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About the little man and the giant

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Once upon a time there lived a little man... who loved to look at the BIG sky...

In the morning, the little man went to his work to do his favorite little thing, for which he received his small salary, and was selflessly devoted to his BIG bosses..

In the evening the little man walked to his wonderful little house... Along the way, he admired the design of the passing BIG cars... He passed by BIG restaurants, in which BIG people were relaxing and BIG beautiful music was playing, every note of which resonated in him with the singing of the soul. He enthusiastically inhaled the aroma of expensive perfume as BIG beauties passed by, next to him walked BIG gentlemen, and admired these beautiful, thoroughbred BIG couples.

At home, he sat down in front of the TV and, with tears of admiration for the talent, watched the films of BIG directors and BIG actors... And the little man had long and unrequitedly loved one BIG woman, she was the most for him the best woman in the world... The little man loved this very much Big world, these BIG PEOPLE and understandingly forgave them for the fact that they did not notice his little life at all. He was sorry BIG people and was always happy to help them...

Once upon a time there was a little man...with a BIG heart...

And in this city there lived a GIANT... who also loved this city in his own way... It was so small for him that the GIANT could gently hug him and warm him with his caring and gentle breath... The giant felt his responsibility for this small city and those living in him people... He liked to do something for them, and whatever he did, it turned out like a GIANT and helped everyone live... Like most citizens of the city, he also had a job and bosses, whom he condescendingly helped. And, of course, he did his job in such a way that it brought in GIANT money. However, this was more like entertainment for him... The GIANT also admired the cute figures of women living in the city, their grace and desire for love. THE GIANT liked to protect them quietly and unnoticed... Of course, many of them wanted to be the chosen one of the GIANT himself, but his heart was already given to the only one whom he protected more than others.. Wherever she was, she felt and knew that he would protect, save , will help, support and easily give all the best in life... THE GIANT really loved his city and the world, for which he felt his GIANT responsibility...

