characters
Amy - 8'8" (pic)
Kyler - 6'
setting
outside washington D.C.
story
inspired by "amazon cousin" - childhood neighbors and best-friends are reunited at age 24, after she survives a long bout of hospitalization for a tumor.... he doesn't know she's had an outrageous growth spurt (to 8'8")
he's nervous because she's busty, and huge
she has no idea what she's doing in bed. she's only been with a boy a few times, and that was seven years ago. she also has no idea her effect on men (yet), thinking herself awkward and undesirable (aka, she's desperate for any attention), and she has little humility about her body (having been living around nurses and doctors in the hospital for years)
maybe
he encourages her to enroll at community college. where people are mostly intimidated by her
she's excited to go out and do 'normal' mundane things (grocery shopping, dinner, movie, bar)
each of these provides awkwardness, as people notice and sometimes comment about her height, sometimes even making fun of Kyler.
she wants to meet his friends, which he's evasively reluctant about
finally he invites some friends over (to watch a football game), they can't stop watching her
whenever she's out of earshot, they whisper to him about her
after they leave, he explains how awkward it was. she treats him to attention
other ideas
amy & Kyler could have been awkwardly sex-pen-palling while she was in the hospital, and both expecting to "finally" get it on now that she's out.... only he's shocked to learn she's 8'8". he tries to backpedal, she doesn't let him.
how does she believably treat handling him sexually like a fun curiosity?
maybe everything she's learned is from steamy romance novels... so she's a bit forward
maybe it surprises her how much "fun" it is to please him
maybe he was her high-school crush, and she's spent years thinking about him
..
maybe she's never seen/touched a boy.. so she's extra curious.. "ooh. you're poking into me. can i touch it?"
maybe she's fascinated with the penis, and can't stop checking/touching/servicing him
maybe she tells her dating-train-wreck stories, and he wonders if with her height she needs to take-charge-more
maybe in their letters, she asks for guy advice learning to flirt, and whether guys like it when a girl takes initiative... how the girl knows he's into her.. (he explains the guy checking her out, letting her touch him, touching her back)... maybe she teases him that his flirting advice is working on him
maybe she directly asks if she can practice on him, kissing, flirting, other stuff.
maybe when she asked for advice on "how to be the perfect girlfriend"... he gives her humorously candid answers (how often does a guy want you to flirt? touch him? have sex?).. which she then uses to satisfy him
maybe when she handed men on dates, they lost there erections, while Kyler doesn't....
Where does the conflict come from?
maybe he has a girlfriend, and their night of kissing and play was an 'accident'.. (he couldn't help kissing her).. then she flirts shamelessly with him.. handling and jacking him off even as she tells him she doesn't mind if he keeps dating her.
maybe he is constantly trying to be 'just friends' with her, but she manhandles him into accepting sexual favors
maybe she is on a mission to show him she can be the "perfect girlfriend" he dreamed of... he protests her constant and shameless flirting and handling of him, but she manhandles him into it
maybe she "decided he's going to be her boyfriend", even though he thinks that's a bad idea (because they are best friends, because she's so much bigger than him)
maybe she wants him and teases him too much, and he protests but can't resist her.
maybe she develops an unhealthy nympho like penis-fixation... she just can't stop herself from touching and teasing him
what is Amy going to do with her time / life?
college classes?
she wants to be a writer... (so she can work without people seeing her)
tall fetish model?
(so she can make use of her unique situation)
setup
open with correspondence/phone-call/memories from childhood - both 'kids being kids', and a teenage kiss
at first she gets out of the hospital and is doing well...
six months later she writes how she really wants to get out of her parent's house.
her parents dote over her constantly, thankful she survived. she feels silly being a 24 year old at home.....
she's had trouble making genuine friends, as people just want to talk to her about her height, and are uncomfortable around her because of it
he offers for her to stay with him. his roommate moved out, leaving him a spare room. she could apply to a local community college, feel what it's like to be on her own.
