Esha and Kaui

Kaui checked the time as he walked the concrete path from the street to the porch next door. It took exactly ninety seconds at a brisk pace from his house to hers. Today, in his haste, he'd arrived early and stopped at the porch steps and had to wait nearly half a minute. He had explicit instructions: 6:00 PM. No earlier. No later.

The porch steps were peculiarly high. At four-foot-nine, Kaui could only climb one step at a time. Indeed, everything on the property dwarfed him, from shoulder-high hedges to the large cut cobblestone. Reaching the porch, he gazed at the front entryway which stretched over seven feet high. The doorknob was chin-level.

The time on his phone turned to 6:00. Kaui knocked three times. He heard nothing inside. For the briefest moment, he suspected she was not home—which elicited a mix of feelings. Then, within the house came a loud creak, followed by footfalls so heavy he felt them in his chest. He dropped his arms to his sides and swallowed to wet his parched throat. His stomach churned. Anxiety, excitement, and trepidation boiled deep within.

He'd been here before. Years ago.


The Patels moved in when Kaui was ten. They'd remodeled the old, dilapidated house. It was nearly unrecognizable when the work was done. When the family arrived, Kaui watched through the window. Professional movers unloaded expensive designer furniture from a large truck. The smiling couple stood nearby, admiring their new home. Seeing him in the window, Mr. and Mrs. Patel waved, gesturing for him to come out and meet them. Kaui snuck out the front door, leaving his mother snoring on the couch beside a half-empty bottle of gin.

From the window, it had been apparent Mr. and Mrs. Patel were tall, but when Kaui walked up their lawn to say hello, he realized just how tall. Mr. Patel, with his muscular frame and square jaw, reminded him of Superman. Mrs. Patel stood a couple of inches taller than her husband, with wide, full hips and a bountiful bust. Her hazel eyes shone brightly against her copper skin and jet black hair. To the 4'9" Kaui, they were beautiful, friendly giants.

"What's your name, son?" Mr. Patel asked with a smile.

Kaui had to repeat his name when they did not hear him.

"Well, Kaui, we're the Patels. You should meet our daughter, Esha." Mrs. Patel pointed to the front door. Kaui did not see anyone there.

"Esha! Don't be shy, come out here!" Mr. Patel said. "Come meet your neighbor, Kaui."

Behind the screen a tall, stocky silhouette stepped into view. Her shoulders slouched inwards, and her forehead hung. Kaui waved and smiled. The figure’s fingers twitched, in an ever-so-slight wave.

"Esha's shy. You'll have to excuse her," Mrs. Patel said. "Having a friend next door will be good for her." Kaui looked from Mr. Patel back to the entrance, but Esha had disappeared.

"So, Kaui," said Mrs. Patel, "I assume you don't live alone over there."

"No, I live with my mother."

"We'd love to meet her too."

Kaui looked away. "She's not feeling well."

"Aw, that's too bad," Mrs. Patel said. "Please say hello for us and do come by again. You’re welcome to join us for dinner next Saturday."

Kaui nodded and backed away. He muttered a 'thank you' before turning and running home.


The thick oak door creaked open and revealed the lady of the house, her monumental form towering over him. Her hips, packed into a short black skirt, spanned half the width of the doorway. Her legs, each thicker than Kaui's entire body, rose nearly to his shoulders. 

"You're on time," Esha purred, her voice a rich tenor. "You can follow directions."

Kaui nodded.

"Such a good boy. Come in." She turned, swinging her thick, bulbous rear into his face. Had he been an inch closer, it would have grazed his nose. She had a sweet, musky scent. Kaui followed, pulling the heavy door closed behind him. As she walked, her hips and rear twitched with alluring swagger, her shimmering black hair whipped and swayed, tickling her lower back.

Kaui followed, passing by oversized chairs, enormous couches, and tables level with his ribcage. The click of her high-heeled footfalls echoed from the hardwood floors to the high vaulted ceiling.

The warm air settled his nerves. He felt like a pet; a stray cat, invited into the house out of generosity—and mercy.

Esha passed through the foyer and ducked to clear the seven-foot entryway arch. The crown of her head brushed the wood. She paused for a moment and tapped her toe on the floor behind her.

"Kaui. Did you notice, I'm a little taller than last week?"

