My Bath

Now, I don’t do it every day. I want to make that perfectly clear. Two or three times a month at most. It’s a bit of a luxury and always a good time. I suppose I should tell you a little about my world and myself to give you some context first. I’m what many of you call a “giga giantess”. I understand that to you we’re just imaginary beings that you write stories and create images of. In my world, however, “gigas” are quite common. We live and work alongside what you would consider normal sized folk. You might think that would cause a lot of accidents and mass deaths. Some of your stories seem to indicate that, anyway. That may be true in some places out there in the Cluster, but to me it sounds absolutely terrible. If you’re the kind of reader who doesn’t care for micros surviving their encounters with bigger folks this might not be very interesting to you.

     Anyway let me tell you about what I did earlier this week and what I decided to write to you about. This program’s title is a little misleading by the way. I’m definitely going to write a bit more than would fit on a standard postcard.

     So, where was I? Oh, right, well my name is Melissa; just an ordinary young woman who happens to be over fifteen hundred of your feet tall, and I’m going to tell you about the bath I took just the other evening.

     It was the beginning of the weekend after a long week at work. I felt like I could use a special relaxing treat, and decided on a bath. Going to my bathroom, I shed my clothes as I walked through my equally “giga” sized home. By the time I stood next to the tub, I was completely naked. I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I’ll admit I’m certainly no supermodel, but I thought I looked pretty good. Smooth pale skin, medium length brown hair with a slight wave, and little apple sized breasts, “giga” apple sized anyway. My nipples were already a bit stiff just from thinking about my plans for relaxation.

     I stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. After a brief shower to get some of the day’s grime off, I turned the knob to stop it. I stepped back out to towel myself dry, and then stepped back into the tub and sat down. I plugged up the drain with the stopper, and fiddled with the little lever next to the faucet until it was in the correct position for what I wanted. I took a moment to savor the anticipation. Then I twisted the knob and leaned back into my bath pillow. They began flowing out of the faucet onto the floor of the tub, amassing between my two tired feet.

     Dozens of tiny little people, maybe a quarter of an inch long, plummeted out of the faucet into the tub. The fall left them unharmed, and as more and more poured in from above, those already in the tub made room by scrambling around toward my various body parts. That’s when I made my first move.

     I took one of my poor tired tender feet and put it right under the faucet, right in the middle of the stream of tiny people. They flowed down rolling off my foot and through my toes much like water or sand. I found it very refreshing and pleasantly tickly. I scrunched and wiggled my toes squeezing and mashing whoever was between them. This didn’t harm the tiny people of course, in fact I’m sure they found it quite thrilled and enjoyed every moment at the mercy of my five little piggies.

     The ones who’d made it past my foot and down into the tub were quickly crawling and running over my other foot which was also quite nice. They generally moved so as to fill up as much space in the tub as they could, just as water would in a regular bath. Running around my body and under it, they made every effort, so that eventually I would be literally bathing in them.

     I removed my foot from the stream of tiny people and put it back down in the tub, squishing numerous tinies under it as I did so. They squirmed and writhed under my foot very pleasantly. I could tell that they were all enjoying this as much as I was. There were tiny men and women with every skin color and body type represented among them. All of them were as naked as I was. As they filled out the entire bottom surface of the tub, their little bodies were all around my singular large body, moving and rubbing against it. That felt very nice, so I decided to indulge them, and myself. I dipped a hand in and scooped some up. Bringing them up to eye level, I saw dozens of them. To a person they were all smiling and obviously having the time of their lives. I took a moment to appreciate their perfectly formed little bodies, all the tiny boobs and penises and butts. Most of the little cocks were quite erect, and I’m sure that if I could have fit a finger into any of the women, I’d have found them quite wet and randy. I was starting to get quite wet and randy myself, but I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I wanted to play more first. I took my little handful right up to my mouth and tipped them right in. It feels marvelous having a bunch of little ones in your mouth. They taste delicious, and they tickle so delightfully. I mashed them around with my tongue against the roof of my mouth and moved it back and forth squeezing them. I felt quite a few of my male morsels squirt their loads in the process, and I’m sure the ladies had a good time as well. I chewed them a few times for good measure, so fun to feel their little bodies resist all my body’s attempts to crush and destroy them. After I’d had my fun I swallowed them all down and slouched back to enjoy my rapidly filling tub of tinies.

     I didn’t move a muscle for some time. I just lay there in the tub, luxuriating in the unique sensation of thousands of tiny little people pouring down between my feet, between my toes, building up into a mass rising and spreading around and over my body. I gazed down at them smiling. Many of them were enjoying themselves, cuddling against each other’s naked bodies, enjoying each other as much as they were enjoying me, eventually building into a mass of tiny little sex acts going on all around and on and against my body. It was all completely consensual of course, that’s what these little folks volunteer for. They get super turned on being on and around my gargantuan body, and I get super turned on having them on me. It turns me on so much, just the thought of being completely engulfed in their hundreds of individual and group sex acts. I see little couples climbing up over my breasts and proceed to get on with fucking and sucking each other off. I can even feel a few little stands of men’s semen, a dab here and there of women’s juices. Within myself my own juices are building up. It’s a hundreds of little sexy tickles if you can imagine that. Now that everything up to my stomach and breasts was engulfed in the little darlings, I raised one foot up through them. I move my foot up to the faucet controls. Using toes made dexterous by all my play with tiny people, I worked the little lever, turned the knob, and the flow of little people trickled to a stop. Don‘t feel bad for the ones that didn’t get to play with me. They will be shunted off to be the water, or food, or toys for some other giantess or giant somewhere in the multi-verse.

     I sunk my foot back down amidst the thousands filling my tub, lay back, and relaxed. I always love taking some time to just enjoy my comparative size, and of course that unique blissful sensation I mentioned of so many tiny little bodies all around. It tickles so nice.

I lifted my cupped hands out of the people and saw the little ones in the palm of my hand. They looked down into my eyes, many of them waving and cheering. I held them over my stomach, and spread my fingers ever so slowly, letting them trickle down onto my tummy just a few at a time, until they’ve all landed on me, safe and sound, and rubbing themselves against my soft, to them, immense tummy and belly button. I grabbed some more in my hands, and repeated, this time sprinkling them around my boobs, making sure that a good amount landed on and around my hard bumpy nipples. It feels so ridiculously nice. If you’ve never felt a hundred little people all rubbing, licking, and humping your nipples, I highly recommend it. I loved the feeling so much; I brought my hands down and helped them. Cupping my, admittedly, little apple sized breasts, giant apples anyway, I joined my little friends stroking, pinching, and flicking my nipples. Little ones often got between my fingers and my nips, and I welcomed it, as did they. It brought back a wonderful memory; a lover of my own size, who remembers what sex or gender, licking and sucking tinies off of my aroused nipples and myself returning the favor. I found myself wishing I could get my own breast up to my mouth and slurp up a few of my little lovers sending them down my throat to join the ones already in my stomach. That thought sent me into a fantasy of what they must be doing down in there in my warm, moist, safe depths. A few little folks have sent me videos later on of the orgies that go on down in my stomach. I have to say I get a little jealous of all the fun they have sometimes.

