Land of the Giants: A Love Story
By JR Thomas
Chapter
Five: First Night
It had been the fourth trip by the little people to Archon Obek’s estate and things were proceeding very satisfactorily for all concerned. The Spindrift crew had received much-needed food and supplies, and the giants were already starting to reap the benefits of the advanced Earth technology. To reciprocate, the giant scientists and technicians were now helping the Earthmen construct new reactor shields for the Spindrift; the first step in making the ship airworthy again. Valerie had accompanied Steve and Mark on this trip over the mild protestations of Steve. Mark argued that they could use the extra pair of hands, although the unspoken reason was that he was deeply in love with Valerie and preferred having her near him. In any case, the little people had reached a point of familiarity and trust with the Archon and his associates, and the men felt it was reasonably safe to start binging some of the other Spindrift crew to help out.
On this particular day they had gotten a late start leaving the Archon’s estate; due to Mark not wanting to leave until they had reached what he considered a satisfactory milestone in the reactor shielding project. The sun had already begun to set by the time Sylvana reached the park. The little people were riding in her purse as usual, and upon arriving at the rendezvous point, she put her purse on the ground, opened it, and one at a time lifted the little people out and set them on the ground. As usual she took her time with Steve. Her fingers gently caressed him as she released her grip on the tiny Earthman. The others noticed this, and Valerie gave Steve a sly gin. Mark, however, was getting rather used to Sylvana and Steve’s flirtations, and he just rolled his eyes.
Sylvana’s voice could be heard in the air above them. “It was nice meeting you Valerie.” She peered down on the tiny woman and smiled.
“Thank you Sylvana. It was nice meeting you too,” Valerie graciously replied.
“Valerie, maybe sometime soon we could do lunch or tea or something. You know, have some girl talk.”
“I’d like that very much Sylvana.” The giant secretary and the tiny ex-socialite giggled and smiled at each other. The two men grinned, sensing the female bonding which seemed to transcend size.
Valerie wrapped her arms around her chest. “Brrrrrrr……It’s getting chilly out here.”
Mark and Steve looked around. The wind did seem like it had picked up a bit, and large sinister-looking clouds could be seen overhead, making the sky appear prematurely dark.
The giant secretary looked up at the sky, and then down at the three little people at her feet. “It does look like we’re in for some rain. Are you sure you want to go back to your ship tonight? I could take you back to Archon Obek’s; I’m sure he would be happy to put you up for the night.”
Steve angled his neck back to see the giant woman’s face. “Thanks Sylvana, but I think we’ll be alright. You better get going too, as the roads are liable to be dangerous in this weather”, Steve added, expressing some concern for his giant friend.
The wind had picked up noticeably in just a few brief moments, and Mark, seeming more than a little worried, tapped Steve on the shoulder. “We’d better be on our way Steve. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Agreed Mark, let’s go,” Steve said with a sense of urgency. The three little people bade goodnight to Sylvana and hurriedly made their way out of the park.
In about five minutes they reached the riverbed that they
usually followed back to the general vicinity of the Spindrift. It was actually a small creek, but to the
little people it may as well have been the
Valerie stopped. “Gosh guys, I’m beginning to think that we should have taken Sylvana up on her offer,” she said as she wiped some rain water off her face.
Mark put his arm around her. “Don’t worry Val. If the storm gets bad we’ll find a place to hunker down until it passes.” They continued on, and the storm did in fact steadily worsen. Thunder could now be heard, getting ever closer like some creeping artillery barrage.
Steve was leading the way, and he suddenly motioned the others to stop.
“What’s wrong Captain?” Mark asked.
“I don’t know, but I thought I heard moaning, like wild animals or something”, Steve replied ominously as he pointed into the forest bordering the stream.
In another moment their worst fears were realized.
“Bark! Bark. Bark! Bark!”
“An SID patrol!” Mark shouted. The unmistakable sounds of the SID blood hounds could be heard above the sounds of the approaching storm.
Valerie was by now incensed. “Great, those assholes sure picked a bad time to show up!”
Steve looked at the others, and then pointed to a particularly large tree that was close by. “Come on”, he commanded.
In a few moments they were crouching next to the huge oak at the forest edge. They anxiously watched the approaches to the forest for signs of the patrol. Mark did his best to comfort Valerie, now shivering from the cold and fearing capture by the SID. He held her tightly against him.
“Let’s just hope the rain will throw off the scent of the dogs”, Steve said.
Mark looked at the Captain. “Steve, do you think they followed Obek’s secretary here?”
“It’s possible Mark, but keep in mind that the SID does occasionally patrol these woods.”
“I hope so Steve, because if they did follow her, then that could put everything we’re doing with the Archon in jeopardy.” The wind roared around them. Mark gave Captain Burton a puzzled look. “I don’t understand it Steve. If Obek has the support of the High Council, then what’s the SID doing out looking for us?”
“I’d wondered that myself Mark.” He put a hand to his cheek and contemplated the situation. “Maybe there are some dissenters on the High Council, or maybe it’s just that our old friend Kobick is a loose cannon rolling around on deck”, Steve said with a smirk on his face.
All at once Mark’s eyes widened. “Steve, look!” Out from the tree line came three giants wearing raincoats; each with a blood hound on a leash. One of the men wore tell-tail spectacles. “Speak of the devil”, Mark noted with disgust. “Kobick!”
“Oh God no!” Valerie cried, as she buried her head in Mark’s chest.
The three little people crouched low in the grass as the SID men passed by the tree where they were hiding. The menacing giants were brandishing high-powered flashlights, as it was almost dark.
Just when they thought the giants were going to pass them by, one of the dogs started snarling and pulling at its leash. It looked in the direction of the tree. “Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!” The piercing, menacing sound never failed to send shivers up the spines of the Earthmen, and their collective hearts sank.
“Over there” Kobick said to his deputies. Flashlights scanned the base of the tree where they were hiding, and the little people could now hear the “thump, thump, thump” of jackboots growing louder as the giants approached.
Realizing that they were about to be captured if they did nothing, in the blink of an eye Captain Burton got up and tugged at Mark and Valerie. “Run into the forest! Now!”
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They were up in an instant in response to Captain Burton’s orders, and when they saw the three giants with their ravenous beasts mere footsteps from them, they needed no further encouragement. Mark and Valerie promptly bolted off in the direction of the forest. Mark had assumed that Steve would be following them, and when he looked over his shoulder was surprised to see him taking off towards the stream in the opposite direction. Steve was sacrificing himself as a decoy, Mark thought. He grabbed the arm of the by now hysterical and sobbing Valerie, and in a few moments they reached the cover of the forest.
In spite of the bad weather, Captain Burton in his red uniform was still readily visible to the giants, and they took the bait. “There he is! Get him, you fools!” Kobick shouted.
