SHE IS TOO DAMN BIG

Huge, Young, and Mean


The aptly named Stan Hardman was an exhibitionist and a five foot four inch
tall muscle freak who suffers from an all consuming Napol�on complex. The
twenty six year old money manager worked from his home as a day trader giving
him ample opportunity to concentrate on developing his body twenty-four-seven.

Regrettably, he realized he could do nothing about his height or lack thereof
so he concentrated on building muscles atop muscles atop more muscles; his
hugely peaked biceps measured an incomprehensible 24" of pulsating sinewy
muscle.

Stan's bedroom doubled as his workout facility complete with heavy weights, a
heavy duty adjustable dumbbell set, and floor to ceiling mirrors (for his
viewing pleasure). His large picture window faced a large apartment complex
across the street with numerous windows many with unobstructed views into his
bedroom.

Stan the man was an egotistical narcissistic exhibitionist not to mention a
sexual predator who took great pleasure displaying his muscular body by posing
in front of his window. His favorite posing routine was three minutes long and
unquestionably contest worthy. Each night at precisely 7:00 PM and again at
10:00 PM Stan Hardman would begin to display his perfectly executed front
double bicep pose ... a front lat spread --- a front bicep pose ... a rear lat
spread ... a side triceps poses ... finishing with the popular crab pose which
showed off each and every one of his muscle groups.

It was not unusual for Stan's neighbors to watch at least one of his posing
routines often opening their windows and enthusiastically cheering and
applauding by banging pots and pans together. Stan loved their exaltations but
feared they might be mocking him rather offering praise.

Nonetheless he would slip into his bathroom and masturbate prolonging his
pleasure moment for as long as he could.

Stan Hardman's Napol�on complex had a deleterious effect on the quality of his
life. More often than not he would ignore the sexual advances of seemingly
interested women not just because they were taller than he but rather because
he was ashamed of, dissatisfied with, and embarrassed by his penile
shortcomings. He was absurdly small barely measuring 2.1 inches when fully
erect. That size is considered to be at the lowest end of the micro-penis
scale; among the bottom two percentiles of all humans.

Stan Hardman consulted with and visited various urologists, penile
specialists, plastic surgeons, and even obvious charlatans and he was
disappointed to learn that his condition was permanent; it was what it was and
he best come to grips with it.

His cock, such as it was, often garnered snickers and undisguised guffaws from
his disappointed lady de jour; usually a hooker. However, Stan is a
resourceful man and he has learned to compensate for his diminutive penis by
sensually using his fingers, lips, and tongue to manipulate and stimulate his
partner. When given the chance he rarely left his lady unsatisfied.

However, two separate experiences turned Stan the Man off to women almost
completely. The escort service he used knew of his 'shortcomings' and
admonished the girls to never speak of his condition ... their instructions
were to follow his instructions, get him off, and then get the hell out of
there. One night a particularly gorgeous young, nineteen year old girl, named
Barbie Jane sauntered into his apartment oozing a primal sexuality.

Stan immediately felt comfortable enough with her to display his miniature
micro sized penis to the girl who immediately began to laugh and not just an
ordinary run-of-the-mill laugh. Oh no. She spewed forth a gut-wrenching
belly-laugh that spirted her breath away. The more the little girl tried to
curtail her giggle-fest the worse it became. Barbie found herself tearing up,
holding her stomach while attempting to breathe normally.

Stan Hardman couldn't stand listening to this girl's mocking snorts of
derision. He shouldn't allow himself to be subjected to Barbie's disrespectful
cackling. Despite his micro-penis he was still a man deserving of at least a
modicum of respect. He needn't permit her sarcastic taunting any longer. So,
Stan punched the laughing whore in the stomach doubling her over, ending
Barbie's mocking display of arrogance.

The sounds of silence were so delightful to Stan he needlessly punched Barbie
several times in her belly and her ribs. He squeezed her neck a bit as he
banged her head on the doorframe as he forcibly and roughly ushered her out of
his apartment.

However, his worst experience with a woman happened thusly. He picked up Holly
a seasoned Miami street hooker and ushered her to his place. All he wanted,
needed, was a quick blow job and then he would send the woman on her way.

"Come on big boy." She was taunting him without even knowing it. "Hey honey
... Take a walk on the wild side."

She deftly removed her top as only a pro could, revealing her large but
obviously enhanced breasts. Next, she dropped her jeans to the floor revealing
the largest penis he had ever encountered. Stan had inadvertently picked up a
person of the she-male persuasion.