     Between thoughts of tiny little orgies, the beautiful feeling on my nipples, and thoughts of past lovers, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I took one of my hands, thrust it down through the crowds and up through my labia. After a quick check with my finger, determining that I was a very wet slimy woman indeed, I used my hand to sweep as many tiny people as I could onto my vulva. If the feeling of tinies on an aroused nipple is delicious, the feeling of them on and in a wet aroused vulva is heavenly. Indeed, as I mashed them into my vagina, around my labia, and right up against my clitoris, I lost all semblance of restraint. I grunted and moaned my lust, as I mercilessly rubbed as many little people as I could into myself, knowing all the time that they wouldn’t be harmed however hard I was on them. I took my other hand off of my breast and grabbed the nice smooth deep purple dildo I always have sitting at the corner of the bathtub rim. With no pause, I brought my toy down to my pussy, now jam packed with lustful little lovers, and rammed it into myself.

     Oh, that feeling of penetration as hundreds of littles are pushed within your depths, smeared, as it were. I worked my dildo in and out of myself along with whichever lucky passengers happened to be stuck to it with my juices. With my other hand I resumed rubbing and stroking my highly aroused clit. With all the little people stuck to it, it was almost unnecessary for me to do any work myself. A flood of pleasure and I was moaning, growling, thrashing myself about, allowing the orgasm to explode out of me. I dropped the dildo into the tub, and quickly flipped myself over and leaned down, squishing whatever little people might be underneath with my breasts. I rubbed them around on top of the people grinding and squishing as hard as pleased me. I looked one woman dead in the eyes as she looked into mine. She had a little male lover going to town eating her out, and as my eyes met hers I could tell it triggered her orgasm as she clamped her thighs around his head and held it there on her ladyhood with both hands. I felt so honored that I was able to share that moment of absolute pleasure with her.

     I raised myself up until I was crouching on my knees. I grabbed masses of people in my hands, as many as I could hold, and unceremoniously ground them against my vulva. They had done an excellent job pleasing me, and I wanted to reward them by letting as many as possible get as close to me, as intimate with me, as possible. I do my best to be fair with them. With all the stimulation, I came, grunting and moaning a couple more times, my breath fast and ragged. I was spent.

     I stood up, turned to face the faucet, and bent over. Sadly, I had to be up early the next day, or I might have luxuriated with my little love bugs for a few hours. I pulled the stopper and wished everyone farewell. The masses waved and shouted their farewells, as the lined up to jump down the drain, and get whisked back to their various home-worlds and dimensions. I checked myself thoroughly as I could to make sure no one was stuck up in my vagina, or any other crevices. Confident I didn’t have any stowaways, I stepped out of the tub. I could still feel the pleasant warmth of the tiny people in my stomach. They would stay there overnight, and in the morning I would poop them out into the tub.(My people pass little folks through our systems without any damage to them, and without also pooping any kind of waste or other unpleasant biological matter, don’t ask me how the science works, I’m a just a public safety officer.) Then they too would go down the drain to their homes.

    Well that’s how a “giga” giantess of my kind and disposition has a bit of fun in the bath. I hope you find this informative, or at least stimulating.

                                      Best wishes, Melissa

Crushed in Time

Here’s a quick story from my life in my home dimension. I hope that you poor folks who live in dimensions and worlds without giant and tiny people will get some enjoyment out of it.

I was just driving home from work, taking my usual route through the city. Soon I would hit the freeway, and be at my apartment complex out in the ‘burbs in less than thirty minutes. It was a bright sunny spring afternoon, and the smell of fresh cut grass pervaded the air on the side streets I took as a short cut to the on ramp. I turned left onto a major thoroughfare, then went straight ahead. In a stroke of luck, I just made the green light at the next intersection. I just put my foot to the gas pedal when I heard screeching tires and someone started to scream off in the distance.

     Then the sky came down on top of us all. Before I could even react, the roof of my car collapsed almost instantly down around my body, driving me down into the seat. Though the metal and the force behind it came down directly onto my body, should have crushed my skull instantly in fact, I felt no pain, no injury, only immense pressure squishing down on me from above. It was a very pleasant somewhat familiar feeling, in fact. I was in total darkness, total silence. The only clue to what had happened was a distinctive smell.

     Tickling my nose was a light slightly musky, slightly salty scent that I recognized very well, as would almost any person my size on my world. It was smell of a giant’s foot. Many believe that you can tell the difference between a male or female giant this way. That a giant man’s foot has a heavier funkier smell and a giant woman’s a lighter more airy smell. I can tell you that it’s all a lot of nonsense. Any difference in smell is down to the individual, as well as what kind of hygiene products they use.

     Like most of the smaller people on my world, I find giant folks very attractive and playing with them is one of the great pleasures of our existence. I know most of them feel the same way about us. As a result this situation, being just a speck beneath some gigantic person’s foot was a very stimulating experience. If only the twisted metal of my wrecked car wasn’t in the way I would have immediately begun caressing and worshiping the sizable sole the spread for hundreds of thousands of square feet around me. Kissing, caressing, and probably even humping it with great pleasure. As it stood I could only sit stuck there with a stiff annoying hard-on I couldn’t do anything with.

Just as I noticed my arousal, the weight lifted. Light flooded back into my world. A safety crew was at my side in moments cutting me loose from the debris. Once I was reasonably free they helped me step out of the wreckage.

“You alright?” A shortish woman in a bright orange safety vest and hardhat asked me.

     “Sure, just a totaled vehicle.” I reassured her.

     “Alright, just hang tight and we’ll get you a claims form for the car and any other valuable possessions that may have been in it.”

     “What exactly happened?” I asked.

     “That tanker trailer had an accident, and started to jackknife. Luckily Officer Taylor caught what was going on in time, and stopped the situation.” She pointed upward and I followed her finger, gazing up far above the rooftops, and even our tallest skyscrapers, at the more than a mile tall fit peach skinned giantess with light brown hair tied back in a professional bun. She wore a uniform similar to that of the rest of the safety crew, except for her feet, which were bare. I actually found her quite pretty with an interesting slightly beaky nose and friendly eyes. She looked down at me, surely seeing me clearly with the enhanced vision her kind possess. I waved and gestured thank you in sign language.

     “Don’t mention it,” she signed back.

     “There must be some way I can repay you.” I signed.

     “Tell you what, you’re kind of cute. How about a date this weekend? Saturday night?”

     “Sounds good,” I signed.

     “Cool. Well I have to get back to work. Potential fatal accidents aren’t going to squish themselves.” With that she blew me a kiss more than two hundred feet wide.

     She turned away to get back to her duty, scanning the cityscape for potential trouble, if there was any, she would safely smash it flat using her protective aura to keep everybody safe and alive. I looked around. Other men and women were being extracted from their vehicle. Some looked at me knowing that it was specifically my life being threatened that had resulted in everybody getting an enjoyable squishing. A few of them had clear jealousy in their eyes over the date I had just scored with our giantess protector. The tanker sat on the asphalt just a dozen yards from my vehicle looking very much like a soda can that had been stomped flat.

