A Close Encounter
by Unknown
Amazon women from space meet an earth man
Update: 04/10/1997 to giantess


	In a secluded cabin overlooking Lincoln, Pennsylvania, Alan
Daniels appraised his artwork with an outstretched thumb and a
critical eye.
	Used car tycoon "Crazy" Eddie Lucas had seen Daniels' work
in a community arts festival, and had contracted him to
illustrate several ads for the Lincoln Motor Emporium.  With
payments due on his home and aging car, Alan had happily put
aside his aspirations of critical success to pursue the almighty
dollar.  The fact that Lucas had specified suggestive ads--
"Y'know, like those beer commercials, with the chicks and tits
and like that," he'd said--made the assignment that much easier
to justify.
	Daniels had almost finished the first piece, which featured
a well-endowed blonde in a black bikini, seated atop a '66
Mercury.  He was especially pleased with her "come hither" gaze, 
which he knew would make any sane, straight man consider the car
_and_ the extended warranty.  Sales, Crazy Eddie had emphasized,
was the ultimate statement on life:  it all depended on pushing
the right buttons.
	A sparkling flash drew his attention to the night sky
outside his window.  He'd seen falling stars before, but he knew
this was different; the tail was too long, the aura was too
brilliant.  He stood and leaned over his art board, as the
pulsing object neared a nearby hill, then veered toward his
location.  He grit his teeth as the brilliant glow moved closer.
	"Goddamnhell!"
	He threw himself under his art table and assumed a crash
position as the luminous object moved overhead.  The walls
trembled as a blinding light cascaded through his window, then
vanished.  After a few seconds, the chorus of crickets and frogs
resumed.
	Alan uncurled himself, and crawled out from under the table. 
His mind raced at the possibilites:  could the he have seen
secret military craft?  Or maybe--he shuddered at the thought--
an alien spaceship?  The idea made him dizzy with awe.
	Whatever it was, he decided he had to investigate.  Friendly
contact with extraterrestrial life would be of immense value to
humankind--and to him.  The constant offers from daytime talk
shows and news programs would guarantee he'd never have to
prostitute himself before the Crazy Eddies of the world again.
	Steeling himself, he unhooked his heavy wooden T-square, and
made his way through the cabin's dark corridors.  His desire for
financial independence in no way impeded his desire to stay
healthy, and he'd give any slimy aliens with questionable
intentions a quick lesson in Art-Fu.
	Alan stopped before the front door, noting the soft red glow
that rose and fell through the thin curtains.  Something was out
there, that much was obvious, and he made a final gut check to
see if he could face the unknown.  He hadn't heard of anyone
being killed by visitors from beyond, but there was a first time
for everything, and his desire to be an ambassador to the stars
was fading fast.  If he was going to act, it would have to happen now.
	With a cry, he threw open the door--and froze.  Fifty yards
away, on the grounds neighboring the treeline, was a disc-shaped
object the size of a city bus.  A hellish aura throbbed from
underneath, illuminating the ground below; he noted that it
hovered in place, held aloft by invisible means.  The craft's
skin was a smooth, featureless gray alloy.
	Numb with awe, he felt his legs moving, fascination
overwhelming his cowardice, drawing him toward the object. 
Warmth radiated from the disc, increasing as he drew nearer.  He
stopped six yards away, his T-square held in a death grip, poised
in a batter's stance.
	"Hello?"
	The ship continued to hover, unperturbed.
	He took a step closer.  "Hey!  You, uh, you can come out!  I
mean, I'm friendly!"  He considered his last remark, and decided
to let the T-square hang loose for the moment.
	The ship remained unfazed.
	"I-I've got beer in the fridge!  We can order pizza!  And I
don't have to bring back those rented movies until tomorrow--"
	He shut up as a sliver of light opened on one side, then
broadened, bathing him in brilliance.  He vaguely discerned a
pair of humanoid shapes, floating out and toward him from the
center of the light.  The figures lowered, to come to rest on the
ground a few feet distant.