The two SID men broke into a run, and within a few seconds were practically on top of the tiny Earthman. They dared not release their dogs though, as Inspector Kobick wanted his long-time bane Captain Burton alive. As it happened, this worked to Steve’s advantage. When he reached the muddy riverbank, the dogs of the two SID men started trying to lunge at him, causing their masters to lose their footing in the mud. They came crashing down with a loud “Thud!”, and the force of the dual impacts created a mud slide that carried Steve right into the stream.
The rain had swelled the stream and created a miniature river rapids, and although Steve was an excellent swimmer, he was helpless against the force of the water which carried him back in the direction of the park. Steve managed to turn around and float head-first, and he could see the hapless giants receding in the distance. The last thing he heard was Kobick chastising his luckless subordinates: “Why is it that I am always surrounded by imbeciles and incompetents!”
Steve’s troubles were far from over though. The rapids were so strong that he had no choice but to go where they carried him. He managed to stay afloat for a few hundred yards, but then suddenly encountered an undertow. It pulled him down, and he struggled with all his might to get back to the surface. His face broke through the waves, and no sooner did he take a gulp of air when the undertow pulled him down again. He was rapidly running out of strength, and the next time he tried to take some air he was met instead with a big wave that filled his lungs with water. He coughed and started feeling nauseous. His vision began to blur. His ears were ringing. “I can’t believe it’s going to end like this”, he lamented.
The last thing Steve remembered before passing out was the feeling of strangely familiar giant fingers seizing his body in a vice-like grip.
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Captain Burton slowly returned to consciousness, and the first thing he noticed was that he felt like he had a mild hangover. Steve’s head ached and his arms and legs were sore, and his initial attempts at movement came with great difficulty. He felt a soft, clean smelling material beneath his bare skin. He lifted his head slightly and discerned he was lying on a giant towel. Much to his surprise, he also noticed that he was totally nude except for what looked like a loin cloth wrapped around his private parts. “Curious that”, he mused.
Steve heard what he thought was a waterfall. The resonance of the flowing water was most relaxing, and he set his head back down and closed his eyes. He allowed his mind to drift for a few moments, and then opened them again. “Where am I?” The last thing he remembered was that he had been drowning in a stream trying to escape from Inspector Kobick. He hoped Mark and Valerie had managed to get away.
Steve forced himself to raise his head, and he slowly sat up. He brushed his hand over the soft, fresh towel. He finally rose to his feet, and looking around recognized right away where he was. It was a giant bathroom, and a very feminine one at that; floral and pink colors, bottles of lotion, potpourri, makeup dishes, all the usual appurtenances of a woman’s powder room. It was no small comfort to think that judging from his surroundings he was not in the custody of the SID.
It dawned on Steve that he was standing on a giant wash basin, and he slowly walked off the towel on to the smooth porcelain surface that was cool to his bare feet. The sink was the size of a very large Jacuzzi, and it was filled with soapy, sudsy water. His nostrils took in the clean aroma of bubble bath. He reached down and scooped up some of the suds in his hand.
Walking over to the edge of the basin, he peered down at the floor roughly forty feet below. In his present state the sight gave him a feeling of vertigo. His body swayed, and he backed away from the edge. The sound of running water still permeated the background, and looking out to the other side of the room he could see that it was no waterfall, but rather a giant bathtub being filled. It occurred to him that if he were wondering where the giant was, the running bath water made it clear that he would not have long to wait.
Captain Burton rubbed his sore biceps, and it came to mind what he should do, indeed was probably intended to do by his giant host, whoever that might be. He walked up to the edge of the sink, and removing his loin cloth slowly slid into the sudsy water. It was the perfect temperature. He lay back against the smooth, curved side of the sink and closed his eyes. The bubble bath felt heavenly. His giant host seemed to know exactly what he needed.
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All at once colossal footsteps shook Steve out of his reverie. “whump, Whump, Whump, WHUMP!” Although muffled slightly by the carpet, Steve thought he recognized this particular walk. He turned around, and draping his arms over the edge of the sink looked towards the door. Within a few seconds the bathroom door opened, and sure enough in trotted Sylvana Noor, wearing nothing but a bath towel and sandals!
She leaned over in his direction and smiled. “Hello Steve. How are you feeling?” Not waiting for an answer, she walked over to the bath tub and turned off the water. As Sylvana bent over the bath tub, Steve took in her gorgeous thighs and very shapely ankles, accentuated as they were by the sexy pink sandals she was wearing. In an instant she returned to where Steve was lying in the sink.
The site of this semi-nude giant woman was nothing short of spectacular! He gazed up at the magnificent site; taking in her beautiful milky white skin, the champagne shoulders, and the warm, friendly smile.
He replied to her query. “I’m a bit sore Sylvana, but this bath is doing wonders for it.” Steve remained where he was, as in his naked state he didn’t dare get out of the sink. He lifted his head up a few degrees. “Sylvana, what happened? I mean, how did you find me?”
She leaned over and placed her right elbow on the basin, resting her hand on her cheek. Sylvana’s enormous cleavage was exposed to his sight, rising as it did out of the top of her bath towel. Whether intentional on her part or not, Steve was spellbound by the view.
Sylvana then began to recount her story: “I was maybe five minutes out of the park when it started to rain heavily, and decided I’d better return for you little people.” She let her hand drop and set it down at a point next to the sink, practically touching the tiny man. “By then it was getting dark and the rain was coming down in buckets, but fortunately I had my raincoat and flashlight in the trunk. I remembered you taking off in the direction of the stream, so I headed that way, and within minutes saw you in the water, being carried by the current and obviously in trouble.”
“Sylvana, your timing was perfect. If you had arrived a moment later it would have been all over.” Steve reached over and brushed the side of her soft pinky. “You saved my life, Sylvana Noor. How can I ever repay you?”
She let out a pleasurable sigh, and Steve felt the warmth of her breath rush across his bare skin. “Oh, my dear little man, I’m sure I’ll think of something.” They laughed, and Steve detected a sparkle in her enormous, but beautiful blue eyes.
Steve pushed himself away from the side of the sink and took a few steps out into the middle. Standing on the plugged drain, the bubble bath came up to his naval and conveniently hid his pelvic area. This was altogether good, because the sight of this incredible creature was getting him aroused. He looked up at his giant rescuer. “Sylvana, what about Mark and Valerie? Did you find them?”
“I’m afraid not Steve”, she replied regretfully. “After finding you I was going to look on further for them, but then I heard some men with dogs and thought discretion was the better part of valor.”
Steve spread some suds over his chest as he continued the conversation. “Good call Sylvana; it was Inspector Kobick and an SID patrol.”
An alarmed expression crossed the secretary’s face. “Oh no Steve, I’m so sorry. What were those awful men doing out there?”
“Looking for us I expect.”
“Do you think they captured Mark and Valerie?” She looked very concerned.
“I can’t be sure, but I think my diversion drew them off long enough to allow them to escape into the forest.” His hands casually played with the giant gob of suds next to him.
“Oh Steve, you are as brave as you are clever.” She clasped her hands against the side of her face, looking down on him with a radiant expression. She then surprised Steve by sitting on the edge of the wash basin, with her huge behind no more than a few feet from him. Even though it was covered by the towel, he still looked away, feeling embarrassed.
