A New Normal  Part 1 
by Pac - Written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Jimmy was doomed from the start to be a sci-fi fan. His parents, both of them
"Trekkies" (or "Trekkers", as he thought of the really die-hard fans), had
Jimmy at the height of their frenzy of fandom, naming him after their favorite
program's lead character. His full name, James Tiberius Curtis, was a source
of consternation for him growing up. Despite the ridicule, he grew up immersed
in scientific fact and fantasy, fueled by his parents, both scientists in
their own right. He excelled in the STEM curriculum as a result of their good
genes, and graduated from college as an aeronautical engineer, determined to
make some of the science fiction he loved science fact.

Another thing Jimmy's parents gave him, this one not so good in his mind, was
a small stature. At a slim five foot three, he was hardly the strapping
space-opera hero of his namesake, but it never stopped him from boldly going
after women much larger than him. His track record wasn't stellar on that
account, but the dynamic in his home, where his mother was several inches
taller than his father and heavier in build, apparently had given him this
preference as well.

At a time when being a geek was not such a bad thing, Jimmy found that he had
no shortage of friends with a similar interest in sci-fi. One such couple, his
friends Harry and Lynn Schaeffer, invited him on an annual pilgrimage to
Orlando to pursue their geeky interests at the big theme parks such as
Universal Studios and Disney's Epcot.

It was at Epcot that his life changed forever.

The friends had spent a few hours at the park, visiting one attraction after
another, when a startling sight caught Jimmy's eye. He was at a food kiosk,
having broken away from his friends to grab a snack, when an absolutely
gigantic woman strode past, a sack-like purse slung over a very large
shoulder. Even more amazingly, her sundress, a rather skimpy one showing off
vast amounts of tanned skin and massive limbs, appeared to be similar to the
tunics worn on the newer Star Trek shows. Jimmy goggled at the woman as she
passed by, oblivious to his open-mouthed stare at her huge frame. She was
easily in the middle six-foot range, head and shoulders taller than him!

Jimmy immediately pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey, Harry," Jimmy began, his voice quavering in his excitement, "It's Jimmy.
I don't know what's going on with me, but I feel really weird all of a
sudden."

"Yeah, you sound pretty shaken up. Everything okay?" Harry's voice replied
through his handset.

Jimmy's mind raced as he dropped out of line at the food kiosk to follow the
huge woman that had him riveted.

"I'm all right, but I'm feeling really strange. I think I'm going to head back
to the hotel. I think I may have overdone it last night at the Trek Bar with
those nasty Romulan Ale concoctions they were selling. I figure if I take it
easy for a while, I'll be right as rain this afternoon."

"Oh, um, okay," Harry replied. "Do you want to give us a call when you're back
up and about? We can figure out where to meet up."

"Sure," he said, distracted, as he watched the mass of long brown hair
arranged in a Lara Croft-style ponytail bob between a broad set of shoulders
as his target weaved and dodged through the heavy crowd. "I'll give you a
ring. Take care."

He put his phone away and quickened his pace to keep his quarry in sight. It
was difficult with the bigger woman's longer strides and the sheer volume of
the crowds. Several times she was able to get out of sight, and Jimmy's
desperation made him rush his way through the crowd, at times indelicate in
his eagerness to see the woman's broad shoulders rise above the mass of people
again.

As the day went on, Jimmy followed the woman through attraction after
attraction, his normal interest in the park completely forgotten as he
followed the huge mystery woman. At one point, ignoring caution, he was able
to get just behind her in line on one of the attractions. His awe at the
incredible difference in their sizes made him uncharacteristically shy.
Normally he would have no trouble finding a way to strike up a conversation
with a woman he was attracted to. In this case, he felt that such a great size
difference would only drive her away were he to say anything. More than
anything he had ever wanted, he desired to be near her to experience the
wonder of standing behind her in line and smelling the scent of her shampoo as
the long ponytail swished near his face as she moved. Jimmy dreamed of the big
woman noticing him and taking an interest, of their friendship, a budding
relationship; but at the moment, with those dreams set aside, he loved to feel
so small and insignificant next to this spectacular specimen of womanhood.

