Talk Show

by slmngrndy

     It all started with the talk show.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I’m Jane Dante, and this is The Daily View.” 

     That’s how we met.

“We have a very special episode for you today. In today’s segment Opposites, we’re going to introduce you to two very different people. One is the tallest person on the planet. The other is the smallest. How big is big, and how small is small? We’ll find out today as we meet these two amazing people.”

     She starts by giving the crowd a few teasers.

“Before we meet our guests, I want to show you something.”

     She walks over to a table covered with a sheet. With a dramatic flair, she whips the sheet off and reveals three shoes of greatly different sizes.

“Our guests were each kind enough to loan me one of their shoes. As you can see, the shoe belonging to the smallest person easily fits in the palm of my hand.”

     She holds up the small brown shoe. It looks like a baby’s shoe in her hand.

“This shoe was custom made for our guest. It is 3¾” long. It doesn’t have a regular size, but it’s the same size as an infant’s size 2 shoe.”

     She picks to the black one.

“This is my shoe. As our regular viewers already know, I’m 6’2” and where a lady’s size 12½ shoe. That makes my foot about 11 inches long. I don’t need to tell you that I have difficulty finding shoes that fit. On the other hand…”

     She puts down the brown and black shoes and turns to the red one.

“The shoe belonging to the tallest person is much harder to come by. It is 2’9” long to accommodate the 2-and-a-half foot that fits inside it. Because it is also custom made, it doesn’t have a regular size, but if it did it would be a size 69½.”

     She picks up the red shoe. She doesn’t show it, but she strains slightly to lift it. She sets the shoe on the floor, then places the brown shoe a few inches to its left and puts her own foot in between them.

“Wow. Can we get an overhead shot of this? As you can see ladies and gentlemen, the shoe belonging to the smallest human comes up to about the start of my foot’s arch while my shoe comes up to the start of the tallest person’s arch.”

     She steps into the red shoe with both of her feet. She switches between standing heel to heel and toe to heel, much to the delight of the audience.

“Amazing. Well, I don’t think I’ll be complaining about finding shoes anytime soon.”

     The audience laughs. She steps out of the shoe and places it and the brown one back on the table, then walks over to talking area and sits down.

“I think it’s about time we meet our guests. We’ll start by meeting the smallest person. He’s a 32 year old physicist coming to us from Boston, MA. Let’s give a warm welcome to Dr. John Bantam.”

     The curtain opens, and an aide motions me forward. I start to walk out onto the set. It’s a ten foot trip, but it takes me over a minute to complete. It’s nothing I’m not used to. I walk up to Jane. Even sitting, she towers over me. I know what’s coming because we went over it in rehearsal. She slowly stands up. To me, she seems to rise to the size of a tree. The top of head doesn’t even reach her knee. She reaches down to shake my hand, bending at the waist. Her hand complete engulfs mine. I’m not sure if she’s aware that she’s giving me an extraordinary view of her cleavage, but I think she must be since her studio gave me a small camera attached to microphone so the audience could see things from my point of view.

“Hello Dr. Bantam. Welcome to The Daily View.”

“Thanks Jane. You can call me John.”

“Alright John. Let’s take a seat and have a chat.”

     She sits in her armchair and gestures for me to sit on the couch. It’s a standard couch. I’m just barely able to see over the seat. Sticking my feet underneath the cushions, I’m able to climb up onto the couch. I sit on the very edge, letting my feet dangle off it. I make a conscious effort not to swing my feet. I don’t want to humiliate myself. When I’m situated, she starts with the questions.

“So John, I think my first question has to be how tall are you?”

“I’m eighteen inches tall, or one foot, six inches.”

“Eighteen inches? That’s incredible. Just so we have a reference, eighteen inches is slightly smaller than the average newborn human. Yet, you do not look like your typical little person. You look like, and I don’t mean this as an insult, like a doll of a normal man.”

