He Rose Like the Mountains: A Giant Growth Fantasy

By J.M. Wilde

Vicki came to the mountains to clear her mind. But when she stopped to buy some supplies, the cute guy working at the shop made sure she wouldn't be able to keep a clear head on this hiking trip. As a flash flood overtakes the trail, more than just a vacation is in jeopardy. But the man has more to offer than camping gear. Revealing the power to grow as tall as the mountains, he's able to keep Vicki away from the flood...though when his growth increases his appetites, both of them are about to be swept up in even stronger currents.

This story features nearly 7,000 words of male growth, steamy scenes with a giant man and normal-sized woman, peril and rescue, and themes of dominance and submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.M. Wilde
• Release date: Feb 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005264352

J.M. Wilde

J.M. Wilde is an author of erotica focused on dominance and submission, power exchange, and kinky fantasy transformations. Wilde specializes in erotica centered on macrophilia, stories featuring giants, giantesses, and shrunken people. Other favorite genres include cuckolding, mind control, and role reversal. J.M. Wilde is sometimes available for commissions of original erotic stories.

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He Rose Like the Mountains

A Giant Growth Fantasy

by

J.M. Wilde

Published by Wilde Fantasies Erotica

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2020 J.M. Wilde

For Vicki

Content includes: male growth, giant man and regular-sized woman, dominance and submission, explicit sexual scenes, sexual growth, fearplay, danger, and mouthplay

His hand lingered on her shoulder a moment longer than she expected. Her body froze even as she felt the heat flare in her cheeks. The scent of what might have been sandalwood, some kind of cologne, wafted by as he got close. He snapped the straps of her pack on, and his hands brushed below her sleeves, with calloused palms.

As he moved in front of her, gathering up the water bottles to fit them into the compartments in her pack, her eyes followed him instinctively: the red-and-black checkered flannel, rolled-up sleeves hugging those strong forearms, made him look like the very ideal of an outdoorsman; he could have been the mascot of his own shop. In other words, he was too perfect. And she wanted to feel that perfection.

When he moved she caught herself staring and managed to look away just before he noticed; at least, she imagined so. But not before she got a good look at his ass, in those tight-fitting jeans. The temptation to ask him to go with her was so strong.

No, she thought, that’s not why you’re here.

This trip had been planned months ago, after a friend suggested it. A solo hike was a great way to clear your head, she’d heard. Stick to the trails and follow the signs, and it was safe enough. She’d only have to pick up some supplies, and luckily found a little place way out in the mountains.

Might as well buy local, she’d thought.

Then again, gear or not, she didn’t have a lot of experience. She’d come to this store, so far from the nearest city and