Kaui swallowed to wet his throat. "I did."

"Is it obvious?" Kaui remained silent as his eyes worked up from her long feet to her shapely calves to her broad hips. "You don't think I'm too big, do you?"


Her red lips spread into a grin. "Good."

They entered the living room. Esha turned to Kaui and gestured to a three-seat sofa. Kaui climbed on. The sofa was so big, his ankles stuck out over the end of the cushion.  It felt as expansive as a full-sized bed, yet as Esha sat beside him, her body took up nearly all the remaining width. Beams in the couch frame creaked and groaned as her weight settled on the cushions. She cheated inwards and crossed her legs.

"Nice to see you again, Kaui," Esha said, the toe of her shoe brushing against his shin.


Saturday dinners with the Patels became routine. When asked about his mother, Kaui would claim she was napping, sick, or at work. Eventually, they stopped asking, just as his mother had stopped asking where he went each Saturday evening.

Though they attended the same school, weekly dinners were Kaui's one opportunity to talk to Esha. Kaui had a small group of friends; Esha was always alone. She was silent in class, and rarely, if ever, spoke to anyone. 

One rainy Saturday in August, Kaui arrived for dinner. He rang the bell. After a peculiarly long while, Esha answered. Kaui was surprised—Mr. or Mrs. Patel typically answered the door. The edge of Esha’s mouth turned up in a little smile as she opened the screen. He followed her into the living room and took his customary seat on the couch. Esha sat in a large recliner across from him. They said nothing for several minutes until Esha cleared her throat and swallowed.

"Thank you," she said softly, almost inaudibly.

Kaui was surprised to hear her speak. "What?"

"Thank you for coming over. It's too quiet here."

"Where are your parents?" Kaui asked.

"On vacation, again."

"You didn’t go with them?"

"I don't like planes or traveling. I feel cramped in the small chairs. I get anxious."

"Oh. Well, are you excited for high school?"

Esha slouched in her chair, her long dark hair obscuring her face. "I'm not going back to school."


"My parents took me out to be home-schooled by a tutor." Esha frowned. "I don't get along well with people."

Kaui did not need to ask why. Standing six foot two with a sturdy, pear-shaped body, the fourteen-year-old Esha towered over her classmates and most teachers. Her unusual height and underdeveloped social skills made her the target of frequent bullying and teasing from her peers."I'm sorry," he said.

"It's okay. I’d rather stay home anyways."

"I—I'll miss you."

Esha opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. Tears ran down her face.

"I'm sorry," Kaui said again, leaping down from the couch. "I didn't mean to—" Before Kaui could say more, Esha got up and ran to her room. Kaui stood alone in the living room for a time. He did not know what to do, so he left the house. From outside, he could still hear Esha’s sobs from her open bedroom window.


"Are you glad to be here?"

Kaui nodded.

Esha let her long fingers snake up Kaui’s neck. "Look at me, Kaui."

For the first time since his arrival, Kaui gazed into her deep emerald green eyes. She leaned in and placed a hand on the couch cushion between them. Her breasts strained against the cotton. Long black hair hung past her shoulders, framing a low-cut white t-shirt. Kaui stared into a crevasse of cleavage, deep enough to swallow his head whole.

"How about you scoot closer?"

Kaui remained still. When he did not move, Esha grasped his leg at the knee. 

"Do not make me wait."

With one hand, Esha pulled him towards her, sliding him across the cushions. With her other arm, she scooped him up and onto her lap, where his back pressed into her plush bosom.

"Look at you. You're so little." She drew him in until his cheek met her breast. Kaui pushed against her arm that wrapped around him like a thick vine. Despite his efforts, he could not budge her. She stifled a giggle, then burst into full, boisterous laughter at the tiny man unable to escape her one arm. She suddenly squeezed him in tighter. He wheezed. Her warm, heavy chest engulfed his shoulders.

"How adorable! Little Kaui thinks he can get away from his big mommy, does he? You'll have to ask nicely if you want me to let go." Kaui made a final, halfhearted attempt to push against her. The low rumble of her laughter reverberated through their bodies. 

"Oh, Kaui..."