	The light faded suddenly, and standing before him--to his
surprise--were two beautiful human women.  One was a redhead, her
thick hair drawn up behind her, the other a blonde with smooth,
flowing locks.  Snug jumpsuits held to their strong, firm bodies,
their athletic physiques set off by magnificent feminine curves.
	"Whoa," he said, relaxing as the women regarded him.  "In
your _face_, Whitley Streiber."
	"We've arrived, Kara," said the blonde, looking him up and
down, smiling enigmatically.  They stood at eye-level with him,
in their heels.  "Subject is a human male, approximately twenty-
two earth-years in age.  Positive contact with primary planetary
species."
	"Confirmed," answered the redhead.  "Cease adaptive
measures."
	A magnesium-bright flash engulfed them, then faded; he fell
to his rump, nearly dropping his T-square, as they began to grow,
stretching and bursting the seams of the jumpsuits, their height
increasing as they rose above him.  Fabric ripped and dropped
aside as the metmorphosis continued, their sizes remaining in
perfect proportion to their upward surge.  The tatters of their
uniforms broke away and floated to the earth.  He staggered to
his feet as the process slowed, and then stopped altogether. 
They now stood over twice their original height, his eyes at
waist-level, the women now wearing revealing bikini-like attire
over their magnificent bodies.  Spike-heeled boots fashioned of a
sheer, hose-like material rose to their hips.
	"Adaptive measures successfully terminated," said the
redhead, sliding a hand over her chiseled abdomen.  Turning to
Alan, she said, "Lora, capture the specimen."
	He suddenly understood that _he_ was the 'specimen'.
	Alan took a step back as the blonde advanced, and pushed his
hand against her warm, stony midriff.  She laughed and crushed
his T-square, then siezed his arms and lifted him before her.  He
struggled, helpless, as they casually regarded him.
	"Intriguing," offered Lora.  "He struggles, unlike our men."
	"I so prefer unconquered males," said Kara.  "It's so
enjoyable to...master them."
	Alan was terrified by the turn the conversation was taking. 
They had something ominous in store, and he was well aware of his
low pain threshold.  A paper cut was usually enough to send him
cursing into the bathroom for several minutes.
	"Uh, look," he said, his voice shaky, "Whatever happened to
'Take us to your leader'?  I mean--"
	"Let's determine his initial durability level," said Lora. 
He writhed furiously as she pulled him against her steel-hard
body, sandwiching his face between her enormous breasts.  She
moaned as Kara pushed against her, trapping him between them.  He
felt their muscles quivering as they smothered him, in obvious
ecstasy, kissing lightly.
	"He is fragile," said Lora, as she and Kara parted.  She
pulled him, dazed and oddly aroused, from between her breasts. 
"I suppose all men are."
	"Yes.  We must use him with care."
	He gave a short laugh.  "Um...can you define 'use'?"
	Lora pushed him to the grass; he scrambled to escape, but
Lora was astride his chest in an instant, her full weight
squeezing down on him, making breathing a struggle.  "The subject
is subdued.  How shall we proceed?"
	"Let me think," said Kara, smiling.  "We don't often capture
specimens this desirable.  We should make this special."
	"Hey," said Alan, straining to speak, "Your fucking
specimen's about to suffocate--"
	Lora bounced once atop him, flushing his lungs and stifling
him.  "Quiet, male.  Speak only when instructed to."
	He gurgled an obscenity.
	"I've an idea," said Kara.  "Let's pressure test the
captive."
	Lora's eyes sparkled.  "Excellent!"
	She rose from his chest, and moved beside him; the women
began crushing him with their huge, firm breasts, their stiffened
nipples hard and obvious through the thin fabric of their
uniforms.  Alan kicked and bucked as they smothered him,
thrusting down and sliding along his body.  He resisted fiercely,
but his futile efforts depleted him to the point of exhaustion. 
As he acquiesced, he noticed his arousal intensifying, some
hidden part of his id relishing in the women's dominance.
	"This is wonderful sport," said Lora, as they leaned back
and watched him shift and moan.  He was helpless to resist as
they pulled his clothing away piece by piece, until he lay naked
before them.
