Theo
woke up and sure enough, his neck hurt like hell. He hadn't even had a chance to wonder if the experience with the giant girls was real. The pain and stiffness confirmed it immediately. The pain, the stiffness, and the ceilings twenty feet above him.
Then, there was the shower. The
shower was a bit of an adventure. Like the door, it was rigged so he
could operate it. But the nozzle was ten feet above his head. When he
turned it on, it was a deluge. He also couldn't reach to change the
angle. He was gonna have to get a fix for this soon. The last thing
he needed was a shower that created anxiety.
Theo
stepped out of his room into the apartment. It was a little after
ten. He found Gen watching TV, laying on the couch.
She
sat up when she saw him.
“Good
morning, Genevieve,” he said to the high school girl.
She
waved. “Did you get your room set up? Do you need anything?”
Theo
preferred to bring the shower situation to Camille, so he told her
“I’m all set, thanks.”
But
when he stepped into the kitchen, and the counters were eight feet
high, she asked, “Can I make you coffee?” That, he was okay with.
Actually,
since she was a mere ten feet and change, she had to stand on stools
to get into place, too. But unlike Theo, who was still sore and
groggy, she was much more appropriate to handling a three gallon
coffee pot at the moment.
Gen
stood up and it happened again, that disorientation that you get when
your eyes don't quite believe it. And as his eyes followed her all
the way up, a mild pain shot through the back of his neck.
Theo
noticed a step stool in the corner of the kitchen, by the pantry. It
was a little bigger than ideal. There was maybe sixteen inches
between steps.
He
put his hand under the back and tried to lift. It was heavy. It was
made to support women who weighed God knows how much... A thousand
pounds? More? But he could move it just enough. It might work for
some of these “little” issues he was running into.
“You
want it black?” Gen asked him.
“I
like cream, I could take or leave sugar.”
She
served him the coffee in a shot glass. Which was a fair approximation
of coffee cup size, perhaps a little deeper. My God, Theo thought,
the liquor these women must put away.
Gen
said, “I want to ask you something. But I don't want Camille to
know I asked.”
Theo
looked up at Gen. He could see she was a bit embarrassed but
undeterred. “Why do you want to hide it from your sister?”
“Because
it's kinda stupid, and not my business. And maybe it'll make you self
conscious.”
“Are
you going to ask me how tall I am?”
“I
mean, technically I haven't asked yet so if you told me on your
own...”
Theo
sighed, and rubbed his neck.
“Never
mind, Theo. It's stupid.”
“No,
it's just curiosity. I understand, it's just strange to meet a bunch
of pretty girls and they're just fascinated by how incredibly small I
am.”
He
looked up at Gen, and she was smiling. She was actually blushing.
Theo felt he was sending the wrong vibe. “Honestly I'm dying to
know myself, how tall you are.”
Gen
said, “I’m three twenty two, maybe
Twenty
three.”
“Three
twenty three what?”
“Centis.
Centimeters.”
He
looked up at her. He had always seen two meters as really tall. The
sixteen year old girl was three and a quarter meters tall.
Sixteen.
Three meters, and another quarter on top of that. That was about ten
feet, seven inches. He saw there was some pride there. He shook his
head.
“I'm
still growing, obviously.” She shrugged and said something under
her breath. “Bee Gee, Gee Bee.”
“Just...
wow.” He took his giant shot glass and walked to the couches. He
climbed up the riser and sat down with the little guy sized couch.
Gen
followed him, sitting in the riser below him. “No fair, Theo, come
on.”
Theo
sighed again. It was weird to be embarrassed about it. He wasn't even
really short. But to tell one of these giantesses... He did the math
in his head. “Five feet, ten inches. That's one seventy eight.”
She
put her hand to her mouth, smiling. He thought for a minute she might
laugh, which would probably make him mad. “And that's it, right?
Not even growing another centimeter?”
“Not
significantly, no. I mean how much longer do you expect to grow?”
“We’ll,
boys where I’m from, they get big early, like thirteen, but they're
done growing by sixteen or seventeen. Girls only start the real
growth about fifteen, that’s when I got my jump. We grow all the
way through our mid twenties. Grow a lot.”
“Good
God...You're almost double my height already. And you're gonna keep
growing another decade?”
“Cami
is over four fifty. She’s in her three jump. A jump is what we call
the growth spurts a girl gets, she’s finishing her third.”
Camille
was just finishing a growth spurt? It was insane. It's not like he
hadn't expected it. But the numbers still amazed him.
