Land of the Giants: A Love Story
By JR Thomas
Epilogue:
Two Weddings and a Visitation
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By the time Dektora Lefay pulled into her driveway it was well past dark. She’d given an evening lecture on the little people, and although well-received by the students and guest whom attended, someone late in the lecture had asked her to comment on the recent marriage of High Councilwoman Galla Placidia to the tiny Earthman John Roberts and Sylvana Noor’s impending marriage to Captain Steve Burton. She’d commented on this with great difficulty for a few minutes, and breathed a sigh of relief when the clock struck nine and the lecture time expired. It had, after all, been only a few short weeks since her plan to abscond with Captain Burton had misfired, and the events of that day were still vivid in Dektora’s mind.
Dektora got out of the car, and the clack, clack, clack of her high heels broke the silence of the night as she trotted up to the front door. She was still lost in ruminations on how badly she’d blown things with Captain Burton, and how she’d narrowly escaped having charges brought against her by Archon Obek. She second guessed herself, thinking she should have known better than to get mixed up in plots with that idiot Kobick. She wished now that she’d made a legitimate play for Captain Burton, before the little Earthman had become an item with Obek’s Secretary.
Deep in thought and not paying full attention to what she was doing, Dektora accidentally dropped her keys. Fortunately she’d left the door light on, and she could easily see where the keys were laying on the walkway. As she crouched down to pick them up, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Looking to the left of the door and immediately adjacent to it at the base of the house, she noticed that something appeared wrong with the basement window. She recovered the keys and walked a few paces up to the window. She reached down to touch it and nearly cut herself on what was obviously broken glass. Now how had that happened? She’d never had any problems with neighborhood kids throwing rocks or softballs, nor had there been any recent thunderstorms. She shook her head and sighed. I’ll just have to call a handyman in the morning. Thinking no more of the broken window, she stood up and walked to the door, unlocked it and entered the house.
Dektora was about to turn on the living room light when, through the darkness, she thought she detected a soft, pulsating red light coming from the direction of her study. Single women who live alone are often prone to paranoia when coming home at night and noticing something unusual, but Dektora was more curious than frightened. She turned on the living room light then slowly walked towards her study. As she approached the doorway the reddish light became more pronounced, and she presently detected a low humming sound. She entered the room, and to her amazement found her little Earth spacecraft alive with sparkling, rotating lights. She turned the room light on, set her purse on the desk, and then quickly walked up to the spacecraft on the low table. As she crouched down to inspect the craft more closely, she noticed a piece of string dangling over the edge of the table. She reached down and grasped the string in her fingers, and following it up found it attached to a safety pin that had somehow been wedged into the table.
She detected movement inside the ship, and what she observed next left her speechless! The ship’s hatch opened, and backing feet-first out of the spacecraft scrambled a tiny man, apparently still unaware of Dektora’s presence. His feet made contact with the table surface, and when he turned around he was met by her huge, smiling face peering down at him with much admiration.
“Well hello there little man!”
Dektora couldn’t get over how cute he was; a bit disheveled perhaps, but nearly as handsome as Captain Burton. Being discovered by the giant alarmed him, and he instinctively raised his hands in a futile gesture of defense against her. He slowly backed away from Dektora until he was up against the ship’s ladder. The tiny man then faced away from her, and in panic covered his head with his arms.
Dektora couldn’t believe her good fortune. It was as if the fates had dropped just what she’d always wanted right in her lap! She took pause to reflect on the situation while the tiny man continued to cower from her in fear. Her first inclination had been to scoop up the little guy and stuff him down her bra, but something went off inside Dektora’s head that caused her to take pause. She thought about it for a moment and quickly came to the conclusion that rather than using her size to force herself on him, she would take the gentle approach this time. She reflected that it had, after all, worked for Sylvana Noor in helping her keep Captain Burton.
Dr. Lefay moved her head close to the tiny man and then addressed him in the softest, most non-threatening, disarming manner that she could. “Don’t be afraid little man, I won’t harm you. You’re safe with me.”
This seemed to work, as the man slowly uncovered his head then turned around to face her. He looked up apprehensively into her huge eyes.
“I’m Dektora. What’s your name?”
The tiny man remained silent for a moment, still feeling some fear at being caught by the giant, and then replied. “I, I, I’m Scott Carey.”
