This is taking way too long.
Justin gave another impatient glance at the clock hanging from the wall behind the counter. It's face, framed with a golden rim, read 7:45. That would only give him about ten minutes. His foot tapped hastily to faint sound of the drum beat emanating from the speaker overhead, the crisp blaring of a trumpet guiding it in an energetic, catchy direction.
"Is that a six?" The young female clerk asked in an unquestioning manner. "And thirty-five cents is your change. You have a nice day, sir."
The balding patron exited the line with his bottled water and pastry, the clinging of thin metals echoing in his wake. Justin took two steps forward. Only one more person separated him from his morning coffee. Breathing in the warm aroma of freshly risen yeast, he let out an annoyed sigh as he realized he would yet again be sprinting the last three blocks of his daily trek. It was a necessary inconvenience, though. After all, there was no way Justin could get through that first hour without a caffeine buzz.
"Thank you very much, sir!" The cheery cashier spoke over the muffled ringing of change.
Finally, Justin moved to the front of the line. A brilliant smile, illuminated by shimmering yellow-green eyes greeted him as he stepped to the rose quartz counter top.
"Good morning and welcome to Maxine's Coffee House! What can I do for you today, sir?"
The attendant leaned forward as she addressed Justin, causing the ends of her wavy, shoulder length flaxen locks to tickle the dark green fabric of her uniform top. Her elbows anchored, tanned forearms crossed, on the cluttered granite surface dividing her from the customers, she threw him a seductive wink. On a whim, Justin looked down at the varnished expanse, taking note of all the candy bars, mints, and assorted sweets laying about. What really caught his eye, however, was a transparent jar labeled with a torn, taped piece of notebook paper, the word 'TIPS!' written on it in frilly purple lettering. Various coins and paper monies laid in the depths of its belly, and its top was slit vertically down its center. Justin turned his gaze back to the blond vixen watching him intently, her face ripe with hope. It was with an indignant expression that he shook his head in the negative.
"Could you just get me a medium Caffé Latte," Justin paused. His vision grazed the sandwiched cleavage of the clerks well endowed breasts, exposed by her partially undone button down work shirt, to read her bronze name tag, "Jo Ann."
Jo Ann pursed her plush cherry blossom-glazed lips into a full pout. Raising herself to an upright position, her upturned nose came just below level with Justin's. She let out an aggravated hum as she pivoted abruptly, putting her back to him. He dug out a five dollar bill whilst the perturbed attendant went about preparing his beverage. The clamoring of folding Styrofoam and all too audible grumblings from Jo Ann clued him in to the recklessness with which she was working. A moment later, she faced him once again, latte in hand.
"Here." Jo Ann pronounced irascibly before slamming the cup onto the counter, allowing a small portion of it's contents to spill. "One dollar and seventy-five cents."
Without another word, Justin handed Jo Ann the bill in his hand, and she promptly returned his change. He grabbed the ruffled, flimsy container from the counter top.
Turning to leave his position at the front of the line, Justin anxiously peeked over his shoulder. The clock displayed 7:49. He tilted his head toward the double-windowed wall which housed the lone gateway between the coffee house and the outside world. Through the amber rays refracting passed the glass windows and door, Justin paid witness to hordes of men and women in various business attire scurrying to and fro across the cement sidewalks. Briefly, he examined his own dress, a plain white t-shirt and roughed-up jeans, and nodded determinedly. He began to stride toward the seating area.
"Excuse me!" An irked tone accompanied the sweetly feminine voice. "There's someone standing here, in case you didn't notice."
It was then that Justin noticed the tip of his nose floated inches from making contact with the top of a smoothly rounded, fully exposed forehead. Draping to the sides of its pristinely tea rose skin were twin still life cascades of dusky strands, divided in perfect symmetry by a part at their shared beginning. The harmonious fragrance of jasmine rose decadently to Justin's thin nose. Bewildered, the twenty-one year old man retracted his step.
"Er, sorry about that, miss."
"You really ought to be." The woman before Justin continued to berate him. "I mean, first you just stand in my way like there isn't a line here, then you try to walk right through me. What's your problem, anyway?"
Justin angled his chin downward, taking in the vision in front of him. At 6'1", this had become common when he looked over women. Flaring irises of teal were staring back up at him, the slightest hint of dark violet painted on her blinking lids. The bridge of her cutely rounded nose supported silver, oval rimmed glasses. Her full, deep lips, glossed in vermilion, were curled into a scowl, taking her defined cheek bones with them. She looked to be a little older than Justin, but not by much.
"Well, uh, you see I-I was kinda in a hurry and..."
Justin's nervous comment got a small, but intoxicating giggle out of the offended stranger. "Well, you certainly act differently than most people when they're in a rush."
