It was another year, just like any other, except now this was my last year of college. I was 21 and was majoring in Psychology with no particular plan of what to do after graduation. I decided I would just take some time to understand myself and not blend my identity with the presence of others. I wanted an apartment by myself, where I could feel completely independent of anyone.

I love the outdoors and sports, and considered myself to be fit and athletic with a decent amount of coordination. I loved my major, I love playing video games, and I love new experiences. Novelty is what made life exciting. I was always full of confidence and humor throughout my life and in college it only became more so. I see myself as a very kind, accepting, and open-minded human being that places a heavy emphasis on the logistics and practicality of things. Physically I am a bit on the shorter side standing at 5'6", but that never stopped me from doing anything.

Currently I am single, and so I could get a relatively small apartment in the city and still manage it. So that's exactly what I did. Summer break had just started so I found an apartment in the central east part of town which had the essentials and to be honest, it was a little luxurious. It had a walk-in closet, high ceilings, nice countertops, a huge bed, and it even came partially furnished. I got it, thinking I should treat myself.

After a couple weeks, I had finally settled in. Living in the city all on my own had become a reality. I went to retrieve some mail, when I saw a piece of paper taped to my door.

"Hello! This is your new neighbor, Mikayla. I just wanted to let you know it might be a little noisy today since my stuff is getting moved in, so I hope it doesn't bother you too much."

I went I grabbed my mail, not thinking much about the note. I continued my Sunday as I normally would. A nice warm coffee to wake me up, along with some morning news. It was going well, but then I had an idea. If I'm going to be neighborly, I should make her something as a welcoming gift. I decided on the cliche cake option, so I checked the fridge. Nothing. I was going to need to go to the store.

I debated if it was worth it, but decided I should. I left and went to the nearest grocery store, picking up flour, eggs, vanilla, and some other baking essentials. After which I returned home to see furniture outside of my neighbors place. I hurried inside, hoping our first encounter would be with the cake. Fortunately I think I made it in without her seeing me. I resumed my prior work and began to bake the cake. 

After an hour and half, the cake was nearly finished. The last half hour there had been some sporadic thuds against the wall so I assumed she was home some where. I quickly frosted the cake and placed it into a container to take over. Perfect. Now it's time.

I walked out and towards her apartment. I noticed her door was closed so I gathered some courage to knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!" A feminine voice called out. 

I walked in to see a dimly lit place that had obviously just been furnished with no coherent plan of where to place things. I looked around to see a woman sitting on the backside of her table with only her body visible above her stomach. She appeared to have a beautiful face, with tan skin, an some pretty blue eyes. Her hair was blonde and she had an elegant, shorter cut which complemented her face well. Overall, she was stunning.

"HI there! I'm Matt. I got your note from earlier so I thought I'd drop this off." I stated while gesturing to the cake in my hand.

"Oh how sweet of you! I'm Mikayla in case you didn't remember. But go ahead and set the cake on the small table to your left. I am actually in a hurry to eat and then I need to go pick up some more stuff."

That was a total disappointment for baking a cake, I thought, but I decided to continue my kindness.

"Oh okay, well if you ever need help, just let me know. I'd be glad to help," I offered.

"Thanks Matt, but I think I'll be okay. I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm gonna continue eating a rush outta here. It was good to meet you and I look forward to getting to know you. In fact, I'm gonna go dancing tonight by myself in the city if you would like to join me,"She responded.

Finally, at least she was making an effort so I accepted, "Sure. That sounds like fun. When and where?"

"At the club around the corner. Black Zeroes I think it's called. Let's meet at nine. I'll grab a table. All you have to do is remember my beautiful face," she joked.

"Shouldn't be too hard. Alright well I will see you later Mikayla!"

"Alright Matt, bye!"

I walked out with shivers of excitement pulsing through my body. I had no idea of her intentions or her availability, but I was just happy to have some plans and potentially a new friend. I opened my door to resume my relaxed Sunday.

My Sunday continued and I had run a few errands that I had wanted to do yesterday. After several hours had past, I noticed the time was nearing 9. I dressed myself in some of my better attire and then brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair, and put on some cologne. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, and thought I didn't look half bad. My clothes were always fitted and it showed.

I walked out of my apartment and began my short walk to the club. I hopped in the elevator and took it to the ground floor. I exited the building and noticed it was a bit chilly outside. Hopefully some alcohol and dancing would change that. I walked to the club and noticed a short line. I waited, finally making it to the door. It was a $30 cover charge. Wow, that is expensive. I paid thinking this will be a one-time thing here. 

I entered and began profiling the people at the tables. The place was bigger than it looked so I had to walk around a bit to get a view of every table. Finally, towards the back, I could see Mikayla sitting down at a booth. I walked over, and she made eye contact with me.

"Hi Matt," she greeted while waiving her hand.

"Hey Mikayla, good to see you again." I said extending hand as I approached the table. 

Her hand met mine and I was immediately struck by how large her hands were. They completely dwarfed mine, as her french-manicured fingers curled back over each other with my hand in their grasp. I tried not to be rude and focus on it, so I composed myself and sat down to begin a conversation.

"How's moving going?" I asked.

"Good, I finally finished getting everything in, so now I just have to organize my place." She responded.

"That's good. So where are you from initially?" I followed up with.

"I'm from the east coast from a small town. This is actually my first place outside of it. It is soooo much different, but in a good way."

"Awesome. Born and raised here in California, but a little farther north. Anyways can I get you a drink?"

Her eyes were staring at the dance floor. But her attention eventually found it's way back to me and she gladly accepted my offer, "Sure, but I want to get on the dance floor soon and have some fun. Plus I already did a little pre-gaming to make this night cheaper."

I smiled and told her I would be right back. I walked to the bar and ordered some special cocktails that I thought were delicious and brought them back to the table. I set one in front of her and then the other on my side at sat back down. Her hand wrapped around the glass as she watched the other people dancing. I couldn't believe how large her hands were. They could easily wrap around the entire top of the glass, while mine fell short by far. I noticed she made the booth look small on her side, but I couldn't see how I appeared so I wasn't sure. Plus the room was super dark. Regardless, I was curious to see her physique once we would have to get up.

She quickly downed her drink, and then looked back at me. "Ready?"

"I don't think I have a choice," I said sarcastically before downing my drink as well.

I stood first and provided a hand for her to use while she got up. She grabbed it, engulfing my hand and then worked her legs out from under the table and stood up. Holy shit, she was the tallest woman I had ever seen. She must have seen my reaction, although she was also probably expecting it, and she began laughing. The top of my head seriously didn't even reach her breasts. 

I looked down and saw that it didn't help that she was wearing these high-heeled boots which probably added four inches. My nose was just about level with her bellybutton. My eyes slowly scaled her body from her shoes all the way up, past her large perky breasts, to her beautiful face which was still laughing. 

"I know I didn't tell you. For one I like to see the first reaction, but also because I didn't want to intimidate you or anything. You seem really nice. So here I am! All 7 foot 4 of me!" She exclaimed.

I was stuck a bit awestruck, but my gaping mouth transitioned into a smile. I had never met a woman this tall or even seen one for that matter, but I found her stature arousing. "It wouldn't have intimidated me! In fact, I find it rather attractive, now get that ass on the dance floor," I shouted back gleefully.

"Good, the doctors say they don't think I'm done growing. So lets dance! I may only be able to dance at this height for a few more days or months of my life," she joked.

She laughed as we began to make our way to the dance floor. I followed her through the crowd, observing her height in comparison to everyone else. She seriously towered over everyone. Some of the tallest guys only came even with her breast. She even passed some smaller girls who without their heels would have barely been taller than Mikayla's legs.

We finally made it to the center of the dance floor and began to dance. People were clearly staring at the large, dancing, amazon in the middle of the room, but she didn't seem to care. She raised her hands in the hair to the song as the melodic chorus picked up. She shook her butt from side to side as danced to the beat. She even dropped it low and then back up to her full height. Meanwhile I was dancing behind her enjoying the scene. 

She turned around to me, mouthing the words of the next song. She placed her hand on my back and brought me in closer to her body, with my face almost touching her stomach. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it her body began to grind against mine, almost dry humping it. I did my best to dance in the position I was in, but it felt a bit restricted.

Her hand released itself from my back and she turned around so the I was facing her back...her lower back. Her dress was shorter and I was worried she might do something she would regret. Not that I wasn't excited for this, I just wanted to make sure it felt right for her. So I began to bust some dance moves that directed me around her instead. 

She was into it, but then some asshole had the audacity to slap her ass while screaming, "Climb that tree boy!"

What she did next caught me by surprise. She quickly turned around and with an open hand slapped the absolute fuck out of him. Her huge hand meant his whole face felt the blow, and he instantly fell to the ground grabbing his red face. There was a moment of silence from the people around us, but it was ignored thanks to the music. We continued to dance for several hours having the time of our lives.