Aunt Styopa
Mid-eighties of the last century, the beginning of perestroika, October, Sochi, Sputnik youth tourist center, International School of Physics. The participants of the school are young people who are just beginning to make their way in big science, and venerable scientists who have already left a good legacy in it. From morning to evening, young people sit in the large concert hall of Sputnik and listen to lectures and discussions by the masters. Old people, in their free time from lectures and discussions, enjoy their vacation: swim in the still warm sea, go for walks in the center of Sochi, climb Mount Akhun in small campaigns, sit in coffee shops, sip wine or cognac, leisurely discuss world problems, including including, scientific. As they say, to each his own: flowers for the young - new knowledge and contacts, berries for the old - a little well-deserved rest at state expense.
Among the school participants are three friends - young doctors of science from Almaty, Tomsk and Moscow. Young not in the sense of age, but from the standpoint of recently defending a doctoral dissertation. In fact, they are just over 40 years old, although in body and soul they are thirty. Friends are united not only by science, but also by close life interests, where forgivable human weaknesses happily coexist with noble thoughts. Weaknesses include the desire to live a full-blooded life, and noble thoughts include the desire to do good and eternal things. It is not known which had more impact - the first or the second, but all three subsequently achieved public recognition and became professors, academicians, heads of research institutes and even deputies.
The third day of school for Victor, Anatoly and Andrey, that was the name of the friends, turned out to be free: Anatoly had given his lecture the day before, and Victor and Andrey had to do this in a couple of days. It was a beautiful autumn day, the sun was shining brightly, the air was warm like summer, the golden decoration of the surrounding mountains pleased the eye, the soul wanted a holiday. And his friends arranged it for themselves, heading to the “Caucasian Aul” - a famous Sochi restaurant near Mount Akhun at that time. The feast took place on top level and by evening the friends appeared at Sputnik in a great mood. Victor and Anatoly went to their room to rest, and Andrei decided to visit a young lady whom he had met the day before and who lived in the building opposite. It so happened that Andrei mixed up the number of the room where this person lived and mistakenly knocked on another door.
- Come in! “He heard an unfamiliar female voice answer and entered the dimly lit room. There were two beds in the room, and a stranger was lying on one of them. It was difficult to determine whether it was a girl or a woman, since there was not enough light in the room. It was already dusk outside, the window was tightly curtained, and the electric lighting was not turned on.
Entering the room, Andrei asked.
- Should I close the door?
- Yes, close it. – The stranger answered.
- For the key? – Andrey asked half-jokingly, half-seriously.
- On the key.
- Should I undress?
- Take off your clothes.
- Should I lie down next to you?
- Yes, lie down! “The stranger said in a voice that allowed no objections.
Andrei quickly slipped into bed and a minute later realized that he had not climbed into his sleigh, or rather, not into his bed. The stranger turned out to be a giantess, at least 25 centimeters taller than him. When Andrei's face was at the level of the giantess's face, his legs were located just below her knees, and when their feet were at the same level, his nose fell exactly into the hollow between her breasts. Moreover, the giantess turned out to be a very strong creature. When Andrei, who had instantly sobered up, tried to get out of bed, she hugged him so tightly that he could not free himself from her embrace, despite all his efforts.
- Don't twitch! – The giantess said sternly. - Today you are mine!
After that, she resolutely began to fulfill her statement, and Andrei had no choice but to limply surrender to the powerful flow of other people's desires. The giantess took possession of him the way strong and large men take possession of fragile and petite women: fiercely and carefully. True, at times she forgot about caution, and then she turned into a fire-breathing Etna, shaken by paroxysms of passion breaking free.
Some time later, when they came to their senses after rough sex, the giantess was the first to break the silence:
- What is your name?
- Andrey.
- And I’m Stepanida, diminutive Stepena. Don't think that I'm some kind of simpleton. I don’t understand how it all turned out. Maybe we haven't had sex for a long time. Trainings, training camps, competitions. Once.
- Do you play sports? – Andrey asked with interest.
- Well, yes. I play basketball. Now at the training camp. Candidate for the USSR national team. And you are probably a scientist?
- Why did you decide so?
- Now there is some kind of scientific school in Sputnik. Two hundred bespectacled people arrived. And then, you look like an intellectual. You wear glasses and the skin on your hands is soft. It's clear that hard work you don't study. Although, as a man you are fine.
- Thank you for the compliment, Stepena. You're right, I'm a physicist.
- I have never known physicists. Most often, athletes and students came across. I'm studying construction. I will be a design engineer. In our country you won’t be satisfied with sports for a long time. 30 years will come and that’s it, the end of my career.
- This is bad, but these are the laws of big sport. – Andrey sympathized with Stepanida and for the first time tried to examine her face. It was difficult to do this without light. But still it seemed to him that Stepena had the right facial features. To be more convincing, he ran his fingers over her face and felt under them smooth skin, an open high forehead, a straight small nose, full lips and a cheeky chin.
- Looks like she's not ugly. – He thought to himself with satisfaction.
At the beginning of the ensuing conversation, Andrei did not feel entirely comfortable. Next to big Stepanida, he seemed like a forty-year-old teenager. Perhaps this was facilitated by Stepanida, who, after sex, was overwhelmed with tender, almost maternal feelings. She listened attentively to Andrei's story about himself and physics, stroked his body with her long strong fingers and every now and then exclaimed in admiration:
- What silky skin you have, Andryusha! Just like a child's!
Gradually, Andrei’s feeling of discomfort passed, and the conversation took on a completely friendly character. He was interrupted by a decisive knock on the door and a girlish exclamation:
- Stepena, open up!
My roommate, also a participant in the basketball camp, returned to the city from a walk.
- Wait a minute, I’ll get dressed and open it now. – Stepanida said to her teammate. Andrey quickly got out of bed, got dressed and decided to leave the room through the balcony. He didn’t want to meet Stepena’s neighbor. When he went out onto the balcony, Stepena told him:
- Andryusha, I want you and I to spend tomorrow evening together. I invite you to take a walk around Sochi and sit in a cafe or restaurant.
- Fine. – Andrei said and went out onto the balcony. After walking a few closed rooms, he found open door into the room in which a cheerful company was having a feast, and went out through this room into the corridor, and then into the street.
He found Victor and Anatoly in their room. They sat and drank Sauvignon.
- Where have you been? – Anatoly asked. “We can’t find you anywhere.”
Andrey talked about the incident, describing the juicy details.
- You're lying, Andrey. – Victor doubted. “I don’t believe that a member of the national basketball team would force you into bed and essentially rape you.”
- Guys, I swear, this is the absolute truth. Tomorrow I will prove it to you.
The next morning, while waiting for breakfast, the friends stood outside their building and had a smoke. At this time, a group of very tall girls in sports uniforms came out of the building opposite, with USSR written on their jackets in bright red letters. One of the girls separated from the group and resolutely headed towards Andrei and his friends. This was Stepanida. Tall and slender like the Ostankino Tower, she walked beautifully and easily, not paying attention to the curious glances of the male physicists gathered near the building. Approaching Andrey and his friends, Stepanida calmly introduced herself.
- Hello. I'm Stepanida. And you are Andrey's friends. Very nice. Andryusha, I want to remind you that tonight we are going for a walk around Sochi. I hope your friends won't mind. I won't interfere with your conversation. We meet at 19:00 near the administrative building. Ciao!
She left as beautifully as she arrived. Victor and Anatoly looked at her admiringly.
- Well, Andryukha, you’re lucky! Look what a lady he grabbed! Both height and texture! – Anatoly could not contain his delight.
- Wonderful Aunt Styopa! – Victor said sarcastically.
- Even if it’s Aunt Styopa, she’s pleasant in every way! I envy you, Andryusha. I envy and sympathize at the same time. She's very tall. Two meters tall! It will be difficult for you to deal with her.
- He doesn’t have to jump high, Tolya, but dive into the depths! He can handle it, it’s not for nothing that he goes diving. – Victor joked caustically again.
And, indeed, Andrei confidently coped with the role that Stepanida offered him. They began to meet every day, becoming more and more attached to each other. Andrey was flattered that a girl like Stepanida chose him. He enjoyed spending his free time with her, finding a lot of pleasant and interesting things in this communication. However, his rational mind restrained his feelings and did not allow them to go beyond the limit he had defined. Unlike him, Stepanida was truly carried away by her physicist and was ready to do anything to maintain their relationship further. Two days before the breakup, she told Andrey:
- You know, I want to give birth to a son from you. He will be big and smart with us.
- What if you give birth to a daughter: small and stupid. “Without thinking,” Andrey answered.
- Do you want to offend me? – Stepanida asked in a drooping voice.
- I'm sorry. It's just a joke. But seriously, I can't do this. I have a son and I don’t want to deprive him of his father. I also don't want you to raise a child who won't have a father. Come on, let's not create problems for ourselves. Let’s better preserve the good memory of our meeting for the rest of our lives. Is this not enough?
- Of course, not enough. You are like a thorn stuck in my heart and it will be difficult for me to part with you. - Stepanida answered and cried like a girl, quietly and sadly.
She never returned to this conversation. Two days later they broke up forever. Stepanida was the first to fly away with the USSR national team. The next day Andrey returned to Moscow. At home, he took out a photo album and put in it a photograph in which a cheerfully laughing Stepanida, dressed in the uniform of the USSR national team, holds her “little” Andryusha in her arms.