He looked at 'her' not with lust but with envy. Her erect 12" penis was
everything Stan had ever wanted for himself and incontrovertible proof that
God indeed had wicked sense of humor.

Stan shocked himself when her grabbed what felt to him to be a tree trunk. He
was using both of his hands to knead her monster, surprised by how much cock
remained visible; more than enough for a third hand. When the she-male
attempted to shove her big toy into his mouth Stan balked. He pushed her away
and began to fondle himself.

"Can I help you with that?" Using her male strength, Holly vigorously tore off
his pants. "Oh my. People tell me I'm twice the size of most men.' She shook
her head. "But sweetie I believe I'm five times your size." She discretely put
her pride and joy back in her pants and began to leave. At the door she looked
back a him. "Sorry." She said.

"Don't be sorry." He wanted to pretend he was fine with his condition so he
made a Seinfeld joke. "I was in the pool."

Stan was disconsolate with the irreconcilable difference between he and she
and he began to weep uncontrollably. Not surprisingly Stan Hardman hasn't been
with a woman since.

He nuked an 'Amazon Kitchen' brand frozen meal (Lemon-Caper Grilled Chicken)
adding sauteed zucchini chunks and a glass of chardonnay. He dimmed the lights
and peered out his window staring into the apartments across the street and
that's when his life changed forever.

The apartment window facing directly across from his was bathed in an intense
pulsating bluish light silhouetting a well put together young woman. The
bluish light faded replaced by an incandescent white glow revealing the femme
fatale in all of her resplendent glory.

She was dressed in a short sleeved clinging pink spandex body suit. He quickly
retrieved his binoculars bringing her image into focus. Hardman was mesmerized
by her extraordinary physicality. Even as her long arms hung loosely at her
sides, he could discern the protruding cephalic worm like veins in her
forearms and in her biceps leading into her extraordinarily power-packed
shoulders.

He marveled at her fine, delicate, fair and dainty elfish like features, her
high cheek bones, her pert nose, her pouty lips, and her narrow eyes were
supremely complemented by her flowing strawberry blonde hair which she was now
pinning up into a ponytail. He watched her biceps explode into cartoonish
sized proportions. He was instantly as hard as the proverbial rock; albeit an
extremely small one.

He put his binoculars aside and focused his $300.00 SME Bullseye Sight in
Range Camera on her and captured several images for later viewing. She
duplicated his muscle posing routine beginning with a perfectly executed front
double bicep pose ... pausing long enough to slip out or pink body suit
revealing her massive breasts and pinkish areoles and her impossibly long
erect nipples.

The girl resumed her muscle poses perfectly duplicating his routine
culminating with a fantastic crab pose that put his efforts to shame. Stan was
coming to the realization that this young girl was more muscular than he, more
cut than he, more impressive than he, and likely much stronger than he.

His muscular neighbor was the epitome of his wet dream fantasy scenario
personified. Clearly, she had been watching him, likely enamored with and
impressed by his muscles. He hoped that, in the event of an actual sexual
encounter, the girl's muscle fetish would mitigate any disappointment she
might feel relative to his teeny-weeny pee-pee.

Stan knew that she knew he was watching her. He assumed she was every bit the
narcissist he was. Consequently, he understood that at the very moment the
fabulous female was wet with desire likely turning herself on. She pushed her
cleanly shaven or waxed vagina region against the window and began to
sensually massage her lady parts clearly enjoying her masturbatory fantasy. By
then he had turned the lights in his apartment back on and resumed his muscle
posing routines.

Stan Hardman was beside himself; he wanted her more than he had ever wanted
any other woman he had ever known, seen, or fantasized about. He was ready to
get back in the game. Using a magic marker. he neatly printed a little sign,
silently praying to himself he held it up for her to see ... Stan, APT 946.

She removed her hand from her moist vagina area and brushed her index fingers
across her nose and smiled at him before giving him the thumbs up sign.

He assumed she would arrive in a few short minutes and he was beginning to
panic.

What should he wear? He was obsessively proud of his muscular torso and
bulging biceps so he decided to welcome the lady into his apartment shirtless
and wearing cut-off jeans. Stan the Man was too unsophisticated in the art of
seduction he didn't understand what a douche move that was. He was trembling
with anticipation forgetting for the moment he was penis challenged.

The girl didn't ring the bell instead she had opted to gently knock. He rushed
forward anxious to let her in. However, she too was anxious and she opened the
unlocked door and pushed her way in knocking Stan back on his heels stumbling
backwards across his apartment. Stan was eternally grateful to whichever one
of the Gods looked after the awkward, the clumsy, and the oafish. He was
grateful he hadn't fallen on his ass.

