Jocalyn the Giantess
by Jason CF




I stared in awe at Jocalyn. She was at least a thousand feet tall, to my perspective at least. And she was beautiful beyond compare. Her bikini clad body made expansive impressions as she reclined in the glittering white sand. We were alone at a deserted beach and she did not know I was there.

I suppose the first word that came to mind when I saw her was goddess. Goddess, in that she was absolutely perfect as a work of art; and goddess, in that she could have crossed hundreds of feet with a single step. I was drawn to her immediately, of course. Her long, golden legs slowly crossed, a dizzying motion as it was the first time I had seen her move. I paused in spite of myself, the motion completed. Her foot was tens of times higher than me, facing up as it bobbed slightly back and forth. She was awake and fiddling idly with her lovely body. I traced with my eyes the contour of her gigantic leg. Her leg muscles curved gently and defined a thin figure; for a couple seconds I could convince myself that she was an innocent and harmless young woman. But these curves were expansive, and it could have taken me ten minutes to scale her tanned lower leg.

Which, of course, I had to do once the notion was implanted in my head.

I walked carefully towards her leg, to the point where it had sunken into the sand the most. I looked up and saw that the climb was indeed going to be difficult. It was perhaps 30 feet before I could have reached her shin. I stared at the flawlessness of her skin, now a gently curving wall before me. I glanced both ways down either length of her body. I could make out massive hips to my far right, and the hints of a playful foot in the distance to my left. I hesitated, then pressed an index finger into her skin. It was delightfully soft and yielded easily under my touch. I hastily withdrew it, but she did not seem to notice in the slightest. Again I reached out, this time brushing the back of my hand firmly against her leg. Her pores caused my hand to ever-so-slightly dip in and out of an otherwise perfectly smooth surface. Again, there was no reaction.

Here was the acid test. I took a deep breath, reared up and slammed my fist into her skin as hard as I could. The action completed, I immediately felt apologetic to the giantess for abusing her so--but this thought was quickly followed up by the realization that apologies would scarcely matter if she mistook me for a stinging insect and brought her huge nails to bore on me. I winced in anticipation of this assault. Seconds passed...then minutes. I had put as much force as possible into her body and she had not noticed me. To Jocalyn, I was less than a stinging insect.

Again I touched her leg. The surface was tantalizing. I found a pore and gently took a hold of it as best I could. With my other hand, I reached up and grabbed a higher pore. My feet had left the ground and quickly sought another indentation to rest on. In this manner, I slowly scaled my way up Jocalyn's left leg. The entire time I was drinking in the delightful tone of her skin, while deathly afraid that she'd abandon her nap for a more vertical pursuit. But within a few minutes I found the wall was leveling out, and I crawled onto Jocalyn's shin.

I was sitting on a perfectly sculpted leg. It was hundreds of feet long in either direction, raising to her knee some 50 feet away. I spread my legs out and reclined on her skin, turning to face her feet. Her right leg flanked the one I was on, slightly akimbo so her right foot was pointing toes along the beach. Her left foot was a pleasant sight. It was definitely a female foot, long and slender, with smallish toes and perfectly manicured toenails. I had to tilt my head backward to see the tips of her toes, framed by the blue sky. I stood and faced the other direction. Her knee blocked the view of most of her body, so I scampered along to reach this lookout. Her skin was much rougher here and I easily scuttled up the hill.

The sight was greeted me was awesome. Her thigh was a sloping avenue of a couple hundred feet, tapering to a distant light green bikini bottom. Her left thigh paralleled the first, and both led into a massive stomach. I could see the motions of her breathing as she slowly inhaled and exhaled. Beyond that, maybe a third of a mile away, I could make out two gorgeous green hills capping this tanned plain. Her breasts heaved almost imperceptibly at this distance, covered partially by the top of her two-piece. While this was all breathtaking, her arms and hands perhaps impressed me the most. To my right , craning my neck to look, I could see a titanic open palm. From this her arm proceeded past her waist and up into a very distant shoulder.