She then bent over near my ear and suggested, "Lets go back to my place. Then you can ask me all your serious questions," She said jokingly.

I snickered and then grabbed her hand to escort her out. She followed me to the exit and out the doors. It was still cold outside so we briskly walked back to our apartments. We took the elevator back up and walked to her door. She took out a key and inserted it into the lock, and jiggled the handle. It popped open and she walked me to the couch. 

"Did you want anything more to drink," she asked.

"No thanks I'm good. Thanks though." 

She nodded, acknowledging my response. She sat sat on the other end of the couch across from me and began her own set of questioning.

"So Matt, how old are you exactly? And what do you do for work?" She began.

I answered,"Well I am 22 years old, and currently I am a student although this is my final year. Do you mind if I ask the same to you?"I reciprocated.

"Not at all! Well I am 26, so I guess that makes me a little bit of a cougar now doesn't it?" She giggled. "And I work a couple jobs, but my main daytime job is boring."She said.

"Well then what's the other one," I questioned.

She blushed a little and then remarked, "I don't think you'll believe me."

"Try me." I demanded, now incredibly curious.

"Well," she began, "when I'm not running my real estate business, I model." That didn't sound incomprehensible I thought to myself.

"...for a fetish website." She finished. "That's a little weird huh?"

My blood froze for a second. I had never told anyone, but I had a fetish of my own: feet. I was always embarrassed about it and so I never told anyone.

"Oh really? What kind of fetishes." I asked giggling. 

"Various ones, but primarily for feet and amazon type things." She answered.

I began to lie to myself and her, "So people are into that stuff, huh? What makes your feet so wonderful?"

Her hands moved toward her boot as her fingers found the zipper. She quickly zipped each of them down and pulled them off her feet. Then, to follow, she began to peel her socks off which looked like they were a little damp from sweat. She extended her long legs across the couch and placed her feet in my lap.

"I don't know, you tell me." She deviously said. 

Her feet were huge. Seriously. They must have been like 14 inches long or something. Resting on my lap, they came up to my chest. I was enamored by them and stared at them in awe. I gave a confused face to imply I had no idea why people would have a fetish for feet.

She continued,"Some like them simply for how big they are. Some like my longer toes." She splayed her long toes which also had a french-pedicure. The big toe was probably like 4 inches, with her second toe being just a tad longer. Her other toes descended in order. They were beautiful.

"Some like like how soft they are and some even like the smell," she elaborated while lifting her foot. Then she playfully pushed it right into my face as if she wanted me to understand by experience. Her damp warm sole felt angelic, and the scent was erotic, her soft skin was amazing, but I pushed her foot away, not wanting her to know that had the fetish myself.

"Hey cut it out," I said.

She laughed, completely unaware that I actually enjoyed it.

"Well Matt, I need to get to bed, so get out before I stomp on you!" she demanded jokingly. "Also I need to pamper my feet before I go to bed since there a men that pay to see these beauties." She said while rotating her foot in the air.

"Alright, then. I had fun tonight Mikayla, have a good night's rest, and let me know if you need anything." I offered as I was leaving.

"I just might take you up on that." She responded as she closed the door behind me. "Goodnight."

That night I went home and slept immediately. I dreamed of Mikayla, and every body of her body. Her beautiful face and hair, her large breasts, that nice taunt ass, her skin, her legs and feet. She had it all. And now, she was my neighbor. 

It was several days before I saw her again. I was sitting on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see Mikayla towering before me. 

"Hi again, Matt. So my shower isn't working and I was hoping I could use yours before I head out to work. Would that be okay?" I nodded opening up the door to let her in.

"It's back there on the left. Feel free to use whatever, and there are some fresh towels on the shelves in there. Let me know if you need anything." I urged.

"Will do. Thanks a lot Matt. I'll make it up to you I swear. How about dinner tonight over at my place?" She asked.

I thought about it for a moment and didn't see why not, so I reasoned, "You don't have to, but if you want to, I will definitely accept your offer."

She smiled and said thanks again. She left some of her clothes and shoes by the couch, but took most of it with her. I heard the door lock and the water turn on. Alright, well I just scored a semi-date I told myself. Now what should I do? What was I doing? I couldn't remember so I began to clean my house up to make it look a little nicer. 

I was wiping down the tables when I saw her shoes. She had brought some flats that looked a little worn but still in good shape. I picked them up to observe their size. They were huge. I took off my shoe and placed my barefoot into her flat. With my heel against the back, then end of my foot didn't even come up to the start of the toe box, and the width was like an inch and half wider. It was mind boggling that this was someone's shoe. I looked like a child in their parent's shoes. 

I took it off and placed my own shoe inside hers, which still easily fit although now it was sort of blocked by the toe box. I continued on with my cleaning thinking about Mikayla's size. She was overwhelmingly attractive and her size only enhanced that. I started to imagine myself in the shower with her when I heard the water turn off. It wasn't long before she came bounding out to finish getting ready. She had her work clothes on and she hurriedly grabbed her sweater and put on her flats. Her long toes guided the rest of the foot in. Her toes were significantly longer than the toe box so she had some toe cleavage showing. 

I didn't stare too long, fearing she would notice. I went and grabbed the door for her as she jumped up. 

"Thanks a lot Matt, I'll see you later today then at my place. Let's do 6."

"See you then," I yelled as she sprinted away.

I turned and walked back into my place hoping to finish my cleaning. Most everything was done, and so I went to check the bathroom for anything she might of left. A black pair of panties had slid into the corner of the bathroom. I picked them up to see how big they were; I'm pretty sure I could use one leg hole as my entire waistband. I folded them back up and placed them at the door, and then began some duties in the kitchen. 

I then continued with my plans for the day and ran some errands.

At 3, I went to meet a friend in the city before coming back for dinner with Mikayla. We decided to grab a beer at a bar a few blocks from my house while the football game was on. We chatted for awhile until I noticed the time was 5:30. I told him I had to go back to my place for dinner, and he asked with who. I didn't want to share anything unless things got official so I ignored the question and only insisted that I had to leave.

After a few minutes of walking, I got back to the apartments and walked in through Mikayla's door which was left slightly open. I walked in to see her standing in the kitchen. The aroma in the air smelt fantastic. 

"Come in, come in!" She repeated. "Dinner is already on the table. Sit down."

I sat in the chair as she set some silverware out. I waited for her and she then handed me the bottle of wine. I poured myself and her a glass and then set it on the table. She finally seated herself across from me with a huge grin on her face.

"Thanks for cooking," I said to express my gratitude.

"Of course! I needed the shower. Now eat."

She didn't need to tell me again. I took a bite of her marinated chicken and closed my eyes. It tasted so good and her sides were equally as satiating. I felt as though I couldn't get enough in my mouth. I ate and ate, scarfing my food down, and washing it down with wine. Mikayla laughed at how fast I was eating.

"Hungry or am I that good?"

"Both," I replied.

Soon the food was all gone and she took our plates away. I went and sat on the couch to ease my stomach. She eventually came and sat next to me. She put her feet up on the table which still had slippers on them. It jogged my memory of a question I had earlier. 

"So when do you do your other job. Shouldn't you not be cooking dinner and working your second job?" I asked.

She looked at me as though I was silly. " What? The fetish stuff? I can do that whenever. I just make sure to take photos or videos every few days to post on the website. Actually, while I'm thinking about it, let me grab my camera.

She walked away and into the back somewhere and then returned with a very nice looking camera. 

"This is my money-maker." She claimed, as she handed me the camera. "Take some pictures of the bottom of my feet." 

I acted like I didn't really know what I was doing and took some weird angled shots.

"No just shoot them straight on, it's easy."

I took a few extra shots of her relaxed feet on the couch. Her large soles were beautiful with only a few wrinkles and soft looking skin. Her heel, sole, and pads of her toes were pink, while the undersides of her toes and most of her arch were whitish. Some points were a little yellowed from callouses, but she clearly had scrubbed them down to being barely visible. The sight of her feet made me want to touch and rub them. Unknowing of my fantasies, she posed her feet in various ways and then looked to me again.

"Put your foot up against mine," she requested while leaving her foot suspended between us. 

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, people like it. And I'm kind of curious myself." She responded smiling. "What size shoes do you wear anyways?"

"8" I said while I took off my shoes and socks and lifted my foot. I lined our heels up, and then pressed my foot into hers.

It was quite the spectacle. My biggest toe fell just short of the ball of her foot, and the width was no where the same. The surface area of her foot was incredible, and I could still see so much of her foot surrounding mine. Her foot was so soft under mine, especially her arch, and it was still super warm from being in her slippers. I took a moment to soak in the sight when she snapped me out of my trance.

"Take some pictures Matt. I gotta job to do!" She joked.