     The driver of the tanker approached me. He was a broad shouldered white man with slightly shaggy red hair wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses. “I’m so sorry. There was some sort of problem with my brakes. I really thought we were both goners.”

     “Sure, I accept, besides thanks to your brake problem, I’ve got a date this weekend. It’s no biggie.”

     “Cool. I should probably try and make it up to these other folks too.”

     “Tell you what, when I go out with Officer Taylor, I could see if she would be interested in having some fun with the rest of the people who got their vehicles smashed today.”

     “You think she’d go for it?”

     “They like playing with us as much as we like playing with them. I’ve yet to meet a giant or giantess who’d turn down a chance to have masses of us little folk running around, and on, and in them.”

     As I spoke a long deep shadow fell over me.

     “Dude,” the trucker said, “I think she wants you attention.”

     I looked back up at my mile high savior. She wore a bashful grin and quickly signed down at me.

     “Hey, I forgot to get your name.”

     “Oh, right, I’m Anik Dumas.”

     “I’m Max Taylor, see you Saturday on our big date, well, your big date anyway.” She grinned more widely and confidently at her wordplay, gave me a little, for her, wave goodbye, and went back to her work.

     I looked at my completely scrapped car. I thought I could almost make out the lines and furrows of the lovely foot that had crushed it into slag to save its owner’s life. I thought of that same level of force being applied directly onto my entire body. It seemed like a fair trade.

Hi readers out there in the Greater Omniverse. My name is Sidney. I’m an average, relatively tall, for my size category, young black woman living what I would consider the fairly normal average life of a young attractive single professional woman in my world. Like lots of young people though I do enjoy some recreation on my days off, and that’s what I’m going to be telling you about.

I emerged from the portal gate onto a huge wooden platform of some sort. The grain of the wood made it look as though it must have been built from massive trees, redwoods and sequoias perhaps. I was as naked as I had been when I had entered the portal on the other end, as were dozens and dozens of other women who stood around chatting and otherwise killing time as if waiting for something. There were a number of other dark skinned ladies such as myself, but also many white women and East and South Asian looking women. Really, the whole spectrum of natural human skin colors was well represented. We were also in many different shapes and sizes. Tall, fat, short, skinny, all were apparently welcome at this gathering. Looking around, what I couldn’t see was a single male. I was a little disappointed to be honest, I usually prefer these sorts of experiences to be a co-ed affair, though all girls could be fun in its own way too. I joined in the group as more women came though the portal gate behind me.

     “Alright ladies,” a voice came down from on high.

     I looked up and saw its source, a handsome man’s face as dark as my own. His eyes were a beautiful almost amber brown. They set might heart thumping away, anticipating the fun of having this enormous cutie play with me and the now hundreds of other women milling about on his nightstand. His hair was expertly carved into a neat high top fade. I understand that in many other worlds this is a style of decades past, but in ours it is currently the height of male fashion. His face was smooth without a hint of stubble. I hadn’t played with him before, but just looking at him I had a serious urge to add him onto my preferred partner’s list when I got home.

     “Did you all make it through comfortable?”

     We all nodded in agreement. Even though he appeared miles tall compared to us, he was obviously using macro-acoustic adjustment technology to render his speech understandable to us little folks. One time I played with a young giant who didn’t have things set up right. He accidentally blew us all off the table just trying to say hello to us, then had to spend about a half hour gathering us all back up as he apologized, not that we could understand his speech without the translators, but the sentiment was obvious. We little folks tried not to make him feel too embarrassed, and by the end of the night we’d all had a good time getting squished and munched and bring inserted into various places.

     Our current playmate, however, knew exactly what he was doing. He bent over holding something just beneath the edge of the table and encouraged us all to get into it. Coming up to the edge, I looked down. My heart started dancing with joy as I saw what was waiting for me. It was a still rolled condom. I gleefully jumped down plummeting through space with my fellow ladies. As I hit the latex safely, I rolled to the side and crawled over to find a space at the ring of the condom, which from our perspective was like a tall rubbery castle wall. When we were all contained within it, our host, ever so carefully lay down, placing the condom, and us within it onto his flat dark stomach.

     We watched as, seemingly thousands of feet away, and enormous hand stroked a great big dick. To my eyes the giant veins and wrinkles were exquisitely carved. I couldn’t wait to get squished up against that enormous cock. As he stroked it got bigger and harder until it stood like a glorious tower. He took the condom in hand and, again ever so carefully, moved it down and over his cock. We could see down the enormous urethra that sat underneath us like a great deep well in his beautiful cock head. Some of the luckier ladies would probably get shoved right down into that gargantuan well. An enviable position to be sure. My nipples grew stiff with arousal, and I couldn’t help playing around a little with my pussy lips and clit anticipating what would come next. Neither could many of the other ladies, and soon we broke out into a little group masturbation party, as turned on as we all were by the situation.

     That’s when he flipped the condom over. Special gripping static in the material kept most of us from falling, a few still did though. I could see about a dozen women plummeting down toward his big brown cock. I imagine it was quite a thrill. Then he lowered the condom and began rolling it down over his cock. Within seconds myself, and all the other women found ourselves squeezed tight between a wall of latex and the flesh of a cock hundreds of feet long. I was in a good position with my face and front smashed right into the musky cock flesh. The skin was soft and cushy in its way, but with solid swollen tissue underneath. It was like a steel fist in a velvet glove. I managed to reach one hand down to my clitoris and started rubbing with the rhythm I enjoyed the most. Other women were doing the same. I couldn’t see them from my position of course, but I could hear soft feminine moaning surrounding me just like the aura of protection that kept us from all becoming blood smears.

     Apparently our host felt the same as we did, because those gigantic fingers clenched around us rubbing up and down against the turgid cock, and against our pretty little bodies. I felt the solid squishing against my back and along with my own self pleasuring, had a very satisfying orgasm with the ragged vocalizations and everything. Our host wasn’t done of course. He stroked and stroked, rhythmically squishing all us little ladies into his delicious warm skin over and over. This virtual steamrolling got faster and faster. Before long I felt a telltale twitch through the flesh I was pressed up against.

     All the other women started shouting and cheering. There was a booming “Spletch!” throughout the condom. Our host had ejaculated. I waited with great anticipation, and was rewarded as soon, the musky sweet salty goo started to dribble down over my body. I luxuriated in it, loving the feel of that mess surrounding me, becoming my entire existence. I writhed against the giant cock, rubbing and humping with abandon as the pheromones and energies in the cum affected me. It started getting into my mouth and nose. Without hesitation I inhaled it into my being. As the creamy semen got into my lungs and stomach, I felt like I was drowning in bliss. I took handfuls of the goo, and rubbed it vigorously into my labia, my clit, and up into my pussy. Slathering it over my aroused sex felt so good, so fulfilling. I thought that the waves of pleasure from without and within would never end. My mind went blank as everything dissolved into warm sticky deliciousness.