I stood there awestruck for a few minutes. I knew I'd have to climb her leg again, and this time to a greater height, but I finally struck out for Jocalyn's palm. I walked slowly, almost leisurely, along her thigh, somewhat convinced now that she was sleeping or incoherent and that I could explore unhindered. The green bikini grew closer and attained a bit more contour as I approached. Soon I was at the highest point of her upper leg. I edged down the outside, using all my limbs to maximum effect to protect myself from skidding down her supple flank. When I had gauged that the distance was right, I allowed myself to slide the rest of the way down.

It was frightening and I immediately regretted the action. I plummeted down further than I had thought, landing squarely on the fleshiest part of Jocalyn's palm. Though jolted quite a bit, I was none the worse for wear and again the towering beauty had not noticed my presence. After regaining my senses, I explored the expanse of Jocalyn's palm. Her thumb was loosely propped against her thigh from which I had just descended, and her large fingers were curved slightly towards the sky. Like any part of her body, Jocalyn's hand dwarfed me many times over. I ran my hand along the sweeping lines of her palm, all worked in her gorgeous skin tones. A narrow basin formed the center of her hand, where I eventually ended up after my spill, so I easily worked my way up towards her thumb.

The climb became suddenly difficult as I neared her leg; her thumb bent naturally at a sharp angle. I took advantage of the many wrinkles around her joints, grabbing her flesh and working hand over hand. At the bony top the going was again easily because of the horizontal orientation and the wall of her leg bracing her thumb and offering me support. I walked to the edge of her thumb, my hand slightly bracing myself against her tanned leg. Her fingernail was smooth and sheen, slightly longer than a male's but free of nail polish. I peered over the edge and cowered involuntarily from the potentially troublesome 15-foot drop onto the sand below.

I quickly moved back along her thumb, walked across her palm, and padded along each of her fingers. Jocalyn was a tall woman regardless of my personal height, and her hand reflected it. Despite their size, there was a certain fragility of construction, a certain favoring of length over width, to each finger. They were quite long, quite feminine and quite enjoyable if I do say so myself. I eagerly brushed my hands along their wide slopes and nuzzled down into the soft skin at the end.

Some time passed as I was doing this, and I presently addressed the issue of climbing back onto her main body. Again I traversed her palm, this time towards the receding path that was her left arm. I slid a bit during the transition from palm to arm, and noted her veins barely showing as I loped along the inside of her forearm. I was gently ascending her, and I soon reached her bikini to my left. The green material was thick, yielding and ideal for climbing, so I left her arm and inched up her encompassing thigh.

At this point I must have been probing sensitive areas because as I reached the top of her leg, Jocalyn stirred with earthquake-like effects. I gripped onto her bikini fiercely as she jostled, probably minor movements to her giantess body. Even worse than this jolting, the hand I had just been exploring itched rapidly along the area I had traversed. I threw myself away from the sweeping fingers and swiping fingernails, grasping onto her bikini again to save myself from plummeting onto the beach between her legs. In moments the itching had stopped. My heart pounded as I righted myself, cautiously stepping onto the squishy surface of her green bathing suit.

I crossed this surface with no difficulties but psychological, all the time being drawn to the majesty of her breasts that grew nearer. In moments I could step down from the rise of her suit, and marvel at the soft resilience of her stomach. The feel of her flesh was different here, even more pleasant (if that was possible) than, say, the musculature of her leg. Hints of stomach muscles gave the plain a gradual rolling quality. The size of it was simply impossible, though. Her thigh was wide enough for me to build a house on; her stomach was a practical vista. And then there was her breathing...a rhythmic rising and falling of Jocalyn's glorious stomach that brought me with it. It was hypnotic in quality. I had a strong urge to lie on her soft belly, but a still stronger urge to run across it. With my eyes trained on a mountain climber's dream, I sprinted full tilt across Jocalyn's stomach. I laughed loudly and twirled once before abruptly stopping as I reached her right breast.

I had not really noticed the rise and fall of her stomach and chest with these voluminous wonders in my sights. For the third time (the first being my initial view of her and the second upon reaching her knee), I was bewildered and awed by the simple glory of Jocalyn's body. With a single finger, I pressed gingerly into the flesh of her breast. This new surface was to the stomach as the stomach was to the leg. Sheer ecstasy spilled through me as her skin bent cheerfully under my touch. I took a step back, and another, almost tumbling as I forgot my orientation and drunk in the greatness before me.

