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[Mini Story] Not big enough for hugeness
Published: January 31st 2025, 7:00:05 am
Hi Hi ✨
Hope you're all doing well! Today's post is a 2x1 special - a mini story AND the launch of Hugeness 2! The story follows a woman who thought she was big enough to make it into the Hugeness 2 Image Pack but... well, turns out she wasn't quite huge enough 😅
About the pack - this one's been highly requested! Been curating these images since November, and honestly? It might be one of my best yet. Really focused on including only the BIGGEST of the big this time, with special attention to the captions to tell their own little stories.
What's inside? Our absolutely massive ladies in everyday situations - working, relaxing, living life! Got some multicultural vibes, all kinds of outfits, but one thing in common: they're all HUGE!
Quick heads up - releasing this a day early because I'm taking the weekend and Monday off. Back on Tuesday with new folder passwords, pending commissions, Feb's schedule and more content! Let me know what you think of the pack and what you'd like to see in March! I just really needed a break, thanks for understanding :)
Hugeness 2: Image Pack is available in sizes: M, L and XL. Available in shop right now! T4 members, check your chat for the discount code.
📦 Grab the full res images from the attachment section of this post. ⬇️
Thanks for all your support!
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Not big enough for hugeness
"God, these rideshare cars keep getting smaller," Laura huffed, shifting uncomfortably in the back seat of the XL Uber. Her broad shoulders nearly spanned the entire width of the vehicle, and her knees pressed against the front seat. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear, absently running a hand through her dark red hair as she spoke. "I mean, what's the point of ordering an XL if I'm still cramped?"
"Maybe you're just getting bigger," her friend Emma teased through the phone. "Those supplement stacks you're still taking-"
"Oh please, I haven't competed in ages," Laura cut her off, catching the driver glancing at her through the rearview mirror again. "And I told you, I'm maintaining now. Speaking of which - eyes on the road, mate!"
The driver quickly averted his gaze, mumbling an apology.
"Are you terrorising another driver?" Emma laughed.
"He keeps staring! Like he's never seen a tall woman before." Laura adjusted her white laced shirt, the fabric stretching across her broad chest. "Though I suppose I can't blame him entirely. Not everyone looks like this without even trying anymore."
"Without trying? Laura, you spent six years competing-"
"Details, details," Laura waved her hand dismissively, even though Emma couldn't see it. "The point is, I look amazing, and this magazine cover is practically mine already. I mean, have you seen the past issues? The girls they use are fit, sure, but none of them have my... presence."
The driver hit a speed bump, causing Laura to bump her head slightly on the roof. "Oi! Careful with the precious cargo here! I swear, if you mess up my hair before the shoot..."
"There isn't going to be a shoot," Emma reminded her. "Laura, you can't just walk into BarucAI's Editorial and demand to be on the cover. They're exclusive, they have a whole process-"
"Process, schmoccess," Laura scoffed, admiring her reflection in the window. The morning light caught the definition in her arms, visible through the laced sleeves of her shirt. "One look at me and they'll forget all about their precious process. Trust me, they haven't seen anyone like me before."
"That's what you said at that gym last month, and then that new trainer turned out to be-"
"We don't talk about that," Laura interrupted sharply. "Besides, this is different. I've studied their covers - all the models are just... regular fit. Nice bodies, sure, but nothing special. Nothing like..." she flexed her arm, the movement causing her bicep to strain against the delicate lace, "...this."
"Your ego is showing again," Emma sighed.
"It's not ego if it's true," Laura grinned, then frowned as the driver took a corner too slowly for her liking. "Come on, grandad! I'm not paying you to crawl through traffic!"
"I'm going the speed limit," the driver protested weakly.
"The speed limit is for people who don't have important photo shoots to get to," Laura retorted, then returned to her phone conversation. "Anyway, Em, I should go. Need to mentally prepare myself for my cover debut."
"You mean your walk of shame when they kick you out?"
"Please," Laura laughed, "have you forgotten who you're talking to? I was Ms. Olympia three years running. If anything, they should be preparing themselves for me."
The car finally pulled up outside a modest but elegant building in the heart of downtown. Laura ended the call, gathering her things as the driver rushed to open her door - whether out of courtesy or fear, it wasn't clear.
"Finally," she muttered, unfolding herself from the car. Her full height became apparent as she stood, smoothing down her tight white pants. A small crowd of businessmen waiting at a nearby coffee cart stopped their conversation to stare as she stretched, her impressive frame casting a shadow over the Uber.
"Good luck with your shoot," the driver called out hesitantly as she strode toward the building's entrance.
Laura didn't bother to respond, her mind already focused on her imminent triumph.
Laura pushed through the revolving door, having to turn sideways to accommodate her broad shoulders. The lobby was all polished marble and modern art, with a sleek reception desk manned by a young man who looked fresh out of university. He glanced up as she approached, his eyes widening slightly.
"Welcome to BarucAI's Editorial. Do you have an appointment?" he asked, straightening his tie nervously.
Laura leaned on the desk, purposefully flexing her arms as she did so. The lace of her shirt strained against her muscles. "Honey, I don't need an appointment. I'm your next cover model."
The receptionist blinked rapidly, consulting his computer screen. "I... I'm sorry, but we don't have any cover shoots scheduled for today. And our models are typically invited through our talent agency partners-"
"Listen..." Laura squinted at his name tag, "...Timothy. You're new here, aren't you?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Then let me explain how this works," she cut him off, drumming her fingers on the desk. "You see someone like me walk in - someone who clearly belongs on magazine covers - and you make it happen. Simple as that."
