Walking
next to Camille was surreal. Her skin was the most gorgeous
hint-of-caramel, smooth as any he’d ever seen, and all he was
seeing at this vantage point was the massive expanse stretched right
over the sweeping muscles of her thighs and calves. Her knee was
chest high, verging on throat high. Hips two feet above him at their
widest. Waist completely out of reach, he doubted he could reach it
standing on a chair. Her face was just... way up there.
Theo
was not the only short guy walking around the Atlasian village, but
he was the only one walking around with Camille Guillaume. That
seemed to draw some attention.
She
seemed to be asking for it that day. She called out to a couple
sitting under a tree in the park. They eagerly waved back. The guy
was sitting in his girlfriend’s lap. He was pretty sure the guy was Atlasian, which would have made him an eight footer.
Camille was walking particularly slow, so he didn't have to hurry his stride.
Her knees were chest level to him in her thin sandals. He could see
every muscle working under the skin of her diamond shaped calves.
They seemed to be as big as he was, all by themselves. He fought the
strong urge to reach out and touch them.
It
was about three blocks, big blocks, to the downtown area, and it
seemed almost everyone knew Camille though it was obvious she didn't
really know them.
“Cam!”
one guy said, running over. Camille waved politely, and he reminded
her he was “Frank, from Psych 350?"
Camille
looked down at him. “Yeah,” she said. She didn’t say it with
conviction.
"We talked at the concert last
night.” He was a head taller than Luc, over two feet taller than
Theo, and muscle bound. He was still just below waist high to
Camille, tops. “There's
a real tight local band, Fountaineer, gonna play at The Shine
Saturday?”
“Yeah,
I heard about that. I was excited but my roomie’s coming my back in
a couple of days. I gotta see what she's up for... but If we go, I'll
definitely come find you.”
“Yeah,
do that. We’ll buy you guys a drink.”
“I’ll
hold you to that, and I don't drink the cheap stuff,” she said.
“Great,”
the guy said, and started to step around her, started to accelerate,
and almost directly into, or over, Theo. It happened fast. Theo was
expecting him to go one way, and his momentum was going to put him
directly in the giant’s path. Guy had to weigh close to half a ton.
Camille’s
right hand came out, her palm against Frank’s chest, slowing him
with enough force Theo heard him grunt as the air left his lungs.
That
was the first time Frank actually looked down, and saw Theo.
“Careful,
Frank!” Camille said.
“Oh,”
Frank said with surprise. Then he said, “Oh,” again, this time
with disappointment.
“This
is our roommate, Theo. Any of you guys runs him over, me and Roxanne
both gonna be pissed.” She said it with a smile and a chuckle, but
she didn't sound like she was joking.
The
way Frank apologized, he didn't think so either. Before yesterday, he
would have been by far the biggest human being Theo had ever seen. He
was cowed by Camille. Theo was pretty sure she could have put him on
the ground with the one hand.
Theo
resolved to never be late with his share of the bills.
After
Frank hurried off, Camille turned to Theo. She reached down to take
Theo’s hand. “I want you to touch me more.”
Theo’s
eyebrows went way up.
She
squatted low, at least low for her. She was about Frank's height at
that point, which put her at about eight and a half feet.
Wow.
She
put his hand against the warm, supple skin of her thigh. “I know
you people are prudes, right, but when you're walking next to me? Just put
your hand on my thigh whenever.” She patted his hand against her
thigh a few times. “ If you need to get my attention, or just to
make sure I know exactly where you are so I don’t knock you over.
Okay?”
She
stood, and Theo kept his hand there as long as he could. The thigh
rose until the spot he was touching slipped above his reach.
Just...
Damn. She was so enormous.
They
got a table outside, where it was nearly empty. As he figured, the
tables were high. He'd been alarmed when Camille asked for a booster
seat, but it was very much necessary. Luckily it fit under the table,
instead of having a tray in the front like a toddler. Still felt
wrong.
He
looked up at her. It was not a bad seat from his position. He was
always having to back up, or at some strange angle. Finally he got to
see the girl he saw on the online photo, and... wow.
