GITJ Post 286: A Date at the Movies, p2

Yes, yes, I was on her lap. Again. And I was still gaping, I could feel it. Melissa had walked into our row of seats at the theater, just as the lights had gone down. She’d come in with a bucket of popcorn, scooching past Shanette on my right, and my jaw had dropped, my eyes goggling. This was my date?!? She looked so amazing, even in the dim light of the theater, that I couldn’t help but stare. So tall, so strong, in a tight pair of black leggings, hair down and soft, and her enormous, gravity-defying bosom on miraculous display. Good lord her blue tank was obviously built for the gods, and structurally designed to present a heart-stopping display of mindblowing cleavage, much more than I was used to seeing from her. So in my speechlessness I had nary a complaint and she didn’t say much as I was quickly hoisted from my seat and deposited on her big, muscular thighs, and suddenly realized that for as good as she looked, she smelled even better.

The girls all cooed, watching that moment. Women now loved seeing men being overpowered. It had become a thing.

“Heyyyyy, you. Were you still cold..?” Melissa had then drawled to me in hushed greeting, arranging Lakshmi’s thick white hoodie over my lap again, setting her popcorn down onto it. She didn’t want to disturb the other movie-goers with her late entry, and though she was trying to be quiet and as unobtrusive as a 6’4” Amazon built like a sex-god could be, obviously no one could ignore her presence. Eyes were on us, from everywhere.

“H-hey…” I’d replied, heart racing. as she, dutifully and swiftly, began to arrange me into a position so we could each see the screen. She reclined our lounger a bit - her legs rising up under mine as the seat front extended out - and tried to pull my neck and shoulders back into the hug of her bosoms. But I felt the eyes of everyone on us even more strongly now and resisted, still sitting up straight. I must look pitiable already, I thought, and flushed warmly.

She sensed, immediately, my agitation. Though she must have known how the expanse of her body would make the most comfortable of cocoons, she also understood my male pride and how it still rankled at me being dwarfed by a woman. “It’s OK,” she hushed, whispering to me and then kissing the back of my neck, making my toes curl, “pretend it’s just the two of us.”

“o-okay…” I agreed, as her warmth had already begun to work its way up into my body from her thighs, calming me. Her large hand was splayed out across my thin chest, covering well over half of it, and as she began to gently bounce me up and down on her thighs, I felt her slowly pulling me backward towards her until I felt the enormous, firm plushness of those grand breasts against my back.  They squished into me and quickly emanated out from both sides of my body. I could see her tits swelling on both sides of my periphery, like her breasts were literally swallowing me.

“Oh my god you guys…” Shanette lauded, from our right, leaning over with her own healthy display of shadowed boobage, “You two are just so adorable!”

“Aren’t they??” added the busty blonde Katie, from the row behind.

“Shh..!” Lakshmi scolded, from our left, “Previews!”

Melissa giggled, and held me closer so we could watch the trailer for the upcoming romcom MommyGF!. Her warmth had quickly ameliorated my chill, and the perfect firm softness of her body had me captivated and docile. Already I could feel my erection growing in my pants, and was thankful for the coverage of Lakshmi’s sweatshirt. At Melissa’s request from a couple days ago, I hadn’t taped myself down to my thigh tonight, all at the risk of popping a boner through my khakis. I’d become a big enough simp for Melissa and the girls that the thought of it didn’t bother me as much as it might have a few weeks ago. Humiliating, yes, but it was a natural reaction, right? That’s what she said. Still, though, inwardly I was grateful for the coverage provided by the hoodie because god her perfume was everywhere now and I was getting so hard.

After a few long moments where we’d all sat back to watch the screen, more coming attractions (a new Pixar flick with yet another big-butt mom), Melissa whispered quietly into my ear. ”You do feel good on my lap,” she said, “Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah…” I answered, “I feel good.”

“Good..!” she giggled, and snuggled me in, nestling her nose into my hair playfully. My boner twitched, undercover, and I began to reach for some popcorn.

“Hey, uh, Missy…” Josie alerted my date, from behind and to our left. .

“Oooo stop that..!” Melissa scolded, slapping my hand playfully away from the popcorn tub and digging fingers in herself. I was confused. Did she really not want to sha-

“Here you go…” she next offered, holding a single mote of popcorn to my lips. Without even a thought I’d had my mouth parted and she let me eat it from her fingers, salty, buttery. Apparently I wasn’t even allowed to feed myself. Next a straw was placed in front of me and I was sucking sweet, syrupy Sprite from the huge cup in Melissa’s right hand as well. She giggled, and Shanette, to our right, took back the soda.

