“Admit it. My costume is genius.” Kristen walked down the open road with her best friend on her shoulder, streetlights illuminating the Halloween decorations covering the store fronts. Midburg, a rural Gulliverran town in the American Heartland, caught in the crossroads between Somewheresville and Importantopolis, only had one Brobdingnagian resident in its paltry population. Lucky for her, the wide roads and sparse pedestrians made getting around a breeze, even for a woman with feet the length of a king-size mattress.
“Genius is pushing it. Clever? Maybe. I think ‘witty’ best describes it, if you’re being generous.” Moira sat perched on her Brobby friend’s shoulder, her legs dangling past the collar bone as she took in the autumn atmosphere. Sitting high above the one to three story buildings surrounding them gave her a scenic view of the town, much of it dark as shops closed to celebrate the haunted holiday.
“Come on, Moira. I’m the fifty-foot woman, and I’m literally a fifty-foot woman. It’s a perfect match!” Kristen wore naught but a pair of white linen sheets wrapped around her chest and crotch. Her bare feet stomped across the asphalt, the infrastructure designed to absorb the impact and lessen the tremors a Brob’s stride naturally produced. She curled her hair to match the style of the 1950s, and she put on makeup accurate to what Allison Hayes wore on set way back when.
“I get it. You’re the main character from Attack of the 50ft Woman. Ha ha. You realize that movie is seventy years old, right? No one at this party has seen it. Hell, most of them, us included, weren’t even alive for the remake.”
The Gulliveran wore a coat over her sexy cat costume. The fur bikini did not provide enough cover from the elements, especially when seated so high up in the air. But the constant nipping at her skin was a worthy sacrifice for how goddamn good she looked. Kristen, on the other hand, needed no coat. Her giant physiology gave her a natural resistance to the cold, her exposed skin free of goosebumps.
“It’s a cult classic. Everyone has seen the poster at least, and that’s enough to recognize me.” Kristen shook her head, her curls slapping her friend as they swung by. “It’s way more inspired than that dollar store getup.”
“Kristi, I don’t care about Halloween. I’m attending this party to ogle hot guys in revealing costumes and find one to take home with me. Given what you’re wearing, or what you aren’t, I assumed we were on the same page.”
“I’m offended you think I’m as shallow as you.” Kristen laughed, Moira feeling it rise through her tush. “If I find a guy there, sweet. He better have an appreciation for the classics. But costume parties are so much fun! I can’t wait to wow the crowd with my genius.”
******
“So, you’re, um, a cave woman on her wedding day?”
“Oh, is that it? I thought she was a stripper ghost.”
“No, I got it. You’re Marylin Monroe suffering from a wardrobe malfunction.”
“For Christsakes, I’m Nancy Archer!” Kristen stood amongst the crowd in the outdoor parking lot venue, costumed partygoers reaching up to the base of her shins. A DJ blasted trance and club music for the many ghosts and ghouls to dance to, plastic eyes and ears floated in punch served out of glass jack-o-lantern bowls, and outdoor heaters kept the scantily-clad college age crowd warm.
“Who?” People gathered around the one Brobdingnagian in attendance, especially men hoping to get a peek up that torn curtain of a skirt. Moira, sitting at a table nearby, simply rolled her eyes and smirked, sending an I told you so telepathically to her bestie.
“Nancy Archer. You know, the poster girl of Attack of the 50ft Woman? Come on, people, look at me. I’m literally fifty-feet tall.”
“Oh, that black and white film?” A werewolf asked. “Wasn’t that movie panned for being offensive to Brobs?”
“Yeah, I heard of that,” the bride of Frankenstein concurred. “It played into harmful stereotypes of Brobs as rampaging monsters, and they casted a Gulli as the giant woman. Talk about tasteless.”
Kristen clenched her teeth, her blood pressure spiking. “It is not offensive to Brobs! It is a cult classic film! First off, Nancy isn’t Brobdingnagian. She’s a human from a same-size world who grows to Brob size. Second, Brobs were rarely cast in Gulli films back in those days. Their meal plans alone ballooned budgets, and their costumes were difficult for Gullis to make and apply. Third, that ‘stereotype’ is a Gulliverran fever dream. We have never rampaged in a smaller race’s city. There are Brobs living on Lilliput for Pete’s sake.”
Curious about the commotion, another group of partiers approached the giantess. “Woah! Sick stripper ghost costume, lady.”
“Gyah!” Kristen stormed off to join her friend, kicking the Gulliverran sized stool aside to sit directly on the ground. “Now, I want to rampage. Maybe then they’ll recognize my costume.”
