Being a pretty small guy (5ft 1¾in tall & 112lbs), I’ve often thought about how it would feel to encounter or meet 2 giant siblings. They’d be teens, much younger than me (I’m 45 odd), perhaps twins, or if different ages, maybe 16 and 18. She is 6’5-6’6 tall and 250lbs of curves and puppy fat, and he considerably taller e.g. 6’9 – 6’10 and 280-300lbs of bulk, 2 baby-faced, big-built young siblings…meeting me, a shrunken, small-boned fortysomething!
Maybe it’s a family gathering. At their house. A room full of giants is too cliched but these 2 giants stand out. Clearly their family is also very tall, but they’re the new breed, the new generation! They’re baby faced, seem young, but are confident; despite the fact people are gawping up at them and talking about their stature in hushed tones.
It then becomes apparent that they seem to find me quite amusing as they keep looking over and smirking down at me, which makes me feel quite self-conscious and inadequate.
They inch closer, looking at each other and smiling. I’m getting nervous.
Perhaps they then come over and chat. I go a little red and feel so puny – I’m hating the sensation, but enjoying it at the same time. These kids are HUGE – everything about them, I’m noticing. Their waists seem on a level with my shoulders. They’re standing close to me, enjoying the size comparison.
People are looking at us…the size difference is just brilliant for people.
Perhaps they then lure me upstairs. Not sure how or why, but I’m upstairs and they’re with me and they start making comments about my height and what a mini-man I am. One of them even says I look like Verne Troyer (I mean, really?!). The daughter is saying how cute I am!
They then decide to put various items from her wardrobe up against me, much to their amusement. I feel trapped now up here and can’t figure out how to get back downstairs. So embarrassing, as they’re putting HER clothes up against me, girl’s clothes and finding it so funny. She makes me wear her jacket. Never felt so humiliated as I did with a girl’s jacket just hanging off me, the shoulders way too wide, the arms way too long. Felt like a little boy, even though I was 25+ years her senior.
They come closer and ask how much I weigh. 115lbs, I stammer. They each take it in turns to pick me up, first under my arms, then in other ways. They’re challenging each other and she’s matching her bro every step of the way. She clearly finds me almost as featherweight as HE does. I just go along with it, as I’m strangely aroused.
Nothing like a teenage guy and girl lifting you up to their face level by your jacket collar to focus the mind!
TBC – any thoughts?
Maybe it’s a family gathering. At their house. A room full of giants is too cliched but these 2 giants stand out. Clearly their family is also very tall, but they’re the new breed, the new generation! They’re baby faced, seem young, but are confident; despite the fact people are gawping up at them and talking about their stature in hushed tones.
It then becomes apparent that they seem to find me quite amusing as they keep looking over and smirking down at me, which makes me feel quite self-conscious and inadequate.
They inch closer, looking at each other and smiling. I’m getting nervous.
Perhaps they then come over and chat. I go a little red and feel so puny – I’m hating the sensation, but enjoying it at the same time. These kids are HUGE – everything about them, I’m noticing. Their waists seem on a level with my shoulders. They’re standing close to me, enjoying the size comparison.
People are looking at us…the size difference is just brilliant for people.
Perhaps they then lure me upstairs. Not sure how or why, but I’m upstairs and they’re with me and they start making comments about my height and what a mini-man I am. One of them even says I look like Verne Troyer (I mean, really?!). The daughter is saying how cute I am!
They then decide to put various items from her wardrobe up against me, much to their amusement. I feel trapped now up here and can’t figure out how to get back downstairs. So embarrassing, as they’re putting HER clothes up against me, girl’s clothes and finding it so funny. She makes me wear her jacket. Never felt so humiliated as I did with a girl’s jacket just hanging off me, the shoulders way too wide, the arms way too long. Felt like a little boy, even though I was 25+ years her senior.
They come closer and ask how much I weigh. 115lbs, I stammer. They each take it in turns to pick me up, first under my arms, then in other ways. They’re challenging each other and she’s matching her bro every step of the way. She clearly finds me almost as featherweight as HE does. I just go along with it, as I’m strangely aroused.
Nothing like a teenage guy and girl lifting you up to their face level by your jacket collar to focus the mind!
TBC – any thoughts?