I hoped that in the dimness the girls couldn’t see me flush, because many of them were watching. I tried to ignore their gazes and the fact that I was already being hand-fed while sitting on my date’s lap, and spoke to Melissa. “So, uh…what movie are we seeing?” I asked. I knew they all wanted it to be a surprise but maybe she would tell me.

“No telling!” Josie squealed.

“Yeah!” Katie agreed.

“Maybe we could give him some hints…” Shanette suggested. All the while, Melissa was under me, chuckling, jostling me sportively. There was an odd air about her; she seemed quiet but a little worked up.

“You dressed up as a superhero for Halloween…” Stephanie called in from behind us.

“…you really like superheroes?” Josie enjoined.

“Who’s your favorite?” asked Julia, from around Lakshmi - who scolded her:

“Shh!!” she chastised, “the previews..!!!” It was true: the girls were doing little to contain their voices, and other moviegoers were noticing.

But the ladies were all looking at me. I made sure to keep my voice low. “I, uhm…I do like Mr, Fantastic from the Fan-“

“We mean girl superhero!” someone pitched.

“Wonder Woman?” another suggested

“Supergirl?” said someone else.

“Bat…Lady?” came the last.

Surrounded by women, considering all the female comic heroines I’d secretly lusted after through all my years, I looked down at Melissa’s long, powerful legs, supporting me from below. I looked at her strong, bare arms around me; so feminine, but I knew the muscles that powered them. My male ego quieted into deference, unwilling to speak up, I appreciated her strength behind me, and thought about how heroically tall she was. Memories of how she picked me up last weekend in my apartment, or just a couple days ago the afternoon of the party - like I weighed nothing - began to stir my imagination. What if sh-

“I’ll bet he likes She-Hulk,” I heard Amelia, sitting in front of us, finally speak up.

“Oh Meels you ruined the surprise!!” called Josie.

“Haha yeah!”

Oh shit. “I-is th-that what we’re seeing?” I asked, as a florid mantle gripped me. Was that out already??

“She-Hulk: Green Goddess,” someone confirmed.

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. Why did it have to be that??

It started as a TV show, back early in the decade, loosely adapted from the comics and first met with a middling response. As society’s interests started to change, however, the studios were able to read their audience and pivot the titular heroine and her storylines into something that would start to capture imaginations, and stoke some deeper fires. Eventually a movie, and then two quick sequels each more and more a lascivious fan service than the last, the franchise followed society’s new fascination for big Amazons, powerful women and a failing male hold on authority. They grew in popularity, became blockbusters. ‘The Days of Supermen are Over…’ I remember the headline to an entertainment article which seemed like an obituary to the male hero reading, ‘…Long Live the She-Hulks’. And now that the trends were more out in the open, there was quite a buzz around the release of this third sequel and how far it would push the envelope.

“There’s a whole army of girl super-soldiers now, right?”

“I’m so excited to see how big she gets in this one!” Josie crowed.

“And what she’s going to do to that boyfriend when she finds out…”

I shivered.

Yes…safe money would be betting that She-Hulk would be taller and bustier and more ‘girl-power’ than ever, as women in the MCU were slowly taking over the world. It was a pattern that made each sequel more popular than the one before it, and if the trailers I’d snuck looks at so far were indicative of what was going to happen in this one, how big she’d be, the thought of watching it while sitting in my Office Manager’s lap surrounded by all these tall, strong, young,  beautiful women that worked for me made my skin crawl.

“Here, eat your popcorn…” Melissa told me, pushing another piece into my mouth. She was…wow, huh. I could feel it beneath me, hear it now in her voice. She was getting pretty excited for this movie…

“Have you seen them all Dr J?” I was asked, “All three ‘She-Hulks’?

“I bet he has!”

“I bet he read the comics too! As a kid!”

As her arms pulled me in tighter, I shrank down into Melissa some more, not finding the voice to answer. Indeed: surreptitiously, over the years, I’d snuck viewings of all the movies, without my wife Sheryl’s knowing. In the sequels, She-Hulk had indeed gotten taller, bustier, more aggressive. She’d become a sort of folk hero for the recent “fempowerment” movement, and it was fucking sexy. Also a guilty pleasure of so many men, so many, many increasingly submissive little men…

“Every guy loves She-Hulk these days,” Randi quipped.