she can't pay him any rent, she has no cash. -- he wouldn't accept rent from her anyway, maybe she can just help make the place a home. it could use a woman's touch. -- she tries to bring up her new size, but he cuts her off, insisting she's his best friend, he hasn't seen her in years, and he won't take no for an answer
she is excited, and gushes in thanks.... then insists she will be out of the way, and if he needs the place to himself for a date or anything, she can make herself scarce. she asks if he has a girlfriend -- he goes on dates, but hasn't met anyone special
arrival
she finally arrives - shocking him as she enters his apartment... (awkward outfit?) his initial reaction is more shocking than friendly, which she's used to. She explains the medical situation (using a drug therapy to shrink the inoperable tumor that was pressing on her pituitary, but the growth she gets to deal with. it took years dietary supplements and PT before she could even walk without getting bone fractures. ). He finally gets over the shock, and coaxes her to come down and hug him - asking her "how should we do this?"
she drops to one knee, bringing them eye-to-eye. he gets an up-close experience, being held against her body. As they hold each other, she cries about how much she missed him. -- he missed her too.. always looking forward to her emails, even when times were tough. he's so glad she's doing better. -- she cries more. she's 24 without a college degree. When they were all in college, she was stuck in a hospital. she apologizes for dumping all this on him, it's just been so tough. -- hey, that's what best friend's are for, right? you're here to move past all that, find yourself. And I'm going to help you. -- that finally shakes her funk, and she gushes about how awesome a guy he is. 'thank you, thank you for letting me stay here. god I could just kiss you.' she takes her head in his hands, and plants a quick but firm kiss on his lips, her impulsiveness shocking them both a little bit.
she explains how helpful she is going to be around his place. she's been taken care of so much at the hospital and by her parents, she actually can't wait to do some normal things like laundry, shopping, cooking. if he has any favorite meals, he should let her know. -- he nods, and grabs her suitcase, showing her to her room. He cringes as he watches her squeeze under the 7' door frame, then again as he sees her dwarf the queen size bed. -- she dismisses his concerns, explaining that she's spent the last few years squeezing into an even smaller hospital bed. -- he offers for her to settle in, take a shower if she wants. tells her where the towels are... he figured they would just order some pizza and catch up this evening. -- she thinks that sounds great, and thanks him again. she's so glad to be there instead of with her parents.
waiting for pizza
he gets a kind of nervous excitement about the fact that she's there.. the shower running in the background. He orders a pizza, and he's kind of stunned by her entering the room. Wet hair slicked back into a pony tail, bra-less skin tight white tank top, and a pair of athletic shorts. he gestures that he's on the phone, then ignores the call as he's entranced watching her walk over and sit on the couch, making it look tiny. He quickly increases the size of the order, then quickly confirms it.
"i hope this is okay. i'm a little short on clothing options." -- In truth, she had picked the outfit deliberately, and she was nervous. It had been years since she was around a boy, a man, she was attracted to who wasn't running away from her. She wanted to seem cute and accessible, without seeming as desperate as she was.
he makes his way towards the couch. "okay? you look great, and whatever you feel comfortable in is fine by me." when he gets there, he's not sure if he should sit next to her, or across from her.
she feels nervous, and strongly attracted to him, and gets a little anxious as she reaches for his arm and pulls him onto the couch. -- "ohh xxx, it's so good to be here. i can't thank you enough for letting me stay. now, we have years of catching up on. you know my story. What did I miss? You graduated, and then what?"
"well, I started working in YYY. Got a promotion last spring, and well, i'm making enough now to have a place to myself." -- he's finding sitting next to her very distracting, especially because he can see her nipples poking into her shirt.
"And what about the ladies? You said you don't have a girlfriend now, but that you've been getting out there. Any good stories?" she wanted to stick her foot in her mouth. What was she trying to do? Be one of the guys? At least he was glancing at her shirt. That was a good sign. She tried to seem casual about reaching over and touching his shoulder.
"uhm. stories? i had a serious girlfriend last year. Melissa. She was nice, but she had baby fever and left me for an older guy with a fatter wallet."
