Land of the Giants: A Love Story

By JR Thomas

 

Chapter Eleven: Decision at Dusk

 

“OK Miss Fry, you’re on in five, four, three, two, one……..”

 

Bertha Fry looked up and faced the camera.  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to our show.  We have some very special guests tonight.  With me are Sylvana Noor; personal secretary to Archon Garm Obek, and her boyfriend Captain Steve Burton of the Earth Ship Spindrift. Yes, you heard me right ladies and gentlemen” she said with a droll smile.  “For the past two months Sylvana has been going steady with one of the little people.  Now I know this probably sounds strange to many of our viewers, but we found their story so unusual, yet so intriguing and heartwarming that we asked them to be on our show this evening.” 

 

Bertha turned to face Sylvana who was sitting in a chair to her left, and Captain Burton, seated in a tiny dollhouse chair next to a microphone on the coffee table in front of Miss Noor.  “Sylvana, Steve, thanks so much for being with us tonight.” 

 

They acknowledged Bertha’s salutations.  Steve found his amplified voice disconcerting, echoing as it did through the studio speaker system.  He was facing the camera with his back to Sylvana, but could see her in the studio monitor sitting behind him.  Steve noted how much she appeared to dwarf his tiny body.  He reflected with some amusement that the scene must look decidedly odd to the television audience.

 

Bertha began her questioning.  “Sylvana, Steve, I think it would be informative for our viewers if they had a little background.  Please recount for us how you met, and how this most unusual attraction started.” 

 

Steve turned his head around and looked up at Sylvana.  She gave him an uneasy glance, but he prompted her to go ahead and answer. 

 

Sylvana turned to Miss Fry and responded with some nervousness evident in her voice.   She spoke slowly.   “I, I’d been tasked by the Archon with taking the little people under my wing - chaperoning them, and seeing to their needs while they worked with our scientists and engineers at the estate.  Steve and I had plenty of opportunities to become acquainted, and before long I found myself really liking him”, she said apprehensively.

 

“Oh really?  How so Sylvana?”  Bertha asked with big, wide eyes.  

 

“Well Bertha, from the time I first met Steve he was always very nice, polite and clever; I really enjoyed chatting with him.  I thought he was intriguing, being from another planet and all.  He was always very complimentary of me, and I must confess that from the beginning I thought he was very handsome in spite of his tiny size.” Sylvana and Bertha looked at Steve and then faced each other with knowing smiles.  Steve blushed.    

 

“I’m in complete agreement Sylvana.  I always thought Steve was rather cute”, Bertha replied with a wink.  The two women chuckled lightly as the camera zoomed in for a close up shot of Steve’s face.  He seemed embarrassed at the journalist’s comment.       

 

After a moment Syvlana resumed.  “You have to understand Bertha that when Captain Burton came into my life I was disentangling myself from a bad relationship.  He seemed genuinely interested in me from the start; wanting to know about my life, my family, and the things that I liked to do, hobbies and such.  I wasn’t used to this.  Most men my own size I’ve dated seemed only interested in themselves, and I was starting to get tired of always having to stroke their egos.”

 

“You get no argument from me on that score Sylvana”, Bertha replied.   She faced the camera.  “Sorry guys, but if the shoe fits…….”  The three laughed. 

 

Bertha looked down at Captain Burton.  “What about you Steve?”

 

Steve got up from his tiny chair.  “Do you mind if I walk around Bertha?  I find it easier to collect my thoughts that way.”

 

“Sure Steve, the microphone is sensitive enough that it should be able to pick up your voice.  You don’t have to be right next to it.”

 

Steve began slowly pacing the coffee table while rubbing his chin.  He looked up at Miss Fry.  “Sylvana’s one of the few giants who doesn’t treat me like a pet, an infant, or a freak show curiosity.   She’s kind, charming, sensitive, gracious, and…..” he paused and looked up at Sylvana, smiling…… “she’s very beautiful”. 

 

The two women smiled at his comments.  “Wow, you are quite the little charmer Steve.  Sylvana, I envy you!”

 

“Thank you Bertha”, Sylvana responded with much pride evident in her demeanor, and she sat up in her chair.

 

Steve looked up at the two giant women, noticing from where he was standing on the low coffee table that he was being treated to a leg show.  He thought wryly that as on Earth television, this kind of thing was always good for ratings.  Bertha was wearing a black jacket/miniskirt outfit, and her sitting at an angle to Steve afforded him a view of the entire length of her gorgeous legs.  Sylvana was also wearing a very short skirt, knowing as she did that Steve enjoyed seeing her in them.  He noted, however, that she was not sitting with her legs crossed.  Steve sensed she still felt a little self-conscious being on camera.  He eyed Sylvana’s enormous body, thinking that she compared very favorably with the younger Miss Fry, and looked absolutely stunning in her black miniskirt and laced red blouse. 

 

Steve looked up at the giant journalist.  “Miss Fry, I also wanted to say that I’ve been held and man-handled by many of you giants in the three years I’ve been stranded here, but Sylvana is the first time that I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed it.” 

 

Miss Noor’s face beamed with delight.  “Bertha, you can’t imagine how nice Steve’s little muscles feel when I have my fingers wrapped around him.”       

 

“Hmmmm, I’d sure like to find out, maybe I can hold Steve?”   

 

Sylvana shook her head from side-to-side.  “Sorry Bertha, but I’m the only one who can touch him”, she responded half-joking, half-seriously. 

 

Bertha rocked back in her seat.  “My, my Sylvana, aren’t you the lucky one.”  The women giggled. 

 

Miss Fry sat up straight in her seat, looked down at Steve and then over to Sylvana.  “Now comes the big question; the one that I’m sure many of our viewers are more than a little curious about.” 

 

Steve and Sylvana looked on quietly, both thinking Uh oh, here it comes.

 

“We like to think we have high standards on this show and don’t stoop low for ratings, but, well, to be blunt, how’s your sex life?  Inquiring minds really do want to know.” 

 

The couple looked at each other feeling some embarrassment, and this time Steve was the first to speak.  “Bertha, in all the time I’ve been here I had no idea just how pleasurable you giant women could be.  Sylvana and I have fantastic sex that is literally out of this world.  I really look forward to going home with her in the evening.”

 

“Oh really Steve?” Bertha said rhetorically, feeling very pleased at the tiny man’s response.  “Sylvana, what do you say?”

 

“If you must know Bertha, as strange as it may sound, I agree completely.  Steve knows how to treat a woman in bed.  He could teach men our own size a thing or two about what women like.” 

 

“That’s way cool Sylvana!” Bertha exclaimed.  She glanced down at Steve and licked her lips. 

 

Miss Noor reached over and touched Bertha’s arm.  “And Bertha, Steve gives a foot massage to die for!”  Pleasantly surprised by the way the interview was panning out; Sylvana sat up in her seat and crossed her legs.  Steve glanced up at Sylvana, and the sight took his breath away. 

 

 

 

Bertha’s mouth opened wide with astonishment and pleasure, and the two women looked down at the tiny man with much admiration.   Steve had by now wandered close to the edge of the coffee table, nearer to Miss Fry.  Emboldened by Sylvana’s comment, she uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them with her right over her left.  Her right foot was now dangling very close to Steve, and he marveled at the giant’s sexy high-heel dress sandal and enormous toes.  Sylvana noticed with some unease that in the camera monitor all she could see for a long moment was a close up of tiny Steve next to Bertha’s comparatively huge foot!

 

“Sylvana, Steve, I’m afraid we’re almost out of time, but before we conclude, I’m sure everyone would like to know what the future holds for the two of you.” 

 

The couple gazed at each other silently, both thinking that this was the question they had actually dreaded more than the one about sex.  A few quiet moments passed, and Bertha looked back and forth at the two, wondering if either was going to answer. 

 

Finally Steve crossed his arms and looked up at Bertha.  “Miss Fry, it’s with bittersweet feelings I say that Sylvana and I are going to part company soon.  With the Archon’s help we’ve finished the repairs on our ship, and we’ll be leaving for Earth next week.  My only regret is that I can’t take Sylvana with me.”  He looked up at his giant girlfriend with a loving smile.   

 

“Why can’t you?”  Bertha asked. 

 

Sylvana and Steve gave the woman blank stares, and then it dawned on Bertha that Miss Noor was probably bigger than their entire ship!  The three started laughing, and Sylvana was thankful for the levity as she had felt some tears forming at Steve’s words.          

 

Bertha made her concluding remarks.  “Sylvana, Steve, thank you so much for joining us this evening.  You are the most unusual, and yet cutest couple I’ve ever met.” 

 

The two guests expressed their thanks, and then Bertha faced the camera and bade good night to the television audience.  Bright, trendy music filled the air.  Bertha shook Sylvana’s hand, and the journalist then reached down to Steve who planted a kiss on the tip of her little finger. 

 

“OK, that’s a wrap” they heard the director say. 

 

In a moment the producer entered the studio set and excitedly approached the two women.  He walked up and hugged Miss Fry.  “Bertha, that was fantastic.  I’m giving you a raise!”  Her eyes opened wide in surprise.  He continued.  “That was the highest rated show the network has ever had!  And the phones, they’ve been ringing off the hook!” he added with much enthusiasm. 

 

“Oh really, why?” Bertha asked. 

 

The producer looked down at Steve, still on the coffee table.  “It seems like every woman in the city is either in love with Captain Burton or wants to know where they can find a little man of their own.  Go figure?”  Steve crossed his arms, looking rather smug.  Sylvana glanced down at him and smiled proudly. 

 

Miss Fry gave the producer a bright, wide grin, and then glanced down at Steve and raised a hand.  “That would include me too.”  They all laughed.

 

Sylvana retrieved her purse and slung it around her shoulder, then set Steve on top it as they had been in the habit of doing lately.  The two said goodnight to Miss Fry, and as Sylvana headed for the door she remembered something.  She turned around and accosted the journalist.  “Oh, Bertha, I almost forgot to mention.  We’re having a farewell party for Steve and the Spindrift crew next week, and of course you’re invited.”

 

“Thanks very much Sylvana, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”  

 

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Steve was putting on his best remaining uniform when he heard the tell-tale CLOMP, CLOMP, CLOMP of giant high heels.  The floor underneath his feet vibrated slightly until the footsteps abruptly stopped.  Sylvana’s voice could be heard from above.  “Steve, Steve.  Are you about ready dear?  We should be leaving soon.”

 

Steve buttoned his jacket and headed out the dollhouse door.  He was met by Sylvana’s stylish silver high heels just a few short yards from him.  His eyes slowly panned up her enormous expanse enjoying the elegant nude nylons, ending as they did at the hem of a short dark blue skirt with matching blouse above.  He loved how the tight-fitting outfit accentuated her figure.  Extending his neck backwards, he could see her looking down on him and smiling. 

 

She put a finger on her cheek.  “You know Steve; I don’t know why I never got around to making you some outfits to replace those tired red uniforms of yours.”

 

“That’s alright Sylvana.  This one’s clean and in good condition, and besides, the red will make it’s easier for you and the other giants to see me at the party” he shouted.

 

“Oh, I suppose”, she replied. 

 

“Sylvana, I have a present for you.”

 

She clasped her hands at her waist and swayed back and forth slightly.  “Oh really Steve, I do so love presents.” 

 

“I’ll be right back hon”.  Steve did an about face and returned to the dollhouse.

 

In a moment he emerged with a massive gold chain cradled in his arms. 

 

“Why Steve, what’s this?”

 

Sylvana reached down and took the chain from him.  She held it up to her face.  It looked to her like a gold bracelet with a beautiful little heart attached.  She exhaled pleasurably.  “Oh Steve, it’s beautiful.  Thank you.  Where did you get it?” 

 

Steve folded his arms across his chest and looked up.  “Actually Sylvana, I made it myself using the workshop tools, and a little help from Grond and Honoria.”

 

She draped it around her wrist, but found the fit awkward.  “Steve, it was very sweet of you, but I’m afraid you made it a little too big.” 

 

Steve grinned.  “No Sylvana, it wasn’t meant for your wrist.  Here, give it to me.” 

 

She peered down on him with curiosity, and then proceeded to set the chain on the ground at her feet and in front of the little man.   

 

Admonishing her not to move, Steve cradled the piece of giant jewelry in his arms and carried it to the side of her left foot. 

 

“What are you doing Steve?”

 

“You’ll see.  Just stay still!” 

 

Standing as he was between her feet directly below her skirt, he started to look up but then thought better of it.  No use getting too distracted now.  It’s too early in the evening.  He smiled sardonically.  Steve picked up the chain at the end opposite the heart, and much to her amazement started draping it over the top of her foot just below the ankle. 

 

“Sylvana, I’m going to need your help.  I want you to put a finger over the chain to hold it in place, right where my hands are now.”

 

Sylvana slowly lowered her body at her knees, being careful not to move her feet.  She reached down and grasped the end of the chain between her thumb and index finger at the point where the top of her foot joined the ankle bone and next to Steve’s tiny hands.  With Sylvana holding the chain in place, he picked up the opposite end where the heart was attached and walked behind and around her high heel.  He couldn’t help but notice that the heel of her enormous shoe was nearly as high as his head, and this caused him to smile and shake his head incredulously.  He lifted his end of the chain up until it was at a point close to where Sylvana was holding the other end.  She moved her end closer to Steve who was now standing at the left side of her foot, and this caused the slack in the chain to diminish and form a snug fit around her ankle.  After several unsuccessful attempts he finally clipped his end to the one that Sylvana was holding. 

 

“OK Sylvana, you can let go now, but stay still until I get clear!” he shouted. 

 

“Alright Steve.” 

 

Grasping the heart with both hands, Steve pulled the chain around slowly so as not to make any runs in her hosiery, until the heart rested directly on the outside of her ankle. 

 

He moved back a few yards at a forty-five degree angle to Sylvana, and then gazed up at her.  “How do you like your anklet, dear?”

 

She lifted her left foot slightly and bent her head down to look at the unusual piece of jewelry adorning her ankle.  “An anklet, is that what you call it Steve?  Why, why, it’s wonderful!  I’ll treasure it always.  Thank you dear!” 

 

She rotated her body, adjusting to the feel of the anklet.  Steve stood in place thinking how sexy it looked on her. 

 

“I’m glad you like it Sylvana.  They were just becoming popular with the women when I left Earth.”

 

“Who knows Steve, this may start a whole new fashion trend here” she said frolicsomely.   “Come here.”  She reached down and picked up Steve, then cupped him in her hands close to her face.

 

Mmmmmuh! She placed a kiss on the side of his tiny head, careful not too get too much lipstick on him while the evening was still young. 

 

“I’m glad you like it dear”, Steve said.  “But promise me you won’t start wearing toe rings.” 

 

She gave him a bewildered look.  “Toe rings?  Why that’s ridiculous Steve!” 