“Yeah did you hear ‘giantess’ is finally the #1 pornhub search?”

“Not ‘mommy’?”

“Haha no but I think that’s number two…”

The girls were laughing, and I couldn’t help but think it was at me. I could feel it. It was like I was shrinking, my skin crawling, sitting there on Melissa’s big, warm lap. Recent trends in porn these days - internet searches, pornhub, etc - indeed had been increasingly dominated by - along with the new ‘mommygf’ trends - keywords like ‘giantess’, ‘huge women’. It was no longer a niche fetish; it was a secret worldwide reality. And this new wave of strong, confident women had apparently caught onto the fact, knowing more and more about the increasingly self-abasing and reticent proclivities of the other (dare I say weaker) gender, and the She-Hulk movies had been playing into it all, taking advantage for ticket sales and becoming a rallying cry and source of female pride.

“Sh sh shh it’s starting..!” Lakshmi hissed, and yes for sure the lights had dimmed to their lowest, the screen darkened. The voices around us quieted, and onscreen Jessica Walters appeared…all 6’7” of her, green and alone, a calm and casual morning in her kitchen. Women in the theater whistled in their excitement.

Melissa began feeding me popcorn.

“Isn’t she sexy?” she whispered in my ear. It was a quiet scene, so far. No dialogue. Just Jen, a mug of coffee. A bird singing in her window.

“I always wanted to be like She-Hulk,” Melissa explained, still in a whisper, “She’s so strong, so confident. And look how she fills out that bathrobe…”

It was true. The new actress they had for her - a bosomy former olympian and social media sensation who had somehow gotten taller with each sequel, requiring less and less CGI - was truly a sight. Her lithe but powerful musculature was on par with Melissa’s, though Melissa’s figure was more pneumatic in comparison and arguably more dramatically female. Although the She-Hulk character had the tendency to get bigger at points during her movies - we all really like her when she’s angry - my new Office Manager had little of which to be envious of She-Hulk’s current form. Unless…  ”You, uh, jealous of the green skin?” I asked in a covert whisper.

“Haha maybe!” she giggled, doing something with her hand, “Do you like it? Green skin?”

URK! Omigod! What is she d- ?!?

“M-Melissa your h-hand is on my..!” I hissed.

“Shhh it’s okay…” she hushed me, her obvious smile crackling from behind me, into my left ear as she’d felt my whole body stiffen. Surreptitiously she’d snuck some fingers under Lakshmi’s thick white hoodie, which was draped over my lap, and rested her large left hand over the turgid bulge of my erection, which strained up against the leg of my khakis down my right thigh. “...you just hold the popcorn.”

I held back a groan as I felt her fingers gently grip around me, holding me. My heart had nearly exploded, and I suddenly had to clamp my eyes shut to keep my manhood from doing the same into my pants. “Jesus, Melissa…” I whispered, shivering under her touch. What had gotten into her?? We were in public! She giggled again, under me, and urged me to relax. Watch the movie. Who cares if the others notice?

It was from behind fluttering lids, a tensed belly, that I quickly capitulated, following the rest of the opening scene but only half-seeing when Jen pulled from a lower cabinet something she found curious - a hidden, wrinkled black bra, perhaps, one that would be obviously too small on her, with a distinctive red, hourglass Widow logo. I did watch, though, as the camera cut close to She-Hulk’s darkening face, her teeth clenched, and her rage began to seethe…

The opening credits began, and I was able to settle myself. Melissa still had her grasp resting on my cock through my pants, but I relaxed a bit, and resigned myself to having her hand there. I was too abashed to protest, to draw us any more attention, but when She-Hulk was back onscreen, now tearing down the city streets in a white sports-bra and panties, ten feet tall and growing bigger with every step, I felt Melissa’s hand grip me anew and I gargled a “n-n-no…please…”

In obvious amusement she chuckled, making her breasts quiver around me, and for a second I was relieved when she released me - but only to now slide her hand, under the cover of Lakshmi’s sweatshirt, fully down the front of my pants.