I sat like that, transfixed, for what seemed like hours. Finally I slowly stood up and brushed my entire back along the inside of her breast, slowly sweeping towards the convergence with its partner. I worked through the division without a problem, coming out on the top side of her chest.

Her chin. Her chin arrested my attention, towering over her wide neck. Hair. Her golden hair spilled over the sides of her head such that I could only get a few longing glances. Her breasts. I turned around, backing up again. There they were, even clearer now. They curved away towards my origin, two hills of incomparable composition. Above I could see her ample cleavage terminated by the familiar green thickness of her bikini. Jocalyn, I was convinced again, was a goddess. And I was right at the top of her body, which would be a skyscraper-like drop if she chose to stand.

But while no surface could possibly rival Jocalyn's gorgeous breasts, since the start of my exploration I was hoping to see her massive, pretty face more than anything. I turned to my original orientation and descended to her collar bone and the juncture of her neck. I strode carefully along the bony inside of Jocalyn's neck, to the underside of her jaw. What a climb! Almost as high as the climb along the outside of her bikini, but more vertical and with less grip.

Nonetheless, I was determined. The skin was noticeably more taut here. My legs dangled as I laboriously brought my body up to her chin by upper-body strength alone. As I neared her chin the skin became suddenly boney beneath and the last few feet were even more difficult. But I emerged triumphantly onto the top of the reclining giantess's chin. As before, I was rendered speechless. Jocalyn's beautiful face, all the more stunning through their impossible proportions, was before me. Her chin sloped down immediately before me, curving deliciously back up to Jocalyn's parted lips. The goddess was sleeping soundlessly. I could glimpse her enormous white teeth in the gap, suggesting the perilous spiral down Jocalyn's throat into her insides. This was the first real danger Jocalyn's body had presented me with, and the thought of tumbling down the inside of Jocalyn's titanic body was numbing. Still, I continued with my eyes up to her large nose, which expelled pleasant gusts of warm air towards me periodically. She had a lovely nose, I knew, uniquely shaped and well-proportioned. Her cheeks, ruddier than the rest of her golden body, curved about me to the front and on both sides. Her lower eyelids were visible past her cheeks, and above these an adorably wrinkled forehead. Perhaps Jocalyn was dreaming.

Past her forehead were flows of her rich blond hair, trailing haphazardly across her crown. I eased down the chin to feel her lips. Without hesitation I placed an imperceptible kiss on her lower lip, her breath tousling my hair as I lingered. I stood, running my palm along her lip, and watched the inside of her mouth with some apprehension. I could make out her tongue, a slightly different shade of shadow, in the cavernous expanse beyond Jocalyn's teeth. I worked about the divots of her mouth to the slopes around her nose. I walked along her cheek, careful to brace against Jocalyn's laborious breathing as I made my way towards her eyelids. Her eyelashes were a couple feet in length and slick to the touch. Her long nose was very pretty to view from the side.

I now altered course to my right, sliding down the sharp incline to her ear. Propped along the inner rim here, I happily grabbed handfuls of Jocalyn's endless hair. Sleek, thick and a perfect golden-brown, I rubbed a fistful of the strands to my cheek. And sighed.

But I had pushed my luck too far, as I should have guessed. Standing so close to her ear, even that sigh was clear for the slumbering titaness. Jolted suddenly as she awoke, her hair flung out of my hands and I grabbed desperately to her ear. I felt nauseated for a few seconds as the world seemingly inverted, as I still clung to the hard surface of Jocalyn's inner ear. I didn't need to look at the lay of her hair to know that Jocalyn the goddess had decided to both wake and stand up.

There is apparently not only a calm before the storm, but a calm after the storm. I lay propped precariously against Jocalyn's ear, still clutching to her and staring at the spills of her golden hair around me. I didn't dare lean over the edge to see the drop to her shoulder below--let alone confront the certain death associated with a drop down the entire length of her tall body.

"Is someone there?" Jocalyn's whisper was musical. Despite the confusion and trepidation apparent in her voice, she was made every inch the complete goddess with her chiming voice.

I had nothing to lose, for the climb back down Jocalyn's body was going to be difficult no matter how I approached it. "Jocalyn?" I called into her ear.