 

“My thoughts exactly hon” he replied.  They laughed. 

 

“Now I have a little surprise for you Steve.”  To his astonishment, she set him down on her extra wide blouse collar that funneled out to her front.  He stood up, and turning around found himself staring straight into her enormous cleavage. 

 

“I bought the outfit for this very reason Steve.  I thought it would be great for the party.  We can talk to each other and other people more easily and I have my hands free.   Is it comfortable for you?”

 

He faced the front and braced his hand against the fold next to her cleavage for support.  The collar extended out for several feet, giving him a nice little perch on which to sit or stand.  “It’s fine Sylvana.  Good thinking.”

 

“You just make sure you behave yourself when others are around” she said jokingly, wagging a finger at him.  

 

“Oh absolutely”, he replied, and then proceeded to stroke the exposed portion of her breast.

 

“Ohhhhhhh, you are such a naughty little man, but I love it!”  They gazed at each other adoringly. 

 

“You know Steve, I’d toyed with the idea of wearing a low cut dress and taking you to the party in my cleavage, but I thought we shouldn’t scandalize the Obeks and the other guests too much.”  They had a good laugh at this, and were still giggling on and off when Sylvana grabbed her purse and headed out the door with her boyfriend sitting in the fold created by the blue velvet collar.  Sylvana pulled the car out of the driveway and headed to the party.   

 

Steve’s unusual riding place made conversation extremely easy.  He’d found that even when outside the purse and standing or sitting on the passenger seat that he’d still had to shout even more than usual to be heard over the car engine.   Now Sylvana and Steve chatted away animatedly, and before they knew it they’d arrived at the Archon’s estate.    

 

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Garm and Honoria Obek met Sylvana at the door, and the Archon extended both hands to welcome his secretary.  “Hello Sylvana, you look marv…………”  The elderly politician stopped in near shock when he noticed tiny Captain Burton standing in the extended collar of Sylvana’s blouse, directly in front of her exposed cleavage.  It brought back strange memories of a fortnight ago when he’d surprised Sylvana by the swimming pool with Steve wedged between her breasts.  He didn’t think he’d ever get used to this extremely odd couple. 

 

Steve raised his hand.  “Hello Archon.  Hello Mrs. Obek, you look lovely this evening.” 

 

“Hi there Steve”, Honoria reciprocated with much pleasure, obviously flattered by Steve’s compliment.

 

“Uh, uh, uh, hello Captain Burton.”  Garm replied nervously. 

 

Honoria took Sylvana’s hand.  “You two look wonderful; you’re the best-looking couple here tonight.” 

 

Steve glanced up at Sylvana and blew her a kiss.  They smiled at each other as if they were the happiest pair on the planet.  Garm looked on, dazed and confused. 

 

 “Everyone’s congregating in the recreation room” Honoria added.  “There’re tables with food all prepared and ready; sit anywhere.  We’ve also got a wet bar, and there’ll be dancing a little later”.

 

Steve looked at their hostess with much surprise.  “Dancing?” 

 

Sylvana peered down at him.  “Hmmm Steve, that should be fun, don’t you think?” 

 

“I guess” the tiny man replied uncertainly, though he wondered just how they were going to manage it. 

 

“Wuh, well, fine.  We’ll, uh, see you two in a bit” Garm added. 

 

Sylvana sauntered off into the interior of the house with tiny Steve perched on her collar like some seaman on the bow of a sailing ship. 

 

Garm eyed Sylvana strangely as she left, and then looked at his wife.  “I don’t know mother, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.” 

 

She touched her husband’s hand.  “Oh come now Garm.  They’re going to be saying goodbye soon.  Let them enjoy what little time they have left together.” 

 

The politician forced a smile and then clasped his hands together.  “Sure dear, it’s going to be a great party…….I think.” 

 

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Sylvana entered the recreation room, pausing just inside the doorway and taking in the moderately impressive setup.  The lighting was dim and cozy, befitting a medium-sized party.  Several long tables with decorative tablecloths were set up on the sides of the room, resplendent with an abundance of food and drink.  The area in the center had been cleared of all furniture for what she guessed was going to be the dance floor, and it was ringed on three sides by a few small two-person tables and chairs.  There was a DJ playing some light jazz, and Steve was surprised to see it was none other than Biff Bowers, the ex-boxer-turned-musician whom the little people had helped disentangle from the giant mob last year.  If not going all-out, the Obek’s still had done a very good job accommodating the twenty or twenty five giant guests already gathered in the room.    

 

Steve noted that there were a number of giants already seated and eating including Galla Placidia, Grond Harko, Bertha Fry, and some dignitaries whom Steve didn’t recognize.  The thing that really surprised him though was seeing the Spindrift on the main table.   As Sylvana approached the craft, they could discern the other little people eating at a dollhouse table set up to the front of the ship.   Steve thought it was rather odd seeing the Spindrift set amongst giant glasses, loaves of bread, and plates of meat.  A ham on the table close by was half as big as the ship!  Steve smirked, thinking that his beloved Spindrift had been reduced to the status of an ornate table decoration.  Oh well, I guess there’s no harm, he ruminated.      

 

Sylvana walked up and greeted the other guests; little people as well as her fellow giants.  Steve waved at them from his perch on her collar, and the others gave them looks ranging from delight to mild embarrassment.  Sylvana took an empty seat close to the Spindrift, and then lifted Steve off her collar and placed him on the table top.   Steve walked up to the dollhouse table and took a seat next to Galla Placidia’s boyfriend John Roberts. 

 

“Gosh Steve, I like your mode of travel.  I’ve gotta talk my Galla into getting an outfit like that” John said.

 

The others laughed, and Steve smiled but did not reply.

 

Although the eight little people were sitting reasonably close to the giants, discussion became segregated into the giants talking amongst themselves whilst the little people carried on their own conversations. 

 

John continued chatting with Steve.  “Say Steve, where did you find such a hot date?” he said jokingly.  “Sylvana looks fantastic!”   John patted him on the back, and they chuckled. 

 

Steve turned around and looked up to see Sylvana and Galla talking animatedly, and then faced back to John.  “Your Galla is pretty stunning too.  She’s the most beautiful blonde I’ve ever seen.” 

 

“Hey!” Betty exclaimed with fake anger. 

 

Steve corrected himself.  “Sorry Betty, I meant to say most beautiful blonde giant I’ve ever seen.” 

 

“That’s better I guess” she quipped.  They laughed.

 

John leaned back in his chair.  “Yeah, I think I’ll keep Galla”.  He picked up his glass.  “I’d like to propose a toast to the beautiful women of Brobdinia!” 

 

Steve picked up his glass, but Mark, the Erickson’s, Fitzhugh, and Barry hesitated, looking confused.  Steve kenned the awkward situation and came up with a quick fix.  “Yes John, and to our safe trip home.” 

 

“Here, here!”  The others chimed in enthusiastically and clicked each other’s glasses, then drank the toast.  

 

“John, you know you’re more than welcome to come back with us, we’ve got plenty of room in the Spindrift” Mark said. 

 

John shook his head in the negative.  “Thank you, but as I’ve told Steve, why would I want to return to Earth?  I’ve got heaven here living with Galla.  We have great conversation, I have all my needs taken care of, she gives me stimulating work to do helping her out with Supreme Council stuff, and we have fantastic sex!”

 

Young Barry seemed embarrassed by the comment, and he looked down and petted chipper on the giant tabletop at Barry’s feet.       

 

Valerie had never been one to mince words and loved controversy; she immediately commented on John’s assertions. “I still for the life of me haven’t figured out how you two guys keep your women satisfied?”

 

John gave her a sly smile.  “Well Valerie, let’s just say we’re capable of a delicacy of touch and attention to detail that men their own size just can’t match.”  His comment prompted some grins and blushing among the others.  Steve flashed John a prescient smile as if they were two blood brothers who shared a very intimate secret, albeit a badly kept one. 

 

“You guys are something else”, Dan remarked and rolled his eyes.

 

“If you don’t believe me just ask them.”  John nodded in the direction of the giant women conversing in the macro-world above them.  Galla noticed her little fiancé looking up at her, and she smiled and wiggled her fingers at him.  John blew her a kiss.    

 

The group of little people went largely silent for a few minutes while they ate their food and listened to the music, after which Steve steered the conversation towards more staid matters.  “Mark, so what’s the latest report on the wormhole?” 

 

The engineer set down his fork and looked over at Captain Burton.  “Grond tells me the astronomers report it’s in a nearly stationary position roughly 50,000 miles out, about where we left it three years ago.” 

 

“Great” Steve replied, trying to sound enthusiastic but falling short. 

 

“Yeah, well, as long as we can enter it the same way we got here, and assuming it takes us back to Earth and not to the furthest reaches of the universe” Mark added.   

 

The others gazed at Mark with concern evident in their faces.  Fitzhugh gulped in fear. 

 

Mark looked around at them noting they needed some reassurance.  “Theoretically we should be able to enter it just like we did the one close to Earth.  All our theories on wormholes suggest there’s a point-to-point correspondence that never changes as long as they both remain open, but we’ll just have to see.  Don’t worry though.  If it looks like it’ll be too dangerous to enter or we end up somewhere other than Earth, we should be able to return to Brobdinia the way we came.” 

 

“I should certainly hope that would not prove necessary, Mr. Wilson.  I’ve had quite enough of this preposterous planet, thank you! ” Fitzhugh replied.

 

Betty tapped Fitzhugh on the shoulder.  “Mr Fitzhugh, maybe if you found a giant girlfriend like Steve and John you’d feel differently.”

 

The portly man nearly choked on his food, and everyone had a good laugh at his expense. 

 

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Meanwhile in another size dimension up the giants were enjoying their own food, drink, and conversation. 

 

Galla turned to Sylvana.  “Dear, that’s a smashing outfit you’re wearing.  It compliments your figure perfectly and I love the funneled collar to the front for carrying Steve.  Now why didn’t I think of something like that?”

 

“I saw it at Enya’s Department Store and it didn’t take me long to put two and two together” Sylvana replied.  It’s so much more convenient for Steve and me, especially at social gatherings like this”.

 

“As long as little Steve behaves himself, huh?” Bertha Fry said glibly, blinking at Sylvana.  The three women giggled and Sylvana blushed. 

 

Galla looked at Miss Fry.  “Bertha, I’ve been meaning to tell you how much I enjoyed your show the other night.  It was wonderful.”  She turned to Miss Noor.  “Sylvana, I’m so proud of you for appearing on Bertha’s show with Steve.  You’re a braver woman than I am.  You three have done a lot for size-challenged couples like us.”  Galla smiled pleasurably, and the two women graciously acknowledged her compliments.

 

“Yes Galla, of the hundreds of calls our studio received after that show, about ten or so were from women who’ve taken little Earthmen as their boyfriends and wanting to know how they can get in touch with other couples like themselves”, Bertha noted.  “Most of the calls though came from women who admire tiny Steve and want to know where they can meet other little men.”  She sighed.  “If anyone does know, I wish they’d tell me.”  The three women touched each other and giggled. 

 

“Bertha, I’m curious”, Sylvana asked.  “Were any of the calls from Brobdinian men who’ve taken Earth women as their girlfriends?”

 

Bertha looked at her with a trace of distaste evident in her face.  “Now that you mention it we did get a one, though I feel sorry for the tiny woman.  I mean, what’s she supposed to do?”  The three women laughed so hard they startled the little people at the dollhouse table close by.  Sylvana and Galla waved at their tiny boyfriends, smiling cattily. 

 

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In a few minutes Garm Obek entered the room and walked up to the microphone set up in front of Biff’s disc jockey booth.  He tapped it a few times to make sure it was working and then addressed the audience. 

 

“Thanks everyone for coming tonight.  It’s a pleasure to see you all here.  As I’m sure you are aware by now, we’ve gathered to say farewell to Captain Burton and the crew of the Spindrift.  Indeed, there are so many people I wish to thank that I don’t know where to start.” 

 

As the Archon paused to collect his thoughts, Sylvana noticed her daughter Tarla enter the room.  She waved to her, motioning the girl to come and sit at their table. 

 

“First of all, thank you to my scientific and engineering staff headed by the esteemed Grond Harko of Nar Shadaa University.  Through your efforts we’ve been able to accumulate a wealth of knowledge from the little people….” He paused.  “Uh sorry, the Earth people”, he corrected himself.  Everyone laughed, including the Spindrift crew.  Obek motioned to Harko to stand, and the young academic, resplendent in bow tie and cardigan sweater, rose to the applause. 

 

“I would be most remiss if I didn’t recognize my lovely wife Honoria.  Thanks dear for your patience these past few months, and for your help in accommodating our very special guests.”  Mrs. Obek stood up amidst much enthusiastic applause, and she blew her husband a kiss. 

 

“Speaking of our guests…..” He looked in the direction of the Spindrift adorning the center of the largest table.  “……I would like the Spindrift crew to stand and take a bow.  As the little people rose from their dollhouse table, the Archon read off their names; giving special mention to the little ‘scientific genius’ Mark Wilson, and even remembering to include Chipper in the role call.  As Barry stood up holding his dog he glanced to his right, noticing a very pretty young giant sitting at the end of the table and giving him an enormous smile. 

 

He must be the teenage boy Captain Burton mentioned, Tarla thought.  He’s cute.  She winked at him, and Barry smiled back. 

 

“I also would like to acknowledge our esteemed Supreme Council Deputy, the Honorable Galla Placidia.  It was only through her support that we were able to carry on our work with the Earth people.  Thank you ma’am, you are as enlightened as you are beautiful.”   He stretched his hand out in her direction, and the stunning blonde woman rose, smiled at her host, and took a bow. 

 

She was about to sit down when Obek continued.  “Deputy Placidia, please remain standing for a moment.”  He then faced back to the center of the audience.  “I have some very special news this evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I’ve been informed that Deputy Placidia is now engaged to John Roberts of Earth.”  He paused for effect.  “In all my years I never thought I’d live to see one of us exchange vows with an Earthman” he said with surprise, “But just the same, Honoria and I wish you and John the best of success.” 

 

There was much murmuring in the crowd as they let what they’d heard sink in.  Honoria Obek started to clap, and most of the others soon followed suit.  Galla beamed with pleasure, then reached over and lifted her tiny fiancé off the table.  He stood upright in her hand and the couple waved at the audience.  Galla brought John close to her face and planted a kiss on of his head.  The women in the audience started getting up from their seats, followed albeit reluctantly by the men.  Ooo’s and ahhh’s could be heard from the women as the unusual couple kissed.  Sylvana looked down at Steve standing on the table and the two exchanged self-conscious glances.  It was nearly a minute before the applause subsided, and when Galla set John down on the table, Sylvana and Bertha gave her congratulatory hugs. 

