous. Lauren took a deep breath and stepped forward gingerly, her heeled foot going down on the floor with a loud clomp. She felt her foot shifting awkwardly in the far-oversized heel, but she just kept going, lifting up her other foot and starting to walk around the compound. Michelle had her arms crossed in front of her chest, brazenly smirking, obviously delighted with how silly Lauren looked in the oversized heels, and even Jennifer had turned slightly red and was hiding her mouth with her hand, trying to disguise the adoring smile that was splashed across her face.

*Clomp* *Clomp* *Clomp*

It was impossible for Lauren not to feel utterly ridiculous — it was like she was a little girl again, wearing a grown-up pair of heels as the adults watched her plod around awkwardly, utterly entertained.

“Uhhh, I…yeah, I mean, these are a little too big,” Lauren said, feeling like she should probably at least say something out loud so she could play off her arousal as embarrassment.

“A little?” grinned Michelle, before Jennifer reached out and punched her in the shoulder, as if to say, ‘Quit riding her!’

“But that’s not to say, uhm…that I can’t wear them tonight,” Lauren continued, “As long as they don’t look too…you know…ridiculous.”

“Sweetie,” Jennifer began after reaching out and clamping her huge hand over Michelle’s mouth, “They look fine. Sure, they’re obviously too big, but they should be completely okay for tonight. Don’t worry, everyone will understand. Remember, at some point, we’ve all been where you are right now, so try not to stress about it all. You’re among friends now, Lauren…people who know exactly what you’re going through. So they’ll all get it.”

As she spoke, Jennifer had been wrestling with Michelle, who was play-fighting to free her mouth from Michelle’s hand. But, try as she might, the 14’2 mini-giantess had no leverage over her 16’8 roommate. It was still amazing for Lauren to see that, even though Michelle was absolutely massive compared to her, she couldn’t do anything at all against Jennifer.

“Geez, so dramaticccc!” Michelle burst out after Jennifer had finally released her. “I wasn’t gonna say anything bad! Just…” — and here, she turned and stared down at Lauren, her eyes sparkling mischievously — “That one of us is probably gonna need to hold hands with her when we walk down the hill toward Greg and Nancy’s. I’d hate to see our hot new roommate trip and faceplant in front of the whole village because my old shoes are too big!”

Michelle turned about to be absolutely correct. Even though Lauren had been determined to walk down the hill on her own, after the third time she stumbled, Michelle had reached out and seized her hand, completely enveloping Lauren’s hand in her own, as she held her firmly upright.

“Okay, enough of that “independence” talk,” Michelle chuckled, shaking her head down at Lauren as she helped her maintain her balance. “You’re holding my hand at least until we get down this hill.”

“But I…l-look, why don’t I just take the heels off?” asked Lauren, annoyed at herself for being so awkward and ungainly in the oversized shoes.

“Nooooo, no, come on, are you kidding?” retorted Michelle, as Jennifer walked in front of them, her much-larger strides making it hard for Michelle — and especially Lauren — to keep up. “Letting you walk into your welcome dinner barefoot!? Pssssh, no way, the others wouldn’t let me and Jennifer hear the end of it!”

“But just until we get to the bottom of the hill…?” Lauren protested, but her words died in her throat as she saw Michelle silently, humorously shake her head as she bit her lower lip. Lauren suddenly understood: Michelle was getting a real kick out of watching Lauren stumble around in her old heels, so she was going to make Lauren keep wearing them, no matter what…and not only that, but Lauren was beginning to suspect that Michelle might be just as into this “size comparison fetish” as she was herself, except from the opposite end of the spectrum. The way Michelle looked at her, teased her, and messed around with her made Lauren suspect that she had a thing for smaller women. And, of course, by Reus standards, Lauren wasn’t just smaller — she was positively tiny.

‘Or maybe I’m just reading too much into her,’ Lauren thought to herself, feeling her feet lift a bit off the ground, with her heels dangling off them, as Michelle “helped” her over a particularly steep incline of the hill, ‘Because she’s so hot and I want it to be true…but…but DO I!? Ugh, I don’t know…I don’t know what I want!’

Lauren began to feel like her mind was spiraling in on itself, struggling to process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. The sheer spatial disorientation would have been more than enough to send her for a loop, but now, on top of being nervous about meeting the rest of the village, she was also dealing with the fact that she was already developing a big crush on her hot roommate!? As they descended toward the bottom of the hill, and rounded a bend, Lauren took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind and steady her body. It would be fine. It would all be fine — Michelle and Jennifer were there with her.

But nothing could have prepared Lauren for what she saw as they rounded the last bend. The landscape suddenly opened up, and there, standing there before them, all arrayed in an elegant greenscape, was an enormous mansion. It reminded Lauren almost of the pictures she had seen of the Palace of Versailles, though it wasn’t quite as opulently decked-out. The sheer sprawling size of the building took her breath away, and she could immediately believe that a family of real-life 30’0-and-higher giants and giantesses lived there. Off to the side of the house, next to an expansive green field, was a large pond — really more like a lake — that reflected the blood-red rays of the early-evening sun as they shimmered and danced across its surface, which was strangely wild and choppy, as if something huge had recently disturbed it. Michelle kindly let go of Lauren’s hand, and, as she was able to steady herself in her heels, Lauren couldn’t help but feel like the Reus mansion, together with the landscaping around it, was one of the prettiest, most gorgeous sights she had ever seen.