She leaned close to him. “Don’t you worry your little head Steve. I’m going to report this incident to the Archon, and he’ll no doubt make some inquiries on Inspector Kobick’s behavior to the High Council.”
“Thank you Sylvana. We wouldn’t want him spoiling things with everything going so well.”
She nodded, but otherwise remained silent while continuing to stare at him with her huge, glowing eyes.
Steve looked up. “Sylvana, I’m almost afraid to ask, but what happened to my clothes?”
She giggled and smacked her lips. “They were soaked and muddy Steve, and while you were unconscious I removed them for washing.”
Steve pointed to the loin cloth at the edge of the sink where he left it. “And you put that on me?”
“Oh Steve, I hope you didn’t mind. I was just trying to protect your modesty.” She winked at him, and he shook his head from side to side.
“Thank you, I think” he said jokingly.
“Steve, I haven’t had that much fun since dressing my dolls when I was a child.” They laughed at her facetiousness, and Sylvana moved a little to the side. She exposed her huge thigh to his gaze, jutting out as it was from underneath her bath towel. The tiny man pretended not to notice, but it was nearly impossible, as her beautiful legs were right in his line of vision.
Sylvana perceived Steve checking her out, and it gave her much pleasure. She continued to peer down on him with her warm smile; thoroughly enjoying her little captive audience. She lovingly eyed his tiny muscled arms and perfect, flat abdomen as he stood waist-high in the bubble bath. She thought how being able to look at Steve’s tiny nude body while undressing him had given her a thrill. She suspected he had a fantastic little physique during all the times that she had handled him this past week, and now she knew it for certain.
Something occurred to Sylvana, and she broke the silence. “Steve, I have a little present for you”, she said with a tinge of excitement. She reached over to one of the shelves and pulled off what looked to him like a fine white handkerchief. She unfolded it between her hands, and low and behold it became a bath robe!
She held the tiny sleeves between her fingers. “I thought you might need this, seeing as how I haven’t gotten around to washing your clothes yet.”
“How very convenient”, he said under his breath.
She leaned close to him. “I’m sorry Steve; I didn’t hear what you said.”
“How, how very thoughtful of you Sylvana”, he said with a tinge of apprehension. It occurred to him that she had probably made the robe several days prior, and it caused him to wonder. He knew she liked him, but it was only now dawning on him just how much.
She set the robe down on the basin next to the sink. “Well Steve, why don’t you continue to enjoy your bath? I need to get into mine before the water gets cold.”
Steve’s mind was in no way prepared for what he saw next. The giant woman walked over to the bathtub, and without warning let the towel that had been draped around her mid-section fall to the ground. His jaw dropped with the towel. Steve’s gaze was transfixed by the pleasingly plump but curvy figure, the incredible legs, the smooth, perfect back, but most of all, the rounding, unblemished posterior that looked to him like two hills of radiant flesh. With slow, deliberate movements, she slipped off her sandals, and Steve thought he was going to go mad with desire! Sylvana stepped into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain closed. Her head suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, and knowing that the little man had been watching her, she winked at him and giggled. Seconds later she sat down in the tub, and the glorious vision that had filled his eyes had gone as quickly as it had come.
Steve turned around and rested his back against the side of the sink, then clasped his arms around his chest. The tiny Earthman had an odd feeling about where the evening was heading, and as much as he wanted it, it was making him a little uneasy.
Steve heard Sylvana splashing around in the tub, and much to his delight she started to sing.
“She gave, him her look………It would have worked, on any other man alive.” The sound of her enchanting voice gave him a very warm feeling. Steve started slowly breast-stroking around the sink. “He, could, not mistake………She wanted to, go back, with him and spend the night.” She sang it very slow, with much passion. He stopped swimming in the bubble bath; the better to hear her angelic voice. “But…..he…..said……….Leave me alone……..I'm a family man,……..And my bark is much worse…….Than my bite.” She sang the chorus so beautifully, almost mournfully, in a sad minor key. Steve thought he felt a tear forming in his eye. “Please…..just……..Leave me alone……..I'm a family man,…….If you push me too far…….I just might."
Steve slowly moved back to the edge of the sink, and lifting himself up, he gazed at the gigantic shadow behind the translucent bath curtain. She continued to hum melodically, and he presently noticed her lift a leg out of the water and start laving it with her wash cloth. The curtain did not fully cover the entire length of the tub, and all at once Sylvana’s foot appeared from behind it. Her sensuous toes wiggled as she slowly messaged her huge foot with the wash cloth. Steve sighed heavily. “I love this giant woman.”
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“Sylvana, the food is delicious; even better than the meal we had at the Archon’s reception”, Steve said enthusiastically. He was eating giant slices of fish and veggies from a coffee cup saucer, and although it was the smallest dish that Sylvana had, to Captain Burton it was still the size of a small table. It was situated next to Sylvana’s huge plate where she could easily place tiny portions of food from her own servings.
“Oh, it was nothing really, just a little meal that I threw together on short notice”, she said graciously. “I’m so glad you like it though.” Her warm and friendly smile was enhanced by the glow of the single candle situated at the center of the table. With the soft piano music in the background and the candlelight, it was not lost on Steve that the meal had all the appearances of a romantic dinner date.
Still in all, after Steve’s nearly disastrous encounter with the SID and subsequent rescue by this lovely giant woman now treating him to an excellent meal, he was most appreciative of present circumstances. He stood up from the matchbox he had been sitting on while eating and looked up at his giant hostess. “Sylvana, you cook, sew, sing……You’re smart, pretty, and kind; what else do you have going for you?”
“Oh Steve, you are so nice, would you like to find out?” She fluttered her left hand and lightly brushed the tiny man’s right shoulder with it. Steve enjoyed her thinly-veiled flirtations, and he stood there admiring Sylvana’s halter-top dress, exposing as it did her beautiful cleavage. The pleasing scent of her perfume filled the air around him.
Steve adjusted the piece of string securing his robe, and as he did reflected on how comfortable the silken robe she had made him was. The material was not rough and course, as was usually the case when Betty and Valerie tried to make clothing from the giants’ material. He sat down on the matchbox and continued eating the tender, butter-soaked fish on his plate. Of course Sylvana had no silverware his size, so he had to eat with his hands, necessitating frequent interruptions to wipe them on a giant napkin.
“Sylvana, so when were you planning on taking me back to the park?” Steve said between bites.
She set down her fork and leaned close to him. “Steve, don’t you hear the rain? Tonight is out of the question. You’re staying here with me tonight, I insist”, she said with an almost matronly tone.
Steve raised his hands in a half-serious gesture of
resignation. “Ok
She wagged a finger at him. “That’s right little man, and don’t you forget it”, she said with an air of mock authority.
“She’s wonderful”, Steve thought.
“He’s so adorable”, Sylvana thought.
