(FTF Story, Giantess)
Charlotte had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Her high school didn't have the budget for cheerleaders, so her dreams were put on hold. But she watched her favorite college teams celebrate and work to inspire their football players. She spent all her time practicing and preparing for when she would hit college.
She knew that cheerleaders were considered vain and air-headed, but she didn't mind. There was something more to it that she was excited about. Supporting and lightening people's spirits. She could do that.
When she turned 19, she went off to college. She was beyond excited to join the cheer team. When she went to try out, she ran into a small problem. And that was that she was a bit too small.
Charlotte hadn't grown quickly like most girls. She stood at a rather short 4'11, she would often round up to 5 feet when people asked. She had done everything she could, all the myths and impractical remedies. But to no avail. She was short and would always be short. But she wouldn't let that get in her way.
She trained extra hard and eventually was really a great talent. She would have to show that during cheer tryouts in her first week of school.
Charlotte tried her best to get the attention of the cheer captain, Bethany, a tall, mean red head with the body to back up her intensity. She didn't really seem to care about talent.
Charlotte picked up the college sized pom poms and tried her routine. Her balance kept getting thrown off by the pom poms that were not built for a smaller person.
When she shared that she had lots of experience in gymnastics and tumbling, Bethany just looked her up and down and laughed.
"Maybe you can carry our pom poms. Wash uniforms, that sort of thing. What do you say, short stuff?"
Charlotte kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to give her the satisfaction. She left tryouts and went back to her room to cry. She couldn't help her size. After bawling most of the night, she got a ping on her phone. An advertisement for specialty shop called Celestia's Wares and Watsits. She hated these random ads that were supposedly based on prior searches. They all thought they could solve her size problem. Well, they couldn't.
Still, this ad was intriguing. She opened it on her laptop. This was an odd place. They seemed to have everything. Jewelry, books, games, even food locations. But what intrigued her was their sports section. They seemed to have anything. Volleyballs that would help your base, whatever that meant. Tennis rackets that improved your form. But what got her interest were pom poms.
They emphasized that they were specialty size-changing pom poms. They were built specifically to help overcome deficiencies in ability. Maybe they were weighted? But could they help her? Being called size-changing, she assumed that they had some sort of string that could make them smaller and make herself look bigger by comparison. That had to be it. She didn't think it would help much, but she was desperate.
She wouldn't have bought them but a sale icon appeared when she was about to click away. It read, 'first purchase on us, make it count!' Could she be reading that right? She could get one item for free? Without anything to lose, she put the pom poms in her cart and checked out.
The next day, she found the delivery box outside her door. Quick service. She opened them up to find the white and blue pom poms she picked out the day before. She grabbed them out of the box. They felt light. Easy to move around in. She decided to practice some cheers.
"It's alright, it's okay, we can beat you any day!" she yelled.
As she did, she felt a heat fill her body. As if she was being energized by the spirit of cheer, she felt strong, capable.
She was wearing simple sweatpants and a t-shirt. Over the course of the next hour, she began to shift. Her legs grew out with every kick, pushing her taller. Her thighs grew out into her sweatpants. Her shirt shrank as she filled it out, becoming a tight crop top.
When she was done, she panted for a moment then sat down. When she did, her proportions felt off. She wobbled on her feet and landed on her bed. She had her bed at the lowest setting so she could easily get into it. Now, when she sat, her feet touched the ground easily. What was going on?
Her legs certainly looked further away from her body. And her sweatpants were short, leaving about two inches of visible ankle at the bottom. She giggled to herself.
She reached up to feel her abs where her shirt had once been. She had filled out. Her torso had grown up and out, leaving her with usable muscles. Had the pom poms done this?
She took out her tape measure and stepped on the end. She line up straight against the wall. When she turned around and found her finger at her height on the tape, she found it at 5'3. Woah. That couldn't be real. She measured again and got the same result.
"I'm... tall," she said with glee.
She practically burst out of the room. She ran straight to the field where the second day of cheer tryouts were happening. Her feet ground to a halt in the grass.
"Ah, little miss Charlotte, almost late. Got nervous?" Bethany mused
"Nope, just lost track of time practicing."
