Andrea Dimitrescu (Sweet)

(Author’s note: this one was the first of three versions of the same story which ends up being…very weird as is tradition. But, this one is quite different, and I do recommend that you read it fully because in the end, it absolutely does NOT go the way you’d expect it to and it actually has quite some lore implications.)

Dread it. Run from it. But porn memes will arrive just the same to the Creneth household. 

Andrea didn’t care for memes but any internet trend in porn she would pick up on. Then she’d custom order a suit and insist Markus would fuck her in it. Like the time she ran around as Astolfo, the pink-haired femboy with a ginormous dick hanging underneath. And she wouldn’t stop dragging some can of energy drink around for some reason. Then there was Bowsette, the female version of Bowser. Markus didn’t really get it but he never said no to sex with hot women…followed up his wife in a Bowser skinsuit giving him a blowjob.

And then the new Resident Evil game released its first trailer. The very centrepiece of it was a foe named Baroness Alcina Dimitrescu. At first glance, this pale noble woman with a massive chest in a white dress seemed to be like any other villain from the series. But her sheer size, three meters high, made her stand out enormously. Combine that with the internet’s porn producing capacity and soon she was a pornographic meme.

Which meant that his wife would eventually pick up on it and custom order a skinsuit. With his car keys in hand he stepped into the main hall of his mansion when he was confronted with three figures. Three nightmarish people that would’ve frightened anyone that saw them, especially this late at night.

Standing there in the lobby with a refined smile was Alcina Dimitrescu, towering over Markus in all proportions dressed in long black gloves, a white dress and her massive hat. Flanked on both sides by two girls wearing cultist robes and unhinged looks in their eyes. Dried up blood hung underneath their lips and their smiles seemed to be coated in pure malice at seeing a new victim.

For anyone, the real, physical appearance of a three meter tall villain from Resident Evil and two of her blood coated lackeys would have given them extreme terror. Scary in game, absolutely terrifying in real life.

For Markus Creneth, it was just a tuesday. (And it actually was!)

“Evening, dear.” He looked the pale woman with the yellow pupils in the eye and smiled, his mind imagining having sex with such a large woman.

“Welcome Markus.” Her voice seemed to be deliberately pretending to be someone of high class. She reached into her coat and lit up the cigarette in its holder, taking a good tuft of it and smiling. All in all she looked very refined and classy

For five seconds.

Then the sensation of smoke burning inside her lungs made her buckle over and violently exhale the smoke. She fell onto her knees and wheezed. None of her daughters seemed to respond as Markus quickly closed the distance and hugged the gigantic woman tenderly.

“Are you okay Andrea?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She threw the cigarette holder to the side. “Stomp that out.” She ordered one of her daughters without saying a word stamped on the lit cigarette.

Marius continued to look her in the eyes and smiled. 

“You look amazing by the way. Doesn’t look like you’ll fit through most doors.”

“I basically have to duck a lot. But it’s worth it dear, this has been so much fun.” Lady Dimitrescu looked up at him, her pale face and her creepy features contrasted by the sincerely warm smile on her face which turned to a bit of a guilty look. Andrea remembered what she planned to do with Markus for her own amusement and decided to change plans right then and there.

She let go of Markus and once again towered over him by more than a meter

Markus glanced at the two other women in the room who seemed to do nothing but stare creepily at him. 

 “Disable personality subroutine.” He spoke up. Immediately both women touched their foreheads and looked up.

“Ewww, fake blood all over my face.” The one on the left immediately started ripping off the mask on her face. Jeanne immediately tossed the creepy face aside and started ripping out of her cultist like outfit untill she was fully naked. “Im taking a shower, yuck i feel dirty.”

“I take it you don’t need me any more, Andrea?” Olivia spoke in her own tone even though she still had the creepy look in her eyes.

“No, no, I want him all for myself.” The tone was sinister, the emotion sincere. 

“A shower seems nice, actually…” She scratched some of the fake blood off her chin before wandering off, leaving the two of them behind. 

“So, what do you think of these?” She reached into her cleavage and pulled the white robe aside, revealing her massive breasts that literally hung over Markus. Their proportions on a normal woman would have counted as G cups, probably. But since the woman standing next to Markus was in fact three meters tall and her breasts were more like an impossible Z cup size. 

“Fantastic! Bigger than I’ve ever seen. I bet you want to walk around with these all day don’t you?”

“Can you imagine? Everywhere I’d go all men would look at me and imagine fucking me…all that attention…and then the jealous looks of women. Can’t we just say I got mega breast implants dear, can I keep them?” She fondled her own breasts and squeezed her nipples which started to leak milk.

“No. But we can use them anytime you’d like.” 