"I'm sorry to hear that." She didn't know much about flirting, and what she did know wasn't going very well. She just knew she was supposed to somehow get him talking about sex. "Well, did you at least have some steamy nights? So I can live vicariously. Remember, I've been stuck in a hospital with nothing but reality TV and romance novels. In fact, the last guy I kissed was you! Right after I was diagnosed."
"Ohh, you're kidding!" He felt the hairs on his skin stand up as she brought up their kiss. He still remembered it. It had been good, a little too good. Good enough that for a year he kept hoping she'd get out of the hospital so he could try to start something with her. Hopes he had long since forgotten about. "We were only 17! You haven't kissed anyone in seven years?!?"
"Nope," she offered very definitively. "Now you can see why I was so anxious to get out of my parent's house. Know any good kissers who won't be scared off by a woman a few feet taller than them?" She was trying to be funny, but she felt like it came out so desperate. She might as well have begged him to kiss her. She was her own worst enemy. Still, her attraction was too great to stop now. She inched her hand over his shoulder, brushing the back of his neck.
When he felt her hand on his neck, he felt threatened. She was so much bigger than him, he didn't feel like she was flirting, so much as stalking. And he was her prey. He spoke without thinking. "Amy, I don't know if this is a good idea. I want you to have a place to stay to get back on your feet. If we start something that doesn't work, things here could get weird."
"Start something?" She tried to feign ignorance. "I'm sorry. I've just really missed you. Can't you tell?" She reached into his hair and felt his head lean into her fingers. "I've spent years living off the memory of a kiss. I thought maybe we could try it again. Just a kiss."
"Just a kiss? Nothing is ever *just a kiss*, but sure. We can do that without things getting weird." Kyler was far more excited about this than he was letting on. He was still worried it was a bad idea, but it was a bad idea he was going through with. He was going to just lean over and kiss her, before he realized she was much too tall for that. He had to be much higher. He rose up with on knee on the couch, feeling a strange sensation from his height disadvantage. Then he leaned in, felt her hand on his back, and their lips met.
The kiss started soft, slow, and sweet -- playful. Their lips lapping at each other, tongues only barely involved. Whatever he did, she responded in kind with no agenda, unhurried. He did, however, feel her gently pulling him in. Their bodies settled against each other, her chest softly crushing against his tummy. Suddenly the kiss started to feel like much more than a kiss. Despite his obvious attraction to her, she was his best friend first, and he was reluctant to risk that. He slowed, as they both let it gently end.
"See, just a kiss," she offered, breaking the silence. "Nothing weird. Thank you for that. Honestly, the worst part of the last seven years has been the isolation. Doctors, nurses, and parents checking on me constantly, yet I was still alone. I already feel so much better just being here." She spoke to him as if there was nothing weird about them being eye to eye while she sat on the couch and he knelt. She also hadn't let go of him, and he hadn't moved away.
"You know, I still remember that last kiss," he reminisced. Amy had just been diagnosed, and she was trying to tell Kyler how much he meant to her. Then suddenly, she just went for it, locking lips with him. It was a good kiss, if a bit of a mixed message. When it ended, they just both silently nodded, holding hands, knowing there was nothing to be done about it either way. "You might not know this, being shut away and all, but you're quite a good kisser."
"Ohh, I know I am. Girls just know these things." Suddenly her smile was sinister. She firmed her grip on him, and then without warning, started tickling him.
"What!? Amy!?" He tried to pull one arm out of reach, but she ticked under the other one "No! You stinker!" He cackled uncontrollably as he tried to swat her hands, but only ended up falling against her as she failed to let up. Another few seconds, and he was kneeling in her lap, instead of the couch, and he decided to fight fire with fire. "Fine. Have it your way." He reached for her bare armpits, causing her to immediately giggle and change her posture, fighting his advance. He was a little self conscious at how one of his attacks put his hand flat against her side-boob, but it didn't deter him. This tickle fight was war. Finally he had her on the retreat.