"That's good, tiny, but practice isn't going to make you..." Bethany paused after looking at Charlotte. "Something's different about you."
"I think it's the practice. I really got a good stretch in."
"Huh. And you brought your own pom poms."
"Better for me, I think. They're specialty."
"Why, aren't you fancy. You're lucky they're the right color. Let's get practicing everybody. Follow along to this routine and then you'll do it back for us. Your joining our prestigious team is reliant on your ability to learn and succeed. Give it all you got, newbs."
They practiced for the better part of the afternoon. Charlotte worked hard to keep up, but she was still getting used to her proportions. She tripped once but luckily Bethany wasn't watching.
When she did the performance back for them, she felt the heat again. Her hands bristled with energy. She did every move perfect. She felt taller than ever in spirit and self. When she was done, all eyes were on her.
"Wow, newby. You've got spirit. Who's next," Bethany chimed.
The rest of the group finished. Then they were lined up. One by one, Bethany said out loud whether someone made the team. It was humiliating. She'd say, "Better luck next year," or "Maybe fill out some more," and really degrade the girls. Then she landed on Charlotte.
"Charlotte Dillinger, you're in. Don't let me down," she said right into Charlotte's face. Strange, when they had started the day, Charlotte had been only up to Bethany's chin. Now she was at her nose.
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
Bethany gave her a uniform and walked away.
She turned to leave and rushed towards the exit. In her excitement, she ran smack into a football player in pads. She fell to the ground.
"Oh shoot, I'm so sorry."
He turned around and revealed a hot football player with short black hair and a chiseled body. He reached out a hand.
"Here, let me help you. What's your name?" he asked.
"Charlotte," she responded shyly.
"I'm Jake. I'm the quarterback. I saw you out there practicing. You're really good."
"Oh, I'm not that great."
"Sure you are. A lot of those cheerleaders are all about the show. Look good, be in charge. You really have a big energy about you. It's inspiring."
At 6'4, he stood tall above her. But he didn't talk to her like she was small. Gosh that jawline. And tousled hair. He's got a sweet smile.
"Yeah, mhm," she responded blankly.
"Awesome, then it's a date. Here's my number. I'll text you."
He was holding her phone and typed into it. His phone buzzed, confirming the text.
"A date?"
"Am I being too forward? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be. We can start slow. Whatever works," he quickly added.
"No, sorry, that sounds great. Maybe we start with dinner."
"Dinner is perfect. See you around, Charlotte," he said with allure and then trotted off to the locker room.
Could this day get any better? She ran back to her dorm and lined up against the wall with her measuring tape. When she turned back, she was at 5'5. Taller than this morning. She'd need to be careful with these pom poms. But then again, what's a few more inches?
After the weekend passed, she showed up for cheerleading practice. She felt strong, tall. She had avoided using the pom poms to practice as much as possible. After all, she couldn't be growing way bigger than the whole team.
She was wearing her new uniform. It fit her well. Her hips had filled out a bit with the added practice, giving her a bit of a curve under her skirt. Her breasts had also budded off of her now less than slender frame. Her tight cheerleading top sat out a few inches from her chest like she'd never hoped for.
"You actually don't look half bad. But put your hair up, have some self respect, newbie," Bethany said rudely. "Now, we're doing drills all day. If you sweat, you're off the team. There's no room for gross, icky girls on my squad."
Bethany was fierce. But also a jerk. If only Charlotte could get back somehow. She wasn't usually this confident, but her captain was making her upset. Pissing her off. And all she could do was outshine her.
She worked hard that weak. Trained every day with her pom poms. She was worried that they would activate and make her bigger than ever. But they didn't. She wasn't sure why. She was using them. But the opportunity never came up. Just practiced and practiced.
They mostly ran drills. Ran for miles to stay in shape. It was easier than ever. She made big strides, even ran faster than some of the other girls. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short anymore.
She did well with stretches too. Her lean frame had more muscles that burned, so she spent more time working them out. Her legs had full on definition. Thighs that curved at the hip, and hips that weren't just flat connections from the thigh to her waist. Even her glutes became full and strong, as if her body had grown out and now it was her turn to shape it. And she shaped it. Every day, she grew healthier and full. But she didn't grow.