     She says it’s not an insult, and maybe she’s sincere. I try not to be too touchy about these things, but people tend to be insensitive when they’re dealing with someone that differs from what they think of as “normal” and it’s difficult at times not to be offended. I shrug off her comments though.

“I get that a lot. The fact is, I wasn’t always this small.”

     She feigns surprise, even though she already knows what I will say.

“Oh? So how big were you before?”

“I was 6’5” before, so in a strictly technical sense I am taller than you Jane.”

     I didn’t really want to say that, but the show’s producers thought it would amuse the audience. Judging by the laughter, they weren’t wrong.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying so John, but that’s kind of hard to believe given your current size. Perhaps you could tell us how you came to be as you are?”

“Certainly. As you mentioned in my introduction, I’m a physicist. My area of expertise is Archer energy.”

     I pause. I know she’s about to interrupt me.

“For those of us who don’t know, what is Archer energy?”

“Archer energy is one of the five fundamental forces of the universe. It is an energy that, for lack of a better phrase, makes things grow and shrink. It was only in the last decade that we’ve become aware of this energy. For the longest time, we believed that there were only four fundamental forces: gravity, electromagnetism, strong nuclear force, and weak nuclear force. However, nine years ago a zoologist by the name of Nancy Archer stumbled upon an island inhabited by plants and animals both far larger and smaller than their mainland counterparts. She hypothesized that they were being affected by an unknown energy source that was allowing them to grow to tremendous sizes. Several samples were taken from the island, and indeed they were all saturated with a heretofore undiscovered form of energy. Since then, other pockets of this energy have been discovered around the world. We still don’t have a great understanding of how this energy works, but we do know a few things. First, it seems to only affect organic matter. Second, the more complex the organism is the less it seems affected by Archer energy.”

     I pause again, anticipating the question.

“What do you mean by complex?”

“In nature, plants and animals can be organized by how complex their anatomy is. Single cell organisms, like bacteria, are very simple organisms. They have a nucleus and maybe a few organs for processing nutrients. Humans, however, are very complex creatures. We have bones and muscles and cartilage and all sorts of things that make up our bodies. So, if you were to expose both a germ and a human to the same amounts of Archer energy, the germ would grow or shrink a great deal more than the human would because it’s easier for the energy to permeate throughout the germ than it is the human.”

     She nods her head.

“So, how does all this relate to your current size?”

“Well as I said, I specialize in Archer energy. One day, I was conducting an experiment to see if Archer energy could be used to change the size of inorganic matter. I built a machine that would focus high doses of Archer energy into a narrow beam. I hypothesized that a concentrated beam would allow the energy to infuse the inorganic matter with enough energy to cause a change in size.”

     I pause, not because she’s going to interrupt me, but because the images of that day are still scarred in my mind. After a moment, I continue.

“There was an accident. The machine overloaded. I was able to get the rest of my team out of the way, but I wasn’t so fortunate. I was hit with 5 billion joules of Archer energy, the equivalent to a bolt of lightning. I was knocked out by the blast. When I awoke, I was roughly ¼ my original size.”

“Incredible. And how long have you been this size?”

“For the past two years.”

“And have you tried to restore yourself to your original height?”

     She asks the question as if I’d chosen to be this size. I wonder at the sense of some people.

“Initially, yes I did try, but I’ve given up on it. Perhaps because of the concentration of the beam that I was hit with, I’ve become immune to Archer energy. I can’t shrink anymore, but I can’t grow anymore either. For all intents and purposes, this is my permanent size.” 

     She gives me a look that says she understands by pain…as if she really could.

“So tell me, what is it like for you, having to live at your size? How does it make you feel?”

     I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Even knowing it beforehand, it’s hard not to gag at the heavy-handedness of the question.

“I just try to live my life as normally as I can. I won’t deny that it has been difficult adjusting to my situation, but I’ve managed. I think I miss driving the most, but I’m able to buy most everything I need online and have it delivered, so I don’t have to worry about that. And I haven’t been alone throughout this. I have a dedicated team of assistants that help me run my research lab.”

