Harvey´s excited, he´s on his way to work. A
new job. He´s just finished a year of internship and he´s ready to venture into
the real world. Professionally speaking. He´s still missing a lot of
experience, but he´s proven to be quite qualified. Or at least skillful and
full of potential.
On his internship, he did great, work on time,
always punctual, happy to help. He was fantastic in every aspect. Quite a
menace for the other employees, if he could be called as such. At 5’5” he´s not
the type of man that would impose as soon as soon as he enters a room.
But he´s exceptionally smart. Not quite a
literal genius, but he´s a quick learner. He didn´t get a job on the office
where he was an intern, because they had no place for him, but he was recommended
to work as the assistant of a woman; who they said was quite strict, still, if
he did things right, then he´d have her as a reference. Quite a good one since
she´s very respected on her business.
He doesn´t quite know who she is. He´s quite
new in this. Mrs. Stalwart, a name he couldn´t put a face on, yet. She was kind
enough to take him in, well, on the email she sent to him she said her last
assistant was… not meeting her expectations. Long story short, he was hired
within a day. It seems this was his lucky day.
Now, he´s making his way in. Chatting a little
with the receptionist, quite a good-looking woman, he could have an idea of how
things would be. As soon as he mentioned her name, the receptionist´s eyes
opened widely. She asked him if he was really his new assistant, and when he
confirmed it, she just wished him good luck, not in a very joyful way.
As he made his way up in the elevator, he
wondered, how was she? Could she really be that bad?
“Relax, Harvey, they´re just trying to scare
you, that´s it, have some fun with the new guy…” he told to himself.
He had no idea where her office was. The only
contact he had with her was through the email she sent him. The only thing he
knew was that her office was at the tenth floor, but nothing more.
As he wandered through the halls, he could tell
the ceiling was pretty high. At least ten feet tall. Quite tall if you ask him,
almost twice his size. Still, he felt kind of lost, so he asked someone if he
knew where she was.
“Hi, I´m Harvey, I´m new here and I was
wondering if you could help me find Mrs. Stalwart´s office…” he told the guy.
He was 6´ tall, maybe 6´1”. At first he seemed kind of bored, not really in the
mood to meet him, but when he pronounced Mrs. Stalwart´s name, his eyes widened.
“Mrs. Stalwart? Why do you need to get to her
office?” he asked.
“Oh, I´m her new assistant.” Harvey replied.
“Oh my… no offense, but you don´t seem… suited
for the… never mind. Her office´s at the end of the hall, it´s the last door.
You won´t miss it, it´s the giant glass door.” He thanked him. But what did he
meant by suited?
Of course, he thought this was just any other
guy making fun of his height. But he had learned not to pay much attention to
such things.
Harvey made it to the office. That guy wasn´t
lying, the door was HUGE. At least five foot wide and nearly as tall as the
ceiling. Was it because she was sort of the “Big” boss? Kind of the big deal
around. Did she wanted big things because she wanted to establish her own
superiority?
Harvey had no clue. And he didn´t care much.
But he imagined that, wouldn´t it be funny if she was a woman, let´s say five
feet tall or even shorter? He could picture an old short woman with a terrible
mood. Like a really short temper granny. With gray hairs and bright red
lipstick.
He just chuckled a little before he opened the
door. It would be kind of dumb to knock on a glass door. If he would´ve been
able to see through the glass, then he would´ve asked. But the sanded glass
pretty much hid everything inside. He could only see the distant chape of
certain objects.
“Good morning…” he said as he stepped in.
“Who is it?” came a voice, gentle,
professional, but… a bit too deep.
“I´m Harvey… Smalls.” Yes, his last name didn´t
help at all, in fact, he felt kind of ridiculous every time he said it out
loud. “I´m your new assistant.”
The first thing he noticed when he turned
towards where the voice came from was, the furniture. It was gigantic. Was that
really a desk or a small house built inside the office? He approached towards
it, hopping it was her desk. He couldn´t see anything behind it, he was hoping
there were some sort of stairs, at least steps, behind that huge thing. The top
of the desk was taller than his nose.
He still couldn´t see her, but when a huge
bulge, which was her chair, turned. He was astonished. He never thought that
would be her. She was HUGE! Insanely big. He knew he was short, but this woman
certainly made him feel like a bug.
“Oh, so you´re my new assistant… nice to meet
you.” She said as she got up from her chair.
If he was dumbfounded before, now he was
staggered. She wasn´t only tall, but big all over. Her head rose, higher and
higher as she stood taller. He could swear she almost hit the ceiling. But as
she rose, he couldn´t help but to run his eyes over her whole body. Scanning
her following his fear.
Her bosom, it was massive. By far the biggest
boobs he´s ever seen, or he´ll ever see. No woman, no matter how stacked, had
boobs like that. What´s the bra size for colossus tits like that?
As he saw her body, covered with a professional
attire. A blazer and a white top beneath it, he realized she filled her clothes
quite well. She seemed… fleshy. Curvy if you please. Five-hundredth?