When he could see more than her back and the massive figure she cut before
him, he realized she was a very pretty brunette, with an elongated hourglass
figure and a shapely but solid figure. Her face was fine featured, with a
firm, feminine jaw and warm brown eyes. As attractive as she was, Jimmy
figured she would be with a big handsome man, but she seemed to be on her own
as she visited the attractions. Maybe it was her figure, which, while
obviously feminine, with full curvy hips and extremely large breasts for a
woman so tall, was also strongly fit and athletic. She appeared to be obsessed
with working out, as her limbs prominently displayed every time they moved.
The thick, toned muscles in her arms and legs and shoulders leapt with the
slightest movement, mesmerizing Jimmy as he pursued her.

As the day wore on, Jimmy also became increasingly fascinated by the woman's
interests, as she went to many of the same attractions that he himself found
most appealing about the park. Avoiding the international aspect of the park
completely, she spent most of her time in the heavily science-related
sections.

He noticed that from time to time she would pull out a tablet and jot things
down or snap a photo. She also spent a good deal of time studying the little
descriptive plaques pertaining to various scientific concepts of the displays
and rides.

Jimmy couldn't help but admire her as she moved gracefully from place to
place, trying to be as discrete as possible, but there were times, like the
several minutes she took to readjust her pony tail, when his awe overcame his
caution. He stood, astounded, as the biceps of the woman's arms bunched up to
incredible size. He judged them to easily be the size of his slim thighs,
maybe more! She casually pulled out the small bands that held her hair, then
let it flow out around her before tossing the gorgeous mane side to side and
pulling it back into its series of segments, like knots on a rope, that
cascaded down her back. She was turned slightly in profile, not facing him,
and for a moment Jimmy thought he noticed a faint smile on her face. With all
of the people moving between them, though, it could have been something he
imagined.

Jimmy had become increasingly bold by mid-morning, and eventually ended up
standing beside her as they moved through an attraction dedicated to aviation.
He was startled when he heard her voice drift down to him as she studied a
model of an Apollo-era rocket engine.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" she asked, and startled, Jimmy's head popped up from
pretending to observe a similar display mere feet away.

He looked up at the source of the lovely rich alto voice, and was met by a
warm smile and pretty face greater than a foot above his own.

"What's that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"The fact that we've been able to launch people and equipment into space, the
whole possibility of living there, of visiting other worlds," she said, her
gaze returning to the Saturn V model.

She appeared to trace the myriad conduits and lines of the cutaway model with
her eyes, following the path the liquid nitrogen would take to mix with the
liquid oxygen in the huge bell-shaped nozzle, where it would ignite into a
conflagration that would hurtle the engine and its vehicle skyward at greater
velocity than a bullet from a gun.

"Yeah," Jimmy replied, momentarily forgetting his fascination with the woman
as he pondered her words. "I've been in love with space travel since I was a
boy. I loved it so much, I made it my life's work."

The woman turned toward him, her big body throwing him into shadow.

"Really?" she asked, interest apparent in her voice. "What do you do for a
living?"

"I'm an aeronautical engineer," Jimmy replied, emboldened by her interest. "I
work for Boeing in their commercial aviation division."

He noticed with some surprise that the woman subtly bent at the knees, setting
her massive legs slightly apart to come down closer to his height. He couldn't
tell if she did it subconsciously or not.

"That's fascinating," she said, and he felt his own knees shake at having
captured this amazing woman's attention. "What does that involve? Do you
design aircraft or space vehicles?"

"They are fast becoming one and the same. I work on a lot of the aerodynamic
design principles for the commercial vehicles: wind channels, leading edge
drag, that sort of thing," he replied, noting the lack of comprehension in the
tall woman's face. "I model concept vehicles and we look at the aerodynamics
of the mock-ups. We study wind resistance, lift, turbulence on the wings and
fuselage, and I do a lot of number crunching and analysis that isn't quite as
sexy. I'm working on a low Earth-orbit payload delivery vehicle now. Here,
look."

Jimmy pulled out his cellphone and went to his stash of photographs. He began
scrolling through them. The feeling of butterflies grew in his stomach as the
big woman drew closer, bending at the waist to see his phone. She brought her
face achingly close, peering at the little screen.

