Peter

Hi my name is Peter. And here is a story telling what its like to raise amazons.

Once upon a time there was a man and a woman who fell in love. The man was tall, standing about 210 cm, big for human standards. The woman was tall, well, she was even taller. Standing about 278 cm (9.1 ft), she was an amazon from another realm who fell in love with a human from earth.

The first years was like paradise for them. It only got better when they got their first daughter. Three years later the woman announced she was having another girl. The family celebrated and for that year it was perfect.

But like most good things it had to come to an end.

The man had met his end in a freak accident on earth. Drunk driver lost control, hit a truck, truck hits other cars, cars exploded, chaos follows and in the end over 16 people lost their lives.

 The amazon, who loved her daughters did all she could to raise them well. But she could not stay in the human realm anymore. She had to go back to the realm of the amazons.

So the question now is how the hell did I come to raise amazons?

Well my involvement with the amazons happened two years before the man died. You see the man had a previews wife. But no I am not his son. I am the other woman's son from another man entirely. I came to live with the man's new family when my own mother died.

The man and his new wife were more than happy to have me, they were good people. And for what little time I had with them I started to feel like part of the family. But then the man died. And the woman decided to go back the the amazon realm. She offered me to come along but I decided to stay and make a life for myself on earth.

We parted on good term, and I did promise to come visit. The girls did love me. They saw me as a brother, and they always wanted a brother. And in all honesty I loved them like my sisters.

My reunion with them was not as happy as it could be. In fact it was due to another tragedy. The woman was diagnosed with an amazonian disease. When I heard, I instantly packed my bags and came to the amazon realm to help where I can.

For years I sadly watched the biggest and strongest woman I knew slowly succumb to her illness. And not long after I was in my black suit grieving the 3rd parent taken from me.

With her departure, it was now just the girls to fend for themselves. I was not going to let that happen. The man and the woman picked me up when I had no one else to care for me. I was not about to let their daughters go unguarded when they both departed the realm of the living.

So now here I am in a new world that is totally different from human's earth. I did not know what I got myself into. You see in my world men were in charge of most things, though that really did not please many people and so they did something about it. But here in the amazon realm the women were in charge and men could not do anything about it.

You see, men and women on earth had a height difference of about a couple of cm/inches (around 10 cm, I dont really know the exact number). In the amazon realm that difference was way harsher. Where a man stands at 180 cm average, the women stood 245 cm (8 ft) average. Here it was seen as comical for a man to think he was equal to a woman. The best example of the man and woman's relationship here would be like one before women liberation movement on earth. That means men were kept at home, seen as sex objects, controlled by women, not given the right to vote or any other right beside being alive.

Ok it was not as bad as it seems, definitely not like slavery. Here a man could make a name for himself, free to do many things. It just had to be allowed by their woman guardian. Sure, there were many single hubbies (what they call husbands) raising families. It was just much more simple for them to find a woman partner to take care of them.

So here I am, in a new world raising girls who were seen by many to be my future. I was suppose to raise them, and they were suppose to take care of me when they were of age. This was totally different from my previews life, but like I said, I was not about to give up on these girls.

Here is all you need to know about us:

Jane is the oldest daughter. She is tall even for an amazonian her age, just like mother. She stands at 262 cm (8.6 ft) at 16 years old and is still growing. Her eyes are grey, her hair is brown. My relationship with her started off great. But losing her mother and getting into her teen years resulted in her being a slight rebel. But none the less I still care for her, and I know she does me.

Stacy is the young one. She is tall for her age too (amazon-wise), 248 cm (8.1 ft) at age 12 and still growing. Her hair is dirty blonde. Her eyes are grey. Unlike her sister, Stacy's relationship with me maintained pretty well. She adores me, ok maybe a little too much. I was there to comfort her when her mom died and since then she comes to me for all her troubles. That's maybe why she is really attached to me.

As for me... Well I am short, even for human standards. Yup, was not related to the towering step dad so I did not get his height. I stand at 170 cm at age 24, have dark brown hair (almost black), and my eyes are light brown. I care for my "sisters". I would do anything for them. My relationship is as stated above. We are a family and despite the social difference in our two worlds they respect me more than they should. I guess they are half human after all, and of course they were raised well.