Steve sat up on his matchbox seat. “But seriously Sylvana, there’s something important I need to ask you.”
“Yes Steve.” She took a sip from her wine glass.
“Did you by any chance find a communicator in my clothes? I may have lost it in the stream, but if it’s here then I should check in with the Spindrift and let them know I’m safe. And besides Sylvana, I’d feel better if I knew Mark and Valerie made it back alright.”
She nodded in agreement. “I suppose you’re right Steve.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then got up from her chair. “Let me check, I’ll be right back.”
Steve watched the giant woman walk out of the dinning room, admiring her tight-fitting dress and sexy nylons as she walked out the door. Her heels reverberated loudly on the acrylic floor. Steve resumed eating, but found himself rapidly reaching the saturation point. In a few minutes Sylvana returned.
She shook her head in the negative. “I’m sorry Steve. I looked in your jacket and pants, but couldn’t find anything.”
“Damn!” He exclaimed.
She leaned over the table with her huge head hovering close to him. “I’m sorry Steve, but you’re so small that I sometimes have a hard time hearing you.”
“Never mind Sylvana, it’s just that at the rate we keep losing our communicators, before long we’re not going to have any left at all,” he said irritably.
She gave the tiny man a sulking look and then smiled. “Oh Steve, don’t worry. Maybe you can get Harko and the other technicians to help you make some more.”
He nodded, and Sylvana sat down. Cutting another tiny piece of fish from the portion remaining on her plate, she tried to put it on Steve’s.
He waived her off. “No more please, Sylvana. I’m stuffed. I can’t possibly eat another bite.”
She lowered her eyes and grinned as she set her fork down.
“Steve, may I ask you a question?”
“Certainly dear.” Steve hadn’t intended to say ‘dear’, but the amorous word slipped out of his mouth before he knew what he was articulating.
She put a hand over her chest and breathed deeply. She loved it when the tiny man called her dear. “I was wondering how old you were?”
“Is that all?” He smiled. “I’m thirty-two.” Steve got up from the matchbox and looked at her expectantly. When she didn’t take the hint, he prompted her. “Now it’s your turn Sylvana.”
“Oh, yes”, she said with a tinge of nervousness in her voice. “I’m a, a forty-two.”
Steve grinned. “I was close; I was guessing late thirties, early forties.”
“Oh”, she said uneasily.
He noticed the brooding look on her face and thought she could use a warm fuzzy. “Sylvana, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re prettier than a lot of younger women I’ve seen here, as well as back on Earth.”
Her expression immediately brightened. “Oh really Steve? Do you mean that?”
He nodded in the affirmative. “Sylvana, you are a very lovely lady”, he beamed.
“Thank you Steve, you wonderful man; you can give me compliments like that all night long”, she said with all the sultriness she could muster. Sylvana moved her clasped hands close to him, and Steve admired her classy jewelry and beautifully manicured red nails, never mind that her fingers were bigger around than his legs.
They eyed each other approvingly for a few moments more, and then Sylvana withdrew her hands and reached for her wine. It reminded Steve that his throat was feeling rather parched, and he walked over and picked up the thimble he had been using as his own drinking cup. He awkwardly took a gulp of wine, and then cradled the thimble in his arms.
“I wish I had that goblet Dektora Lefay gave me”, Steve commented.
A concerned look crossed Sylvana’s face.
“What’s wrong Sylvana?” He asked.
“Oh it’s nothing.” She paused for a second to collect her thoughts. “It’s just that, Doctor Lefay…..”
“Yes?” Steve asked.
“It’s just that she makes me uneasy Steve. I don’t know. It’s nothing I can put my finger on,” she said pensively.
Steve put down the thimble. “Oh really Sylvana? Dektora seems pleasant enough to me.”
“Call it my women’s intuition Steve, but she makes me edgy. All I’m saying is to be careful around her; I sense that there’s more to Doctor Lefay than meets the eye.”
“Don’t worry Sylvana, I’ll be alright, and in any event my crewmates and I are safe with you and the Archon around.”
She nodded and forced a smile, and then steered the subject back to the original topic. “Steve, there was something I wanted to ask you concerning age,” she said with a trace of nervousness in her voice.
Her apprehension sparked Steve’s interest, and he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows.
She slowly ran the fingers of her left hand through her hair. “Well, what I was wondering was, do you like older women?”
Steve regarded her with some merriment. “Well Sylvana, sure, I like mature women just fine, but that’s not really the question, is it?”
Sylvana gave him a blank stare. “Huh?” After a few seconds it dawned on her what the little man meant, and she started laughing in her lilting, feminine laugh. Steve found it infectious, and he started laughing too.
Sylvana placed her hands under her chin, and exhaled heavily. “Oh Steve, you certainly know how to keep a woman entertained.”
“I try whenever I get the chance, which hasn’t been often these days”, he replied half-joking, half-seriously.
The giant woman picked up her wine glass. “Steve, I would like to propose a toast.”
Captain Burton picked up the thimble. “Fine Sylvana; what are we toasting?”
She held her glass out to the little man standing before her on the table, and he lifted his thimble. “To us”, she said.
Her salute surprised Steve, causing him to momentarily loose his concentration, and when Sylvana’s huge glass made contact with his thimble, he lost his grip on it. The thimble fell out of his hands, splashing wine on the table cloth as well as his white robe.
Sylvana didn’t notice this immediately, as she was busy polishing off her drink. When she set her glass down, however, she saw the mess. “Oh Steve, look at you!” He said nothing, as he was occupied trying to wipe the wine off the robe with his hands. She immediately grabbed a clean napkin and dabbed it in a nearby water glass.
“Here, let me”, she said. She reached around with her free hand and cupped it behind Captain Burton.
“Wha, what?” He exclaimed in surprise as he felt her soft hand make contact with his posterior.
“Hold still Steve”, she commanded. Bracing him against the palm of her hand, she started wiping off his robe with her napkin.
As she cleaned his robe, Steve felt her giant fingers ever so subtly caressing his behind, and he found the sensation most pleasurable. He pressed a hand against her soft thumb.
“Sylvana, when you said us, you meant the Earth people and you giants, right?”
She replied while continuing to dab his robe. “Well, yes and no Steve.” He gave her a puzzled look.
She presently finished cleaning his robe. “There, that should do it.” She slowly removed her hand from behind him, allowing it to tarry for a second before pulling it back. She set down the napkin.
“Steve, what I really meant was, us, as in you and I.”
Steve peered up at his hostess in astonishment.
She gazed down on him with a very serious stare. “Steve, you like me don’t you?”
“Well of course I do Sylvana.” He started pacing slowly in front of her. “I mean, I like you as much as any person my size could like a giant, maybe even a bit more.”
His reply left her with mixed signals, and she decided that it was time to stop the circular dance they had been doing all evening. She clasped her hands close to him and rested her chin so that her eyes were nearly level with the little Earthman. “I understand that Steve, but what about us, as a man and a woman?”