My eyes shot wide as I felt the cool touch of Melissa’s big hand grasp my outsized shaft. I nearly gasped but her free right hand had come up to cover my mouth. What was she doing?!? My shocked eyes jumped right then left; the other girls seemed engrossed in the movie. Onscreen we saw the placid inner wall of an office building lobby, a general hustle-bustle of a workday crowd within. But then She-Hulk, now too big for the front entry door, burst in in an explosion, through from the outside. Shockingly huge now, a full 20 feet tall and larger than she’d ever been in any other movie, the giant green woman ROARED and - apparently still growing more powerful in her anger - bellowed in a voice deep and mighty “WHERE IS HE?!?”

Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. This was it. We knew that She-Hulk had possibly had her powers heightened at the hands of the Scarlet Witch in the final cutscene of the last movie, casually sharing tequila cocktails with her and the Black Widow Natasha that Wanda had mixed from the blood of some snowy Asgardian giant. This was…jesus christ. This was She-Hulk 2.0. This was giantess Jen Walters. She was now fucking huge, and it was terrifying.

Sensing my excitement, how enthralled and strangely, actually frightened I was with the imagery onscreen, Melissa had squeezed me and begun to stroke, but my moans were drowned out by the female cheers from the audience. She-Hulk was here to find and punish the lover that had jilted her, and the new woman behemoth would not be stopped. She roared again, the tiny men in front of her fleeing, and looked up into the building above her. “I’m coming for you, dear!!!” she thundered - and then she really began to grow.

“Missy…” I heard Josie speak, in a low whisper to her friend, from behind us and to our left, “She looks just like you!”

“Haha stop!” Melissa laughed, coyly, but immediately her ministrations on my manhood took on a new vigor.

My own pulse was racing, and I could feel Melissa’s strong heart beating powerfully behind me as well, powerfully now in her enthusiasm. “Would you like that?” she said softly from behind me, “Would you like it if I turned into She-Hulk?” This was exciting for her, too, I could both hear and feel. “Got that big? Got that strong? How would you like that??” Her hand had really begun to squeeze and stroke me rhythmically now, and - god, no! - seemed intent on making me climax in the first ten minutes of the movie.

“oh my god Melissa, no, y-you have to stop…” I whined, as quietly as I could, fearing others would see us, look at us, watch us. “p-please..!”

”I wouldn’t want to have to get angry at you to get that big, though,” she mused, breathless, as we both watched - holy shit - She-Hulk step back out onto the city street and grow and grow and grow, “but maybe if I got bigger when I was…happy? Maybe if I was, y’know…excited? Like now. I’m excited right now. What if I was growing right now, sweetie?”

She squeezed me, pumping me in my pants. Slowly, but insistently. I was doing all I could to keep from outright groaning, or from bucking my hips into her hand.

“Nnngh…! M-M-Melissa…!” I whispered, “p-people will…nnngh…”

Heedless, she pressed on, as She-Hulk’s eyes rose up past the third floor, the fourth, the fifth. As her already giant breasts strained and expanded, as her shoulders and lats, her thighs and calves, swelled huge. She was becoming a true

giantess, right there, right before our eyes, and as the businessman crowd onscreen fled in terror the women in the audience here - the girls in our group included - cheered anew. “What if you could feel me, feel my breasts growing behind you..?”

“n-n-no, Melissa..!”

She-Hulk was now looking in an upper-floor window, apparently having spotted her prey, her wayward boyfriend, in the office within. Our POV was his. “Are you TRYING to make me angry?” she asked him in a controlled growl, eyes burning with dominant female rage, “You know what HAPPENS when I get ANGRY?!?”

The poor sap onscreen was speechless, and fell to his knees in gibbering fear. Likewise, my jaw had begun to quiver as Melissa’s attentions were-

“You WANT me to get angry?! You WANT me to grow for you? Is THAT it?” She-Hulk boomed, a crooked smile blooming on her gorgeous, billboard-sized face, “Okay, well…here you go honey…”

I lost it right then, as She-Hulk <ROARED> once more and exploded in size, growing taller until her huge green boobs were all we could see outside the window. The audience, all my employees, were cheering as I was coming, climaxing as then the glass walls shattered, the office suite filled with and the knavish cheat obliterated by the enormous breasts of the all-powerful giantess. Our female audience exploded, my orgasm crushing me…

…and she had her hand over my mouth so no one could hear me yell.

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Thank you to DeviantArtist Rowannmorrison for the original She-Hulk image used in my collage.