The Guest
by Claudio Alviggi, klaatu@tin.it
My immense friend from overseas


I met her on a web dating service. Sometimes I happen to browse such 
services to find a few friends all over the world, preferably women.
I was impressed by the ad of that 18yo girl, which said she got no friends 
at all and everybody was avoiding and teasing her. She seemed so sad, so 
helpless I decided to write her and be her friend.
She replied almost immediately, and we started talking about each other. 
Well, I talked about me, because she said very little of herself. Anyway she 
was happy somebody was taking interest in her, despite her appearance (which 
she never wanted to describe).
Our friendship went on for a few months, then she said she would like to 
visit Italy. Since I live there, I told her she could stay at my home if
she wanted to. I was not really serious, would not invite a girl almost 10
years younger than me. But I was surprised: she accepted, and also her
parents agreed. Which kind of parents would send their daughter by a perfect 
stranger 3,000 miles away I don't know, but I couldn't refuse then and 
prepared to receive her.

Two weeks later, waiting for her at the airport, I was still wondering how 
she could trust me so much: after all, I was nothing more than some words by 
the net. Meeting people can be dangerous, and she proved to be candid like a 
child.
We had no pictures of each other, so I had a sign with her name in order to 
be spotted. The moment she came I was looking the wrong direction, that's 
why I didn't see her earlier. I heard a soft voice shyly calling my name, 
turned and...


...understood what Nothing looked like. I was seeing her, nonetheless my 
brain needed a few seconds to accept it.
I'm an average size man, around 5'9"-5'10", a bit overweight at 190. I've 
met big women, a few so big I felt like a child by comparison. But the woman 
I was looking at was a different class, maybe a different universe.
The first thing I thought was that I had never seen a human so big. After
that, I realized why she trusted me and why her parents let her go so 
easily. Now I knew, as they already knew, that I could do nothing to harm
Sandy (that's her name). I could easily walk under her arm extended
horizontally, nearly brushing it with my hair when standing on my toes. As I
found out later she was 7'3", about 600 lbs.
She had two huge suitcases, one for each hand. When I offered to take one,
she just smiled. I insisted, and she put the left one (the smallest and
lightest) on the floor. I then grabbed it with one hand and tried to go, but
the case did not move a single inch. I tried and tried, but I could only
lift and carry it for a few steps by using both hands... and all of my
strength. Only then she told me that the cases weighed respectively 180 and
250 lbs!
Of course she had to carry both of them (with no apparent effort), and I was
wondering just HOW strong this girl was when I felt my jaw drop and my
reason go out for a trip, as she lifted her right hand to point at a statue
- and carrying the heavy case up, up, like it weighed nothing. Only that I
knew it weighed 60 pounds more than me, and she could have ME in her hand.

I was silent while driving home, and nothing interesting happened (unless
you would find interesting seeing a 7'3" girl entering a small car only
slightly heavier than her, and bending to pass thru 6'9" doorframes).
Now, I like tall, strong girls, but Sandy was way beyond anything I ever
imagined. Later, at home, she told me that everybody was scared of her 
because of her size, and since she was very strong even for a person her 
size she was always afraid of hurting people. I had already realized it,
when she nearly crushed the bones in my hand with what she thought was a
gentle handshake. It was obvious this girl could not control her strength.
There was nothing to do but to teach her. I can't say I wasn't pleased at 
the idea, but you know, when you are with someone who could kill you with a 
single hand without even wanting to, you have to be VERY careful.
Luckily she agreed, and was eager to start.

First of all I had to discover the limit of her strength. a quick test
showed that she could lift me with her left hand, and hold me in the air for
a long time (actually 5 minutes, but could have been 5 hours or 5 days) with
no effort. We went back in the street, and I asked her to lift a car, which 
I knew weighed about a ton. Using her left hand she could only push it, but 
the wheels stayed on the road. With her right hand she could lift the back 
end, but not the front end (where the engine was). She then tried both 
hands, and the front end was high in the air. She was going to lift it 
completely off the ground, but I stopped her, fearing she could hurt herself.
Anyway, it turned out she could lift almost 4 times her weight, and could 
easily break a bowling ball with her hands.

The harder (and most dangerous) part was make her realize how delicate she 
should be not to hurt people. I encircled her with my arms (not being able 
to join my hands, and getting my head buried in her breasts in the process) 
and squeezed with all my might. Didn't try to lift her because I knew it was 
useless. Then she picked me up until our faces were at the same height, and 
hugged me. Needless to say, I stopped breathing the same moment she applied 
a bit of pressure, and a second later I felt my rib cage bending and 
cracking. I then made her stop, and explained her that, when hugging 
somebody, she had to apply only the pressure needed to support their weight.
At last she learned how to hug friends without danger, but it took a whole 
evening, most of which I spent up in the air, hanging from her arms.