Her
skin was golden brown, her blonde hair tied back. She was made up,
but casual. Full lips and exotic Asian features. Stunning, and bigger
than life. Full, firm breasts that jiggled just enough that he
couldn't not notice every she made a slight move.
Camille
said, “You're staring at my tits?”
He
was embarrassed. Theo was glad his skin was dark and didn't blush
easily. He could feel it in his ears. But she seemed more idly
curious than angry. He said, “You kind of take up a lot of my field
of view in general.” She cocked her head sardonically. “Okay,
yeah, I mean. I'm a straight college guy and they're twice the size
of my head. What am I gonna do?”
“Hey,
guys like boobs, I can dig it. Even most girls kinda do, at least a
little. They're fun. I actually always felt I was on the smallish
side, but probably not to you, huh?”
“Definitely
not to me.”
“Great.
A boob man,” she mumbled. “That could present a problem.”
“I
didn't mean disrespect here, I mean obviously...”
“No,
it's fine, you can check out my boobs. I'm not shy.” She looked
down at her breasts, cupped them in her shirt. Full round slopes
formed and pushed up toward her collarbone. “Small, but I sure like
‘em.”
Small,
she said. To Theo, he judged them as more than a handful. And her
hands took an awful lot to fill. He realized he was staring again. So
did she.
“Hey...”
she said, like she was just starting a thought.
She
took her right hand off her right breast, let it fall. Theo watched
it bounce. And bounce, and bounce. She leaned forward, still holding
up the left one. Her right hand held straight and vertical, she
stretched it all the way across a table that could have held Theo first car with
room to spare. He had a moment where his body started to react again
at the sight of this apex predator reaching for him. He resisted.
She
touched the side of her hand solemnly to his left shoulder then to his right. As if she
were knighting him. She pulled the hand back and released her other
breast.
“You
now have... PERMISSION...” she emphasized the last word, “to
stare at my tits.” She waved a finger at him. “These rights are
non transferable, and do not include touching... unless otherwise
notified. Gonna be honest here, Theo, it's just easier for me if I
can let the girls breathe when I walk around the apartment
sometimes.”
“I
certainly have no objections.” Theo said. Then he changed his tone
to something more serious. “I hope you're not mad at Gen, I really
was curious.”
Camille
smiled. “You're brave. I like how you're standing up for my sister.
You're full of shit, though.”
Theo
sighed. “So why'd you want to come here?”
“I
needed to talk to you alone... so I can set expectations, maybe we
can even get some basic ground rules.”
This was important, Theo thought. He tried to think if he had any rules of his own. “Sure,
like what?”
“I
want you to lean on us. Me and Roxanne, even Gen when she's around.
Because big girls can get aggressive when they want. And you are not
going to be able to put up a fight. You’re just not. Not even with
weapons.
Theo bit back his ego, because near as he could tell, she was right.
"Me, Roxanne, we’re all like your big sisters...”
Sisters,
she said, with those boobs still looking back at him. Again, Theo’s
impulse was to protest. But he held back.
“...even though I think we're all younger than you. But the point is, if anyone screws with you, we’re
the ones to handle it. If you ever feel unsafe or unsure, call one of
us. I promise I'm here to keep you safe, we won't hurt you.”
“Okay,”
Theo said, still struggling with the idea of calling his hot female roommates
for safety. “Well, thanks.”
“My...
one caveat... is this. My sixteen year old sister has a crush on you.
If you take advantage of that, the deal is off and I will... most
definitely... hurt you.”
Theo’s
heart skipped three beats and his eyes went wide. “Of course not!”
“I
want you to try to be on your toes with all these girls here. And the
occasional guy. They can be dangerous to you. But I don't want you to
ever, ever be afraid of me or Roxanne, Theo. Unless you touch Gen,
then, yes, you should be absolutely terrified. I don’t even want to
think of how badly I’d...”
A
cold shiver went up Theo’s spine and back down. His mouth worked
for a long moment without sound. “I.. I-I j-just turned twenty-one.
I-I don't have interest in high school girls.” He sounded like he
was pleading.
“Great!
Then we're good,” She smiled, flippantly. She took a sip of her
coffee, and made a face. She reached for the sugar. “I just didn't
want any misunderstanding. I feel like to you, Gen might not look
that young. Since grown earth women are built pre-pubescent to me.”