As he scrolled through a handful of mundane photos, his heart leapt into his
throat. One of the images that he tried desperately to scroll past was of a
woman he had seen in the supermarket. She was tall with extremely toned legs,
and his fascination at her muscular limbs prompted him to pull out his phone
and snap a quick photo. She held a small basket on one hand and was reading
the label on a bag of pretzels with the other. He had totally forgotten that
was in there!

"Who was that?" the woman asked, and Jimmy broke into a cold sweat.

Jimmy panicked, and tried unsuccessfully to hide his alarm.

"Oh, that's my.....cousin Sandy," he lied. "She's a basketball player."

"Ah," the woman replied.

He couldn't tell what her response was to the picture, but he quickly scrolled
past it until his latest mock-up of an unmanned high-atmosphere aircraft
appeared on the screen. The sleek white plastic body had a futuristic look
that could have easily taken its place in the display where they stood.

"Here," he said, his voice still somewhat shaky. "Here's what I wanted to show
you. This is one of the wind-tunnel models I helped design. It's a high
atmosphere excursion vehicle, for delivery of supplies to the International
Space Station. It's one of a bunch of designs we're putting together for a bid
on LEO spacecraft for Virgin Galactic."

His new acquaintance stood to her full height.

"That's interesting," she said, her voice neutral, and Jimmy knew he blew it.
"Well, I think I need to grab some lunch. Nice talking to you."

"You too," he said, letting some of the disappointment seep into his voice.
"Take care."

He watched glumly as the big woman began to walk off.

"Um, wait," he called after her, and she turned back to him.

"My name's Jimmy," he said. "I was going to tell you I liked your dress when I
first saw you, but I thought it might come across as a cheesy line. Next
Generation?"

The big woman paused.

"Why... yes, that's what I patterned it after," Janice said, "but my design
took a lot of liberties. I thought those tunics were a bit stiff. All of the
uniforms, really. You'd think in the twenty-fourth century, they'd have a
little better sense of comfort."

The big woman paused, apparently pondering whether to continue talking to
Jimmy. Jimmy pointedly avoided looking at one of Janice's modifications, a
sharp v-neck that showed an astonishing amount of cleavage. It was difficult
since her bust line was directly level with Jimmy's line-of-sight.

Janice noticed Jimmy's discomfiture, realizing that the most prominent "design
liberty" would probably bump into his face were she to step forward another
three feet. She smiled in spite of herself.

"My name's Janice. Janice Randolph."

"You're kidding," he said before he could stop himself. "Like Janice Rand from
Wrath of Khan?"

"Yeah, that's right," she said as her smile faded and her tone became
defensive. "That's where it came from. My parents were fans."

Jimmy noticed the stiffening of her posture as she stood back up, how she
seemed to grow as he looked up at her face. It thrilled him to his core, and
he couldn't fully suppress the shudder that ran through him. Janice looked
down and noticed the tremor, and sighed inwardly, mistaking it for the all-too
familiar intimidation she had seen in smaller men in the past. It may have
saved Jimmy's poor attempt at getting to meet Janice. She decided at that
moment to show him he had nothing to fear from her, even though she was a bit
uncomfortable at the difference in their sizes.

"No offense, honestly," Jimmy said quickly, desperate to keep her from
leaving. "Mine were, too. That's the reason I responded that way. Believe me,
I share your pain."

Janice watched him intently as he took a deep breath. She was vacillating
between leaving the unusual little man, or waiting him out in the hopes of
getting more information from him about his job, which she truly did find
fascinating. He was likely a wealth of information on the subject of her
latest freelance gig.

"You won't believe my full name when I tell you, but here goes," he replied,
trying to stave off the woman's negative response to his faux pas. "It's James
Tiberius Curtis. And I promise it's no line. Nobody would invent one that
bad."

Janice looked sceptically at Jimmy. Ready for her disbelief, he pulled out his
driver's license and showed it to her, and her look went from scepticism to
wide-eyed surprise. Her shoulders began to shake and she laughed out loud
after a moment spent trying to hold it in. The front of her dress began the
most fascinating motion as her big breasts bounced and bobbed.

"Oh, good God," she said after she recovered. "I thought my parents were bad!
That must have been so rough growing up. You're lucky your first name wasn't
'Captain.'"

