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Gregory Portwood looked up at the stone building in awe. The building was impressive. In fact, so was the entire campus — filled with dozens of stone and brick buildings just like this one. He couldn’t believe that he never knew that the Kneeland School even existed until a few months ago… and today he was moving in!

Of course, it wasn’t all that surprising that Greg had never heard of the Kneeland School. It was in a completely different section of the infinite plane world. It was so far from him that it took him a week to get there, even by light-speed train. But even if he had lived closer, he still wouldn’t have heard of the school. That was by design.

Greg never would have known about the school if it weren’t for his doctor. His doctor had always paid close attention to him. It’s because Greg wasn’t exactly... normal. Well, he was mostly normal. But the part of him that wasn’t normal was very… not normal. Very not normal. He was diagnosed at a very young age with gigantophalia. It was a condition so rare that none of the doctors in his section of the infinite plane had even heard of it. Those doctors poked and prodded him for most of his childhood, but they couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary with him. Aside from the massive bulge in his pants, that was.

That bulge of his seemed to get more and more massive by the day. It wasn’t long before he had to have all of his underwear and pants custom-made. And each year, that bulge kept growing more and more ridiculous. Far, far beyond the normal realm of size. But strangely enough, it didn’t seem to bother him much. He was still able to walk around normally, aside from occasionally bumping into things, and he was able to lead a fairly normal life. Well, as normal as could be expected.

Greg was home schooled from a young age, for fear of being mocked by the other children. Despite that, he did have at least a few friends who lived nearby. They’d grown up with him, so they’d seen the transformation of his bulge from gigantic to behemoth. His parents were glad that he had at least some friends, and especially friends who defended him from the stares and insults of others.

As he approached 18, the plan was for him to continue his studies online via a local community college. He applied, but he wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Greg had spent his entire life cooped up in his house, for the most part. He wanted to get out there — explore the world. But it wasn’t until he went to go see his doctor about a year ago that he had any idea of how to make that happen. His doctor had long been in contact with as many other doctors as he could to try to find out more information about Greg’s condition. But it wasn’t until recently that his doctor had come across information for a special school that might be a good opportunity.

Apparently the school specialized in children with different forms of gigantism. It was a special school with special accommodations for people like him. They taught from as early as preschool all the way through post-graduate degrees, and it seemed like his classes would be fairly normal. The doctor didn’t seem to know a whole lot about it, but all in all, it sounded pretty good to Greg.

He told his parents about the school and they looked into it. The school, upon the recommendation from the network of doctors that had taken interest in his case, decided to offer him an interview. Someone would come directly to their house in exactly one week.

Greg spent that week daydreaming what it would be like to be surrounded by people his own age, free to do whatever he liked without having to worry about his condition. Seven agonizing days later, the doorbell rang. He sped to the door, almost knocking down a vase in the process. Excitedly, he opened the door, but was unprepared for what he was about to see.

The first thing he saw were breasts. Big ones. If Greg were forced to guess, he’d say she was probably an NN-cup or bigger. Definitely in the custom-made bra territory. But it wasn’t just the fact that they were big that drew his eyes to them. They were also at his eye level! Upon realizing this, and realizing that he had just spent several moments staring at his interviewer’s chest, he slowly craned his neck upward. At the top of the doorframe, he found a beautiful, young face, bent over a bit so that she could actually see him.

“Hi there! Are you mister...” She double checked her notebook. “Portwood?”

“Y-yeah, that’s me.” He nodded. “Would you... like to come inside?”

Greg stepped out of the way and allowed her to enter. With amazing grace, the incredibly tall girl ducked through the doorway and stood back up. It was hard to tell exactly, but she looked like she had almost a foot on the doorframe. A quick look down confirmed that she was wearing heels, but it was obvious that the girl was incredibly tall regardless.

“Please, follow me.” He said as he made his way through the house, watching out of the corner of his eye as the girl behind him ducked through every doorway. They reached the living room and he offered her a seat.

“I’ll go grab my parents. They’re probably distracted with something.”

“Actually, I’d prefer to conduct this interview with just you, if that’s okay.” She smiled.

“Umm... okay.” He nodded. “Let me just let them know.” He disappeared up stairs for a few moments before coming back down, his bulge wobbling with each step. As he came down the stairs, he could feel her gaze on his wobbling bulge, a feeling that he knew all too well. It made him feel both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. That a beautiful, young woman was staring at his bulge, and that his bulge was yet again the center of attention.

She seemed to notice the discomfort. “I’m sorry, here I am staring and I haven’t even introduced myself. There will be plenty of time for staring later.” She laughed. “My name is Rachel Thorne, and I work for the dean of admissions at the Kneeland School.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rachel.” Greg said as he sat down on the couch beside the chair she was sitting in.

“So! I bet you’ve got a lot of questions.” She opened her notebook. “But unfortunately, I won’t have a lot of answers for you. At least, not today.”

Greg nodded along, trying to figure out how old she must have been as he listened. He couldn’t imagine she was much older than 24. She must have graduated recently. He wondered if she had attended the school. Did you have to attend the school to work there?

“You see, the Kneeland School is very... private. Due to the nature of the students, we try to let as little information as possible escape into the world around us. If normal people knew... well, who knows what they’d do.” She shrugged. “But anyway, that’s why you won’t find out much, if anything, until your first day. That’s if you get accepted, of course.”

Greg nodded slowly. “Okay, I guess that makes sense. So what do you want to know about me?”