Her head shook just a little, but that simple motion was magnified by her goddess size. I intensified my grip on her ear and continued: "Please don't shake your head. I am in your left ear. Bring your palm to your ear, wait a second, a bring it back to the front of your face. You should be able to see me."

I could almost feel her hesitation run through every inch of that perfect body I had traversed. But in a moment, her feminine palm was at the side of my perch. I eased onto her outstretched middle finger, hunching over and gripping in firmly. I felt the hand move at disconcerting speed to the front of her body. Jocalyn gasped and I stood to look up at the giantess's face. At this distance, her face was still huge, but her features stood out more naturally. Her lips were parted and her brilliant blue eyes wide. Her breath cascaded over me, warm and pleasant despite the heat. Seeing her face in full made her a bit more human, and for a second she was normal 22-year old Jocalyn. But I considered the drop from my ledge ever so slightly, and again she was the goddess in my mind. A single upturning of her hand would send me plummeting past those distant mounds of flesh below, past her waist, along the length of her glorious leg. She had the power of life and death in her mammoth, slender hand.

I waved. Ever so slowly, her gaping mouth shaped into a brilliant smile. Her teeth were almost ten feet high and perfectly arrayed. Huge dimples appeared in Jocalyn's face. She brought me back to her ear, saying in that same hushed voice: "How did you get here?"

"I had to traverse the length of your body. I hope you can forgive me, but I have to be honest with you."

A pause. "Traverse?"

"I climbed up the outside of your leg, walked along that. Then I explored your palm and, ah, used your bikini to get back up to your wais--"

Her did not need to raise her voice above that musical whisper to silence me. "That was you? I thought I felt something there!"

"Yes. I walked along your stomach, through the middle of your breasts, and up to your face. Then I dropped down to your ear and was admiring your hair when I sighed and gave myself away."

She chuckled, a winning tumultuous sound. It seemed an uneasy laugh. "Your honesty is...appreciated. So you have covered all the highlights of my body. Now that it's over, what do you think?"

"You are perfect, Jocalyn. You are gorgeous. At my size the flaws of your body should be magnified and obvious, but...there are none. I really can't apologize enough for violating you like that, but I had to do it. See, you're kind of like...well, this is silly, but I see you as a goddess."

She laughed this time, bouncing me in my perch. It was a honest, full laugh, crystalline. "Listen, I know I have a nice body. I take good care of it. But I must say that this is the first time anyone's ever called me a goddess I guess I must be pretty intimidating to you, huh?"

"Intimidating and beautiful," I replied, breathless. My secret was out...and she approved.

She chuckled. "And what was your favorite part?"

"Your chest is amazing, Jocalyn. You're a very endowed young woman. But I think your hair was the most perfect of all. Oh, and there's something else; I kissed you."

I could hear the smile in her voice. "If it makes you happy, that's quite all right. I certainly didn't feel it. Would you like another one? I want to see if I can catch it this time."

"Surely!" Again the palm was there, and again I was before Jocalyn's face. She brought me closer to her gigantic perfect lips. I leaned into them and kissed her lower lip as passionately as possible. I leaned back and her hand withdrew.

She smiled magnanimously down at me. "What a strange situation! I did feel it this time. It was a lovely little thing. Thank you!" With that, she brushed her lip across the top of my head in return. It was all I could do to remain on my feet.

I was back at her ear. She said, "now what do I do with you?"

"I don't know. My goal is achieved, beautiful Jocalyn. I got a chance to explore your perfect body in the full."

"Your compliments are very lavish. Listen, if you'd like, you can live with me. I think I like you. You're certainly a unique bit of company to have around. And since you like my body so much, it's all but yours. Whenever you want to take a look, give a holler. Maybe we can set you up with a walkie-talkie system." Her voice became playful. "Now, for the walk home...can you hold up in my ear for a second?"

I complied. Her hand withdrew and I could see some of the motions below me. She was tightening her two-piece. Again the hand was there. "Do you trust me?" she intoned solemnly.

"Implicitly, Jocalyn."

"Grab on."

And with that I was eased between the smooth roundness of her two breasts, facing her bikini. She craned her dazzling face to look down a me, a one-sided grin making me melt. Her hair shimmered as it danced about me.