Timothy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Ma'am, I understand you're interested in modeling for us, but there's a process. We have exclusive contracts with specific agencies, and our covers are planned months in advance-"
Laura laughed, the sound sharp and dismissive. "Sweetie, your last cover model was what, 5'10"? Maybe 5'11"? Decent physique, I'll grant you, but nothing special." She straightened up to her full height, making Timothy crane his neck to maintain eye contact. "Now look at me and tell me I'm not an upgrade."
"That's not... I mean, you're very..." Timothy fumbled with his words, his face reddening. "Look, even if I wanted to, I can't just-"
"Can't just what?" Laura raised an eyebrow. "Make an executive decision? Show some initiative? Come on, Timothy, do you really want to be the one who turned away the best cover model this magazine has ever seen?"
"Please, if you'd just fill out our submission form-" he reached for a tablet.
"Oh honey, no," Laura pushed the tablet away with one finger. "I don't do forms. What I do is go in there," she pointed toward the hallway behind him, "and show your photographers what they've been missing."
Timothy stood up, though he still had to look up at her. "Ma'am, I really can't let you-"
"Watch me," Laura winked, already striding past the desk. Her long legs carried her quickly across the lobby despite Timothy's protests.
"Wait! You need clearance! Security!" Timothy called out, scrambling to follow her.
Laura ignored him, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she made her way down the hallway. "Photo studio, photo studio..." she muttered, glancing at the signs on each door. Behind her, she could hear Timothy's increasingly desperate attempts to catch up.
"Please, you really can't go in there! We have exclusive shoots today! Important clients!"
"Sounds perfect," Laura called back over her shoulder, not bothering to slow down or look back. "They can thank me later for upgrading their shoot."
The hallway narrowed as she proceeded, forcing her to turn slightly to avoid her shoulders brushing the walls. She could hear activity coming from one of the rooms ahead - voices, the sound of equipment being moved, camera shutters clicking.
"Finally," she smiled, increasing her pace. "Time to show them what a real model looks like."
Timothy's voice was getting more distant - apparently he'd given up the chase. Laura rounded a corner, her mind already on her imminent triumph. She was so focused on the sounds of the photo shoot ahead that she didn't notice the approaching footsteps from the connecting hallway.
"This is going to be perfect," she muttered to herself, taking long confident strides. "They won't know what hit them..."
The collision was inevitable. Laura, striding forward with her usual confidence, slammed straight into what felt like a wall - a surprisingly warm, soft wall. The impact sent her stumbling back a step, something that hadn't happened to her since... well, ever.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" a flustered voice came from above. Laura blinked, momentarily disoriented. Above? She wasn't used to having to look up at anyone.
Standing - no, towering - before her was a woman with long black hair cascading over impossibly broad shoulders. Her white blouse, despite being clearly tailored for a larger frame, strained against her chest and arms. A pencil skirt hugged thick thighs that literally filled the width of the narrow hallway.
"I'm such a klutz sometimes," the woman continued, adjusting her glasses with hands that could probably palm Laura's head like a basketball. "Are you okay? I was rushing to get these files sorted and wasn't looking where I was going and-"
Laura cut her off, trying to regain her composure. "I'm fine," she said curtly, unconsciously straightening her posture and squaring her shoulders - a pose that usually made her the dominant presence in any room. But even standing at her full height, she found herself staring at this woman's collarbone.
"Oh good! I'm Carole, by the way. I'm the assistant for today's shoot." She smiled warmly, seemingly oblivious to Laura's discomfort. When she shifted her weight, her thighs brushed both walls of the hallway simultaneously.
"Assistant?" Laura couldn't keep the disbelief from her voice. She flexed subtly, a habit that usually drew attention to her impressive physique. But next to Carole, her flexed arms looked almost... ordinary. "I'm here for the cover shoot."
"Oh!" Carole's eyes widened behind her glasses. "But we're not doing any additional casting today. The shoot's already started with-"
"Listen," Laura interrupted, falling back on her usual confident tone despite having to crane her neck upward. "Clearly there's been a misunderstanding. I'm Laura Mitchell. Three-time Ms. Olympia?" She struck a subtle pose that normally left people in awe.
Carole just blinked, her expression puzzled. "That's really impressive! But um, I don't think you understand. Our cover model today is..." she paused, glancing over her shoulder nervously. "Well, she's quite a bit bigger."
Laura scoffed, though it came out less dismissive than she'd intended. "Bigger? Than me? Come on, I'm-"
"Oh, definitely bigger!" Carole nodded enthusiastically, unconsciously stretching her arms in a way that made the seams of her blouse creak ominously. "I mean, I'm just her assistant and I'm..." she gestured vaguely at herself, seemingly embarrassed by her own size.
Laura felt her face flush. She was used to being the one making others feel small, not... whatever this was. "Well, I still think if your photographers just saw me-"
A deep rumble of what felt like footsteps cut her off. Carole's eyes lit up. "Oh! That'll be her now. She just finished the first set of shots."
Laura turned toward the sound, her usual bravado faltering as the hallway seemed to darken with an approaching shadow. Around the corner, she could make out the silhouette of someone approaching - someone who made even Carole look small in comparison.
"Maybe I should..." Laura started backing up, for the first time in her life feeling genuinely diminutive.
"Oh no, you should definitely meet her!" Carole beamed, apparently missing Laura's discomfort entirely. "She's really nice! Though um, you might want to step aside a bit. The hallway's a bit snug for her..."