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, there’s one more very special couple I’d like to acknowledge, as if one weren’t enough.”  There was some chuckling in the audience in response to his levity, and Obek looked in the direction of his secretary.  Sylvana Noor and Captain Steve Burton, would you please stand.” 

 

Following on from the example of Galla and John, Sylvana stood up, lifting Steve off the table and setting him standing in her hand, both facing the host. 

 

Obek looked at his secretary.  “Sylvana, you’ve been my right hand for ten years, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.  You’re the best executive assistant ever!”

 

There was much clapping and cheers from the guests, not the least of which was Steve clapping and yelling “Bravo Sylvana!” from the palm of her hand. 

 

Obek continued.  “What’s more, I’m afraid I owe you an apology for my initial opposition to your friendship with Captain Burton.”

 

“Thank you Archon”, Sylvana responded with much pride and graciousness. 

 

“I admit I was being perhaps a bit narrow-minded and short-sited.  You’ll have to forgive an old fool who’s set in his ways.  (laughs).  Your friendship with Captain Burton helped forge a stronger bond between us and the Earth people, and I think made the work we’ve done with them much more productive and fruitful than it otherwise would have been.”  He gave his secretary a big, warm smile.   “Sylvana, I’m doubling your salary effective immediately.” 

 

Sylvana opened her mouth wide with joy and astonishment, and the sudden reflexive movement of her huge body caught Steve by surprise.  He lost his footing and nearly fell out of her hand, but his giant girlfriend brought up her other hand and cupped them together just in time to catch him.  The guests clapped enthusiastically, as much for Sylvana’s rescue of Steve as Obek’s compliments.  Regaining his composure, Steve stood up and raised his arms towards his giant girlfriend.  She moved her face close to the tiny man and they kissed; their exchange of affection lasting even longer than Galla and John’s had.  They received the strongest applause thus far, and the Archon was beginning to wonder when they were going to come up for air when Sylvana finally took her lips off Steve and set him on the table.  The applause died down, Sylvana returned to her seat, and the Archon made his concluding remarks while Steve wiped the lipstick off with a huge napkin.

 

“Well ladies and gentlemen, my wife has given me the signal that I should sit down and shut up……”  He paused to wink at Honoria, who gave him a wry smile while the audience chuckled.  “I’m sure everyone would like to continue with the festivities, so far be it for me to hold things up.  Biff Bowers is going to play some dance music for the a little while, so feel free to dance, mingle, eat, whatever, though I would admonish some of you ladies to be careful where you step on the dance floor.”  He looked in the direction of Sylvana and Galla as he made this last comment, provoking much laughter from the audience.

 

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The music volume went up a couple notches, and the party quickly degenerated into a much less formal affair than it had begun.  Mark observed the giants at the party and commented that it seemed much like parties back on Earth - people falling in with their clique buddies, schmoozing and ingratiating themselves with the more prominent guests and generally playing social climber.  There was a sizeable group congregating around Galla Placidia and Sylvana Noor with their two tiny men.   Archon Obek looked on most approvingly at this, thinking Sylvana now seemed to be good friends with the woman who was for all intents and purposes his boss.

 

Barry was busy feeding Chipper some of the meat from his plate when he was startled by a giant voice behind him.  “Hi there little boy, I’m Tarla Noor, what’s your name?”

 

Barry got up from his chair, and turning around found himself looking into the huge brown eyes of the beautiful young girl he had been exchanging glances with earlier.   She was in a crouching position, nearly at eye level with Barry.  Her huge hands were braced against the top of the table for support just a few feet from him. 

 

“Uh, uh, hi”, he nervously replied.  “I’m Barry Lockridge, and this is my dog Chipper.” 

 

“I’m pleased to meet you both”, she responded pleasurably.  The giant girl reflected on how although the tiny boy appeared to be a few years younger than her, this was no big deal.  He sure is a cute little thing.  She smiled.

 

“Well now Barry Lockridge”, I hope you and Chipper are enjoying the party.”   She batted her eyes and gazed down adoringly at Barry.   

 

“Yes Tarla.  It’s very nice” he replied, unable to think of anything better to say to get a conversation going.  Barry was still feeling a little nervous at the site of the giant girl, though he in fact had wanted to meet her and was glad she’d approached him.  He thought uneasily that not only was Tarla very nice, but with her long red locks and big, beautiful smile she was every bit as pretty as the giant girl Shiva Torridge; his first crush.   

 

Fortunately for Barry, Tarla felt no temerity and she completed ‘breaking the ice’ between them.  “Barry, would you like to go and sit with me at a table by the dance floor and listen to music?”

 

By now Mark, Dan and the girls were out walking around the giant table on the starboard side of the Spindrift, so only Fitzhugh was left with the boy and Chipper.  Barry responded enthusiastically to her proposition, and he ran over to accost Fitzhugh, predictably still eating. 

 

“Mr. Fitzhugh, could you watch Chipper while I go and sit with Tarla?”  Barry motioned up to the giant girl, who looked down on the portly little man with a grin. 

 

“Alright Barry, though I think she should get the approval of her mother.”  He took a big gulp from his wine glass.

 

The giant girl placed a hand palm-up on the table, and Barry eagerly walked onto it. When Fitzhugh looked up from his drink he saw Barry being cupped in Tarla’s hands and ascending as if he were on some construction worker’s platform. 

 

Fitzhugh stood up.  “Be sure to check with your moth………”  They were already well out of earshot.  Kids these days, I don’t know what they’re in to!   

 

Being true to her word, Tarla approached her mother who was busily chatting with Galla, Miss Fry, and the two little men Steve and John.  “Mom, can I take Barry and sit out by the dance floor?”

 

She looked at the tiny boy cupped in her hands, and it appeared to Sylvana that her daughter had presented her with a fait accompli.  “OK dear, but I want you staying where I can see you.”  Sylvana looked down at Captain Burton who had been sitting on a matchbox next to her dinner plate, and she leaned down and rested her hand close to him.  “Steve, do you mind hon?” 

 

“No, as long as she’s careful with him” he replied.  Steve looked up at the giant girl, and Tarla, remembering their last encounter at her mother’s house, winked at him.

 

Steve grinned and shook his head, then waived at her.  As Tarla walked off to the dance floor table with Barry, Sylvana called after her; “Now you two kids behave yourselves!”  

 

Galla had been talking to her tiny fiancé John, and she looked at Sylvana.  “You know dear, if I didn’t know any better I would say, well, like mother like daughter, perhaps????”  She let out a laugh, and others joined in.  Steve thought with some humor that Barry had scored a touchdown getting the attentions of Sylvana’s beautiful daughter.  He waxed for a moment uncomfortably at where that train of thought might lead, and turned his attentions back to Tarla’s mother. 

 

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The lights dimmed and the tempo of the music picked up.  The guests continued mingling; giants with giants, little people with little people, as well as the two mixed pairings of Sylvana/Steve and Galla/John.  Sylvana had been conversing with Steve; something which was not always easy to do even in a totally quiet environment, and it was nearly impossible now over the dance music.  She noticed Galla gazing in the direction of the dance floor and smiling, and when Sylvana looked she saw her daughter apparently dancing alone.  She swung her body around to get a better view, and what she saw made her gasp in astonishment.  There at the feet of Tarla and dancing more or less in time with her was the tiny boy Barry.  Although a potentially dangerous situation, Sylvana was relieved to see that Tarla was keeping her eyes on Barry and making sure her feet didn’t get too near him.   She smiled, thinking how cute they looked. 

 

Steve was wondering what the women were glaring at with such interest, and it took him yelling at the top of his lungs to get Sylvana’s attention.   When he finally did so, she lifted him off the table and set him on the fold of her collar.  He was even more astonished than Sylvana when he saw Barry dancing with her daughter.

 

Sylvana and Steve noticed Galla get up with John in her hand and head to the dance floor.  She set her little man down not far from Barry, and now there were two women dancing with tiny Earthmen.  Sylvana gave her lover a mischievous smile, and Steve immediately knew what she had in mind.  She got up from her chair and Steve lost his footing, but regained it by quickly grabbing one of the sides of the “V” in her blouse.  The momentum of her movement, however, forced him right into her cleavage. 

 

“Ohhhhhh Steve, can’t you wait until later?”  Sylvana quipped playfully.  “Not that I’m complaining.”  She laughed. 

 

Steve pulled his head up from where it had been embedded against her left breast, and before he could turn around Sylvana had wrapped her fingers around him.  The next thing he knew he was on the floor facing the giant woman’s sexy silver shoes.

 

Sylvana started lifting her feet up and down in time to the music.  Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump!  The floor tremored slightly beneath Steve but he retained his balance.  Looking around he noticed Barry and John dancing with much enthusiasm.  Steve seemed to be in a triangle with the other two little people as the three giant women ringed them to the outside.

 

“Come on Steve, don’t be a spoilsport.”  He looked up to see Sylvana glancing down at him and smiling expectantly. 

 

Oh well, when in Borbdignag, do as the Brobdinians do, Steve thought humorously.  He shook his head feeling a tad foolish, but began to dance anyway.  The music sounded like good old-fashioned 70’s Earth rock and roll, which made it easy for him to get into the spirit of things.  It was a very rhythmic, danceable song, and before long he found he was actually enjoying himself.  It had after all been many years since he’d had the opportunity to dance, even while back on Earth.  In any case Steve always enjoyed looking up the expanse of Sylvana’s long, sexy legs.

Meanwhile two of the other giant women at the party were feeling left out, and they moved to correct this.

Honoria Obek walked over to the main table.  “Why hello there Mr. Fitzhugh” she said brightly.

 

Fitzhugh looked up from the second course he had been working on.  “Good evening Mrs. Obek”, he said stiffly.

 

She bent down to better talk with the tiny man.  “Would you do me the honor of this dance?” 

 

Fitzhugh found the idea of dancing with the gargantuan creature preposterous, but he tried to make an excuse so as not to offend their hostess.  “Madame, under normal circumstances I would love to oblige you, but just now I’m rather busy enjoying the delicious meal you’ve so graciously provided.”

 

Mark and Valerie and Dan and Betty listened with much interest and tried goading him into accepting, but Fitzhugh remained adamant.

 

The giant woman however was not to be denied.  “Oh come now Mr. Fitzhugh, the food will still be here when you get back.  Garm doesn’t want to dance, and your other little friends look like their having such a good time.”

 

Before he knew what was happening he felt giant fingers come down over his head.  Her fingertips made contact with his chest and shoulders, pulling him up out of his seat.  Fitzhugh’s legs dangled back and forth as he suddenly found himself airborne.  “Madame, this is an outrage!  Put me down this instant!” 

 

The other three little people waved goodbye.  “Have fun Fitz, and be good!” Dan said with a big grin. 

 

Steve was surprised to see another couple join them on the dance floor.  Fitzhugh tried running away, but wherever he went he was met by Honoria’s gigantic shoes blocking his path.  Steve took a break from his own dancing to give the man some encouragement.  Steve put a hand on his back.  “Come on Fitz, relax.  We’re leaving tomorrow.”  He gazed in the direction of Honoria’s white high heels and nylons, and looking up could see that she was peering down on them and smiling.  “She’s a nice lady Fitz, and actually pretty cute too.”  He winked and Fitzhugh rolled his eyes, though Steve had meant what he said; remembering with some fondness the time that Honoria had kissed Steve.   “She’s done a lot for us and I’m sure it tickles her pink to get a chance to dance with you.”

 

“Alright Captain, if you insist” the ex-con artist replied.  “As long as she doesn’t step on me!” 

 

Steve patted him on the shoulder.  “Knock her dead Fitz!”  Captain Burton grinned and then returned to his place at Sylvana’s feet.   

 

Fitzhugh walked up to within a few yards of the giant woman who had already begun dancing, and he attempted to gyrate and wiggle his body in some semblance of rhythm.  The other little people looked at him and grinned, thinking that although rock and roll was definitely not his generation, they had to admire him for trying.   Steve looked up and saw that Honoria Obek for her part was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

 

Meanwhile Dan had gotten Grond Harko to give him and Betty a lift over to the DJ booth so he could renew his acquaintance with fellow trumpet player Biff Bowers.  This left just Mark, Valerie, and Chipper remaining at the dollhouse table close to the Spindrift.  Bertha Fry made her move.  She strolled up to the table and startled the Earth couple by setting her huge glass down next to them.  “Hi there Mark, wanna dance?” 

 

Her fingers remained in contact with the glass, poised to pick up the little man and take him to the dance floor.  Mark thought as he glanced at her long, immaculately manicured finger nails that although Bertha was reasonably attractive as giants go and that getting out on the dance floor with the others might be fun, for one thing he didn’t quite have the same admiration for these giant women as Steve and John did, and for another, the whole thing was quite out of the question with Valerie nearby.   “Thanks Miss Fry, but I think I’ll pass.” 

 

Like Mrs. Obek she was disinclined to take no for an answer, and emboldened by the wine, Bertha had every intention of having her way with the tiny man.  By this time Valerie had come up next to Mark and put her hands possessively on his shoulder. 

 

Bertha leaned down with her head hovering close to the little people.  “Ah come on Mark.  Wouldn’t you like to be with a real women rather than that little trollop?”  She licked her lips and brushed a hand through her long hair. 

 

Valerie looked up at the giant journalist with indignation.  “Hey, who you calling a trollop, you overgrown she beast!” 

 

“Careful Valerie”, Mark murmured.  “She is after all a giant.”

 

“I don’t care if she’s the Queen of Sheba!  She takes you out on that dance floor over my dead body!”

 

Bertha laughed.  “Don’t give me any ideas, little ladybug.” 

 

Mark sensed things might get ugly, and looking over at the Spindrift saw their avenue of escape.  When Bertha momentarily took her glance off the two little people to take a sip of wine, he saw their chance.  Mark grabbed Valerie’s arm and they quickly made their way to the Spindrift entrance followed by a barking Chipper.  When Bertha noticed them bolting, she followed them around the table to the Spindrift door.  Bertha reached out for Mark, but a bit too late.  Her fingers reached inside the door just as Mark hit the close button, and the door jammed in on her index and middle fingers.

 

“Ouch!” she exclaimed.  Bertha removed her hand and grasped it with the other.

 

She didn’t noticed Obek walk up behind her.  “Anything the matter, Miss Fry?” 

 

“No Archon, I, I just broke a nail, that’s all.”  She dejectedly walked back to her seat and pouted, trying to solace herself with her wine. 

 

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Out on the dance floor the four women and their tiny partners were causing quite a stir.  At first Archon Obek was vehemently opposed to what he perceived as being unnecessarily dangerous to the little people and ridiculous in the extreme, but after much imploring from the women and promises of exercising due care he acquiesced.  Most of the giants at the party were now gathered around, watching the spectacle of the tiny men dancing near the feet of the women.   By now the little men could see nothing but an unbroken ring of giant legs forming a decidedly strange perimeter around them.  

