War of the Worlds: Two worlds collide



  Recently Pygmalion an email pal GW suggested that you dabble with
fantasy a little more.  Now you've been trying and its not working. 
That's why I'm here.
  Today could be quite an educational day for you Pygmalion because today
you're going to get a lesson in fantasy.  So pay attention I'm going to
be throwing you a bone.  Hopefully you'll learn something.
    For the rest of you please allow me to introduce myself, my name is
Mr.Ash.  This fantasy of mine doesn't take place on earth, but another
planet.  In fact earthlings have nothing to do with this at all. 
    Don't get me wrong the characters in the story look like us.  With a
few exceptions. 
    1.  A full grown woman on this particular planet range from 6'8" to
7'6" tall.  The world is very odd.  If somebody gets caught doing
something wrong they get such a guilty conscience that they just accept
their punishment, and even when they don't get caught they turn
themselves in.  Their technology is actually slower than ours and things
move slower including the people.
    2.  Terms and ways are a bit different than ours.  As you read this
story you'll be able to figure out what I'm talking about.  For instance
a space traveller from another planet lands on this particular planet. 
Being only 5'8" and 110 pounds she is about the size of a 13 year old
girl by this planet's standards that I'm referring to.  Females keep
growing until they are 25.  The space traveller's planet is a lot like
ours but its not ours.  Their technology is advanced by about 100 years. 
They way we drive cars they fly spacecraft.  Things from her planet move
faster than ours including the people.
     Though she is referred to as a little girl she is a full grown
woman.  I tried to envision Jamie King but had to settle for Paris Hilton
as the space traveller.  As you might have guessed my wife is a 7' woman
that she'll be taking on.
    I'm not quite sure about her weight but I would venture to guess she
outweighs the space traveller by 150 pounds at the very least.  The men
on this planet are smaller and weaker.  A full grown man is no taller
than 6'.  I myself in this story will be 5'8" instead of my actual 6'4". 
I also only weigh 160 pounds instead of 250 pounds.
    In case you're wondering why.  Just think of the demographics of a
5'8" man compared to a gigantic breasted and big bodied 7' woman.  We're
not eye to eye but eye to nipple and  I climb her like a jungle gym
baby. 
    A couple of more things before I get started.  Though men on this
planet are suboordinate to women they still have authority over
children.  Yes, even girls.  Especially when they "break" into their
homes.  I'm also going to be telling this story from my fictional
caricatures perspective, but do note my own perspective will be thrown in
to give a better picture.
    There may also be gaps in this story because it is not detailed but
written in fantasy.
 
    It was a typical peaceful night at our house, but suddenly I heard a
noise in the front room.  I became startled and awoke my wife.  Though
groggy she could see that I was frightened so she hugged me to comfort
me.
    She heard a noise too while hugging me.  She put on her silk silver
robe that matched the silk silver two piece she was wearing.  She told me
to stay behind her and don't go any further than the wall in the hallway,
but to keep a look out from around the corner until she assured me
everything was safe.
    I did just as she instructed.  Once she was in the front room she
stopped as if she bumped into something.  She clapped her hands and the
lights came on.
    "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!  AND I MEAN THAT LITERALLY!"
    I heard a startled voice of a female shout.  She had a look on her
face like she'd never seen a full grown woman before.  For a moment that
was quite the sight.  Seeing that little girl lift her head up to look at
my wife.  The girls chin was tucked in between my wife's gigantic
breast.  My wife dwarfed this little girl so much that each breast was
twice the size the girl's head.  The girl was wearing a sleevless top and
I could tell that even though my wife was wearing a robe her arms were
twice the size of the girl's. 
    "You little thief.  I'll just have to teach you to break into my
house.  I'm going to take you over my knee and give you a spanking your
momma should have given you."
    I saw my wife reach and grab the girl by the arm.  Suddenly my wife
flew through the air and came crashing down on our carpeted floor.  I
couldn't believe it and neither could my wife.  This little girl had
flipped my wife and sent her down on her rump.
    "Oh.  You're going to pay for that."
    My wife threatened as she pushed herself up.  The girl tried to say
something but my wife threw a punch at her.  I was surprised that the
girl moved out of the way and my wife missed.  My wife paused and looked
at her before throwing another punch that the girl would dart out of the
way from.
    My wife let out a sigh and shed her robe. 
    "Perhaps that's what's slowing me down.  Now hold still this time. 
You've been caught in mischief and you have a punishment coming to you. 
Now take it like a woman."