What do you do when your Yin overshadows your Yang, the Tao becomes so enlightened that you don’t need to turn on the chandelier, but some organic liquid yellow color hits the head under a pressure of 15 atmospheres? Personally, I start [masturbating at the portrait of Tatyana Golikova] preparing myself a gala dinner (lunch). So, in the evening, the raped Yin Yan gave a signal to the head mosk and I, with the battle cry “Wan Sun”, went to the nearest store for pork and shrimp to cook “Bao Tzu” for myself. Baozi are large and delicious steamed dumplings stuffed with onions, shrimp, pork and soy sauce. Actually, there are more than 2000 varieties of dumplings in China, I don’t know why I chose this one, it seems like the stars aligned. But I secured sex with perversions and an unforgettable evening.
Have you ever peeled shrimp with your eyes closed? Right, why? It is much more convenient to clean them with your eyes open, but not in my case. With an unoperated cataract, peeling shrimp becomes a practical application of the Indian treatise on sex in a variety of positions. I had to turn off the light in the kitchen so as not to irritate my eyes and clean in the dark. The darkness in my kitchen is scary, Aliens are hiding in the corners, a vampire is constantly peeking out from behind the refrigerator, ghosts are circling under the ceiling, in general, you won’t get bored, but everything is yours, dear. He treated the strangers to shrimp, called the vampire a pervert, and, remembering the instructions of Father Dermidont, crossed the ghosts three times and order was restored. Just yesterday, Indian temple prostitutes teased and danced around me and sang songs from Indian films. The strangers began to wag their tails to the beat, the vampire began to dance behind the refrigerator, and the ghosts began to howl. I've had enough, I thought, turned on the light and the devilish obsession disappeared. The shrimp were cleaned. Then everything was simple, I rolled up the minced meat, mixed it, stuck it on it, put it in a steamer, set the timer and went to watch a movie. The film was interesting, “The Help,” based on the novel by Kathryn Stockett, but instead of 45 minutes, I set the unfortunate time to 1 hour 45 minutes. I’m sitting here, watching a movie, dreaming of a housekeeper like her for $148 a month, and in the kitchen an enchanting mess has begun to emerge. The water boiled away, the fat from the pork and shrimp began to burn (I’ll tell you the smell), the kitchen is in smoke, visibility is 0.2 meters. The bao zi were smoked and became dark brown in color and had an inedible bitter taste.
I had to throw everything away, ventilate the kitchen and practice the Kama Sutra until nightfall, i.e. Clean the mandavarka.
We had to eat sandwiches and milk for dinner.
Was your weekend just as meaningful?

To catch up with the story about Czech words with interesting meanings:

krasny zivot (red belly) - beautiful life,
mam velkou zizn; (Mom welcome life) - I have a great thirst,
dobra vune (good vune) - good aroma,
vonavka (stink) - perfume,
pozor, policie varuje (shame, police varuje) - attention, police warn,
starost (elders) - care,
vlazna voda (wet water) - warm water,
trup letadla (letadla's corpse) - the fuselage (body) of an aircraft,
hraz (graz) - dam,
zakaz koureni (order koureni) - smoking ban,
koryto reky (Rzheka’s trough) - river bed,
nevestka (daughter-in-law) - prostitute,
pohoda (weather) - calmness (peace),
rakovina (shell) - cancer (disease),
sleva (left) - discount,
zprava (right) - news,
travit (poisons) - to carry out,

from Polish - my favorite:

uroda (freak) - beauty.

As I already said, I live in Serebryanka. (District in the hero city of Minsk, the capital of the Republic of Belarus). The only drawback in my address is the night light opposite. The only one for a good fifth or sixth of the city. The contingent is appropriate. At night. Somehow my classmates arrived from Germany and all sorts of Americas. As usual - bread and salt... by twelve o'clock it was over... Both bread and salt. I say - I'll go. For bread and salt. Fortunately, the night light is nearby (so as not to lie: about forty, fifty seconds from the entrance). That's why I wear house shoes and slippers. Regardless of the temperature outside. 90 kilograms of muscle, 182 cm tall, I’ll add - Master of Masters in combat judo (unlike sports judo, some strikes are allowed - well, there, except for the groin, throat...). The contingent is slowing me down. Three idiots. Give me money. I take off my slipper right leg- I make a move. One leaves. I'm calm - in martial arts, who knows, first you learn to control yourself! I turn around, put on my shoes and continue on my way. The second one jumps on his back. Poor thing. I was waiting for this and provoked it. He gets it from the elbow under the solar plexus, a turn of the back - he is on the ground, and from the foot, though in a slipper, but to the temple! I ask the third one: will he show me to the bus stop? It turned out - in Shabany! And this is a completely criminal area. Conducted. Why am I saying this? - Hello to EVERYONE, when I was able to serve on the Tajik-Afghan border in the early 90s. When the conflict began in Kurgan-Tyube, when only three people went on leave with weapons, when drug trafficking was stopped, especially for the GER officers. It’s not a landing party, we won’t kill many, but we will stand up for ourselves. And I also thank Serebryanka for the lack of fear of scum. Lecturer Physicist.