On Friday, they were running a routine. She worked hard to memorize it and nailed it. Bethany singled her out.
"Charlotte, you're sloppy," she berated.
"What?"
"Are you up to this? Hot women are capable, strong, and they are tall. If you look smaller than all of us, what's the point of keeping you? You'll bring us down, literally. The routine is not made for shorties."
"I know it perfectly."
"Is that right? Prove it, step up."
Charlotte moved to the front of the line. She held her special pom poms tightly. As she did, she felt the heat return to her. The power. She felt invigorated.
She began the cheer. Yelled the words with great energy. Her body moved like a machine, arms forming the slants and points of the team letters.
She couldn't even tell that she was growing. Her joints pressed together. Her skirt rode up on her backside slightly. Her chest tightened in her top. Her limbs grew out and propelled her upward. Even her hair bounced in her ponytail more. It was fuller and had lightened with blonde streaks. She cheered with a new sense of self.
When she was done, the group of cheerleaders were staring.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Good work, Charlotte. You moved up. You're second team. Everyone clear out. Charlotte, stay," Bethany demanded.
After everyone left, the two girls stepped to the side.
"Okay, what's the deal?" Bethany asked.
"What do you mean, captain?" Had she figured out the pom poms?
"You've been putting in extra drills, haven't you? You trying to show me up? Got something to prove? I worked my ass off to be head cheerleader. Went through all the training and drills for three years. Now, some newb is trying to make me look bad? I don't think so."
"Wait, what? You're mad that I'm good? Why'd you promote me?"
"It would've shown bias if I hadn't. But you need to lay off. By next week, no more freakish skills that come out of no where. And getting blonde highlights? What do you have to prove? And don't even get me started on saying the wrong size for your uniform so you look taller and thicker. That's such bullshit."
"My hair? It's always been brown."
"Then how do you explain this?" Bethany asked, pulling a lock of blonde hair from Charlotte's curl.
Sure enough, the blonde curl had come from her ponytail. But she hadn't dyed it. Had the pom poms done that?
"I don't know. But don't worry about it. I'm not after your crown."
"You better not be. Get a new uniform, one that fits those things," Bethany gestured to her chest and left.
Those things? Her boobs? They were... bigger? Her top did look strained. She'd never had cleavage before. It felt good. Were there side effects to the growth? Or regular effects that she hadn't thought about.
She went back to her dorm. She immediately grabbed her tape measure and lined the wall. She measured carefully and found herself at 5'8. A full 5.8. She had surpassed the average height of most women.
She pulled her top out to find full bouncy breasts. She had to be a C cup at least, maybe even a D. She'd never had boobs. They were soft. Supple. She massaged them for a few minutes until she sat back on her bed in bliss.
She landed on her round rear and full thighs. She sat up higher on her new butt. It made her feel rather complete, having a strong backside to support her taller frame. She could probably do a hundred squats. And a thousand high kicks. She was flexible too.
As she was admiring herself, her phone rang. It was Jake. What was he calling about? Oh shoot, their date!
She picked up her phone.
"Hello? Hey, Jake. Yeah, I'm super excited. What'd you have in mind? Isn't that place kind of nice for a first date? Not really, huh? Well, I just got off practice, I'm gonna need some time to shower and get ready. Pick me up in an hour? Yeah, I can swing that. Great, see you soon."
She hung up the phone and got straight to work. She showered her newly sized body and spent more time than usual exploring her curves. They were so sensitive.
After she dried off, she was short on time. Luckily, when she looked in the mirror, she no longer saw that skinny, pale woman. She saw a mature face with strong cheekbones that were easy to highlight. And natural definition that made her look healthy. And then there was her hair. It did have blonde highlights. She didn't have any dye so she would have to leave it. It was cute anyway.
Then her closet. Usually, she dressed modestly. Pants and tshirts, long dresses for nicer occasions. When she tried on her jeans, they wouldn't go up her thighs. And the further up they went, the more her ankles and calves stuck out the bottom. She had the same problem with dresses, but she could make do more. She found a blue dress that was meant to cover everything except her formerly small shoulders. Instead, it barely reached all the way down her thighs. Her waist made it skin-tight. And her chest looked almost slutty. Her breasts pressed into the soft fabric.