 

When the current song ended and a new, equally energetic one began, Galla slipped off her shoes, and taking the queue from her, Sylvana and Honoria slid off their own.  Galla’s little partner John surprised everyone by stepping into one of her dressy heels.  The sight of the tiny man standing inside the woman’s shoe scandalized the giant men and delighted the women.  Galla got down on her knees and smiled gleefully at her tiny fiancé’s amorous gesture, and John blew her a kiss with both hands.  Steve at first was tempted to jump into one of Sylvana’s heels but decided against it, thinking that such a thing was best left to his and Sylvana’s private encounters.   

 

Tarla Noor reached down to unbuckle the straps of her dress sandals, and Barry noticing this, looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Let me Tarla!”  It did, after all, seem to him like the gentlemanly thing to do. 

 

Even though Tarla was bending down close to Barry, she still would not have understood him over the music had she not seen the tiny boy motioning towards her nearest foot.  She gazed down at him with surprise and pleasure.  “Please do Barry.” 

 

Tarla was careful to remain still while Barry moved around underfoot.  The teen thought as he reached up to unbuckle the right sandal that if her ankle had been any higher up her shoe straps would have been out of reach!  He did, however, find the site of her shapely feet and manicured toes strangely pleasing.

 

Something only vaguely sensed by Barry but definitely kenned by Steve, John, and Fitzhugh was that on Earth a woman taking off her shoes in front of her date was usually a clear ‘green light’ from the woman, and the three men had no reason to believe the custom any different among the giants.  Steve thought that dancing with the women sans shoes was actually more practical, as the music was no longer punctuated by the sometimes loud and jolting THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, of giant high heels in close proximity.  Steve moved up closer to Sylvana, and the giant woman started twirling around on her toes like a ballerina.  Looking up he could see her skirt flare out, creating a gust of air around him and exposing traces of her undergarments nearly forty feet above.  Steve started feeling very aroused.  This giant woman is so much fun to be around.  I’m going to miss her, he thought with a trace of wistfulness.    

 

Steve glanced at John off to his left, now out of Galla’s shoe and dancing between her stocking feet.  He could see that they were really getting into the mood.  The giant woman lowered herself until her loose-fitting skirt totally enclosed him!  When after a few moments she lifted herself up, Steve could see John raising his hands imploringly as if begging her to lower herself again!

 

In another minute the song faded and everyone clapped enthusiastically.  John walked up to Galla and wrapped his tiny arms as far as he could around her ankle.   Steve approached Sylvana as she arched a foot up on her toes.  The heart anklet he had made her dangled sexily around the ankle.  He grasped her foot on the side with both hands and placed a slow, lingering kiss on it.  The soft, silken-covered flesh felt heavenly to his lips.  Barry eagerly kissed Tarla several times on the toes.  Fitzhugh seemed hesitant, but with Honoria Obek looking down on him expectantly, he placed a kiss on her ankle.  I wish Garm would do that, Honoria mused.  The audience applauded the curious display of affection by the tiny men.

 

The DJ Biff addressed the crowd on the PA system.  “OK ladies and gents, I think it’s time we slowed things down a bit.” 

 

The four women smiled at each other and nodded, then peered down at their tiny partners.  The slow, romantic song began, and almost in unison they reached down and picked up their men.  Sylvana held Steve up against her left breast with one hand and then started slowly rotating her body.  Her eyes met those of her daughter and Sylvana flashed a half-serious stare, signaling to Tarla not to be too frisky with the under-aged Barry.

 

The music was beautiful; ethereal even.  Steve moved up out of her grasp until only his legs remained enclosed by her hand.  He pushed his tiny hands tiny into her magnificent mound, and her nipple nudged at him through the blouse.  He stretched his left arm out beyond the fold of the blouse, and groping around for a moment found the exposed portion of her cleavage.  She giggled in delight.  The two lovers lost themselves in the music. 

 

Steve arched his head up to see his giant lady looking down at him and licking her moist red lips.  “Sylvana, I’m really going to miss you”.

 

“Oh Steve, I’ve been depressed about it ever since your test flight last week” she said with much sorrow.

 

Steve felt Sylvana gently squeeze his midsection, and he responded by pushing his chest up against her cleavage. 

 

“I don’t know what to say Sylvana.  I’ve been bummed too.  I can’t stay here, but I don’t want to leave either.”       

 

She gently caressed his back with a finger from her free hand.  “Don’t worry about it Steve.  We’ll talk later, and besides, we still have tonight”. 

 

Steve reached out towards her face.  “Sylvana, I love you!” 

 

She sighed with pleasure, and as he lay against her bosom, proceeded to kiss the tiny man on the top of his head.  Unbeknownst to them, everyone in the room, save the other dancers were staring at them in wonder. 

 

The music faded with a forlorn, lamenting guitar solo, and Steve and Sylvana were still kissing when the Archon’s voice intruded on their euphoria.   “Ladies and Gentlemen, I hate to end things when everyone’s having such a good time….”

 

Ooo’s, ah’s, and sighs from the audience.     

 

“Now, now, as I’m sure most everyone knows, the Spindrift will be lifting off at 7PM sharp tomorrow.  That means I expect everyone here not later than 3PM…..”  He looked in the direction of the dance floor.  “…..hello Sylvana and Steve.”  Sylvana lifted Steve off her chest, and gave her boss a self-conscious grin.

     

“Before we conclude the evening’s festivities though, I thought it’d be appropriate for Sylvana to sing for us.  Come over here my dear.”

 

Enthusiastic claps. 

 

Sylvana smiled at the crowd and then walked over to the DJ table.  Obek took his seat, and Sylvana placed Steve next to Dan and Betty.  She returned to the dinner table, taking off her dress jacket and placing it over a chair.  Reaching in her large purse, she pulled out and put on a netted hat with a feather crown and a pair of long, elegant gloves, and then strolled back to the DJ booth.  Steve was speechless as he took in her subtle, incredibly sexy change in appearance.  Sylvana’s lightly muscled upper arms looked sensuously smooth and curvy.  Her wondrous cleavage was now even more exposed than before.  The black gloves gave her a classy, classic look, and the interesting head piece imparted to Sylvana a slightly dark and melancholy, but still sultry appearance. 

 

Syvlana exchanged a few words with Biff as she gave him a cassette, and then faced the audience.

 

“This is a little song I wrote called ‘Stay with Me’.  I’m dedicating it to my dear, dear friend, Captain Steve Burton.”  She looked down at Steve on the table and blew him a kiss, and the crowd applauded. 

 

The DJ inserted the tape into his player and switched it on.  Soft music crept up through the air, and after the brief piano intro Sylvana began to sing. 

 

When you came into my life, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

You were so fantastic, such a tiny size.

Though worlds were between us, you filled my life with bliss.

You made me smile, laugh, and sing; all the things I’d missed.       

 

The more we stay together, the harder is to part.

We spend enchanted nights in paradise, and that’s just a start.

When people see me holding you, they don’t understand.

Men my own size just don’t fit the plan.

  

Stay with me, let me be there when you wake.

Stay with me, I’ll give you all the love you can take.   

Stay with me, let us never be undone.

Stay with me, I’ll follow you………to the sun.

 

The audience listened in rapt silence to her beautiful alto voice.  In the short piano interlude that followed Sylvana faced Steve standing on the table.  She put a hand over her chest and stared at the tiny man with a longing, forlorn gaze.  She reached down for him and he walked onto her gloved hand.   She then faced the audience, holding the microphone in one hand and Steve in the other. Sitting in her palm, Steve looked up in awe at her sensuous red lips and deep blue eyes.  He felt the warm, soft breeze of her breath flow across his face as she continued singing.

 

Cruel words were spoken, about our extraordinary love.

But we proved them wrong, with things impossible to dream of. 

To feel your strength in my hand, is all I crave.

Please be there for me, the rest of my days.

 

Stay with me, let me be there when you wake.

Stay with me, I’ll give you all the love you can take.  

Stay with me, let us never be undone.

Stay with me, I’ll follow you………..to the sun.

To the sun, to the sun, to the sun!

 

The song seemed to end as quickly as it had begun, and at first there was an eerie silence as the crowd contemplated Sylvana’s very sensitive and personal tribute to her tiny boyfriend.  All at once a few started to clap, and they were shortly joined by the rest of the audience. Within moments the applause was so great that it would have drowned out any music.  Sylvana took a bow and waved, giving her admirers a glowing smile.  She lifted Steve up to her face, and the most unusual couple kissed passionately for a long moment.  The applause redoubled, and Sylvana stretched out her hand, palm up, with Steve standing on it.  They waved at the crowd, and as if on queue the DJ turned up the lights. 

 

Obek walked up to his secretary, still clapping.  “My dear, that was wonderful, glorious even, you brought tears to my eyes.  Thank you Sylvana.”

 

“You’re welcome Garm”, she replied warmly.  She wrapped her fingers around Steve to prevent dropping him and then gave her boss a kiss on the cheek.  To Steve it seemed strange seeing her kissing another man while holding him in her hand, even if it was the Archon.  He grinned.

 

The politician addressed the party one last time.  “OK everyone, feel free to stay and mingle for a little longer, but again, keep in mind that we have a big day tomorrow.  Thanks for coming. Goodnight.” 

 

The crowd clapped one final time in appreciation of the Obeks and Sylvana.  Some congregated for additional socializing while a few others bade their farewells and started making their way out of the house.  More than a few could be heard talking about Sylvana and Galla and their tiny boyfriends, and thinking they’d have some juicy gossip for weeks to come!           

 

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Sylvana carried Steve back to the dinner table where the Spindrift was located.  “Steve, wait here a minute while I freshen up in the ladies powder room.  That is, unless you’d like to come with me” she said with a catty grin.

 

“That’s, uh, OK Sylvana.  I think I’ll wait right here” he replied with equal amusement.

 

Steve looked up lovingly at his giant girlfriend.  “Sylvana, your song was beautiful.  Thank you dear.  If you’re trying to make it hard for me to leave tomorrow, you’re doing a great job.”

 

“Why Steve, that’s the whole idea!”  She smiled and gently brushed a finger against the tiny man’s side, then turned on her heel and walked out of the room.   

 

Steve strolled over to the dollhouse table to have a few more bites to eat, but a moment later he was interrupted by the voice of another giant woman looming above and behind him.  “Hi there Steve, I’ve wanted to chat with you all evening.”

 

He turned around to see Bertha Fry peering down on him with that admiring look he’d sort of become accustomed to from the giant women these days.  He had to admit though that she did look very nice in her one-piece beige dress, and from where he was standing on the table he couldn’t help but notice her curvy thighs directly in his line of vision.   

 

“Why sure Bertha.  I’ve got a minute before Syvlana returns.  What’d you like to talk about?”  

 

“Oh, just things”, she said as she not-so-subtly swayed her pelvis back and forth before him.  She looked around to see if anyone was watching, and satisfied that the coast was clear quickly reached down and grabbed the tiny Earthman. 

 

Steve instinctively squirmed within the giant’s unexpected grasp.  “Hey, what’s the big idea!” 

 

Bertha held him up to her face.  “Don’t worry Steve, I’m just taking you to the Obek’s living room where we can be a little more comfortable, and, uh, a little more, private.”  She giggled.

 

Steve at first had been tempted to cry out for help, but his instincts told him that this was probably not going to be a repeat of the Dektora Lefay incident.  Also, he had to admit that he’d always had a sneaking admiration for the lovely giant journalist.  He looked up unto her immense, doe-like eyes.  “Alright Bertha, but Sylvana just went to the ladies’ room and I don’t expect she’ll be gone long.”   

 

“Don’t worry Steve, you’ll be safe with me” she said with a wink. 

 

Bertha left the large recreation room where a few scattered groups of guests were still congregating and in a moment arrived in the Obek’s sumptuous living room.  Spying a cozy-looking love seat, she set Captain Burton on the armrest and proceeded to sit down, crossing her legs as she did.  She bobbed her lower leg alluringly as Captain Burton looked on. 

 

Steve folded his arms and gazed up at her, trying to avoid the distraction she was creating with her legs. “So Bertha, what’d you like to discuss?”

 

She leaned back and put a finger on her cheek.  “Oh, nothing Steve, just that I’ve been madly in love from the moment I first set eyes on you.”  She giggled, imparting a half-joking, half-serious demeanor. 

 

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying his best not to take what the woman was saying too seriously. 

 

Bertha leaned her head close to the tiny man.  “Remember the time I found you hiding on Lieutenant Grayson’s desktop?”       

 

“How could I forget Bertha, though it seemed to me at the time your attitude towards us bordered on xenophobic.” 

 

She looked away and waved her hand.  “Oh that.  I went to an analyst shortly after the ‘Deadly Dart’ incident, and she made me realize my outward hostility was just a defense mechanism to hide the fact that I secretly admired you.” 

 

Steve placed his hands on his hips and looked up at her, feeling conflicting emotions of pleasure and trepidation.  “I guess I’m flattered Bertha, though at the time I couldn’t understand why someone so lovely and intelligent could be so frosty towards us.” 

 

Steve’s own apparent admiration surprised her, and she gave him a glowing smile.  Bertha slowly, enticingly, uncrossed her legs, and Steve watched in wonder as she arched her foot up and over him, setting her lower leg down just behind him on the arm rest.  He turned his head in the direction of her shapely, if huge, sandaled foot dangling over the edge just a few feet away.  The clean, lotioned smell emanating from her skin filled his nostrils, and he put a hand on her leg just above the ankle.  It felt silken and smooth to the touch, much like Sylvana’s.  Steve looked back in the direction of Bertha’s face, and allowing his gaze to fall, noticed that due to the way Bertha was sitting the hem of her already short dress had moved up her thighs to the point were the ‘forbidden zone’ was nearly exposed.  Steve with some difficulty lifted his gaze.     

 

Bertha gave him an adoring smile and spoke with all the sex appeal she could muster.  “Steve, must you go back to Earth?  Why don’t you come home with me?  I’d take care of you, dress you, kiss you……..love you.  We’d have so much fun together.”   

 

Steve stared up at the giant journalist, unsure how to respond.  He sighed, allowing his eyes to take in Bertha’s long dark hair, pan the expanse of her intoxicating legs, and lose himself in her warm, alluring smile and huge, gorgeous eyes.  For a moment, just for a moment, he considered the possibilities of going with this beautiful giant.  She compared very well with Sylvana, and in some ways even surpassed her.  Since renewing his acquaintance with Miss Fry a few months ago about the same time he’d met Syvlana,   she’d turned out to be a very charming woman.  He imagined himself lying nude in that long luxurious hair.  It was also not lost on Steve that she looked to be about six or seven years younger than Sylvana; very close to his own age.  Steve, had, however, learned the hard way courtesy of Doctor Lefay that it could be extremely dangerous ‘playing the field’ with these giant women.  But all this was academic, he thought.  If all went well he’d be on his way back to Earth tomorrow.