According to statistics, the average height of women is 162-164 cm. The famous Russian giantess Elizaveta Lisko was 2 meters 27 centimeters tall! Judging by the surviving photographs and reviews of contemporary eyewitnesses, she had normal body proportions and was considered a very pretty girl.

The tallest woman in history is the Chinese woman Tseng Jin-lian (1964 -1982). She died at the age of 17 with a height of 2.48 m. The name of 18-year-old Thai woman Malee Duangdee is also included in the Guinness Book of Records. Currently, her height is 208 centimeters, but she continues to grow. Doctors discovered she had a brain tumor at the age of nine, which causes hormonal growth in the body. She currently receives expensive injections ($3,200 every three months) to control her explosive growth.

In our country, the most famous living giant is Ulyana Semenova, a famous basketball player and Honored Master of Sports (2, 18 m). She was born in 1952 in a small Latvian town and made a lot of efforts to enter a basketball school. As they wrote in the newspapers: “Passages under the shield, where Semenova is on duty, have no chance of success. The rivals either end up under Semyonova’s hands or are driven away like annoying flies.” Semenova is by far the tallest athlete in the world.

But the tallest woman of all those born in Russia is still Ekaterina Lisko, who was born in the small town of Krasnokutsk near Novocherkassk into a family of poor burghers. This happened in 1877. At first she was a completely ordinary pretty girl. But after three years she began to grow “by leaps and bounds” and at the age of 9 she reached 2 arshins 11 vershoks (1.92 m).

Her parents were of average height, so those around him heatedly discussed her unusual appearance. But the girl continued to gain centimeters and by the age of 17 she reached 2 meters 27 centimeters. Her weight reached 8 pounds (132 kilograms). By the way, it’s not clear where these kilograms came from, because she always ate a little...

Soon misfortune came to the family - the father died, and Lysko’s situation became simply disastrous. Then the elder brother of the deceased, Mikhail Gavrilovich, decided to take a gamble - to use Elizabeth’s extraordinary external data to make money, showing her as a phenomenon (at that time various “freak shows” were becoming fashionable in Russia).

Uncle and niece went traveling around different countries. They traveled all over Russia and Europe. At first, Elizaveta lived for some time in St. Petersburg, where she was a welcome guest at all dinner parties. The girl loved theaters and was often seen at various performances. They wrote a lot about her, calling her “the miracle giant”, and “the giant maiden”, and even... “the miracle of the Lilliputians”. In Moscow, Lisa was at a reception with Prince Dolgorukov. When visiting Kyiv, Metropolitan Platon himself blessed the girl in the Kiev Pechersk Lavra and presented her with a silver icon. Lisa also did not hesitate to take part in various fairs and exhibitions.

After success in Russia, her uncle took her on a foreign tour. Elizabeth was capable of learning, and during her travels she mastered languages: she knew English and German quite well. In 1889, Lisa and her uncle visited Paris, Lyon, Bordeaux, Marseille, and then visited the cities of Great Britain: London, Liverpool and Manchester. In 1893, Elizabeth walked along the streets of Italy - Naples, Rome, Milan, then visited Zurich, Munich and Vienna.

In Rome, the maiden Lisko was granted an audience with Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich (third son of Alexander II). The Don giantess became increasingly famous in high society, and it was considered good manners to invite her as a guest to secular salons. In London, she attended an evening at the home of the Russian ambassador, Baron Staal, where she made an indelible impression on his wife, Baroness Staal. She even presented Lisa with diamond jewelry for her beauty and beauty. As a result of her foreign tour, she gained fame, became rich, and princes and barons were predicted for her husbands.

Indeed, Lisa was surprisingly good for her height, since she did not suffer from gigantism, a very characteristic disease tall people. This pathology is associated with improper functioning of the pituitary gland. In patients with gigantism, the bones are bent, cartilage tissue grows, and often the person cannot even move normally. Also, the cause of the abnormal growth could be a brain tumor, but medical observations did not reveal any pathologies in the Krasnokutsk beauty. She was examined by doctors in Leipzig and gave evidence that she was “an exceptional phenomenon in the world.” This evidence was confirmed in Berlin in 1893.

There, a forecast was made about its further development by Professor Rudolf Virchow. It was disappointing - the girl should grow another 13 vershoks (58 centimeters), that is, reach almost 3 meters! However, these predictions were not destined to come true. Lisa died under mysterious circumstances at the age of 17 somewhere abroad. It was rumored that by that time she even had a fiancé - some Russian prince. The reason for her sudden death, as well as the mystery of her gigantic growth, remained a mystery to everyone.