     This time, she throws a question at me that wasn’t rehearsed.

“And is there anyone special in your life that has helped you through this?”

     I pause, and for a moment I consider shrugging off the question. But something compels me to answer truthfully. Maybe it’s the studio lights, or maybe it’s leftover anger, either way, I tell her.

“I did have a girlfriend before the accident. Her name was Joanna. We’d been together for three years when it happened. At first, she seemed alright with it, and I think she tried to be. But in the end, it was too hard for her to deal with what had happened to me, and she left. I haven’t seen her since, and I haven’t been with anyone else. There isn’t exactly a line of women forming to be with a guy they can knee in the head when they bend over.”

     There’s more than a few sighs from the audience. I try not to let their pity get to me, but I hate being pitied. Jane reaches over and puts her hand on my leg. It’s meant as a comforting gesture. In my mind though, all I can think about is that she could probably wrap her hand all the way around by thigh if she wanted to.

“Thank you for sharing your story with us John.”

     She turns to the camera and the audience. 

“When we come back, we’ll meet the tallest person in the world, so stay tuned because you won’t want to miss this.”

     The show goes to commercial. Our mikes mute, and a pair of assistants come out and start retouching Jane’s makeup. When they finish, they scurry back off the set. I try to look as relaxed as I can, but it’s difficult. Jane only talked about the tallest person in the rehearsal, so I don’t know how big this guy will be, but I’ve learned in the past two years that it’s usually the biggest guys who like to get handsy with me. I think it’s something to do with showing their dominance. I just hope this guy will be different. It’s humiliating being handled like a doll. When the commercial ends, the cameraman signals we’re back on the air, and Jane goes right on with the show.

“Welcome back. We’ve just been talking with Dr. John Bantam, the smallest living human in the world. Now, we’re going to introduce you to the largest person in the world. Coming to us from sunny Los Angeles, CA, she’s a 21 year old college student majoring in political science. Let’s give a warm welcome to Asami Takenaga.”

     The curtain opens again, and Ms. Takenaga enters. My mind reels. I’d been expecting the tallest person to be a man. It had never occurred to me that they would be a woman. Nor was I expecting them to be so big. I knew they’d seem massive compared to me, but as the massive Ms. Takenaga crosses the distance to the couch with two steps, I am nearly overwhelmed by her sheer size. She rises above me like a skyscraper. Her incredibly long, well-muscled legs stretch the pink spandex of her pants to their limits. Each is thicker than the length of my entire body at their thinnest point. Her strong but feminine arms hang loosely at her sides. Soaring high above me, her fairly large breasts seem to defy gravity as they sit perkily on her chest, straining against the light pink crop top that tries to contain them. Hoping she doesn’t notice me staring at her chest, my eyes quickly dart up to her face. She is more pretty than beautiful, with her teardrop shaped face, smallish nose, light brown eyes, and shoulder length black hair. Then again, it could just be the size difference that’s throwing me off.

     Jane once again stands up to shake hands. From my vantage point, it’s difficult to see how the tall woman compares to the giantess, but I can see in the monitor that the top of our hostess’s head falls almost a foot below the crotch of the young Japanese woman. She reaches up to her, and her hand is swallowed hole by the giantess’s. After she greets the giantess, Jane invites her to sit down on the couch and takes her seat. The giantess looks down at the couch and sees me for the first time. Our eyes lock, and out of instinct I try to remain as still as possible. She smiles down at me and slowly lowers herself onto the couch. For a moment, I feel a wave of panic as her massive ass slowly descends toward me, but she quickly adjusts her path and sits next to me. The couch groans under her weight, and I rise several inches as her side lowers. When she’s situated, she takes up almost all the couch, with just a tiny corner left for me to sit in. She keeps her knees together so I remain in the camera’s sightline. Not that it matters. No one is looking at me with her sitting next to me. Jane starts firing off her questions.

