The shard of frost pierced her heart. A new Queen of Snow rose—taller than ever.
When Kai and Gerda find shelter from a raging blizzard in each other’s arms, they unwittingly free a terrible spirit from the bowels of Hecatonic University, home of myths and monsters. A chill invades Gerda’s very being, filling her with a craving for warmth, for pleasure—and the growing power that it imparts on her.
Can Kai satisfy the growing woman and pull her back from the brink? Can Gerda resist the call, with all the erotic satisfaction that it brings her? Or will her heart and body turn to ice as she grows into the very avatar of the elements, as cold and unstoppable as the storm itself?
This 3.400 word story contains the following themes: Female on Male, Transformation, Light Erotic Horror, Giantess Growth, Expansion, Escalating Size Difference.
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Kiss of Snow:
Becoming the Ice Giantess
A BLIZZARD RAGED over the gothic spires of Hecatonic University, covering the venerable edifices to ancient knowledge in snow and frost. It was a place of learning, of myths and monsters. Forbidden tomes crowded the library, the medical wing jealously guarded a vast collection of preserved specimens—each more twisted than the last—and the archeological institute contained a dozen artifacts separately prophesied to cause the end of the world. Hecatonic projected deep into the earth, like a great orgasm spreading its roots, and the deeper you went, the less you should stray from the light.
And yet, like any university, Hecatonic had students, here to be educated in the ways of the world, of science and occult lore. Like any student body, the young men and women of Hecatonic spent most of their time chasing after each other. As the storm raged outside, they found warmth and safety in the maze of tunnels beneath the sprawling campus, exploring each other between the ponderous stacks of books.
While the wind howled above, clawing its way through tiny cracks in the old masonry to spread its chill through the underground Archives—as if the Snow Queen herself tried to gain entry—a pair of students drowned it out with a storm of their own: moaning, gasping, the rhythmic thump of thrusting and the creaking of the wooden bookcases, rumpled shirts and naked skin in the warm light of oil lamps.
Gerda lay across a table, glasses askew on her angelic face, her long, brown hair spilling over a half-written report and a handful of ancient manuals—blissfully forgotten beneath her crumpled skirt—while she spread her legs for the lanky youth that loved her. “Yes… Kai, please, keep going, I’m almost…”
Kai tightened his grip on Gerda’s hips, the handsome blonde parting his lips with a wordless grunt that might have been an acknowledgement of her plea or a symptom that he was losing control of his cock. In any case, he sped up his thrusting as the firelight danced across his naked chest, rocking the table with the mounting desperation of his approaching climax.
Gerda, too, moved, squeezing him needfully as that elusive little death approached, their combined rocking sending pens and books tumbling from the table.
In their excitement, neither of the horny students heeded the warnings of the Hecatonic Archives: not the sternly worded signs, not the caution urged by their professors, and—fatefully—not the faint sound of shifting boxes atop the shelf that they so thoroughly pounded against; a rack of vials, contents shimming through thin glass, moved closer and closer to the edge.
Below, Gerda arched her back, tensing her entire body as the moment arrived. “Oh god…” she moaned, eyes unfocused as Kai erupted inside her, the two of them joined in shuddering orgasm.
A silvery object moved through her vision and shattered on her chest.
She jerked upright, blinking unsteadily at the diamond dust that now covered her top. “What the hell?!”
“What’s with the glitter?” Kai said. He squinted at the shards of glass scattered across Gerda and leaned over her to brush them away with a careful hand. “You okay?”
She opened her mouth to tell him yes, when Kai grazed the single large fragment from the contents of the vial, a jagged spindle of mirrored glass that sat embedded in her chest, a thin line of blood staining through her shirt at the entry point. The very touch sent a violent shiver through her being, and Gerda could only stare in shock at the fatal wound. She wrested her eyes towards Kai, looking pleadingly up at him; but the words would not form on her tongue.
“Oh no…” Kai said, staring in dawning horror. “That didn’t… Where did that come from? Can you…?”
Her sensations came slowly, one after the other. Shock, a bit of pain. And cold. She felt so very cold, like a pile of snow had fallen on her. Something was coming. She could feel it. “Kai. Please stay with me.” she said, eyes wide.
The boy squeezed her hand. It felt good, comforting. Focusing on the warmth of his touch lessened her worries.