    The girl acted like she was from another planet or something because
she had this amused look on her face about what my wife was saying, and
when my wife threw another punch she ducked under it.  She should know
the law but she's defying it.  Rather successfully thus far.  She hurried
back a safe distance from my wife.  My wife slowly stalked toward her.
    "I'm going to warn you giant lady if you keep this up I'm going to
have to hurt you."
    That remark stopped my wife in her tracks.  She wasn't worried about
the little girl hurting her but found the threat to be amusing.  She let
out a chuckle.
    "You can't hurt me.  I'm a lot bigger than you.  Plus I'm an adult,
and the mistress of this domain.  No way can you come in here and hurt
me.  Now I'm going to give you one last chance to receive your
punishment, but if you don't you're going to make me very upset."
    Once again the girl looked at my wife as if she'd just said something
strange.  She most certain can understand and even speak the language,
and my wife doesn't studder.  What was the deal with this weird girl?  My
wife threw another punch this time the girl blocked it and with her black
boots she stomped on my wife's bare feet.  My wife hobbled around and
wimpered about her poor feet.  The girl snickered and gave my wife a
smack on her ass.  My wife abruptly stopped hobbling around and changed
her tone.
    "Now that is an absolute no no.  That's it little girl you just keep
digging your whole deeper.  Why don't you take off your boots and fight
fair.  By the way where did you get that weird looking outfit?"
    The girls outfit was all black.  Real smooth and shiny too.  The top
was sleeveless and had a zipper instead of being a pullover or having
buttons.  At least her shorts were normal, but that material she's
wearing is unfamiliar.  (We call it vinyl)
    "Home."
    The girl replied nonchalantly and rather sarcastically while she
removed her boots.  My wife decided to just fight with the little smart
ellec burglar instead of inquiring any further about her outfit.  The two
squared off. 
    "Okay little girl I'm through toying with you."
    My wife had a look in her eyes that stated she wasn't going to take
anything for granted.  The girl didn't seemed moved at all she only
smirked at my wife's words.  Though the girl had flipped my wife, dodged
her punches, and stomped on her feet she hadn't really hurt the 7'
woman.  Her pride perhaps, but that would only add fuel to my wife's
fire.
    Things turned around and became what one might expect.  My wife
grabbed the girl by her pigtails and started driving knees in her gut. 
(What fantasy me didn't see was that the girl was actually blocking the
knee drives.)  Then with a grunt of effort my wife heaved the girl over
onto the couch.  The 7' woman that is my wife lunged at the girl.  The
girl rolled out of the way.  My wife ended up knocking the couch over due
to her momentum and size.
    With the couch tipped over I feared I wouldn't get to see my wife
pummeling the girl.  Once the girl sprang to her feet and my wife made it
to her knees I prepared myself to witness my wife's triumph.  Though my
wife was on her knees she was still only a few inches shorter than the
standing girl.  Another thing I noticed was all the much more my wife's
size advantage.  her shoulder width and thickness was a  more than twice
the girl's shoulder size.  My wife's head looked bigger than the girls
body from shoulders to her waist.  (Though she sports such a grand size
she still has a womanly appearance.  She's not some big burly goon, but
possesses the natural gracefulness and poise we are use to seeing women
have.  If she were here on earth we would think she is a goddess walking
amongst us.)
    The girl went on the offensive and struck my wife with each of her
fist to each side of my wife's face.  Her head jarred to the opposite
side of each punch.  Her shoulder length blonde hair whipped through the
air as well.  After the second punch my wife gave the girl a hard shove.
    The girl went stumbling backward but maintained her balance.  My wife
made it to one knee before the girl moved in close enough to sock her in
the jaw.  My wife was now a couple of inches taller than the girl, but
that didn't seem to matter.  The girl punched my wife in one of her
pretty blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds.
    I really didn't like what was happening at this point, and I'm
certain my wife liked it even less.  It was still early in the fight and
I was most certain that my wife would rally a comeback and defeat this
pesky little foe.  Even after my wife got punched in the other eye I
still kept hoping she would somehow stand up and maintain a vertical
base.  I was certain that the girl wouldn't be able to punch her in
her soft and pretty face, nor would be able to tarnish those diamondesque
eyes.
    My wife gave the girl another shove just like the last time.  My wife
made it to her feet.  The girl lunged forward and leaped upward and
slammed a fist into my wife's chin.  Her head tilted upward, her eyes
blinked and flashed.  This was obviously the hardest punch yet.
    The punch stunned her enough for the little girl to wrap her arms
around her waist.  What happened next had to be an optical illusion. 
Seemingly the girl lifted my wife off the floor and carried her to a wall
in our living room.  There was no way this could be possible.  My wife
was surprised too because upon being lifted she let out a squeal of
surprise.  