“So Asami, exactly how tall are you?”

     I can’t see her directly because I’m looking straight ahead, but I can see in the monitor that Asami smiles. It’s clear that she enjoys answering this question.

“I am 13’10” as of last month, though that may not be true anymore.”

     She pauses, and Jane pounces on it. Clearly, her interview has been as rehearsed as mine.

“What do you mean it may not be true anymore? Don’t tell me you are still growing?”

     There’s that smile again.

“As a matter of fact, I am. And according to my doctors, I could continue to grow until I’m almost thirty. They can’t even predict what my final height will be.”

     There are several gasps and oh’s from the audience. I suppress the urge to gulp. The unknown limits of her growth boggle my mind. Jane continues the interview.

“Even sitting here seeing you, I’m having trouble believing how big you are. Tell me, how did you come to be like this? Has it been a gradual thing, or was it something that happened all at once?”

“No, this body is something that has come to me over the course of my life. I’ve always been bigger than average, which is strange because both my parents are really short. In fact, I was born two months prematurely because I was so large that my mother couldn’t physically carry me inside her anymore. I was taller than her by age five, and I was taller than my father by age six. I’ve never had big growth spurts. I’ve just grown continuously since day one, though it did seem to speed up for a while when I reached puberty. By the time I graduated high school, I was eighteen and 12’1”. By then, the growth had slowed down again, but it continued nonetheless.”

     Asami pauses and Jane continues.

“But I can imagine that all that growing has led to some unfortunate side effects. Have you had any health issues because of your size?”

     Asami shakes her head.

“None at all. I know I should be in constant pain from my body always growing, but I’m not. And I know that other people that have grown to my size…well, maybe not to my size, but those who have grown beyond what humans normally do. I know they often have medical problems like poor circulation, brittle bones, sore joints and the like, but I don’t have any of those things. In fact, I’d say that I’m in perfect health, and I’m probably the strongest person there is.” 

     Asami flexes her arms and her biceps bulge out. As she tells her story, I think about the odds of someone could grow continuously over several years and have no apparent health problems. It doesn’t seem likely…not without some outside influence. Jane continues with the interview. 

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want to cross you when you’re in a bad mood.”

     Asami smiles sweetly, though I think I see a mischievousness in the monitor.

“So what’s it like to be so tall and strong, having to live at your size? How does it make you feel?”

     Asami cocks her head as if the answer is obvious, which it clearly is.

“I absolutely love it. I love the attention my size brings me, and I love to compare myself with people. You wouldn’t believe how many people want to stop and take pictures with me or of me. Some people even ask for my autograph. And…”

     She stands up, flexing her arms once again.

“I never have to be afraid like smaller women do because no one wants to mess with a woman over twice their size.”

     She then gives her most innocent pose, putting her hands behind her back and sliding her left foot behind her right leg. She gives her sweet smile again.

“Not that I would hurt anyone…much.”
     The audience laughs and claps. I smile and applaud to, though my eyes travel up to look at the giantess’s backside. My eyes widen. Now that I’m not worried it will crush me, I can appreciate its grandeur. I’ve always been a leg and ass man, and even if I were normal sized this girl would have those in spades. At my size, they are far larger than I could ever hope for. I can feel my erection starting to strain against my pants, and for the first time since the accident, I’m glad that I’m too small for anyone to take notice of me. Showing off an erection to a national audience isn’t something that I care to do. After the audience calms down and Asami takes her seat, Jane starts again.

“So you’re large and in charge, but where does that leave you romantically? Is there a special someone in your life?"

     Maybe they’d rehearsed it, or maybe Asami had seen my part of the segment. Either way, the question doesn’t faze her.

“Sadly, there isn’t. Most guys, no matter how much they say they like tall girls, can’t handle being with one as big as me. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but none of them lasted very long and nothing serious ever developed. Most of them just wanted to do some kinky stuff in the bedroom, and there’s only so much of that you can take without developing a deeper bond before you have to call it quits.”