Jimmy was a bit dismayed by her response, but anything that would keep the
incredible Janice from leaving was worth enduring. It's not like he hadn't
heard it before. It was also practically impossible to prevent himself from
staring awestruck as her chest shook and bounced from her mirth.

"That's why I use Jimmy. It was no picnic when people found out my middle
name, but my parents were rabid Trekkers," Jimmy replied. "I inherited the
sci-fi gene, and some other not-as-great ones, as you can see. I'd give
anything to be even close to your height."

He gestured to himself as he spoke, indicating his small stature.

"Well, I'd trade with you in a heartbeat," she said, sounding perturbed at the
mention of her height. "I didn't exactly have an easy time growing up being
this tall."

"And you think I didn't? Why would you ever want to be short like me?" Jimmy
replied, irritated. "You may have taken some ribbing, but so did I, probably
even more than you. At least you can reach stuff without a step-ladder at
home, and you can do more about the people giving you a hard time than me, I'm
guessing."

Janice bristled at his rebuttal.

"Yeah, well at least you can fit in a regular automobile and find clothes to
wear that aren't custom-made," Janice replied testily. "Everything I'm wearing
I made myself because I was so sick of not ever being able to find clothes,
not to mention the looks I get when I go shopping. You think you had it
harder.....you have NO idea!"

The tense trade-off was not what Jimmy had wanted at all! He was just getting
ready to say something conciliatory, when a group of teenagers went past.

"Whoa, opposites really DO attract!" one of the young wags said.

They both froze in mid-sentence and stared at the boy's back as the group
passed. They slowly looked at each other and simultaneously broke into
laughter.

"Little jerk," Janice said, but her face was relaxed when she looked at the
retreating teens.

"Kids can be cruel, can't they?" he said, looking up at her.

She looked down at Jimmy, and the defensiveness vanished. She noticed for the
first time how handsome he was.

"How'd you like to grab lunch?" she asked. "I'd like to hear about your
low-earth orbit vehicles."

Jimmy's face brightened. A stroke of luck. Finally.

"I'd like that," he replied, and fell into step beside her, quietly thanking
the rude teen.

*************

The air cleared and, despite the expected stares, lunch went dramatically
better for Jimmy and Janice. They talked about sci-fi, and Jimmy learned that
Janice had been as fascinated by the genre as Jimmy, reading voraciously the
works of Heinlein, Asimov, and various others, but their carer paths differed
greatly. Janice's talents were more for artistic design than science or
engineering, so she ended up with a degree in graphic design. An online course
in Flash programming early on in the Internet Revolution had made her somewhat
of an authority in Flash design. She was often sought to make science-based
informatics for several big websites, most recently a visual explainer on
volcanic activity for CNN.com.

She pulled a sleek tablet from her huge purse and pulled up the Flash
animation of the graphic representing the stepwise process of a volcanic
eruption.

"Hey, I remember that one," Jimmy replied. "That's really cool. Have you ever
done any geeky engineering ones, like a graphical cutaway of, say, a Saturn V
rocket engine?"

Janice smiled at Jimmy's segue.

"No, but you're pretty observant," she replied. "My current gig is for Popular
Mechanics' website. I have to show how a ramjet propulsion system works
internally. I'm no engineer, so it's been going slowly. I was debating on some
ways to show fuel delivery and direction of flow. All of the schematics online
are so intricate, I've been spending a lot of time tracing some of the designs
I've seen without much luck. My research is still very early, but I figured
I'd have the prep work coincide with my little break here. I was going to Cape
Canaveral next."

"Funny, I just came from there yesterday. I could totally help out with your
project if you like," Jimmy replied. "One of my colleagues is a design
engineer on the X-51A Waverider. He's about three weeks from retirement, but
I've looked over a lot of his design specs when I was considering LEO
propulsion systems. I could give you a lot of non-proprietary details, and
describe how the jet-wash vortexes during the combustion cycle. I think it
would look really cool to represent it realistically versus little arrows or
whatever."