     I came to as my little black body hit a hard white surface. Our host was dumping his condom out into the bathtub. Being a good and decent host, he started spritzing us all down with a special solvent, harmless and floral scented, dissolving the remaining cum off of our bodies. My mind was still half clouded with pleasure, and I stumbled around in a delightful haze as the cool refreshing mist hit my body. He wished us all fair well and we all made our way toward the drain to jump down into the home-finding portal underneath.

     When I was home and had decompressed a bit, I sat down at my computer and opened the Infonet browser. It was still open on the Sizefuck Friendfinder page that had facilitated the play date. I saw that our host’s name was James Canter, and clicked the little heart designating him as a favored play partner. I looked though my other tabs just to remind myself what else I had been up to before my fun time. One, the one that had me craving some sizefuck fun in the first place, was video of a miles tall absurdly handsome black giant playing around and crushing things in a major metropolis. I clicked back over to the sizeplay meet up site and clicked on James’s profile. I started composing a message, and when it was just right I sent it, and crossed my fingers. It read:

Hey Baby. I had a great time with you and the other ladies. Being your little jerk off toy got me off super hard. What do you say next time you come over and play in my hood?

Hello folks from non size-variant universes. This seems like kind of a fun project, so I signed up about a week ago. First of all, welcome to the multiverse. I realize it might be disconcerting, getting online messages from a place that you have no scientific evidence of yet, but I hope we can get off to a friendly start. We come in peace; we mean you no harm; yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, my name is Greg, and I’m about two of your miles tall I’m what I think you call a giga scale giant.

So what I’m going to do is give you a rundown of a typical day on the job.

Most workdays I leave home and walk to the site. If it’s very far away I’ll go to a public portal site and port in closer. Most of the time, though, you get assigned a spot at a walkable distance from your home. It’s kind of fun walking along through the neighborhoods along the paths specially laid out for us bigger folks. There’s usually a good view of all the tiny little vehicles zooming along on the tiny sized highways. As you walk along the buildings, structures and people get smaller and smaller, until you reach the smallest area at the center of the city. There you can see teeny tiny little buildings spreading out for miles and miles. You see the public safety officers each standing in their assigned sector scanning the ground for any signs of trouble that need to be stamped out if you know what I mean. Most of them are much smaller than me, more your Mega or Titan size specifications. I’ve gotten to be friends with quite a few of them when we happen to have the same break times, but I don’t usually wave or say hello if they’re on duty. They hate to be distracted and most of them take the job pretty seriously. I continued walking, circling at the edge of the city, and looking for the marker for that day’s job site. Today it didn’t take long to spot it at all. By my size, it was just a little pink flag stuck into the ground on a short stiff little piece of metal sticking up from the ground. From a tiny’s point of view it would have been hundreds of your feet tall towering above their little heads like a massive neon flag. I immediately started assessing the job. The flag was posted at the center of what looked to be a scene of total devastation. The crumbled ruins of little buildings littered the ground everywhere, their once immaculate structures were reduced to jagged broken concrete and twisted metal slag. The job details I’d received that morning said that a couple of Megas had had their honeymoon night on top of the neighborhood, rampaging and smashing to their hearts’ content. My job was to sift through the wreckage, sort rubble from any tinies still down amongst the ruins, and leave a nice flat empty plain where rebuilding could begin.

I put on a pair of gloves and got to work. Kneeling down, I surveyed the work before me, or rather, below me. I pulled a little metal device from one of my pockets, and started unfolding and adjusting it. It clicked together in all the right spots and I made some additional minor adjustments. When fully assembled it took the shape of a wide tubular metal ring inlayed with various bits of circuitry, and with little struts poking out of one side so it could be stood up with the ring parallel to the ground below. I set it up like that on the ground in front of me and flipped a switch on the ring. There came the characteristic crack and hum, as a swirl of luminescent blue energy formed within the ring. I leaned forward over the device and plunged my hand into the ground, underneath a patch of wrecked buildings like a big scooping machine. As I lifted the little patch of city up off the ground in my cupped hand, I could already see some tiny people flooding out of the miniscule buildings. Tinies all love a good rampage, and a lot of them tend to stick around afterward specifically for the clean up process. I can’t say I mind, given that the pleasant feeling and sight of all those little wriggling tinies cupped in my hand, like your world’s ants for some comparison, is really one of the major perks of this job. After enjoying the sight of all those little people at my mercy, I moved my hand so it was directly over the portal device.

“Goodbye, little folks,” I signed with my free hand, and then I tipped them out, down into the energy where they vanished along with the rubble. Scanner’s in the device, and the device on the other end would separate the building materials and dirt from the organic materials of the tiny people and send them each to the appropriate facilities for each. The people would have a chance to wash up, have a brief medical exam, and be sent back to their homes, or to new homes if theirs had been destroyed in the rampage.

I went along doing the same to each section of the city ruin. Scooping and dumping. I’ll admit it’s a pretty good feeling when you get a big pack of tinies crawling around on you. I can tell you that at least a couple of times every shift I’m very tempted to start devouring them along with some of the cityscape, or to strip off and enjoy the process au natural, maybe even take it a step forward and pleasure myself with all the little people and rubble. It’s a real conflict, but I’m a professional, and as a rule I try not to have too much fun when I’m on the clock.

After spending a couple of hours scooping and dumping, the alarm on my phone went off. I stood back up and turned it off. It was break time. I turned off the portal, and walked away from my assigned patch toward a multi-size café set up a little ways away from the densest part of the city, where I’d been working. There was a small counter, small to me anyway, set up under a canopy. Part of the counter was just the right height for me to sit at and get something to eat on my break. A pretty young woman of my magnitude was working at the register, and came over to take my order. I just ordered a sandwich and a soda. About two yards from where I sat, by my reckoning anyway, the counter dropped off and resumed again thousands of feet down. On that spot was another stool, another register, another cashier, all set up at the appropriate height for the next lowest height category, the set up continued like that, each section smaller, and smaller, so this café could serve patrons of all size categories more or less equally.

A couple of mega sized public safety officers sat at the next section, a man and a woman. I recognized them and waved. They waved back.

“Find anything good in the wreckage?” The man signed to me.

“Just tinies,” I signed back.

“Sure, hey do you want to hang out after work?” He signed.

“Maybe,” I signed.

“We found a great little bar over on the East section in the Titan zone, fun place, good atmosphere, totally accommodating to multi-size parties.”

“Sounds cool,” I signed, “What kind of drinks do they have?”

“We tried something call Brobdingbrew, pretty good, not too hoppy.” The woman signed.

“Sounds good,” I signed. “How are your shifts going?”

“Not bad,” the man signed. “Ellie here was able to stomp a two story building flat before a fire could hurt anyone.”

“That’s great Ellie,” I signed.

“It was just my duty,” Ellie singed. “Mitch here went beyond the call yesterday. Escorted a drunk titan sized man out of a tiny suburb and carried him to a facility where he could dry out, hopefully get some help.”

“Wow,” I signed, “that’s amazing.”

“Anyway,” Mitch signed, “It must be fun getting to feel all those tinies flowing through your fingers.”

“It is,” I admitted, “It gets a little too tempting sometimes though.”

“Plus thinking about how that part of the city got smashed in the first place.” Ellie added.

“I save it for after work, and the weekend.” I signed.