Three years passed. Esha continued to grow. Kaui, who had gained neither height nor weight since middle school, still stood four foot nine. He continued his weekly visits, awed at Esha's increasing size and beauty. Esha, meanwhile, grew further withdrawn from everything and everyone, except Kaui.

"Are you going to prom?" Esha asked him one day.

Kaui sighed. "No."

"You don't want to go?"

"There was a girl I wanted to ask, but I-I-I couldn't do it."

"Why not?"

"She would never go with me. I'm...too small for her." Kaui let his head hang. Looking up at Esha, he saw her face heavy with sorrow, but her eyes fixed on his.

"I don't want anyone to hurt you.'re—" Esha's voice caught in her throat. "You're...good."

"Um, thank you." The two sat in silence. Kaui slid to the floor. "I should get going. I'll see you next Saturday."

Kaui turned and walked away, waving as he left, a weak smile on his face.

"You are mine, Kaui," Esha said, softly in the quiet of her room.


"Do you feel safe?" Esha said. She tugged up the hem of her shirt, revealing a breast bigger than Kaui's head. Her thick, dark nipple poked his shoulder. "You can touch it, Kaui. I want you to touch it. Feel me."

Kaui apprehensively laid a hand on her warm, soft skin.

"Don't be shy, Kaui."

Kaui embraced Esha's breast, clutching it as she held him close.

"Do you love it?"

Kaui nodded, and Esha nudged her nipple towards his face.

"Show me how much."

Kaui eagerly put his lips to her nipple and sucked. Esha squirmed, and Kaui had to grasp onto her tit to not tumble off her lap. Esha reached under his bottom and lifted him, moaning as his tiny lips worked on her nipple.

"Harder, Kaui."

Kaui stretched his mouth wider to encircle her sizable areola. Esha shuddered as his lips and teeth rubbed against it, and his tiny hands pressed into the sides of her immense breast. "Oh, that's right, Kaui. Make me happy."

Kaui sucked with all his might. Esha let out a thunderous moan. She reached between his legs, massaging him with one hand and pressing him into her body with the other.

"I'm so good to you, Kaui."

Kaui clutched tight to her in response.

"Am I the best mommy you've ever had?"

Kaui nodded, and she squeezed him tight. A tear rolled down his face and she caught it with her finger, stroking his cheek.

"Let's go to bed, little one."

Esha stood, hoisting Kaui into her arms. She carried him with ease. The click of her heels on the hardwood echoed around them. In her arms, Kaui thought he could touch the ceiling. As he moved to reach his arm up, she held it in place.

"Shhh." she cooed, squeezing him against her warm body. "I've got you. Relax. We're almost there."

Esha ducked into the dim light of the bedroom. She made her way to the bed and set Kaui on the ground. As she stood up straight, her breasts cast him in shadow. She unzipped her skirt. Her curves held it in place and she had to tug it down over her hips until it dropped to the ground in a heap.

In her five-inch heels, Esha’s crotch met Kaui at throat level. A large hand pressed him in closer until his forehead met her bellybutton. She held him there, guiding his nose along her silk lace panties. He took in her scent. Esha nudged him backward and sat on the bed. Shuffling her broad hips back and forth, she settled herself on the cool, silk sheets. Kaui watched as she reclined, sprawling her long limbs and torso across the width of the king-sized bed. She propped herself on her elbows and gazed at Kaui over the crest of her mountainous bust.

"Am I too much for you?" she said.


"Nnnngh! Nnnnnnnnggggghhh!"

Kaui tugged with all his might. Across the coffee table, Esha held firm as Kaui struggled with both hands, even using his body weight to try and tug her arm downward. Finally, she pressed her arm down, pinning both of his.

"Wow," he said. "You've gotten strong!"

"Yeah...I guess so." Esha said, folding her arms.

Kaui rubbed his tired arm. "Have you thought of playing sports? You're tall too. I bet you could be on a college basketball team."

"I'm not going to college," Esha said. "I don't like crowds. I stick out and everyone stares at me."

"I can't afford college," Kaui said. His mother had taken an equity loan against the home his deceased father had left for them. She claimed it was for his college, but in the end, it had all gone to alcohol and gambling. "What about your parents?" he said. "Don't they want you to go to college?"

"They don't care. They’re retired and just go on trips. They have vacation houses all over the country. I haven't seen them in months. "I'm probably taller than my dad now, maybe even my mom."