“Pleased to meet you Scott”, she replied in the sexiest, sultriest tone she could muster. Dektora leaned closer and not so subtly exposed her cleavage to him. Although it was obvious to her why he was there, she wanted to keep the conversation going so she asked anyway. “So tell me Scott, what brings you here this evening?” She turned her body slightly as she spoke, treating the tiny man to a view of the entire length of her legs, jutting out as they were from her very short skirt.
His tenseness subsided, and Scott stood up and approached her. “I, I got separated from my ship when you giants captured it. My homing device has a limited range on your huge world, but I finally picked up the signal a few weeks ago and followed it here.”
She gave him a big, knowing grin and brushed a hand through her long blond hair. “Say, Scott, you hungry? I’m famished.”
To Scott Carey, who had been living off discarded giant table scraps, wild berries, and whatever he could scrounge and steal for the better part of a year, these were welcome words indeed. “Thank you Dektora, I’d like that very much.”
Until now Scott hadn’t really thought too much about the giant
women of this world, as he was usually too busy avoiding capture by the giants
or foraging for food just to stay alive.
Standing as he was now before the pleasant and friendly Dektora, however, he couldn’t help but notice how comely
she was in spite of her enormous size.
Her long golden hair was an enchanted forest he could get lost in, her
lovely smile and beautiful eyes gave her countenance a most pleasing look, her long
lithe legs were positively intoxicating, and her cleavage………..Sighs.
He wondered? He hadn’t had a
sexual thought since becoming stranded on this world, but gazing up now at this
beautiful giant woman……. But that’s ridiculous! Or was it?
For Dektora Lefay, however, there was no wondering whatsoever. She was, after all, a highly intelligent woman, and she’s like to think that she learned from past mistakes. She gave the little man a big smile.
As Scott stood on the table taking in the pleasing appearance of his newfound giant friend, he couldn’t help but wonder how his crewmate John Roberts was faring. John had been captured by the SID shortly after they’d landed on Brobdinia last year, and they’d not seen each other since.
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The last of the guests had departed and the newlyweds were enjoying a nightcap. John stood on the counter top while Galla sat close by on a bar stool. She’d changed into a black mid-drift lingerie top and matching miniskirt, and her tiny husband reflected dreamily that the outfit complimented her platinum blonde hair beautifully. They thought the wedding and reception had been wonderful, if a bit hectic, and were relieved that other than some awkward moments with her parents the big day had gone off without a hitch. Fortunately the festivities had taken place in Galla’s mansion, and the relative privacy this enabled had kept things from becoming a media circus.
Galla took a drink from her glass and then set it down on the counter next to her husband. She put her elbows on the bar and clasped her hands together, framing John in an arch created by her arms and hands. She breathed out pleasurably.
“Well my husband, how does it feel being John Roberts Placidia?” She giggled.
He finished off the drink from his doll-sized glass and setting it down, walked up and put a hand on her vertically-positioned arm. Her skin felt smooth and satiny to his touch.
“I don’t mind Galla, really I don’t. Considering who you are and who I am, it was the practical thing to do.” The little man leaned against her arm. “I don’t care what they call me as long as I can spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Oh John, you’re such a wonderful man!” She lightly brushed a hand against his side and caressed his behind. He responded with a long ummmmmmm.
After a few moments passed silently, John put his hands on his hips and looked up at his wife. “So Galla, when do we leave for Cyrodiil?”
She leaned close to the little man. “I’ve booked a flight into Bruma airdrome in two weeks time. It’s going to be a wonderful honeymoon John; Cyrodiil is so beautiful this time of year” she exclaimed with much pleasure and anticipation.
He gave his wife a confused look. “Why are we waiting so long dear? I can be packed and ready to go in no time at all. Do you have High Council business you have to attend to?”
She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise. “Don’t you remember John? Sylvana and Steve’s wedding is ten days from now. We don’t want to miss that!”
“Oh, yes, how could I forget?” he said rhetorically.
She set her long, perfectly manicured fingers down next to him. “Did you see how joyful they looked today at our ceremony? They’re going to be very happy together.”
He began caressing her nearest finger. “Yes Galla, but no one will ever be as happy as you and I” he said lovingly.
“Oh John!” She wrapped her fingers around him, and lifting him up planted a big, lingering kiss on his head. After a moment’s embrace she set him back on the counter top.
“John, when are you going to get out of those clothes? You’ve got lipstick all over your shirt.” They laughed.