"Kyler!" She giggled hysterically, as she tried to get his grip off her. "No!" She fell sideways on the couch, trying to wrest away from him, but he just changed tactics, poking fingers into her side-gut. "Awww!" She wailed as her body twisted, trying to get away from the onslaught. Then he heard a phone ringing, faintly. He didn't let up until he heard it again, and realized what it was, the pizza.
"Okay, okay. Truce." He stopped digging his fingers into her, and had to bat away her attempt at a counter attack. "Truce! Pizza's here." He quickly hopped up off her, and off the couch. He was momentarily shocked at how sexy she looked. Her hair was still wet, tossed around by their tickle war. Her shirt had ridden up, showing at least six inches of midriff, and even with her knees and body bent, she took up his entire couch. His best friend was on his couch. The best friend he'd offered to stay at his place as long as she liked, and now, she looked like sex itself. He couldn't decide what was the bigger mistake, kissing her, or stopping.
------ pizza here --------
The phone rang a third time, and he struggled to get to it before the voice mail picked up, seeing "FRONT DOOR" on the callerID, and immediately pushing 9 to let him up.
By the time he grabbed his wallet out of the bedroom, and made it back to the door, the young pizza guy was standing there, wordlessly handing him his order. Kyler looked at the bill, handed him a couple twenties, and was about to ask for change, when he saw the man peering over his shoulder into the apartment.
Kyler turned around, to see Amy was up off the couch, leaning one thigh and one hand onto his kitchen island, watching them both. Her hair and shirt were still disheveled, looking like she'd been doing something far more steamy than a tickle fight. But that wasn't all that made her so distracting. She was so tall, that an island most people found waist high only came up to her mid-thigh. She looked like a supermodel in heels, towering up over it -- only she wasn't, in heels.
"Uhm, you can just keep the change." Kyler took the box, and shut the door, nearly slamming it into the delivery boy's face.
Carrying the large box towards Amy without staring at her was not an easy task. She didn't look like she was waiting for pizza, she looked like she was waiting for sex. "I got us an extra large pepperoni. I wasn't sure how hungry you'd be. Would you like water, or a beer?" Kyler set the pizza box down next to her, and headed around the island towards the fridge.
"I'll take the biggest glass of water you've got, and a couple of napkins please." Before he had his own beer, she already had the box open, and was munching on a slice. After finding his biggest glass, he filled it, watching her eat. His face showed a little shock at how quickly she devoured the first piece and went for another. "Sorry, they didn't feed us on the plane, and I've developed quite an appetite."
"It's okay. I can imagine." Actually he couldn't. He tossed out some napkins, took a large swig of his beer, and reached in for his first slice while Amy took her third. Even as she dispatched another two slices, she never looked like she was stuffing herself, or eating fast. Kyler surmised she just took bites that were that much bigger. She had, however, dripped a spot of red sauce onto her shirt. Kyler was going to mention it, when she started in on the huge 64 ounce glass of water.
As if all the other things he'd seen that evening were not strange enough, watching her chug that water was bizarre. He couldn't help stare at her the whole time, expecting her to stop any moment, listening to the gulping sounds. She drank like she'd just been rescued from the desert and hadn't had water for days. Little dribbles formed around her mouth, dripping down and joining the spot of red pizza sauce on her tank top. If she had noticed, she certainly didn't seem to care. When she finished, the stunned look lingered on his face a little too long.
"Ohh, don't look at me like that. I was thirsty. You try drinking enough water for a three-hundred-eighty-pound body out of those tiny little airplane cups." She firmly poked a few fingers into his belly, and he wondered if his beer was the only thing saving him from another tickle salvo.
"Really Amy, no more tickling. I'm stuffed." He took a drink of his beer, realizing it was still half full and it was only 16 ounces. At the moment, he was more intimidated by her than attracted to her, and was beginning to think the kiss was a big mistake. "Maybe we can just chill out and watch some TV. Do you watch ChefMasters?"
