"This is awesome!" Amy beamed when she stepped into the location. By itself, there was little worth noting about the area. Stagehands, managers, lights, photographers and others scurried around, making sure nothing would go wrong. No, it was the group of models gathered to the side of the action that sparked Amy's euphoria. A manager approached. They wore high heels and looked around six feet with them, yet she was head and shoulders below the shortest model.
"Wow," Amanda said beside her and gave a low whistle, "It's like a herd of you."
"They're all Amazons. Well, that's how we're marketing them anyway," said Joanne, joining them. She was still exhausted from when she picked up the pair, who had wasted no time in 'paying' her, leaving Amy's manager dishevelled and satisfied, "None of them are below seven feet."
"We've gotta mingle," Amy pulled Amanda along, though she was happy enough to jog beside her. "HI!" Amy said when they stopped at the group. They stopped whatever conversation they were having to size up the new addition. One gawked, which had a domino effect on the others as they realised Amy was, at minimum, half a foot taller than them. And, better yet, was packing an impressive package even for her size.
Each of the Amazons were stunning in their own regard. No one could mistake them for ugly, no matter how warped their perspective was. Expert makeup accentuated the natural beauty on each of their faces, while handmade garments hugged their luscious figures. As with any human, of course, their figures differed in subtle and obvious ways.
One sported breasts large enough to challenge Amy's monstrous set. Another had her hips cocked to the side, pronouncing how wide her lower half was. A third had supple hills at the crest of her bosom where her areolae were. Only one futa was amongst them, aside Amy, though she wasn't noteworthy in much else. She was the second tallest next to the overendowed Amy. The others weren't to be ignored, nor did they command attention.
Amanda gawked at them all with a vivid bulge in her pants. While it was a delight to shrink Amy and be the giant, that was a temporary love, where being dwarfed by her girlfriend, in near-every capacity, would never fade. And now she was surrounded by similar sized women, albeit without the added equipment. It was heaven.
"Name's Amy. This is Amanda."
"Hey," one said. She had a gothic aesthetic, though her smile radiated warmth, possibly because her skin lacked any colour of its own, "I'm Brie. This is Nicole," she gestured to largest breasted Amazon, "Kate," then to the broad hipped one, "And that's Lily." She nodded at the one with massive areolae.
"Nice to meet you," they all said. Amy got the names of the others, but they didn't talk much. It wasn't hard to discern that the ones Brie had introduced had experience in this setting, while the others were drafted for their ordinarily freakish height.
"I've seen you somewhere before," Nicole said, strutting forward, her mammoth chest jiggling as she did so. Braless? Amy wondered. It made sense, since getting one custom made for such a size would be expensive, and time consuming, "You were in Big Tits Monthly, weren't you?" She referred to a common porn magazine Amy appeared in, but it never showed anything below the waist.
"Yeah, I've got a shoot with them next week actually," Amy said.
"Me too. Dana said she'd got me a gig with another 'big girl', didn't think it'd be with you. Your boobs are amazing!" Nicole gushed.
"Thanks, yours look great too. Can't wait to play with them," Amy said, infusing her seduction into a playful smirk.
"Hey! Remember what we agreed; no fucking around unless I'm the 'around'," Amanda said, however her admonishment lacked any weight with her erection straining for release.
"You think I wouldn't invite you?" Amy giggled and picked her up, "We'll double team her."
"Don't I get a say," Nicole chuckled and flipped her long, blonde waves around.
"Nope," Amanda said and winked at her as she was set down with a parting kiss, then her eyes widened and her lips parted.
"Move," said a strong accented voice. The others all turned and shuffled aside, allowing the giant among giants to move through, despite there being plenty of space around them. Amy didn't move, however. Not out of astonishment or fear, no, her face shone like a child's might if Christmas and their birthday had merged together with Easter. It didn't matter that she had to crane her neck back to stare at the new arrival.
"I said 'move'." It was a Russian accent, one that befitted the Amazonian babe's low, husky voice. Her rack outdid even Amy's and, if that didn't grab the eye, the gorgeous locks of platinum hair would as it flowed across her shoulders and bosom. Like most fantasies of foreigners, she had all the makings of beauty. Luscious lips, dark framed pale blue, almost turquoise eyes and strong cheekbones, all pronounced with her minimal makeup. It was a vision of infallible beauty, yet one that begged to be sullied.
Amy stepped aside. Again, not out of fear. As the mystery Amazon passed, Amy studied her rear with all the focus of an artist painting their muse, committing each curve to memory. When the Russian disappeared from view, she turned to Amanda.