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Present day

"For the last time Jane. You cant go to that party," I said in the most authoritative voice I could muster. Despite my hand shivering.

"And why not," she replied as she crossed her arms and gave me that look most teens have when they argue with their elders.

"Because, Jane... You are still grounded from what you did to that poor girl." I huffed. I was intimidated when she gave me that look. Most teens could do nothing to their parents when they were mad or annoyed. But she towered over me, if she wanted she could put me on her lap and give me the spanking.

The only reason I had the courage to face her was because of Stacy. She was watching intently not far away, ready to jump in if Jane acted out. She was like my guardian, funny because I was legally hers until she gets of age. Of course Jane never really got violent towards me, but Stacy was not giving anything to chance. I was her little doll and she would not let anything happen to me.

"She hurt my friend," Jane stated quite sharply. "So I hurt her. Why am I punished for doing what's right."

"'What's right' in the worse case scenario is giving her a black eye. You know, 'eye for an eye'. You put her in the hospital, Jane."

"Shouldn't have messed with my friend," the towering girl mumbled as her gaze dropped to the ground. She knew she was at the wrong. No matter how mean and bad she wanted to be, she was still her mother's daughter. And inside she was a kind girl, just one with a really bad temper.

I sighed and made my way to her. I had to pull my head all the back to see her face. I straightened up a bit but even then I was still shorter than her breast. I extended my hands to hers before continuing. "Look Jane, I am so proud that you stood up for Kevin. In fact, I am happy that that that brat is in the hospital. She had it coming. But you have to know that what you did was still wrong. And I will not allow you girls to go down to that brat's level."

Jane breath deeply and accepted my hands. Her's completely dwarfed mine, engulfing it as she wrapped her fingers around it.

"You are better than her." I said as I stared into her eyes. She had her mother's eyes. They both did.

She responded by nodding meekly before heading back to her room leaving me with Stacy. And that was yet another close call dealing with Jane. So far I got lucky. But who knows, maybe one day she realise she did not have to listen to me. That she in fact had power over me in this world, and physically she also held all the cards. It was slim chance that she act out to me, but then again I have Stacy to back me up, and she was a fast growing girl.

"Pete," Stacy finally spoke up as she made her way towards me.

I smiled up at her and accepted her embraces. It must be strange seeing a man like me being handled by a young girl like her back on earth. But this was not human earth. And here girls had close relationships with the males in the family, like moms would have with their children on earth.

Stacy was always a sweet heart, a 12 year old in a body that belonged to one some years older. Even as we hugged each other I could feel her developing breasts on my face. And my arms were wrapped around hips that were filling in.

Soon she too will be a taller young woman, and I was scared about the possibility of losing my ally in the house hold. Not that Jane was my enemy or anything. I just felt safe having someone tall backing me up. With her I always felt safe.

"Hey Stacy," I stated in my comfortable position wrapped in her warm embrace.

"Yes Pete," she said as she stroked my head.

"Never grew up."

Life can be hard sometimes. And in this world were a man is seen as second class, it can be way tougher. But nonetheless I will make it work. For the girls sake.

I will raise these amazons.

Peter

It was Monday. And that meant I had to be up early, cook breakfast for the girls, get them ready, send them off and then go to work myself. A work as a secretary, ya that is my job here as a male.

"Hmmmmm," came a sound I was so familiar with.

When my other senses caught up to me, I recognized the familiar feeling of warmth. Wrapped around me was a long pair of arms, pulling me close to a large torso. On my lower side was an even longer leg, draped over my thigh and hooking itself between my lower legs and feet.

Stacy always passed by at night to cuddle with me like a teddy, despite my multiple attempts to stop her. It was cute when she was younger but now her developing body was making me uncomfortable. I mean I am human. In my world it is frowned upon for a man my age to cuddle with a girl her age. Here it was normal for the girls to cuddle with dads, but I was just not used to the idea... not yet.

And the fact that I woke up every morning with a boner as she pulled me closer to her body made me uneasy. At least this morning she had spooned me from the back instead of pulling my face and crotch towards and facing her.