She was about to find another option when her phone rang. Jake. She picked it up.
"Hello?"
"I'm outside your dorm when you're ready. I'm excited."
"I'm excited too. Be there in one minute."
The dress would have to do. She grabbed a pair of small heels and her purse and ran out the door.
Jake tried not to ogle her. After all, they had only been talking for about a week. But he really enjoyed being around her. They'd stayed up late chatting on the phone and met up for lunch a couple times. She treated him not like a quarterback, but just like a nice guy.
When Charlotte stepped out of her dorm, he had to do a double take. She looked... tall? At least 5'8. Maybe she wore tall heels? That was an attractive quality. She looked stunning in her dress even though he didn't take her for someone that wore revealing clothes. He didn't mind, he was just used to the popular queen bees and had thought this girl-next-door wasn't into that. He wasn't about to complain though.
"You look wonderful," he complimented.
She blushed as she took his hand and was led to his car. When she sat down, she gave a squeal when she sat higher than usual. Her dress rode up slightly, leaving her supple rear barely exposed.
"Ready to go?"
She nodded and they drove off.
Dinner was a fun time. They talked about their interests. He was into football to pay for college but liked english more. She got to talk about cheerleading and loving supporting others.
"I like what you've done with your hair," he complemented.
"Oh yeah? It's definitely new."
"College is a good time for experimentation."
"Totally."
Her stomach began rumbling. She hadn't expected to be hungry, she had eaten her normal fill that day. But when the waitress came by, she ordered a burger and fries. Not her normal filling salad, but she would enjoy it.
Jake didn't seem to mind. He liked how not pretentious she was.
They ate dinner, her scarfing hers down, and moved onto dessert.
Then they ended the night with a drive back to the dorms.
"This was fun. Maybe we can do it again?" he asked.
"I'd like that. I'm looking forward to next Friday's game. Maybe you can take me out to celebrate."
"I'm not sure we'll win. We're facing a tough team."
"With me cheering you on, you'll have to," she winked and kissed him on the cheek. Then she disappeared back inside.
The next week went by without a problem. More drills, more late nights in her room practicing. Charlotte was loving the attention she was starting to get. Nobody noticed a short brunette girl with no body or charisma. They did notice the tall blonde cheerleader with energy to spare.
As she practiced routines that week, the pom poms continued their efforts.
On Monday, they focussed on their legs. They did jumps and holds. Her legs gained definition and settled into the new height.
On Tuesday, the team worked their cores. It was brutal but Charlotte could keep up easily. She was having to eat more meals to add calories, but she was able to do so.
On Wednesday, the team started practicing their routines in front of each other for pressure. That's when the heat returned. Charlotte stood in front and ran through the routine again. The warmth in her legs expanded, lengthening her body once more. Her every possible leftover fat stretched along with her until she was beyond toned. She felt height as well as strength flood into every muscle of her body. Her glutes propelled out as well as her breasts which stretched her top. Her hair even seemed to bounce more than usual.
"What's going on?" Bethany interrupted.
"What do you mean, captain?" Charlotte replied.
"That routine..."
"Did I mess anything up?"
"No, it's just... I thought," she whined, now looking up at Charlotte.
Charlotte felt invincible even though her feet hurt scrunched into her shoes.
"I assure you it's nothing. Let's focus on the routine. Or are you too distracted?"
"What? No, I know it perfectly."
"You sure, captain?" Charlotte goaded.
The team launched stares at Bethany. Now the pressure was on. Bethany attempted to do the routine, but her head kept getting stuck on the idea of her oversized teammate. She tripped and fell, twisting her ankle.
"Woah, careful there. That looks bad. Maybe you should sit out this week's game."
"Never, I've never sat out a game."
"Better to sit out one game than the whole season, don't you think?"
"And who's going to lead this team, you?"
"Tell you what, you lead from the sidelines, direct us. I'll head the front lines." Charlotte didn't know where her confidence was coming from, but she felt powerful standing above most of her teammates.