 

While Steve was ruminating Bertha snuck a hand up behind him, and before he could react had wrapped her fingers around his torso and legs.  She lifted him off the arm rest, and bringing him up to her face, placed a sultry, wet kiss all over his head; something that for several reasons he did not attempt to resist.  Although taken aback, Steve was at the same time aroused by her bold come-on.  After a long, lingering moment Bertha withdrew her lips from his face, but continued to glare at him with big eyes and a three-foot wide smile. 

 

He rested his hands against her index finger to steady his body. “Bertha, I enjoyed that but, uh…..”

 

“Yes Steve?” 

 

“Well, you’re very charming and attractive, and had we met under different circumstances a year ago things might have been different between us, but it’s far too late now.” 

 

She gave him a wistful, pouting look, and then forced a smile.  “I understand Steve, but thanks for the compliment, and the kiss.” 

 

“The pleasure was mine Bertha.” 

 

She set Steve back down on the arm rest, and he placed a hand on her ankle, lightly caressing it. 

 

Steve noticed Bertha look up in surprise, and a second later he heard a familiar voice behind and above him.  “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” 

 

Steve quickly removed his hands from Bertha’s ankle, and turned around to be met by the confused gaze of his giant girlfriend looking down at them.  “Uh, uh Sylvana………” 

 

Bertha quickly lifted her leg off the arm rest, straightened her dress, and gave the secretary an innocent look.  “Hi Sylvana, I, I was just watching the little man until you returned.”

 

“Yes, I see” Sylvana responded, with a trace of hurt evident in her face and voice.  Steve thought she might cry. 

 

Steve attempted to reassure his clearly distraught girlfriend.  “Sylvana dear, we were just saying goodbye.  I mean, I’ve known Bertha for a long time.”  It was sort of a half-truth, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment. 

 

“That’s fine”, Sylvana replied none-too convincingly.  “Are you ready to go Steve?”

 

“Ready when you are dear”, he said as he raised his arms in anticipation of her grasp. 

 

Sylvana reached down and lifted Steve off the armrest.  He couldn’t help but notice, however, that although she was not exactly being rough with him, that her grip around his body was not quite the gentle, pleasurable embrace that it usually was.  Much to Steve’s surprise she did not set him on her blouse collar, but instead opened up her purse and dropped him in.  His body fell roughly against her lipstick cylinder and cosmetics dish.  She closed her purse and he was immediately covered in darkness.  Syvlana didn’t say a word to Miss Fry before leaving, nor did she take Steve out of her purse for the ride home. 

 

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9:35 PM

 

Steve thought he heard crying coming from the living room.  It was faint, but he felt reasonably certain that’s what it was.  He reflected uncomfortably that Sylvana must still be upset with him over Bertha Fry.  Though the encounter was not entirely his fault, he was feeling more than a little guilty that he had in fact enjoyed it.

 

Steve got up from the couch and walked out the door of his dollhouse.  He strolled briskly across the giant carpet and in a moment had entered the living room.  Looking up, he saw Sylvana sitting on the couch with her head in her hands, crying.  He ran across the floor to her, and presently found himself standing before Sylvana’s feet.  Steve regarded approvingly her dressy silver high heels, and then allowed his gaze to follow her gorgeous legs twenty feet up to her shapely knees.  Standing next to her as he was, her face was out of site beyond the edge of the couch. 

 

Steve reached out and touched her nearest foot just below the ankle.   He started caressing her, moving his hand slowly across the smooth, silky nylon.  His touch caught her by surprise, and she reflexively moved her foot closer to the couch.  He closed the distance and continued stroking her foot. 

 

Sylvana leaned her upper body forward and peered down, speaking between sobs at the little man at her feet.  “St, Ste, Steve……..You know you shouldn’t surprise me like that.” 

 

Steve craned his neck back and looked up at her face looming forty feet above.   He tried his best to project his voice without shouting.  “Don’t cry Sylvana.  I’m sorry about Miss Fry.  She grabbed me before I could do anything and………”  He paused, unsure of how to best explain himself. 

 

The giant woman put her hands on her knees and lowered her head further.  “Oh Steve, I’m not really worried about that anymore.  It’s just that, that, I can’t bear the thought of you leaving.”  Her crying increased in intensity.  “I, I guess I was living in a dream world…..”  Sobs   “…..thinking this day would never come.”  Sobs 

 

“I know Sylvana, I feel the same” he replied.  Steve by now was feeling pretty depressed himself.  Crying was not something he did often, but he found his eyes starting to water.  He continued massaging the side of her foot, moving towards the vamp of her shoe.  He found the exposed area between her big and second toe, and pushing down on the hosiery starting rubbing the area around the base of her toes.  The giant woman evidently liked this, as her crying began to subside. 

 

Steve continued to caress her foot for a few more moments, when without warning she reached down and grabbed him from behind.  “Come here Steve.”  As Sylvana lifted him up she slid her feet from her shoes, and then lay back on the couch with her head against the armrest and legs stretched out and feet propped against the sofa backrest. 

 

The next thing Steve knew he was standing on her lower abdomen.  He peered up into her huge blue, luminescent eyes, still bloodshot from crying.  He slowly walked up and over her breasts, and upon arriving at her face reached up and wiped his hand over a three-inch wide tear that was lingering on her cheek.  He wiped the liquid across his mouth, and found the salty-sweet taste oddly invigorating.  “Sylvana, even your tears taste wonderful.”

 

She uttered a pleasurable laugh, and Steve could feel his body rise and fall with her momentarily increased respirations.  “Steve, you are so funny at times.  I love it.” 

 

He smiled, thinking he seemed to have broken his giant girlfriend’s crying spell.

 

Being careful not to move her chest too much with her tiny lover standing on it, she carefully reached over and retrieved her wine glass from the end table and took a sip out of it. 

 

“Hey, where’s mine?”  Steve asked jokingly. 

 

Without saying a word, she moved the wine glass next to him; the top of the glass level with his chest.  Knowing that it would be difficult if not impossible to drink directly out of the huge glass, he reached over the edge and retrieved some of the refreshment with his cupped hands.  The tart, tangy wine was delicious. 

 

Sylvana lifted the glass up to her face and took another sip.  She then gazed at the little man standing on her chest with a longing look.  “Steve, these past two months with you have been magical.  I, I just can’t believe it’s over”, she said wistfully. 

 

Steve moved closer to her face and stoked her chin, then tenderly placed a kiss on her lower lip.  He found the taste of the wine mixed with the lipstick very arousing.  Retracting his face from her lip, he grasped her chin with both hands and peered up into her eyes.  “Not quite over hon.” He looked at his watch.  “It’s about quarter to ten.  Taking the Archon at his word that he wants us at his place by 3PM, I would say that gives us about thirteen hours, counting sleep.”

 

Her face brightened considerably.  “Who needs sleep?” she said with much merriment and anticipation. 

 

Steve put a hand to his chest.  “Not me” he said with a grin. 

 

“Well my little man, what should we do first?” she said playfully as she gently poked him on the stomach with her finger. 

 

Steve put his hands on his hips.  “Come to think of it honey, there’s something I’ve wanted to do for you for a long time.”

 

This sparked her curiosity.  “Oh really Steve, like what?”

 

He gazed up at her with a mischievous grin.  “A pedicure.” 

 

“Oh, oh Steve, what a wonderful idea!” she excitedly replied.   

   

10:15 PM

 

Steve stood on the bar in his bath robe with his giant love sitting on a stool before him.  The lighting was low, and Sylvana had put on some light, ambient music, creating a decidedly mysterious, yet romantic atmosphere.   Every few bars the woman singer on the tape would chant the words “Beautiful……Strange”.  Sylvana had changed into an incredibly sexy two-piece miniskirt outfit, and although only her blouse was visible to him standing as he was on the bar, he looked forward to getting a full body view later.   

 

Sylvana took a drink from her wine goblet and then set it down next to him.   Steve noted that it was nearly twice as tall as he.  It curved up and then inward, with a lip he guessed was at least three feet in diameter. 

 

She placed her hands under her chin and gazed down at him admiringly.  “Steve, you did a wonderful job on my pedicure.  That’s something else a man’s never done for me.”

 

“It was my pleasure dear, I enjoyed doing it.” 

 

“If you opened a salon you’d have women lined up for miles.”  They chuckled at her compliment. 

 

She smiled.  “Steve, doesn’t this remind you of our first night together, what, over two months ago?”

 

He propped a hand against the curved main body of the glass just above the stem.   “Yes it does dear, except that you’re even more beautiful now.” 

 

She licked her lips and smiled.   “It’s hard to believe it’s been that long hon.  It seems like yesterday that I was picking you up at the park, and now here we are.” 

 

“Yeah”, Steve added.  “Remember the long looks your people and mine used to give us when they found out we were seeing each other?” 

 

Sylvana grinned mischievously.   “Yes, and I’ll never forget the look on Garm’s face when he caught us out by the swimming pool with you wedged between my boobs!”   They had a good laugh at her frolicsome comment.

 

She leaned her head close to the little man, and Steve felt her sweet breath blow over his body as she let out a pleasurable sigh.  “And Steve, you can’t imagine how much you’ve impressed me; the way you stood up to Garm’s disapproval and fought Tor for me.  I’ve never had a man my own size stand up for me like that; it was so very sexy of you!  You may be five inches tall, but you’re braver than any man I’ve ever known.”

 

Steve reached out and put a hand on her nearby wrist.  “Sylvana, I care for you.  There was nothing else I could have done.” 

 

“Oh Steve”.  She lowered her head and kissed him directly on the face.  He braced his hands against the planes of her face and buried his head in her soft, moist lips.  Steve got so carried away that he bit her lower lip.  “Ohhhhhh, little man!”  She pulled back and gave him a hungry look. 

 

He stretched out his arms towards her.  “Let’s go to bed Sylvana.”

 

“Soon Steve, but first there’s something I’ve been dying to do with you” she said with a catty grin. 

 

Steve creased his eyebrows and looked up at her with a questioning gaze. 

 

“Take off your robe Steve.” 

 

He did so without hesitation.  She immediately picked up the robe and placed it on a nearby shelf, well out of the tiny man’s reach.  “I don’t think you’ll be needing that any more this evening dear”, she said slyly.  He now stood before her in nothing but his underwear and the giant woman eyed the tiny bulge in his briefs desirously.

 

Sylvana then picked him up and to his surprise held him over her wine goblet.  Steve was at first a bit worried when it dawned on him what she was going to do, but when she dropped him in, after the initial shock he realized the wine was not that cold; maybe a few degrees less than room temperature.

 

“Ohmygod this is soooooo cute!” she exclaimed with immense pleasure.  “How does it feel Steve?”

 

He splashed around for a few moments, then lowered his head beneath the surface and took a gulp.  Lifting his head up out of the wine, Steve straddled his arms over the edge with his behind resting on the curved side of the glass.  “It feels kind of nice Sylvana; and very sweet.”   He splashed some wine towards her hovering face, and it caught her by surprise.  “Why you little……..”  She looked at him with feigned scorn, and they laughed. 

 

Steve sat still for a few moments, then started to notice that he was feeling rather intoxicated.  In his euphoria he’d forgotten that the wine would seep through the pores in his skin and go directly into his bloodstream.  He waved a hand to his giant girlfriend.  “Syvlana, far be it for me to be a spoilsport, but if I stay in here much longer I’m gonna’ be too tanked to function tonight and terribly hung over tomorrow.” 

 

She grinned, and without saying a word picked up the glass with Steve in it.  She lifted it up to her mouth and began drinking.  The angle of the glass and the suction from the giant woman’s mouth caused him to loose his footing, and he slid up against her upper lip protruding over the edge of the glass.  After a few more gulps she removed her mouth, and Steve immediately noticed that the level of the wine, which had been up to his neck, was now down almost to his navel!

 

She stared at him with wonder in her eyes.  “Oh my Steve, that was delicious, far better than I had expected!”   She smacked her lips, noticing the salty, tangy taste which seemed to permeate the wine.   He marveled at the lipstick imprint glaring out in front of him on the lip of the goblet.   She put the glass to her mouth again, and by the time she was finished drinking there was hardly enough wine remaining to cover his lower legs! 

 

She looked down on him with a three-foot wide smile.  “Steve, that was very tasty.  If we bottled it and sold it we’d make a million!  Every woman on the planet would want some.  What would we call it?” she said rhetorically, “Essence of Earthman vintage?”    They laughed, and Steve shook his head at the ridiculousness of the suggestion. 

 

Picking up the goblet, she tilted it, and Steve dropped right into her waiting hand.  With her free hand she reached for a napkin and starting wiping the wine off his tiny body. 

 

“Steve, thanks so much for letting me do that; it was delicious.  Just for that I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget!” 

 

By now Steve was very light-headed and feeling no pain.  Still holding him in her hand she got up from the barstool, extended her blouse collar, and then gently placed him in her cleavage.  She wrapped her arms around her chest, kneading her breasts up against his tiny body.  He lay back against the soft, delightful flesh as she headed for the bedroom.      

 

 

 

11:30 PM

 

Steve stood nude on Sylvana’s chest, gazing into her huge, magnificent blue eyes; the windows of her soul.  The scent of her sweet perfume filled the air around him.  She gazed at him expectantly, lowering her chin so that her lips were within his reach.  He moved up until he was standing on her collarbone, and placing his hands to each side of her chin let his head fall into the cleft between her enormous lips.  He kissed her tenderly at first but soon worked himself into a near-frenzy, moving over the expanse of the lower lip and then the upper one.  Steve delighted in the taste of her moist lips tinged with lipstick and wine.  She slowly moved her mouth down to his chest, and she kissed desirously on his pectoral muscles.  The suction created by her huge mouth pulled him forward.  Steve felt her hand brush up against his back, and her enormous fingers gently stroked his behind.  Sylvana’s mouth opened wide and her tongue emerged.  She slowly, lustfully, licked up and down the entire length of his body.  Her lips came to rest over his pelvis, and the sensations sent them into ecstasy.  Sylvana reveled in the salty, masculine tastes of his tiny body.  In a moment she detected a tangy, tart taste subtly mixed in with the flavors of the tiny man’s flesh.

 

She withdrew her lips from his tiny body.  “Oh, oh Steve, that’s wonderful!  You taste sooooooo good!”  She winked at him, and he returned a long, loving stare.  Sylvana leaned her head back and let out a blissful moan. 

 

She removed her hand which had been supporting him and he fell backwards, landing in the soft flesh of her cleavage jutting out above her now open blouse.  Steve rested against the top of her mounds.  He closed his eyes and started to lose himself in a dreamy reverie, but all at once felt Sylvana pull down the top of her blouse, exposing her perfectly-rounded breasts in all their glory.  She squeezed them inward and his tiny body was pinned by the soft, sublime flesh.  He pressed his hands and feet against her enchanted mounds and they gave way like foam rubber. 