Steve stopped in his tracks. “Well, here it was”, he thought. He looked up at her and placed his hands on his hips. “Sylvana, I think you are very sweet and very beautiful, but……”
“Yes Steve?”
“I don’t know how to say this tactfully.” He was by now feeling embarrassed and generally ill at ease. “I mean, I’m one of the little people, and you’re, you’re a giant; how, how…..? He stammered.
Her face brightened. “We won’t know until we try, will we Steve?”
Steve was by now looking so bewildered that even Sylvana must have noticed. He somehow sensed all evening that this was where things were heading, in fact had even sort of looked forward to it, but now that it was out in the open he found himself woefully unprepared. He remained silent, thinking that although he did find her very attractive, desirable even, at the same time he felt that any kind of relationship with her other than a strictly platonic one was at best pointless, and at worst wrong, immoral, perverse even. His mind was in a state of confusion over the conflicting emotions.
Sylvana let him stand in silence for a few moments so that everything could sink in. She was a bit surprised at his reaction though, as the way they had been talking and flirting this past week, she had thought the little man would jump at the chance to have his way with her. Now he was hesitating, and this was leaving her a bit mystified.
“Steve?”
He slowly lifted his head and looked up at her, but said nothing.
Sylvana gave him her sexiest smile as she enticingly played with her reddish brown locks. “Would you like to kiss me?”
Steve felt like he was in a dream and he would wake up any moment and find himself back at the Spindrift. His mind was a battlefield. Ever since meeting Sylvana, indeed, ever since encountering the giant model, he had occasionally fantasized about just such an opportunity. Now that the moment was upon him though, he was filled with doubt. He knew in the end, however, that he couldn’t resist, and it had nothing to do with her colossal size, per se. Sylvana’s immense beauty and femininity were drawing him in like some irresistible force. He stood up and faced the lovely giant, and knew his life would never be the same again.
Steve walked up to within a few yards of Sylvana, raised his head, and reached out for her with both arms.
“Oh Steve”, she said joyfully. She lowered her head and ever so gently kissed the little man on the side of his face. The sensation of the huge lips covering his skin and scalp was oddly pleasant to Steve, and he exhaled blissfully. Sylvana kissed him again, this time directly to the front. He placed his hands on her chin to steady himself. Much to his wonder, he found himself enjoying the feel of her soft, sensuous lips on him, never mind that he was having trouble breathing due to her lips blocking his mouth and nose. The suction created by her kiss pulled him forward slightly, and he felt a lock of her soft hair brush pleasurably against him.
As much as Steve was enjoying himself, doubts hit him again. How could he ever satisfy this beautiful, but gigantic creature? He felt puny and absurd. He let go of her. “No Sylvana!” He shook his head and slowly backed away.
“Steve?” She exclaimed in a pleading, nearly tearful voice.
Sylvana was exasperated. She thought he was enjoying it? She certainly was. She pursed her lips, thinking about the feel of Steve’s barely perceptible bristles on his face, and the taste of his tiny head of hair. By now she was getting severely turned on by the little man, and her female drive took over. She was not going to be denied.
As Steve backed away, she picked up her empty wine glass, turned it upside down, and before Steve knew what was happening, set the glass down right on top of him, trapping him within it.
Sylvana could hear Steve’s muffled voice as he banged his fists futilely against the side of the glass. “Sylvana, let me out! Right now! Sylvana!”
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She lowered her face to within inches of the glass. “I want you, my dear little man,” She gave him a sexy, rapacious smile, and licked her lips. “Don’t try to deny your feelings Steve, you know you want it.”
Sylvana slowly lifted the glass with her right hand, and then grabbed Steve with her left before he could bolt.
The tiny Earthman squirmed within her grasp, beating his fists on her fingers. “Sylvana, put me down! What are you going to do with me???? Put me down this instant!”
She tutted her tongue and moved him to within inches of her face. “Steve, when are you going to get it through that thick little skull of yours that I love you!”
Steve looked at her with astonishment, and ceased his resistance.
She peered down on him with her big, hungry eyes, and kissed him again; not little henpecks like before, but a passionate, lingering kiss.
“Ahhhhhhhhh”, Steve sighed in ecstasy as the huge lips lingered over his face and head. Her lipstick combined with some drops of wine remaining on her lips penetrated his mouth and nostrils, rushing his senses with a very pleasing bitter-sweet taste.
The giant secretary unhurriedly detached her lips from the tiny man, and Steve raised his arms as if imploring her lips to come back. They stared at each other affectionately.
Without saying another word, Sylvana got up from the dinner table, with Captain Burton safely ensconced within her hand. As she walked out of the dinning room, she lovingly caressed him with a finger on his tiny shoulders.
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Sylvana entered the dimly lit family room with her precious passenger. She paused for a moment, smiling at Captain Burton with much anticipation, and then gently set him down on the coffee table.
Walking over to the stereo in the corner of the room, she replaced the piano tape with some very sexy music that to Steve sounded vaguely Middle-Eastern. Slowly and in rhythm to the music, Sylvana sauntered back to where Steve was standing on the coffee table.
The giant woman leaned over him and placed her hands on her knees for support. “Darling, why don’t you wait here a minute while I slip into something a little more comfortable.” She gave him a big grin and then rising up, lifted her left foot and enticingly removed the high heel. Much to Steve’s amazement, she proceeded to set it on the table next to him. In the same slow, sensuous manner, she removed the shoe from her right foot and placed it next to the other one.
“You’ll stay put, won’t you, my dear little man?”
They laughed at her question, since at Steve’s relative size it was better than a twenty foot drop to the floor. “I think I’ll just stay put Sylvana”, he responded with equal facetiousness.
She winked at Steve, and then in her stocking feet leisurely strolled out of the family room into what he assumed was the bedroom.
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Steve turned around and faced her enormous high heels, nearly half-again longer than his body. He walked up to the nearest one and placed his hand on its exterior. The smooth, shiny surface reflected the soft light emanating from the small lamp next to the couch. Giddy with anticipation and mesmerized by the giant woman’s overpowering femininity, Steve stepped inside her shoe. “This can’t be happening”, he thought as he shook his head sideways. “If only mum and dad could see me now”. The sole was soft and warm under his feet. He looked down and could make out the imprint of her foot on the sole. He sat down on the soft, smooth surface, and let his hand follow the vague serration formed by the side of her foot until it ended at a point where Steve could make out the five round-oval indentations made by her toes. He took in the pungent, musky odor emanating from the shoe, and much to his surprise found it not entirely unpleasant. He grinned, thinking that Sylvana must take very good care of her feet; always a sign of a classy lady, no matter what their size.
Steve lay back in the shoe and relaxed, listening to the erotic music and trying to imagine the wonders that were no doubt to come before the evening was over. He just hoped he was up to the task. Steve closed his eyes. He was on the point of dozing off when suddenly he felt a jerking motion, and then the shoe he was in rose up like an elevator. He stood up, grasping the sides of the shoe for support, and looked straight into the eyes of Sylvana whom he could now discern was wearing a very sexy white nightgown.