I snapped some photos again, capturing the moment between us. 

"I can't even see your foot yet. Stack your other one on top." She said as she wiggled her toes in anticipation. 

I took my other foot and placed it just over where my other one left off and pushed it into her sole. All that was left was basically her toes and the top part of her sole. Even so, it still managed to take up almost half of my other foot. I took some pictures knowing that's what she would want.

She motioned for me to hand over the camera so she could take some from her perspective. I handed her the camera and she began to shoot some photos. I just stared at the enormity of her foot, and took in all the angles and sensations. I could feel the toes of her foot in my arch, and boy did they feel long. I'm pretty sure they were twice as long as mine, considering I didn't have long toes and she did. I marveled at them a little more before she removed her foot.

"Alright, thanks for the help Matt. These look really good." She noted as she flipped through the photos. "Hey do you want to help me with this fetish stuff. Like help me take pictures, be in the picture, give ideas, etc. I would really appreciate it, and you could get paid! It's a little awkward trying to ask someone randomly."

I hesitated for a moment not wanting to seem overly excited to do so, even though I was. She motioned me to stop thinking for a moment. 

"How about this, we watch a movie and then you tell me after it's over. Okay? Just think about it."She suggested.

"Okay that's fair." I responded as I got ready for the movie. She slid a DVD in before making herself comfy as well.

There was no way in hell that I was going to say no.

After the movie finished, Mikayla turned to me, her face waiting in suspense. I gave a sly smile and then managed to respond.

"Yeah I guess I'll do it. The money would be helpful, and you seem like a fun person do something weird with." I said, chuckling. 

"Perfect. Let's try to meet every other day if possible, or more often if we can. It doesn't really matter. But for now, let's do one more picture before you go. Don't move."

I sat there, facing her. She lifted each of her legs up a placed a foot on each shoulder next to my head. She positioned her feet to stand tall and then quickly fumbled with the camera to find the appropriate settings. Finally she snapped several photos of me smiling between her feet. After finishing, she began to flip back through the photos, her eyes glued to the details. 

"Look at how small your head looks." She remarked, turning the camera for me to see. 

She was right. My head did look small. Her feet ran the length of my neck and head, and then still had a couple extra inches to spare on top of that. I marveled at the size of them in comparison to my face. It wasn't direct, but I could only imagine the feeling of her sole pressed against my tiny face. Instead of saying that however, I went with a more aggressive comment.

"It's not that my head is small, it's that your feet are huge."

She shifted her body in my direction, and propelled her legs outward, forcing her feet into my chest. My body was moved back until it was pushed against the side of the sofa. She giggled, as she mashed her feet into my torso. 

"Watch out or I'll squish you under them!"

I shoved her feet off and away from me, bolting from the couch and towards the door. She set her feet back down on the floor, staring at me. 

"I'll let you get away this time Matt." She said as she blew my a playful kiss. 

I shook my head, laughing at her. "Goodnight Mikayla. See you tomorrow!" I then closed the door behind me and headed to my apartment and got ready for bed. Then I laid down, thinking deeply about what I had just committed to doing with Mikayla.

I awoke the next morning ready to start the day. I woke up earlier than usual and had some plans events for summer that I wanted to plan for later today so I wanted to finish with all the daily chores and errands beforehand. 

I was in the bathroom, and had taken my shirt off, and began brushing my teeth when a knock sounded from the door. Really, right now? I just want to shower, have my coffee, and wake myself up. Despite my unenthused attitude, I still decided to answer the door. I opened it and was rather surprised to see Mikayla standing there.

"Oh hey Matt! Long time, no see." She joked. "I just thought we could finish our fetish work now, since I actually am leaving town for a few days for my real estate business. Does that work for you?"

I wasn't exactly mentally prepared and I was still a little tired. I looked at her with a confused expression as I stared and the items she was holding. It looked like some type of floor mat, her camera, and a tripod. 

"Um sure," I muttered, "that works."

"Perfect! I'll set these up real quick."

She wandered to the living room and laid down the mat. She then prepared the tripod, adjusting its height and angle to the mat. Finally she placed the camera on it, and began adjusting the settings. I tried to imagine what we were doing but had no idea.

"Okay, since I'm going to be gone for a while, I thought we would just shoot a video with various things to keep our fetish customers satisfied. So, I thought we could do some comparison stuff, and then wrestle or something. Sound good?" She asked, looking for confirmation.

"Yeah." I responded, knowing I was a bit out of my element at this point.

"Awesome. I'll click the record button and we'll get on the mat and start. Just follow my lead."

I nodded my head as I became a little nervous of what was to come. I saw her tap the red button, so I walked on the floor mat she had set up. She quickly followed, standing her skimpy outfit. Her fit body was actually somewhat of a masterpiece and I caught myself staring for a moment before she walked a stood behind me. We both faced the camera and she began an introduction.

"This is Matt everybody." She began while resting on me. Her breasts settled on top of my head as she leaned over a bit to talk at the camera. "Matt thought he could outwrestle me, and said I was only a woman. And now we are here to see if this is true."

She stood up to her full height and pressed my body up close to hers to capture the difference while she continued her intro, "Just based on our size difference, I don't think he has a chance. I'm pretty sure I can do whatever I want to him, and there isn't a thing he can do about it." 

With the conclusion of her sentence, her hands and fingers engulfed my face, snuffing out any oxygen from entering my airways. My face disappeared behind her vast hands, and I began to panic a little as she toyed with my face. I grabbed onto her wrists, my fingers not even able to wrap around them, and push as hard as I could. Her hands refused to budge and my efforts only seemed to amuse her. After a few moments, she released my face, allowing me to breathe again.

"See, he really doesn't have a chance. Let me see those tiny hands of yours anyway."

I raised a hand, following her lead. She grabbed my hand a placed it onto hers, comparing the two. She faced it towards the camera for the viewers to see. My hand was only the size of her palm. She closed her fingers over the top of my hand, almost able to cover my entire hand. I ways also amazed, and simply stared at her long, elegant, french-manicured fingers as they clutch my hand.

"Wow, you are so cute and have the smallest hands. I kind of think my hands are bigger than your feet too. Let's see."

Before I could show my willingness, she lifted me into the air and gently laid me on my back. She lifted one of my legs and grabbed my socked foot. She then lined my heel up with the bottom of her hand. I could see her middle finger extend out about an inch and half past my toes.

"Yep. You've got some baby feet too. Now let's get to the real action. Stand in that corner, Matt."

I hurried myself back onto my feet and into the corner. She stood across from me in the other corner with a look of excitement pouring from her face. She was in some sort of ready stance, although it didn't look official to me.

"Alright let's go!"

Not needing any directions, I slowly maneuvered my way towards the center of the mat. She also made her approach, each of us locked in a gaze. I decided to make the first move and made a dash for her legs, hoping to knock her over. I connected with her thigh, hitting it hard, but her stance was too strong. I wrapped my arms around her hips to gain some sort of leverage, but I didn't do much more than fondle her ass.

"That's the spirit! Almost got me," she exclaimed.

Her encouraging words were contradicted by her humiliating response. She bent down a little, and wrapped her hands around my waist, tightly squeezing, and then lifted me into the air above her head. I was like a child to her, and she could throw me like a rag doll. I was hovering above her looking towards my high ceilings. I was like 9 feet in the air. She held me their for a moment, modeling for the camera.

"You are so light." She noted while giggling.

She set me down, and I hurried away from her.

"Okay I'll give you a couple more chances, but I think it's pretty clear that I'm the winner here." She said cockily. "Alright come get me."

I charged again, this time hoping to get behind her, but before I could make any real progress, her hand palmed my head, causing me to stop. I pushed back, attempting to break her grasp, when she suddenly let go and stuck her foot out, tripping me onto the mat. I face-planted into the floor, my arms and legs pancaked outwards. I turned over to find my opponent coming down on me. She laid on top of me, flattening my body under her weight. For a girl who looked thin and fit, she felt like a truck on top of me. 

My body was trapped, and she began to rub my head into her cleavage, pinning my face against her chest. She held me there for a moment and then began to grind on my body to demonstrate her size. Her huge breasts rubbed up and down my body and she even went as low as my waistline, grazing my member. It sent shivers down my spine.

She got up yet again, allowing me the opportunity to return to my corner for our final round. She motioned for me to come at her again while she smiled. I repeated my actions from before hoping to dodge her hands and actually get behind her this time, when she did something completely unexpected. She turned around as I charged, and I collided into her taunt ass with full force. 

Her knees actually buckled a little, but my victory was short lived as she quickly recovered. With my hands already partially around her, she decided to grab my arms and pull them forward, forcing my body into her ass. My chest was firmly against her butt, and I could feel her shifting my hands so that they were both gripped by only one of hers. Then she used her newly freed hand to grab my head and point it to the camera.

