Fantasy story

I thought I should report on something that happened last weekend. Well, firstly I should state I am divorced, 44 years old, 5’3 and I keep my self

in trim and weigh 125lbs – I come from a family that is short and skinny

generally, and have thus always been curious and interested in big tall

people, and the comparisons this can bring. Recently, men have preoccupied

my thoughts, big giant men.



I went to a barbeque laid on by a good friend of mine from work, a charming

lady called Constance from Jamaica. She was kicking back, her boyfriend

making the food, good music playing, and a really good vibe in the garden.



I kept noticing this young guy there who was looking at me and smiling – he

was sitting down on a low wall talking and chomping his way through loads of

barbeque food; he seemed fairly overweight, but big, probably tall. He looked maybe in his mid to late teens. He seemed to be gothic in terms of his dress sense, although he was blond and good looking. He wore no make up (strange for a goth) and looked healthy. He wore a black tee shirt with some heavy metal

band inscribed on it and a pair of black leather pants. He had these great big forearms.



Constance approached him and asked if she could put his jacket away, as he had it with him. I noticed that Constance, an

average sized woman of maybe 5’5” looked very small next to the teenage boy. Even though he was seated, his body seemed huge compared to our host. At

that moment, the boy stood up. I was maybe 30 feet away, so had a great view of him haul his bulk up…and up…and up. Constance was now way below shoulder

level to this teen. In fact she was barely higher than his waist. I was standing and had never come across any man as big as that. I was shocked,

stunned. So were a number of other people who witnessed him standing up.



The thing that struck me was the size of his chest and body. His waist was

at the level of my neck or chin approximately. His arms were big, slightly

muscled but slightly chubby as well. Constance left him, and went inside to

deposit his leather jacket. The giant kid looked over at me again and smiled

coyly. I felt an instant feeling in my groin and loins and felt weak at the

knees. He wore these giant boat sized black boots. I could only wonder what

size they were. No one in his vicinity even came up to the guy's shoulders.



A little later in the party, he walked past me towards the house – I almost

wet myself. I had to look way up to his...

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Nicholas said:

I thought I should report on something that happened last weekend. Well, firstly I should state I am divorced, 44 years old, 5’3 and I keep my self

in trim and weigh 125lbs – I come from a family that is short and skinny

generally, and have thus always been curious and interested in big tall

people, and the comparisons this can bring. Recently, men have preoccupied

my thoughts, big giant men.



I went to a barbeque laid on by a good friend of mine from work, a charming

lady called Constance from Jamaica. She was kicking back, her boyfriend

making the food, good music playing, and a really good vibe in the garden.



I kept noticing this young guy there who was looking at me and smiling – he

was sitting down on a low wall talking and chomping his way through loads of

barbeque food; he seemed fairly overweight, but big, probably tall. He looked maybe in his mid to late teens. He seemed to be gothic in terms of his dress sense, although he was blond and good looking. He wore no make up (strange for a goth) and looked healthy. He wore a black tee shirt with some heavy metal

band inscribed on it and a pair of black leather pants. He had these great big forearms.



Constance approached him and asked if she could put his jacket away, as he had it with him. I noticed that Constance, an

average sized woman of maybe 5’5” looked very small next to the teenage boy. Even though he was seated, his body seemed huge compared to our host. At

that moment, the boy stood up. I was maybe 30 feet away, so had a great view of him haul his bulk up…and up…and up. Constance was now way below shoulder

level to this teen. In fact she was barely higher than his waist. I was standing and had never come across any man as big as that. I was shocked,

stunned. So were a number of other people who witnessed him standing up.



The thing that struck me was the size of his chest and body. His waist was

at the level of my neck or chin approximately. His arms were big, slightly

muscled but slightly chubby as well. Constance left him, and went inside to

deposit his leather jacket. The giant kid looked over at me again and smiled

coyly. I felt an instant feeling in my groin and loins and felt weak at the

knees. He wore these giant boat sized black boots. I could only wonder what

size they were. No one in his vicinity even came up to the guy's shoulders.



A little later in the party, he walked past me towards the house – I almost

wet myself. I had to look way up to his big face, way up, and I was way below his big shoulders. His great big leather ass was level with my chest – I felt so puny! And as for that chest: if I said 60 inches, I don’t think I would be exaggerating! Bear in mind I have a 34 Inch chest!. I caught up briefly with Constance, and asked, “So who’s the giant?” She laughed and said that was Leo, her friend’s son. He was 18 years old and was bullied at university and had put 2 boys in hospital last week after they were cruel to him, so he was excluded from Uni pending an internal investigation. He was a sensitive gentle giant by all accounts, possibly gay, she confided with a knowing but sympathetic smile. Constance added that he was 7'4. I nodded, and excused myself – I had to get a closer look! He was one third of my age and 25 inches taller.



I assumed Leo had gone to the bathroom. I headed there and sure enough, there was someone inside, so I waited outside the door. The coats and jackets were hung on hooks outside. I saw mine, and I also saw his, which was a black leather jacket. I unhooked it, and took it into a spare bedroom next to the bathroom. Sure enough there was a mirror there. It was a ridiculously huge and heavy jacket. I felt a bit perverted, but could not resist trying it on. It was one huge leather jacket. The shoulders drooped off my small shoulders and frame. The jacket came down to below my knees (I think it was down to Leo's waist surely!) and the sleeves were 12 or so inches too long. I felt like a ridiculous small child.