“May I have my shoe back Steve?” She giggled.
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Sylvana lovingly set Steve down on her huge bed, which to him it seemed nearly half as large as football field. Although the satin cover was very soft under his feet, his small size made virtually no impression on it. He amusingly reflected on how after over three years on this giant world, this was the first time he’d ever set foot on one of their beds.
Steve turned around and looked up at Sylvana. She was peering down on him lustfully, and the sight of her took his breath away. She was standing at the foot of the bed, and starting at eye level just below her knees his eyes slowly moved up, taking in her enormous body. Her nightgown was very short, exposing her beautifully proportioned thighs. She slowly turned around as her abdomen gyrated to the music, and in a quick motion pulled up the hem of her gown and flashed her rear. Her silky-blue panties were exposed no more than a few yards from him. He put a hand over his chest. “Ohmygod!”
She turned back around to face him and placed the palm of her hand on the side of her cheek, giving him a fake surprised look. Sylvana slowly walked around to the side of the bed, and then proceeded to crawl up on it. As she moved to the center of the bed, the weight of her huge body made the mattress wave and wobble beneath his feet. He lost his footing, and only regained his balance by kneeling down and placing his hands on the mattress for support.
Sylvana placed one leg slightly underneath her, and the other she stretched out before him. “Do you like Steve?”
He nodded his head enthusiastically. “Sylvana, you are a goddess; the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”
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She licked her lips and took a deep slow breath. “Well then Steve, what are you waiting for? If any part of me pleases you, I would give it, willingly”, she said in a soft and extremely sultry tone.
Steve slowly walked up to the inviting leg. The top of her ample calf came up to his head. He reached out and caressed the silky smooth hosed leg. It was incredible. He started slowly stroking her wondrous surface with both hands. Steve continued to do this for a few minutes, working his way down the length of her majestic leg towards her foot. He then paused to catch his breath; winded more from excitement than exertion.
“Don’t stop Steve. That feels sooooo nice”, she purred.
All at once the phone rang, taking them both by surprise. They looked in the direction of the bed stand. “Ring……..Ring…….Ring.” Sylvana made no move to answer it.
Steve noticed her expression turn sour.
“Ring…….Ring……..Ring.” She remained motionless, with a look of trepidation on her face.
After a few more moments the ringing stopped. Steve draped an arm just above Sylvana’s ankle and looked up at her. “What’s wrong dear?”
She glanced down at the little man with a slightly worried look. “I’m sure it was Tor.”
“You mean your boyfriend; the one in the picture?” Needless to say, this concerned him greatly.
She nodded. “My soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.”
“There isn’t a chance that he will come here tonight, is there Sylvana?”
She hesitated, and Steve could see the nervousness in her face. “No, no Steve.” He thought that she didn’t sound nearly as convincing as he would have liked.
Steve removed his arm from around her leg and moved away. He looked up at the giant woman and put his hands on his hips. “Sylvana, this is serious. Do you have any idea what could happen if he finds me here?”
She looked down and forced a smile. “Don’t worry about it Steve. Let’s not speak of Tor anymore tonight.”
She changed the subject. “Steve, which do you prefer, hosed or nude?”
Although the tiny Earthman wasn’t satisfied that the matter of Tor Brazen was satisfactorily resolved, getting back to exploring the huge body of this wondrous creature was too enticing. “Either way Sylvana, you are magnificent!” He smiled, and immediately put his concerns over Mr. Brazen out of his mind.
She lifted her left leg and flicked off her high heel. It arced through the air and fell to the ground with a sharp, loud thud. Steve backed away towards the foot of the bed as she repeated with her right leg, and seconds later heard another loud clunk as her other shoe landed on the carpet. Sylvana then moved up against the head of the bed, and with slow and deliberate motions removed her nylons. She giggled as she playfully dropped one right on her tiny boyfriend.
Steve lay supine for a moment, buried underneath the giant nylon. His nostrils flared as he took in the heady, intoxicating smells of the hosiery. The mixture of body lotions, perfume, and Sylvana’s own natural odors absorbed by the nylon combined to nearly overpower him. Steve thought that although he had been a bit hesitant about going to bed with this giant woman, it was turning out much better than expected. After all, he liked her, and she liked him, and if there was a bit of a size issue, it was just a minor technicality. He grinned at his own thoughts. Steve only hoped that she was enjoying herself too.
He rolled over and began crawling out from under the hosiery. After a few moments though, it seemed that everywhere he turned he was met with a soft nylon barrier. He looked up and saw Sylvana’s huge form; his vision of her blurred by the intervening nylon. He alternately crawled and pulled at the silken material, but could not seem to escape. Steve crawled around a little more, and was finally confronted with a deep dark patch on the nylon about four feet wide. It suddenly dawned on him what had happened; he had inadvertently climbed inside the nylon top, and now he was at the toe!
“Steve, what are you doing in there?” She said playfully.
He suddenly felt the hosiery tighten up underneath him, and before he knew what was happening he was dangling in air with his entire body bunched up against the nylon toe. He felt like he was caught in some giant dominatrix net. He turned around and saw Sylvana’s face within a few feet of him, eyeing him and chuckling.
“My, my. Look what I’ve caught”, she said teasingly. Sylvana poked him lightly with a finger.
The little man gave her a wry grin. “Very funny Sylvana.”
Steve felt her hand underneath him, and suddenly his body was turned upside down. He fell, tumbling down through the nylon. His body in freefall emerged from the stocking top, and he landed on the bed and bounced a few feet on the soft mattress before coming to rest.
It took a second for Steve to regain his senses, and when he finally stood up, he was met with one of Sylvana’s colossal feet dangling before him. His eyes took in her huge, but delicate toes, manicured as they were with soft red nail polish. She giggled as she moved her foot close to him and lightly brushed his chest. One of her toes found the opening in his robe, and Steve laughed in delight as she rubbed it against his bare chest. He reached for the enormous foot, but she backed it away. Sylvana inched it forward again, and Steve lunged, grabbing her big toe with both hands.
“I’ve got you woman!” He shouted.
“Oh know you don’t!” She started raising her foot, and Steve, still holding on tightly to her big toe, found himself once again off the ground. She shook her foot slightly, and the motion caused him to loose his grip and fall five feet to the bed.
Steve got up, and by now both of them were laughing riotously.
“Sylvana, you are wonderful! I love you!”
Her face beamed brightly at his amorous comment. She leaned towards him. “Steve, I’m dying for a foot massage.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Oh would you, my dear?”
Sylvana brushed the nylon out of the way, turned her body until she was lying on her side, and then moved her right foot until it lay horizontally a few yards from the tiny man. Steve walked up to it, marveling at this magnificent pied that to him was at least eight feet long! He rested his hand on the outward side, as high as his chest. Steve started to slowly and affectionately rub the woman’s huge foot. He was amazed at how soft it was. Even the bottom; usually very calloused on most people, was soft and supple to his touch.