Stan Hardman would have been embarrassed by a pratfall but not as embarrassed
as he was right now. He stared up at the breathtakingly beautiful female
filling his doorway and for some reason farted. To say she was big was
tantamount to saying the Grand Canyon was a big ditch.

"Hi." She undid her ponytail allowing her long lustrous strawberry blonde hair
to cascade down over her slightly pointy ears past her shoulders perfectly
framing her gorgeous face. While she was fiddling with her hair, he couldn't
help but notice her incompressible muscle size and definition.

"I'm Glenda but don't confuse me with the good witch." Her smile was
intoxicating and her girlish giggle melodic. "I'm at my best when I'm being
bad."

"Okay ... yeah ... sure ... okay." He stuttered before saying his name
purposefully withholding his sir name. "I'm Stan." He knew he shouldn't ask
her but he couldn't help himself.

"How tall are you?" He blurted out.

"That's a dick ass question." She menacingly flexed her huge muscle revealing
a 40" well defined peaked biceps and asked ...

"How short are you?" She continued to flex her guns of mass destruction. She
didn't allow him to speak.

"I'm 6-6, at least a foot taller than you. Right?" Glenda sidled up to him and
put her chin on his head. "Do you like tall women?"

"Normally, no ... but you are incredible ... I think you may be the most
beautiful female I have ever encountered in person ... your body and
musculature embody my fantasy woman in every possible way ... I'm afraid you
are out of my league."

"You best be afraid." She didn't look the least bit happy. "I've been watching
you for days; building up so many fantasy scenarios in my head. You've gotten
me all worked up with your big muscles but shorty it doesn't appear to me as
if you will be able to deliver the goods."

"I'll satisfy you." He put his tongue between his fingers and wiggled it
suggestively.

"Pig!"

She propelled her right hand towards him, encompassed his thick neck just
below his chin and effortlessly throat lifted the shocked Stan Hardman off the
ground playfully banging his head off the ceiling several times. She
flirtatiously cradled his nut sack and tiny penis in her left hand.

"I hope you get a lot bigger." She saw sadness in his eyes and knew he was
cursed. "Damn it to hell. I wanted my first time to be special."

"First time?" He looked at her closely. "You're a virgin? With that body you
must have to beat the guys off with a fucking stick." He watched her smile.

"Well, my family just moved here and I don't know anyone yet. School hasn't
started."

"You're in high school?"

"I'm in Junior high, I'm only thirteen. Does that make a difference?"

"Really!" Stan was incredulous and said so. "I'm incredulous." He thought for
a moment. "No ... My God. I want you even more." Stan immediately sprung an
erection; not that anyone would be able to notice.

"Everyone tells me I'm really big for my age." Glenda pushed her breasts
together again and tweaked her erect nipples demonstrating how big boobs can
be.

"I think you're big for any age." He thought of the consequences of being
caught with an underage girl. 'Are you really in junior high school?"

"No, you twit. first year of college." She cupped her breast together some
more. "Actually, I'm twenty years old, a freshman at USB."

"Do you still want me?" She asked coyly.

"Yes, oh God, yes. More than ever." He smiled knowingly. "Actually, my small
size might be a blessing for you. A real big guy might hurt you when he broke
or pierced your hymen."

"I'm not thirteen and I'm not a virgin either." She thrust her vagina forward.
"I believe it's time we take a look at that little sucker."

He reluctantly pulled down his jeans, jerked and pulled on his tiny member
stretching it out as far as it would go, barely managing 2.1 inches. He
awaited her reaction. Would she gasp in disgust? Would she laugh or giggle?
Would she simply leave? Heaven forbid, she would do all three. Stan Hardman
was grateful when the giant girl opted for none of the above.

"Okay." His tiny penis looked even smaller when compared to the enormity of
the enormous nymphet who at the moment was licking his cock before taking him
into her mouth. "I bet I can deep throat you." Stan couldn't tell if she were
mocking him or being playful.

"Ha, ha .... Oh please." He moaned with pleasure pushing her head up and down.
Pretending he had some semblance of control over her actions knowing she was
in complete control.

"Sorry." He removed his shriveled member from her mouth and sprayed copious
amounts of his man juice all over her breasts.

"I think it's time." She wiped him down and inserted his dinky ding-a-ling in
her moist vagina completely engulfing his manhood. He began to tear up because
he knew the giant volleyball player didn't even feel him. He pumped furiously
wishing to get it over with but he was unable to gain any friction.

