Ch. 2 The Bar
We went to the nearest quite bar that I could think of in a hurry, attracting every single view along the way, which was not quite surprising. Obviously, Megan was an eye-stopper being as tall as she was. But, at 8'4" in her heels, it was over a certain psychological limit, not to mention that her body would be impressive at average height, specially her massively muscled long legs, and her wide powerful back. And as a cherry on top of all that was my averagely-built 5'7" frame barely taller than her legs, and significantly thinner. I bet only one of her legs was heavier than my entire body; it was certainly stronger.
Entering the bar was more interesting that I expected as the door was only 7 feet high, and of normal width. It was like watching Alice in wonderland. Megan had to bend over to fit her height, and then turn sideways to fit her shoulders, which made her breasts and ass scrape on the doorframes. Fuck me, that's amazing; an 18 year-old girl too large for a doorway.. and she was on a date with me! I remembered my new neighbour and how I had daydreamed about her towering frame after meeting her in the elevator. She was quite tall but, compared to Megan...
As we entered the hallway, there was just enough space for her to stand up with her head grazing the ceiling. Which reminded me, the standard height for ceilings was actually 2.5m or exactly 8'4". Acting the gentleman, as I offered to help Megan with her jacket I remembered that I could barely reach a ceiling while standing on a chair. Hmmm, this might be a bit complicated.
Meanwhile Megan accepting the offer, turned her perfectly huge ass towards me almost swatting me. I had to take a step back only to find my back against a wall, her mare-sized ass only inches from my chest. It was about elbow length wide and had that sexy protrusion that can only be found on really voluptuous girls. As I was never a fan of small thin butts, this was a blessing. And the way that dress was hugging her shape tightly made me gulp. Her hair was also amazingly hot, thickly braided and ending somewhere between her butt cheeks.
I was about to compliment her hair when Megan noticed something on her shoe and promptly bending over to clean it. If you've ever seen a girl in a tightly-hugging mini dress bend over, you'll know what a heart-stopping moment that is. Her ass grew wider, closed the gap and pinned my torso and arms against the wall. I couldn't move a muscle and it was quite difficult to take a breath. As she was getting up again, her ass cheeks pinched my torso like a toothpaste tube pushing all the air out. Finally free, and silently regaining my breath I moved my hands upwards to see about helping her with the jacket. I was right: I could barely reach her shoulders, but luckily she helped me by shrugging, thereby lowering the jacket a bit.
We found a place in a secluded separated part, with half-circle barchair-height sofas and a high table. I wasn't too happy with the place as the leg rung was too low for me to reach, but Megan had no such problem; her legs were resting easily on the floor. Actually, her knees barely fit in the half-circle, one of her knees touching my side of the sofa, and the other sticking out.
We exchanged the basic information though the first bottle of wine, I found out that when she was a kid she had problems with hormone balance, apparently she has always had problems with her pituitary gland. She explained that it was the controlling gland for hormonal distribution, even directing other glands.
These problems caused trouble with her metabolism that made her really fat during her childhood and even up to her high school days. As a direct coincidence all of the kids her age made fun of her. This motivated her to start training with her father's weights in the basement, at first secretly but soon openly. But due to her health issues it was impossible to lose weight, which made her train more in frustration. But what she didn't realize is that underneath that overweight body she developed a massive muscular frame. As she later discovered, her body was blessed with a very rare problem of hypermuscularity, caused by the inability of her body to react to a certain protein. This was genetic, not related to her gland.
So by high school she was already a massive mountain of muscle hidden under pound and pounds of fat. During her freshman year, she lost control of herself and hurt some seniors. She was for this reason expelled. Her father couldn't take care of her with his constant business trips, and her mother had passed away a long time ago so she was sent to her aunt, and from there she graduated high school by correspondence.
During this time she continued her training even harder, and her weight problems also suddenly disappeared, uncovering her massive muscles. But her massive growth spurts started at about age 14 when she was expelled, and she grew from 6'2" to the current 7'8".
By the end of the story we had finished the first bottle, this time she decided to go order another, and I had a great time watching her sway her way over to the bar and lean over to order. The bartender's eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
She returned with the wine, this time sitting next to me. Unfortunately due to her sheer size, she almost sat on top of me; I had to quickly scramble out of her way. She finally placed her massive ass right next to me, pushing me away when her ass spread in contact with the sofa. "Why don't we sit a bit closer?" she said, resting her massive arm heavily on my shoulders and pulling me in closer.
In this position my head was level with her shoulders and I had to look almost straight up to see her. Looking down, all I could see was the impossible size difference of my leg compared to hers. While my thigh was on the sofa almost to the knees, only her ass was resting on the sofa, while the rest of her leg was sticking way out. And as the sofa was about two feet high, my legs were hanging a few inches above the floor, while her knees were slightly above our sitting position, and her massive thighs were taking up all the space under the table.
With a sly smile and a sexy side-long glance she told me: "I could really enjoy some apple juice before the wine."
"Should I go order it?"
"No need; we can use these," she said, pointing at the apples on the table. Before I had a chance to ask what she was thinking, she grabbed one, brought it over her glass and closed her fist over it. Her forearm ballooned with muscle for a second, and juice flowed from her hand to the glass.
"I just love freshly-squeezed fruit. Would you like one?" she asked innocently, like she just did the most normal thing. It took me a few seconds to form words, and I managed to answer "Positively," dying to see that again.