"Say hi Matt."

She freed my head and then immediately bent over, still hold my body in place. I was lifted several inches off the ground as I was pulled to fit around the curve of her butt. My face was pressed against her tight spandex shorts. There was no way to win I thought defeatedly. After posing a short bit for the camera, she let me go. I fell to the floor. 

She placed a large foot on my already limp body and struck a pose for the camera. She flexed her muscles as if those had anything to do with her victory and then looked down at me. 

"Thanks for trying Matt. Our viewers appreciate it." She ended, pressing down a little with her damp foot. I simply stared back in exhaustion.

After waiting a few seconds she walked over and shut the camera off.

"Thanks Matt! I really appreciate it. This could be fun." She said picking up her stuff. "We'll talk later because I need to head out and pack for my business trip. I will see you later! Oh and then next time I should have your money!"

"Okay, have a safe trip!" I called out as she closed the door.

What the fuck just happened I thought to myself. Whatever it was, it sort of aroused me and now I was already thinking about our next meeting. I'm glad I said yes to all of this.

Several days past, and none of them seemed to be as exciting as it was when I was with Mikayla. She was all I thought about, fantasized about, and dreamed about since we met. It was hard to be attracted to other women after meeting her. She was fun, unafraid to speak her mind, very independent, and definitely wore her height with confidence which amplified her physical attractiveness.

I spent these days without her trying to hang out with friends, go to bars, try new things in the city, but my mind always managed to wander back to the question of: when is Mikayla going to be back? Saturday morning I was returning home from the grocery store and stopped at the mail boxes to check and see if anything had arrived. There was an envelope tucked inside so I grabbed it and headed upstairs. 

I put all of the groceries away and then opened the envelope I had grabbed. It was filled with a couple hundred dollars and a note: "The video was popular. Here's your share for now. Enjoy"

I placed the money in my wallet and thought about it. Did that mean she was back? I decided to check and invite her to a dinner and a movie. I walked out of my place, jittery for the anticipation of seeing her again, and up to her door. I knocked several time and rang the doorbell. Not much longer after, the door was swung open, with Mikayla behind it. She was still dressed in her business attire, which was very elegant and sexy.

"Hey Matt, did you get your envelope?" She asked.

Naturally I responded, "Of course! Thanks for that, should help out a bit. In fact, I was going to see if you would be interested in a dinner and a movie tonight."

Her eyes widened before she spoke, "Yeah, that sounds good! Well, at least the dinner part. Unfortunately I can't do a movie tonight because I'm playing in the ladies pick up basketball game tonight. I'm trying to meet people. Come with me!" She ecstatically urged.

"Okay, that all sounds good to me. Should I just come back in a few hours before dinner?" I asked?

She pondered the idea, but then produced an alternative, "Sure, or you can stay here and watch some TV with me. I'm just gonna wind down for a bit, since the business trip took it out of me. If that doesn't work, feel free to go wherever."

"No I'll stay. I could use some rest myself." 

I sat on the far end of the couch, and popped my feet up using the reclining feature that was on this part of the couch. It felt good to just lay down. Mikayla turned on a show and grabbed some water and snacks for the both of us. Afterwards, she laid her head on the opposite side of the couch from me and curled herself up, her body taking up the rest of the seats. 

She had just taken off her heels so I glanced over to see her reddened soles now only a foot or two away from me. My view was obstructed as she threw a blanket over her legs and body to cover herself. She made some minor adjustments, until she finally was comfortable. It was completely silent, with only the background noise of her TV to fill the air. I closed my eyes for a moment, but slowly drifted off.

I awoke as something heavy landed in my lap. A bit startled, I opened my eyes to see an all too familiar set of french-pedicured toes in front of me. Her heel rested just above my crotch, with her foot pointed towards the ceiling. I looked over and saw she was still asleep. She must have stretched herself out from her prior curled position. She was on her back, with one arm flopped off the couch and onto the floor, and the other pointed outwards past her head. The blanket was draped just below her breasts and tucked underneath her and it ended just above her ankle. The other leg was bent outwards to the side a little, leaving her other foot tucked under the blanket.

I took the opportunity to admire the foot which had just been placed in front of me. I leaned my head forward, careful not to disturb her current state. I observed the tops and bottom of her foot as I shifted my head to either side. After viewing all the angles and contours of her foot, I decided to become a little more bold. I lined the bottom of my hand with the ball of her foot, curious to see just how long her big toes were. Big was an understatement; the top of her toe ended just below the middle knuckles of my fingers. 

My boldness turned to riskiness as my desire for more increased. I placed a hand across her sole, which took up almost the length of my hand. Her sole was very soft and warm, although it was a little damp from her heels being on earlier. I lowered my head to discover their scent. My toes stopped just at the base of her toes. They had a mixture a sweat and lotion, but the latter was more dominate, leaving a more vanilla-like aroma. I pressed my hand harder into her sole as I continued to smell her foot, but after a second or two her foot shot back under the blanket.

I panicked and pretended to be sleeping again. I heard some movement and shifting on the couch. My heart was pounding in my chest, fearing that she had seen me. After another 30 seconds, I felt something jabbing my arm. I faked a groggy awakening, seeing her foot resting against my humerus. The foot took up the entire thing, all the way from my elbow to my shoulder. Her toes pressed into me again.

"Wake up sleepy, it's time for dinner! I'll go get ready, and then we'll leave."

I slowly got up, still freaked out from her almost catching me in the act. I regained my composure as she readied herself in the back. She came out in some casual clothes with a big smile on her face.

"Let's grab something quick, come back here and get ready and then go play some ball!" She exclaimed.

"Sure thing."

We walked out of her apartment, down the elevator, and out the doors. We decided on some gourmet burritos from a place nearby. We walked in the front door and it seemed as though everybody stopped what they were doing to stare at her. Her height was astounding, so I understood, and with me next to her, it probably appeared even more so. She took no notice and walked up to the front and began ordering a couple of burritos. I went next, and ordered mine while she grabbed a drink from the fountains. When I finished the guy leaned over, and stated quietly, "Nice score man. She's so fucking hot even though she's also insanely tall. Oh, and your total is $8.33." I thanked him and handed him the money.

After eating our food rather quickly (she ate 2 while I had 1), we returned home and changed into athletic clothing. I changed at my place and then came back to her apartment. It was an interesting experience floating back and forth between two places as though both were home. She was in the closet, bent over grabbing a basketball. Her round and beautiful ass propped up in all it's glory. She had such nice skin coupled with her two bubbly and perky cheeks making it very appeasing to look at. 

She stood up and looked at me. She was in a cut tank with a sports bra underneath with some short shorts and basketball shoes. Her hair was pinned appropriately to the sides to keep it out of her face. This was a new type of look for her, and a sexy one. She laughed at me, noticing that I had been staring at her. 

"We should go before you start drooling you perv." She joked. 

I followed her to the car and then hopped in the passenger seat. She drove us to a small gym about 10 minutes away. We got out and walked through the double doors in the front. After passing through a small lobby, we made it to a gym. 10 or so ladies were already there and warming up so Mikayla jumped in. I grabbed a ball myself, and started to shoot a few.

One lady walked up to me to inform me, "Hey this is only for girls, buddy."

Knowing that was true, I didn't know how to respond. Mikayla quickly chimed in, "Oh he's with me, I figured he could come. He isn't professional or anything and if it worries you I can guard him."

The woman listened to her response while she gawked at her size. She turned back to me with wide eyes, "Good luck."

I grabbed a ball and continued to shoot for a few minutes. Finally, the teams were divided, splitting me and Mikayla apart. It was tip-off time, and naturally Mikayla stepped up for her team. The tallest girl on our team was like 5'10", and she looked tiny next to Mikayla. A benched player threw the ball up, and without even jumping, Mikayla extended an arm up and tipped it back to her team. The play started and I hurried to mark the guard on the outside. 

The point guard who had grabbed the ball immediately passed it to Mikayla at the post. Our girl didn't have a chance; easy bucket. Our team passed the ball in now down 0-2, and a girl brought it up the court and passed it to me. I quickly passed it underneath to our post player, who was guarded by Mikayla. Mikayla stood strong, with her hands up, not giving an inch. She was a damn skyscraper. Our player passed it back out to me. I took a shot, nailing the 3 pointer. 3-2. I paced back down the court with some confidence. I picked up the same girl, who was passed the ball. She took a dribble that I anticipated, so I managed to make a steal and make a break down the court. Easy layup. 5-2. 

We played for a while longer, the teams going back and forth. Each of the teams relied on me and Mikayla to provide most of the work. At the end of the fourth quarter, we were up by 3 still. There was only a couple minutes left, so if we played smart, victory was possible. Mikayla's team had the ball now, and they immediately passed it to her. I tried to help guard her in an attempt to force another player to shoot. She backed me into the key, her ass bouncing into my chest. Her strength was too much. She turned and jumped, smashing my face into her crotch, while she dunked. I was knocked onto my back. 

