Author's Note:
And the Excuse THIS time is my laptop was broken for a while and needed repairing, then something something writers block. At this point, I'm not going to make anymore promises, that being said, hope you enjoy this one.
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It was a boisterous evening that late July, pubs had been filled with supporters of the local team as well as their jeers and complaints when the colours of their pride were worn by the losers of the match.
Not that it changed much, everyone was still loud and having fun, knocking back ciders and lagers like parched throats in the desert. Match day was just an excuse to get out and have fun with the mates, people would complain and moan but win or lose, people came out only because it was fun to do so.
Or rather, this was the case for all except one corner of the room.
Two men, one more hammered than the other with problems that went beyond the scope of the winners of a footy match.
His name was Ralph Walker and two months prior he had been dumped by his girlfriend.
"It's not my fault I'm so damn short!" He moaned, the stench of alcohol pungent on his breath.
The 5"3 man was currently emptying the troubles of his heart as fast as he drained the drink from his glass while his best friend suffered the pain of listening to his inebriated babbling all the while.
"It's ok bud." He answered half-tired, half-amused at his pint sized friend's broken heart.
"I mean, it's all down to genetics and stuff innit?" He continued
"Absolutely"
"I'm not even that tiny! Do I look like some midget to you?"
"'Course not"
"It's not my fault my parents gave birth to some freak of vertical nature..."
"Damn that nature"
"Nature's a bitch!"
Ralph took another swig from his long emptied glass. He looked at the bartender as if to ask for a refill, but his disapproving glare made him shut his mouth.
His friend sighed, exhausted just from listening to his friend but even more so because this wasn't the first time he'd endured his friend's rejection episodes.
"Maybe you should give up on getting a girlfriend dude. The hermit life might be for you, and you'll doing our planet a service by not contributing to overpopulation"
Ralph turned to him with a flushed face and unfocused eyes, far too hammered for his own good, it was impressive that he could hear his friend despite his intoxication.
"Absolutely fuck no! I just haven't found the right one yet! I'll get her soon, just you wait!"
"Ralph, this was the third rejection this month—The TWELTH this year!"
"That's not too bad though..."
"It's barely even the middle of March!"
Ralph made a dismissive gesture and again, stole a swig from his empty glass.
"Seriously, just you wait bro! I'll snag me a real knockout someday, one that likes me for who I am!"
"A vertically challenged drunk?"
"Yeah! That thing!"
And he got what he wished for not a week later. He met her on a dating website, one of hundreds he had bookmarked and prowled on regularly.
She wasn't the first person he had tried to date that claimed she was interested in shorter guys, she's just the only one that didn't lose interest or stand him up afterwards.
But he wasn't expecting her to be a giant that was for sure. Cindy Stokes towered over him, a good two feet taller than he was. She had long red hair and skyblue eyes that reflected a sort of liveliness that made her feel younger than she actually was or appeared to be. Her plush pink lips seemed permanently curved in a joyful grin and while she hid her body under a turtleneck sweater, it was pretty obvious that her tits were equally as freakishly huge as she was.
They hit it off alright, and Ralph learned Cindy had just as much trouble with relationships as he did.
"Seriously? With a body like that? Who would be crazy enough to turn you down?" His question was met with a polite smile and a dainty chuckle. They may have had similar bad luck but she clearly took it in stride more than he did.
"Oh? Don't you have a silver tongue. I think some guys are just intimidated by me, they don't make girls in my size these days wouldn't you say?"
"That's a shame too, I wouldn't mind having a couple thousand more hotties like you walking around"
It was a bad pick up line to be sure but it was also the genuine truth. Giant tits, broad hips and a smile that could melt the ice caps, not to mention funny and a blast to talk to in general, she was almost too perfect.
What could anyone possibly not see in her?
"A 'hottie' am I?" Cindy purred, shooting her eyebrows up in mirthful surprise. She leaned forward over their shared table, briefly startling Ralph who's thoughts turned to her poorly contained chest knocking over glasses and menus. When nothing of the sort happened, he looked back to her face, now inches from his own and grew captivated by her marvellous smile, her hypnotic eyes, her beauty in general.
"Then tell me Mr. Charmer, do I intimidate you too?"
The truth was she did and Ralph was about to lie hoping to get in her good books. But her eyes, more like a clear crystal than the empty sky, made him imagine his true feelings being reflected in her gleaming gaze.
Like she would know if he was lying or not.
"Oh yeah, absolutely" he responded with a laugh "But if this doesn't work out then I'm probably going to go 'celibate monk' style now, you know?"
She smiled kindly, radiating a type of warmth that just washed over and enveloped you, purifying you of your stress and anxiety. Her eyes gleamed attentively too, like she wasn't focused on anything but him in that moment. They drew him in as if to hypnotize, her whole being radiated an almost maternal kindness that made him feel secure in her gaze.
As far back as he tried to recall, Ralph couldn't remember any girl making him feel so happy with a look, hell, he couldn't remember one giving him such a devoted look ever, let alone the first date.
Perhaps that should have been the first warning.
Giggling at his increasingly flushed face she took his hand in hers and whispered low and seductively.
"Well, we can't let that happen to you now can we?"
A couple hours later they were in a hotel room.
Less than a minute upon entering, Ralph was being swallowed in Cindy's rapturous kiss.
He thought they were moving a little two fast when she had suggested they stop at a hotel instead of parting ways but she simply shook off his concerns with her unflinchingly loving smile and Ralph had shut up on the taxi ride over.
He said nothing on the drive over when she sat close, practically sitting ON him.
He said nothing when they booked a room and took the elevator up with her clinging to his side.
It was only when they got to the room did his nerves finally surface. He turned to say something just as he heard the door close and suddenly found himself tasting the giant's tongue, squirming deeper into his mouth to probe every nook and cranny his gums could offer, breathing the hot, heavy air that passed her lips.
To call it a kiss would be selling it short, she was practically eating him, giving a whole new meaning to 'sucking face' as her plush lips enveloped his entire mouth, leaving faint red trails where the skin touched her lipstick and a sheen of saliva.
His first instinct was to struggle. Having a powerful force restrain him tightly while something wet and soft latched onto his face and infiltrated his mouth surprised him into a panic.
But she held him firmly, her arms reaching down his back had fastened his arms to his sides and her thighs clasped around his lower body to stop his legs from flailing uselessly while she violated his mouth.
He calmed down eventually and relaxed in her grip, melting into her kiss as her mouth sloppily bathed his face and gums in her heated drool.
She eventually picked up the little man until he was truly dangling in her arms, his feet no longer touching the ground, and took him to the bed. She threw him onto the soft mattress and wasted no time climbing on with him, stripping - almost tearing in her haste - her dress to bare her lingerie covered body for him to see.
The underwear she wore was pink and lacy but too small for her proportions. Her bra barely covered her areolae and futily tried to hold back her immense bosom that now fell unrestrained and free without it and her panties were little more than a thong riding high on her hips but being consumed by her voluptuous ass.
He looked up at her, on all fours hovering over his clothed, yet pitched, crotch with her mouth open and her tongue lolling out, bubbles of foamy spit built up inside her mouth anticipating the drop onto his flesh stick while she waited. Her body shuddered with every breath she took, each left to be drawn out and audible for Ralph's sake and her eyes, which had never stopped watching him since the restaurant, gazed with that half-lidded stare like she was busy in a blissful daydream too pleasant to wake from.
He didn't realize she had asked him a question until she patted at his crotch to get him to focus, like a puppy pawing at it's owner for attention.
