Tiny on the huge dancing stage, I met the first other customer. Older guy, sitting in an old leather chair. That's right, they had shrunken down furniture to accomodate viewers.

The guy nodded to me, motioning for me to sit down.

"Evening, lad", he said. No matter the exotic place you went, the British were already there, despising it.

"What's up", I said, sitting down. The chair had clearly seen some use. There were burnt spots from where people had put out their cigarettes, and stains from spilled beverages.

"That one's your?", he asked, pointing to Boom in the distance.

I had to slide down in the chair and lean back my head to even be able to take in the whole scenery. The distance between us, right on the edge of the stage, and the dancers, could only have been a few feet. Yet to me, it looked like there was a vast wooden desert separating me from those enormous, towering beings. It definitely made me feel a bit safer to have that distance.

When the next song started playing, the illusion of safety quickly went out the window. As huge legs started swinging and high heels coming down onto the stage, I could feel every step one of the dancers took vibrate through my chair. There were 5 girls on the stage, one on each pole. Boom was on the very right, where she had just climbed the stairs. Her black platform heels would lift briefly, only to come back crashing down with enormous force, shaking the entire stage. For the first time, I realized she was wearing a golden ankle chain on her left foot. It dangled and danced with each step she took, a small pendant whirring around and slapping against her brown skin. Following the skyscrapers of her legs with my eyes, I saw she was grinding her hips against the pole, gyrating. Further up, both her hands were around the pole, pulling herself closer and then pushing away again. The whole time, she was looking at me. When she saw I was looking at her, she flashed that smile once again, before making a quick kissing motion and increasing the grinding and gyrating.

"Her name is Boom", I told my new friend, "I'm Phil, by the way."

"Pleasure", he said, shaking my hand, "John. From the States?"

"Yea", I said, not sure how well I wanted to get to know another guy in a strip club. Luckily, John didn't pursue this any further, instead pointing at another girl dancing in front of us.

"See the one with the cowboy boots?", he asked.

"The fat one?"

"If that's what you'd want to call her", John said, "she's my date for tonight. Mew."

"Mew like a cat?", I asked.

"Exactly."

Mew was directly in front of us. She wasn't dancing a lot, or at least not with great enthusiasm. She was leaning on the pole, making a few steps left and right now and then. She was indeed wearing thigh-high cowboy boots in a dirty light brown suede. The boots must've been years old. The suede was coming off in several places in the front, and the wooden sole and chunky heel had more scratches than not.

The most prominent feature of Mew was probably her big belly. Whereas Boom was a bit chubby, Mew was just plain fat. She had obviously had at least one kid, as she skin around her belly button had that weird cottage cheese quality to it. Her belly was also simply massive, hanging out in front of her in several fat rings. She wore a similar blue bikini to Boom, but the panties were almost hidden between her overhanging gut and thick thighs. She had clearly gained a lot of weight since buying this bikini, or maybe she'd just bought a size way too small.

Atop that belly sat her drooping tits. Yea, clearly a mom. Her boobs were saggy, resting on her gut like fat brown glaciers, stretch marked and threatening to spill out of her bikini cups every time she moved.

Mew's face must've been pretty once, but now she had a triple chin and the sad eyes of a girl who'd long lost all hope of escaping the gogo bars. She was looking roughly in our direction, but her eyes were glazed over and staring into space somewhere behind us.

"You want to see something?", John said, and pressed a button I hadn't noticed before. He turned around in his chair, and I did the same. Within seconds, the wrinkly face of mama-san appeared hovering above us. John motioned to Mew and yelled something about a drink. Mama-san smiled, and I noticed that she was missing several teeth. Her teeth were yellow and stained. From a lifetime of crushing organic matter into small pieces, her smile was the opposite of Boom's. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to make out with mama-san and her sloppy, ruined smile. At this size, scary as fuck, I thought. She might swallow you and not even notice! She wasn't wearing a bikini, but I'd bet her belly was just as ruined and saggy and droopy as Mew's was, if maybe not as large, under that uniform. I'd end up suffocating down there in that ruined old belly, and she'd forget about me within seconds, never even thinking to save my life.

While I was still lost in thought, mama-san returned with an enormous glass. It was filled with what appeared to be Thai whisky, which was really just really cheap whisky. I watched in amazement as mama-sans long powerful fingers set this shot glass down in front of us, maybe a dozen steps, for me, towards the dancers. Then she waved towards Mew, and shouted something in Thai.

Mew awoke from her trance immediately, and her eyes fixated on the shot glass. A sloppy tongue snaked out to lick her lips, leaving them glistening in spit. Since she'd only barely danced before, her first real step took me by surprise.