She laughed, "Nice try big guy!" And trotted off.

I was inbounded the ball, so I slowly made my way up the court to waste time. Regardless, their team would get it one last time. We just need to score. Mikayla defended me on the perimeter now, her daunting wingspan making it hard to pass. I tried a clever pass underneath but Mikayla slapped at it, forcing a steal. She ran down the court looking for a pass. Shit. I sprinted my ass off to recover. She got the ball as expected and I immediately slapped at it, knocking it from her grasp. I grabbed it, but before I could go anywhere she lifted me off the ground a bit and then let go, causing me to fall hard to the ground.

"Flagrant?" I asked.

I was disappointed it led to that, but I was confident I could close the game out now. I shot my free-throws, making both. Game over. There wasn't enough time to do anything.

Everyone shook hands, and I could tell Mikayla was disappointed. She hid it and invited some girls over to drink at the house with us. Three girls decided to come, so we all met back at our apartments. I was just tired, but I could use a couple drinks. Mikayla didn't talk to me much. Was she mad?

All the girls and I finally arrived at the house and walked int Mikayla's apartment. Mikayla wasn't saying anything to me at this point, and was basically ignoring anything I did say. I took it as a sign to leave and decided it would be best to just return to my place. So when Mikayla went to grab liquor and wine for the girls, I told her friends I was going to head back home. I said my goodbyes and left.

I turned on the TV and sat on my couch, wondering what I did that could of possibly made her angry. After 20 minutes, I told myself to forget about it and that I should just relax and watch my show. I could hear the girls next door laughing and talking to each other loudly. The alcohol must be taking its toll I thought. I tuned them out to focus on the episode at hand. Their noise was drowned out, my attention completely infused in my show, but then suddenly I heard some goodbyes and the door opening and closing several times. The girls must be leaving. I elected to make an effort to resolve this tension between me and Mikayla now that the girls were gone. 

I exited my place and opened her door. Fortunately the door was unlocked so I invited myself in without any problems. I saw her in the kitchen trying to clean a little. I interjected, "Hey just wondering how you are doing? Did you have fun tonight?"

She turned and looked at me with heavy eyes. I think she drank a little much based on her appearance and all they empty bottles. She confirmed my suspicions when she spoke, "Oh look at who it is. Why you wanna be here now?"

Yup drunk. I tried to finish anyways, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Like as in we're okay."

"I just don't like losing. I only wanted to win, but some bad boy ruined that." She explained while taking some sloppy steps towards me. "Yup. You were a naughty boy tonight." 

I determined maybe it was best to speak with her tomorrow when she was sober, so I began to make my exit for the door. I reached for the door knob and opened it to leave, when it was slammed shut by an overreaching arm. 

"Where are you...going? Bad boys...get..punished." She said with difficulty. 

I was actually a little nervous about my situation, but had no solution to calm my nerves. Her arm suddenly wrapped around me and lifted me off the ground. She carried me ungracefully for a few steps and then set me upside-down on the couch. My back and head were on the seating cushion, while my legs pointed upwards as they followed the backrest cushion of the couch. Before could move, her large ass descended upon me, squishing my chest and abdomen downwards. My head was left free, but that didn't matter since the air was being expelled from my lungs and it was becoming very difficult to breathe. 

"Get...off." I managed to say.

She laughed," Nope. You must be punished. Matt, meet my ass, ass meet Matt." She rubbed her cheeks from side to side, the two mounds of fleshed moving me from side to side. She suddenly removed herself, and stood up. Her hands moving towards the elastic band of her shorts.

"Let's make this more fun for me." She suggested deviously while removing her pants and underwear. 

She stood back up, the bottom half of her now naked. She looked down at me before returning to her earlier position. Her beautiful butt lowered back down, covering my torso again. Her warm skin firmly pressed into me as my body unwilling conformed to the curvature of her well-shaped ass. I winced in pain as her weight settled itself yet again, but I was aroused to be touching her despite it not being intimate. She glared at my free head which shot out from between her legs.

"Now what to do with you..." She pondered for a moment.

Her hand grabbed my head and forced in into her exposed vagina. It was recently waxed, leaving a beautiful view for me before as my head was forced into darkness. She directed my head to pleasure herself, but I denied her my will and so she took matters into her own hands. She began to grind on my face to pleasure herself. I did my best to steer my face elsewhere, but here vagina continued to pace over my face, gradually becoming more and more wet. She slowed for a moment, and looked down at me smiling. Her eyes slowly began to fade and close. After a few more moments, her head started to bob. 

She yawned before stating the obvious, "I'm so tired." After a few moments, her body collapsed to the side, her head and torso landing on the couch. Her butt shifted over as well, partially freeing my body from the fleshy trap. I squeezed the rest out and looked at her. She was passed out, her eyes closed and her chest slowly moving up and down as she took deep breaths. She looked a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to at least fix that before I left her. I grabbed both her legs and used what strength I had to toss them up onto the couch with the rest of her body. Her socks were sweaty so I removed them and tossed them aside. I grabbed her feet and scooted them farther back onto the couch and then went to retrieve some blankets from the closet. I spread a couple over her, covering most her body, and then took one last look at her before exiting the apartment. What a bizarre night.

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The next morning I awoke in my bed to the smell of a rather delicious breakfast aroma. I heard some pots and pans clashing, and the sound of other items in my kitchen, so I grabbed some sweatpants and walked out to see exactly what was going on. It was Mikayla. She was furiously cooking various items, bouncing around the kitchen, trying to finish everything when she saw me walk out.

A huge grin snuck across her face before she greeted me, "Hey Matt, I thought I'd make you some breakfast this morning. I'm really sorry about how I behaved last night, and I wanted to make it up to you. I'm just not a huge fan of losing."

"Well thank you very much," I replied, wondering how much of last night she truly remembered. In complete honesty, I don't think she remembered the more heinous acts from last night, but I didn't exactly want to remind her and traumatize her.

She continued cooking for a few more minutes while I switched on some news and brewed some coffee. She shouted out breakfast was ready before setting it on the table. I came an sat down with her at my glass dining table. She sat across and I could see her legs scrunch up to fit under the table. 

"Would you prefer to sit at the couch?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine here. I should hurry anyways. I still have work today." She answered, while quickly scarfing her food down.

The food was delicious. Her bacon, eggs, ad potatoes scramble was killer. She mixed it with several seasonings and served it with a side of toast and some OJ. I wasn't going to complain. 

"Alright, I will see you later. Remember, we have work to do!" She reminded me. 

She hurried out most likely to get ready and head to work. She waived before closing the door. Now what to do. I continued my morning routine, finishing my food, enjoying some coffee, and hearing the news. I figured I would go the gym for a bit, maybe play some pick up basketball there and then make my way back home after lunch. An hour later, I walked out the door myself.

---

I arrived back home later that evening. Everything I had planned had taken a bit longer than expected, but overall it was a good day. I sat down after I made myself a quick dinner with some chicken and vegetables. When I was nearly finished with my plate, I could hear Mikayla calling my name from her apartment.

A somewhat audible, "Matt, get over here!"

I left my plate unfinished, curious to see what was so urgent. I opened her front door and saw her on the couch, still in her business attire. 

"Come over here and take a seat, Matt. Now." She demanded in a firm and aggressive tone.

I took a look around to notice the camera set up near the TV facing the couch, with the red light blinking, indicating that it was currently recording. She sat there with her leg crossed over the other, her leg bobbing up and down, when she gestured for me to sit. There was lotion on the table near the couch and I began to put the pieces together to realize I had just walked in on our next session.

Not wanting to anger her or screw up the video, I walked over to the couch and sat next to her. She began to talk to the camera like she did the last time.

"So everyone, I think you remember Matt. He is joining us again today, or I guess I should say you guys are joining us again. Anyways, I just got off work today and I was working hard all day. Fortunately for you guys, Matt here has volunteered to rub my feet. Haven't you Matt?"

I nodded my head out of compliance to the situation. I wasn't the most camera friendly person but it would have been hard to just say no. It almost felt like an obligation now. In a sense, this really was a job now.

"That's what I thought, now undress my feet and get to work." She said, turning her face to me and lifting one foot onto my lap. 

I momentarily gawked at her enormous foot, which was still in her heels. I unbuckled the leather strap that was secured around her ankle and then grasped the skinny heel that somehow managed to hold her up. I pulled, releasing her foot from the shoe. Next to do was her black pantyhose which ran the length of her leg. I was obviously not going to be able to reach that far, but she didn't seem to care. Her eyes darted back forth from my hands to the top of her pantyhose. I leaned over, stretching my hands as far as I could, not reaching the top. She grabbed my hands and gently forced them higher until I could finally grasp the top. I slid it down and around her ankle, and finally over the heel. I continued to expose her foot as I slowly slid it up and off her toes. Her long toes wiggled with their newly found freedom. I grabbed her other foot, repeating the process. Her bare feet rested on my lap, waiting for their treatment. 