"Really?" Kaui said. "I wish I was tall."

Esha sighed and clutched her knees to her chest. Her compressed cleavage swelled up in the collar of her shirt. "I thought I’d be tall and pretty. But I'm just big. I'm six-foot-five, and still growing." her voice dropped to a whisper. "I weigh two hundred fifty pounds."

"Um...that's not bad," Kaui said. "You are tall, after all."

"It's hard to find clothes. My parents pay, which is nice, but everything costs so much. My bras are over two hundred dollars. I’m freakish."

Kaui said nothing but admired the way Esha's formerly baggy pajamas squeezed her hips. A few inches of her umber flesh peeked through a popped seam on her left thigh. Esha caught Kaui staring.

"I know," she said. "I'm huge."

"No!" Kaui blurted. "You’re beautiful."

Esha gasped, stunned by Kaui’s admission. “W-w-what did you say?” Her eyes, wide with anticipation, waited for him to answer.

But Kaui said nothing. He couldn’t bear to see her look so hopeful. He would never be able to provide for Esha.

Kaui slid off the bed and onto the floor. "I...I need to go."


"I can't take care of you, Esha," he said, backing away, his head hanging. "I'll never be able to. We can't work." Kaui sniffled, turned, and ran out of her home.

For the first time in almost four years, he would not show up next Saturday.


"Kaui, come here," she said, patting her belly. "I want you to climb me."

With Esha's column-like legs on each side of him, Kaui stepped up onto the edge of the mattress. As he began his ascent, Esha brought her legs together, squeezing him between her thighs. Beads of sweat appeared on Kaui's brow as he struggled to free himself. Esha giggled and relaxed her legs, letting him free. As Kaui pulled himself up to her belly, he paused to savor the heat of her smooth silk panties against his chest. Feigning difficulty, he ground against her. Esha moaned, and Kaui felt the deep vibrations pass down her trunk.

Kaui looked up and faced her breasts inches away. Even on her back, they rose high enough to hinder his view of anything beyond. They were magnificent. 

Esha cleared her throat. "I told you to climb, not go on a sightseeing tour. Move along, little one."

Kaui pushed himself up until he saw Esha’s face above the crest of her breasts. She gave him an expectant look which turned to a coy grin as he reached forward. She jerked to the side, sending Kaui tumbling sideways. Startled, he reached for something. He meant to grab the edge of her shirt but she shifted. His hand clamped her nipple. It filled his entire hand. She moaned again. Kaui tried to climb further but her arm resting atop him had him pinned.

"Come on, Kaui. You're stronger than that."

He pushed with all four limbs, but Esha wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. Eventually, his legs slipped, and he dropped face-first into her bosom. She placed her hand on his back, letting it rise and fall. His hand still gripped onto her nipple, but otherwise, his body was slack atop hers. 

She rumbled with laughter. "What's wrong, Kaui? Am I insurmountable?" Kaui did not reply, but Esha felt his small hand tighten again around her nipple. Her hand traveled up his neck. She ran her long fingers through his hair. "It's okay Kaui, you can rest. You're safe here."


It had been months since Kaui's last visit. Esha had not tried to contact him; she couldn’t have even if she wanted to. The two had never exchanged contact information. Esha’s parents had settled somewhere in Europe—she did not remember where. They sent her postcards sometimes. She'd stopped reading them.

In the weeks since Kaui’s last visit, his words played and replayed in her head.

I can't take care of you, Esha. I'll never be able to.

Esha stood in front of a gaudy full-length hallway mirror. Her reflection cut off above her shoulders. Her once-baggy sweater was now snug around the shoulders. Her pant cuffs hiked up to her ankles. Her breasts pushed her shirt out so far, she could not tuck it in. She was bigger and stronger than he would ever be. How could she ever expect him to take care of her?

Esha knelt, bringing her face into view. She imagined Kaui beside her, standing as tall upright as herself kneeling. She would take him in her arms and hold him, give him all the love he'd never had. She would look him in his eyes, and make him her own.

For the first time, Esha knew what she wanted.