The door to the spare bedroom opened. I jumped in fright and looked to see who it was; there was no doubt that I had been rumbled! A great big, smiling face peered over the very top of the door – it was Leo!! He hadn’t been in the bathroom at all!!



He closed the door and approached me, smiling down at me. I fumbled a bizarre reason as to why I was standing there swamped in his jacket. I told him I loved his jacket, the type of leather and had to try it on. He smiled and said ‘no problem’. He asked my name, so we introduced ourselves. I shook his hand; I had to bunch the material of the sleeve up so that my hand would appear so he could shake it; my puny skinny hand disappeared into the biggest hand I had ever seen, let alone touched in my life! His hands were huge and meaty, his wrists big and chunky. I felt humiliated like a child as I shook his hand and stood before him. I was looking directly at his stomach, and he was a teenager. I didn’t want to let go of his hand, and we continued in the pose, eyes fixed on each other.



Here was a teenager over 2 feet taller than me and I felt puny and insignificant, humiliated, but oh so sexually aroused, I could feel a major erection developing in my trousers. I had to tell him how I felt.



I said, ‘so you are 18 then?’.

‘Nearly 19’ he replied

‘You’re so big’ is all I could say lamely!



He let go of my hand, smiled more, and told me I was so small. At that moment, he held out his hand in front of me. I was scared to do a comparison, in case I should feel more humiliated, but was compelled to. His hand was 10 or 11 inches long and about 8 inches wide, without him spreading his meaty sausage fingers. I put my skinny, bony hand up against his. It was a little smaller than his palm.



‘Wow’ is all I could muster. He laughed and I laughed (nervous laughter). I was aware that this boy was not yet 19. I was in my mid-40s. My legs were trembling and my heart racing. For a young guy, he was gutsy: ‘So you like to do comparisons then?’



‘Er yeah’ I heard myself saying as I gawped up at Leo. ‘Can you lift me up please?’ I mumbled.



Leo bent down so his face was in front of mine. ‘And how would Sir like to be lifted’, Leo joked. I gestured towards the lapel of his jacket that still hung off me. As requested, he took hold of the collars, bunched the material in his gigantic melon-sized fists and pulled me off my feet. I was then 2 feet in the air, my feet dangling. He brought me to him so I flung my legs around his hips.

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Nicholas said:

Leo story continuation:

I felt very strange being suspended by sheer power by this giant teen, my face close to his huge face so I could smell his breath, my legs clamped around his enormous midriff. Me still wearing the largest leather jacket you could imagine. Surreal! The mirror in the spare bedroom we occupied was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Looking at it, I got a sense of how tiny I was compared to him. His body was double the size of mine, his head even was twice the size of my small pin head!


He put me down with a thud. I felt safe being carried by him and was desperate to be lifted by him again, to be dominated, manhandled by the giant boy. I felt weak and wanted to be owned by him, his little doll to play with. My heart was still racing, my legs felt weak, I felt a stirring in my jeans, and was beginning to struggle a little under the weight of his leather jacket.


I can’t tell you how puny and inadequate I felt looking up at him. To give you some perspective, he was over 20 years younger than me, 2 feet and 1 inch taller and must have weight 3½ times as much as me. His waist, the belt of his leather trousers was at the level of my chin, his knees probably level with my crotch. I had to look up over a foot to the level of his shoulders which must have easily been double the circumference of mine. Looking up to the top of his head made me feel sick and dizzy…but I loved it! I was in heaven!


He smiled down at me and moved closer. I gulped. He told me how funny it was that I was a small little man! Like an action man doll he said. We looked at each other’s reflections. The top of my head was a foot below his shoulders. His width was phenomenal.


He came at me with his huge hand and placed it over my face. I could see thru the gaps in his fingers how ridiculous his hand looked against my face; it covered my whole face, his huge fat hand. With his other hand, he took me round the back of my neck. With a giggle, he then picked me up like this, adjusting his front hand to be round the front of my neck and chin. I was lifted like that up to the ceiling, my legs kicking, the giant laughing at me. He put me down again.


I slid his jacket off me. It fell to the ground. He looked at me sternly this time and said pick it up. I did and handed it to him, looking up sheepishly at him. He slid it on and did it up, so was now essentially a giant encased in leather. Wow!


I was so turned on. He knew it! We stood side by side looking across at the mirror. He continued to giggle at my diminutive stature. He took me by the back of the shirt i.e. the scruff of the neck and slowly, gently eased me up onto my tip toes. I felt so helpless, so foolish. One handed he raised me, so my toes were barely touching the floor. Even though I only weigh 125lbs, how strong does a kid need to be to do that?


I was fully erect now in my jeans and so aroused. He raised me up and down and giggled each time my feet left the floor and started kicking. The back of my shirt was bunched up in his fist and straining, my arms involuntarily out at the sides. Felt uncomfortable but deeply erotic.


Next, he just took hold of the front of my shirt collar one handed, bunched it up and started jerking me around, pushing and pulling me back and forth and laughing, as I was totally in his control, getting flung around, but him holding on to me. He loved it. I was red in the face, so embarrassed, even though only us two were witnesses to this. I loved it too!


He told me to strip as he let go of me. I was shaking like a leaf in fear and arousal, and did as he said. I stood there in my silky satin boxer shorts and my socks and that’s it. I felt so puny!

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agn said:

I like it
Tell us more about this giant kid

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