“Us too,” Mitch signed.

At that moment we were interrupted as my sandwich and soda arrived. I verbally thanked the cashier.

I looked back over at Mitch and Ellie. They were finishing up their meal and were settling the bill. I signed, “See you later. Let’s meet after our shifts.”

They gave the thumbs up, and waved goodbye as they got up and walked back toward their assigned posts above the city.

I ate my lunch and got back to work. After another hour of scooping and dumping, I had cleared all the debris and had a clean area of bare earth. It was time to finish the job. I took off my boots and began to walk around barefoot. With each step I could feel the earth shift under my immense weight. Occasionally I felt one of the tinies I missed get squished underfoot. It was a fun satisfying sensation each time. Giant feet are actually quite sensitive despite their toughness and power. I can feel even the smallest little person under my soles. As big as I am though, my aura of protection prevents any deaths from occurring as I manhandle and stomp all these little people. In fact most of them enjoy it, that’s why they go to rampages in the first place.

Once everything was reasonably flat and smooth, I walked back over to the portal generator. I lifted one foot above it and scraped it down with my hand. Any debris or people who are still stuck tumble off down into the energy portal. I do the same to the other foot, then put my boots back on, and turn the portal off. After folding the portal generator back up, sending a message to the central office, and pulling the pink flag marker out of the ground, my work was done.

As I walked away from the site, I get a text message from Mitch. He and Ellie are done with their shift and ready to go with me to their new after work spot. I walked over to meet them and follow my comparatively small friends. As I went along I wondered idly if they would be up for some fun with tinies afterward, and made a mental note to ask them. As for how that went, I am currently lying in bed naked typing this up. Mitch and Ellie are laying together down around my belly button pleasing each other with a few thousand tinies squished up between their bodies, and as soon as I’m done typing, I plan to go to work on pleasing myself, potentially coating all my smaller passengers in a thick sexy layer of spooge. Best wishes, readers, and I hope you enjoyed reading about my day.

Postcards - Melissa at Work

Hi, readers, it’s Melissa again. First of all, thanks for all the messages and comments from the various dimensions where my letter got published. Second, I now realize that I had things a little wrong. I’m more of what you’d think of as a mega sized person than a giga sized person. Size in my world exists on a spectrum and we tend to use comparisons to material objects and each other along with boring old empirical measurement units instead of various classes and categories to describe our various heights. I’ve also noticed that some of the other folks participating in this program have been a lot better than me at the whole brevity thing.

Last time I let you in on a little flake of my private life, today I’m going to fill you in a little on what I do for work. I’m a public safety officer, and I’ve heard that it’s a job that’s been mentioned in a couple of the other letters. Let me lay out the basics for you.

Every person in my particular neck of the interdimensional woods possesses a number of so-called auras. These auras increase exponentially in size and power the bigger someone is. One of these auras is an aura of protection. That means that the larger someone is, the more people around them are protected from damage and injury. Non-living objects get destroyed and obliterated, but the people in and around those objects remain safe and uninjured, the result of the giant’s aura interacting with the smaller person’s. There is also an aura of, shall we say, desire. When a smaller person comes in direct contact with a bigger person, both feel a deep desire to be in close physical contact with each other. That’s why it’s so pleasurable for a bigger person to surround themselves in tinies, as I did in the bath that I described last time. It gives the little folks being squished and enjoyed great pleasure too. A good time is had by all. Other rarer auras exist as well, but I don’t know much about those.

Public safety officers like me take advantage of these effects to keep smaller people safe. We stand around watching the ground for any potential disasters or safety risks. If we spot something amiss it’s our duty, and a pleasure, to stomp out the area at risk. When we’re sure the danger is over, we move our feet, or whatever other body parts we needed to use, and let the smaller size members of the team move in to extract people from the wreckage and provide any medical help that might be necessary.

A typical team for an average size city consists of a few dozen smaller size units stationed throughout the city, five to seven giants my size for precision strikes on smaller disasters, and one or two “giga” sized individuals to deal with larger scale issues, or anything that threatens to harm us smaller giants. Bigger cities use bigger teams of course, in every sense of the word. Smaller communities spread out of much larger areas in the countryside tend to have just two or three giants for this job, but those giants are among the biggest of the “giga” sized folks able to spot and take care of trouble from miles and miles away. Once you get much larger than that you tend to join the truly gigantic who provide transportation and cargo hauling services across the space ways.

I’ll tell you a little about the work I did yesterday. After getting a shower, just water this time of course, and some breakfast, I put on my uniform and took a portal to the meet up spot. Normally we go barefooted on the job, to better make sure our auras interact with the little peoples’ auras and protect them. Yesterday, because it was rainy, we wore our special thin, but insulating socks that protected us from the wet while letting enough aura through to protect our charges. On a rainy day we “megas” must be particularly observant. A typical “giga” sized person is so tall that low rain clouds tend to obscure their vision. If something too big happens for the smaller giants, we need to be able to radio in accurate coordinates for our bigger colleagues to know where to stomp. We also have some air support from smaller officers, but they need to be well clear once us big folk spring into action.

It was a pretty typical day. I stomped out a few near car accidents, stopped one mugging I spotted (I swallowed the offender who would stay there until the next time I used the bathroom, when he would be ported to a holding facility.), and kicked in and crushed a house about to have a falling tree land on it. The family inside was so happy I helped them that they insisted on getting my mailing address to send me a thank you. Once they’d taken a few selfies with their rescuer, they got a hotel voucher from the smaller safety officers, and a rebuild order went out to one of the many quick building crews in the city. They work around the clock to mitigate the destruction and demolition that naturally follows from a world populated by people of such various sizes, who get such great pleasure from the destruction.

After a typical eight hour shift, with a couple breaks and an hour long lunch, we traded out with the swing shift crew. Most of the crew went out to a multi-size bar for after work drinks. Sometimes I go to be sociable, but to be perfectly honest, I prefer a little me time after working a long shift serving the public. After getting home I eat dinner, watch a little TV, see if anything I did made the news, and, if I’m in the mood, port in some friendly little folks to have fun relaxing activities with, like the bath I told you about before.

Then it’s off to bed for some rest before another day of keeping the streets safe for adorable little tiny folks.

The Big Date

So this is how my date with Max went.

We texted each other and chatted online a few times during the rest of the week after my near accident. She pointed out a couple of times that she had more or less saved my life, and had one up on me, so I better be impressive on Saturday. She was being light hearted, though. The important part is that we figured out a good multi-size accessible restaurant for dinner, Pellegio’s out toward the outer edge of the city where the bigger giants lived.

What with my car being totaled, I was stuck taking public transportation and cabs until my paperwork went through, and I was compensated for the lost vehicle. It was an inconvenience, but I wouldn’t let it stop me. I put on my best shirt and slacks, dabbed a little cologne on (Her nose might be a little too far away to notice, but it’s the effort that counts.), and caught a cab out to the bigger part of town. The further and further we travelled from my neighborhood the bigger the buildings and pedestrians were. Luckily smaller roads are brightly lit on either side alert any nighttime traveler and prevent inopportune accidents, for the most part. Eventually we arrived at the restaurant.