As the walls of her vagina attempted to squeeze around his pee-pee Stan was
horrified by his inadequacies. He was much too small for her and she was too
damn big for him; a distinction without a difference.

Finally, he nuzzled his face against her vagina using his tongue to softly
lick her, his teeth to nibble on and gently bite her prominent clitoris and
his fingers to massage her mon venus. He continued like that for several
minutes determined to bring Glenda here first climax.

Now, he could feel her body begin to shudder and shake and convulse. He could
hear her moaning with ecstatic pleasure. Nonetheless, he continued to lick,
nibble, massage, and gently bite her lady parts hoping to and then succeeding
in bringing her a second earth shattering climax.

Stan was proud that he had satisfied Glenda who seemed well beyond ecstatic.
He was basking in the afterglow of sexual nirvana lying down on the floor
barely able to move. Still in a dream state Stan Hardman was massaging her
massive biceps while he fondled her enormous teen breasts all the while
kneading his own penis until he spewed forth another massive load.

Stan rolled over and watched the giant vixen getting dressed occasionally
admiring herself in the mirror while flexing her beautiful biceps. She bent
forward, sexily twerked her ass and massaged her muscular calves and thighs
before donning a sleeveless form fitting Santa Barbara University varsity
jersey and a pair of booty shorts all the while admiring her beauty and her
overwhelming physicality.

Stan "The Man" Hardman was certain he had more than just satisfied her sexual
wants and needs and yet he feared what she would say to him. Would she want to
revisit this forbidden tryst or would this encounter be a one and done?

"My God that was great." Then the asked a question that no man should ever ask
a woman. "How was it for you?"

"Hey ... look at me." She laughed haughtily and Stan could feel the pity in
her voice. "Surely this can't be the first time a woman faked an orgasm for
you."

"You must have shit for brains if even for a second you actually believed I
was thirteen. Dude, I'm a twenty year old varsity volleyball player and a
wrestler at Santa Barbara. "She took her left index finger between her right
thumb and index finger mimicked jerking it off.

Stan was is utter shock. Why was this girl demeaning him so? He thought he had
performed well but even he hadn't what had he done to warrant her crushing
insults?

"I think my index finger is actually longer than your dick. Hell. My
six-year-old cousin has a bigger dick than you and she's a girl." Her
irreverent sarcastic laugh was mean-spirited and meant to hurt and hurt it
did.

"You must cry yourself to sleep every night."

Stan Hardman was devastated experiencing his worst nightmare. He was being
humiliated by a tall powerful woman who was disparaging of his muscle
development, denigrating him for his lack of height, demeaning his sexual
prowess while eviscerating his pitifully puny penis.

"You should change your name to Richard Little." She smirked with obvious
delight. "You know, Dick Little or maybe Wee Wee Willie or Peewee Peter."

"I bet you're wondering why I am humiliating you like this, why I find you so
despicable, why I find your pseudo macho persona so be so loathsome and
contemptable?"

Glenda stretched out her intimidating 6-6 frame to its fullest and windmilled
a powerful downward punch to the top of his head.

"Does the name Barbie Jane ring a bell? That little inexperienced barely legal
kid is a friend of a friend ... you shouldn't have hit her."

Glenda continued pounding the top of his head over and over again as if she
were playing her own personal game of whack-a-mole.

"I'm warning you." She flexed some more. "Don't ever hit another women because
if you do, I will hurt you, hurt you a bunch."

She had been disgusted by the macho asshole but it wasn't until Stan revealed
his true self; his willingness to defile who he thought to be a 13 year old
virgin had sent her over the edge and that's why she decided to humble and
humiliate the man and put the fear of the lord in him.

She grabbed him by his ankles and lifted him off his feet displaying her
overwhelming superiority as she pounded his head into the floor like a
demented pneumatic tool operator on crack.

"Your macho muscle displays disgust me." Glenda was again holding him aloft by
his ankles as she continued with her diatribe. "When I learned you were a
fraud, a virtual midget, I was livid because that's when I knew for certain
you were the little dude who had beaten up and scared Barbie."

Glena dropped the little pip-squeak like a hot potato laughing as he curled up
in the fetal position looking like a discarded shriveled up shrimp.

"Stan." She exited his apartment wiggling her curvaceous ass before turning
back to him. "Will I be seeing you tomorrow at seven?"

To be continued ...???

SHE IS TOO DAMN BIG ... by the Elder Barry ... 3,333 words