“Hey, the guys like it at least.” Moira tried hiding her smirk, but the glare Kristen shot her was too funny. “Here, I got you some punch.”
Moira had grabbed an entire punch bowl and placed it on Kristen’s side of the table. The Brob pinched it between her fingers, the bowl smaller than a shot glass for her, and tossed its contents into her mouth, swallowing it all in one gulp, fake body parts included.
“This sucks. I put so much work into getting this costume just right, and no one even notices.” Kristen pouted and looked over the whole party, jealous of everyone having a ball without her.
“Perhaps a little dancing would do you good? Take your mind off these idiots?” Moira was ready to shake her thang. Sitting in the shadow of the town’s only giantess kept too many eyes off of her, and she needed to show this shindig who ought to be the center of attention.
“I’m not in the mood. I’m so pissed off, I’d probably just trample everyone.”
“Hey, that’d fit your character pretty well.” Two men approached the girl’s table, one of them calling up to the fifty-foot woman towering so far above him. The other looked up in the opposite direction, facing the Gulliverran who still loomed over him on the bar stool.
The pair of Lilliputians stood only six inches tall, reaching up past Moira’s ankle and spanning the length of Kristen’s pinky toe. The two women leaned closer towards the ground to better hear the tiny fellows.
“You know who I am?” Kristen asked.
“I know you’re dressed as Nancy Archer, but I haven’t yet had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.” The two costumed men held their arms out as Moira wrapped her fingers around them, lifting them like dolls onto their table. “Specifically, you’re the 1958 original. Not the 1993 remake portrayed by Daryl Hannah.”
“Yes! Oh my God! You got it!” The Lilliputians could feel Kristen’s excitement, her jittering movements shaking the table they stood on. “Of course, someone dressed as the Incredible Shrinking Man would know their classic movies.”
The Lilli’s eyes bulged behind his glasses. “Thank you! Finally, someone who understands my genius.” He had decked himself out in a white tank top tucked into grey khakis, and fashioned his hair to match Grant Williams’ in the film. The most impressive part of his costume was that it was entirely monochrome, the man having painted his skin grey and dyed his hair so that he appeared in greyscale. “The glasses threw everyone off; contacts irritate my eyes. People kept calling me a nerdy ghost.”
“They thought I was a stripper ghost!” Kristen beamed down at the minuscule man, her spirits lifted on this dreary night.
“I told you, man, the glasses ain’t the issue,” the Lilli’s friend said before turning his attention to Moira. “This guy’s surprised no one recognizes the lead character of a movie from 1957.”
“Tell me about it.” Moira leaned on her elbow and combed her hand through her vibrant hair, checking out the hunk standing before her. He dressed himself up as a pirate, wearing a bandana on his head, an eyepatch, and a vest with no shirt underneath, accentuating his rippling abs and pecks. “Name’s Moira. Mind sharing yours?”
“Tyrell. I like your costume.” Tyrell appreciated Moira’s furry bikini, specifically all the curves it left on display.
“I don’t. Cats are my mortal enemy.” The monotone Lilli stuck his hands in the air, pleading for mercy from the big evil pussycat. Moira cocked her head, confused.
“The Incredible Shrinking Man almost got eaten by a cat in the movie, so you're making poor Scott here nervous,” Kristen explained, giggling at the Lilliputian.
“The guy dressed as him doesn’t care for cats much himself, but your friend here seems nice.” He stuck a hand out to the Brob. “You can call me Alex, by the way. Less of a mouthful but just as incredible.”
“Kristen.” She pinched his hand between her thumb and forefinger, shaking it ever so gently. “You’re seriously afraid of cats? Those little fluffballs?”
“To you, they don’t seem that scary. I’m sure your closet has dust bunnies larger than ‘em. But to me? Well, cats have a nasty habit of mistaking us for mice.”
“Is that a problem? Mreow!” Moira pawed at Tyrell, the handsome pirate playing along.
“Not one bit,” he said, narrowly dodging her claws.
“I really dig your costume,” Kristen told Alex, the pair leaving their friends to themselves. “That’s so clever. A Lilliputian as the Incredible Shrinking Man.”
“Almost as clever as a Brob dressing as the fifty-foot woman. You really outdid yourself. That hair looks spot on!”
“It took an hour to curl it like this.” Kristen bobbed the do with her palm, blushing at his compliment.
“I believe it. You look like you stepped right off the screen.” Alex sat down on an overturned dipping sauce cup someone left on the table.
