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Dockyard of the Giant Girls by Paul Bunyan

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DOCKYARD OF THE GIANT GIRLS

By Paul Bunyan

 

(Note: This is the third story in a series that began with "Island of the Giant Women" and continued in "Planet of the Giant Women" although the tone of this story is much different from the previous two).

 

Missy, Debra Jo and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. I guess it was a somewhat unusual friendship in that they were both a couple of years older than I was and I was a guy while they were girls. But we were growing up in a small lakeside town in the Midwest, a fishing village so small that it didn't even have it's own school. We were sent to school in another, nearby town. During the summer, when I wasn't helping my father with the family business of building and repairing boats, I spent my time swimming or hanging out on the docks. It so happened that the dock where my father's houseboat was docked was also the one where Missy and Debra Jo's parents docked their houseboat. They were sisters and I was effectively their neighbor.

 

Missy was a tall, slim girl with a lean but tanned and firm figure. She was willowy with long brown hair and brown eyes. Debra Jo was more curvaceous with long blond hair and blue eyes. During the summer, it was not uncommon for the two of them to lay towels out on the dock and lay tanning. To my youthful mind, they were the two most beautiful girls in the world but I was so young and naïve that I didn't even understand yet why I was attracted to them. Occasionally, one of them would ask me to put suntan lotion on her back and they would smile at one another knowingly when I would jump to comply and stumble all over myself to please them. Again, I was at the age when I was just discovering such feelings. Mind you, it wasn't as if they did things like that all the time. These were just occasional incidences. We really became the best of friends. Still, I would feel a strange heaviness in my chest and sadness when they would start talking about someone they were dating or a new boyfriend. Likewise, I would feel elation as if a weight had been lifted off my chest when one of them, particularly Missy, would mention that she had broken up with a boyfriend or that she hadn't cared much for a guy she had just dated.

 

One of the most unintentionally erotic episodes that ever happened with them in the old days started in total innocence and was just a joke to them. I was standing at the edge of the dock, looking out at the beauty of the water. Always the playful one, Missy snuck up behind me and pushed me off the dock. I went into the water and came up sputtering. I laughed that I was going to get her and started climbing up the dock. I had gotten my hands on the top of the dock and had started to pull myself up when two feet appeared in front of my face. I looked up into Missy's smiling face.

 

"Happy landings!" she laughed.

 

She put her bare foot right on my face and gently pushed. As precariously balanced as I was, I went tumbling back into the water. All I could think about, even as I was falling, were the love and the erotic jolt that had just struck me. Looking up to see her towering above me like that, seeing her exquisite beauty looking up at it from her feet and also knowing that she had me helplessly in her power had done something indescribable to me.

 

I climbed back up, my fingers grabbing the top of the dock, when Debra Jo suddenly appeared above me.

 

"Well! Well!" she laughed. "Looks like a fishy is trying to climb out of the water!"

 

She grabbed the fingers of my left hand and pried them loose, one at a time. She counted, "One little piggy! Two little piggies!" and so on as she did so. Then she did the same to my right hand. Of course, I grabbed ahold again with my left hand while she was doing it. So she just stood up and stepped onto my hands with her sandaled feet. She didn't really press down enough to do any damage but her weight still hurt.

 

"Trying to be stubborn, are we, little fishy?" she smiled.

 

I looked up at her majestic figure, towering above me. The most incredible feelings were going through me. Then Debra Jo stepped off of my fingers. She stomped playfully on the dock right next to my fingers, giggling. I got the message. She could stomp on my fingers if she wanted to. She wasn't really going to do it and we both knew it, but she might be willing to keep me here all day. I might be willing to stay all day too, but my arms weren't cooperating. They were exhausted. I fell back into the water.

 

 

Missy and Debra Jo kept me in the water all day. By the time they finally let me back onto the dock, I was so exhausted that they had to help me climb. As I lay there gasping for breath, Missy said, "See you tomorrow, little fishy!"

 

As they went into their houseboat, I saw them smiling at each other knowingly. They both realized the obvious and so did I. I could have ended it any time I really wanted to just by swimming along the dock to the shore and walking out of the water- had I really wanted to! I had willingly stayed and let them keep pushing me off the dock, stepping playfully on my hands, putting their feet in my face and just generally groveling and letting them control me. Anything they wanted to do, I allowed just for the privilege of being in that strange position where I was at their feet, staring up at their majestic figures towering above me! I am not sure where it might have gone eventually, if anywhere, had not earth-shattering events not occurred the next day! It was the very next day that Dr. Carol Heisler and her companions introduced to the world the formula that allowed women to grow to twice their normal height!

 

Being from such a small town in a rural region of the country, it was several days before the formula reached us. Missy, Debra Jo and I set in their parents' houseboat watching television. We saw events that were taking place in Washington, D.C. and in other major cities. After watching a scene that had taken place outside the White House, we shut the television off and stepped out onto the dock. It was strange to be immersed in a tableau unfolding in the Nation's capitol and in other huge cities one moment and then be sitting out on the dock, in a small town of a few hundred people surrounded by woods, the next moment. But that is the magic of television and it is part of the reason that small towns, in the pre- mass communications sense, really don't exist anymore. Even in a fishing village of a few hundred people in a quiet, rural part of the country, we've walked the streets of New York and seen the highways of Los Angeles. I've been there in person in the years since these events unfolded and, personally, I'd rather just see them on television than have to really be there.