"I guess so." Justin exhaled relief. "Again, I'm really sorry, ma'am."
"Call me Arrie."
"Alright, Arrie." Justin obliged. "I'm Justin. Look, I really didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry about it, Justin." Arrie wore an apologetic smile as she dismissed the situation. "You just caught me at a bad time, is all. Now if you'll excuse me..."
"Huh? Oh, right!"
Sidestepping out of the way, Justin said his goodbye and hurried to a small table nearby. As he sat down, he admired the Autumn dawn shinning into the quaint cafe. The morning sunlight bounced from the flat gray walls and merged with dim candlelight to provide the large room with relaxed lighting. A buoyant change in tempo vaguely registered in his ear, this one lead by the gentle tones of a piano. The pale wailings of an alto saxophone and a touch of breezy flute completed the invisible trio. Contrary to his rushing desires, Justin couldn't help but sit and take in the placid ambiance surrounding him.
Any thoughts Justin might have been having were interrupted as Arrie crossed his line of sight, coffee in hand. The black tank top she wore, lined in pink at its base, collar, and sleeveless arm openings, revealed a quarter of her petite abdomen. It also hugged her bust, stressing the size of her ample bosoms. Pools of dark brunet gathered atop either side of her chest while another silken torrent of hair flowed down her back, just passing her shoulder blades. The hems of her jet black jean shorts barely touched the mid-point of her slender thighs, elongating her already quite lengthy legs. Her countenance was much more friendly than a few moments prior. She raised the arm of her free hand and waved to him softly with her fingers, their nails painted dark red. A grin, goofy in nature, struck Justin's face in response. Arrie seated herself a couple of tables away. Justin contemplated a seat change when he conferred with the wall clock; 7:52.
Damn! Only three minutes to make a play. Justin thought to himself. Not even silk is that smooth.
Resigned to simply finish his drink and go, Justin downed the cooled latte, which carried something of a sour aftertaste, in record time. He stood from his chair, picked up his empty cup, and headed for the restrooms on the other side of the room. A feeling of queasiness started to build in his stomach as he journeyed, but he thought nothing of it. The unpleasantness elevated to his chest as he threw his container into the bathroom's wastebasket, though he still continued to play it off as nothing. After relieving himself, however, the uneasiness within him became too much to ignore. He didn't even have time zip up his jeans. A shuddering chill froze the blood in his veins. An intense aching lingered mercilessly in his brain. His ears crackled like boiling grease, and his vision blurred. His muscles trembled with an uncontrollable violence. Staggering forward, he capsized to his right and bashed his elbow painfully into one of the many concrete brick aligning the bathroom walls. The agonizing man made a desperate dive for the door, his weight pushing it ajar as he collapsed onto his knees, and then his stomach.
Oddly enough, Justin's anguish seemed to subside with his horizontal posture. A calming affect enveloped his entire being as he laid there, and his muscles relaxed. Then, all sound ceased. On his taste buds, a strong, almost repugnantly chalky taste replaced the sourness from the latte. He felt unforgiving denim rub brutally against his dragging legs. The soothing fabric of his t-shirt began to tickle his arms and neck as their skin raced across its sleeves and collar respectively. His eyes met darkness as his head slipped past an ever-loosening collar, brushing the short raven fibers attached to the back of his scalp as he went. A weightless sensation filled his insides with each inhalation as his body continued to implode upon itself.
Once all the movement finally stopped, Justin attempted to reattain his bearings. A thick sheet sat on top of his back. He was in a very shadowy white cave, its ceiling slowly collapsing. Behind him, Justin spotted scant traces of florescent lighting, much like that used in the restroom he had just been in. He reversed his position and crawled toward the opening. As his head poked outside, a musty smell entered his lungs. Giving a small cough, Justin pulled the rest of himself out and examined his new location. Shock set in soon after. He was still in the bathroom, except that it was much, much larger than he remembered. The porcelain sinks and urinals floated from the heavens, scrapping the boxed-in skies at least four stories above. In the distance, a single green stall put their elevations to shame.
In the other direction, Justin saw the gargantuan partition that he had once been able to command with little to no effort. Such a thing would not be possible now, but, as luck would have it, the top of his shirt had wedged itself into the path of the closing door. There was a tiny crack to slip through. Justin walked across his shirt, heading for the slim entryway. He had to suck in his trim gut, but he was able to creep by with little trouble.
His bare feet touched down onto the ceramic tiles of the cafe's main room, and the gelid surface was unkind to Justin's soles. The air conditioner blew chilling streams of wind down on his light cocoa skin. Putting the cold to the back of his mind, he scanned the area. Not a soul was present, not even Jo Ann.