The spindle of glass caught the light from their lamp and seemed to flash for a moment. Then, moved by its own power, it sank into Gerda’s chest, until the deadly shape had disappeared entirely. She was left with nothing but glitter across her shirt.
But the mirrored shard had not gone. Its icy chill erupted inside her, a blizzard contained entirely within her young body. “Ah!” she hissed through clenched teeth, arching her back, as her hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and tore it open. The glitter had spread through her top, making her pale skin sparkle in the lamplight, like frost upon a meadow.
“Where did it go?!” Kai bent over her, examining the wound, or rather, the lack thereof. A frown of worry marred his face. “Can you feel it? Gerda, we need to get you to the medical wing. I—”
Gerda closed her legs around Kai once more, immediately pulling off her bra to sit up, her perky breasts flush against his chest. “I feel cold, Kai. Warm me up. Please.” She offered no explanation for this sudden change in direction, and instead pressed her lips against his, kissing Kai hungrily, while her hands fumbled for his cock. “I need you. In me. To Warm me.”
“But your chest?” Kai protested awkwardly, squirming as Gerda kissed him. His dick, of course, had no such worries and eagerly awakened to her touch. “This is serious stuff, Gerda!”
“My chest is fine,” she purred between her aggressive kisses and lifted Kai’s hand to her breast. “See for yourself.”
Her boobs were indeed fine, Kai had to admit. No trace of the glass, aside from the faint dusting of diamond particles across her skin. Curiously, the glitter did not rub off on Kai’s own skin, but remained embedded in Gerda’s, a fine layer of shimmering that lent an otherworldly texture to her skin—which seemed less tan than usual and more of a worrying shade of light blue. Cool to the touch, in need of Kai’s warmth. Her nipple, big and hard, pressed into his palm, begging for attention.
He tried to be reasonable. “Gerda…”
She was anything but. She kissed him firmly, her tongue leaving him no space for debate, as her insistent strokes coaxed his cock as hard and throbbing as it could go, ready to plunge ahead in youthful eagerness. And plunge ahead she did, leading him inside her with a hand on his ass.
Immediate relief flooded her body, a spark of warmth in the deadly chill that had filled her. “Yes!” She cried, breaking off the kiss to pump and grind against him, rocking the table once more. “Come on, fuck me! Harder, please!”
“If you’re sure, I can—move a little, I need space to—yeah, like that.” Kai looked at her in wonder and concentration, his face clouded by concern despite giving in to her tempting request. She felt entirely different; the grip, her tone of voice; but it was not until Kai saw the physical changes that the cogs really turned in his head. And even then, they made him doubt his own senses. “Is your hair turning… Blue?”
“Don’t slow down.” It was a command, spoken with a deep, alluring voice, as hard and implacable as a glacier. Gerda wrapped both of her arms around him and led his thrust inside her with a strength she never knew she had. The sparse sparkles of diamond spread over her limbs, until even her toes glittered, and the faint blue coloration of her skin became uniform across her whole body. Her hair changed, strand by strand, to a dark cobalt, the newly colored hairs growing like weeds as they spilled across her back, wild and untamed. The same dark blue crystalized in her lips and on her fat, exposed nipples, which pressed fervently against Kai’s chest to feel his touch, his heat; but not like before: they were higher, kissing his collarbones as her breasts filled his entire chest.
Lost in her quest to warm herself on Kai’s cock, Gerda had not even noticed her ongoing transformation: that she had grown taller, bustier, and continued to do so with every thrust. But Kai did, as his lover’s azure cleavage rose before him to swallow his face. The blonde gave his best ‘deer-caught-in-headlights’ stare at the transformation taking place, looking up to catch the growing goddess’ eyes. “Gerda, snap out of it! What’s—”
She responded with the rumble of an avalanche; merciless, implacable. “Fuck. Me.” Her grip on his ass tightened, using him as easily as she might a dildo. And with her rising height, that might soon become more literal than Kai would have liked.
Any semblance of clothing disappeared from the rising giantess, and as she approached 10 feet tall, even the solid oak table below her sexy ass started to creak in protest. But nothing could deny her. And so, even Kai gave in: as he let her lead him, he twisted back from the smothering embrace of her huge, soft breasts and leaned over to catch her hard nipple between his teeth.
The goddess that was—or had been?—Gerda hissed with approval. “Yes,” she growled, resting one hand against the back of his head. “Harder. Let me feel your passion, your heat!” She sensed nothing else but their coupling: not the rumbling of a tilting bookcase beside her, nor collapse of the furniture as she thrust him inside her with rising intensity, her moans resounding through the Archives as she writhed and tensed. “Come in me, Kai; give yourself to me. That’s what I need, what I deserve!”