    Once my wife was backed into the wall the girl kept her skinny arms
around my thick wife.  She moved them up around the middrift area and
started driving knees to my wife's inner thighs and crotch.  The knees to
my wife's crotch made her holler out and high pitched sighs of pain
followed.
    This was giving me mixed feelings.  On one hand my wife was getting
hurt, but on the other hand her sighs sounded like the type of sound she
makes when we're having sex.  Except its not as loud but more a subtle
whisper.
    My wife being so thick and the girl being so small she wasn't able to
wrap her arms around my wife too tightly, so my wife was able to get free
by giving the girl a hard shove.  She threw a jab that caught the girl in
the forehead just as she was coming in to attack.  Sadly, the punch hurt
my wife more than the girl.  In fact the pip squeak wasn't even phased by
it.  
    She moved in with her small fist and attacked my wife's large firm
body.  Punches to the sides, shoulders, gut, and upper chest were the
initial targets of choice.  Until my wife grabbed the girl by the
pigtails.  I thought for certain this was going to turn things around. 
The girl fought her off.  She broke a major rule of hand to hand fighting
whenever she pummeled my wife's gigantic breast with her small but
effective fist.
    The cruel delinquent seemed to be enjoying this part the most.  Her
eyes really lit up while she pounded gigantic breast that were at least
20 times the size of her fist.  I heard my wife sniffling, coughing, and
weeping from the punishment.  I really didn't like that sound and I hoped
to never hear it again.  The sound of my wife begging for mercy is
another sound I hope I never hear again.  Seeing that no mercy would be
given my wife folded her arms over her breast and hunched over.
    I didn't know what to think.  I would've never imagined my 7' 40 year
old giantess wife begging for mercy to a cruel 5'8" tiny 13 year old
girl.  (Not really.  She's 22.  SHHH.  Don't tell him that.  Let him keep
think he's wife is getting beat up by a 13 year old girl. )  I also
didn't know what to do.  Seeing how this girl was so handily beating up
my wife scared me.  I would hate to even think what she would be able to
do to me.  
    Most of all I knew my wife would be dishonored and offended if her
suboordinate little husband had to come to her rescue especially if I
begged for mercy on her behalf.  So I stayed put and could only hope that
this mele would soon end.  The girl continued to defy not only authority
but pure logic whenever she completed the beat down by punching my wife
in the face a couple of times.  Once again my wife was down on the floor
this time on her side.  Making matters worse she held her hands up in
submission and begged for mercy.  She was still sniffling and now tears
of pain and confusion streamed down her face.  
    The girl grabbed two handfuls of my wife's tossled hair and yanked
her to her feet.  My wife was doubled over and not upright, but that
still shouldn't have allowed what happened next.  The girl scooped my
wife up in her arms and shook the house by bodyslamming my wife to the
floor.  My wife laid flat on her back, and the girl put a foot on my
wife's midsection and taunted with a flex of her skinny arms.  Before
doing that she took delight in watching the way my wife's breast bounced
around after the impact of her body was made.  Even though she's wearing
a bra those breast are just so big that bouncing around was the
inevitable.  I must admit that was the only part of the fight that I did
enjoy. (I forgot to tell you that the women from the space traveller's
planet is stronger than any man on earth.  Despite their grand stature
the women on the hosting planet isn't any stronger than the average woman
here on earth.  Of course this guy doesn't know that.)
    My 7' and nearly 300 pound wife getting bodyslammed by some small
girl that couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds was absolutely
unbelievable.  Even though I saw it happen I still  couldn't believe it. 
The girl took her foot off my wife's mid-section and pounced on her.
    She was not only straddling my wife but also pinned her arms down
by the wrist.  The arms were placed by my wife's head and the were bent
at the elbows.
    "Do you want me to stop?"
    My wife just nodded.
    "Well come on get loose then."
    My wife squirmed, bucked, groaned, and sighed with frustration when
she couldn't get the girl off from straddling her.  She didn't even get
her arms lifted off the floor.  Certainly this girl's not stronger than
my wife.  Is she?
    "Certainly giant lady you're stronger than this."
    My wife was breathing heavy and stopped struggling.  She was
completely humiliated that she couldn't push off this little girl.  I too
felt humiliated and bad for my wife.
    "Please.  Let me go.  Take anything you want.  Just don't hurt me
anymore."
    My wife's stammering voice broke my heart.  Not just because she was
hurting, but she was scared too.  I'd never known her to be scared
before, but now some tiny girl beats her up and makes the mistress of the
house submit in her own domain.  It was obvious my wife was defeated.  I
hung my head and sniffled.  I told myself to be strong because my wife
would need me to be.