"Yes, fine. That'll be fine."
Charlotte returned to her dorm room ecstatic. She was going to lead the team on the field for the big game. She could inspire so many people. This was her moment.
Then she hesitated. How tall was she now? She took out the tape and went to the wall. 5'11? She was basically 6 feet tall. How had she let this happen? But then again, lots of women were 6 feet. They were just rare. That wasn't so bad. Weren't the amazons really hot super tall women? She was like them.
She lied in her bed which her legs now touched the end of. She didn't care. She was too excited to worry about her condition.
On Thursday, the team ran the routine all day. Without anyone directly staring at her, she didn't grow much more. Only the disabled team captain watched from the sideline, the rest of the team was focussed on nailing the routine.
She only felt a small tingle right at the end as she lifted her pom poms extra high.
"Great practice everyone. See you at the game tomorrow. Get plenty of sleep," Bethany chided before limping off the field.
After celebrating with her teammates, Charlotte began to leave.
"Hey, wait up," yelled Jake. He ran up behind her in his football pads.
"Hey, cutie, good to see you. You look good in your uniform," Charlotte flirted.
His face reddened. "You too, I like the blonde. What made you go full on?"
"It just happened, you know."
"Are you... taller?" he asked as nonchalantly as possible.
"No, why do you ask?"
"I'm looking basically right into your eyes. And I'm 6'4. I thought you were a bit shorter than that."
"I know I'm pretty tall. Does that make you uncomfortable?" she pressed.
"Actually, no, not really. I'm just not used to it."
"You should get used to it. In fact..." she said as she pushed up against him. She pressed her lips to his with ease. Her now fleshier breasts plunged into his uniform as she made out with him.
Her new height gave her some sort of confidence she couldn't begin to control. He was right where she wanted him, and he'd stay there. She eventually backed off.
"There's more where that came from depending on how you play tomorrow. So kick ass and win for me."
Jake was red but smiling. "Absolutely," he said before rushing off.
Charlotte smirked at his total embarrassment and noticeable boner. She went back to her dorm for the night.
The next day was the big game. Charlotte laced up a new pair of shoes and uniform that she had to cut in order for it to fit her now taller frame. She made her way to the field to lead her team.
The crowd stared in awe at the 6'1, curvy and confident, blonde cheerleader that they had never seen before. Where was Bethany and who was this? She looked incredible and had certainly already garnered attention.
As Charlotte walked out, she felt the audiences eyes on her. And as she did, she felt the warmth of their attention. And the warmth didn't stop.
Throughout the first half, the team did a number of fun cheers. They inspired the football players and the fans. While they did, Charlotte grew. Her legs lurched. Her muscles pushed against her. Her breasts jiggled more against her workout top. She began to fret, how big could she get? But did it matter? The bigger she was, the more people she could bring joy to.
Soon, it came time for their halftime routine. The one they'd been working on all week. The one Charlotte was leading.
As they took the field, she passed by the football players. Jake gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up before his eyes went wide looking up at her. Did he look small? He was nearly a head shorter than her. She tried to block it out as she took her place up front.
She started the cheer. And the crowd loved it.
Energy surged through Charlotte. With every kick, every jump, every yell, her body responded. And not like in practice where it gave a few inches. It was giving a few inches for every pair of eyes on her.
The pom poms felt white hot. They were burning but she felt on fire. The heat filled her soul as she launched up.
Her spine elongated. It stretched and cracked as her bones and muscles worked together to make her ever taller. Her legs shot out from under her. Her thighs filled out with insane muscle. Her butt spread into the air around it. Her breasts pushed her top to its limits. And she loved it.
Soon the grass of the field grew distant below her feet. The audience who watched in awe and disbelief became far below her. But she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop the routine. She would inspire her team. She would be the greatest cheerleader in the world.
With one last yell that echoed like a rocket, Charlotte set in size. At this point, she had to be over 60 feet tall. Her ponytail gave her an extra 5 feet on its own. Her hair was like a river. Her face, a monument to beauty. Her chest were hills and her butt was a mountain. And she stood as tall as a skyscraper there in the middle of the football field in front of a silent audience.