“Well, really I’m just here for...” She smiled and pointed at his bulge. “...him.”

Greg blushed. “That’s it? You don’t have any other questions for me?”

“We’ve got basically everything else we need from your application and from your medical records.” She thumbed through the pages in her notebook. “We just like to make sure to verify the measurements of our students. You can never be too safe.”

“So should I just... take my pants off?” He asked, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Cautiously, Greg began removing his pants, which was no easy task. But with years of practice, it only took him a minute for his pants and underwear to fall to the ground, and for his massive cock and balls to flop out. He stood there in all of his glory, praying not to get an erection. But every glance at the beautiful, giant girl sitting across from him made that ten times more difficult.

Rachel dug through her purse and took out a small wrist band. She stood up (and up) and walked toward him. Bending over she put the wrist band on him, offering an up-close view of her massive cleavage. As she stood back up, those breasts brushed against him. He wasn’t positive, but it didn’t seem like an accident. Was she... flirting with him? Or maybe she just didn’t know her own size? Regardless, his cock was certainly enjoying it, slowly starting to lengthen and stiffen.

Rachel picked up her phone and took some notes. She bent back over and took the band off his wrist and sat back down. Her chest brushed him yet again on the way down and up. He was almost 90% sure she was flirting with him.

“Alright... I think that’s it!” She finished scribbling down some notes. “We’ll be in touch with you within a week to let you know of our decision.”

“Wait, that’s it?” Greg asked as Rachel stood back up and gathered her things. “Just the little wrist band? Did I even need to take my pants off?”

“No, you didn’t. But you offered, so... I couldn’t pass that up, could I? Curiosity and all. For what it’s worth, I hope you get accepted. Our school could use someone like you.” She winked at him. Bump that 90% up to 100%. “I’ll see myself out. It looks like you’ve got some business to take care of.” She smirked.

Greg just stared as the tall woman walked out of the living room and made her way out of the house. Once she was gone though, she was right. He did have some business take care of. Carefully, he navigated his stiffening member though the house over to his bathroom, ready to have the best orgasm of his life.

The days passed by. Each day, Greg would excitedly go check the mail, but he saw no letter. Each day, he worried a bit more that he had been rejected and they weren’t going to tell him. But true to Rachel’s word, an envelope appeared on the seventh day. Greg practically ripped it open and read it.

Dear Mr. Portwood,

We at the Kneeland School are pleased to offer you admittance into our fall freshman undergraduate class. We can’t wait to share more with you once you’ve officially joined us on campus on August 31st.

You’ll receive another letter shortly containing your travel itinerary and an explanation of the travel logistics. Please make sure to pack accordingly and be ready by the date given.

Cordially,

Cynthia Ravensnap, Dean of Admissions

He’d made it in!

As he celebrated, he noticed a pink note fall out of the envelope onto the top of his bulge. He picked it up and read it.

See? I told you you’d get in! I’ll be in touch to get you your travel arrangements.

Don’t be a stranger around campus. ;)

-R

Greg was ecstatic. Not only was he going to be able to go to school like a normal person, but there was actually someone who liked him? Like including his condition. He started wondering about what the other students must look like if someone like that worked for the school. But with such little info to go on, he couldn’t really come up with much.

Another week passed before he received the second letter with his itinerary. He was to leave just over a week before the start of school. He skimmed over the itinerary, his eyes flirting over names of cities, countries, even continents that he had never heard of. One thing did catch his eye though. He was traveling in first class! This meant that he’d have his own private room on the train, which would be perfect. That must have cost a fortune though. Even within the same section of the infinite plane world, a first class ticket was an outrageous amount. But for a week-long journey? It seemed like everything had been thought out though. He had transportation to and from the train stations, and all of his travel documents.

Out of sheer curiosity, he looked inside the envelope to see if there was anything else. But it was empty. Greg wasn’t exactly sure what he was hoping for. Another note? Some sort of indication that she was still interested in him and that it hadn’t all been a figment of his imagination? He was about shrug it off and give up when he turned over the travel itinerary. On the back of it was another handwritten note.

We usually don’t send people first class, but I convinced them you were worth it.

I want to make sure you’re well-rested for your welcome tour. ;)

-R

Greg’s heart skipped a beat. Welcome tour? It sure sounded like it was going to be welcoming... Was everyone at school like that? He couldn’t even imagine.

Greg crossed off the days on his calendar until finally the day came for him to him to head off to school.

Back on campus, Greg finally stopped staring and looked at his directions. He was in Smithe 121. Walking through the campus, he was amazed at how quiet it was. No one seemed to be around. Maybe they’d come later in the day? He found the Smithe building and made his way in. The first thing he noticed were the ceilings. They must have been 15 feet high! Greg wondered if all of the ceilings were that tall, or if it was just this particular building. He wandered the hall looking for his room.

Each door had a number on it, plus one or more names. He couldn’t help but notice that all of the names seemed to be girl’s names. But he was so happy to be there that he tried not to think too much about where all of the guys lived and just enjoyed the thought of being surrounded by girls. Finally, he found his room — 121.

He pulled out the key card that had been included in his travel package and held it up to the scanner. He heard a click, and then opened the door. What he saw inside was.... normal. Almost delightful in how normal it was. A normal bed, normal desk, normal dresser... The only thing he didn’t see was a normal bathroom. But he supposed he’d figure that out as the day went on.

At that point, he was just happy to be there.