To help me out, she used her long toes to snag the lotion from the table and "hand" it to me. I repositioned my body to face her feet, with my back against the far side of the couch. I squeezed some of the product into my hand and then gently rubbed it onto her sole. I repeated the process to the other foot, until each foot had in a thin layer of lotion rubbed into it. Taking her left foot, I then pressed my thumbs deep into her arch, and moved up and down her foot. She cooed in pleasure.

I continued on with the various parts of her feet. I worked on the tops of her soles and the ball of foot. Her foot was already so soft and the lotion seemed to enhance it exponentially. I was becoming very aroused, and I could feel my member starting to grow. I pushed my thumbs into her sole to relax her. My thumb was so much smaller compared to her foot, so it was difficult to efficiently massage her foot. I did my best, using both hands to grasp her foot. 

"Your hands are so small compared to my foot." She pointed out while wrapping her fingers around my wrist and pressing my hand firmly into her foot. 

The width of my hand was not nearly as wide as her foot and it only was about the length or her whitened arch, leaving her heel and sole tops exposed. We both stared at the difference while the camera captured it for the viewers. She looked at me and smiled, keeping my hand pressed into her sole; I smiled back while enjoying the warmth from her large foot. 

Our gaze was broken when she turned away to look at the camera before telling the audience, "This is only the beginning. There will be more to come."

She stood up and walked over to the camera to switch it off. I was a little confused as to why she chose not to finish the video since I was already here. After pressing the button, her attention shifted in my direction and she deviously smiled at me. Her smile seemed strange for the time and made me nervous. As I sat contemplating what she was thinking, she spoke, interrupting the moment of silence.

"I don't know if I've told you, but it turns me on to see you obey my commands. Sometimes I watch our videos myself after we finish, just to relive the fantasy. It's almost like I have a fetish for dominating men," she stated with a smile on her face. "I was thinking though that I don't really need to fantasize when I can just have it. I have a business trip tomorrow, and I'm a little horny today, so let's make this simple. Get undressed."

I sat, listening to her almost in shock of what I was hearing. When she finished, I wasn't sure of how to respond. This entire time, I hadn't really expressed my fetish, but yet she is standing in front of me demanding something sexual. As much as I wanted to say yes, I couldn't help but flashback to when she was drunk, and remember the power she had over me. Only this time she was sober and and is very aware of her intentions. Was this more or less scary?

Her impatient stare seemed to increase with my inability to answer immediately. She finally interjected, "Matt, I am not really asking you. Get undressed."

I finally retorted, "Mikayla, I agreed to help you make videos, not be your personal pleasure toy." 

I don't think that was the response she was looking for, but rather than getting angry, she chose to entice me. She stripped off her shirt, revealing two large supple breasts and then proceeded to explain why this was going to happen. 

"You can either make this enjoyable, or not for yourself. I recommend doing the former, because I will get what I want."

I took a moment to weigh my decisions and options. Her was a tall, beautiful woman that I would die to be with, but I think she crossed the line as far as to what I was comfortable with. She was blurring the line of our videos with reality now, and I'm not sure that was for the best. I made a decision in the best interest of us. 

"Okay, lead the way my goddess. I will undress myself in front of you for your pleasure." I suggested while pointing to the bedroom.

"Alright, Matt. A wise decision." She said while walking to the bedroom. 

I took the opportunity to dash for the door and return to my place. Before she could react, I made it far enough away from her to ensure my escape. I hurried and opened the door, and then darted into my place and locked the door behind me. I caught my breath and took a moment for my heart rate to decrease. Now that I had escaped however, I had no idea what to do next. I stood there, staring at the door, imagining her large frame on the other side of the door. 

There was several knocks at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked hesitantly. There was no response. 

Was she going to torture me while I stayed in here? I started getting numerous paranoid thoughts causing me to be anxious and nervous. I calmed myself, rationalizing her behavior as a joke. I was becoming lost in my thoughts when I heard a noise come from my bedroom. My blood froze. I snuck through my own apartment, making my way to the bedroom. I kept telling myself I was overly paranoid, and manage to muster up some courage to open my door. Nothing. I walked to my sliding glass door that led to the balcony. It was locked. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned to head back to the front room, when my relief was cut short. Mikayla stood there, an evil smile plastered across her face. 

"I guess your place works too," She said jokingly.

She quickly made a move towards me. I bolted, hoping for the best, but my hopes were met with reality as her large hands wrapped around my body. She lifted me up with ease and tossed me onto the bed. Before I could recover, she sat on top of me, trapping my arms to my side and pinning me to the bed. Panicking, I began to yell. She immediately placed her titanic hand over my mouth, smothering any noise out. I sat laid there between her legs, forced in silence as she sternly observed me. 

She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I guess I'll undress you."

Her hand slithered its way to my shorts where she proceeded to force them downward and off my legs, leaving me exposed. Her hand returned, cupping over my package. She began to sensually rub her hand up and down to stimulate me. Without protest, my member began to respond accordingly. Once at full attention, she paused for a moment, and looked at me. She signaled me to remain quiet as she stood up. She began removing her clothing, revealing her magnificent body underneath.

She laid onto my bed, and then looked over to me. 

"Come on Matt, it isn't everyday you get to have sex with a girl like me."

It was true, and at this point I was extremely aroused by her. I made my way over to her, softy touching our bodies together as I slid my member further and further up until finding my mark. Her hand wrapped around my ass as she thrust my hips forward, connecting us. She then buried my head into her breasts as she helped me rock my hips quickly back and forth. I was practically under her control. The pace, the force, the intimacy. She could do whatever she wanted to me and I wasn't going to object.

As if to make an example from my thoughts, her fingers wrapped around my sides as she gently inverted me so that my face was in front of her vagina. Before I could say anything, her hand forced my head downward. Knowing my purpose for the moment, I pleasured her already wet vagina, making her moan in pleasure. I could feel her body convulsing from the stimulation. My air was becoming sparse as the fluids built. Just before I ran out of breath, she flipped me around again. 

I hurriedly slipped in my member with ease, and then began to pace back and forth, hoping to finish her. Her arms we spread apart, with her hands grasping the edges of the bed. My small hands rested on her abs while I continued. I reached over to grab her breast, when her legs clinched together. Her juices flowing as she climaxed. Wow that was incredibly quick for a woman. I hadn't even gone yet, and I had the feeling I wasn't going to. 

After finishing, she tossed me off of her without regards to my own pleasure. 

"Hey can you measure me real quick?" I've felt different this last day.

"Yeah I can after you explain what the hell just happened" I remarked.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. I just needed that. I've felt weird today."She replied apologetically. 

I went to grab a measuring tape while I tried to understand her behavior. It was bizarre. I returned with my tool in hand. Obviously unable to reach above her, I was forced to stand on the bed, which still left me several inches shorter than her. I had her step on on end of the measuring tape while I stretched it out. After finally getting an appropriate measure, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"You're 7 foot 6 now."

“No, actually.” I snapped before shoving her foot off my chest.

“Oh don't be silly. You can tell me anything.” She said, expecting my honest response.

“I already said. Nothing. Now if you don’t mind, I have some shit to do.” I said before walking away, still embarrassed. I continued walking until I left her apartment and then went several paces down the hall past my own apartment. I needed the air as well as the time to clear my mind. At some point I would have to admit my fetish to Mikayla, but would that change the dynamic of our relationship? Not only that but I had never admitted my fetish to anyone...not a soul.

I came to the conclusion that I just needed to be brave and that I should just tell her. As I turned around to walk back, my eyes wandered into the view of Mikayla, who was already standing behind me. She looked down on me with a smile.

“Matt,” she began, “let's cut through the bullshit. I know you are absolutely enamored by me. Now I don't care if you are turned on by say….my feet. But what I do care about is if you lie to me. Is that understood?”

I nodded my head as I backed up to the wall. She kept the same distance between, staring at me in wait of a response.

“So?...” She asked, implicating I should be saying more. “Any secrets?”

I smiled for a moment before stating what I knew would irritate her most, “Nope.”

She looked at me and smirked before coming up with a new stipulation. Strategically she stood almost on top of me before sternly telling me, “Well fine then. Play that game. But from now on you can't have any of me. And I mean ANY until you want to be honest with me. And you will do that when you become man enough to take me on a date. If you wanna play games, you can chase me just like any other man would.”