It was dozens of miles tall, and took up a truly vast lot of land.      The cab took me around to an entrance for smaller folks, and I paid the cabbie as I got out.

I found myself standing outside a door set in a long tunnel like structure that was eventually subsumed into the gigantic structure that must have been the main dining area. Going inside I found myself in a comfortably warm foyer. There were a few potted plants, a few couches for waiting parties, and a small counter where stood a greeter and host with a reservation book. Everything was illuminated in dim cozy amber light. I walked up to the counter.

“I’m Anik Dumas, have a reservation with Ms. Max Taylor.” I said.

The host looked his reservation list up and down, then gave a little nod. “I see, right there. Ms. Taylor is already seated at one of our mixed size tables. Just proceed down the hallway, Mr. Dumas, and one of our attendants will help you to your seat.”

“Thank you,” I said, and went on down the hallway.

After a few dozen yards, I came to the end. I heard chatter, the murmur of many different voices of many different sizes. At the end was a small arch. I walked through it, and was met with a breath taking sight. The interior itself spread out for miles and miles. Imagine one of you bigger national parks, but set up entirely for gigantic professional food service. A young woman wearing a helmet, and a pilots uniform caught my attention.

“Excuse me, Mr. Dumas?” She asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Hi, I’m Meghan and I’m going to be you pilot this evening.”

“Pilot?”

“Yes. For parties with more extreme size differences we fly you up to your table in one of our fleet of helicopters.”

“I see.” I followed Meghan, looking around as we walked. Hundreds of tables for people my size were spread all through the immense building. I could see carts and busses picking people up, and driving them off to far away tables, much as Meghan was about to fly me to my table. Interspersed between the smaller tables were the legs of the larger tables and chairs plunging into the floor like gigantic indoor trees. Between many of these legs, were the literal legs of giant patrons. Seeing so many gigantic feet made my head spin a bit. Meghan caught my attention.

“We’re here at the fleet.” She said.

Set into the floor, was a large area cemented over with concrete, and painted to create around a dozen landing pads. Over half of them had choppers sitting on them, and we walked over to one of those. Meghan hopped in first, then helped me get in and secure. Soon the blades were spinning, and we were taking off. The view from above was just as spectacular as the view from below. I could see dozens of table sized for customers of different heights. Many of them were filled with customers.

I could see a few of the mixed sized tables. They tended to have one truly huge table that could seat all but the very largest of giants, and the numerous smaller tables raised high above the main table, all at different sizes. The heights of these smaller tables were all carefully arranged so that an entire multi-size party would just about be at eye level to each other, easing communication and conversation between everybody.

“Aren’t such high tables a little bit dangerous!?” I asked over the noise of the chopper.

“You might notice that there are guardrails, and fairly spacious catwalks around our elevated tables. Even then we get a few people falling every month; luckily there are always enough larger giants in here that their auras prevent any fatal injuries. By the way, there’s a menu tucked under your seat if you want to get started making your selections.”

I found the menu and started perusing. I noticed it was labeled as a “Tiny” menu.

“Bigger folks get a different menu, I suppose?”

“Yeah,” Meghan said. “It’s more or less the same options, but there are also giant specific dishes. Most of them incorporate people our size as ingredients.”

“I see.”

“Well, were just about there.

Meghan piloted the helicopter, angling it down and bringing us down in a smooth arc. As we swung around, my date’s image finally slid into view.

She sat at one of the larger tables in the restaurant, though not the biggest. We evidently caught her eye, because she gave us a big smile and a little wave, little relative to her size, anyway.

     What can I say? She was gorgeous; completely utterly gorgeous. Her lustrous brown hair hung just down to her shoulders with artfully shaggy bangs draped across her forehead. She wore a royal blue turtleneck sweater, with a thin silver chain necklace that had a little locket hanging just above her breasts. Her nails were immaculately manicured, painted a rich orange red that popped against the sweater.

Meghan brought the chopper down on a pad and let me out of the vehicle.

“Have you decided on a drink, sir?”

“I’ll try this cucumber Gin Rickey thing I saw on the menu.”

“Very well, when you get to your table there will be a small intercom device. Your waiter will contact you through it to take the rest of your order. There is also a headset provided to facilitate conversation with your dining partner.”

“Thank you,” I slipped her a few bucks as a tip.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, “when you’re ready to leave, just press the button on the intercom, and one of our pilots will be called to take you back down. Assuming, of course, your date doesn’t take you herself.”

     She shooed me off to a safe distance and lifted back off. I walked along until I came to a small table set for one. I looked across and saw Max’s face filling up nearly my entire field of vision. Not that I minded, she was as pretty at eye level as she had been from however many miles below. Her grey blue eyes shone brilliantly. I sat down and put on my head set, and Max put on hers as well.

“They make quite a production of things here.” I said. “They could have just portaled me up here, not that I’m complaining, the view was amazing.”

     “I think that’s why they do it,” Max said. Out in the world, of course, her voice would have been far too distorted for me to understand what she was saying, but with the help of technology, our voices were modified and distorted and piped straight into each other’s ears at a level that each of us could understand. So even though Max’s voice would normally be nothing, but a loud low pitched rumble to me, what I heard instead was a woman’s voice a little bit higher than my own. Max’s headset would do the same of the inaudibly squeaky tones of my own voice, from her perspective. “All the reviews mentioned that they use as little portal technology as possible. They want to replicate a pre-entanglement dining experience as closely as they can.”

     “It was certainly fun. I’ve been to a few multi-size bars of course, but this is really going the extra mile. Thanks for suggesting it. And, you know, thanks for saving my life.”

     An awkward silence passed.

     “Well, you know,” she said, I thought I detected a note of modesty in her voice, “it’s all in a day’s job, you know. It’s my duty to keep all you little folks as safe as I can.”

     “Sorry if that was too heavy, but I felt like maybe it would hang over us if I didn’t say something.”

     “No, you’re right. I guess I did save your life, but I don’t always like to think of my work in such grand terms, to be honest. And I like to leave work at work.”

     “Oh,” I said, “I totally get that. My work is a little boring. Pays the bills well enough, but not exactly thrilling.”

     “I see, what exactly do you…” Max’s question was interrupted as the table intercom buzzed to get my attention.

     I pressed the button. A voice asked to take my order. I looked the menu up and down, and ended up ordering steak and asparagus in a house gravy as my main, and a pesto dressed shrimp salad as an appetizer. I turned my attention back to Max’s cute, but gargantuan face.

     “Oh, I do routing for some of the major portal networks. Making sure people reach the correct destinations, monitor inter-dimensional friction, and leakage nodes. It sounds complicated, but it’s mostly watching screens and pressing buttons if the numbers get, you know, unhappy.”

     “Wow, so you sort of keep people safe too, then?”

     “Sort of,” I said, “I don’t always think about it that way. Portal travel is so safe these days, supposedly a new wave of automation is supposed to come in a few years, but… you know that’s really getting into the weeds, and I’m sure it’s not too interesting.”