Theo
thought it might be a joke, and flashed a smile.
“Yeah,
I had this run-in with a girl as a teenager. I was thirteen,
developed this huge crush on my friend’s sister. Thought she was
our age, found out she was like still nine. It was crazy. She was so
tall for a nine-year-old.”
Camille
turned her head a little, furrowed her brow. Eyeing him from the
side. He realized he was not helping his case.
“No,
it was the age where girls were taller and she was too, so I
assumed... I just... I was really embarrassed and I refused to talk
to her the rest of the summer. My point is that I really have a thing
about not dating girls who seem young.”
“Yeah.”
Camille was still eyeing Theo with real concern. “So obviously, Gen
could overpower you, physically. Girls are crazy at that age so I
can't say definitively that won't happen. I'm going to trust a
twenty-one year old to figure a way out of it. Right? That's fair I
think.”
He
sat up straight, and said as clearly as he was able, “Listen,
Camille, I'm not going to try to hook up with any teenage girls.”
He jabbed the table for emphasis.
“I’m
really only concerned bout the one. So... don't be jumpy. Bang anyone
else you want. Just not Gen. Or her twin brother if he ever comes
here. Don't want to seem sexist.”
Theo
realized he was a little out of breath. The server, a bald black man
at a mere seven feet tall, dropped off glasses of water, two
different sizes. Theo gulped half of his down.
“Yeah
well. I can promise you I'm equally interested in your younger
brother and sister...”
Camille
tossed her spoon into her cup of coffee, shaking her head. “Theo...”
“That
means zero, okay? Zero.” He was babbling. And trying to be funny,
which only made for more babbling.
“Okay.
In fairness I’d probably be saying this if she was eighteen. She’s
still my little sister.”
He
had to regain his cool. “She has a twin?”
Camille
sighed. “Gaspard and Genevieve. That’s why she’s visiting. They
needed some time apart.” She laughed now, and brushed her blonde
hair back. “There really can't be anything worse then being the
male half of an Atlasian set of Twins.”
Theo
wasn't sure what she meant.“Because she's bigger?” Surely their
cultural norms accounted for that.
“Actually,
he’s bigger, until the age of, like, fifteen. Until a girl gets her
first growth spurt, we’re just like girls on earth. Guys are a lot
bigger, stronger. And, they're dicks. Gaspard and Genevieve are
extremely close, but they fight and compete and argue like crazy. And
Gaspard always won. Atlasian guys are terrible at that age. But
that's nothing compared to how bad girls get once they get through
hat first growth spurt. When he hit two meters, Gen was only about
one sixty. When he was two thirty, she was two oh five. But by the
time he hits two forty five, fifteen more centis? By that time, Gen’s
closing in on three hundred, her muscle structure levels up, and
she’s just getting started. That’s how the cycle is. Just like
that, he’ll never compete with her again on any physical level.
He’s at an impossible disadvantage that will get bigger every
single day for ten years. And she is SO physically aggressive with
him.
“8How
aggressive? She hits him?”
“She
doesn't have to. He can't push back. Can't move her, can't outrun
her. He's not even the sharp twin. But yeah, I think she gets rough
some way.”
Theo
stared at Camille blankly. “That's so disappointing. Doesn't seem
like her.”
“Remember
when she was holding you in the air and you wanted to be put down?”
Theo
nodded. He remembered it. It was maybe half a minute she had him in
the air over her. He felt completely helpless, and probably was.
Then, an inch from the ground, she stopped until he gave an
acknowledgment, that it was up to her, not up to him. That might
drive a guy mad every day. Especially knowing it's not stopping,
because she was tied to him for life. And she was only going to get
bigger. And bigger. And bigger some more.
Ten
years of explosive growth, and the poor guy was only a year in with
Gen. And even the towering creature in front of him was only halfway
through.
“Twins
are a weird dynamic,” Camille said. “Volatile. Now, she’s also
crazy overprotective of him, which makes me happy. Girls at school
can't get within ten feet of him without Gen in their face. Even
Roxanne, after she got her growth spurt. Obviously, Gaspard doesn't
appreciate that as much as I do. But hey, I know he's safe when she's
around.”