One thing I didn't say about her. Altough very heavy and extremely strong,
she was not obese or muscular. I mean, she had very powerful muscles, but
not defined, and covered by a thick layer of fat, giving her the chubby look
of a 6 years-old girlie. Only that this 6yo was 7'3" and capable of lifting
10 times the weight of a full grown man.
The things that a 6yo usually doesn't have are those 4+ foot legs and
breasts bigger than my head. I started noticing them when I overcame the 
shock of her size and strength, together with her beautiful face. Long, 
curly red hair and big dark-green eyes, with regular features and one of the 
most beautiful smiles I had ever seen. If she were only 6' and 140 she would
have probably been a model. She wasn't. She was a giantess, incredibly 
strong and attractive, and she was in love with me.
Yes, we were only friends - that's what I thought. In reality when she left 
her home she was already fond of me, and my efforts to help her had the 
side-effect to make she fall in love. When you say luck...

I realized it while in her arms, as usual. We were on the beach, and dawn
was approaching. She was holding me a little below eye level, so that I was
staring directly at her mouth and my torso was pressed against her huge
tits, while my feet were over a foot from the sand. I noticed her face
getting red (she was very shy), her grip getting a bit stronger, and then
she said "I... I like you".
Is there anybody who, being held like that, can be so brave to say "no" to
the girl? I sure wasn't and, besides, I liked her very much. Not only, she
could do anything I wanted to, and even more. The only problem was the age
difference (respectively 26 and 18), but after all she was legal age.
Anyway, I couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. So I told
her that I was happy, because I liked her too.
I'll never forget what she did later. After a moment to accept my answer,
she forgot about her strenght and squeezed me tight, with such force I
thought she was going to kill me. Then she slid her hands to grab me at
waist level, and lifted me up, up, high over her head, hoisting me and my
190 lbs like a parent would hoist his 2 month newborn. I had never seen the
world by such a point of view, and must say it was interesting, altough I
felt a bit dizzy. She didn't limit to this, and after a few seconds threw me
up (don't know how high. I only know that I've been free in air for more
than 3 seconds), grabbing me while I was falling down. She repeated this 5
or 6 times, then again hugged me.
I suppose she was too shy and/or inexperienced to kiss me, and I didn't dare
to. She was treating me like a doll, and you know what? I liked it!
Luckily there was nobody on the beach. I was not used at that (who could
be?), and I would have been really embarassed if somebody spotted us. 
Nobody did.
We undressed, both wearing swimsuits, and I saw her "naked" for the first
time. Sometimes dresses can make someone appear larger, but strangely hers 
only hid her real size. We compared our bodies there on the beach, and i 
sure looked like a doll next to her.
Staring directly in front of me, I was looking at her nipples (huge and hard
under the fabric), while my shoulders were level with her waist. The most 
impressive thing was the lenght of her legs: they seemed to be longer than 
me - and it was almost true, since when comparing I found that her hips were 
as high as my stomach. I embraced her from behind, and felt her ass
(definitely larger than my shoulders) pushing on my lower ribs. I asked her 
to stand on her toes and lean forward, and so she did. This way my entire 
chest was against her lower ass, and her back, horizontal, was level with my
shoulders, so that only my head ws visible.
she also had extremely large hands and feet, which we promptly compared.
When handshaking her hand engulfed mine, but I didn't think it could be so
big: my whole hand, open, could rest in her palm, which by the way was
as long as my foot (except toes). Grabbing me by the sides of my chest her
fingers could almost touch!
Her feet were... well, they were the biggest feet one could imagine. No
comparison between them and mine would be possible, so I laid down and she
put her right foot on my chest. It went all the way from my neck to my hips,
and her toes started toying with my swimwuit.
We entered the sea. After a few steps, I was already swimming, while water
only reached her belly-button. When it came to her shoulders, and she could
hardly stand up, I dived and grabbed her legs, trying to lift her. Water was
supporting most of her weight, so I succeded, but only for a few inches.
After swimming for a while we went back to where both could stand up (water
at my chest level, about 2 inches over her hips). I then asked to be
overpowered a bit. Everybody had always feared her, she couldn't believe I 
actually enjoyed her size and strenght. She was so happy about it...
She grabbed me by the neck with one hand, and lifted me at her eye level,
until only my knees were in the water. Then extended her arm without 
lowering me, keeping me at arm lenght. She held me this way for a couple
minutes, being careful not to smother me, then let me fall into the sea.
She then picked me up again, and opened her hands so I could stand up on 
them, over the water. We counted 1,2,3 and she tossed me as far as she 
could, towards the higher water. It seemed to me the flight lasted minutes, 
altough I know they must have been only 2 or 3 seconds. Anyway I quickly 
reached the surface, and measured about 10 meters between us!
That morning was perfect! I had just found the woman of my dreams, and 
discovered I was her "Mr Right", and she could also make all my fantasies 
come true (even the ones I didn't know I had!).
The afternoon has been less pleasant, because people started to come, and we 
stopped playing. Also a bunch of guys came, who found nothing better to do 
than mocking her. At first I got angry and replied harshly, then seeing that 
it was useless I decided to ignore them. Sandy became very sad, she had 
lived in heaven for three days and now life was again on her.
But in those days she had learned something important: she was a person, not 
a freak, and had her own dignity. Soon she started ignoring the guys as 
well, but they had decided we were ideal victims for the day.
One of them had the very bad idea of insulting me as well. This made Sandy 
go mad. I was her lover, her doll, the best person (apart her parents) she 
ever met. Being the biggest and strongest person of the couple, she wanted 
to protect me. I didn't really need to, because I'm a Judo black belt and 
can handle myself in most situations - and anyway there was no fight in 
sight, after a while the boys would have dropped us.
But she was on her way. I suddenly saw her beautiful eyes turn blood-red, 
she stood up in her full height (making a couple of the guys fall silent) 
and strode towards them. Realizing something bad could happen, I tried to
stop her, but she gave me such a look that froze me where I stood. If I 
insisted I would only manage to be picked up again and held aloft while she 
did what she intended to. So I stopped, leaving her free to move.