I lifted a finger up to stop her rant, but she graciously ignored any gesture or expression I was making. Instead, Mikayla turned and quickly returned to her room while slamming the door behind her. I was left in the hall, my finger still floating in the air with my lips ajar, the words having never left my mouth. What was supposed to be a joke spiraled quickly into a mess. Was she serious? Or was this just a way to get me to take her on a date? Maybe she wanted us to be together...maybe I did too. If there were ever an opportunity to seize, dating an Amazon woman with the body of a goddess didn't seem too shabby. I darted off to my room to plan the evening ahead.

I was strangely excited to plan the night. Although me and Mikayla were hanging out a bunch, it never felt right. It was fun to hang out, but the stuff we did was oddly based around sexual fantasies, yet we weren't even dating and we never talked about “us” as a thing. Maybe now we could move past that and enjoy “the chase”. I hurried over to my wardrobe and grabbed the nicest suit I had while dialing a number of a favorite restaurant of mine.

“Hello! Yes I would like to make a reservation for two please. And make it that special room in the back, candles and some champagne on ice before we get there. Yes, thank you. It’ll be under Matt and we will be there at 6 tonight.”

I tried on the suit to make sure it still fit well as it had before. As expected, it did, and brought my attractiveness level up a few notches. I agreed that would be tonight's attire but in the meantime I had something else for us to do. I grabbed began packing an assortment of cheese and meats, along with some fresh bread I had bought yesterday. After adding some beers into the cooler, I grabbed my bathing suit and some towels for us. Since it was still the morning, we had more than enough time for the beach. I grabbed a few more items for entertainment and shoved into a bag before hurrying over to Mikayla’s place.

Just before I was about to knock, I thought of a better way to ask her on the date. Rushing back into my apartment I found a pen and a fancy card from my desk and wrote a very small but something to with a sweet and endearing tone.

“With so many days in our lives, I only ask you spend this one with me.     -Matt”

I found a small candle and placed it outside her door along with the card. After lighting the candle, I quickly knocked on her door and then bolted to my apartment. Listening closely, i could hear some movement coming from her apartment followed by the door opening. Silence ensued, but after a few moments, several knocks boomed from my door. It worked. I threw open the door to see Mikayla in front of me.

“Alright Matt. What do I need for our first official date?”

“Just a swimsuit. Maybe a towel. But be quick. Daylight is burning!”

She laughed as she bounded off to her room. I waited several minutes outside her apartment when she finally opened the door again. She had a black tank top on with some fiery red bottoms for her suit with her long tanned legs uncovered. I stared at the endless legs until reaching her flip flops, her long toes flexing in excitement. Her pink nails glistened in the light while contrasting from her tan toes. I pulled my eyes up to meet hers.

“Let's go!” I exclaimed before taking off for the car.

She followed and we made our way to the parking lot, walking straight to my car. As we approached my vehicle I realized a now obvious problem. How was she going to fit in the car? There was no way the front seat could hold her. I stormed up some ideas and came up with the best solution there was. After unlocking the doors, I told Mikayla to wait as I opened the passenger door. I slid the seat all the way forward in addition to collapsing it so there would be as much space as possible. I then opened the backdoor and gestured for her to sit.

She crammed her large frame into the back seat, shifting until settling with her body behind the driver's seat with her legs spreading out diagonally placing her feet on the passenger seat. The car itself creaked with the immense weight added to it. I laughed in my head about the struggle of even getting in a car for Mikayla. I finally made it  back around to the driver's seat and pushed the keys into the ignition. I watched as Mikayla popped her flip flops off and planted her soles onto the passenger window. They were basically the same length as the height of the window and caught my gaze as I started the car.

“Well I'm excited to do whatever you planned for today!” She exclaimed.

“Well good, I'm excited to take you.”

We drove for about 20 minutes, chatting about various topics. Nothing serious, just casual conversation with witty remarks, until finally arriving at the beach. I unpacked our stuff and pointed to an area where we would set up to have a picnic.

Mikayla snatched her stuff, and headed to the spot I had suggested. I quickly followed, carrying the items I had packed earlier. Mikayla sat down in the sand and began flattening the sandy surface in front of her for what she must have assumed to be a picnic. As I approached, a guy began running over to us with a frisbee in his hand.

“Hey are you two interested in playing some ultimate frisbee? We are trying to get some more people.”

I looked at Mikayla who nodded her head in approval, and so naturally I did too. “Sure!”

“Great. We’ll take the girl. It's okay if you two split up yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah that's fine. We’ll cover each other.” Mikayla answered while looking over at me and winking. “This will be payback for basketball.”

I had already assumed that much, but I wasn't gonna let it happen that easily. Mikayla stood up and we began walking toward the group of people. Everyone was caught up staring the the enormous woman approaching.

“Wait who’s team is she on?” Someone called out.

“She’s on my team!” The man in front of us bellowed back. “Not a bad pickup, huh?”

I was honestly a bit intimidated to cover a girl who could easily clear 12 feet of reach being as athletic as she was. At least in basketball the ball had to touch the ground.

Mikayla's team started off with the frisbee, and all the players scattered to get open. Naturally I could see their thrower zero in on Mikayla spotting the easiest possible target. He threw it, but disregarded her height advantage and threw it at normal height allowing me to have a chance. Mikayla's armed stretched out to intercept the incoming frisbee, but before it flew into her grasp, I lunged outward and knocked it from mid-flight into the sand.

“Nice block!” Someone called out.

I quickly picked up the frisbee and threw it to a nearby teammate before taking off down the sandy playing field into the end zone looking for a pass. The frisbee however was thrown to a teammate across from me who snatched it from the air, landing in the end zone. Boom 1-0. I taunted Mikayla as she walked to the other end of the field.

“Remind you of last time?” I asked, referring to the basketball game.

We threw the frisbee to the other end where the other team caught it and quickly began to toss it between each other up the field. I was guarding Mikayla again with a little more confident than last time. Unfortunately this time Mikayla pointed up to her teammate implying he should toss it up. And he did. It was a wild throw that wasn't flying anywhere near her, but Mikayla wasn't gonna let that stop her. Her long legs carried her swiftly past everyone, but luckily my teammate was there to knockdown the frisbee before she could catch it. Mikayla was frustrated by her teammates throw but quickly hustled back to cover me. I smiled at her, but was met with a serious and stern face. I took off down toward the end zone and even managed to juke Mikayla, leaving me wide open. As expected the frisbee came whistling toward me and began leading me to the end zone as it floated overhead. I looked up to anticipate the descent when suddenly a fleshy surface appeared over me.

Holy shit I thought, that was Mikayla. I watched in awe as she completely cleared the height of my body in one jump, snatching the frisbee with ease before landing back in the sand. She then quickly turned around and catapulted the frisbee to other end zone and found an open teammate to tie the score. 1-1. She looked at me before retorting, “Sorry Matt. Get used to being underneath me.”

Her words struck a competitive chord with me while also making me smile. I hurried down the beach to join my teammates on the other side. Mikayla’s team threw it down to us and we began making our way up the field again. As I was zig zagging to get away from Mikayla, I was suddenly taken to the ground as Mikayla tripped me. I hurried to my feet, unphased by her dirty play, and found myself in the open. Again, the frisbee predictably rushed to me, but was easily going to be contended by Mikayla. I jumped out and snatched the frisbee before smashing hard into the side of what seemed like a wall. I laid on the ground, the wind knocked out of me, but kept an eye open for a teammate in the end zone. One ran to the back and a wasted no time, tossing the frisbee between the legs of Mikayla who was looming over me. Score. 2-1. I glanced up to see Mikayla smiling at my cheeky play.

We continued to play for awhile before the game ended. It was unfortunate that our team lost by the end, but it was enough that Mikayla and I had enjoyed the game. We took off back to the cooler left at our beach spot. I took a look at my watch: 4:30. Oh shit we needed to get back for dinner. I immediately shouted to Mikayla, “Oh shoot, we gotta go! We have dinner at 6:00!”

Mikayla opted to grab the cooler for me, speeding the process along, and then quickly tossed it into the trunk before hopping into the back seat.

“Well that was fun!” She exclaimed. “It’s a good date so far. Now I gotta get all dressed up huh?”

“Yes you do! But first you need to clean yourself up. We are both so dirty.” We laughed as we drove back home.

We arrived home by five, leaving only an hour to spare until dinner. Luckily the place I had chosen was within walking distance from our apartment so getting there wouldn’t take long. I told Mikayla to run ahead and get ready while I grabbed the stuff from the car, assuming she would take longer than I to dress herself up.

She looked back at me deviously before stating, “You need a shower too, don’t you? I’ll be in mine waiting for you. You wash my back, I wash your back.” She ended with a wink.