Alcina made good use of her larger and superhumanly strong  form to lift Markus from the ground and stuff his chest in between her cleavage so that the two could kiss each other on the lips. With both his hands Markus rubbed the skinsuits’ gigantic areolas while they locked lips. It was a bit uneasy at first but Alcina wrapped both her arms around him effectively smothering him in between her cleavage. She started moving towards their bedroom, ducking for every door while continuing to kiss her husband.

He broke the kiss for a second. “If im going to have sex with such a big woman, I’ll need a bigger dick for it don’t you think?”

“Good idea…maybe the biggest we have…”

“I don’t usually agree on the biggest but this situation calls for it. Don’t think my dick can fill up this big a lady…”

With a jarringly soft and sentimental tone, Alcina said “Your dick always fills me up, dear.”

“Thank you. You’re really sweet sometimes,dear.”

She looked down at him and considered something a second before pulling Markus along. Markus couldn’t see it since her face was three meters high but Andrea seemed to be quite conflicted at the moment. 

Markus walked to the elevator and then looked back.

“Oh, I think you need to go around, actually.”

“No, no I will be fine.” In a rather comical way, Lady Dimitrescu got on her knees and stuffed herself into the elevator, her hat almost getting caught on top. Then, Andrea being Andrea, she pounced on Markus. She ripped off her dress halfway through, freeing her 3X breasts and squeezing Markus in between them. Markus could do nothing but enjoy the feeling of being pressed against  the other side of the elevator with his body pressed in between cleavage. He looked up at her, and the only thing he saw was the creepy, pale, yellow-eyed face of Lady Dimitrescu warmly smiling at him. Markus took a moment to free his arms and start massaging the massive nipples that were pressing into him.

“That’s…that’s a new experience.”

“Death by titties…” Alcina leaned forward and let her creepily long tongue roll out of her mouth that affectionately petted Markus’s cheek. He could do nothing but smile and enjoy it before the tongue suddenly deepthroated him. Markus didn’t see that coming and immediately went into a deep involuntary coughing. Alcina pulled out immediately, looking somewhat guilty as Markus heaved and coughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s…*cough* *cough* fine, dear.”

She affectionately touched him on the cheek. Markus meanwhile looked her in the eyes, starting to get confused at her sweet and affectionate behaviour. Of course, Andrea adored him…in her own “special” way, but she seemed to be far less…herself. The way she looked at him, touched him, it was so…

“Jeanne?”

“No, dear, it’s me. Do you REALLY think Jeanne likes to walk around like this, ever?” She motioned at her Z cup cleavage.

“Well, no, but…are you alright?”

“Never better.”

The elevator did a ding and the doors opened and Lady Alcina released the pressure to scramble backwards through the door. As Markus got out he looked up at the giant woman who seemed to avoid his glance awkwardly leading the way to the table of dicks.

Markus caught her off guard by suddenly leaping on top of the mask tables so he could match her height. With a piercing, dominant look he met her gaze.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me what is going on.”

She faltered, met his gaze, and then turned away. Without saying a word, she sat down on the bed, it creaking under her large form. But it held up firmly, custom made to take extra big weights…and monstergirls.”

The sigh was loud and reverberated through the room. “Would you believe me if…”

Markus stepped down from the table and slowly approached the woman. Despite her major size, she seemed quite deflated and even depressed.

“If I’d told you I’d changed?”

He stepped onto the bed and met her at her eyeheight before doing his best to hug his wife.

“Changed…changed how dear?”

“Would you want me to change?”

“…in what way?’

“Just as a person… I don’t think I want to do this any more.”

Markus’ heart sank and he was equal parts concerned and shocked. She wasn’t being herself at all. “Do what?”

“Markus…I, I..i have only ever been taught that the world was harsh. If you weren’t abusing or stealing or lying, you were weak. No time for sentimentality or love.”

Alcina wrapped Markus in her arms. What was intended as a sort of cute hug came across more like a mother cradling her child due to their current size difference with Markus wrapped in her arms, pressed against her breasts.

“And then I met you… I was wild back then, like an untamed beast. Every second where you weren’t domineering me or ploughing me all I could think of is how to get back at you, and steal your life. But you know what stopped that?”

“You were kind to me…even when you weren’t fucking me.” She gently stroked his hair, her creepy yellow eyes full of love. “You wanted to know who I really was. You actually cared.”

“Take off the skinsuit.” 

She glanced at him for a second before reaching back and knocking the large hat off her head. Pressing one thumb down on the top of her head forcefully until her gigantic form collapsed into two halves. Markus and Andrea fell onto the bed half wrapped in the skinsuit of the gigantic woman.

Andrea was naked as usual, with her D cups hanging out and a dick hanging from her crotch that even outdid him in size.

“All the way dear?”

“Really?”

“Show me yourself, please.” He glanced at her, not sure how to process all these emotions coming from his wife.

“Okay, fine.” Andrea pressed down on her head once again, and five seconds later she fell apart. As her face split in half and peeled off, it seemed to reveal the same pale redhead face as before, but her body had changed drastically. The first time in many years she was fully herself.