 

Syvlana giggled.  “Ouuuuuu, Steve, you’re tickling me!”  She kneaded her breasts, this time nearly covering his entire body.  He was enjoying the sensations of her soft, supple breasts so much that it was a few moments before he realized that he was having trouble breathing.  Steve pressed his feet against her rib cage and his upper body popped out from between her enormous bosom.  He rolled down her chest, coming to rest in the fold of her blouse just above the naval.

 

Steve got to his feet and leapt onto her left breast.  His hands gripped around her nipple, and he pulled his body up until his head was at the sensual protrusion. He started kissing her nipple which was by now as hard as he. 

 

Steve pulled himself up further onto her breast; as long as his entire body!  Sylvana moved back against the bed’s headboard, and the upward incline of her chest enabled him to sit astride her nipple.  They remained this way for several minutes, each feeling exhilaration at the sensations of the other’s erogenous zones.  Sylvana cooed as she felt an, at first barely perceptible warm wet sensation over her mound.  She inadvertently moved her body to the side slightly, and Steve’s now limp body slid off her chest.  He bounced on the surface of the bed, and this was enough to bring him back to his senses.  Although he was by now starting to feel decidedly fatigued from his exertions, when he opened his eyes and gazed down the expanse of her beautiful, smooth legs ending at her sexy high heels, it was enough to give him a second wind. 

 

Sylvana eyed her little man with feelings of intense passion as he walked a short distance down the bed.  She pulled her knees up and then crossed the right leg over her left at the knees, with the left foot dangling in the air.  Sylvana’s legs formed an erotic arch that took Steve’s breath away, and he slowly walked up underneath it.  He gasped in wonder as he stood next to her feet, with the three-foot tall heel coming up to his waist.   It was still such a strange sensation standing next to her enormous feet.  It made him feel puny and absurd, but at the same time pleased him greatly.  He began moving his hands over and kissing the soft, smooth side of the exposed portion of her foot.  Steve moved up to her shapely ankle and worked his hands over it in delicate, circular motions while placing kisses all over it.

 

After about half a minute he detected some movement from his giant lover, but Steve was enjoying the sweet sensations of her flesh too much to notice that she had started slipping of her panties.  She startled him when she suddenly lifted her feet up out of his reach.  He looked up just in time to see her black panty come down over her knees, past her feet, and land right on top of him!   Sylvana giggled in delight. 

 

Steve lay back on the bed in sheer euphoria as he allowed the silken material to cover his nude body.   He brushed the frilly, lacy edge of the panty across his pelvis.  His tiny body rolled around underneath the feminine veil until he was completely covered by it.  He lay on his back and sighed blissfully; his sense of smell taking in the sweet, perfumed, pleasing odors emanating from her intimate apparel.

 

Sylvana’s voice echoed from above, shaking him from his rapturous reverie.  “Coming out sometime tonight Steve?”  She laughed. 

 

Steve slowly crawled out from beneath her undies and gazed up at his giant lover, who was looking down on him with an expectant, sultry look.  Without saying anything, Steve walked up to her nearest thigh.  Sans panties, a great deal of Sylvana’s fanny was now exposed to him.  He pressed his body up against her enormous thigh, and the feeling of his tiny erection against her skin caused her to drop her head back, open her mouth, and close her eyes.  Steve moved his pelvis back and forth over her soft, sensual thigh, and if Sylvana was enjoying it, for his part Steve was in heaven. 

 

Steve continued moving his body lovingly, tenderly, over her supple flesh for a few more minutes, and then presently heard Sylvana begin to breathe heavily.  “Oh, oh…..little man……..I want you now!”     

 

As many times as he’s been in bed with Sylvana, this consummation of their love still left him awestruck whenever he thought about it.  Steve slowly made his way around her thigh, taking care to keep his hands on her magnificent milky-white flesh.  In a moment he was confronted with her womanhood, and he slowly placed his body up against her light-brown fleece.  Sylvana and Steve’s bodies quivered as he moved around against the warm, silken fur.  

 

It all seemed so unreal to Steve.  His body tingled.  He began losing his grip on reality.  He could have stayed with thus huge, magnificent woman forever.  Sylvana was so sensually pleasing, so utterly feminine, but so powerful!  I’m the luckiest man in the universe, he thought. 

 

The little man pleased Sylvana in ways that men her own size couldn’t begin to imagine.  Of all the women on Brobdinia that could have found tiny Steve Burton, she thanked her lucky stars that it had been her.  She breathed heavily, and with both hands grasped the bed sheets tightly.  Her vision became blurry; she thought she saw stars. 

 

“Oh Steve, never leave me!” she cried.           

 

For Sylvana Noor and Steve Burton, time stopped and they glimpsed eternity.   

 

3:20 AM

 

Steve awoke feeling very satisfied, if a bit sore; his limbs aching a little from the intense, but pleasurable physical exertions.  He thought that although it took a good deal of stamina to satisfy the giant Sylvana, the rewards were mind-blowing!  He sat up and looked around but couldn’t see a thing in the pitch black darkness.  In a moment he was awake enough to stand, and his head was met by a satiny covering.  He was underneath the bed sheet, he thought.  He followed the sheet a few paces in the direction where it angled up until his head was no longer in contact with it.  A large dark shape loomed before him, and reaching out his hands he made contact with the familiar flesh of Sylvana’s soft, sensual behind.  His giant lover was lying on her side and probably asleep, so he would have to be careful.   He thought with some humor that fortunately for him Sylvana was not one to move around too much in her sleep.  Steve ever so gently began caressing the magnificent, unblemished, soft flesh of her posterior.  By this time tomorrow he would be well on his way back to Earth, so he was determined to enjoy her as much as he could until the last possible moment.  Steve lingered in place for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her soft, pliable derriere.  He placed an affectionate kiss on it, and then followed the contour of her body towards the foot of the bed.  Steve slowly made his way down the backside of her thigh, stopping at several places to stroke and kiss her wonderful, silken-smooth flesh.  He smiled, reflecting on how she shaved frequently; knowing as she did how much Steve enjoyed her legs. 

 

Steve emerged out from beneath the sheet at a point just below the back of Sylvana’s knees into the soft blue hue radiated by the night light on the bed stand.  The contour of her calf muscles was thrown into sharp contrast by the soft light, and her silken skin seemed to glisten.  He stopped at the point where her calf curved out slightly and put his hands on it.  How could he ever leave such a magnificent goddess?  The thought made Steve feel depressed.  He licked his tongue across an expanse of the flesh.  The smooth skin tasted so sweet and clean.  He sighed, thinking that these past few months with Sylvana had been like a wonderful dream, and now he was going to shortly wake up from it.  He shook his head back and forth, and moving on, presently came to the end of his journey at her feet.  I want to give her one last foot massage, he thought.

 

Steve lovingly regarded the eight-foot long pied stretched out on its side before him, and he started massaging it as he had done so many times these past two months.  He knew that many men regarded this as a chore, but he really enjoyed doing the service for Sylvana.  As with her legs, she knew that Steve enjoyed her feet, so she went out of her way to keep them clean and well-manicured.  Even the bottom of her foot was relatively smooth and soft.  He messaged the outer edge, making his way to her toes.  He cradled her little toe in his hands and placed a loving kiss on it, then started gently moving it in its socket. 

 

All at once he felt movement.  “Oh Steve, you know I can’t let you leave as long as you keep giving me these fantastic foot massages” she said with much pleasure and frolicsomeness. 

 

Steve turned to his left and could make out her head in the dim light, lying on the pillow and looking in his direction.  “I’m sorry dear!  I didn’t mean to wake you!”  He hated to shout when trying to be romantic, but as her head was about sixty feet away, it was the only way he could be heard.

 

Sylvana lifted her head slightly.  “Steve, you can wake me anytime for a foot massage”, she happily replied.  She purred as he continued massaging her toes for a few more minutes. 

 

“Steve, come up here.  We need to talk.” 

 

Without waiting for a reply she sat up, and reaching down gently wrapped her fingers around the tiny man.  She always melted every time she felt his nude, muscular body against her fingers.  Her middle finger lightly brushed his private parts, and Steve let out a blissful “ahhhhhhhh”.  She set him down on the left side of her pillow, and laid her head on it facing him.  “There now, that’s better.”  She smiled.  Sylvana had started to let her hair grow a little longer, to the point where it was now just about long enough for Steve to lie in.  He was in ecstasy as her soft, clean-smelling hair covered much of his body like some enchanted blanket.  He grasped some strands of her soft main and draped them over his pelvis, and then lifting a knee laid his head back with his hands clasped underneath. 

 

Steve looked up at his beautiful lady and smiled; her huge face no more than a few short feet from him.  Her warm breath created a light breeze that swept over his face and exposed leg.  “Sylvana, you make me so happy.  I’m really going to miss you.” 

 

She reached over and stroked his chest with her index finger.  “I’m going to miss you too Steve.  These have been the most wonderful days of my life.”  Steve detected some sadness in her voice, and it was making him feel sad.   “You came into my life when I was on the verge of marrying Tor and saved me from a terrible mistake.  It’s almost like fate brought us together.  When I think of all the women on my world that could have had you, and yet here we are together, I feel very, very lucky.”  

 

He smiled at the compliment.  “I feel like I’ve been living in some kind of wonderful dream, fantasy world Sylvana.”  He lifted his head and rolled over on his side to better talk with her.  “Just look at us.  Who on your world or mine would have thought we could please each other so well?” 

 

“Little do they know”, she said with a giggle.  She laid her hand palm-down next to him, and it stretched the length of his body.  He reached over and started stroking her colossal pinky.   

 

“Not only that Steve, I feel we connect in ways apart from the physical, although you do give me the best sex I’ve ever had.”  They chuckled, and she licked her lips.  Sylvana brushed some strands of her hair off him and gently moved her little finger over his privates, sending waves of excitement through his body.   He stretched his arms and legs, marveling at the feel of her warm, soft fingers above him and the smooth, flaxen hair underneath.

 

Steve lifted his head, gazing up at her huge eyes which seemed to sparkle in the dim light.  “Sylvana, what time is it anyway?”

 

She gazed over at the night stand to see the clock, causing Steve to roll off her hair.  “It’s almost four in the morning.” 

 

Steve sighed.  “Sylvana, I hate to think that fifteen hours from now I’ll be taking off in the Spindrift, probably never to return.”

 

Without warning she moved her head in close and planted a soft kiss on his chest.  “Then why leave dear?  Why don’t you stay?”  

 

Steve sat up on the pillow.  “I wish I could Sylvana, but we’ve been through this before.  You know I can’t.” 

 

She cradled her hands under her head.  “Steve, you’ve said yourself that Dan Erickson can fly your little ship.  I know you feel responsible for the others, but I have a feeling they’ll make it on their own just fine.” 

 

“It’s not just that Sylvana” Steve wistfully replied.  “I don’t know how to say this dear, but as much as I love you and love being with you, I really feel I need to get back to Earth, to be with my own people and……”

 

This aroused her curiosity and she gave him a deep look, her eyes begging him to continue. 

 

Steve looked up at her apprehensively and continued. “……and to fall in love with a woman my own size, raise a family, and live a normal life.”  

 

Sylvana remained silent for a moment, gazing down with big, sad eyes on her little man.  She held back tears with much difficulty.  “Now Steve, I know what you’re saying, and   I know I’m older than you and children are no longer a consideration for me as they are with you.  Remember though that I’ve had to make sacrifices too.”  Steve turned his head with a start, taken aback by Sylvana’s slightly defensive tone.  “My son Gard is still upset with me, and I still get strange looks from the Archon and many others whenever your name enters conversation.”

 

“I’m sorry Sylvana, but…..” 

 

She cut him off.  “Please Steve, let me finish while I still have the courage to say what I must.  Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I sometimes feel a longing to be with a man my own size; someone stronger than me, who can hold me in his arms and protect me.”  Sylvana couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and she began to cry. 

 

Steve sat in silence, now feeling the five-inches tall that he in reality was on this giant world.  He thought uncomfortably that maybe he was thinking of himself and his own situation a bit too much and perhaps had not put himself in her shoes, figuratively that is.  He smirked at the last thought.

 

He got up on his feet with some difficulty on the unstable surface of the pillow.  He walked up to Sylvana’s face and put the most affectionate kiss he could on her cheek.  He intercepted a tear the size of his fist as it trickled down the side of her face.  “Please forgive me Sylvana.  I’m being selfish.  I’d forgotten all the sacrifices you’ve had to make and the things you’ve done for me, to say nothing of saving my life.  You’re the most wonderful lady I’ve ever known.  I love you, and I’ll never forget you if I live to be a hundred.”

 

That seemed to work at least a little, as Steve noticed her giant teardrops start to subside.  She opened her eyes and looked at her little lover imploringly.  “If you truly love me Steve, then why don’t you stay?  You and I would be so happy together.  I’ll feed, clothe, and house you, take care of you, and love you.  You’ll lead an idyllic existence for the rest of your life.  The only thing I ask is that you be there for me no matter what happens.” 

 

Now Steve was the one having a hard time holding back the tears.  “I love you Sylvana, but, but…….”

 

Syvlana lifted her upper body, causing Steve to nearly loose his footing as her enormous weight was removed from the pillow.  The bed sheet slid off her as she sat upright, exposing her gigantic nude body to him in all its glory.   She placed her hands on the sides of her head, brushing her fingers enticingly through her thick, luxurious hair.  The soft muscles of her arms extended slightly, displaying a very nice contour.  She leaned back and her breasts jutted out invitingly.  He stood in rapt silence, in awe of this giant goddess.

 

She peered down on him and spoke in the sexiest voice she could muster.  “Well now my dear little man, we still have a few hours yet, so I guess you’re just going to need some more convincing.”

 

Steve put his hands on his head, flexing his biceps for his giant lady. 

 

“Ooooooh Steve, I love little muscle men!” she said excitedly as she licked her lips.  She reached down and clasped her little lover around the legs, leaving the rest of his body exposed.  Sylvana lifted him to her face as he continued flexing his arms, and she gave him the biggest smile he’d ever seen.                 

 

Sylvana and Steve didn’t get out of bed until nearly one in the afternoon, and with great difficulty made it to the Archon’s by three.

 

6:50 PM

 

Steve had never seen so many giants gathered together in one place.  It was like half of Brobdinia had turned out to see the Spindrift’s departure.   A large number of chairs had been set up along the perimeter of the Archon’s backyard patio.  Several members of the Supreme Council were present, including Galla Placidia and her tiny fiancée; John.  Bertha Fry was on hand with a camera crew to film the event.  Armed guards could be seen patrolling the area.  In fact, Deputy Placidia had been so concerned with security that she had brought in a squad of regular army troops to bolster the Archon’s own security guards.  The site of their jet black uniforms, visored helmets and combat boots reminded the little people uncomfortably of a time when relations with the giants had not been so amicable. 