She began to work out with her father's weights, willing herself bigger and stronger. She pushed herself, packing on muscle. She consumed thousands of calories a day. Her hips and breasts blossomed out as she added mass to her frame. As her waist grew more pronounced, her pear shape morphed into an alluring hourglass. She bought new clothes, outgrew them, and ordered more. Her bottom became too wide for the chairs, so she ordered larger, sturdier furniture. She replaced the old couch with an oversized chesterfield. She ordered shoes with heels of all heights and custom-made lingerie to fit her outrageous curves.

Five months passed. 

She stood at the mirror and took in the sight of her magnificent body. Did any woman alive match her figure? Her height topped off at 6'8" Her hips measured sixty inches around. Smooth contours of muscle bulged from her long, thick limbs. Her breasts hung full and round from her chest over her soft yet trim belly.

"I'm ready for you, Kaui."

She descended the stairs. As she approached the front door, she paused, drew up straight and relaxed her shoulders. With a deep breath, Esha stepped onto her balcony, just as the ambulance pulled into Kaui's driveway.


Esha held Kaui and let him catch his breath. She shifted to the side. Kaui slid off her and onto the bed. His hand tightened on her nipple again.

"Oh!" Esha gasped.

Kaui released her nipple. He gazed up at her, horrified. "I'm s-sorr—"

Esha placed a finger to his lips. "You apologize when I tell you to," she said. "And, not after making me feel so good. Now, you relax."

Esha swung her long, powerful legs to the floor and stood, leaving Kaui on the expansive bed. With a single tug, Esha tore open her strained t-shirt. She arched her back and her breasts jutted forward, tearing the cloth along the shoulder seams. Kaui watched, captivated by her size, beauty, and power.

Esha dropped the torn shirt to the ground. She kneaded her breasts, each the size of the playground balls Kaui remembered from grade school. He was hypnotized by the abundance of undulating flesh.

"Pay attention," she said, sternly. 

""I know you're hurt. You think you have nothing, but that's not true." Esha clutched her panties by the edges and stretched them over her voluminous hips and thighs. "You have everything you need." Esha extracted her heels from the lacy underwear on the ground. With Kaui's rapt attention, she stepped back and offered him the full view of her majestic, naked form.

"I’ll be everything you need."

Artwork by Stubbornstain

His mother died of liver failure and left nothing but debts. Newspapers piled on the porch. Overdue bills accumulated on the table. The blinds were drawn over every window, and the air in the house had gone stale. He had not seen Esha since he had run out on her months ago. Perhaps he would never see her again.

There was a knock at his door.

Fearing another bill-collector, he stayed put, hoping they would believe the house was empty. The visitor knocked again, harder. Kaui did not move a muscle. From his vantage point on the living room couch, he saw a broad, towering silhouette appear in the window. 

"Kaui," a familiar voice called from outside. "Please let me in."

Kaui slid from the couch and crossed to the doorway. He unhooked the chain and opened the door.

Esha was even bigger, standing straighter than she used to. She stepped inside. Kaui moved aside and let her pass into his home. She approached a faded old green couch and sat. A wooden beam snapped beneath her, but she paid it no mind. She patted the cushion next to her.

"Kaui, come sit." 

Shocked by Esha’s presence in his home, and still captivated by her size, Kaui did as he was told. 

"Now, tell me everything."

Kaui told her about his father's death, his mother's drinking and subsequent neglect. Kaui confessed how much he'd missed Esha when she left school, and how much his life had revolved around visiting her. He apologized for not asking her to prom, even though he knew she would not go.

"...and I can't be there for you. I'm not strong enough. I'm not big enough. I have nothing to offer you."

"Then I will take you."

Kaui's eyes widened.

"You are mine, Kaui. I am everything you need."

"But, my house. I can't afford—"

"I'll buy your house. It’ll be mine too. You can still live here, but you will visit me every week, like you used to." Her voice had changed. No longer timid and reserved; she wasn't asking, she was telling.

"I will see you next Saturday," Esha said. Kaui's eyes followed her as she stood to her full height and loomed high above him. Esha looked down on him, dropped to one knee and brought her face close enough that Kaui  felt her breath on his face. She put a hand on his back, gripped his shirt in her fist and extended a finger to his face.

"6:00 pm. No earlier. No later."

Originally published February 20, 2017Characters and concept by Stubbornstain