"Do I watch ChefMasters? I have been held up in a hospital for seven years. Television called because they want me to go pro." She took a napkin from the table, wiping her mouth before noticing her shirt. "Aww." She spent a few moments distractedly rubbing and blotting at her chest, before she gave up on the little red spot and headed for the couch.
Kyler followed her over with his beer bottle, grabbing the remote. He was a little afraid sitting too close would encourage her, so he picked a spot in the middle, between Amy and the far armrest, trying not to seem close or distant. Then he set out finding the show on his DVR. It turned out he had the last three episodes, all unwatched.
"Ohh, I've seen those other two, but I'm the guest. Go ahead and pick up where you left off. You shouldn't miss what happens to Judy, they skewer her good." Amy let him start the oldest episode before she reached over and put her hand against his shoulder.
Kyler looked over, expecting to discourage her, but instead he just admired her. She was gorgeous. Her hair had half-dried into soft brown curls; her tank top showed off every curve of her firm breasts; and her head lay sideways against her arm, looking at him affectionately.
"Thanks again for letting me stay, Kyler. I really appreciate it." Kyler didn't know what to do. He nodded, trying not to encourage her, trying to watch the show.
Minutes later, her hand had found its way into his hair, which actually felt really good, but felt like it was going somewhere. He gave her a brief glance and wondered why he was resisting. Either despite, or because of her eight and a half foot height, she was stunning to look at. She wasn't asking anything of him. Maybe he should give in. -- No, he was trying to help his best friend, not take advantage of her. He needed to make his intentions clear. He paused the show. "Amy," he didn't even get a second word out.
"Kyler. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this is getting complicated, but it's not. You're my best friend, and I've been alone for so long I can't help it. If you don't want me kissing you, or putting my hand in your hair, just say so and I'll draw that line. But don't do it because you think I'm trying to turn this into something it's not. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship either."
"And you think we can really do that? Friends with benefits? What if you get upset that I'm dating? What if I get upset that you are?" Like before, his discouragement didn't seem to dent her resolve. In fact, she sat up and scooted a bit closer, making her size advantage even more apparent. Even her shoulder was above his eye-line.
"I'm not dating. I need to figure out who I am and what I'm going to do with my life. I can't handle the complication." All those things were true. What she didn't mention was how hard it was not to scare away a man, when you were an eight and a half foot tall woman. While living at her parents, she'd tried to put herself out there, but all she found was rejection and curiosity seekers. "And if you find a girl you like, tell me about her, and I'll be happy for you. In the mean time I don't see why we can't make out a little."
Kyler was really not sure about this, but he was running out of reasons to resist it. He reached a hand up to her face, and this time she leaned down to meet him. Their lips touched, softly, like friends trying to figure out how to say hello. Again her tempo was unhurried, matching him, like she's gladly kiss him this softly all day if he wished. He liked it, they both did. He teased his tongue deeper into her mouth, once, then twice.
Amy timidly reached around him, first coaxing, then lifting until he sat straddled over her lap. Raised up on his knees, he was barely above her, as he forcefully dove his tongue into her mouth. She was swept up in it, as they kissed passionately, her arms squeezing him against her. A couple minutes later, they found a gap and finally broke it off.
Kyler sat back facing her, resting his hands on her bare sides. It was the first time he really noticed that despite looking thin, she wasn't only taller than him, she was wider. Everywhere he could see, her tank top was pulled skin tight, especially over the contour of her breasts -- punctuated by her poking nipples and that red dot of pizza sauce. Her body looked so surreal he wasn't sure if he was more attracted to her or more in awe.
Amy watched him sitting on her knees, taking her in. It was like he was finally letting himself look at her, and look he did. Especially at her breasts. He was kind of staring, which she didn't mind at all. She'd left her bra off for a reason. She was more concerned he wouldn't look. "They're a little bigger than when I was 17."
"I'm sorry. It's just hard to believe how big you are. If you're eight-foot-eight, that's more than two-and-a-half feet taller than me. I kinda feel like a little kid here." As he spoke, he couldn't help but slip his hands under her top, rubbing them against her skin.
