Sissy Caption: Much Larger

Much Larger

     Me and my girlfriends relationship had been... strained in recent years, to say the least. The love wasn't there, I wasn't sure why but it just wasn't clicking for the two of us. Despite all this, we found ourselves at a party together. More likely than not, she would end up flirting with some other guy, and I would leave. But that was fine, I didn't expect anything else.

    Like on queue, a large guy walked up to the two of us. "Hey cutie, don't you think you belong with someone of a... larger stature, so to speak?" I didn't really care at this point and looked away.

    "Oh, I don't know... would you describe yourself as... large?" She flirted back without hesitation, she knew it didn't matter, we weren't here as much more than friends anyways, good for her, really. She was something of a slut, definitely not the woman I first knew. I guess that's what a relationship failing like ours might do to someone. 

    "Oh, no I wasn't talking to you honey." He pushed past her and got right up into MY face. The guy towered above me. "I was talking about you. You're cute, what do you say we get out of here? Or we can get a drink if you like." He was flirting with me? I'm not gay, or at least I didn't think I was. My heart was beating out of my chest, he was a big guy, larger, much larger than me and...  I don't know, I hadn't felt this way before. My girlfriend wasn't enthused, you could tell she was jealous. Was this happening? She was jealous of me, for a guy flirting with me?

    "O-oh uh, maybe. Yeah. We could hang out for a bit I guess." I was squirming around. My body didn't want to pull away, but I wasn't really sure how to react otherwise.

    "Haha! Yeah, let's go "hang out" why don't we." The night was eventful after that, I'm a lightweight so I got drunk pretty quick, but I still had my wits about me. Maybe I was a bit more honest when inebriated, because it wasn't long after before he was fucking me over at his place. 

    "God, your cock is massive. I love it. You were right. I did need someone larger than me... in stature and manhood." I said all that between gasps and moans. He ripped me apart that night, in the best way possible. The two of us were very... compatible. He was right, maybe I did need someone much larger than who I was with before. Than a woman.

    The two of us spent a lot of time together after that. His name was Mateo. I found myself leaning in to what he liked a lot more. Maybe that's what a real relationship like that. I took the role of "the woman" in the relationship, not something I could have seen myself doing, but that's just how things naturally were between us. Mateo thought I was cute- the thought still makes me blush- but he wasn't normally into men. I became more petite after the all the time we spent together and I dressed more feminine, hell, I wore dresses now, often even. I found myself working out specifically to have an hourglass figure- it made it easier for him to wrap his hands around my waist, I liked that. Things really were better this way, being his.