“No, I like hearing about other people’s jobs, especially smaller folks’. It might sound ridiculous, but it can feel a little confining being so big. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy my size, I wouldn’t give up that feeling of entire neighborhoods crumbling beneath my feet for anything, but everyone expects you to go into public safety, or demolitions, or macro-construction. If you want to go into something like accounting, or like, any kind of office job, they look at you like you’ve got a screw loose. I like my job of course, I get to squish cute little people like you after all, but sometimes I wonder what I would have gone for if I was smaller, like even just a few thousand feet tall instead of miles.”

     “I see,” I said. A server Max’s size moved in and set an enormous plate and bowl in front of Max. Looking down from my perch, I could see that it contained a vast sea of brown shimmery liquid with chunks of various vegetables sitting in it under the surface, which cast off enormous masses of steam. Floating in the soup, alongside the veggies, was something else. I could just make out the forms of hundreds o tiny little people just about my size, bobbing, floating, and swimming in the broth. They seemed to be having a nice time.

     “Sorry,” Max said, “I ordered before you got here. I hope you don’t mind.”

     “Of course not, what are you having?”

     “It’s just consommé with vegetables, but I read really good things about it in the online reviews. Plus you can get it with hundreds of tinies sprinkled in it. I hope you don’t mind.”

     “Of course not,” I said, “I know some little folks have hang-ups about it, but it would be unfair for me to expect you not to enjoy other little folks just, because we’re on a date.”

     “I’m so glad,” her glossy pink lips smiled wide, “because I really do love devouring tinies. Hoards and hoards of hem, er, you, if I can.”

     “No it’s cool. This is only a first date anyway.”

     Max picked up her spoon and dipped it into the soup. I watched it lift back out, carrying hundreds of gallons of soup, and dozens of tiny people with it. She brought it up to her pretty little, but enormous mouth, and slurped it all up. After closing her eyes to savor her mouthful, she gave a slow, but decisive swallow. I watched her neck muscles contact and squeeze as she enjoyed her first sip. At my small size it was like watching a mountainside throb. I found it very attractive, and thinking about all those little folks on the inside was attractive as well.

     “Any good?” I asked.

     “Mmm-hm,” Max replied. She took a long breath through her nose, paused, and said, “so good. The soup is perfect, and the little ‘garnishes’ only enhance the flavor.”

     “I hope my food is as good.”

     “So what do you like to do when you’re not working or getting into traffic accidents?” She asked, as she dipped the spoon back into the soup.

     “Oh, I work out a little, go to movies, go on dates; regular single guy stuff.”

     She slurped the new spoonful of soup and tinies. “Any hobbies?” She asked.

     “I like watching old horror movies. Mostly pre-merger stuff. Sometimes I’ll watch the same movie a few times, but versions from different parallels. There are whole communities online that spend their time cataloguing and comparing all the little, and sometimes big differences.”

     “Oh,” Max said, her eyes lighting up, “I have friends who do that sort of thing, but with music. It’s the same deal. It’s funny how just having one person in a studio band instead of some other person can change the whole sound of a song or even a whole album.”

     “Neat, I’ve never been that into music to be honest, but I can totally see the similarity.”

     Max dipped her spoon back into the soup. She held it there this time. The soup level was getting so low, that it was harder for her to scoop up people with the broth, instead she held it there long enough for people to climb aboard themselves.

     A male waiter Max’s size came up on one side of my table. He held out a covered dish to the side of my table platform. Pulling off the cover, he revealed a server my own size who walked off onto my platform, and placed my shrimp salad and my cocktail down on my table.

     “Thank you,” I said.

     “Of course,” he said, “at Pellegio’s guests of all sizes are welcome.” Then he walked back onto the giant plate, was recovered, and whisked away by the giant sever.

     I sipped the Rickey through the metal straw; it was cold, bitter, fizzy, hint of cucumber, perfect.

     I looked down at my salad. A half dozen perfectly done shrimp sat on a bed of chopped greens, mostly arugula, covered in a thin pesto dressing with lots of pine nuts, and nearly transparently thin curls of Parmigiano-Reggiano, and a few small  halved tomatoes amongst the greens.

     “Wow,” Max said, “that looks really good.”

     “If it were bigger, I’d invite you to try a bite.”

     “Plate sharing is something I’m willing to sacrifice for a good date.” Max smiled enough to show her enormous teeth. To me they were like slabs of highly polished rock. I could see a few little stragglers from Max’s soup, relaxing between her teeth.

     I dug into my salad, and it was as good as it looked. The shrimp, the greens, the herbal dressing, all made for a delicious, perfectly balanced bite. Max finished off the last of her soup in a few big spoonfuls. At the end she put her spoon back down into the bowl allowing all the remaining tinies to get on, and end up in her mouth and tummy.

     “Mmm,” she said, “so good. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for you folks. You might never know how good it feels to have hundreds, sometimes thousands of tiny little bodies moving and crawling around in your mouth, on your lips, on your tongues, it’s just such an exquisite feeling.”

     “I’m sure it’s nice,” I said. “But getting eaten and swallowed is very too, being completely surrounded and dominated by someone’s body is a pretty thrilling experience in its own right.”

     “Hmm,” Max said, “at the rate re-sizing tech is going we might actually be able to try both.”

     “Maybe,” I said. “The last articles I read about it said there were still limitations to be worked out. I heard a rumor, online rumor for what that’s worth, that the exploration service have tapped into dimensions where there are people who can actually change their own heights or other people’s, just with a thought, like magic or something.”

     “Wow, that would be something.”

     I ate the rest of my salad as we chatted about some of the books we both had read.

     As luck would have it. Our main courses arrived at the same time. The towering waiter, he was even taller than Max, returned with a pasta dish for Max, and a smaller server with my steak and asparagus. It also included some grilled yellow squash and zucchini with a few roasted fingerling potatoes. At looked very appetizing and smelled even better.

     I looked down at Max’s food. She had a late piled high with fettuccine pasta covered in a creamy sauce with lots of herbs and little bits of bacon and a meatball here and there. Again, amongst all these ingredients were hundreds of tiny naked people of my own size, and a even a few who were a little bigger, more in the 20 to 30 foot range, but still easily bite sized compared to Max’s enormous mouth.

“Looks good,” I said.

“It’s just a fancied up Alfredo, not too adventurous, I suppose, but I like to see if a restaurant can at least get the basics right.”

     “I like that attitude,” I said. “I just had a real steak craving.”

     Max plunged her fork between what, to me, were noodles hundreds of feet long and dozens of feet thick. As she twisted her fork, the steaming pasta became entwined around it, dragging along any tines for the ride. She put it in her mouth and chewed. I took my own flatware, and carved into my steak.

     The steak was excellent, perfectly done, and the potatoes had a delicious sweetness to them. From the yummy noises she was making over the headset, Max was enjoying her pasta.

     “Really good,” I said between bites.

     “This pasta is perfect, and the sauce is great.” She said. “Hey, watch this.”

     I watched. Max took a single long strand of pasta and carefully worked it and it alone out of the tangle. She gestured down at her plate, and the people responded, hopping onto the strand until it was swarming with thousands of people. When it was thoroughly coated, Max slurped up the noodle and all its passengers into her pursed lips in one long swift, steady slurp. I’ll admit I was immediately turned on by it. She chewed slowly, and thoroughly, and made a big exaggerated swallow.