"We both feel like kids. The last time I was this close to a guy was Andy McKullen, seven years ago. Since then it's been TV and steamy romance novels. Can you tell I have no idea what I'm doing?"
"Andy McKullen?" Kyler knew, but he pretended not to, for her sake. Andy was a complete dork, at least back in high-school. Before he could wonder any more about it, she leaned in, sinking her lips onto his neck. This time he was committed, slipping his hands up her shirt until he was massaging her breasts. Like the rest of her, the feeling was completely unexpected. They felt athletic and firm, yet were each larger than a full span of his hand.
When she leaned away from kissing him, he pulled at her shirt, and she moved enough to afford it's removal. This time he sank his lips into her neck, working his way down.
Amy loved the feeling of him kissing her. She watched him work his way down, before she put a hand to his head, encouraging him into her tit as she'd imagined doing so many times before. Finally this close to a man, his lips against her nipple, was quickly making her wet and excited. She coaxed his head up, locking lips with him again.
Kyler dove his tongue into her mouth, almost frenzied. She was so sexy, and half naked against him. Any reservations he had earlier had completely melted away, his will taken over by the budding erection in his pants. He felt her hand find him, rubbing against his pants. He broke off their kiss, "maybe we should head to the bedroom."
"Awww, let's just mess around out here." Truthfully, she was nervous of heading to the bedroom so fast. She unbuttoned the front of his pants, spreading his fly open. "I don't even know if I can give a good hand-job." She laughed a little at her own inexperience, and hoped her years of reading would make up for it.
Kyler wasn't laughing as she first rubbed over his underwear, and then pulled them open. She looked very focused, staring down at his crotch. Then she set her bare fingers against him, first squeezing, then pinching and pulling in an awkward, not entirely pleasing way.
Amy could see from his face and posture that he didn't like her poking and inspecting him, but could he blame her? She was twenty-four, and it was the first time she'd ever seen a penis brightly lit and up close. She scolded herself for letting her curiosity get the better of her, and gently rubbed across the head, something she could immediately see he liked. "How about you sit back and watch your show, and let me just experiment on you a little?"
"Seriously?" Kyler wasn't in any position to object, so when she patted the couch, he crawled off and took a seat. As she re-positioned, kneeling between his legs, her sheer size again shocked him, as her body blocked his entire view of the TV. However, a moment later, she had slumped down, sitting on the floor, her right breast conspicuously lying across his leg. Once she seemed settled, Kyler figured he might as well give in. He pressed play on the remote, and the show continued.
Amy kinda liked his main attention elsewhere. It took the pressure off. After just casually brushing his underwear for a couple minutes, she freed him, again sliding her fingers over his bare skin. Even as his eyes faced forward, she could see little reactions in his posture, encouraging her.
After a few moments of gently rubbing him, Kyler braced as she pulled down first his pants, then his underwear, setting him free.
At first she kind of awkwardly pinched and pulled at him, in a not entirely pleasing way.
?????
tries to take her shorts off, but she resists.. she's not ready for that, she just wants to give him a hand-job
some awkwardness, as she asks for advice, and he tries to explain it
then she gets something that works, and starts driving him crazy.. enjoying that she's doing so and talking about it "you like that do you?"
he gropes for her, and she teases him.. "ohh, you want something to do, do you?" .. she leans her breast into his face, a she continues to tease his cock
then she suddenly stops, only gently touching him... telling him that in the books she reads, the men love being teased for hours... what do you think? if you like, i could do this to you through an hour of ChefMaster.