Author: WODNIK1979
Translation: burov
A sudden powerful flash of radiation from the computer screen reduced me to 1 cm.
I woke up lying on the couch in my 17-year-old sister's room. She wasn't here herself; usually she's still at school by this time. So I sat at her computer, as always. My name is Adam and I'm 20 years old. Now I'm standing in the middle of my sister Magda's room and looking around. My sister and I get along well, it happens, of course, that we quarrel occasionally and fool around in different ways, but we still trust each other and try to help in solving our problems. Now everything here looks completely different: the bed, desk, chair - all huge, like at home. Continuing to look around, I noticed stiletto heels standing in the corner, most likely belonging to my sister. This sight interested me so much that I decided to come closer and take a closer look at them. As I got closer, the shoes got bigger and bigger, and when I got to them, I was amazed at their size. The height of the heel did not exceed, perhaps, 10 centimeters, but to me it seemed like a huge tower. I walked around one shoe, looking at it from all sides. I walked under the sole, looked up, they were so big that an entire bus could fit in each one.
I have always liked women in such shoes, and now I have the opportunity to get to know these shoes better. I realized how heavy they were by trying my best to move one, but it didn't have the slightest effect. This upset me a little, because if this shoe is so big and heavy, then you can only imagine how much stronger my little sister is now than me. As far as I remember, just recently my mother measured her height, it turned out to be 170 cm. I thought that it would be better for me to hide somewhere until she returned, otherwise Magda might crush me without even noticing. Deciding to take cover behind desk, I quickly ran in his direction. Having reached the intended place, I sat down on the floor and began to think about what to do next. A minute later, a spiral telephone wire caught my eye, along which I could try to climb onto the tabletop. From there, I would have a better chance of getting Magda's attention and counting on help in returning to normal growth.
Without further thought, I ran to the wire and began to climb. Quite quickly I climbed to a height of 10 cm and decided to look down from there to assess how high I still had to climb. Looking down, I was struck by the realization that falling from such a height could end in death for me. The table was 90 centimeters high, so I still had a long way to go. Halfway to my destination, I heard a loud noise from behind the door and quickly realized that it was my sister Magda returning from school. I didn’t know what to do, go up further or go down - it was equally far in both directions. The sounds of my sister's steps became louder, and suddenly the door to the room opened and huge girlish legs in nylon tights, shod in red stilettos, appeared in front of me. From where I was, only her legs up to the knees were visible; the rest was blocked by the tabletop. Seeing those monstrous feet approaching, I realized that Magda was about to sit down at the computer. Sitting down in a chair, she stretched her legs under the table. This whole situation terrified me, but I continued to watch, fascinated.
After she sat down, her black miniskirt appeared before my eyes, with white panties underneath. I was so engrossed that I didn’t notice how the giant’s knee lightly touched the telephone wire on which I was sitting. This caused such a shaking that I almost fell down. Sitting just at the level of her knee, which was gently pushing the wire, I could not continue to climb, making every effort to hold on and not fall. Magda turned on some music; most likely, she moved her legs in time with it. Taking a new look at her huge hips, now more like giant trees, I noticed something that I had not noticed in my usual state, namely, that my little sister had already turned into an adult woman. This sight caused me excitement, but at the same time a feeling of anxiety, because this giantess could kill me without noticing it.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of my sister, who jerked herself and her chair towards the table, as a result of which the wire, along with me on it, ended up right between her huge thighs. Now the oscillating cord alternately struck one or the other of her thighs. She probably barely felt these touches, especially since I could hear the clatter of keys and rather loud music. I watched with alarm as her hips moved away and then came closer again. If she had squeezed them, all that would be left of me would be a wet spot. So I decided to take a risk and somehow get her attention. It was useless to shout at the top of my voice. The music was playing so loud, and my voice was no louder than the buzzing of a fly. So I decided to slap her on the thigh, but that didn't do any good either, so I started punching her as hard as I could. It was all to no avail, even the skin on her thigh didn’t sag from my blows. In addition to this, she was wearing tights, which further softened my blows. However, looking at their nylon mesh, I realized that I could easily climb them, resting my hands and feet on the small holes, as if especially for me. If for Magda these were microscopic holes, then from my point of view they looked like holes in a string bag.
I began to climb up her thigh, it was not easy for a man 1 cm tall, and besides, her leg did not stop moving. Moreover, the tights were very stretched and fit tightly to the thigh, so it was not always possible to get a good grip. Eventually I climbed to the top of her thigh and was able to continue on all fours. To my surprise, she did not pay the slightest attention to the weight of my body. This gave an idea of ​​how light I was now, plus her thigh was very elastic and muscular. As she moved her leg, I could feel the thigh muscles working. I wanted to get to the hem of her skirt, and suddenly I felt the muscles of her leg tense, after which she began to move. Realizing that she was getting up, I was very scared and grabbed her tights as hard as possible, already watching with alarm as her huge legs straightened out to their full length. Looking down, I saw how quickly the floor was moving away and quickly turned my head up.
Now I could only see what was under her skirt. White panties were heaven for me. The hem of her skirt dangled 15 centimeters above my sister’s knees and a few centimeters above my head. My fluttering skirt blocked me from my sister's view, so there was little point in screaming and trying to wave my arms. Looking down again, I noticed her leg starting to move. Fortunately, my sister began to walk rather leisurely, but even at this pace I had to make every effort to stay on her thigh, and each step she took on the parquet echoed with a loud rumble in my ears. The heels on her shoes were not as high as those on the ones that stood against the wall, but they were definitely 6 cm high. From my point of view, her legs looked very beautiful, they moved elegantly, and looking up, I noticed how nicely her butt wiggled. From here I could clearly see where exactly we were going, and I soon realized that she was heading towards the kitchen. There was a large mirror on the way there, but it looked like she didn't even glance in its direction. I, on the contrary, was able to see everything that her skirt had obscured until that moment.
I noticed that she was wearing a green blouse that was not buttoned all the way, tightly fitting her chest. Her black hair is pulled back into a bun that falls to her waist. I noticed myself in the mirror - I looked like a small bee sitting on a huge thigh. Arriving in the kitchen, Magda pulled something out of the refrigerator and began heating it in the oven. In addition, she began to cook something in a saucepan, stirring constantly. Taking advantage of the fact that she was standing motionless again, I continued my ascent. Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to grab the edge of her skirt, I decided to climb further up the inside thighs to her panties. They were lace, which meant I could hold on to them too.
Under her skirt I felt her delicate, intimate feminine scent, and besides, it was quite hot. I had spied on Magda before, but it never occurred to me that it would ever happen in this way. I loved it, but I constantly had to be careful not to fall and get caught between her thighs in a death grip. The girl began to walk again, but now I could only guess what she was doing, since it was impossible to see anything from this place. Luckily, I heard her setting the table and preparing for the meal. So when she sat down at the table and started eating, I was ready and began to calmly move forward. Now I could move on all fours, which did not require as much strength and was much faster. Having reached the lace panties, I noticed short dark hairs sticking out through the holes. She always took good care of herself, used a bunch of different hygiene products, and even at her size she was very attractive. What should you do: try to go further up to her neck or get into these panties and try to attract her attention?
I decided that I would go further up to the neck and there I would try to shout to Magda. It was faster and easier to climb up lace panties than nylon tights. At some point I heard a loud call from front door our home. Because of him, my sister suddenly jumped up from her chair and ran to open it. Due to a sharp jerk, I couldn’t stay on Magda’s panties and slid down them onto the chair. At that moment I took my breath away, because I was falling from 5 centimeters (with my height being 1 cm). Fortunately, everything worked out, probably due to the fact that the chair was upholstered. Lying on a chair, I heard my sister’s conversation with some other girl coming from the corridor. I quickly recognized the voice as Justine, my sister's friend. She is a year older than Magda and has long blond hair, almost as long as my sister's hair. I have long liked Justine, and whenever she came to see my sister, I was very kind to her.