He could hear her sigh in ecstasy. “Oh, ahhhhhhh, oh.”
He worked his way to Sylvana’s toes, and gently grasped her little one with both hands. With much care and affection, he turned the toe on its axis to each side as far as it would go, and then delicately pulled it slightly out of its socket. He then did the same with the other four toes in succession.
“Oh little man, that feels sooooooo goooood!”
Steve smiled at her evident pleasure, and also noted that he didn’t seem to mind at all Sylvana calling him ‘little man’. He sensed that it was a very special term of endearment between them.
Sensing that Steve was done, she pulled her right foot away and moved her left next to her tiny lover. With the seeming expertise of a professional masseuse, Steve repeated the entire process with the same delicate affection. Again Steve noted how clean and well-manicured her feet were. He’d heard some say back on Earth that a woman’s feet were actually a much underrated erogenous zone, and he thought that Sylvana certainly seemed to ascribe to that theory.
Once he’d finished massaging her left foot, Steve looked up in the direction of Sylvana’s head at the top of the bed. Her body curled up in a fetal position with her head lying on her hand, and she stared at him with intense feelings of love.
“Steve, that was fantastic. Wherever did you learn to give such a great massage?”
He smiled. “I’ve had some practice with women my own size back on Earth, but it definitely helped that I enjoyed doing it for you.” She was, in fact, turning him on big time.
Steve clasped his hands over his stomach. “Sylvana, I think you have the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen; I’d love to massage them too.”
She reached down and stroked the little man on his left arm. “Steve, I told you that I was yours tonight, and I meant what I said.” She moved her huge body up on her pillow slightly, and lay on her back with her feet flat on the bed and knees arched above the mattress.
Steve walked over to her right calf and started caressing the nude leg. After a few minutes he began to notice that he did in fact like the touch of her bare skin even better than he had the nylons, and her hosed legs had been wonderful. He leisurely moved his hands along the marvelous white skin, and noted how silky smooth and unblemished it was. He paused occasionally to kiss this incredible flesh, and he could hear Sylvana cooing and sighing with much pleasure.
All at once he felt a sharp jab on his left hand. He looked to see what caused it, and much to his surprise found a hair follicle that had not been completely shaved down. He grinned. “I guess she missed that one”, he thought humorously.
Steve slowly followed the curve of her perfectly contoured calf until it arched up out of his reach, then with eager anticipation moved on to one of his favorite parts of the female form; the thigh. If he had thought her calves were incredible, they were as nothing compared to this exquisite skin. He started at a point close to her right hip, a mere yard from the hem of her short nightgown. Her huge thigh curved down in a perfect symmetry from her knee over twenty feet above him. Steve buried his face in the satiny smooth plane of her thigh, and kissed it repeatedly. The sweet taste of her freshly bathed skin was overpowering him. He pulled at her ‘love handle’, folding a portion of the thigh flesh between his tiny hands. He then continued kissing her thigh and caressing it; all the while imperceptibly moving closer to her ‘forbidden zone’ in the center. By now Steve was so aroused he thought he was going to explode. He pressed his body up against the incredibly soft and malleable flesh, and it moved in nearly two feet.
As Steve did this, Sylvana suddenly felt what she thought was his tiny erection. “Oh, Steve!” He heard her exclaim with joy.
Steve then backed away slightly, and looking to his right noticed the soft blue of her panties, only a few short feet from him. He felt the force of Sylvana’s overpowering womanhood, beckoning him to come closer. Before he could act on those instincts though, he felt Sylvana’s fingers wrap around his body, and the next thing he knew he was peering into her enormous eyes. She moved herself up to a near sitting position on the bed and rested her head against the backboard.
They were both still panting heavily. “Oh Steve, that was wonderful! I had no idea!”
“Neither did I Sylvana.” He relaxed within the warm and safe enclosure of her hand.
She gave him a sly, slightly mischievous look. “Steve, there is one thing that’s been long overdue.” She playfully poked a finger at his tiny nose.
“What might that be dear?” Steve asked.
Without answering him, Sylvana set the tiny man down on her chest at a point just below her neck. She then slipped a pinky underneath the piece of string on his robe and, tugging on it gently, undid the string and opened the robe. She then reached around behind him and grabbed his collar between her thumb and index finger. Steve raised his arms, and she ever so carefully pulled the robe up and off him, placing it on the nearby bed stand.
Steve folded his arms. “Is this more to your liking, Sylvana?” Steve beamed.
“Yes, but we’re not finished yet”, she added coyly.
Sylvana then wrapped her fingers around his upper body, and with the other hand proceeded to slip a finger behind him and underneath his loin cloth. In a moment it too was off, and Steve now stood on the chest of this giant woman, totally nude.
“Ohhhhh”, she gasped in awe at the tiny man standing on her. Although she’d gotten a look at him earlier that day when undressing him while he was unconscious, it had not been the same. Now he was fully awake, and seeing his ample arm and leg muscles fully flexed, to say nothing of his aroused condition, it left her with no doubts as to how much she loved and wanted, even craved him.
“Steve, I’ve never seen a sexier, more beautiful man in my life! You are like a little god. I’m the luckiest woman on Brobdinia.” Captain Burton exuded extreme masculinity despite his relative size, and she basked in it.
“And I’m the luckiest man”, he added.
The two unlikely lovers remained silent for a moment, admiring each other with equal parts of lust and love. To Steve it was too good to be true; the fact that he could excite this beautiful giant woman was starting to make him feel many orders of magnitude larger than he was. Sylvana breathed deeply, and Steve felt his body rise and fall with her respirations.
Sylvana smiled adoringly at her tiny lover. “Shall we continue?”
Steve closed his eyes and raised his arms as if sleepwalking. She gently enclosed her fingers around his lower body, and lifted him to her mouth. They kissed passionately. Steve moved his mouth across her huge lips, and lightly bit her lower one. This animated her even more, and she began kissing his chest. Extending her tongue, she licked his tiny chest hairs. His salty, masculine taste filled her mouth.
Sylvana opened her hand, and Steve sat up in her palm on his knees. She then ran her tongue across the entire exposed portion of his body, from his knees to his head, and caught Steve by surprise when she placed her mouth directly over his pelvic area. His body shook in total bliss! This beautiful giant bathing him with her sweet lips and tongue was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. Sylvana thought she was going to go mad with the rapturous sensations of his tiny muscles and private parts against her hand, mouth, and tongue.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Steve collapsed in her hand, for the moment totally spent.
“Oh little man”, that was wonderful”, she said softly. She kissed him lightly on his now-exposed behind.
With her free hand, Sylvana loosened the top of her nightgown, and then tenderly laid him in her bosom.
A few moments later Steve opened his eyes. He immediately noticed where he was situated, and this gave him a new burst of energy. He leaned to the right, and started caressing and kissing her huge breast; at least as long as his body.