     “Mmmm,” she said over the headset. “What did you think of that Anik; seeing me casually slurp up thousands of your fellow tinies?”

     “It was hot.” I said.

     “I thought you’d like it. I’ve never dated tinies before, but I read that people your size, love to see people my size devour big masses of little folks all at once.”

     “It’s true for me,” I said. “It gets me thinking what you might do with me when you’ve got me alone.”

     “Oh yeah,” she said. “You want to be alone with a big old giant girl like me?”

     “Sure,” I said.

     “Well, maybe we can work that out.”

     “Maybe after dinner, you’d want to come back to my place for some dessert, maybe coffee?”

     “Do you even have a mug for someone my size?” I asked.

     “I have an eyedropper and a creative mind. I’m sure we could figure out something.”

     “I wouldn’t mind going back to your place. It sounds like it could be nice.”

     “Yes!” Max clenched her free hand in triumph.

     We finished our meals and settled the bill. I stood up from my table.

     “Just stand at the edge and I’ll grab you.”

     We each removed our headsets. I moved around my little table along the elevated walkway until I stood on the edge nearest Max. She reached out to me and plucked me up with fingers that were as long as my apartment. She gently, but firmly held me between thumb and forefinger, and carried me over to the locket on her necklace. With her other hand she opened the locket. I could see inside. It had a plush interior like a little palanquin dangling from her neck. She moved me right over to it, pushed me inside with gigantic forefinger, and shut the locket behind me. I sat down in a plush very comfy armchair that sat at its center. It had a set of seatbelts, which I fastened, so I wouldn’t get tossed around too much as Max moved. I saw there was a headset, headphones and a mike, attached to the chair by twisting telephone cord. I put it on and tested it.

     “It seems like taking me to your place was the plane all along.”

     Her voice came through with a bit of crackle. This was obviously not as fancy a setup as they had at the restaurant. “Well, I wanted to be prepared, and you looked so cute the other day, and I’ve been enjoying our chats online. I figured there was a pretty good chance we’d go home together if you were into it.”

     “I am. Was eating all those tinies a part of the plan?”

     “A little,” She admitted, “I read an article that had advice on intersize dating. It said you folks go nuts watching one of my size devour you by the thousands, so I thought I’d give it a try, since it would taste good, and only cost a little extra.”

     “It was right, watching you swallow those masses of people made me wish I was one of them; completely dominated by your mouth and throat, squeezed and soaked in your stomach until your body was ready to release me.”

     “Cool ,” she said. “I’m about to get up and leave, so hold onto something in there. It’s going to be a big ride, and then when I get you home, it’s going o be an even bigger ride.”

     The chair held me securely as the chamber around me rose and swayed as Max stood up. I liked her very much, and I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store, but that story’s for another time.

Sorry I went a little long there folks. It was just a really good date, and I wanted to share it with you. If you all like it, who knows, maybe the program will encourage us all to write longer pieces to you about our world, in the meantime, keep reading and keep dreaming.

This seems like a cool little inter-dimensional good will project, and I always liked writing, so I figured I’d sign up to tell you folks a little something about what life in my universe is like.

My name is Julie and I’m going to tell you all about my husband, Rob, and mine’s honeymoon. After a lovely wedding attended by friends of many different sizes (We rented out an accommodating venue out on the edge of the city.) we ported to the lobby of the hotel we’d be staying at. After checking in and unpacking our things, we decided we should get outside and see some of the sights. We stepped outside hand in hand and looked out toward the horizon. Above all the other hotels and shops the dark sky sparkled with more stars than I could have ever imagined. We stepped out from the entrance area and onto the soft tan ground. It was a bit more wobbly than what we were used to at home, but the pleasure of knowing exactly what it was we were walking on more than made up for it.

As we approached the first row of shops we saw a young man wearing a t-shirt with the words “Kelly Expert” printed on it in big friendly letters. He greeted us with a wide professional smile.

“Welcome to Kelly’s resort, would you like a pamphlet on all the sights we have to offer?”

“No thanks,” I said, “we looked through the full package on the website. I do have a question though.”

“Fire away.”

“When exactly are we breaking orbit? I’d hate to miss it when we start on our journey.”

“No fear.” He said. “We always send all our guests alerts when it’s time. We’re still bringing people up and sending down folks who have finished the circuit with us.”

“Doesn’t it get boring doing the same loop for months at a time?”

“A little, they’ll transfer you to someone else if you put in a request, though it can take some time.”

“Doesn’t Kelly get bored of it?”

“He just likes feeling all of us little folks walking and playing around on his body, plus he gets a vacation every six months or so. Then he goes off into deep space just floating around and exploring. He says it’s very relaxing out there; very restful. Supposedly has a girlfriend he flies around smashing asteroids and planets with.”

I looked up the thoroughfare between the shops and off in the distance I could see people of all various sizes walking around, taking in the sights. Most in casual vacation clothes, like me and Rob, but many others were striding about fully nude. A few were obviously playing with smaller folks for fun and pleasure. I couldn’t help but think how novel it must be for those folks who are thousands of feet, or even miles tall to be walking around on a body that dwarfed their own by so much. Maybe a nice change of pace for some of them.

The Kelly Expert smiled and laughed a little. “Being on someone so huge, people get a bit frisky of course. When someone is Kelly’s size, their auras gets very powerful; after awhile people have some trouble containing their feelings. That’s why size orgies are so common here, and why space fairing giants like Kelly are such a popular resort destination for mature vacations. The staff all take aura suppressing medications when were not on our breaks.”

“I can imagine.” I said. A giddy feeling rose through my stomach. It spread and became like warm thick gel flowing up into my tits and neck and around the back of my ears, and down into my pussy and toes. I looked into Rob’s eyes, and he looked into mine. I could tell he felt the same force flowing through his body. We were definitely feeling the effects of Kelly’s aura.

“Want to go see what some of those bigger folks are up to?” I asked.

“Absolutely, babe, maybe we could take a shot at the mile high club?”

“Mmm,” I replied, “yes. Let’s go for it.” I’d always wanted to try the aforementioned mile high club. For you folks in non size-varient universes it refers to getting swallowed, orally or otherwise, by a giant many miles tall and having sex in their stomach, or mouth, or any other body part. It’s supposed to be quite a thrill and we intentionally decided to save such an encounter until after we’d tied the knot.

We bid the Kelly Expert farewell, linked arms, and walked on, heading toward most active and horniest looking crowd off in the distance. He called after us.

“Have a lovely afternoon!” He shouted. “About two hours from now you folks might want to get belly-side! That’s generally when he has his first wank of the trip!”

We shouted our thanks back to him. We were on our way to some wonderful late morning fun, but I, for one, couldn’t wait to see a cosmic scale blast of jizz.

Anyway it was a real blast of a honeymoon, and we even kept in touch with Kelly after it was all over. He still sends us Anniversary messages, and if you all are interested, maybe next time I’ll tell you how we got so close with him.