Janice smiled as she noted the small man's eagerness. She thought about asking
who the tall, leggy woman in the photo that Jimmy obviously didn't want her
seeing really was, but decided to let it alone. It gave her the creeps when
she first saw it, and she wondered if there were any photos of her in his
phone. She had noticed him following her several hours prior to her
ice-breaker conversation because of his height, and was concerned he was some
sort of stalker, or worse. Not that she couldn't handle such a small man.

"Yeah, I like using Flash to design animations, and it's easy to use once
you've had some practice with it," she said, then turned her tablet toward
Jimmy. "Here, I'll show you."

Before Jimmy could say anything, Janice snapped a photo of him, then turned
the tablet toward herself and took another photo. She pulled up one of the
graphic design apps she used most frequently and quickly worked as Jimmy
watched. She figured if he was some sort of creep, at least she now had a
picture of him in case she had to press charges. With a name like James
Tiberius, though, he'd probably be pretty easy to find. And she knew where he
worked.

She dismissed all of the negative thoughts. Her gut told her that that wasn't
the case. Besides, it's not like he could possibly force himself on her. She
guessed she was easily twice his weight, and physically... she almost laughed
at the thought of a physical confrontation with him.

After a few minutes, she turned the tablet toward Jimmy. Their faces were
attached to cartoonish bodies, somewhat proportional. The figures stood
side-by-side against the backdrop of one of the photos Janice had obviously
taken during her vacation. Jimmy tried his best to not be excited by the vast
difference in their sizes placed side-by-side, but it was simply impossible.
Janice pressed the play button on the screen, and Jimmy's head detached from
his body at the same time as Janice's. They both moved up the screen, tumbling
as they switched places, and landed on the opposite's body.

"There.....since we both expressed an interest in trading places," Janice
laughed, "though I don't know if you'd want to wear a dress or have big
boobs."

She paused the animation, opened another app, and erased the prominent bulges
in the front of her sun dress, then erased the flaring hem of her sun dress
and quickly drew a crude pair of pants to cover her strong-looking legs in the
frozen image.

"You're really fast with that thing," Jimmy remarked, amused. "Tell you what.
I'd be happy to keep your great muscle-tone, but yeah, boobs and a dress, cool
Trek-inspired dress that it is, might not be the fashion statement I'm
shooting for."

They shared a light laugh, and Jimmy felt his confidence return. He looked at
Janice's profile, and was struck by how very pretty she was. He was fascinated
at the way her nose crinkled as she worked, and how her posture, even hunched
over the little screen, gave her such a regal bearing. Her figure had
captivated him since the beginning, but the entire package, including the
little mannerisms she displayed as she worked, he now found to be
irresistible.

Janice was pleased by the comment about her muscularity. It wasn't something
she could easily control, and the fact that it appealed to him in some way
sent a small thrill through her. She'd too often been told to stop working out
or a host of other "tips" regarding her physique, but she barely did anything
strenuous other than the light workouts to keep her weight in check.

"So how would you change mine since we swapped?" he asked, gauging her
reaction.

Janice looked down at him and their eyes met.

"Well, I guess I'd give the new me some boobs," she said, drawing a cartoonish
pair on the image, though quite a bit smaller than her own prodigious
endowment. " ... ..aaand I'd get rid of the obvious."

She smiled a snarky smile and made a show of erasing the sign of the
cartoonish masculine bulge of Jimmy's manhood in the lines of his shorts, then
quickly drew a skirt over them.

"I don't think I'd want to change much else, though," she said, glancing at
Jimmy's slightly red face. "Oh wait, maybe I'd use a razor on those legs."

Janice captured the color of Jimmy's skin-tone and filled in the outline of
his legs below the character's skirt.

"Yeah, 'Ten Thousand Years BC' might not be the best look on the new you,
especially here in sunny Florida," he quipped, and Janice laughed.

"I agree. I'll stick with smooth, kissable skin," she said, and the word sent
a thrill through Jimmy. He thought about kneeling before this immense goddess
of a woman, lavishing kisses on Janice's thighs.....thighs that looked to be
the circumference of his chest.

They paused, looking at the image of them, sizes reversed. Janice manipulated
the image one final time, and Jimmy smiled as he saw she had the figures
holding hands.

"They look like a normal couple," Janice said, looking at the image. "See?
They're even smiling."