"seriously?" she responds by handing him the remote. he pushes play, and she changes her sitting position, kneeling on the floor, lying up onto him.
as the show progresses, she turns on and off the motion, driving him a little crazy. she also blows over his cock, driving his interest in being in her mouth
twenty minutes in, she has him convulsing sideways on the couch, clearly no longer watching, and begging to come. she teases him that it's only been twenty minutes, before finishing him off, catching his cum in her crumpled up tank top.
she teases him about how he almost didn't want to start this.
then they curl up on the couch together to finish watching the show
??? how does the night end?
after she makes him climax, she abruptly excuses herself... she's tired from the long flight, and wants to get some sleep. she kisses him goodnight...
ep2 - saturday brunch out
in the morning, he is having coffee at the island
she comes out of her bedroom in a tight fitting short-sleeve low-cut crop-top (pic), and a pair of sweatpants that are riding so low on her waist her pink lace underwear is showing
they exchange good-mornings, she hugs him, intentionally pressing her huge tits up against him
"how did you sleep?" he asks, hoping it'll end the pleasant torture
she slept great, and apologizes for crashing out on him so early. she was wiped. she leans over, whispering, 'I had alot of fun with you before that', then she spends a few seconds kissing his neck... catching him off guard
"may i have some coffee?" .. he nods, and she makes her way over to the counter to pour herself some.
"he suggests he was thinking they would head out to brunch"
"are you sure you're ready to be out in public with me? there will be staring, and finger pointing. people are sometimes kind of rude."
"people will stare less if you cover up more"
"But kyler, if I cover up I won't get reactions like this out of you" she reaches over to his lap, fingering his budding erection
"Amy!? What are you doing?" she continues rubbing him as she sips from her cup
"I'm just having my coffee. what are you doing? trying to leave the house in this state. tell me about this brunch place. are we going to walk or drive?" she slid the tips of her fingers down his pants, touching his bare skin.
"uhm... walk, it's just a few ba-blocks away." her fingers were casually teasing him, their motion restricted by his pants and their sitting postions.
"alright. is it crowded? She set her coffee cup down, having emptied it in just a few sips. She reached her other hand over, pulling Kyler and his chair closer before she started unbuttoning his pants. "I hate waiting in lines. People pester me too much when I'm standing around."
"Na-no." He was facing her as she pulled out his erection and grasped it in both hands. He hard a hard time getting out more than a short phrase as her thumbs rubbed against the front of him, "not crowded."
- she gives him a handjob, giggling when he sprays all over himself, then apologizes for laughing, explaining that it's just more fun and exciting than she imagined from reading about it in steamy romance novels
he excuses himself to get cleaned up
--- we get to see how he feels being out in the world with her, and also how others react to her size
walking up to the restaurant hostess, she drapes her arm over his shoulder, and the hostess cranes up to look her in the eye, unable to avoid an "oh my gosh"
she asks for a table for four, so she they can "ride the bus" (truthfully, she needs more room for plates)
everyone in the place stares at them as they walk to their table and they are seated. he comments under his breath that everyone is staring at them. she tells him 'i told you so'.
waiter can't stop staring at her... makes mistakes... she knows it's because he's too busy staring down her shirt
she orders up a ton of food
she gets approached by people who want to know how tall she is, people who want to take pictures
she answers them (8'8", from a pituitary tumor) but declines pictures, as she's having brunch with her boyfriend
at the end of the meal, there is a surprising group of people waiting outside to take a picture with her
--- he suggests they head to a local park on the river
while sitting on a bench, she apologizes for coming on so strong. (he dismisses it as 'okay', and she makes a joke about it.) she confesses how much she left high-school with a huge crush on him, and has been trapped in a hospital bed with nothing but thoughts of him and steamy romance novels to get her through.
he sympathizes with what she went through, how hard it must have been. how glad he is to see her, and how he's really glad to help her get out on her own. however, he's not sure what they are doing. he thinks it may be complicated for them to get involved. that he isn't sure what it means.
she tells him to 'relax', he doesn't owe her anything. she's been cut off from intimate contact since she was a teen, when it started getting interesting. she's just having a little fun, and it doesn't need to be any more complicated than that. they are just friends with benefits.
he's relieved to hear that. they have just been friends for so long, he doesn't want anything to get weird.
neither does she. she just has alot of time to make up for. 'do you wanna make out?'
he scolds her for being so forward, wanting to make out in broad daylight, not sure if she's joking or serious
ep - evening dinner
-- he's coming home from a long day at work, where he spent too much time thinking about her, reflecting the last couple days together, anticipating what will be waiting for him when he gets home
-- she's wearing a button up blouse that is stretched to the max (pic), and pants that don't make it to her ankles.