With a sigh I pushed Stacy's arms off me. She grumbled a bit but gave way. If she didn't want to let me go I wouldn't be going anywhere. In response to my movement, she also withdrew her leg. I did not know how heavy it got until it was off me. She was indeed getting bigger by the day.

I rolled over the bed then got into a seated position before turning towards Stacy. She was always cute when she slept. In peace, not a worry in the world. Just sleeping and lightly snoring.

I could not help but smile just looking at her. She was just so precious, despite the fact that she towered over me. I chuckled. Who would ever thought that a small guy like me would be caring for amazons.

Like most week days, I started off with a shower, the night was warm and with a mini giant body wrapped around me all night, I worked up a sweat. After a refreshing shower it was time to make breakfast. By this time Jane would be awake, leaving me to care for Stacy in my bed.

Propping up the table, I made my way to Jane's room to make sure she was up. Sure enough she was. That left the young one.

"Stacy," I sang, shaking her roughly. My "roughly" would be gentle for her.

"Hmmmm," she grumbled again. She was a heavy sleeper.

"Its time to wake up now Stace," I said to her ear as I stroked her hair off her face.

"No," she frowned and buried her face into the pillows. I smiled.

"Come on now you oversized potato sack," I chuckled pushing her even more.

This time she responded by shooting up her arm, wrapped it around me and pulled me face first into her chest, "5 more minuted."

I tried to fight it but ended up being pulled tighter. She was awake. This was her way of being playful, "Stace. Please let me go. We have to start the day."

She ignored me.

"Stacy..."

Again, nothing.

I sighed and gave in. "Fine. 5 minutes."

Her grip loosened up as I felt air wash over my head when she sighed. It was warm in her embrace. And I felt safe. I guess that was why girls like taller guys in my world. It was nice to cuddle with someone so large. I just wished we could stay like this bit longer. But 5 minutes was all I could spare.

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"You really thought that was going to make me happy!?" Came the loud angered voice of my boss, Ms. Ava. Right now she was in a meeting, and it seemed like she did not like what she heard.

My job here in the company was like the stereotypical secretary position back on earth. I basically had to look pretty and do everything my boss wanted. It was the only work I could get in this female dominated world.

My boss had a temper and an ego. If she wanted something she got it. When she didn't, she made a hell out of things until a solution presented itself. And the thing was she always found a solution.

It was hard for a male to work here in the amazon realm. Everyday I get cat called, wooed/flirted with, eyed, and much more. But what really disturbed me was how the women seemed to think I was not capable to do much of the work assigned to me because I was a male. Like I was only here in to be the pretty face that greeted my boss's guests and get them coffee. It really puts into perspective what working females on earth went through in the older day.

So here I was with my boss's morning coffee, already late because of my 5 minutes with Stacy. Late from home, late to the coffee shop, meaning long line and me lagging behind with my boss's coffee. Plus, she was not in a forgiving mood.

"That for the boss, Pete." I almost jumped from my skin. It was a miracle the coffee did not spill. Turning around I was greeted by the sight of Nell's long legs. She was like the real secretary of Ms. Ava. Did everything for her that I was not "fit" to accomplish myself.

"Uhm... Ya," I stated with clear nerves creeping up my back.

"Wow, sucks to be you right now." Nell chuckled. "You know she likes her coffee as soon as she gets here. Its almost like she is mad because of the lack of it."

I had the same hunch. Boss really loved her coffee and settling for anything either than the one from her favorite shop was unthinkable. Yup, I was in a big mess already. I just wished she would yell at the women inside till the day was done. That way I did not have to face her.

But, of course that would not happen. And with the looks of it, the ladies were getting out.

"PETE," Ms. Ava shouted.

Her voice made my heart stop.  I looked up at Nell who gave me a good luck look as she caressed my head before taking off. Now I was alone. With shaking legs I made my way to face my boss.

Ms. Ava was a tall amazon, about 256 cm in height. She had a stern yet pretty face with fierce eyes. Her hair was raven red and she wore it in a bun that accentuated her beauty and professionalism. She was facing the window, her arms behind her back, her back straightened in a power pose and her head up high. This was the pose she made when she was going to rib someone apart.