An enormous jerk jolted through the wooden stage, shaking both my chair and the towering shot glass in front of us violently. The whisky spilled from side to side, and a few drops even went over the rim. With her next step, the other cowboy boot came down, now much nearer, like thunder. I could hear the creaking as wood hit wood and the sole of her boot fought the stage in bearing her enormous weight.

Even though she was lazily strolling towards the shot glass, her long legs swung towards us surprisingly fast. Each stride must've closed hundreds of yards at my size. Staring up at the spectacle that was simply this Thai girl walking, the fat in her thighs, belly, and saggy tits danced and jiggled with each impact.

Finally, her enormous cowboy boots stood to the left and right of the shot glass. This gave me a perspective of how enormous she really was. Even the chunky, worn heels dwarfed the shot glass easily. She could've probably stepped onto it, and it would've fit under the arch of her boots. A cloud of stale lady sweat swept over me, and I almost gagged for a second. Of course, she was barefoot in these boots, and probably had been every night for years. She wasn't much of a dancer, but this was Thailand - hot and humid. Step after step, night after night, the leather insole being pummeled and subjected to the enormous force of her plump toes and thick heels.

As I had seen Boom squat directly above me before, I wasn't as surprised when Mew got down to pick up her whisky shot. I realized there must still be some distance between us, because even though her face was way above me, I could still crane my neck back and see it quite easily.

She extended a long arm, and pinched the shot glass between the tips of her thumb and index finger. With the swift, practiced action of a seasoned alcoholic, the enormous glass drum was brought to her mouth and the rim pressed against her lip. She threw her head back and flicked her wrist simultaneously, and just like that, thousands of gallons of cheap Thai whisky disappeared into her wide open throat. A tremendous gulping sound followed, and she licked her lips once again. Then, she set the empty glass back down behind us, and returned to her pole.

The song ended soon after, and Mew lazily made her way to the stairs, getting down from the stage. It seemed the girls were on a rotation. Each song, one girl would exit the stage, all the others would switch over to the next pole, and a new girl would climb up the stairs to dance at the newly empty pole.

This meant that with each song, Boom was working her way towards the center front of the stage, closing in on us. I had not paid any attention to her while Mew was getting her shot and towering over us, and apparently, she had noticed.

I was still figuring out if she was angry or just eager to get my attention back, when a shadow fell over us and I smelled that slightly stale sweat again. John and I both turned around, and it was indeed Mew. She'd approached the stage. Even though we were sitting on the stage and she was standing on the floor, her expansive bust was still towering over us. She must be leaning against the stage as she had against her pole earlier, allowing her large breasts to spill over the surface of the stage behind us.

I was glad that we weren't sitting exactly on the edge of the stage. Had we been anywhere in the way, her breasts would've easily rolled over us, either pushing us away or simply crushing us under the fat masses. Up close, the two mammaries were covered in a shiny film of sweat. Where they had come in contact with the stage and other surfaces, small pieces of lint and crumbs had become stuck to the sweat film. Likely too small for her to even notice, there was a whole collection of small items glued to her skin.

Hastily waving to me, John took his date's cue and made his way over to one of her bikini-clad teats. The small blue triangle of the bikini was cutting deep into the breast fat. As John approached, a thick brown finger pulled away the blue fabric for an instant, allowing the tiny brit to insert his body between it and Mew's massive, brown breast. Content with his position, she let the bikini snap back into place, trapping the small man helplessly against her overpowering boob. I couldn't even make out his outline against the veiny, stretch-marked flesh underneath that blue fabric. As quickly as she had appeared, Mew walked away from the stage.

Turning back, Boom had made it towards the very center, and was now dancing directly in front of me. It was quite the spectacle to see her black platform heels rise and crash back down, several times a second, so close. Each time her long, tan toes would flex and stretch, gripping the sole and pushing off the platform. Her spiky heel would come down with incredible speed, and I intuitively felt that something as pointy and massive, with such ferociousness, should easily break through the stage underneath it. But the wooden stage held.

When the song came to an end, Boom slowly made her way over to me, setting one enormous foot in front of the other, shaking her hips, until she stood directly in front of me. She motioned for me to get back, and I stood up from the chair and made a few steps towards the edge of the stage.

The black platform in front of me soared up into the sky, and for a second, it hovered above the chairs John and I had been sitting in. Her foot was now so close that I couldn't see past it to see her face, all I saw were the bottom of this worn high-heeled shoe and the dainty, slender brown foot in it, her toes slightly overhanging at the front like brown boulders.

Within an instant, that well-worn shoe came crashing down, reducing the chairs to splinters and sending me on my ass from the impact. She repeated the stomp a couple of times, then dragged her foot back, grinding what was left of the furniture into saw meal and torn leather rags. The golden chain on her ankle jumped each time, and I now saw the pendant in more detail. It was a tiny cage, and in it sat a miniscule skeleton.