“Galla, I still have the shirt I wore the first time you kissed me. I’ve never washed it; I’m keeping it as a memento.”
She looked down on him in delight, practically melting him with her three-foot wide smile. She suddenly stood up. “John, I have one more present for you. Wait here, my little love!”
Before he could respond she got up from the stool and walked away. He gazed at her legs and curvy figure admiringly as she left the room, thinking that enormous size notwithstanding, he’d never seen a mature forty-five year old woman who filled out a short skirt and sexy lingerie better than Galla. In a moment she returned carrying a large ornately-wrapped package perhaps a little larger than a shoe box. She set it down before him on the counter top, and he walked up to it feeling much anticipation and curiosity.
He put a hand on the shiny gold wrapping. “Wow Galla, in these past six months you’ve already give me everything I could ever want. I mean, I live like the King of Lilliput!” He put a hand to his cheek. “Hmmm, I wonder what it could be?”
“King of what?” she asked, not understanding the metaphor.
“Nothing my dear, just a thing from old Earth literature.”
She smiled. “Would you like me to open it for you John?”
“Please Galla. If I do it we’re likely to be here all evening!” They chuckled at his facetiousness.
Without picking up the box she started tearing off the wrapping, and in a moment the top of the box was exposed. She was about to lift off the top when she paused and looked at her tiny husband playfully. “John, I think you’ll appreciate it better if you were on the floor.”
“Oh really? By all means dear.”
John pinned his arms to his sides, and his giant wife gently lifted him off the counter top and placed him on the acrylic floor. When the tiny man had regained his balance, he found himself facing Galla’s very ornate silvery dress sandals. They sparkled in the soft light of the room. His gaze slowly followed up the enormous length of his giant wife’s shapely legs, pausing for a longing moment at the bottom of her mini skirt. He hyper-extended his neck as far back as it would go until he could see her face nearly seventy feet up; framed to perfection by the radiant platinum blonde hair flowing down the sides of her face as she peered down on him.
He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Galla, I love your sandals! I’ve never seen your feet looking sexier!” He hated having to shout during these tender moments, but thought that it was a small price to pay living with this wonderful woman.
She put her hands on her hips and arched her back foot slightly until the heel was no longer in contact with the floor. “Well John, I like them too. I find them rather useful for getting around.” They laughed.
John smiled as he walked up to her closest foot, and kneeling down placed a kiss on her big toe. He lingered for a moment, then stood up and again craned his neck back to see her face. “Galla, the next time you go out of town on High Council business you’re going to have to leave me one of these sandals!”
She looked very surprised. “Why, whatever for John?”
He smiled. “To use as a bed, of course!” Their laughter this time bordered on hysteria.
“John, you’re such a wonderful man!” She clasped her hands at her waist and gyrated her body; looking down at him with an adoring smile. “Now if you’re quite through enjoying my feet, there’s still the matter of your final wedding present. Move back and close your eyes, there’s a good little husband” she said with a giggle.
John did as she instructed, and in a few moments felt the floor vibrate close to him. He instinctively opened his eyes, and there before him was a beautiful red sports car – a reasonable facsimile of a corvette with an open air top, and just his size! He gasped in amazement. John walked up to the car and brushed his hand over the smooth plastic hood. He looked up at Galla and gave her such a big smile that even she noticed it.
“I take it you like John?”
He shook his head enthusiastically. “Like it? Why, why Galla, it’s beautiful!” He stepped back a few paces, framing the car in his line of vision with his giant wife standing close by. He folded his arms across his chest and looked up. “Galla, hot cars and hot ladies, what more could a man want? Thank you so much dear!” John rushed up to her and put his arms (as much as he could) around her nearest ankle, planting kisses on it.
“Aren’t you going to try it out John?”
He looked up and smiled, then walked back to the car. Not bothering to see if the car door opened, he hoped up over it into the driver’s seat. He hit the ignition button and the electric motor hummed to life. Looking down at his feet, he could see what he figured were the accelerator and break. John marveled at the intricate workmanship of the giants who created this model car. Galla must have spent a fortune on it!
His foot pressed against what he thought was the accelerator, and sure enough the car began to move. He slowly swung the car around and headed for the hallway.