I suppose those guys will never ever laugh at somebody again. Not at
somebody the size of Sandy. She grabbed the biggest one (~6'2", full of
muscles) by the neck and lifted him, while with her left hand was throwing
the other guys away like they were dolls. Then she moved the boss closer,
until their faces were almost touching, and told him something. I never knew
what she said, but he suddenly stopped moving and hang there from her hand,
pale-faced, still and silent. She slid her left arm between his legs, moved
him until he was lying horizontally across her chest, then her right hand
reached the left one behind his back and she squeezed him. Not for long, she
just gave him a quick, painfully powerful squeeze and then threw him some 3
meters away, together with his friends. They immediately went away, and I
noticed that the boss didn't have the strenght to walk, they had to support
him. All of this happened in a very little time. No more than 10 seconds had
passed since Sandy had stood up.
She then came back at me, we seated again and she bent over to give me one
big, hot kiss on the cheek.

That evening, back home, she found the courage to tell the words. Red as 
only red can be red, almost without breathing, she told me that she loved me 
(something I already knew from the morning, but I didn't metion it), and 
when I smiled she picked me up and kissed me - a real kiss this time.
When you are so big and strong like Sandy, and your lover is so small and 
light as me (from HER point of view), it's easier for you to pick him up and 
do whatever you want to do (kissing, talking, just looking in the eyes) than 
bending over or speaking loudly so your voice can reach his ears. That's 
why, while I was with Sandy and nobody was around, I spent most of my time 
in her arms. I was so light she could run a marathon with me on her back - 
and finish it less tired than many other runners.
Anyway, after kissing each other for a long time, she put me down and I
started caressing and kissing her body - all of it, a task which could take 
days to complete. After a while she had to lie down, because my mouth could 
only reach the bottom of her tits. Did I mention them?
They were huge, a lot bigger than any other I've seen (except in a few 
enhanced photos on the web :-). You can say that a woman so large and with 
so much body fat as her must have big breasts as a rule, but they were huge
even considering all of this. The palm of my hand couldn't cover all of her
areola, and both of my hands were not enough to hold one of them.
We stood in front of a mirror (a very large one), and she held me up from
behind with my head between her tits, while I was pushing them together. As 
a result, my head was completely buried (I could see no more), and she 
described the scene as holding a headless man.
She liked to use them to hit my face, turning rapidly from side to side. 
Sometimes I could stand it for a few hits, but usually just a single one was 
enough to throw me to the floor.
I really enjoyed her physical superiority in everything, and she enjooyed it 
as much as me, if not even more.
Another thing we both loved to do was she sucking in her belly as much as 
she could, so that I could embrace her completely and lock my hands, and
then releasing it, or pushing it outside with force. I could hold my hands 
locked a couple times when she only released the belly (I felt as I was the 
one being squeezed), but when she pushed I was always blown away.
We didn't have much sex. After all, she was still so young, and we both 
preferred petting each other by a great deal. And, as I already said, SHE 
wanted to "doll" me. Never had any problems at it.

One day I wanted to feel her full weight. It was enough to crush me, so we 
had to be very careful. I lied down on a soft bed, and she was over me on 
all fours (creating four DEEP holes around me). Then she started lowering
herself on me, very slowly. I still can't believe it, but I could stand it. 
I was completely buried in the bed (probably I wasn't visible from the 
outside), her body covering me completely, and couldn't breath, but I made 
it. Only for a few seconds, but I made it. Now I can say I can stand her 
weight. Someday I want to try making her sit on my lap. A day not near.
I'm really sorry I'm not strong enough to lift her off the floor. I tried 
making her step on my scale (nearly destroying it, it only went to 280 lbs) 
and then grabbing her legs and lifting as much as I could. She remained off 
scale. I'm sorry because I love being lifted and carried, and I suppose she 
would like it too. She's giving me so much fun and happiness, and I know 
I'll never able to pay her back the same way. I can love her, care for her, 
but she'll never be my doll.

Four weeks passed as a few seconds, and she had to go back home. Now I'm 
alone here, waiting for her to talk with her parents and coming back, living 
with me. Can't wait to be in her arms again... and this time for life!