A minute later, I saw two gigantic girlish figures walking elegantly in my direction. Justine was wearing red shoes and a green dress that hugged her body like a second skin. Her narrow waist contrasted greatly with her luxurious hips and prominent bust. I was so fascinated by the view that I completely forgot about my safety, continuing to lie in the middle of the chair. I didn't want Justine to notice me, because she might mistake me for an insect and kill me. But with no way to hide, I decided to simply remain still. Realizing that the girls intended to sit down at the table, I fell into a panic. Magda motioned for Justine to sit on the chair on which she herself had previously sat. Seeing this, I began to scream, jump and wave my arms, but these efforts were in vain, since Justine had already turned her back to me. When she started to sit down, I involuntarily closed my eyes.
Opening them after a while, I realized that I was still alive, looked around and discovered that I was between a woman’s thighs. Exhaling a sigh of relief after such a nervous experience, I began to carefully and admiringly examine Justine’s slender hips. There was a slight twilight here, caused by the fact that the top of the thighs were covered with a dress, and the light entered here only through a small gap between them. You could hear the girls drinking coffee and chatting about school and boys. I became interested in the conversation when I heard Justine telling Magda that she liked her brother. It was very pleasant to hear this, but already in next moment I realized that with my current size I had no chance. I began to think about what to do next and a minute later I decided that I needed to get out of this chair. The only way to do this was to use Justine, because otherwise there was no way for me to come down from such a height. I walked to the edge of the chair, stepping between the woman's long thighs. Looking down sent shivers down my spine - it was so high up there. The girl was wearing tights similar to those my sister wore, so I decided to go again in the tried and tested way. So I did.
About halfway down the road I was caught off guard by a sudden movement of my leg, but this time I held on tight and didn’t fall. Looking up, I saw Justine getting up and starting to walk. Again, even though she wasn't moving very fast, she had to be especially tight when her foot made contact with the floor to avoid falling down. From where I sat, I heard the metallic click of heels on the floor. Looking ahead to see where we were going, I saw a corridor and a turn to the right. The toilet door appeared in front of me, and another shiver ran down my spine. I realized that there she would be able to notice me. Filled with fear, I watched as she entered the toilet, lifted her dress up and with an energetic movement pulled down her panties in my direction. they slid down Justine's legs all the way to the floor, stopping at her ankles. Fortunately, during their movement, they did not catch me, because otherwise I would hardly have been able to hold on. From where I was, I couldn’t see anything, but I could quite clearly hear her relieve herself. This noise was as loud to me as if a waterfall suddenly began to rumble nearby. After some time, the girl’s hands picked up her panties and slowly pulled them upstairs. Looking down, I saw that this time there was not the slightest gap between her calves and panties. I immediately realized that now I definitely wouldn’t be able to stay on her leg, so I released my grip and fell into the very middle of them. Lying on my back, I saw a pussy coming towards me. I raised my gaze higher to look into her face, but it was obscured by her impressive hemispheres. I just now noticed how huge they are. Suddenly it became dark around me, little could be seen, I only felt her feminine scent. Short hairs tickled my face, causing me to sneeze involuntarily. The girl must have sensed this somehow, because her hand pushed me hard through the fabric. This resulted in my feet being buried in her slit, which was now dry. I think I tickled her by sneezing, causing a similar reaction. If so, there is something I can do. Perhaps I will be able to attract her attention, but what will happen when she finds me here?
My thoughts were interrupted by a shock caused by the fact that Justine went to the kitchen again. I could hear her heels clicking on the floor again, but now I didn't have to worry about falling. I was safe in Justine's panties, although the shock from her steps made me sway back and forth inside. It was completely dark here, but by touch I felt where I was. The fabric of her panties was as thick as canvas to me. It was very tight, causing me to bounce around like I was on a trampoline. Eventually I heard her come into the kitchen and sit down on a chair. When her butt took its place on it, I realized that I was between her buttocks, I probably slid there while she was sitting down. As I listened to Magda and Justine continue talking about school, I decided to take advantage of the stillness of her gigantic body to escape the embrace of her buttocks. I was a little uncomfortable because it felt like they could easily crush me. Eventually I moved to a safer place where I could quietly listen to their conversation.
Feeling her pubic hair, I realized that I could attach myself to one of them, and then I would not be in danger of ending up between her buttocks again. So I did, and it turned out just in time, because the girls got up from their seats. This saddened me a little, because I knew that Justine was going home, and there I would not be able to count on my sister's help. However, I did not have the opportunity to somehow prevent this. I only heard the doors of my house close, and then her steps down the steps. About five minutes later, Justine was already at home; she could be heard taking off her shoes and heading, most likely, to her room. There she lay down on the ottoman, turned on the TV and started watching some series. By this point I was already bored and decided to have a little fun. First of all, I got rid of her hair, deciding that if the girl was lying down, then I didn’t need such precautions. Then I moved higher to her lips. I was so small that she didn't even notice. She didn't react to my movements at all, so I decided to open her lips, which were now tightly compressed. I had to use all my strength for this, then I felt an intimate smell emanating from the opened gap. I realized that she was not yet aroused because her lips were relatively dry. It was impossible to see anything, but I groped my way to her clitoris and began to lick it and almost immediately realized that for such a huge woman these caresses were too insignificant.
Her clitoris was large and to awaken it, she had to come up with something else. So I grabbed it with both hands and began to squeeze it lightly, the effect was immediate. Her intimate scent intensified and it became hotter. Justine must have felt the excitement too, her legs spread wide. I heard that she was still watching the movie, but I continued my caresses, feeling aroused by her smell and the very place in which I found myself. I completely forgot myself and began to squeeze her clitoris with my palms more and more. Her breathing became deeper and faster. This turned me on even more and I started rubbing her clitoris with both palms. The voices from the TV were still audible, but now they were drowned out by Justine's loud moans. This affected me like a red rag on a bull, and I continued to rub, tug and stroke her clitoris, with even greater effort, she began to move her legs in and out. I was extremely excited by her reaction and worked my hands as hard as I could. Although I was completely naked, I felt very hot, and with my feet I began to rub her flesh between my lips. The girl, equally horny, began to arch on the bed, and her moans became even stronger. Suddenly I felt a strong pressure on my shoulders, Justine’s hand fell on my clitoris, pressing me at the same time. From the intensity of her pressure, I realized that she was approaching the brink of orgasm. Her fingers moved me down into her vagina, I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. Luckily, she continued to caress her clitoris and did not push me deep into her vagina. With my height, its depth would be 16 meters, and for me it was a real bottomless well. I grabbed one of her hairs and held on to it while she shuddered on the bed, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. Her vagina contracted around me, squeezing so hard that my bones could barely stand it. Suddenly the contractions weren't as strong, so I was able to move up a hair's length, out of her vagina. Once out, I lay on her clit when suddenly a blinding light burst into her panties and I saw Justine's huge face looking down between her colossal tits. She looked into her panties, trying to understand what made her so excited. Having discovered some kind of creature on her clitoris, she thought with disgust that it was some kind of insect. I started waving my arms, seeing it in her eyes and realizing who she took me for. Luckily, she brought her face closer to me and discovered that I was a naked tiny man.