Besides giving me an instant boner, her words sprung me into action, as I raced to get the cooler into my place. Scrambling to put everything away, I began tossing the food erratically back into the fridge before rushing off to grab a towel and some clothes. After which I hurried to Mikayla’s door where I found myself nervous with excitement. With ease, I pushed the door open and slowly approached the bathroom. The door was closed, but I could hear the water running from behind the door. I began stripping all the clothes from my body, eager to join her. Ever so gently, I brushed the door open, which glided gracefully back revealing a foggy silhouette behind the glass door to the shower. Her shower was clearly custom made for her unique size and even had a waterfall type showerhead.

I slowly approached the door and reached out for the door handle. Before I could open the door, Mikayla called out.

“Not so fast. What’s the password?” She asked, her figure coming closer to the door.  I froze, completely unsure of the password she was thinking. As I began running through answers,  could see her body inching closer and closer to the door until her breasts finally made contact. I could see her nipples and boobs as they pressed into the glass, with the rest of her body hidden behind the steamy blanket. My eyes became fixed on the scenery, but I still had no password. I tried to open the door anyway, but was denied from the force on the other side.

“If you truly do not know the password, you can’t come in unless you beg.” She voiced from the other side.

I played along, not trying to think much about it. “Please Mikayla, let me in.”

“That's not good enough. Get on your knees and beg.”

Not wanting to remain naked forever, I quickly got on my knees and continued my fake pleading, “Please let me in, I'll do anything.”

“Anything?” She echoed.

The door then opened with steam rushing out as though it were escaping into freedom. My eyes ran up the length of her body until settling on her face. Her eyes peered down on me, a smile creeping across her face as she extended a leg out to me.

“Kiss the bottom of my foot.” She demanded.

I had played right into her trap. A little playing along led me straight into admitting my deepest darkest secret. But I was going to avoid it anymore. Yeah, so what, I have a fetish. As her foot inched closer to me, I offered my hands as a place for her foot. Her wet foot slid perfectly into my grasp, it's warmth resonating onto my skin. I took a moment to soak in the enormity of her foot. It dwarfed my hands and required both to wrap around the circumference of her foot, leaving my fingers overlapping only at the tips. I then leaned in and planted a kiss just above my thumbs, placing my lips just above her arch. Even so, I could tell her toes extended past the top of my head.

“Good, now get up and join me in the shower.” She said in a pleased tone.

I didn’t want to stop, but decided it would be a bad time to overindulge, given that I hadn’t even admitted my fetish yet. Realizing this, I stood up and took a couple steps to the shower and a towering Mikayla. She was still looking down at me, but not at my eyes; instead she was looking down at my...oh no. I took a look down at myself and saw the huge boner I had grown since kissing her foot.

“Looks like you enjoyed that quite a bit for not having a fetish.” She teased, clearly aware of the obvious.

I quickly retorted, “Maybe it was the fact that you are standing naked in front of me. Ever think of that?”

I stepped into the shower on that note and let the water rush the dirt away from my body. I could feel her presence above me even though my eyes were closed as I let the water run over my hair and face. Her large hands settled on to me, with body wash cupped within them. She began rubbing rhythmically all over my body, making sure to wash all parts of my body. I kept my eyes clothes as she cleansed and massaged my body. I returned the favor, reaching back to rub her arms. After a few minutes Mikayla finished, and said, “My turn.”

“I’ll wash my upper body and anything you can’t really reach. You just work on anything below my breasts.”

I waste no time, rubbing soap along all her beautiful curves. Despite appearing very skinny for her size, Mikayla was undoubtedly very strong with toned muscles in nearly every part of her body. After a few moments, I finished washing everything but her vagina, to which she looked at me and said, “I’ll get that. Start drying yourself, don’t we need to be somewhere soon?”

I took a glance at a clock on the wall. It was 5:50. Shit! I hurried out and and dried myself as fast as I could before running out of the bathroom. Before leaving her apartment, I called out, “I’ll meet you at my place when you’re done. Just come on by! Be quick!”

I exited the apartment only wrapped in a towel, and then burst into my place. I scrambled to throw on the attire I had chosen earlier. Fortunately I had done so, which helped speed the process along…for me. I could only hope Mikayla wouldn’t take to long in getting ready. After dressing myself I headed to the bathroom to make some final touchups. I sprayed some cologne on my neck, adjusted my hair, and straightened my tie before rushing back out into the hall. After throwing open the front door, I was surprised to find Mikayla already standing there, waiting for me.

I looked at her bewildered before asking, “Wait...When?...How did you get out here so fast?”

“I already knew what outfit I was going to where for the first time you took me out.”

I was flattered that she expected me to ask her out on a date eventually, and her outfit looked absolutely stunning. She wore an elegant black dress that draped her body perfectly and was only made better by the fact she was so tall. She was even wearing heels! Although to her they didn’t look that high, they appeared to add a good six inches onto her height.

“Sorry the dress used to be longer before I had that massive growth spurt. I hope it still looks okay.” She said, looking for some affirmation.

“Of course it does! You look wonderful! It probably even looks better with your new height.” I complimented.

She explained to me, “Thanks, since I’m never truly done growing, it’s hard to shop for clothes. I have everything custom made to fit me now, and I also buy stuff to plan for the future. Shoes are easier since I can just buy a few sizes up, but clothes is a little more specific. For the most part, I do a pretty good job though.”

“Yes you do!” I exclaimed in agreement, “Now let’s go get some food.”

We took off down the street and were greeted by so many stares. The attention she always managed to attract was somewhat daunting. Sometimes I felt like I didn’t even exist while other times I felt as though everyone was staring at me and the fact I was with her. It usually didn’t take long to get over, but you couldn’t ever escape it. mikayla would always be in the spotlight.

We finally arrived at the restaurant and I immediately guided her to the back where our table was reserved. It felt awkward taking the lead with her though, since it was sort of like a child pulling their parent along to show them something. Regardless, we made our way to the room, and I was pleased to find the room just as requested. Our champagne was iced, the room was dark, and the candles were romantically spread throughout the room.

I pulled her seat for her, and gestured for her to sit. As gracefully as she could, she sat herself in the seat which creaked from the weight that was settling onto it. We both giggled, acknowledging the simple struggles. She scooted herself in while I poured her a glass of champagne before pouring my own and sitting down.

“So do you really think you’ll never stop growing?” I asked, curious of her response.

“I don’t know, but I hope not. I’m not even the tallest recorded living human yet.”

Thought about the truth of her statement for a moment and realized she was in fact correct. “So once you hit nine feet tall, you’ll be good?”

“Well I could care less about continuing to grow. I just better make that mark at the very least.” She replied.

“Okay, well wouldn’t be weird if you were like 100 feet tall? Or even 50 feet? I feel like the world would try to study you and your life would change dramatically.”

She thought about it and nodded her head and agreed. “Yeah I suppose you’re right. But maybe we could escape all that and live in an isolated place somewhere. Or maybe I’ll stop growing before that...say around 20 feet.” She suggested, laughing.

“20 feet?! What?! How could we even be together?” I asked, surprised that she was fine with being nearly quadruple my height.

“Hey now, who said anything about being together?” She joked. “You could still be my slave. Or maybe just a toy if you would prefer. I wouldn’t mind rolling you around under my foot.”

We laughed together, but I could tell she was really testing my security in my fetish. Whatever. She knew, I knew it. I didn’t care.

“Yeah, maybe I wouldn’t mind either.” I said winking at her.

Our waiter finally arrived to take our orders. We both politely ordered our dinners (Mikayla actually ordered two) and then handed back our menus and continued our conversation.

“So when did you discover your little fetish?” She asked bluntly.

“Hah. I actually don’t know. I just found it sexually arousing as I went through puberty and began exploring. Nothing specific.”

“Fair enough. Oh and also, when do your classes start? Isn’t gonna be a bummer after hanging out with me all the time to go back to school?” She asked.

“We still have a few weeks. And who knows, maybe I’ll just drop out and make you my suga’ mamma.” We both chuckled at the thought.

We continued our chat until dinner finally arrived. We both devoured our food since we hadn’t really eaten lunch today. My steak was amazing and obviously Mikayla’s was too. Everything was cleared after 15 minutes, so I asked for the check and handed the waiter my card. It was such a lovely night and there was still a little more left.

I looked at Mikayla who looked back at me. “Movie at my place?” I asked.

“Let’s do it at mine. My furniture works a little better for me.” She said.

I stood up and grabbed my card from the waiter before offering my hand to Mikayla. She extended her arm out to me and I did my best to grab on, managing only to hold her fingers.

“Pull me up.”

I tugged playfully, but obviously wasn’t getting anywhere. I looked at her with a smile and tried one last time, but didn’t move her an inch. She then pulled me in with little effort, causing me to fall into her. She then palmed the back of my head and began kissing me. Her head still taller than mine. I stood on the tips of my toes as her tongue explored my mouth. She then stood up and looked down on me.

“Thanks for dinner.”