"Was it just me, or is she the hottest woman ever?" Amy asked.
"No, not just you," Amanda agreed, "And did you see her dick? Jesus, Amy, I think she might be bigger than you."
"Who was she anyway?" Amy postulated, eyes trained for any sight of the Amazon. Today already topped a long, long list by meeting half a dozen women as tall as her - and their being hot didn't hurt either - but finding someone greater than her in every visible way would be something she remembered for decades to come, longer if she managed to bed the stunning giantess, and forever if she got a few other Amazons to join in.
"That," Nicole said, "Was Yuri Vasiliev. She's been insanely popular since last year."
"Oh? When did she start?" Amanda asked.
"Last year," Nicole chuckled, "Doesn't hurt that she seems to be growing still. Shame that she's such a cold bitch."
"What do you mean?"
"That little display, that's just the tip of the iceberg that is that futa. She's taller than everyone, so she thinks she's above them. That old story. But we, me and Brie, have tried to be friends with her and she just shrugs us off. I even tried seducing the bitch. Did not go well," Nicole explained.
"Great," Amy sighed, "Now I want her more."
"Same," Amanda licked her lips, "Well, not like you won't get that big eventually." She added as a whisper. The thought of being that height, of standing double Amanda's height, towering over everybody regardless of whether they were an Amazon like herself, was both erotic and terrifying. Erotic, for obvious reasons, such as potentially having a cock the same size as her girlfriend's entire body, and terrifying because of how it enticed her. If she had the means to get that huge, what would stop her from going beyond?
Thoughts for later. The director approached with a clap of her hands, which made her blatant implants sway from side to side. She had a look of rapt adoration on her face as she stared up at the Amazons gathered around, and Yuri who stood off to the side. Amanda received an approving nod, but no more.
"Alright, ladies. And futanari. I'm Hera Stone, and we're going to be working to highlight your exalted heights, so we're going to have you staged with props to give comparisons. And that's also why we have this lovely, normal levelled madam here," Amanda gave a small wave, "The bigger you look, the better I say. Also, for you three," Hera gestured to the three futa Amazons present, "We might want some naughty shots of you, so be prepared."
Amy chose that moment to gauge Yuri's reaction to such a request. She had done plenty of nude photo shoots, not all sexual in nature, but she enjoyed showing off her body. Few things made her giggle like the reaction of an unprepared intern when they saw her breasts or cock. The same was untrue for Yuri.
Pale beauty blanched into a pallid horror at the statement. A hint of rose tainted her snowy cheeks and her piercing eyes descended on the floor, away from anyone else's gaze. By no perception was she excited for it, rather, she was terrified of it.
"We'll start with some Amazon-sized casual wear. Shirts, jeans etc. Then we'll move onto lingerie and swimwear. After that, we'll get to the juicy stuff," Hera said, either ignorant to Yuri's discomfort, or blocking it from her mind, "Alright let's get started."
Amy wasn't needed at first, so she approached the mountainous Russian. It wasn't simple curves that comprised her beauty, or her daunting height, but her musculature. Ripe biceps bulged across her arms, rigid beneath a lush layer of fat, and were mimicked by her thighs, each the size of a tree trunk. And yet, for all the dense mixture of softness and strength piled on her hulking frame, Yuri carried it all with ease.
Bitch or not, Amy lusted for her. She wouldn't let it show, not until she had broken through the icy exterior that only the mention of sex had so much as scratched. For now, she needed to strike up a conversation at least.
"So, how long have you been a model?"
"Three years," Yuri answered.
"Nicole said you started last year."
"I worked in Russia. Only started in America last year," Yuri said, her accent drenched her words in an exotic chocolate, one that made Amy crave to listen for hours on end.
"Still though, pretty surprised you didn't start when you were, like, sixteen or something. I bet you were a real beauty, even then."
Yuri said nothing that time, instead she glared at Amy like no one had before. But the glare hid something else, Amy noted. Perception was a fleeting skill of hers. Sometimes she could notice when Amanda gained, or lost, so much as a pound. Usually, however, she was blind to any subtle changes. Not this time. Nerves and excitement and intrigue danced behind Yuri's gaze.
"Okay, let's leave that alone. What about sex? I bet you've fucked dozens of women by now," Amy said, a knowing smirk on her face as she watched for Yuri's reaction.
"I-I... No, I haven't."
"Hmm, shame."
"Shame?"
"That you don't use that log of yours more often," Amy said.