They paused, staring at the image, neither of them seemingly able to look away
from the idyllic picture to each other to the awkward reality.

"Yeah, they do look normal," he admitted after a moment of silence, "but I
don't know, something just doesn't work for me."

"Oh?" Janice asked, looking at Jimmy.

She seemed unhappy as she regarded the figures.

"May I?" he asked.

"Yeah, why not?"

Janice handed over her tablet.

"So you lasso image pieces and move them like Photoshop?" he asked.

"Exactly," Janice replied. "It IS Photoshop, just a tablet version."

Jimmy nodded, then quickly made some changes.

He handed the tablet back to Janice and she looked at the image, surprised.

"Now it looks right to me," he said.

Jimmy had clumsily put the heads back on their own bodies.

"That looks right to you?" she asked. "It doesn't look like a couple who would
take an unending amount of grief?"

Jimmy looked up at Janice's pretty face, and he smiled at her dubious look.

"That is a couple guaranteed to have smart-alecky comments like those teens
today," he said, "but, and this is just me, I think 'normal' is overrated. If
I wanted to be 'normal', I wouldn't have become a science nerd or admitted I
liked sci-fi. I guess I'm all about NOT being normal. How about you?"

Janice threw back her head and laughed.

"Need you ask?" she said, still laughing. "I'm six foot five and weigh two
hundred fifty-five pounds. I've been more muscular than pretty much every guy
I've ever dated, and was voted most likely to become either a bodybuilder or a
stripper after graduation by the smart-asses on the yearbook staff. So, no,
'normal' has never been a word anyone's ever associated with me."

Jimmy was so turned on when she shared her stats. She was fourteen inches
taller than him, and weighed nearly double what he did! The knowledge
threatened to make him light-headed.

"Then I think we have something in common," Jimmy said.

"We seem to have a lot of somethings in common," Janice agreed, "but...."

Eager to dismiss her hesitancy, Jimmy leaned toward Janice.

"You know, if you can ignore all the idiots, I'd love to invite you to dinner
with me and my friends," Jimmy blurted out. "I think maybe we can try to find
a new normal. What do you say?"

"Your friends?" Janice asked.

"Yeah, I met up with some friends, a married couple, earlier today," he said,
and paused. "We make an annual pilgrimage to Cape Canaveral, and then come
here and a few other places in the area for sci-fi related park visits. We
always end up at Space Mountain over at Disney at the end. It's been my
favorite since I was tall enough to ride it."

Janice remained silent. It stretched a few minutes as she appeared to be
mulling over the offer.

"Okay, I'm gonna go for broke here," Jimmy said after a moment, taking a deep
breath. "I met my friends this morning, and I was grabbing a snack when you
walked past, and.....well, I.....I was so captivated by you that I called my
friends and told them I wasn't feeling good so I could maybe work up enough
nerve to actually meet you."

Janice was stunned. She looked at Jimmy with a blank look of surprise. The
picture of the tall woman on his phone ran through her head, and she wondered
again whether she could trust this little man who seemed to have so much
interest in a woman twice as big as him. The whole thing felt surreal.
Everything in her experience told her that this wasn't the way it went, that a
man this small would only be intimidated or bothered by her height and
physique, that the offer he just made was the prelude to some sort of cruel
joke or a gesture of politeness, knowing she'd never accept.

And yet, the sincerity on his face, the eagerness he seemed to show at her
offer of lunch, the fact he'd been shadowing her all day.....now seemingly
with the intent of working up the nerve to speak to her.....it was all very
vexing.

"Me?" she asked. "Why?"

"Well, because that picture you saw on my phone wasn't my cousin," Jimmy said.
"I'm sorry for not being honest. I saw that woman at the supermarket one day,
and I was so fascinated by the fact she was so tall and her legs were so
muscular that I snapped a picture of her. And I'm ashamed to admit I
was.....sort of stalking you until I got up the nerve to say hi.....nothing
creepy, I promise, but-"

"But I beat you to it," Janice finished. "I had noticed you were at a lot of
the same things I was today. It's pretty much why I spoke to you in the first
place. I figured you were either some sort of weirdo, or into the same sorts
of things as me -- which I figured I'd find out when we talked -- or it was
just a total coincidence."