He heard Galla’s voice call out to him from above. “John, you look so cute in that little car! I’ve got to take some pictures soon.” He turned his head around and could see her smiling and waving her fingers at him. He lifted an arm and waved back, then increasing his speed headed out into the hall. There was a bump as the car left the acrylic floor and hit the carpet. He increased the speed further, and figured that even with the carpet he was up to around thirty-five miles an hour. Reaching the end of the hall, he turned the car around (the hall was just wide enough for this), then floored it. The car was up to about forty mph as he burst into the recreation room. Looking to the left and right, he noticed that Galla was nowhere to be seen. He started applying the breaks, wondering where his wife had gone, when all at once he felt a sharp jolt. The car came off the ground and he heard a giant giggle.
“Caught you, my little husband!”
He was momentarily disoriented, and upon regaining his
composure looked up into the huge, smiling face of Galla
directly to the front. The tops of her
huge fingers could be seen coming up over the outside of the car doors. He
grinned, thinking that Galla must have hidden by the
entrance, waiting to surprise him when he returned. He loved how playful she could be at times!
Galla licked her tongue over her mouth, moistening her bright red lips. “Now it’s time for my present dear” she said sultrily. She carried the car with her husband still in it into the bedroom. Upon arriving there, she set the car on the bed and then proceeded to sit herself down on the bed to his front. The car sunk slightly as the mattress sagged under her weight. John’s eyes followed her legs as she swung them up and over the car, and scurrying out of the car he was confronted with her sandaled feet crossed one over the other right next to him. She bobbed her top foot enticingly. He put his hands on his hips, admiring the scenery.
“Gonna take my shoes off John?” she said frolicsomely.
He smiled and reached up for the shoe strap around her
ankle. After un-clipping the strap, he
moved down to her toes and started pulling the sandal off her foot. At his tiny size the chore was not always
easy, but he thought that nothing pleased him more than pleasing this beautiful
giant woman who was now his wife. The
sandal cleared her foot, and he took a quick breather before removing her other
sandal. He wondered if Steve Burton had
as much fun with Sylvana as he did with Galla? He supposed he did, otherwise he wouldn’t
have stayed here on Brobdinia with her. John looked up the expanse of his beautiful
bride stretched out before him with her long, gorgeous legs, breasts jutting
from her lingerie top like two magic hills, and her wonderful smile. He sighed, feeling boundless contentment. It
doesn’t get any better than this!
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Galla and John had opted for a small, private wedding in Galla’s mansion. Sylvana on the other hand, had against the advice of Garm Obek and others insisted on a traditional wedding ceremony at the local Brobdinian Orthodox church. Sylvana had argued that since marriage between Brobdinian women and Earthmen was now legal, there was no reason to hide in the shadows. When word of the impending wedding leaked out through the official grapevines, giant dignitaries and celebrities from all over the planet had secured invites through Garm Obek and Galla Placida. As a result it was the best-attended wedding seen on the planet in years. The church pews were filled to overflowing with people, curious to see what promised to be the most unusual media event in many a day. Bertha Fry and her camera crew had obtained permission to film the wedding, and the cameras were rolling as the procession began.
Majestic organ music started playing, and the wedding party
began their slow, stately walk up to the altar where the priest was
located. The maid of honor was of course
Sylvana’s daughter Tarla,
and she walked up the aisle with the groom cupped in her hands. She beamed a huge, glowing smile at Steve, dressed
as he was in an utterly cute tiny tuxedo her mother had made for him. She delighted in any excuse to touch the tiny
man. How she envied her mother! As Tarla passed
close to the camera crew she paused and flashed a knowing grin at her new-found
friend Bertha Fry. The journalist
responded with a wink and a nod. Tarla reflected somewhat conspiratorially on how she and
the journalist had become close due to their mutual admiration for the tiny
Earthmen. It excited her to think that
day after tomorrow she and Bertha planned on doing some little people hunting
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Tarla was followed by the Bridesmaid Galla Placidia carrying the best man, who conveniently was also her tiny husband John. The sight of the two little men in the hands of the women prompted some muttering and pointing from the audience, and those close to the aisle were especially surprised to see Galla’s husband cradling the wedding band in his arms. When Tarla and Galla arrived at the altar, they set the Earthmen down on the priest’s lectern and then took their places just behind him.