Theo
said, “Well, if she's as protective as you are, he’ll live
forever. Likely with his virginity intact.”
Camille
laughed. “Yeah, well, maybe I deserved that.”
The
server returned, with the food. Camille had incorporated his order
into hers, which made sense. He wanted a couple of eggs, couple of
sausages and toast. She ordered ten pounds of eggs, eight pounds of
sausage, two loaves of toast, and to his delight, a gallon of grits.
Theo
was thinking about the twin brother. Theo didn't have a sister
himself. He had a bigger cousin, he loved him but fought with a lot
when he was a kid. Those fights sucked. But God love him, Rennie
wasn't too bright.
Theo
said to Camille, “So Gaspard can't fight back, can't push her off
him, can't outrun her.”
She
shook her head. “No, those days are gone for good.”
“You
know what works, you point the other direction.” Theo pointed over
Camille’s shoulder. He widened his eyes. “Then you say ‘behind
you!’ And when they look, you run.”
Camille
regarded him calmly. She looked over her shoulder, then back at Theo.
“I don't think that would work.”
Theo
said, “It works. The first time, anyway.”
Camille ignored that. She said, "Let
me ask one of those stupid getting-to-know-you questions.”
“Shoot,”
Theo said.
“How
much do you weigh?”
He
chuckled. Once again, it was that feeling that his answer was going
to embarrass him. “One sixty-five,” Theo said.
“Kilos?”
She asked.
He
shook his head head. “Pounds. That's seventy seven kilos.”
She
only said, “Hunh.” Like his answer was intriguing. But there was
a twinkle in her eye.
“Just
say it. Whatever you’re thinking.”
He
saw the smirk come to the surface, as Camille’s brow furrowed.
“It's just that... there's a bar down the street, serves a seventy
five kilo steak.” She looked at him waiting for a response, nodding
her head as Theo searched for something to say.
Camille
continued, “If you can eat it in one sitting, your meal is free.”
“Well.
That's a bit disturbing.”
“Yeah,
that’s why I didn't just say it.”
“Thanks,”
Theo said. “So, Cami...”
Camille
paused with her fork holding a half pound of pork over her plate. Her
eyes slowly tracked up to Theo’s face.
“I-
I mean, Camille,” he corrected. It frustrated him how easily she
could intimidate him at her size. “How much do you weigh?”
“Okay,
well...” she paused.
“Is
that something I can't ask a woman still?”
“Why
not? Shit, you earthers got so many hang ups. No, I was worried you
don't want to know. When you guys estimate it, you way, way
undershoot it. Then you freak when you hear it.”
“Okay,
that only makes me want to hear it more.”
She
laughed again. “Oh my God, you really are cute. Seriously, be
careful of strange big girls. You kind of worry me.”
It
was a real compliment coming from this gorgeous woman, and it felt
really good. For a moment, he forgot he was sitting in a booster seat
and still having to look up to make eye contact.
“I
notice you didn't tell me your weight though.”
She
winced. “And you’re sharp, too.” She grabbed her huge spoon,
picking up a huge mound of eggs. “In pounds. Two thousand six
hundred.”
Theo
blinked. He wasn't gonna freak. No reason to freak. He blinked again.
“You weigh two thousand, six hundred pounds.”
She
said, “Two thousand, six hundred and twenty one pounds.” She
nodded, and stuffed the pile of eggs in her mouth. She seemed to
think about it as she chewed. She swallowed loudly. “Two thousand
six hundred twenty one and a half.” Theo was still searching for
something to say. She loaded up a fork with a mound of sausage bigger
than his fist, and wolfed it down. “Two thousand, six hundred and
twenty THREE.”
Theo
offered to get the check, but Camille refused him decisively. “We
are the most expensive creatures in the galaxy. And we know it. You
saw how much I ate. Like half your body weight. You're really sweet,
but you're biting off more than you can chew.”
He
figured that was true. The cost of the specialized dorm, any
transportation, cooling costs, all of that on top of the food required
to fuel someone fifteen times his weight.
Well
over a literal ton, Camille weighed. The thought occurred to Theo
that the combined weight of those boobs she thought were small was probably like forty or fifty pounds.
All that mass took a lot of resources, and a lot of maintenance.