Kai was in over his head. His feet no longer touched the floor, and soon he couldn’t even reach her nipple. She was all he could see, smell, touch; but as wonderful as she felt, he could not suppress a shiver—of fear, maybe, and of cold. Markings had appeared on the plump, powerful thighs around him; arcane signs, perhaps a warning. He had had plenty of warnings. This one came too late to stop him from coming too early.
***
Hecatonic itself trembled with the force of her orgasm. Gerda tore through the Archives in a flurry of wind and snow as her great, growing body rose through the subterranean chambers and broke the windows of the basement level, inviting the raging blizzard inside to ravage the old institute. She continued through the main building, the gargoyles and parapets of the west wing tumbling into the darkness as the wall came down around the ascending Snow Queen.
Gerda moved outside, hauling herself from the ruined debris to stand tall in the middle of the deserted University campus, an azure giantess framed by her wild, knee-length mane of hair as blue as the deepest ocean, whirling around in the gale that failed to hinder her graceful steps. Mystical symbols adorned her naked skin, the work of a thousand tiny scribes, and her hair was braided with bands of gold, clinking faintly in the wind when the dozen braids collided.
Around her, the gothic spires of Hecatonic were covered in snow, a realm conquered by Gerda’s vanguard. Only the clock tower rivaled her soaring height, but its mechanisms were paralyzed and inert, frozen by her coming.
She filled her lungs with the chill air and felt at peace. Her breath no longer fogged.
***
Kai emerged from the rubble, dazed and confused. The world was dark and cold, snow blowing in his face and freezing his half-naked body. Still he escaped from the collapsed Archives. “Gerda? Gerda, where are you?” He yelled into the storm, delirious from the event in the depths. Mortal minds were not made to comprehend that sort of transformation; his consciousness divided itself into warring factions, half insisting that he was hallucinating, merely dreaming that he saw the ascension of the Snow Queen, while the other half held on stubbornly to the reports of his senses. In either scenario, he had to find Gerda—and their nest, flattened under an incredible, curvy weight, was no place to stay.
So he stumbled out into the snow, sharp, freezing shocks shooting up through his bare feet as he called her name. But the campus of Hecatonic University was dark, the moon hidden behind the clouds. He could hardly see his own outstretched hands through the flurry of snow. There was only one light in the darkness, a mass of shadows that indicated a figure a few paces in front of him. Kai struggled forward, step by step, guided by the blue glow, like a lamp with a lens of sapphire. As he walked, the storm grew calmer around him, a touch of mercy as it ravaged the town.
He found the lamp hanging from a chain around a strangely shaped trunk tree trunk, or a pillar of some other description. Reaching out to take the light, he found skin, smooth and warm to the touch. Slowly, slowly, he realized that the odd shape was not the knot of a tree; it was an ankle.
“Oh, Kai.” Gerda’s deep, rumbling voice rang out from above. “You look a little lost.”
He froze, one hand on the lamp. The renegade faction of his mind forbade him to look up. But like all curious souls, he had to see what hid in the darkness, knowing full well that his doom might stare back.
As he looked up, Gerda came down towards him; the underside of the great giantess, her thighs a sexy ceiling above as she sank into a graceful crouch. From somewhere above, beyond the snow-tipped mountains of her bosom, her glowing eyes met his.
“You called for me, my little hero, and I have answered. What will you do now?”
Kai opened his mouth to speak, but the wind robbed him of his words.
Beside him, a heavy droplet splattered upon the snow, instantly turning to ice. The giantess made no attempt at bashfulness; her cunt hovered above him, wet as meltwater.
“You used to be more talkative. Did you not? Or is your tongue frozen?” Gerda’s cobalt lips curled in a smile. “Allow me to warm you up, then, just this once. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
Her ass descended upon Kai, the massive, sculpted curves compacting the snow beneath in a perfect imprint of her round cheeks as her thighs enveloped her former study partner, bestowing a breath of life upon his shivering body as she trapped him under her warm pussy.
“There you are.” She exhaled, betraying her relief, her pleasure, at his touch. “Safe and sound.”