-- she greets, hugs him, gets him a beer. she has dinner made. he sits down to dinner, thanking her for it.. it's super tasty
-- he asks what she did all day. (shopped for clothing. she talks about how tough it is on a budget).
-- he asks if she's made any progress on community college (she has enrolled in some writing classes)
-- he tries to bring up what is going on between them. the way they've been acting, the fact that she's making him dinner. it just feels like something more.
as she clears the plates, she dismisses his concerns. she's not paying rent, dinner is the least she can do. he can't help but notice her top stretching and straining at her every move, her breasts threatening to tear off a button.
...and as for the other benefits, are you asking me to stop? she slowly releases two buttons of her blouse, the strain of her breasts causing it to spill open.
he stammers for an answer as he stares at the exposed cleavage.. he just wants to make sure their friendship stays in tact, no matter what.
ep - she visits him at work
-- he's thankful for her toned down clothing (pic), though she still gets the attention of everyone around
-- she brought sandwiches, and a bunch of them sit down and eat lunch with her... the girls ask her tons of questions ...
what is the best thing about it? are you stronger?
what's it like buying clothes?
what's it like being so much bigger than men?
-- he thinks he made it through unscathed, and tries to say goodbye. she insists he show her his desk
-- she teases and fondles him at his desk, which he protests. she agrees to leave him be if he heads straight home, because she can't want to make his little guy pop
ep - couple guys come over to watch a football game
-- she serves them snacks, as they they shamelessly check her out
-- when she leaves the room, they both gush about her and make fun of how she must handle him
-- she flirts hard with the boys, and gives her man some suggestive PDA
-- the guys start making jokes about Kyler not being able to handle her
-- she teases back .. (ohh, i'm the one handling him. as often as he'll let me. do you need anything honey? a beer? a coke? a handjob?) They all roar with groans, and shout 'handjob, handjob'.
He could use another beer.
-- when the game is over, she settles into Kyler, starts fondling him, and tells the boys it's time for them to leave so she can service her man.
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ep - 'interview' with Amy and her boyfriend Kyler (for a tall fetish webzine)
-- what is her life like... now that she's so tall
it's different. at first she felt awkward being stated at and approached all the time.. but she's given in. Since people are going to look no matter what she does, she just does whatever she wants.
-- what is it like to cuddle? Does he ever sit in your lap?
Ohh, all the time. Especially on the couch. Should we? (host nods, and she pulls kyler into her lap)
-- how do you feel about PDA? Do you kiss in public?
Kiss, make out, fondle.. yeah, basically whatever I feel like. I love the envious stares we get. Women wishing they could be me, and guys wishing they could be Kyler.
-- could you two kiss for us, right now?
Are you kidding? I'd love to. Come here Kyler. (they kiss)
-- what their relationship is like..
who'se on top? (physical? he is. figuratively?) they all laugh.
Kyler, what do your guy friends think of Amy? (most of them are intimidated by her, I think. but they seem to drop by alot more now. She likes to wear outrageously sexy outfits just around the house, and I think that has something to do with it)
Amy, do you flirt with his guy friends? (not as much as I'd like to. they obviously come over to check me out, so I play into that a little. I think any more and I'd be in trouble with Kyler.)
-- some of our fans would die to get close to you, Amy. Would you two ever consider a threesome?
Ohh, I totally would. Though I think Kyler would insist it be with a girl. (he nods, they laugh)
ep - her toys arrive
(like ep3, but her huge dildo arrives)
long arc
she registers for community college classes, starts taking them
then she gets discouraged... thinks she might have a better chance modeling
gets contacted by some fetish sites, asking for height fetish pics - ropes him into doing them