A few moments later the bride and her two bridesmaids became visible to Steve coming up the aisle, and when he caught sight of Sylvana he was left speechless and spellbound. Much to his surprise she was not wearing a long flowing gown, but rather a white, laced mini dress and head piece. The white nylons and matching low-healed pumps accentuated the contour of her healthy, shapely legs beautifully, and Steve wondered with some humor if it was OK to think such thoughts in church? He smiled, noting that it was definitely the sexiest wedding dress he’d ever seen. As the trio of giant women came closer, Steve could see that Sylvana’s other two bridesmaids were Honoria Obek and Galla Placidia’s handmaiden. The women presently reached the altar, and Steve put a hand over his heart and sighed pleasurably as he regarded his gorgeous giant bride before him, holding her bouquet and gazing down at him with an enormous smile. She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. He raised his hands as if to catch the kiss, and then placed his hands over his mouth.
The music stopped and the giant priest somewhat stiffly began speaking. It was evident that he was a bit nervous conducting this most unusual wedding, and he stumbled awkwardly with some of the phrasings. It had in fact taken some coaxing getting the priest to agree to conduct the ceremony, but liberal donations by Galla Placidia and Archon Obek to his church had settled the matter. Although the opening recitations went on for nearly twenty minutes, to Sylvana and Steve the time passed quickly. Presently the priest began the concluding rituals.
“Sylvana Noor, do you take this uh, man, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Sylvana’s moist red lips curved up in a glorious smile at Steve standing on the podium. “Where you are Steve Burton, I will be always.”
The priest looked down at the tiny man. “Do you, Captain Steve Burton, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Steve straightened his posture and projected his voice as loud as he could without shouting. “Where you are Sylvana Noor, I will be always.”
The crowd looked on in stunned silence at the woman and the tiny Earthman exchanging vows. You could have heard a pin drop in the large church.
The priest prompted the groom for the wedding band, and the best man John handed Steve the gold ring, which to the little men was nearly a foot in diameter. Sylvana lowered her hand towards Steve, and he ever so carefully, slowly, lovingly, put the ring on her finger. The fit was perfect, and the little man had no difficulty wedging it up to the base of her huge finger. She lifted her hand and gasped adoringly at the ring. Steve thought he detected a tear forming in her left eye.
The priest continued, still feeling a little nervous. “By the authority granted me by the Church and the State, I pronounce you man and wife. May you live a long, happy, and prosperous life, for richer, for poorer, for bigger, for smaller.” He grinned. Although his last few words were totally unscripted and off-the-cuff, the priest thought with no small amount of humor that it had seemed appropriate.
Taken by surprise at the priest’s accidentally-on-purpose levity, Sylvana and Steve looked at each other and couldn’t’ help but laugh. The crowd was equally astonished by the priest’s guffaw, and they broke out in riotous hilarity. Even those who up until now had had decidedly mixed feelings about this unusual wedding found their resistance breaking down, and they laughed as hard as the rest. As it happened the priest’s humor was just the thing needed to lighten up what had perhaps been a slightly tense atmosphere.
The jollity continued for at least two minutes, and when it finally subsided the priest uttered the words Sylvana and Steve had been waiting for all day: “Captain Burton, you may, uh, uh, kiss the bride.”
Sylvana cupped her hands in front of Steve, and he stepped up into her palms. He stretched his arms up to her as she lifted him to her face, and they smiled at each other as if they were the happiest couple in the universe. His hands made contact with the sides of her chin, and Sylvana’s lowered her lips and kissed his face. The size-challenged couple kissed passionately, and after a minute showed no signs of letting up. Numerous ou’s and ah’s could be heard in the crowd, and the women onlookers sighed with much pleasure and envy. Many in the audience thought the newlyweds were going for some kind of record. To Sylvana and Steve, however, it was like living in a wonderful dream that they feared they’d wake up from at any moment. What a long, strange trip it indeed had been!
Over the years critics in Brobdinian society would continue to publicly deride women whom had taken tiny Earthmen as their lovers and spouses, and one of the major arguments frequently sited was that it was not conducive to the propagation of the race. For men like Steve, John, Scott, and others, what did this matter to them if they enjoyed being with these giant women? Concerning the women, statistics would later reveal that a large number of them were in the forties and past child-rearing age, so the whole argument was entirely moot as far as they were concerned. In any case they were all biologically normal men and women, and if they differed by twelve orders of magnitude in size it was to them a minor technicality. In the minds of these ‘mixed’ couples, however, the main issues were practical and not philosophical, and for his part Steve Burton thanked his lucky stars that Sylvana was not one to move around much in her sleep! ;o)