Kai, in his daze, started to move in slow steps, squirming as he pierced together what his senses were telling him; that Gerda, in her new, towering guise, had sat on him; and more, was grinding on him with obvious satisfaction. Her cunt, as big as he was, washed the snow away; her gasps resounded across the dark campus, her insistent riding of her tiny lover driving him partially inside her.
“Yes…” Gerda moaned, her skin glittering like a gemstone. “This is what you need. What we need. Mh, Kai…”
The triangle between her cunt and thighs was the entire world, as far as Kai could see; the heat of her loins restored his frozen mind, but every shift he made sent ripples around him as Gerda gasped in rapture, the enormous woman rocking enthusiastically back and forth atop his lanky body. He flailed, grasping desperately for something to hold on to, an anchor to save himself from drowning in her sex. He found something, a hard, rounded nub—throbbing madly at his touch.
“Yes!” Gerda threw her head back, shaking the very foundations of Hecanonic. Her thighs slammed shut around Kai, leaving him to swim in a river of cum, as her cry of pleasure turned into an inhuman keening, indistinguishable from the howling of the wind around them.
Kai kicked his legs desperately to keep his head above water, grasping for Gerda’s pubic mound as darkness took him; the last thing he saw was the unreal sensation of his handholds moving apart under his fingers, her thighs rising above him…
***
The snow kept falling. It had been for days. Kai was struggling to keep track as he wandered across an endless plain of ice. Shivering, naked. But what was the alternative? If he stopped, he would never start walking again. He had to find someone, warn them of what was coming, of the goddess of frost. But where was he? Where was Hecatonic?
Sweet Gerda, where had you gone?
The landscape stretched out all around him, covered in white. Within a few steps, his footsteps had already disappeared in the falling snow; all he could make out was the vague shadow of the mountain ahead of him; there were faint lights glittering at the summit, a beacon lit for him; there would be people there. He had to reach it, or die trying.
Kai climbed the slope, step by step. The ground became rocky and uneven, but as he ascended, the storm gradually calmed, and the incline became gradually milder; ahead lay a dramatic mesa, rising from the top of the mountain at such a sharp angle that it was practically a sheer wall. But the beacon still blinked through the thinning haze of snow and wind. He could make it out, now: a crystal lens the size of a lake hanging at the middle of the cliff, wreathed in shining gold and somehow embedded directly in the mesa itself on a huge, metal stud.
He paused there, looking up at the dark blue rock. At that moment, the clouds cleared and revealed the brilliant night sky, the moon’s glow illuminating Kai, small and alone in the midst of the breathtaking landscape.
The moon blinked at him.
Kai stared back, first in surprise, then in fear, as the brilliant sphere above him became a cold blue, the iris of a great eye.
The Snow Queen leaned in, her face filling the sky, a touch of amusement on her dark lips as she regarded the boy at the cusp of her nipple. “Who enters my domain?” Her voice boomed, sultry and stern.
Kai faced the unfathomable goddess as best he could. “We have to get you home, Gerda. Get you back. The professors can help you.”
“There is nobody of that name in my realm, little one. But you… I may have a use for.” She lifted her breast, the whole landscape moving under Kai.
Falling on his back, Kai stared in fear as the Snow Queen’s lips approached, their sultry, cerulean curves parting to suck her own fat nipple. She brushed against him, a wall of the softest skin imaginable, a touch so delicate that his mind reeled as he sank into it. “No, you don’t understand. I’m here for you!”
“Good. That’s exactly what I desire.” she crooned, the tip of her tongue flicking out to briefly caress the tiny blonde with such precision that Kai clearly felt her lick his cock despite his entire body being less than a speck to her divine enormity.
Kai froze up, remembering well what happened last time he enabled her. He shook his head firmly, “no, Gerda—I mean, Queen—we can’t, you shouldn’t… Ah!” He moaned, his protests cut off by the overwhelming sensations of her kiss.
In the end, Kai was just a man. She was a force of nature, a woman so large that continents trembled at her passing. Her lips closed around him, enveloping his cock like her cold enveloped the world. Kai squirmed and shuddered, lost in endless, erotic touch, soft moans resounding around him; almost like their first time, a hundred years ago, bodies intertwined in tender love. He thought of her shy smile, her cute laugh. A world apart from the unstoppable seductress that toyed with him in her mouth. She bade him cum, and so he did; Kai had no strength left to resist. Shuddering, he offered up his will and warmth with a gasp and a squirt.
She took him with a final kiss of snow.
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