Safe to say, I was terrified.

"Pete," came the soft voice of Ms. Ava. The calm before the storm.

"Yes, ma'am." My body just kept shaking waiting for the unexpected.

"Do you have my coffee?"

There it was. The coffee. I did not hesitate to walk over to her desk and left it as close to her as possible before walking back to my original position.

She let me wait a bit. This was her way to show she was in charge. I did not know exactly how long she just stood there, but for me it felt like eternity. But she she did turn, she gave me this look that scared me to the core. She was in a no-fuck-mood. She walked over to the coffee, brought it to her lips and took a sip.

"Its cold," she said in her soft monotone voice.

I cringed in fear. What was I suppose to say? Sorry? Give an excuse? Well she did not appreciate either of those. Quiet was the best option.

I watched as she slowly walked over to the trash and discarded the "cold" beverage. "Do you like your job, Pete?"

Not sure where this was going but I had to answer. I needed this job, it was the only job I could find. So I guess I I do like it. "Yes ma'am. I like this job very much."

"I dont think you do," she said without as much as a chance in tone or volume. "Because you have not shown me how much you appreciate it."

I heart beat harder with every word that came out of her.

"How long have you been with us, Pete?"

"A year and a half, ma'am."

"A year and a half," She turned to face me, her eyes examining my from head to toe. "You have been with us a year and a half and you still fail to comprehend that I require my coffee as soon as I get in."

I did not know what to do. Right now she was in a monotone state. It made it hard to understand what she was going to do next. And anything I might do or say could set her off and get me fired.

"Do I ask much from you, Pete.?"

"No ma'am," I said in a soft voice. Even if I did do a lot it was not the answer she was looking for.

"So I am completely baffled on how you fail to do such a simple job," Ms. Ava said with a sigh as she sat on her chair. Even then she still looked big and scary to me. "People told me not to get a male to work for me. They told me you would slow me down, that you were better off at home cooking and cleaning, waiting for your lover to come home so you can please away the stress from their day."

I heard this many times too. Either said directly in front of me or behind my back when some of my coworkers commented about males in the work place.

"Are those people wrong Pete? Did I make a mistake hiring you," she said as she leaned toward into her desk, using her elbows to support her weight.

She stared at me so hard I could not speak with a stammer, "No-o-o-o, Ma'am."

"Then why the fuck is my coffee cold," she finally raised her voice.

I stood there and quaked. She did not expect anything else from me now. I just needed to wait for her decision if I still had a job or not. The wait was long, well at least it felt like it. But I stood still none the less. She then rose from her sit, walked in front of her desk and sat down, still looking down at me with her hands crossed.

"I do not know what to do with you Pete," she sighed. "should I fire you... Should I let you stay even if you keep making mundane mistakes... Tell me Pete, what can you do for me that will make me change my mind and keep you."

"I will do anything ma'am," I did not know how those words would effect me in the future. But I had to say it to keep my job. I needed it to raise my amazon girls.

"Anything?" Ms. Ava's eye brows raised with curiosity and a hint of pleasure. Like this what what she wanted to hear from me. "I will remember that, Pete."

She then rose back up walked towards me. I watched as her size came into play. It looked like she was getting bigger. The clack of her heels made her approach more menacing. She was right in front of me, smiling. Her hand slowly made its way to my cheek, caressing it so gently it felt wrong. It was then that I remembered all those stories back on earth, where the male boss took advantage of the female workers. And here was my amazon boss, and I feared she would take advantage of me. It happened a lot to males here in the amazon realm. Why would I be an exception. But hey I needed this job, it this was what I had to go through for the girls, I would gladly do it.

"You may go."

This took me by surprise. She was not going to Have her way with me? Was I fired? I needed to know, "uhm Ms. Ava... I can go?"

"Ya," she said as she got back to work. Like nothing just happened.

"Uhm... Am I... Uhhh."

"Fired?" She said as she looked at me. "No, Pete. At least not yet. Despite my better judgement, I will keep you. I realised there are still things I need from you."

I stood there with many questions.

"You may leave now, Pete." Her words snapped me back to reality. I nodded before heading out.