	Kara slid a finger along his raging erection.  "It's time. 
He is ready for mastery."
	"Agreed," said Lora.  She re-seated herself atop him, and
they undressed, unclasping their bikini bottoms at the sides,
then removing their tops, leaving their statuesque, awesome
physiques fully exposed.  Alan stared open-mouthed as Lora rose
and moved higher, turning to kneel the other direction, then
descended toward him.  Her thighs engulfed him as warm, slick
folds covered his face.  He felt Kara mount his hips, taking him
within her, and together they began to use him in earnest.  Lora
ground down savagely from above, sliding down, back, and forth
over his nose and face, her hands holding his head fixedly,
torrents of thick foam gushing onto him with each orgasm.  Kara
worked with equal zeal, pounding against him with her massive
body, keeping his erection trapped as she gyrated.  As they used
him, they kissed and touched one another, their screams of
ecstasy echoing through the forest.

	"He's alive," said Kara, smiling.  She cradled his head with
a gentleness that belied her superhuman strength.  "And
relatively unharmed, I think."
	"That's safe to say," answered Lora, tracing a forefinger
down his body.  His slick skin glistened red from the light of
their craft.  "He seemed to enjoy his mastery."
	"No doubt."  Kara touched his spent manhood.  "There's no
disguising a male's pleasure--or his climax."
	Alan struggled to pull himself upright, but settled for
resting on his elbows.  He had long overcome his awe toward the
close encounter, and now--battered, sticky, and exhausted as he
was--he was thrilled to have met these awesome amazons.  His only
fear was that they intended to whisk him away to distant galaxies
and molest him forever, a pleasurable but ultimately one-
dimensional existence.  He knew he had to think of something--and
fast.
	"Excuse me," he said.  "May I ask a question?"
	Kara smiled at Lora, then said, "Very well."
	"I couldn't help overhearing you say that the men of your
society are...less spirited.  What did you mean?"
	Lora drew a finger down his chest.  "We have properly
conditioned our men to recognize women as their superiors, to be
submissive to them in every way.  Unfortunately, if we are to
revel in the thrill of true domination, we must journey to
planets like this one, where men are still arrogant and in need
of mastery."
	"Bummer."  He sat up, and raked away some of the syrupy
fluid coating his arms.  "I have an idea."
	"Indeed."  Kara touseled her thick hair, which now hung
loose and flowed over her broad shoulders.  "I am intrigued. 
Speak."
	He put on his best Crazy Eddie smile, and said, "Why don't
you just stay here a while?"
	They looked at one another, brows furrowed.  "What do you
mean?"
	He held up a finger for emphasis.  "Well, you yourself said
you have to go on safari to find men that really turn you on.  If
you like me like this--'arrogant and in need of mastery'--then
you're gonna have to let me stay here, or else I'll probably wind
up wimping out like _your_ men.  And we wouldn't want that, now
would we?"
	Lora nodded.  "He has a point."
	"And I _am_ a bit tired of all this skipping about, looking
for new conquests," said Kara.  "It might be easier to stay with
the same man and dominate him on his world."
	"Exactly!"  Excitement gave him the strength to rise. 
"Look, I've got that cabin all to myself, and you can stay here
as long as you want.  Of course, you'll probably have to come
down to my height when we go into town...."
	"That won't be difficult.  We can easily adopt less
conspicuous statures, although you'd do well to accept us at this
size."
	"Don't worry.  Just do me a favor.  Next time you're gonna
do that growing thing, let me get my camcorder, okay?"  They
crossed their arms, with "I don't think so" looks on their faces. 
"Just kidding, just kidding.  Hey, I need a shower, and I'll bet
you like washing your slaves.  Let's take this party inside,
okay?"
	Kara gestured to her spacecraft with a hand; it dimmed and
faded from view.  Looking to him, she said, "Lead on, little
one."
	Lora curled him under an arm, and they began toward the
cabin.  As they walked, he said, "Hey, you guys like beer,
right?"

The End (for now)