    "Anything I want?"
    The girl inquired.
    "Yes.  Anything."
    My wife's voice still stammered but she had a definite sincerity in
her tone.
    "You've given me an idea."
    The girl smiled.  She released my wife's wrist but stayed straddling
her.  She lightly tapped my wife's face with an open hand and then
squeezed her face cheeks.  (Like a stereotypical Italian mother.)
    "You're face is so soft.  Look at that face so soft and pretty.  A
little red and battered in some areas but still pretty."
    By not only pinching but stretching my wife's face cheeks the girl
was now not just humiliating my wife but annoying her as well.
    "Please.  Stop."
    The girl looked at my wife and my wife noticed the girls expression. 
My wife changed her tone from being annoyed to requesting a favor.
    "I'm sorry.  You just have such a pretty face and its so soft."
    The girl finally stopped and stood up of my wife.  She looked down at
my wife as if she were unverbally demanding something.
    "What are you going to do to me?"
    My wife's voice stammered.
    "Wow!  Look at you.  The mighty giantess has been slain and now she's
scared, and by little me to boot.  To put your fears at rest I'll warn
you.  That if you don't do as I say I'm going to hurt you.  So if you
don't want to get hurt anymore.  Stand up."
        My wife never moved so fast. No sooner than the girl finish her
sentence  my wife was on her feet.  I could see my wife's big body
quiver, but for some reason it kind of turned me on.  See her big and fit
body quivering like it was.  The girl noticed too and she smiled looking
up at my wife.  The girl held her hand out.
    "Let's have them."
    "Have what?"
    "Your bra and panties.  Lets go. Chop Chop"
    The girl snapped her fingers.  In seconds my wife humilitated herself
further by stripping herself naked out of fear of what this girl might do
to her if she didn't obey.  The fear was the only way my wife was
humiliated because it certainly wasn't her body.  Though I've seen her
naked before seeing her glorious naked body now was refreshing
considering what I had to witness moments before.  The girl obviously
never seen a grown woman naked before.  She was gawking at my wife's body
as if she was seeing some sort of fantasy become real.
    "WOW!   You're really hot."
    She stepped real close to my wife.  Once again just like earlier the
girl was holding her head up to look at my wife and her chin was tucked
in between my wife's breast.  Except this time it wasn't as brief and the
girl's chin looked quite comfy.
    My wife was a bit uneasy.  She never had a female hit on her before. 
The girl caressed my wife's arms.
    "These are quite firm.  Easily twice as big as mine.  How did scrawny
me sink your ship with these big guns being aboard?"
    THe girl was really more less taunting my wife, but my wife answered
anyway.
    "I don't know.  I guess you caught me by surprise."
    "Well I will allow you to believe that because right now I feel like
dancing.  So lets dance."
    The girl took the lead in a slow dance.  She laid her head on one of
my wife's breast.  Truthfully I couldn't blame the girl for doing that. 
This was just an odd sight, but odd sights were the theme for the night.
    My wife didn't look to be enjoying herself she was frowning and
probably wishing that this dance would end soon.  It finally did.  I was
treated to another odd sight of seeing this small girl dip my giantess
wife.  My wife let out a squeal of surprise.
    The girl didn't stop with just dipping my wife.  She looked my
wife's lips over real thoroughly.  She licked her own lips and then
sampled my wife's lucious tender lips with a big wet sloppy kiss.
    My wife's body jilted.  Her eyes grew real big.  She gave the girls
face a shove backward.
    "EEWWWKK!"
    My wife was now standing up straight and she wiped her lips.  The
girl smiled at my wife's defiant feistness.
    "For that you'll be punished."
     "You're such a nasty perverted little girl."
    "Get down on your knees and tell me I'm the superior woman.  Then
kiss my hand as if I'm royalty."
    There was a hesistation on my wife's part.  I thought for certain the
fight was going to start up again.  The girl grabbed my wife by one of
her breast nipples and twisted it.  My wife's nipples are so big compared
to the girl's fingers that the girl had to use her whole hand.  SHe
looked like she was working a lock on a safe.  My wife screamed out and
submissively did as she was instructed.
    Once my wife was on her knees the girl let go of the nipple. 
Probably so my wife could keep her eyes open to make the claim that this
little girl is a superior woman than my 40 year old 7' wife.  This was
hard for me to digest.  I don't think anybody is a superior woman than my
wife.  Even some burglar that happens to beat her up.  My wife was having
a hard time digesting it as well.
    My wife's self esteem declined in an instant.  She shamefully hung
her head after doing everything she was instructed.  She began to cry. 
