Diary of a Giantess (Part One)

By J. D. Tufts

Marilyn was an over seven feet tall girl and growing when she started college, but she never really liked her height. Then after filling out her freshman year and experiencing what it felt like to not just be a beanpole, she began to embrace her sexuality. She realizes her size gives her power, and all the little men never stand a chance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. D. Tufts
• Release date: Oct 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005214913

J. D. Tufts

Jason David Tufts was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana on January 7th, 1984. Interested in writing fiction from a young age, he was drawn to the fantastical, and would marry this to his obsession with large and strong women while a student at Columbia, University. Iiving many years in Philadelphia, he currently resides in Seattle, Washington with his much taller wife Michelle and their twin sons.

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CHAPTER ONE

My name is Marilyn, and I didn’t like being tall at first. It always made me feel awkward, especially when I was from a tall family, and was the tallest. My father was six-foot-seven, while my mother was six-foot-nine. I had two older siblings, a sister who topped out at six-foot-four, and a brother who topped out at six-foot-ten. By the time I was a freshman in college, I was seven-foot-two. Even among a family of giants, I was a giant.

Part of the reason that I think I was so down on my height was that I was a real beanpole until I got the freshman fifteen in college. That first quarter of college I put on more than fifteen pounds, and I added another inch to my height, making me seven-foot-three. The fact that I was still growing taller upset me at first, but you’d think I would have been upset by the extra weight, but I wasn’t.

Before I gained that weight, I had no boobs and no ass. The weight gain meant that it all settled in the right places. I was really shocked because I was so small in the chest before that, I never even needed to wear a bra. It seemed like all of a sudden, I was a b-cup, and I had to go bra shopping. I bought myself three nice bras and thought that was the end of it. Then within a few weeks they were getting pretty tight. I went back to the bra