 

"Do you think it's for real?" Debra Jo asked.

 

"I don't know!" Missy said. "If it is for real, is it a good thing? According to what the scientists are saying, twice the height equals eight times the weight and, although the physicists disagree with her, this Dr. Heisler says that it also equals eight times the strength! Would you want us to tower over you like that, Dave?"

 

"Oh, god, yes!" I blurted.

 

Then, realizing what I had just said, I stuttered, "I mean, it would be, uh, interesting, you know?"

 

"Oh, we know, don't we, Debra Jo?" Missy laughed.

 

"Yes!" Debra Jo mocked. "Why don't you jump into the water for us, Davey? I don't think there's really any need to push you!"

 

I knew my ears were turning red but I couldn't help it. I really think that, if one of them had said, "Go jump in the lake!" and really meant it seriously, I would have done it. Seeing the emotional turmoil I was going through, the adolescent urges warring within me, Missy quite intentionally changed the subject to spare my feelings from the little teasing that Debra Jo was giving me. She moved the conversation back into a serious discussion of what was happening and the ramifications. In the years since then, many of you have read her famous letter and undoubtedly know what some of her concerns were.

 

A few days later, we were sitting on the dock when the most incredible sight any of us had ever seen greeted our eyes. Several women had driven a few hundred miles to distribute the formula in the small town in our isolated area. They stepped out of their cars and immediately grew to twice their normal height. Some dispensed the formula while others made sure everyone that wanted it was allowed to reach those distributing it.

 

"Well," Missy said. "I understand that you only have to take it once and the effects are permanent. We can grow anytime we want. It takes about an hour for the formula to first take effect."

 

"Well, the time has come," Debra Jo said. "Let's go do it! Want to come with us, Davey?"

 

"Yes!" I said as though hypnotized.

 

I walked along dumbly, following their lead. I stared up in awed fascination at the towering women as Missy and Debra Jo took their injections.

 

 

An hour later, we were back on the dock when Missy said, "I think it's happening!"

She took a few steps back and started growing. The back of her bikini top snapped. The bottoms stretched for a while and then also snapped. Slowly, she was growing. Her proportions stayed the same but what a difference size makes. As the slogan says, 'Size does matter!' Missy was always willowy and she was still willowy but she was growing now to almost twelve feet of willowy. If you are a man that appreciates a woman with long, shapely legs, then pray you never see anything like this if you have a heart condition because you wouldn't survive it! Granted, I don't think anyone else could ever see anything like this because there is no one as beautiful as Missy. I know that's just my opinion and it is certainly not unbiased because I love her. Her legs were already the most slim, wonderful legs ever possessed by any creature that ever did or will exist in this world. Growing just made the best even better! Love and respect prevent me from giving a description of her appearance beyond that. To describe her here might seem shallow and lewd and what I was feeling, though it included erotic desire, was anything but shallow or lewd. What I was feeling was love and reverence and awe! Any man that has ever truly felt love for a woman knows exactly what I am talking about. If you've never felt this way, you have my sympathy but I sure as hell don't want to know you!

 

When Missy finished growing, the top of my head barely reached her hip.

"My turn," Debra Jo laughed.

 

She was starting to grow. I was aware of it, but I couldn't- wouldn't- take my eyes off of Missy. Debra Jo pulled her own top off and handed it to me, saying, "Hold this for me, would you, babe?"

 

I held out my hand and let her put it into my hand without ever taking my eyes from Missy. Understand something here, Debra Jo was an absolutely beautiful girl and she became an exquisitely stunning woman! She is close to me second only to Missy to this day. To be honest, most men find her even more attractive than Missy and I most certainly will not insult her by denying her breathtaking beauty. But I never even looked at her. Okay, I couldn't help but see her as she was right on the dock with me but my heart was with Missy. Both of them were well aware of my condition.

 

"Well, what do you think?" Missy said.

 

"Words can't describe it!" I stammered.

 

Tears literally ran down my face at the sight of the one I loved beyond comprehension. On an overwhelming impulse, I took Missy's hand, which was at about the level of my face, and kissed the palm, trying to express all of my love and devotion with this act. She took me under the arms and easily lifted me to her face. When she kissed me on the lips, all the pain I ever felt was gone- just gone! There were no worries, no regrets, no sorrows! There was only the kiss! It was my entire world!

 

Many years have passed since then. Missy has become one of the leading political scientists leading our new world along a better path. But when I look up at her towering figure, when I lie with her in bed at night, when we kiss or hug or make love, I feel that same timeless feeling of oneness that I felt that first day! Some say that each kiss is as the first and it's true because each kiss carries me back to that first kiss! They are all the same kiss, beyond the limits of time and distance. No matter how old we get, when we kiss, I am still that awestruck boy flooded with feelings that defy description and, to me, Missy is that willowy girl of loving eyes and caring smile who gave an unworthy boy a reward beyond anything he deserved on a dock in a small town in the Midwest so long ago.

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