Six-hundredth? Seven-hundredth pounds? How heavy was she? He could feel the
floor shaking as she walked around her desk, approaching him.
Her waist, he was as tall as her waist. Well,
at least as tall as her belly button, or so he expected. He had never felt so
short before. Now, at 25 years of age, he felt petit. This woman, who seemed
mature, completely dwarfed him. How old was she again? She seemed to be in her
mid-forties, however, she was pretty. Her golden hairs, so thick and stylized.
Her blonde mane made her look utterly beautiful.
As soon as the desk got off the way, he could
see her whole body. She was wearing a skirt and her legs were covered by
mocha-colored stockings. But that wasn´t the main thing. Her body… it was…
surreal.
A dream come true for the lovers of bigger
things. Starting from the top, her hips were wide, really wide. No doubt why
her door was so vast. She needed space to walk in. And her thighs, he could see
how they touched each other. There was no space between her fleshy thighs, they
were so stacked, so wide, so creamy.
Passed her knees, well, he couldn´t see the
defined shape of the knee bone, but he could tell where they were. He could see
the curves of her calves. Her strapping shins. Her legs were long, thick and so
creamy looking. He was sure that beneath her soft look, there were some
seriously big muscles, allowing that huge body of hers to move.
Now, was she fat? No, nothing like that.
Although, it depends who you ask. She ain´t one of those stick-pole models that
the wind can take away. But she could definitely be one of those curvy models.
Her body was simply… of a burly figure. There was thickness all over her long
legs, her gigantic breasts didn’t quite help to give her a slimmer look, but
her waist was certainly defined.
It wasn´t thin, or wasp-like, but she didn´t
have a huge gut hanging from her. It may be that she seems so thick because her
limbs are larger, longer and bigger than the one´s of an averaged size person.
Now, just wonder how Harvey, an under average man, would feel.
He couldn´t even speak. Her face revealed the
air of a woman who was there to work and nothing else. She´d get her job done,
but there´s no time there to make friends. Rather than looking like someone
who´s got no friends, he can tell that anything he says will have to be
followed by “ma´am”.
She extended her long arm, bent over and guided
her large hand towards him. He was only making sure he was still breathing. Was
she a giant? How come he never heard of the tallest living woman? That was her,
for sure.
“I certainly hope you´re as good as they´ve
told me…” she said.
“I… I…” he was shocked. What if she breaks his
hand unintentionally? How did he end up here?
Her narrow smile vanished. She was expecting a
hand shake, not a scared man. She had zero tolerance towards this kind of
thing.
“Excuse me, but when I extend my hand, I DO
expect you to shake it. If you can´t even do this, what can I expect about
serious work? Will you be this afraid of paperwork?” she asked, a bit annoyed.
“N-no.” he declared.
“Then, what´s holding you? Come on, shake my hand…”
He obeyed her.
He shook her hand, but he couldn´t help but to
feel nervous. He could feel this woman´s real strength. Her grip was firm, her
shake solid. No wonder she´s the boss. He can feel how serious she really is.
“Now…” she said as she stood back up. “Don´t
think I´m the type of person who likes to see other people struggle while I
order them around. But, there´s some
things you can tell from a person´s handshake…” she bent once more, coming
uncomfortably closer, “and yours is weak.”
He swallowed.
“But, I´ll blame it on the fact that I´m sure
you´ve never seen a woman my… size. But I´ll just let it slip this one time.
I´ll give you a moment to take it in. I´m a nine-foot-six woman. Make sure to
remember that. My weight´s none of your business and so isn´t any of my
clothing size. But as you can see, everything on me is… over the average. I´m
going to need you to process all that since we´ll be working together for quite
a long time. Understood?”
“Y-yes ma´am!” he said, loud and clear. Trying
to follow what she was saying.
“Good. Now, there´s your desk. I´ll send you
all of the paperwork I´ll need you to work on…” she started explaining him
which his duties will be from now on. Starting today, she expects his
100-percent, no mistakes and of course, all of the effort he can give.
She won´t tolerate things as arriving late,
extended lunch´s, laziness, a poor performance. Nothing. He´ll do what she says
by the time she says so and giving the best results. Of course, she won´t be as
mean as not to help him out whenever he´s stocked, but that must be on the
least of circumstances.
“Remember, there was someone before you and if
you don´t meet my expectations, there´ll be someone after you, is that clear?”
Mrs. Stalwart said.
“Yes, crystal clear…” he replied.
“Good.” Then, she returned to her desk.
Harvey couldn´t believe it, she was enormous.
And he couldn´t believe either that he was now luring at her ass. It wasn´t in
the lusty way, her butt was just so vast that his eyes went straight for it.
Her round, fleshy butt, swaying from one side
to the other, following her hips´ motion. Juicy, tight, pawg, either word would
be fitted for it. But his main concern is, this is only day one out of who
knows how many.