"Would you have bought coincidence?" Jimmy asked, looking sheepishly at her.

"No," she replied. "But I won't exactly call you a weirdo, either. I guess the
rest remains to be seen."

"How about the total, embarrassing truth: a guy so stunned with how big and
attractive you are that he made a fool out of himself trying to meet you?"
Jimmy asked.

Janice considered it for a long time, her eyes piercing Jimmy's as he squirmed
in his seat. She looked like she was either going to get up and walk away or
laugh at the absurdity of it all.

After a few tense moments, she sighed.

"I suppose I'd buy that," Janice replied finally. "I might even throw the word
cute in there somewhere."

"So is that a yes for dinner?" he asked, stunned that she didn't slap him
right out of his seat for his admission.

"Yeah, let's give it a try," she said, smiling warmly. "We'll see if your
friends freak out at the whole David and Goliath picture we paint walking into
the place."

"They'll be surprised, but I doubt they'll freak out," Jimmy said. "They know
me pretty well."

Janice bent low to look Jimmy in the eye, her face close to his.

"But I will say, Jimmy, that if this is some sort of game, I am fully capable
of making you regret it. I'm sure you realize that."

The most remarkable transformation came over Jimmy's face that Janice sat up
to her full height, watching him with interest. He appeared to shiver visibly
as if he was cold, and if she didn't know better, she would swear it was fear,
but something in his eyes told her the emotion he felt was something far
different.

It took Jimmy a moment to master himself. He finally spoke, looking up to see
her eyes intent upon him.

"I swear to you that I only want to buy you dinner and show you we can have a
nice night out, in spite of our differences," he began slowly. "If you're
upset or bothered at any point, I completely understand if you decide to
leave. Like you said, you're fully capable of making me regret any kind of
slight. That alone should be enough to make you realize I am being nothing but
sincere. And if you do feel you need to exact some sort of revenge, I wouldn't
lift a finger to stop you.....though, honestly, I don't think I could stop you
if I tried."

Jimmy tried his best to control his emotions, but the very notion of him
trying his best to stop Janice from doing anything she desired, and the
obvious outcome, moved him on such a visceral level the he felt himself
sweating, despite the moderate temperatures on this early Spring afternoon.

Janice had trouble believing her eyes. It amazed her that Jimmy was excited at
the difference in their sizes. She paused to take in the entire improbable
event. By his admission, the cellphone picture of the significantly taller
woman, the physical cues, the almost-giddy interest.....it stunned her to
think that Jimmy was so attracted to her! The very thought of it, this tiny
man attracted to her, a veritable giant by comparison, began to set her mind
racing. She began to explore her own feelings about the possibility of such a
union, so different from the adversarial attitudes of most men in her life,
the need to somehow measure up to her, and found herself intrigued by the
possibility of a man not ever needing to "stack up" to her physically, of
accepting her for who she was, not some idealized image of what she should be.

Janice reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

"What's your number?" she asked. Jimmy scrambled to show her his screen.

"What time works for you?" Jimmy asked. "We can meet wherever you like."

"How about five-thirty at The Rainforest Cafe?" she asked.

"Nothing space-based?" Jimmy asked. "There are several in the area I'd
recommend."

"This one is close to my hotel," she said. "In case I need to make a quick
getaway....."

"Oh.....oh, sure," he said, somewhat crestfallen. "That's fine with me.
Rainforest Cafe it is."

Jimmy held out his hand to Janice, and she began to extend her own, but
changed her mind. She thought she'd see one more time what kind of effect she
had on him. She couldn't help herself; she had to ensure it wasn't some trick
her mind was playing on her.

Janice rose slowly from the table, looming over Jimmy's small form as she
ascended fully to her stratospheric height. The entire time, her eyes locked
on his, watching the reaction she had on him. It was exactly as she saw
before: a look of sheer amazement.....even awe that crossed his handsome face
as she stood so high above him. But the strongest emotion she saw in his face
was desire.

Janice stepped back from the table and Jimmy got to his feet, seemingly in a
daze. She held out her hand again to him, and noticed how his was engulfed as
they shook briefly.