Having finally realized who this little man was, she asked him with a smile:
- Adam, what happened to you?
He shouted back at her at the top of his lungs, but she only saw his lips moving and heard strange sounds that she could not understand. She realized that he was telling her something, but because of his size, she simply couldn’t hear him.
She didn't feel ashamed of him lying on her pussy because she had always dreamed of a relationship with him. Now she had him completely at her disposal and could do whatever she wanted with him. And she was not embarrassed that he reached the most intimate corner of her body. On the contrary, she was happy, especially since just a minute ago she had experienced a violent orgasm because of this. Seeing that he continued to move his lips, she said that there was no point in trying so hard, because she still couldn’t hear anything. Then she invited him to come closer to her ear and try to tell her everything from there.
“I don’t want to touch you with my fingers so as not to hurt you,” she said, really wanting to feel the steps of his tiny feet on her body.
Adam rose to his feet, deeply embarrassed by his nakedness, and covered his erect penis with both hands. Seeing this, she laughed and told him not to worry, because she had already seen manhood. Then he slowly removed his hands from his erect penis. She noted that he was still standing. Saying that she would now lie still and wait until he reached her ear, she lowered her head onto the pillow. Adam saw her huge face slowly disappear behind the mounds of her breasts, like the setting sun. He stood rooted to the spot, looking at the flat plain of her naked belly stretched out before him. In the distance, her huge breasts, tightly covered in a T-shirt, heaved, obscuring everything that was located further. Standing on her bosom, he saw how with every breath her chest and stomach rose and fell. The TV was still on and he noted that his sister's favorite series was currently on, so she was most likely sitting in front of the TV right now.
He carefully moved towards her head along her lower abdomen. His cool feet warmed upon contact with her warm body. Justine felt his tiny feet walking across the skin of her lower abdomen, tickling her like the feet of a fly. These sensations made her focus all her attention on where Adam was now and completely forget about the show. She felt these tickling touches reach her navel and stop. She wondered with interest why he had stopped there, unable to look over her ample bust, without moving from her spot so as not to disturb Adam. Meanwhile, Adam curiously entered her navel, which was so deep for him that he buried his head in it. A minute later he climbed out of its valley and continued on his way, feeling the surface beneath his feet rise and fall in time with her breathing. Feeling his steps again, she smiled and absorbed the sensations she was experiencing. Eventually he reached the hem of her T-shirt and began to think about where to go next. Should I climb up the fabric onto her chest or try to crawl under her T-shirt? He really wanted to try the second option, but he was afraid of Justine's reaction and the associated danger.
Justine also wondered which path Adam would choose. Realizing that she no longer felt the touch of his cold feet, she realized with some disappointment that he was moving further along the fabric of her T-shirt. Although she mentally agreed with his choice, she thought that next time she would not give him the opportunity to choose. Adam reached the steep slope that was Justine's right breast. Estimating that its height was at least 20 meters, he thought that it would be a difficult climb. Clinging to the edge of her T-shirt and slowly rising, at some point he noticed that there was no bra underneath. He felt the warmth of her body through the fabric, and it excited him. Noticing that he would soon reach the top, Justine closed her eyes and pretended that she had already fallen asleep. A couple of minutes later, Adam climbed to the top and looked around.
He saw a huge face in front of him with closed eyes. Thinking she was sleeping, he leisurely glanced down at her flat, soft belly. Then he turned his gaze to her pussy, on which he had been lying just recently. Her endlessly long legs stretched even further. from where he was now to her feet was at least 250 meters for him. Admiration for her beauty and size again sent him into a fit of excitement. He looked down at his feet and noticed that he was standing on her nipple, which was now at least half a meter high. But she was not excited now, and according to his estimates, the erect nipple should have been much higher. Standing on it, it was difficult to maintain balance during her breaths. Once he even staggered, but still managed to hold on and not roll head over heels back onto her stomach. Otherwise he would have to overcome this 20-meter climb again, for which he would hardly have the strength. Suddenly he heard sports news being broadcast on TV and decided to listen to it. Standing on Justine's nipple, he stared at the screen just as the girl, impatient with his passivity, opened her eyes slightly to understand what he was doing. When she saw him, she closed them again to let him listen to the news. The announcer was just announcing the results of football matches, and Adam heard about the victory of his favorite team. This news was so pleasant to him that he jumped for joy; his behavior aroused the girl, which is why her nipple instantly became erect. Its height increased to 3 meters, and the sudden growth threw Adam off and he rolled down her chest, to his delight ending up at the base of her neck, close enough to the giantess's ear for her to hear him.
- Justine! - he shouted.
She opened her eyes with a smile and replied that she was no longer sleeping. Sitting on her throat, he told how he became so small and how he ended up in her panties. Listening to how he climbed up her leg, how he got into her panties and how he brought her to orgasm, Justine felt a strong arousal. She admitted to him that she had been in love with him for a long time, but did not dare to admit it to him. Hearing these words, Adam wanted to kiss her on the lips. He stood up and began to climb up her neck. with some difficulty he managed to reach her chin, after which he crawled on all fours to the red lips of the giantess. She guessed what he wanted to do and did not move her head while he rose to her lips. Feeling that he had reached her lower lip, she stuck out the tip of her tongue, which he began to passionately cover with kisses and caress with his small tongue. At the end of this unusual kiss, he was completely wet, but very aroused. After all, her tongue accidentally caressed his penis. He knew that his penis was too small for her to feel and caress with her tongue intentionally. This kiss also excited her so much that she wanted to repeat it immediately. Feeling him on her lower lip, she tilted her head back a little, and the small man disappeared into her huge lips. Now she felt his presence on her tongue in her mouth. She began to roll it around in her mouth with her huge tongue. Several times she felt him clinging to her teeth where his tongue could not reach him. Finding himself in the huge dark cave of her mouth, he began to worry. Her huge tongue eventually pressed it against her teeth and began to lick gently. His penis was extremely excited and a minute later it shot out a powerful load, the taste of which the giantess did not even feel, continuing her caresses. Finally she stopped and pushed the little man out with her tongue onto her open palm. The tiny creature lay in the middle of her palm, smiling broadly at her. She noticed that his penis was no longer so hard, and with a smile she realized that he had come in her mouth. Getting out of bed, she went to the bath, not letting go of her little man.