 

The giant technicians had brought the Spindrift out an hour earlier and placed it on the patio parallel to the swimming pool.  The patio had made such an excellent airstrip for last week’s test flight that the Earthmen and giants saw no reason not to use it again.   The little people had spent most of the afternoon loading the ship with provisions and various supplies.  Of course everyone had wanted to take some giant souvenirs, but weight considerations severely limited the number of extraneous items they could take with.  Valerie had wanted to bring a cylinder of Sylvana’s giant lipstick, but the men deemed it a bit too heavy.  They did, however, allow Barry to keep a giant erring given him by his new-found friend Tarla Noor.  When he carried it on board, Steve noted that with its interlaced crystals it looked like some ornate chandelier.  Steve for his part needed no further keepsake, as he already had Sylvana’s bracelet wrapped around the base of the pilot’s chair. 

 

The goodbye’s had been brief and almost perfunctory; most of the farewells that any of the giants or Earthmen wanted to make had already been done in the course of last night’s party.  There were two notable exceptions, however.  Barry had quickly become smitten with Sylvana’s beautiful daughter Tarla, and after a long goodbye he entered the Spindrift looking rather distraught, with large lipstick smudges on his shirt.  Without saying a word the boy made a beeline for the passenger cabin where he was cleaned up and strapped in by his surrogate mother Betty. 

 

The other exception, of course, was Steve.  After finishing the preflight check with Dan and Mark he rejoined Sylvana waiting patiently in her seat at the end of the row of chairs.  Spying him on the ground, she lifted him up and set him on her lap.  He looked up at his giant girlfriend, her eyes moist from recent tears. 

 

Steve spoke with some awkwardness and difficulty.  “Sylvana dear, I don’t know what to say.”

 

“Oh Steve, I wish you would stay”, she said with much sorrow. 

 

He walked across the skirt covering Sylvana’s leg until he reached her hands clasped on her lap.  He began stroking her index finger.  “Sylvana, you are a woman like a goddess, and I’m lucky to have known you.  We shared something very special.  At my size, I’d thought Brobdinia a nightmare world until you came along.  You made it almost bearable for me.”

 

“Almost?” she replied, fighting back the tears.

 

“Sylvana, I can honestly say that I love you, but as we’ve already discussed, it just wasn’t meant to be.  I need to go back to Earth and live a normal life among my own people, and you’ll meet some nice man your own size and forget all about me.”  Steve felt his eyes start to moisten.  He thought that although his words sounded all well and good, he had the odd feeling he was a man trying to convince himself something in his head that he didn’t believe in his heart.

 

She shook her head.  “I’ll never forget you Steve.” 

 

“I’ll never forget you Sylvana.”  

 

 She lifted a hand to her face and wiped the tears from her eyes.  Looking at his watch, Steve could see that it was nearly 7:30 – liftoff time.

 

“Sylvana, I should be going.  Would you like to take me back to the Spindrift?”

 

Sylvana sniffled and forced a smile, and then nodded in the affirmative.  She rubbed her eyes one more time, then lifted Steve off her lap and stood up.  Steve could feel her fingers applying light pressure around his abdomen. 

 

“Sylvana, I’m going to miss the feel of your soft fingers around me.”

 

“I’m going to miss it too Steve, especially when you’re not wearing any clothes.”  They chuckled, and her levity momentarily mitigated their mutual sadness.   

 

Sylvana walked along the patio and within moments the tiny space ship was at her feet.  Squinting in the rapidly fading light, she could just make out copilot Dan Erickson walking around inside the pilot’s cabin.  In a moment he turned the ship lights on, and she thought humorously that it looked like some fancy holiday ornament.  

 

Sylvana lifted Steve up to her face and carefully set him down in her other hand.  He knelt in her palm, and when he felt sure he had his footing stood up erect.  He looked up into her huge sky-blue eyes, still enchanting despite redness from the tears.  

 

They regarded each other silently for a moment, each sensing that after these past few magical months the end had finally come.  As he had done countless times before, Steve stretched his arms out towards this beautiful giant woman and raised his mouth expectantly.   Sylvana slowly lowered her face and placed her lips directly over the front of his tiny head.  They reveled one last time in the sensations of each other’s flesh.  The Spindrift was only about twenty feet from where the crowd of giants had gathered to watch its departure, and even in the twilight it was still apparent to the spectators what Sylvana and Steve were doing.  Many of the giant men looked away in embarrassment; some laughed under their breath, some just looked plain confused.  Most of the women, however, felt empathy with Obek’s secretary.

 

Mark walked out of the Spindrift and was met by a pair of nine-foot long high heels standing before him.  His eyes followed the shapely legs up until he could see Steve standing in Sylvana’s hand and the two kissing nearly seventy feet off the ground!  Mark felt a bit awkward interrupting the two love-birds, but he knew they had to leave on schedule if they were going to make their rendezvous with the wormhole. 

 

Mark cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.  “Steve!  Steve!”

 

The two were still kissing fervently, and when Sylvana heard the voice from below she opened her left eye.  Looking down, she could see the little man at her feet.  She slowly withdrew her lips from Steve’s head.  Steve then got down on his knees and peered over the edge of Sylvana’s hand. 

 

Steve waved at him.  “Be right there Mark!” 

 

Mark shook his head and rolled his eyes, then withdrew back inside the Spindrift.

 

Still remaining on his knees, Steve turned back to Sylvana, who was now cupping him in both hands.  “I guess I’d better be going Sylvana”, he said with resignation. 

 

She gazed at him forlornly with big, sad eyes, and then slowly set him on the ground.  He stepped off her hand, and turning around hyper-extended his neck backwards to have one final look at Sylvana’s face.   

 

Sylvana was still looking down on him with much sadness evident in her countenance.  She made one last, almost subconscious pass at him by subtly moving her hips forward, causing her skirt to flare out and expose her undergarments to Steve standing at her feet.  He gulped and put a hand over his chest.  He moved up a few paces until he was standing directly beneath her, then walked up to her left foot and put a lingering kiss on the exposed flesh.  He noticed how her skin was still fresh from the early-afternoon shower they’d taken together.  With great difficulty he pulled himself away, and then walked up to the open door of the Spindrift.  He turned around and waved at his giant woman one last time.  “I’ll love you always Sylvana!” 

 

“Oh Steve, I know you’ve got to go, but you’re breaking my heart.  Goodbye!”  She put her hands to her face and resumed crying, then slowly turned around and walked away.  The concrete reverberated slightly from her giant footsteps.  Steve gazed up longingly at her beautiful legs one final time, and again felt his own tears trickling down his cheeks.  He wiped his eyes, then turned around and entered the Spindrift.

 

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Steve proceeded to the passenger compartment where Valerie, Fitzhugh, and Barry were seated.  Chipper was sitting on Barry’s lap, panting as the boy petted him.  Betty was doing a last-minute inspection of the luggage compartments.  She noticed Captain Burton enter and walked up to him. 

 

“We’re ready to go Steve….uh, Captain.”  Steve smiled at her.  In the three years they’d spent together most formalities had indeed gone by the wayside, but now that they were finally leaving the giant’s world Betty found herself enthusiastically lapsing back into her old stewardess role. 

 

Betty noticed the faraway look on her Captain, and she gave him a sympathetic smile.  “Captain, I, I, I’m sorry about you and Sylvana.  She was a very nice lady.  I know how hard it is to say goodbye to someone you care about, even if she is a, a gi…..”  Betty caught her faux pas just in time, and she gave him an awkward, embarrassed look. 

 

Steve grinned and touched her lightly on the arm.   “That’s OK Betty, I know what you mean”, he said tenderly.  “You better take your seat.  We’ll be leaving shortly.”  She returned a bright smile, and then began checking Valerie, Fitzhugh and Barry to make sure they were securely in their seats with belts fastened.    

 

Mark entered the passenger cabin from the engine room and walked up to Captain Burton.  “Well Steve, the reactor is working beautifully, not that I expected any problems after the successful test flight.” 

 

“Good deal Mark.  You better strap yourself in.”

 

Mark nodded.  “And Steve…..”

 

“Yes?” 

 

“It’s good to have you back with us.  For a while there I thought we were going to lose you to Obek’s secretary.” 

 

Steve acknowledged him with a forced a grin.  He didn’t particularly like Mark’s comment, but figured he meant well.  He turned around and exited the passenger cabin, entering the cockpit where Dan was completing the final preflight check.

 

Dan looked on as Steve took his place in the pilot’s seat.  “Wow Steve, it’s hard to believe we’re finally leaving this place.  I’m sure not gonna miss being chased and man-handled by giants.”  He smiled and lightly slapped Steve’s shoulder as he spoke.   

 

“Yeah”, Steve replied with an enthusiasm that he just didn’t feel.  He thought the best course of action to take his mind off leaving Sylvana was to be professional and stick to the tasks at hand.  “Are we ready for power up?”

 

“Ready when you are Captain!” Dan replied excitedly. 

 

Steve nodded to his copilot, and Dan picked up the mike and perfunctorily instructed the five in the passenger cabin to secure for takeoff.  Steve then flipped on the ignition switch, and in a moment the engines came to life with a dull hum, gradually rising in crescendo. 

 

By now the sun had set, and outside the giants watched as the little ship came to life.  The dome on top began to pulsate with an orange glow.  The engines fired, and the twin flames penetrated the gathering darkness with an eerie blue on red hue.  Sylvana sat in her chair quietly with her hands in her lap, and upon seeing the Spindrift power up, it finally came home to her that Steve was really leaving.  She’d been shedding tears on and off since the day began, and now starting crying in deep despair.  Honoria Obek was sitting next to her and tried to comfort the distraught Sylvana, but to little avail.     

 

Steve and Dan sat silently in the cockpit, patiently waiting the five or so minutes it would take for the engines to power up.  Dan noticed Steve’s contemplative stare and decided it best to refrain from small talk and not bother his Captain until they were ready for takeoff. 

 

Steve sighed, his mind still wrapped up in his own personal thoughts.  He knew that it was best for him to be back on Earth with people his own size, but the thought didn’t make him feel any better.  Since his less than satisfactory parting with Sylvana ten minutes ago he couldn’t get the giant woman out of his mind.  They had been an odd couple to be sure, but he had to admit that he did truly care for her.  She was loving, gracious, witty, intelligent, and fun to be around.  She had always been very gentle with him, and considering their enormous size difference, had never treated him condescendingly.  He reflected warmly on the magical days and nights he had spent with her.  His mind conjured the sensations and sweet smells of her soft, sensuous flesh, the feeling of her supple fingers wrapped around his body, her wonderful laugh and smile.  He contemplated how fantastic she had been in bed.  He could spend the rest of his life with the most charming and beautiful woman on Earth and it wouldn’t even begin to measure up to the experience of being with the sweet, sexy, beautiful, Sylvana for even one evening.   

 

Steve’s ruminations caused him to become very agitated, and Dan noticed this. 

He tapped Captain Burton on the arm.  “You alright Steve?” 

 

At that instant something inside Steve snapped.  There was nothing for it; he just couldn’t live without her.  Much to Dan’s surprise, Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and got up out of his chair. 

 

“I’m staying Dan.” 

 

The copilot looked up at him and laughed.  “Very funny Steve, but I thought you were always the one who said no kidding around in the pilot’s cabin.”  Looking directly into his eyes, however, Dan could see that Steve was not joking.  “Steve, you can’t be serious!”

 

Captain Burton touched the still-sitting Dan on his arm.  “I’ve never been more in earnest Dan.  I love Sylvana.” 

 

Dan stood up.  “Now look Steve, do you have any idea what you’re saying?  Good grief, we’ve been working towards this day for three years, and now we’re minutes from returning to Earth…….”  He gave him an incredulous look.  “Are you sure you’re feeling OK buddy?” 

 

Steve stood there regarding his copilot silently with uncharacteristically sad eyes.

 

“Well Steve, I think I’d better get the others.” 

 

Dan left the cockpit with Captain Burton trailing behind.   Dan entered the passenger cabin, but Steve was careful to stay close to the entrance on the chance that the other two men might try to forcibly prevent his exit.

 

Mark gazed up at the copilot with a mystified look.  “What going on?  Aren’t we leaving?”  The others looked up at Dan standing before them and Steve hovering in the doorway. 

 

Dan broke the brief silence.  “I think someone better talk some sense into Steve.”

 

“Why?  What’s going on?”  Valerie asked.  All eyes were on Captain Burton. 

 

Steve crossed his arms and sighed.  “I’m staying.” 

 

Betty unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up.  “Steve, no!”  

 

Valerie, Fitzhugh, and Barry looked at Steve in utter shock, and then got up from their seats as well. 

 

“Captain Burton, this is preposterous.  Surely you jest!”  Fitzhugh exclaimed. 

 

Dan sighed.  “No Fitz, I’m afraid Steve’s serious.”

 

Barry gave Steve a confused look.  “But Captain Burton, why?”

 

“Because I love Sylvana Noor.”  He looked down at the ground as he spoke, as if almost embarrassed to utter the words. 

 

Chipper trotted up to Steve and looked up at him with big sad eyes.  Steve bent down and began petting the dog on the head. 

 

Valerie shook her head in disbelief.  “Steve, I don’t understand you.  You were lonely, and I could almost understand why you’d have a fling with one of the giant women, but gosh, when we get back to Earth you can have any woman you want…….and she’d be your own size for gossakes!”      

 

“But she wouldn’t be Sylvana” Steve replied.  “She’s made me happier than anyone I’ve ever known.” 

 

Valerie rolled her eyes and raised her hands in a gesture of resignation. 

 

As Captain Burton continued to pet Chipper, Mark nodded to Dan, and the two men slowly made their way towards Steve from opposite sides.  Steve, however, was alert to such a move and as Mark and Dan lunged at him he quickly got up and backed through the passenger cabin entrance.

 

Steve eyed the two men from the cramped Spindrift hallway.  “Now look guys, I want to say a proper goodbye, but I’ll leave right now if you force me!”

 

“Sorry Steve, but you can’t blame us for trying”, Dan said calmly.

 

“It would have been for your own good Steve”, Mark added.

 

“Thanks for your concern, but I’ll be the judge of what’s good for me.” Steve replied emphatically.

 

Dan and Mark regarded Steve silently for a moment.  It was a standoff.  The engines continued to hum in the background as the reactor steadily built up power.

 

Dan looked at Mark and sighed.  “Well Mark, I guess this means you’ve been promoted to copilot.” 

 

Mark returned a reserved, uncertain gaze, and then faced Captain Burton.  “Steve, is there any way we can make you change your mind?”