Then they cheered.
An uproar sounded across the field. The audience loved it. The band played the fight song. The football team cried out in excitement for their turn to take the field. She even noticed a cute, tiny boy at the front stare in anticipation. She reached down her hand and lifted him up.
"Jake, I can explain."
"You're amazing! That really pumped us up! Gosh I know I can do anything with you rooting for me. You're the greatest."
She was filled with joy. She attempted to kiss him, but she nearly drowned him in saliva instead. She placed him down and walked off the field. Her moment was over, she could relax.
She found a section of grass behind the stands and sat to watch the game. She still sat high above the entire audience. She received compliments and support from many different people watching the game saying she really revved up the team and made the game extra special.
After the game, she ran into a small issue. She didn't know where to sleep. So, she lied down on the field and stayed there the night. It wasn't ideal but what was she supposed to do?
Jake found her after celebrating the victory.
"Want some company?" he called.
"I'd love that. I can't go anywhere else."
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Nah, I've got a lot of body heat. Here, you'll be cold."
She grabbed him gently and lowered him into her massive cleavage. He lied against the hill of flesh and attempted to not get squished. She felt safe knowing he was there.
The next morning, she woke up to find the field bigger than she had left it. She was shrinking. Not quickly, but she was definitely smaller. Jake was now the size of her chest instead of entirely squished by it.
"I was curious how long that would last," he mused.
"I thought I'd be huge forever."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"All I've ever wanted is to inspire people. It helped to be able to be seen," she admitted.
"You are inspiring, no matter the size. But I figure there's only so much growing your body can do without the sustenance to support it. Remember you ate a lot at dinner? That probably supported the couple inches of growth. I'm not sure anyone can eat enough for the hundreds of inches you grew."
"That makes sense. I wonder how long it'll take."
She shrank pretty consistently the rest of the day. Waking up at 45 feet, she continued to diminish by ten percent her size every hour. By 8 o'clock that night, she was ten feet and could barely fit back in her dorm room. She sat on the rug with Jake in her lap.
"I'm just impressed your uniform stayed on."
"The elastic really cut into my skin. Maybe they can make a stretchier one just for me?"
"You're going to grow again?" he asked, partially worried but partially excited.
"I'd like to. Then I can show a lot of people the excitement they want."
"You're so special. How does it feel?"
"It's like this warmth that gets more intense the more people are excited. Like they grow me by enjoying my spirit."
"I really enjoyed your spirit," Jake flirted.
"Oh yeah? You know, I've had this itch I just haven't been able to scratch all day. It's like some other part of me has grown too, my confidence but also something else."
Jake took the hint. As Charlotte lied down, Jake pulled down her stretched out underwear which was doing less than a thong. He found her vagina also huge and dripping. He took his hand and plunged it into her. She moaned an echoey moan. He pushed forward with his whole arm and was able to fit fully inside her. He reached out, scratched and pressed, rubbing every inch on her inside with his entire muscular arm.
In response, she tightened her huge thighs around his entire body, squeezing him. He pressed harder. She began to lose control as he continued his efforts. She groaned and spasmed as he found every sensitive spot he could. Eventually, he sped up, leading her to crush him with her legs while he rammed his arm in and out of her. She came in a torrent of cum that gushed out of her. She screamed a deafening yell of relief.
Jake pulled his sticky arm out of her.
"That felt incredible," she grunted.
"I'm happy to oblige my gorgeous, sexy, enormous girlfriend."
"You want me to be your girlfriend? Don't you think I'm a freak?"
"You'll be back to your old height soon."
She frowned. But he was right, this wasn't practical. She couldn't stay a giantess forever.
"And then we'll be able to do the whole thing again," he continued.
She smiled a huge grin and moved her torso over to him, flattening him with her breasts.
Charlotte lived her life like that. Grow a bit during practice to warm up for the main event. Then grow huge in front of adoring fans during the halftime routine of each game. People began coming from all over to see the beyond inspiring giantess cheerleader who grew before your very eyes. And the more people that came, the bigger she'd grow. For the state competition, she grew to over 100 feet tall. And she loved it. She was the biggest cheerleader anyone had ever heard of.