“I could say the same for you. The body paint is such a nice touch. I wish I had thought of that.”
“You’d need a lot more paint, but you look great as is.”
The two chatted about the intricacies of their costumes and the films they were based on for an hour, the party around them disappearing from their periphery. Even their friends vanished from their mind’s eye, Moira playing with Tyrell between her boobs as the two grew more intimate. Time flew by in each other’s company, their conversation never lulling.
“Listen up, party people! It’s time to announce the winners of tonight’s costume contest!” The music died down as the MC took over at the DJ’s console. “We got eight categories to get through, so let’s kick things off with a bang.” He played a fart soundbite into the microphone. “The worst costume of the night goes to – drumroll please – oh boy! Looks like it’s a tie, folks! Give a round of applause to the stripper ghost and her ghastly nerd!”
Everyone clapped for Kristen and Alex to celebrate their win, returning the two’s attention to the party at large. An hour ago, such humiliation would have ruined their night, but their costumes had since played their role, leading them each to someone special in this crowd of uncultured troglodytes.
“Say, you want to get out of here?” Kristen asked, laying her hand flat at the edge of the table.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Alex hopped onto her palm, his light feet not even sinking into her soft skin. Kristen stood up, careful to keep her hand flat and rise slowly. She was familiar with handling Gullies, their bodies able to withstand her usual range of motions, but the Lilliputian seemed so much more delicate. She curled her fingers halfway, worried a slight breeze might take him from her.
“Hey, Moira. We’re heading out. Are you gonna be okay getting a ride home?”
“Girl, I know exactly what I’m riding tonight.” Only Tyrell’s legs were visible, his upper half lost in Moira’s bikini cup. “I’ll be fine, Kristi. Go have fun with your invisible man.”
“Shrinking.”
“Whatever.” Moira waved her giant friend off, knowing they’d each have a lot to discuss the next day.
Kristen distanced herself from the crowded party and returned to the open streets, happy she no longer had to pay as much attention to where she stepped. The cool autumn air hit Alex harder than it her, his tiny body unused to such heights, but the gentle heat radiating from the woman’s palm kept him comfortable.
“Know anywhere in town you’d like to hang? I can’t really fit in most buildings, so I don’t come down here as often as I’d like.”
“There is one spot,” Alex said, rubbing his chin. “I go there whenever I need a break from it all. It’s not exactly meant for Brobs, but given who you’re dressed as, I think you’ll fit right in.”
“Okay, color me intrigued.” Kristen followed the directions Alex fed her, the Lilli navigating her from the palm of her hand. He’d never seen the roofs of so many buildings before. Looking out over the city reminded him of browsing Google Earth and imagining how the giants saw the world.
After a brisk jaunt, Kristen crossing Midburg in a hundredth of the time it’d take Alex, the big Brob reached the outskirts of the city, a Lillipution development spread out before her. “What’s this place? I thought the Lilliputians in town lived in apartments.”
“We do. This is Borrower Springs.” Alex spread his arm out gesturing to the rows of identical houses forming the miniature suburb. Each one was the size of a baseball from Kristen’s perspective, not even big enough for a Gulli to fit inside. “It was supposed to be a gated community for Lilliputians. A place to retire or start a family. But a contract dispute and mismanaged funds led the company building to halt construction. They abandoned the project before finishing the interiors; each one of these houses is an empty shell. This place has been sitting here collecting dust for years now.”
“You come here often?” Kristen stepped inside, one foot taking up the entire street, the other someone’s front yard. She was no longer just the fifty-foot woman in relation to the dinky suburb below.
“When I want some quiet, yeah. I find the place calming. It’s kinda surreal, this hollow neighborhood. Ya feel?”
“I think I get what you mean.” Kristen glanced around the empty suburb and gave herself a once over, remembering the costume she wore. “But something tells me you didn’t bring me out here to catch some peace of mind.”
Alex scratched the back of his neck, his true intentions deduced. “I mean, what’s the fifty-foot woman without a city to attack?”
“And who is the incredible shrinking man if he’s not fleeing from some gigantic horror?” Kristen asked, biting her lower lip.
“So, you’ll do it?” Alex’s eyes lit up, his beady little pupils beaming up at the giant woman.
“Roleplay a movie scene from the 50s in costume by destroying an abandoned housing development? This has to be illegal.”
“Oh, it definitely is. But who’s gonna miss this place?”
“And I doubt the cops here have handcuffs that’d fit me.” Kristen looked out across the valley, the town dark and its residents preoccupied with the holiday. “You’re right. No harm, no foul.”
