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    John and Brenda had been communicating back and forth via internet messenger for nearly 6 months now.  So neither had any idea how physically different they were.  John was a mere 4 ft. 7 in. tall and weighed just under 97 lb. in his bare feet.  Physically, he more closely resembled an 11-year-old boy then a man of his true age of 23.  It was this lack in stature that was the precise cause for his bad luck with women.  Even getting into bars and other clubs had been a nearly impossible task when he became of age just two years earlier.  But after showing his ID to the staff at his favorit casino often enough, John Marcus had become known well enough that he no longer needed to show his ID.  He had frequented the casino in an effort to meet women.  But, alas, his size was still a hindrance for the little dark haired man.  So, he began searching in the internet dating sights.  It was there that he met Brenda.
     Brenda was a senior at UNLV with a major in the liberal arts.  To earn money for tuition, Brenda had taken work as a guard at a local shopping mall.  At 7 ft. 7 in. in bare feet, Brenda had all of the qualifications to be a very successful giantess model except one . . DESIRE!  Although there were many agencies that thought she was very beautiful, she knew it too.  But she dearly wanted to be admired for something other then her physical attributes.
     John had to admit that it was Brenda's picture in a site that attracted him right away.  But in talking with her over the last 6 months, he realized they had a lot in common.  They both agreed that their size was a major obstacle in the dating arena.  But neither felt confident enough to reveal their height to the other.  But they still wanted to meet.  So John decided to suggest they meet at his favorite casino.  Now, a week has passed since their last communication.  And John sat quietly watching the passers by as they enjoyed the gaming the casino had to offer.  Then, a gigantic hand touched his shoulder.  John nearly stretched his neck looking way up into the face of his messenger friend.
     "John?" she said in a sexy low voice.
     "Brenda?" he choked back.
     "I'll say one thing, John, you're cuter in person then I thought you'd be."
     Brenda was dressed rather casual for a ritzy casino such as The Blue Diamond.  Although she was in long sleeves, John could as easily make out the ripples of her muscular upper body as those accenting her legs.  At the same time, her physique was both intimidating and inviting.  Brenda giggled nervously as she took a seat across the table from him noticing that she still dwarfed him even seated.  Nothing more was said at first, but after a few seconds, John finally broke the silence.
     "You look really great tonight. Brenda."
     "You really think so, John?  I've changed my clothes at least a dozen times trying to find something you might like."
     "Well you succeeded, Brenda.  Don't you worry about that!  Can I ask a question?  Just how tall are you?!"
     "7'7" Brenda answered.  "That isn't a problem.  Is it?"
     "Only for slow dances." John answered.
     "Why should that be a problem?" Brenda said as she rose to her feet again.  Bending at the waist, Brenda reached under John's arms and lifted him from his seat.  John hadn't been lifted like this in over 15 years.  But as He was placed against Her torso and his arms and legs instinctively wrapped themselves around her, the security he felt when his mother held him like this returned like an old forgotten friend.  And the nervousness felt on both sides just seemed to melt away with the soft ballad playing on the casino's loud speakers.  Before they knew it, an hour had gone by and Brenda had held John that way the whole time.  But although the casino was getting ready to close, neither wanted the evening to end.
     "Well, Little Guy," Brenda said in a near whisper.  "We should go.  The casino's closing up.  Should we go to your place or mine?"
     "Better make it yours, Brenda.  I'm not sure you'd be comfortable in mine."
     "No, John.  I suppose not."
     So out the door Brenda went carrying John like a small child.

2.

     John had always felt like a child around normal sized people.  So the feeling should have been more so with Brenda.  But the fact that she knew his misgivings all too well made him feel more comfortable in her arms.  Then he began to wonder if her sexual prowess was just as abundant as her body.  Even the prospect of making love to such a beautiful specimin of sheer femininity brought a rise in his jeans
     "What's this?" Brenda teased feeling John's erection on her rock-hard abs. "Does my little man like being carried like a baby?"
     John raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her, is face red with embarrassment.
     "Um, that wasn't exactly what I was thinking just now, Brenda.  But yes, I do like being carried.  At least I did when I was 8!"
     Suddenly, their mood got serious.  John and Brenda gazed into each others' eyes hungrily and two sets of lips met for a brief moment right there in the middle of town.  For 2 full minutes, traffic was stalled because of the scene that had taken place.  The scene of a college senior giantess holding her child-size boyfriend, kissing him passionately, oblivious to the building traffic jam until the siren of a police cruiser brought them back to reality.
     "Hey!" the officer called out.  "You two wanna take this elsewhere?!  You're holding up traffic!"
     "Sorry, Officer!" Brenda called out.  "We just met tonight!"
     "That's nice!" said the officer.  "Now move it along or you'll be spending your first night together in jail!"
     "OK, officer," Brenda answered.  "Hold on, Johnny-Boy!  We're moving!"
     "Moving" was the operative word.  For Brenda broke into a dead sprint that would have made the world's fastest runner look like they were standing still.  Within the space of 5 minutes, Brenda had covered what might have taken a car 10 minutes to cover.  The speed at which Brenda traveled was dizzying.  For while they traveled, John was unsure whether or not he was coming or going.
     Before he knew what was happening, they had arrived at their destination, a gigantic 2-story(giantess story that is) brick structure with black shudders on all the windows.  Although John had been holding on for dear life during the trip, Brenda wouldn't have noticed his tension if she hadn't seen the color drained from his face.
     "John?" Brenda chuckled.  "You ok, Little Guy?"
     "Yeah," John Panted.  "I'll be fin in a minute!  Whew!  As first dates go, this one's been a whopper!"
     "We're not done already, are we?!" Brenda said.
     "No, Honey!" Johan said finally catching his breath.  "Don't you worry about that!  We're not done by a longshot!  I'm having too much fun!"
     After everything he encountered so far, John wasn't a bit surprised by the size of the house's inner structure.  It pleased him, however, to see that Brenda took as much pride in the upkeep of her house as she did her body.  The front room itself was decorated in a combination of bright reds, and pinks.  it was the typical household of ayoung college senior with an obsession for neatness, only twice normal size.  the tables, chairs and cabinets were all polished to the point where you could see yourself in them.
     "You have a nice house, Brenda," he said.
     But it was like Brenda hadn't heard a word he said.  The truth was, she was too distracted by her own desires to listen to what he was saying.  She looked deeply into his eyes and before she knew it she was kissing him more passionately then she'd ever kissed anyone in her life.  Slowly, she began undressing her little houseguest, caressing every inch of him with her lips as she did so.  John soon found himself totally naked and at her mercy.  He wasn't sure exactly whether this was Heaven or Hell.  Wherever it was, he wanted to stay there . . in her house . . in her arms . . forever.

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-- Edited by minigiantessfan at 06:47, 2008-11-10