 

Steve smiled.  “Mark, if you’d experienced Sylvana the way I have, you’d understand.” 

 

Mark smirked and shook his head back and forth.  “Have it your own way Steve, though I think you’re making a big, big mistake.” 

 

“I agree totally Mark, but what else can I say?  I guess if she makes him happy…….” Dan added. 

 

Fitzhugh, Valerie, Betty and Barry moved up to the passenger cabin entrance just behind where Dan and Mark were standing.  Fitzhugh’s head popped through the doorway between the other two men.  “Steve, as anxious as I am to leave this awful place, I think we should put our departure on hold while we talk about this.”

 

Valerie chimed in.  “Yeah Steve.  Maybe what you need is a few more days to think things over.” 

 

Everyone looked encouraged by this idea except Mark.  He looked at the others.  “You’re forgetting one thing.  If we don’t leave now the wormhole will shortly be out of favorable opposition, and we won’t get another launch window for at least a month, maybe two.”   The others had been optimistic, but now their hearts sank. 

 

“Well, you’d better be taking off”, Steve said wistfully.  “If any of you want to say goodbye, back away from the door and approach me one at a time.” 

 

Barry walked up to Captain Burton with his dog cradled in his arms.  Steve noticed the boys eyes start to water, and he patted Barry on the shoulder.  “There, there now Barry.  Be brave.  Go home and study hard.  And take good care of Chipper.” 

 

“I will Captain, and thank you for everything.  I, I, I also wanted you to know………..”

 

“Know what Barry?” 

 

“I think the giant girls are very nice.  I like them a lot better than the men.”  Dan and the women chuckled, and Steve smiled at the boy. 

 

“Thanks Barry, take care.”  Barry nodded and returned to his seat. 

 

Mark approached Steve, and they shook hands.  “I know we’ve had our differences Steve, but I’ve always respected you.”

 

“Likewise Mark.” 

 

“Can’t say that I envy the life you’ve chosen, but good luck just the same.”

 

They finished shaking hands, and Mark was about to return to his seat when he remembered his new job as Spindrift copilot.  He instead slowly paced around the cabin while waiting for the others to say their farewells.  

 

Valerie nudged her way to the fore.  She gave him her sexiest pose and batted her eyes.  “Steve, if you come home with us I promise we’ll go on a date when we get back.”   She put her arms around Steve and rubbed her hip against his thigh.   Mark gave her an objectionable glance but quickly came to the conclusion that her come-on would probably not work in view of Steve’s giant love interest.  He thought with some amusement that Valerie was too small for him.

 

Steve looked down at her aqua blue eyes that were also starting to moisten.  “Val, you’re a beautiful and classy lady, and I’m sure you and Mark are going to be very happy.” 

 

“Goodbye Steve”.  She kissed him quickly but passionately on the lips, and then returned to her seat, rubbing her eyes as she did.

 

Fitzhugh took his turn.  “Captain Burton, I’ll never understand what you see in those giant vixens, but best wishes to you anyway.”

 

“Thanks Fitz”, Steve said as he shook his hand.  “Take care of yourself and for heaven’s sake stay out of trouble.” 

 

“Always Captain Burton, always.”     

 

As Fitzhugh withdrew, Dan and Betty Erickson, far and away Steve’s best friends, approached him together.  “Steve, this is so sudden and such a shock, but I guess we should have seen it coming” Dan said. 

 

“Gosh Steve, we knew that you were fond of Sylvana, but had no idea just how much”, Betty said, by now visibly distraught over Steve’s decision.  Tears started streaming down her face, and Steve instinctively hugged her while her while Dan moved his hand softly over the small of her back.

 

“I love you Steve”, Betty said with great emotion. 

 

“I love you too Betty. You’re the best flight attendant I’ve ever had.” 

 

Steve released Betty from his embrace, and she flashed him a smile that burst through her sadness.  “Steve, you and Sylvana are such a cute couple.  I’m just sorry we’re going to miss the………..”

 

“Miss what Betty?” Steve asked.

 

She let out a laugh which was enough to beat back the tears, and Dan grinned with some embarrassment evident in his face.  He gave Steve a firm handshake.  “It was a pleasure working with you Steve.  Thanks again for marrying Betty and I.  I hope you and Sylvana find as much happiness as we have.  Take care buddy!” 

 

Steve let go of Dan’s hand.  “Captain Erickson, you’d better be going.  You’ve got a launch window to make.”  The two men smiled at each other, Steve patted Dan on the shoulder, then waved farewell to the others.

 

Steve walked up to the main door and pressed the egress button.  As the door opened, he turned around and smiled at Mark, Dan, and Betty standing in the hallway, then headed out into the cool evening air.  Dan closed the hatch.  The three looked at each other a bit glumly, still in a state of shock from the sudden turn of events.  Dan assumed an air of authority.  Betty, secure the passengers for takeoff.  Mark, follow me.”  They wondered if they would ever see Steve Burton again. 

 

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Due to the way the Spindrift was situated for takeoff, the giant spectators on the patio did not see the ship’s door open and the tiny man exit from it.  Steve had planned on heading directly to where Sylvana and the other giants were located, but with the Spindrift’s takeoff moments away he thought it rather more prudent to find a safe place in which to await the ship’s departure.  To that end Steve made the decision to head for a tree just off the patio directly opposite from the giants.  It seemed as safe a place as was to be found close by and on short notice, located as it was about a hundred feet from the ship and safely out of the takeoff zone, so he scurried up to the tree and crouched down at the trunk.

 

While awaiting the Spindrift’s takeoff, Steve found he had a moment to reflect on what he’d just done.  He must be out of his mind, he thought, giving up the chance to go home and live a normal life among his own people.  He watched the Spindrift, now fully illuminated by its night lights.  The reddish hue from the top dome cast an eerie glow over the ship’s hull.  He ruminated a bit uncomfortably that he had just condemned himself to spending the rest of his life as a five-inch oddity in the land of the giants.  He shook his head, feeling rather incredulous, but it was too late now; the dice had been thrown. 

 

It was some comfort to Steve that he and Sylvana had more-or-less proven in the past two months that they could actually make a relationship work.  Oh sure, there had definitely been some challenges.  He often had to shout to be heard by her, and he had to be careful when he felt like going for a walk outside his dollhouse, just as she had to watch where she stepped.  They also had to be circumspect about leaving him alone and unescorted, lest he get snatched up by another giant or become the dinner of some large insect or small animal.  It comforted him to think, however, that on the whole the pluses outweighed the minuses.  They had great conversation, enjoyed each other’s company immensely, to say nothing of the fantastic sex.  Who would have thought he could satisfy such a huge woman?   He hoped he’d made the right decision, but only time would tell.

 

The Spindrift engines had been idling at a low output level for some time now, but suddenly this increased to a roar.  The nuclear fires raging from the engines enabled Steve to dimly make out the giants at the edge of the patio of in the distance.  He thought he could see Sylvana sitting in one of the chairs, but he wasn’t sure.  He knew she had been visibly upset at his departure, and this made him all the more anxious to reunite with her as soon as possible.  She’s certainly in for a big (or little?) surprise, he thought.

 

Steve suddenly heard the telltale grind of the Spindrift brakes being released, and the ship started moving; slowly at first, but gaining speed by the second.  The exhaust fumes filled the air around him as the ship passed by Steve no more than twenty feet away.  In a few more seconds it lumbered off the ground and was airborne.  Presently the ship’s silhouette disappeared in the gloom, and all that could be seen were the fires from the two engines and the dome light.  He instinctively waved goodbye to his friends and the ship that had been his home the better part of three years.  He sighed, and started to feel tears forming in his eyes.  He sat there listening to the engine roar diminish to nothing, and in a moment the Spindrift was nothing more than a red star in the sky.  Steve thought that he’d never felt more alone. 

 

All at once a scuttling sound above brought him out of his reverie.  Steve heard an uncomfortably familiar chomping noise, and as the fumes from the Spindrift dissipated, they were replaced by a sickly, putrid smell.  Oh no, not again!  He looked up just in time to see a huge garden spider coming down the tree straight for him!  The spider that had attacked him in the ventilation shaft a few months back had been small by comparison, only a few feet in length; this beast was at least twice that size!  Of all the giant mice, cats, squirrels, mantises, roaches, ants, and the plethora of giant beasts on this planet, he hated spiders the most!   Steve overcame his horror and bolted off the ground, but not before the spider swiped him on the leg with one of its spindly appendages.  The arachnid’s bristly leg tore a gapping hole in his pants.  He crashed to the ground, but the sheer horror he was feeling got him back on his feet in the wink of an eye.  He ran almost in blind panic in the direction of the lighted patio area where the giants had observed the Spindrift depart.  Steve thought that it would be horribly ironic if he had thrown away his chance to return to Earth only to be eaten by a spider!

 

He made his way as best he could through the high grass that came up past his waist.  The spider would have almost certainly caught him had he not suddenly emerged out into the open concrete of the patio, allowing him to quicken his pace.  He continued running towards the giants a few hundred feet away, and could see that they many were starting to depart.  He stopped to catch his breath and looking behind him, much to his amazement saw that the spider had not given up the pursuit.  He immediately turned around and continued running. 

 

Most of the other spectators had begun to leave, but Sylvana Noor remained in her chair, continuing to sob profusely.  Seeing the Spindrift depart with her little Steve had been all too much for her.  She buried her head in her hands as the Obek’s and Grond Harko did their best to comfort her.   Grond, for his part, was not being totally altruistic.  He’d always had a crush on Sylvana, and thought now that the little Captain Burton was out of the picture that he could get a rebound.   In any case he could never understand what she saw in that tiny mouse-man.

 

Steve continued running towards the giants with the spider in hot pursuit, and in a moment he arrived in their general vicinity.  If he thought he had reached safety, however, he was sadly mistaken.  Even though the patio was relatively well-lit, Steve had forgotten that the giants would have a hard time seeing him in the shadows on the ground or hearing him above the chatter.  He suddenly found himself underfoot of the numerous departing giants.   

 

The situation did work to his advantage in one respect though.  He froze as two giant men headed straight for him; totally oblivious to the tiny man on the ground.  Steve moved quickly to the right as an enormous foot came crashing down within a yard of him.  The stench from the man’s sock was worse than the spider’s smell, he thought.  When the man had passed him by Steve turned around in the direction of the spider, just in time to see a giant’s foot inadvertently catch the arachnid on several of its legs; narrowly missing squashing the spider altogether.  Steve thought he heard the wounded spider utter a scream, but it was largely drowned out by the thunder of the giant men’s shoes on concrete.  In any event the spider sensed that discretion was the better part of valor, as Steve saw it limp off back in the direction from whence it had come.    

 

Once the giant men had passed by, Steve moved cautiously towards a small group of giants still congregating at some lawn chairs about 300 feet away.  Suddenly he heard the clack, clack, clack of giant high heels on concrete, and his spirits arose, thinking that it might be his beloved Sylvana.  He was about to call out to her as she came close, but stopped himself just in time.  Although he could not quite make out her face hovering as it was seventy feet off the ground in the dim light, he thought he recognized the feet and legs of Bertha Fry!   He knew if Bertha found him she was just as likely to take him home with her as hand him over to Sylvana.  This didn’t stop him, however, from admiring Bertha’s shapely legs as she trotted by within a few yards of him.  Steve smirked, reflecting again on how lovely the giant women could be and how ghastly the men usually appeared from his tiny perspective.  

 

Steve continued walking at a brisk pace towards the three or four giants still remaining on the patio, and as he came close to them he stopped and put a hand over his heart.  He immediately recognized the sexy black heels, beautiful nude legs, and black leather skirt of his woman Sylvana.  She was crying, and Garm and Honoria Obek and Grond Harko were hovering around trying to comfort her.  Steve knew it was dangerous to be underfoot of the giants unbeknownst to them, but he was feeling so elated at the imminent reunion with Sylvana that he threw caution to the wind. 

 

Taking a deep breath, Steve walked towards them and in a moment found himself standing right between Sylvana’s huge, sexy high heels.  The shoes were of the type that left the sides of her feet exposed, and gathering all the emotional sensitivity he could muster, Steve put both hands gently on her nearest instep and placed an affectionate kiss on the bare skin. 

 

Sylvana was in the depths of despair when she suddenly felt a familiar, pleasing sensation on her foot.  No, it can’t be!  She thought she must be hallucinating.  She removed her hands from her face, and slowly looked down.  There at her feet was tiny Captain Burton!  She got so excited that it was all she could do to keep her feet perfectly still to avoid accidentally stepping on him!  Steve looked up and could see his giant love’s eyes light up like the Fourth of July!  The other three giants wondered what she was looking at, and were equally shocked when they saw Steve at Sylvana’s feet. 

 

“Why Captain Burton, what are you doing here?” Garm Obek asked, looking like he’d seen a ghost.

 

Steve ignored the man and gazed up into Sylvana’s beautiful eyes that sparkled in the artificial light.  “Sylvana, will you marry me!” he shouted with all his might. 

 

“Oh, oh, oh Steve, you’ve just made me the happiest woman in the world!”  She clasped her hands in front of her face and started crying anew, but this time they were tears of joy.  She got up from her seat, and reaching down, gently wrapped her fingers around the little man.  She lifted him up to her face and proceeded to smother his tiny head and torso in kisses.  By the time she was finished lipstick covered his face, hair, and uniform jacket. 

 

Sylvana practically scandalized the other giants when she opened the top of her blouse and placed Steve in her cleavage.  She wrapped her arms around her chest, pinning the tiny man in her bosom.  “Oh Steve, I love you!  We’re going to be so happy together!”            

 

Garm observed everything in shocked silence, thinking that now he’d seen everything.  Grond Harko looked on in glum disappointment, feeling humiliated that he’d lost the woman of his dreams to a five-inch tall man.  Honoria smiled approvingly and offered the couple her heartfelt congratulations.

 

Steve lay back and breathed a sigh of relief, enjoying the safe feeling of Sylvana’s soft warm skin against his body.   Sylvana basked in the sensations of the man she loved now close to her heart, literally as well as figuratively.  Words were inadequate to describe what they were feeling.   To most it would have appeared a totally ridiculous situation; a woman betrothed to a five-inch tall man, but what did Sylvana Noor and Steve Burton care?  They were in love, and they would now face the uncertain future together.   It was an end and a beginning, and the start of a bold adventure for the Brobdinian woman and the tiny Earthman.

 

As Sylvana drove home with Steve still resting comfortably in her cleavage, all she could think about were the thousand-and-one things she would have to do to prepare for the wedding.  Steve, for his part, reflected on how extraordinary life would be with this wonderful giant woman whom he truly loved.  The immediate thing on his mind, however, was the anticipation of enjoying another incredible evening in bed with Sylvana.  It seems that whether on Earth or Brobdinia, some things never changed.