THe girl cocked her head to the side and actually looked sympathetic. 
Maybe she has a conscience afterall.  She stuck her hand under my wife's
chin and lifted my wife's head up.
    "Come on giant lady.  Chin up.  I'm almost through."
    She put her arms under my wife's armpits and forklifted my wife to
her feet.  She took my wife by the hand and lead her  to the tilted over
couch.
    "Wait here one second."
    The girl instructed.  She flipped the couch back up right almost as
easily as flipping a burger on a grill.  I remember my wife and I
struggling to move that thing in, but here's some small girl flipping it
upright with ease.  She sat on the couch and looked up at my wife and
patted her own lap.
    "Come hither and sit down."
    My wife did once again as instructed.  The girl wasn't satisfied.
    "What am I?  A ventriliquist.  I mean sit long ways."
    My wife readjusted.  The girl gave further instructions for my wife
to rest her arms on her shoulders.  Well more like wrist.  The girl
seemed satisfied with that she put her arm around my wife's waist.
    "Now sit still.  If you resist I'm going to hurt you."
    The girl caressed my wife's gigantic breast.  My wife flinched but
maintained her body control.
    "These are heavy.  These alone probably weigh as much as I do, and
each one is twice the size of my head."
    She took time and fondled my wife for awhile.  Once she seemed
satisfied with the breast fondeling she stuck her finger in my wife's
vagina.  It was obvious she was going to take sexual liberties on my
wife.  Odd sights still the rule.
    "OHHH!"
    My wife squealed out.  Her body violently jilted.  Her sound and her
jilting body gave me an erotic jilt.
    "Easy giant lady.  I'm not going to hurt you."
    The girl spoke in a whisper.  My wife tightly shut her eyes and bit
her bottom lip.
    "WOOOOAAA!"
    This time my wife so violently shook that she fell onto the floor.
    "Well, I think I found the g-spot.  Now lay flat on your back.  I'll
finish this, take what I want, and leave."
    My wife laid flat on her back and the girl straddled my wife this
time sitting backward.  She stuck her finger in my wife's vagina again. 
My wife made the same sound as before and her body jilted.  This time the
girl really worked her finger around and got my wife excited. 
    My wife whooted and hollered in a whispered tone just like she does
when we have sex.  Her body jerked around.  I thought for a second she
was going to buck the girl off of her.
    "WHOOOA!  HORSEY!"
    The girl said, but my wife couldn't help herself but fortunately she
came just as she bucked the girl off.  The girl licked her fingers.  She
seemed satisfied, but wasn't.  She sat back on the couch, removed her
shorts and instructed my wife to eat her out.  My wife's face expression
looked like she just bit into a sour grapefruit, but did as she was
instructed.
    "Come on.  Slurp away."
    The girl slapped my wife on top of the head.  After about ten minutes
the girl became frustrated and shoved my wife's head away from her
crotch.
    "This relationship is over.  You suck at this.  I don't mean that in
a literal manner either."
    The girl put her shorts back on, stood up, and slapped my wife across
the face.  She gathered my wife's bra and panties, but before leaving she
looked the gigantic bra over.
    "Geewilickers.  I've seen tents a lot smaller than this before.  I
could live in this."
    I think the little smart ellec was exaggerating about living in my
wife's bra.  It was almost as long as she was and one cup easily covered
her head on down to her small chest.  Hard to believe that she defeated
then took sexual liberties on the woman that wore that bra.
    Even stranger was the bra and panties was all the girl left with.  I
was coming out of my hiding space my wife told me to go back because that
girl might come back.  In the meantime my wife stood up and gathered
herself.  After waiting around about 15 minutes it was apparent that she
wasn't coming back.
    Later my wife and I laid in bed.  I was about to put my head on her
bosom.  She wanted to try something different by putting her head on my
shoulder.  I ran my fingers through her hair and told her that I was
sorry.  I felt responsible for what happened.  She told me that it wasn't
my fault, but there had to be some changes. 
    Ever once in awhile now she wants me to be more agressive during sex,
and she wants me to lead when we dance.  Just not in front of other
people because our society isn't ready for that yet.
    "One more thing sweetie.  Lets not tell anybody about this."
    My wife doesn't have to worry about that.
 
    That it?
    Yup.
    Well thanks for dropping in and come by again.
    Do you want me to tell another story sometime?
    Sure.
    Well, I have to let you know that not all of my fantasies involve my
wife being a 7' tall giantess.
    That's okay.  Talk to you later.  Well readers alone at last.  I hope
you enjoyed that.  If not don't blame me.
    Pygmalion rswf@pcis.net