She set him down on the ground, her ginormous toes rolling in anticipation. Alex took a second to break his gaze from them, his eyes wandering up the giantess’ figure. With the wind blowing, he could see her underwear beneath the low cut sheet, but he did his darndest not to stare.
“Let’s play a game,” Kristen said, bending down to place her hands on her knees. “Hide and seek. You take cover in one of these houses, and a disgruntled housewife the size of a skyscraper will hunt you down until she finds you.”
“Do I get a prize for winning?”
Kristen rubbed her thighs together, a lascivious glint flashing in her eye. “The longer it takes me to find you, the hornier I’m gonna get.”
“Roger that!”
Kristen waved and turned around, covering her eyes with her hands. “Sixty … fifty-nine … fifty-eight …”
Alex got distracted looking up at that looming backside, but by “fifty-one” he was swerving around patios and hopping over fences, searching for the perfect house to hide in. He wanted one far enough to keep the game interesting, but not so far that it dragged the search on for too long. Most importantly, he needed a great view of the action.
“... three … two … one!” Kristen spun on her heel and stuck her arms out, striking a pose not unlike the poster she based her costume off of. She scanned each house laid out before her, the puny dwellings at her mercy in her search for her unfaithful husband. “Where are you, Harry? I’ve already dealt with that floozy from the bar. Come out! I just want to talk.”
Kristen stomped forward, the miniature houses trembling from the impact. They hadn’t been properly built to withstand the seismic activity of a Brobdingnagian’s gate, the construction never reaching that stage. Kristen smacked her foot down in a random front yard, soaking in the power she held.
“Are you in there, hubby? If so, you better get out here before it’s too late.” She rested her foot along the roof’s ridge, the structure shaking under what little of her weight she applied. “I’m serious. I’ll crush you if you don’t come out.” The lack of a response told her Alex was in another building, meaning this one was free to do with as she pleased.
Without even exerting herself, Kristen lowered her foot, decimating the house underneath it. She ground her ball into the splintered remains, wooden beams the length of twigs jutting out from between her toes. The shingles left black marks on her sole as she reduced them to dust, bits of drywall sticking to her sweaty feet.
After punctuating her wanton act of property damage with an evil laugh, she lifted her foot above her knee and checked the underside, admiring her handiwork. No sign of Alex or whatever would remain of him, thankfully, so the rampaging colossus continued her search.
“What about in here?” One street over, Kristen reached down and plucked a house from its foundation, the walls tearing off the ground floor. “Harry? Hellooooo?” She peeked through the windows, but found no one inside. “Worthless tripe.” Clenching her fingers, she crushed the house in her hand like a pop can, rubble crumbling from her grip.
Kristen tossed the remnants of that house aside and continued searching, waltzing through streets and rending yards beneath her bare feet. Alex watched attentively from the house he hid in, enamored by the Brob’s show of force.
Reaching Alex’s street, Kristen lowered herself to the ground, lying flat on her belly and peeking through windows. “I’m gonna find you. It’s only a matter of time.” The house in her sights was clearly vacant, so she slammed her fist down on top of it, flattening it like a pancake, bits of wood splintering off and bouncing off her impenetrable skin. Alex couldn’t see that one. With how Kristen was laying, her mountainous thigh took up his entire view of the outside.
“Hmmm. You’re pretty good at this game,” she mumbled under her breath. Kristen stood up and took another look around, and then she spotted her prize: a pair of beady eyes gaping up at her from the other side of the glass. Pretending she didn’t notice him, Kristen strolled over in his direction, planting both feet on either side of his hideout, filling up the front and back yard. “Wherever could he be?”
Fuck. Wish this place had a sunroof, Alex thought, smashing his face into the glass as he tried peeking up.
“All this walking around sure is tiring. Let me just take a quick breather.” Kristen’s ass fell with the force of a meteor, demolishing the neighboring building under her full moon. The quake she produced knocked Alex to the ground, the whole house shaking around him. He worried it might collapse on him without Kristen even trying. But before it could, a set of fingers crashed through the walls.
Fallen drywall caked the tiny man as Kristen tore the roof off the building, her smiling visage taking its place among the stars. “Found you!” She seized the coughing Lilliputian, pinning him between her thumb and forefinger, and dangled him over the ruined bungalow. Once Alex cleared the dust from his eyes, Kristen treated him to a hell of a show, smashing the entire row of houses between her closing legs. “No more places to hide.”