"That manipulative bitch must be on her break," Justin muttered to himself, "and her period."
His sight fell onto the clock once again. It read 7:57.
A funny thought entered Justin's mind. Damn, man! I should have left two minutes ago. Boss is gonna be pissed.
Shrugging his shoulders, Justin continued to look around. A new tune playing over the house system, this one dictated by the tense strums of an acoustic guitar, and accompanied by bongos grasped his attention. He sought out and quite easily found the vacant stage at the rear of the cafe nearby. A daunting violet curtain hung from on high, encompassing the circled platform, appearing to Justin as though someone had stacked the ancient Roman Colosseum on top of itself and done some kinky redecorating. He paced towards it quickly, the bottoms of his feet almost sticking to the ground with each connection. As he arrived, he immediately put his back to the rung which raised the terrace, knowing that it was about six inches high. The top of his head was an inch shorter.
Before Justin could dwell on this revelation, however, he was interrupted by the squeal of one of the two bathroom doors opening. Apparently he wasn't alone after all. He swiveled around, and found himself staring at an enormous pair of hot pink summer sandals, feet included. The nails on the toes were painted dark red. Not even bothering to look up, Justin's first reaction was to run in the projected path of the gigantic tootsies and shout for their owner's attention. However, he simply couldn't find his voice as the titanic legs in front of him began to take stride.
The thick slapping of sandal bottoms on the tiled floor emitted an intense echo to Justin's ear drums. The speed at which the massive, shapely shins working them plowed through the air frightened him beyond imagination. Above, matching boulders of perfectly unified bone and flesh, carved delicately and definitively, folded and straightened to pull the dual towers forward. As his gaze carried up fit, strong thighs and to jet black hems, he realized something.
He was in the way.
Awe gave way to fright. Justin sprinted in the opposite direction of the giant lumbering after him. The minute rumbling of the ground which followed each Brobdingnagian footfall served as a minor problem, but he was able to keep his balance well enough. He could feel her gaining, though, and gaining fast. A dark shadow befell him as the quakes built momentum. Her right foot landed forcefully beside him, throwing a weak puff of air into Justin. He halted, and couldn't help but stare at the bulge of her ankle. It was as big as his head! Regaining his wits, he ducked just as her left shoe swung over him. It landed several yards ahead, and the other foot leap frogged its landing zone with impressively graceful ease.
Justin stood in stunned silence for a moment. Then he began to cackle.
That laughter changed into a shriek as the giantess turned around. Toes stretching the length of his arms lead the second charge after Justin. The sudden shifting of fate was too much for him in his current state. He couldn't run. He couldn't scream. He couldn't turn away. It was all he could do to lay down and curl up into a fetal ball, waiting for the end to come. After a few steps, her right foot lifted, and made its way downward to Justin. It fell just short. Five giant, well manicured, digits flexed in perfect unison inches from Justin's feeble body. Her left sandal set down beside its counterpart.
"You can't be done already." A stentorian girlish voice moaned half-heartedly from the sky. "I barely got to have any fun with you."
Not daring to uncoil his body, Justin craned his neck from the side to investigate the source of his terror. Arrie's mischievous smirk welcomed the attention. Without warning, her knee caps fell over upon themselves, leaving her thighs hanging over her calves and her knees hovering over tiny Justin. Her proportionately dainty right hand swooped for him. Ducking his head within the folds of his clutched arms, he could feel Arrie's index finger pressing gently into his neck, and her thumb into his shins. Her padded prints contorted to notches of his spine and the edge of his tibia as she plucked him from the floor. A slight case of motion sickness came and went as she stood to her full height, lifting him to her face. He shivered in fear.
"Cut that out." Arrie ordered tenderly. "You're going to be fine."
Justin peeked at the visage of the giant beauty holding him between her fingers. She wore a considerate smile. Her concerned, but gleeful blue-green eyes lulled his worries, even as he felt himself being drawn to her pouty red lips. The supple pair puckered in anticipation of his arrival. Warm, inviting breath rained down from her nostrils as he made contact with the kiss. The embrace of rubbery cartillage, which covered his entire curled form, melted away any fears remaining within Justin. She held him there for a minute before pulling him away. Her joyous giggle filled the air as she saw the imprint left by her lipstick smothered all over him.
Without saying another word, Arrie lowered Justin to her side. Her free hand worked the zipper on a purse which hung by a spaghetti strap from her shoulder, creating an entrance for him. As he descended into the dark confines of the hand bag, Justin gave one last glance at the clock on the wall behind the counter. The time was 8:01.
"Well, it's official now." Justin whispered to himself. "I'm late for work."
Giantess World