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A Brazilian model who was forced to drop out of school because she was teased as a “giraffe” has gained incredible popularity not only in her homeland, but also abroad, having begun to pressure men for money.

The height of the resident of the South American country is 2.03 meters. She makes money by fighting and crushing people for money. Also, Cynthia, who weighs just over 90 kilograms, flies around the world meeting fans one-on-one.

“Some men want things that other women don’t do or are afraid to do, but I’m quite brave,” says Cynthia, 30. “I have a lot of clients who are willing to pay me to sit on them or wrestle with them.” ".

The woman admits that new job changed her whole life and now she is able to provide for her family.

Growing up in the countryside, Cynthia struggled with her height and never felt comfortable. At the age of 15, she dropped out of school because children constantly teased her and called her a giraffe.

“I constantly suffered from depression and never even liked myself,” says the giantess. “The meaning in my life appeared after I took up basketball, but a knee injury put an end to the big sport.”

The girl was introduced to the world of Amazon models by a stranger who approached her in a bar. Then Cynthia realized that she had finally found her calling.

Becoming one of the tallest models in the industry, she found herself inundated with orders soon after starting her career. Men are willing to pay $300 for one hour with a girl.

However, despite the rather intimate nature of the work, Cynthia insists that nothing sexual ever happens between her and her clients. She even claims to have once made $10,000 in a day by accepting financial donations from adoring fans.

"I get more orders than I can handle. This job has given me the opportunity to travel all over the world. I get most of the requests from Japan, but regular customers there are in New York and London,” the woman told Mail Online.