"I'll give you a ring when I get there," Janice said, and, on impulse, bent
neatly at the waist and kissed Jimmy on the cheek. "See you."

Jimmy stood stunned, and Janice smiled knowingly. She waved, then turned and
strode purposefully away, feeling Jimmy's eyes boring into her as she went.
Maybe he was admiring her curvy rear, but she guessed it was more likely her
strongly-built legs, significantly thicker and more muscular than the woman in
his cell phone picture. It was a nice feeling.

*************

Jimmy felt like he was floating. His feet dangled over a foot above the floor,
and he felt the most wonderful pressure as huge, powerful arms wrapped around
him. His body was pressed tightly against the most desirable woman he had ever
met, and the feel of her lips against his was so intoxicating that he felt he
would float away like a balloon on the breeze were she to release him. Her
warm, caramel-colored eyes, sensuously half-lidded in flushed anticipation of
their next kiss, held his as the big breasts he had been pressed into swelled
with her deep, enticing breaths.

"Mmmm," moaned the sexy alto of her clear, west-coast accented voice. "That
was nice"

"Oh.....yes.....yes it was," Jimmy sighed.

"Would you like more?" she asked.

"So much more," he moaned as he felt the pressure around him increase.

They kissed again, and the feel of her plush, inviting lips made him swoon.

"You're so light, Jimmy.....I can barely feel your weight in my arms."

Jimmy couldn't do anything except utter an excited moan.

He felt her right arm release him, but the left tightened almost painfully
around him. Her free hand, spanning the width of his back, touched him just
below the huge, steely limb that encircled his chest. With an excited moan,
that huge hand moved downward toward his legs. It reached Jimmy's ass, giving
him a squeeze, then slid around to the front. With a sexy smile, her hand
pushed between his legs, parting them with an ease that left Jimmy stunned.

The massive arm around him constricted further, crushing his body into the
huge breasts that felt like they could surround his slight frame. It felt
harder than stone, the bulging bicep that pressed into his side, while her
other huge hand, the one not fondling him, spread around his side. The
pressure of being crushed into her chest became so intense he cried out in
surprise, and then he felt it release, replaced by her hand pushing his body
hard into the even more swollen bicep at his side. Janice was holding his body
suspended in the air by wrapping her single arm all the way around him. It
felt like she could do anything she wanted, and he doubted that he could stop
her if he tried!

Her free hand continued to fondle his swollen member through his pants, and
then released him. A brief tug was accompanied by an audible ZIP as she yanked
down his fly. The button followed shortly thereafter, and she pushed the pants
aside to grasp his cock through his boxers. As huge as her hand was, it moved
deftly, coaxing his member to lengthen beneath his pants, maneuvering around
his boxers to grip his shaft firmly. He felt his member rise to heights he
scarcely believed possible. The whole event was unbelievable as well. It felt
like she could grasp the entirely of his cock and still have room left in her
hand. And the fact she held him crushed with her single arm wrapped around
him....

The entire event had a hazy unreality about it, but his gigantic lover wasn't
stopping to let him think. She maneuvered him until he was pressed against a
single breast, and he felt her iron grip loosen slightly, forcing his chest
into her as she craned forward, her lips seeking his. Her breast spread
against him, spanning the entire width of his chest. It was so big and full
that he couldn't even feel the rest of his body touch hers, just that huge
mass of womanly flesh. Everything about her totally dwarfed him!

"Mmm, so nice and thick. I love how it feels in my hand. What else do you have
for me, Jimmy?" her sexy voice whispered in his ear. "Or maybe you would like
to see what I have for you?"

"Oh.....oh yes....." Jimmy said. It felt like the air was being sucked from
the room as he dangled above the floor.

Again that tightening of her arm around him and he was being pulled away to
hang in the air again. She removed her hand and lifted it to her shirt,
quickly popping open the overstressed buttons. It was stretched so taut by her
magnificent figure that the shirt seemed to burst apart as each button came
undone, exposing inch after inch of creamy, delectable flesh. Her bra was a
demi-cup, and it pushed her breasts high, the tops of each sitting as
beautiful mounds beneath her tight shirt.

"I wore a really tight one for you, Jimmy," his lover drawled in her low sexy
voice, "so I could show you.....THIS."

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