“But,
Roxanne?” Gen said, with a dramatic flourish... “Oh, my God,
Roxanne...”
“Roxanne?”
The voice came from behind them. Camille was up. She came out of her
bedroom with a top that was too small for her curves, and hung away
from her smooth belly. Her hips flared out so wide it very nearly
looked like double her waist. That was how she was built, sweeping
curves. Her knees seemed small compared to the thick quads that
swelled out as big as Theo's shoulders. Above that was the beautiful
face, looking less than happy.
Gen
stood up, moving away from Theo. “We were just talking.”
Theo
jumped in, “Hey I’m sorry, but I was just curious. It's stupid,
but midget that I am,” Theo chuckled self effacingly , “I was
really curious about just how tall you guys are. I shouldn't have
asked.”
Camille
looked at him. He could see suspicion on her face. “I understand
how you'd be curious. I just don't want her to scare you about
Roxanne since they do that whole frenemy thing.”
Gen
said “I like Roxanne!”
Camille
waved a finger at her sister. “When she was shorter than you, you
loved Roxanne. Now sometimes, your envy gets to you.”
“Oh,
whatever.”
“It’s
my fault Camille,” He stood up, and hopped off the riser. “This
is still new, I'm adjusting.” He looked over at Gen, who was
hopeful that his attempt to take the blame would work.
He
approached Camille. His brain started sending out alarms as he got
closer. About twelve feet away, his feet refused to take him directly
in front of her.
The
vaguely annoyed giantess took two steps toward him and he experienced
a sudden vertigo. He audibly heard himself gulp. It was so loud he
was thinking she heard it too. But he fought backing up.
If
she was really angry, there was absolutely zero he could do to defend
himself here. She wasn't just strong like a person, this woman was
strong like construction equipment.
Theo
asked, “What do you mean ‘scare me’ about Roxanne?”
Camille
said, “Well, Roxanne is big. Really big, at least for her age.
Already way taller than I am, only one jump so far.”
“She's
just. Seven. Teen.” Gen chimed in, showing just how impressed she
herself was by Roxanne’s size. There was more than a little envy in
her voice. “Her jump lasted like two years.”
“It
wasn’t two years,” Camille mused, “ but it was supposedly the
all time record.”
“She
was teeny three years ago. Like not much taller than you.” Gen
sounded like she was pleading God for some sense of fairness. “Now
they call her ‘Kaiju’.”
Teeny,
she says, not much taller than you.
Theo
chuckled. The smallest was double is height. The tallest was
nicknamed Kaiju, like the giant city destroying monsters in n old
Japanese movies. And they were all. Still. Getting. Bigger.
Theo
asked Camille on impulse, “If you grow until your mid twenties...
how tall is your mother?”
“Mom?”
Gen answered. She looked at Camille, thoughtful for a moment. “Five
ninety seven, right?”
Camille
nodded in agreement.
“Holy
shit,” Theo put his head in his hands and shook it. “I'm just
imagining my mom at twenty feet tall. I don’t think I’m sleeping
tonight.”
“Mom
could throw me around the yard and the other four of us together
wouldn't even slow her down. I’m barely as tall as her boobs. Thing
is, my mom, she's full grown. Roxanne is already closing in on that
size with a lot of growing in front of her.”
Gem
snorted. “Like, way in front of her.”
“Alright,
Gen. Lay off her, Roxanne will be here in a couple of days, I don't
want to die trying to pull her off you.”
“C’mon
Cami. She’s my best friend.”
Camille
sighed, dropped her head like she was exhausted. She turned to look
at Theo.
“You
and I need to get breakfast. I know a place.”
A
warm late summer morning in the Atlasian village was alive with
giants. Not empty streets with the occasional tall guy wandering
alone, but vibrant, filled with these towering figures Theo dreaded
being somewhere in the dating pool as his competition. The women came
in smaller numbers, but probably had a significant edge in total body
mass.
They
weren’t all as lushly built as Camille. Some were slender, some
were quite thick, some bordered on muscle bound. But they were mostly
athletic, mostly leaned toward busty, and most started at about
twelve feet and only got bigger from there.
In
fact, there was logo or acronym he noticed setting on the girls’
tee shirts. The fourth time he saw it he asked Camille about it.
“What
is BGGB stand for?”
Camille
smiled down at him. “That’s the Atlasian girl motto. Or Maxim or
whatever. This thing we say. Just Atlasian girls, now. Don’t say it
yourself, it sounds offensive coming from outsiders. Even the boys
don’t say it.”
“Okay,”
he said, deciding not to ask again. But now he was twice as curious.