The smack of her thighs nearly deafened the man, and the pressure her fingertips exerted on him squeezed the air out of his lungs. Despite that, or maybe because of that, Kristen felt a small yet firm object prodding her thumb. “Better keep your pants on, big guy. Can’t be showing that on the silver screen.”
“Nancy! Put me down this instant!” Alex yelled, ignoring his budding enthusiasm to remain in character.
“You want me to let go? That can be arranged.” Kristen hooked her free hand into her waistband and tugged open her makeshift skirt, her snatch waiting below him like a starving animal, drooling and all.
“I’m sorry, you expect me to have sex with you?”
Kristen started back, his response filling her with doubt. She assumed this was where the night was headed, that he wanted the same thing she did. But mixed-size sex came with risks, especially between those at the opposite ends of the size spectrum, so it was fair if he had reservations about–
“What do you expect me to do – buy a wetsuit and flashlight?” Alex asked with a snarky grin, quoting a line from the movie.
The fear in Kristen’s heart faded, her lust taking the reins once more. She really found the perfect catch. “Sorry, dear, but if you get lost or drown, I don’t really care. Chances are, you ain’t coming back from this one.”
Kristen dropped the Lilliputian into her panties and sealed them shut behind him, trapping Alex in the soft, damp fabric. She snuck a hand under her skirt and pressed into her underwear, pinning him to her vulva. The labial lips enveloped him from either side, leaking the Brob’s fluids onto his costume and smearing the grey paint off his skin. The stench of her arousal fogged the tiny man’s glasses, blinding him as he entered the alien world. At the behest of Kristen’s rubbing, Alex dove inside her, the dank cavern spacious for the incredibly diminutive man.
Pink, fleshy walls pulsated all around him, sticky secretions globbing up his hair. The tunnel was as dark as it was tepid, the humidity a stark contrast to the cool autumn night. Vibrations echoed around him, followed by a deep, guttural noise. Kristen’s moaning reverberated throughout her body, the source of her pleasure rising from her sex.
Fireworks lighting off in her loins, Kristen collapsed onto her back, crushing the suburbs caught in her wake. She massaged her clit while focusing on the little man inside her, his spindly limbs and flailing movements delivering incomparable euphoria unto her. Her whole body jerked as she arched her back, her spasming shaking the entire housing development. The buildings nearest her, those she hadn’t flattened on the way there, shook apart, their structural integrity ruined by her gargantuan ass pounding the dirt.
Alex travelled deeper and deeper, his body at the mercy of the woman consuming him. Tumbling about in the darkness, he had no specific destination to point his lust, but a tentpole formed in his slacks nonetheless. The flesh grew tighter around him, constricting his movements and alerting him to his partner’s increasing satisfaction, making him harder in turn.
After a few minutes going at it, Alex lost in a humanoid typhoon and Kristen lost in bliss, the two climaxed, staining their undergarments in gallons of cum, Alex’s not entirely his own. Kristen laid flat against the earth and sighed, the tension fleeing from her body. Alex slowly seeped out of her love canal, reaching the exit where his giant lover fished him out.
The Incredible Shrinking Man was no more, the body paint washed clean off his skin and replaced with Kristen’s ejaculate. Once he caught his breath, the Lillipution wiped the viscous layer of gunk off his glasses and grinned up at the woman who held him in her palm.
“Sorry I ruined your costume,” Kristen said, amused by the mess she made of the little man. His hair stood every which way, stuck in place by her femcum, and his clothing was drenched through.
“Don’t be. I got more than my money’s worth from it.”
“Want to go back to my place? Get out of this cold?” She assumed it was cold by the way he shivvered. The heat left the fluids coating him, the late October air nipping at his sodden form.
“That depends. You don’t own a cat, do you?”
Kristen tilted her head back and laughed. “No, but I do have some nasty dust bunnies in my closet.” She brought her hand to her lips and kissed him, the endless vermillion enveloping his whole body. The Lilliputian reciprocated her affection, and afterwards pried himself off when she finally pulled away, his body sticking to her skin. “Come on, let’s get out of- Oh, shit.”
Red and blue lights flashed in the distance, illuminating the night sky. The sounds of Kristen’s moaning and the tremors she produced did not go unnoticed, attracting bad company on this All Hallow’s Eve. “We gotta bounce.”
Giggling to themselves like naughty schoolgirls, the unlikely duo bolted out of the abandoned development, Alex riding in the Brobdingnagian's palm. They’d escape into the valley, and book it to Kristen’s place.
“When we get there, wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure. Have one in mind?”
“A couple, actually.”