Sylvana giggled. “Oh little man, you’re tickling me!” She crossed her arms and squeezed Steve between her breasts. His body wiggled wildly in her enormous cleavage.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh”, Sylvana cried. The feeling of Steve’s hard little body and his renewed erection against her breasts was almost too much for her. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth in ecstasy.
Crawling out from her folded arms, Steve moved up on top of Sylvana’s right breast, sitting astride her nipple. He started kissing her nipple with his tiny mouth, causing it to harden.
“Oh Steve, Oh Steve, Oh Steve!”
The sensations of her huge breasts were almost too much for Steve as well. He kissed and stroked Sylvana’s erect nipple until it felt like it was going to erupt. He was in total bliss! Steve had always been more of a leg man than a breast man, but the wonder he was experiencing now was something totally new, practically beyond comprehension. Sylvana gasped and cried with delight as the tiny man stimulated her in a way no man had ever done. Neither little Steve nor giant Sylvana had ever been more satisfied, and the only disappointment for Sylvana that evening was when Steve again tired out and suddenly went motionless.
Steve lay supine in her cleavage; his tiny arms straddled across her enormous breasts. He could hear the steady beat of her heart beneath him like the mechanized hum of another world. He found it interesting to reflect that, after all this time stranded on this heretofore nightmare gargantuan world, and he had had no idea how pleasurable the giant women could be. What’s more, he started to think that he actually preferred the giant women to those of his own kind.
A few minutes passed, and Steve stood up in Sylvana’s cleavage and looked up to the face of his giant lover. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing lightly. He crawled up to her face and tenderly kissed her lips, causing Sylvana to stir from her trance.
She smiled. “Steve, you are so romantic. Tor was never like this with me.”
He stood up with his feet planted on her collarbone. “Sylvana, you are incredible. I love you.” He placed his tiny hand on her cheek and slowly caressed it.
Steve then noticed a mischievous smile cross her face. “Honey, I want to let you in on a little secret.”
“Yes, my goddess?”
She opened her mouth until her smile was nearly three feet wide. “Steve, you’re the perfect size.”
He crossed his arms and smiled. “Oh really my dear, for what?”
“Would you like to find out?” She asked with a sly, catty grin.
Steve’s countenance glowed at the thought of what was coming next. He stretched out his arms with his palms up. “I’m all yours, darling.”
She giggled, and then gently wrapped her fingers around his upper torso. His tiny legs dangled back and forth beneath her clenched hand as she slowly moved him down to her pelvic area, and what happened next defies description.
Warmth……softness…….safety…….enchantment……bliss…….love.
Sylvana’s entire body throbbed with pure pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhh…….little man……I love you!”
Wave after wave of Sylvana’s love flowed over Steve’s tiny body. “Sylvana, I’m yours forever!”
Her toes and hands dug into the bedding. Her rapid breathing took her near to hyperventilation. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She cried. “Oh, oh, oh, Steve, I can’t stand it!”
The bliss and ecstasy that Steve had experienced all evening was as nothing compared to what was happening now. Time stood still for him. He could have stayed as one with this wonderful giant woman for ever. His heart was bounding, he broke into a cold sweat.
“Little man, don’t ever leave me!”
Steve’s perception of reality started to become tenuous. He imagined he was falling through a tunnel leading to the infinite. He was on the point of losing consciousness.
Sylvana moaned in ecstasy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
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Steve awoke with a start. It was totally dark, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. He felt himself covered by something warm and soft. He moved his still nude body with some difficulty and after a few moments came to the realization that Sylvana’s giant hand was covering him like a blanket. He slowly crawled up out from under it, but his giant lover did not stir. He could make out her huge body, outlined dimly by the moonlight seeping though the bedroom windows. He stood there for a few moments staring at Sylvana’s sleeping form, and reflected on what had transpired between them that evening.
Steve was still groggy, half-delirious, and exhausted from the events of the evening. He shook his head, experiencing feelings of intense guilt. What he and Sylvana had done was incredible, miraculous even, but it was still wrong. Mark was correct. “I jeopardize our negotiations with the giants and by extension our ticket home to Earth by becoming involved with Sylvana”, he thought.
His eyes adjusted better to the night, and he could now make out her gorgeous hair reflecting the moonlight. Steve sighed. He loved her, but that was beside the point. “I still have a job to do. I’m Captain Steve Burton. The Spindrift passengers and crew depend on me.”
Steve suddenly noticed that he was cold. He needed to find his robe, or at least his loin cloth. Of course finding his uniform was out of the question; he’d had no idea where Sylvana was keeping it. Thinking back to events earlier that evening, his mind’s eyes saw the giant woman removing his robe and putting it on the night stand. Fortunately it was on the same side of the bed that he was on now, and he quietly walked over to the edge of the bed and followed it to the head. He looked out at the bed stand and thought he could discern the robe lying on it. Unfortunately, the stand was about ten feet away from the bed, too far for him to jump, and without his grappling hook or anything around to improvise with, there was no way he was going to get to it. He exhaled heavily.
Steve then recalled Sylvana removing his loin cloth, but he didn’t remember seeing what she had done with it. He started searching the side of the bed he was on, when all at once Sylvana mumbled something and moved her hand. He froze. He stood in silence for a few moments, and when she didn’t stir again, he figured she was dreaming. “I hope it’s a pleasant one”, he thought. It was apparent to him now, however, that doing any more searching on the bed for his loin cloth around the sleeping giant risked waking her. He’d just have to improvise and hope he could find something suitable to clothe him on the way out.
As he moved down the length of the bed, he noticed one of Sylvana’s feet protruding out from underneath the sheet. He knew he risked waking her, but there was one more thing he had to do. He cautiously approached her foot, and upon reaching it, ever so carefully cradled her little toe in his hands. Steve then bowed down slightly and placed an affectionate, gentle kiss on it. “Where I’m going my love, you can’t follow”.
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Steve took one last wistful look at the giant woman, and then turned around and headed back to the bed’s edge. He crouched down on his knees, and throwing his legs over the side started to repel to the ground using the bed sheet.
He landed on the soft carpet, and tried to make the lay of the area around him. He could see the vague outline of the bedroom door, and he started walking towards it. Turning the corner around the foot of the bed, Steve ran straight into something soft and fibrous. It was a large, pleasantly odiferous mass maybe 15 feet in diameter clumped in a pile on the floor. It gave him an idea. He grasped it in his hands and tried pulling at it, but it wouldn’t tear. Steve tried a few more times then stopped, realizing that without his razorblade hatchet he was not going to be able to make a clean rip in the material. Not one to give up easily, however, Steve started to look for a frayed edge. After a few minutes of searching he found what he perceived as a slightly worn area in the fabric, and pulling at it, it started coming undone. He slowly tore at the fabric, and in short order he had a strip about five feet long and three feet wide. He wrapped it around his private parts, and voila, instant loin cloth. It occurred to him that there was something oddly familiar about this smooth and silky fabric, but he was still a bit too out of it to ken what it was.
He resumed walking towards the door roughly a hundred