This was what she had always been running from. Her underdeveloped form. Not in the sense where she just had an unimpressive form, but rather, her actually underdeveloped form. She was short, reaching up just to 1.50, and her form was as flat as a board. No tits, no ass. Only her face looked the same as the body she usually paraded around with. 

She looked alone, miserable and vulnerable and Markus immediately wrapped her into a tight hug. Andrea reached her arms around his neck and unleashed a wave of tears for the first time since Markus had met her, sobbing frantically in his arms. He could barely keep himself dry.

“I don’t want you to push me away, please don’t push me away just because im no longer the crazy bitch I used to be.”

Markus could do naught but hug her tight and whisper comforting things in her ears until she calmed down.

“I would never push you away dear, I love you, I love you so much. You bring so much joy to my life.”

“And what about all the times where I drove you up the wall then? I don’t…I’ve…Jeanne has…she has…shown me the way.”

Markus gently stroked her hair and wiped some of the tears off her face.

“Shown you the way?”

“I don’t…I dont have to be this BITCH any more, I’ve robbed, stolen, lied and manipulated all my life and now I don’t I don’t need to any more. At all. I have ruined so many lives just because I didn’t know any better. Never even thought about people facing consequences for the things I did to them.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, this has been building up for a while now, hasn’t it…”

“Yeah…ever since…Jeanne happened. I don’t have to be this…hard any more, I don’t want to be…”

Markus held her close and hugged her tight.

“It’s okay Andrea, just let it all out. This is good for you though, you can start working on being a better person. I always hoped that…you know, I could slowly get you to turn around.” They kept embracing one another for a while, keeping their bodies close.

“So does that mean you’d want to have less sex?”

A little chuckle escaped her mouth. Then it turned to a laugh, ever escalating into a near unhinged expression of pure mirth. Markus glanced at her as she laughed, a slight bit intimidated as he giggled along uncomfortably.

When she came down there was just a decisive “No.” 

“Any more stupid…any more questions you want to ask me?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“What?”

“You…thinking about who you are.”

“I think…when Jeanne happened. When she stopped becoming a pushover fucktoy and started…loving you, and me, in a way. Didn’t want to admit any of that because…that was the woman you married. Me. Old me.”

Markus held her tight

Just know dear, you will never again need to lie to us about how you feel. I know you can do it perfectly and make me believe practically anything you’d say…but you don’t have to. You can tell me and Jeanne the truth. No need to hide behind the facade. Just be yourself…or someone else.”

Andrea looked aside for a moment, lost in thought. Then, she looked him right in the eye.

“Can you please promise me one thing?”

“Yes?” Markus titled his head to the side.

“Please, don’t ever make me get this naked again. I don’t…I don’t want to ever look at myself.”

“I just…I had to be sure it was you. Go put your skin back on, dear.”

She didn’t wait to break from the hug as the real form of Andrea practically tore at the skinsuit version of herself. The tiny woman ripped open the skinsuit of her fake self, which by now had become her real self. With a sort of maddened frenzy she shoved her legs into the skinsuit, watching as they stretched out and Andrea’s hips had shape once again. The giant dick, which outdid Markus’s in size quickly came to life. For a moment, Andrea touched her dick with her real hands before immediately pulling back and sneaking both arms into her. To her great relief, her D cup breasts started to grow, springing forward into place. Her longer arms grew into shape filling up her well manicured hands. All that remained was the empty face of…herself, hanging in between her breasts. Andrea pulled the opening on the back of her own head wide and then pulled it back over her own. With a bit of shaking and moving Andre opened her eyes, the opening on her back pulling tight.

This Andrea was just a bit shorter then Markus, but still more than 25 centimeters    then her tiny original form. Satisfied, she immediately wrapped herself around Markus, kissing and hugging him all over, smushing their cocks together and flattening her tits against his chest.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I would never abandon you dear, you know that right? Just, you have to keep developing and growing. Life…life is a struggle, and when you take a blow, you have to get up and just move on.”

There was no real response, as they just embraced each other’s warmth in silence, with Andrea buried in his chest. Markus rubbed her shoulders slightly, not sure how to proceed but just seeking to reaffirm his wife at this moment.

“Aight. Allright, well…we came here for a reason, didn’t we?” The smile, the mad smile on her face was back, so it seemed at first. But as Markus glanced at her…he could tell that it was somewhat different. Still energetic and bright, but now the undertone was warmer. 

“So, we came here for sex with a giant woman, what are we waiting for? Help me put her on, Markus, and let’s get to it!” 

“I’ll go put on a giant dick, and I’ll be right behind you.”

Andrea giggled as she started opening the skinsuit of the gigantic, pale looking woman while Markus ran off to the other side of the masking bunker

From an outsider’s perspective, things were looking to be the same old, same old, but now, perhaps things would be moving in an unexpected, yet wholesome direction.