“Thank you for sharing your story with us Asami. When we come back, I’m going to have some fun with the tallest and the smallest people in the world, so stay tuned.”

     We go to commercial again, but Jane’s words ring in my ears. I wonder what she means by “have some fun”. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me it’s going to be unpleasant for me. As I sit there running through all the possible scenarios I’m about to go through, I hear a quiet voice from above me. 

“Dr. Bantam, I just wanted to say what a big fan of your work I am.”

     I look up. Asami isn’t looming over me or even moving at all. She sits as still as a statue, only her lips betraying any movement. It almost seems like she’s shy around me. I don’t know what to think.

“Uh, thank you. Not a lot of people are familiar with my work.”

     I see a tinge of pink appear in the face so high above me. She’s blushing, and I can’t imagine why.

“I heard about it from a friend of mine who’s a physics major. When he told me about what Archer energy is and does, I started looking into it myself, and I started to wonder if maybe that’s how I grew so much. I was wondering if…”

     She bites her lip, and her cheeks get redder. I can’t believe it. This girl doesn’t seem anything like the one who was flexing before the cameras a few moments ago. I urge her to continue.

“Yes, what were you wondering?”

     She hesitates before she answers.

“I was wondering if maybe after the show you’d be able to tell me more about Archer energy and your work? Maybe…over dinner?”

     Of all the things she could have asked me, I don’t expect that one. Never in my life, especially after the accident, did I think that a giant girl would ask me out. I was so thrown by the question, my answer came out as a partial cough.

“Absolutely…Ahem, I mean yes I would be available to discuss any questions you might have.”

     She giggles lightly. It’s so sweet and innocent. It’s hard to imagine it comes from such a large frame. She smiles and winks at me as the camera gives us the cue that we are about to start rolling again. She whispers out of the corner of her mouth.

“Showtime. Time to put on the peppy girl mask again.”

     She looks at Jane at the show resumes. I do as well. When the camera comes in for a close-up, Jane starts talking.

“Welcome back. We’ve been talking with Dr. John Bantam, the smallest person in the world, and with Asami Takenaga, the tallest person in the world. Now that you two have seen each other, let’s hear your reactions. What are you feeling at the moment? Let’s start with you John.”

     I look up at Asami. She smiles down at me, all traces of shyness gone. Whatever her other talents, she’s a damn good actress.

“I feel very small.”

     The audience laughs, so do Jane and Asami. I laugh too. Asami reaches down and puts her hand behind by back. Her fingers feel like soft logs stacked behind me, and I can see in the monitors that her hand is larger than I am sitting down.

“Well, I feel like a real giantess.”

     She slowly wraps her fingers around me and gently lifts me up towards her face. If it hadn’t been for our conversation during the break, I would be terrified. As it is, I find the ride rather pleasant. Asami decides to go with the “giant” gag.

“Fe…fi…fo…fum.”

     The audience laughs. Jane chuckles but looks worried. This isn’t something we’d rehearsed, and she’s probably worried at how I’ll take it.

“Alright Asami, put John down now.”

     Asami smiles and gives a light kiss on the top of my head. Her lips feel big enough to cover the whole thing.

“Of course. After all, I’m a friendly giantess.”

     The audience laughs, and Asami sets me down. As she lets go, I start to miss the feel of her fingers on my back. It’s the first time I don’t mind getting picked up by someone. Jane tries to bring the attention back to her.

     “Well now that we’re all acquainted, I thought it would be fun to do some comparisons. Before the show started, I asked the audience for some volunteers to come down her to meet our guests and compare with them. Asami, since you enjoy them, how about you take the first one?”

     Asami nods and stands up and the five volunteers walk down the steps of the auditorium and form a line. There are three men and two women. The men practically drool over Asami and don’t hide the fact they’re staring at her ass and tits. It doesn’t seem to bother her though. With Jane on her right and a volunteer on her left, she compares herself to them. She spreads her legs apart and lets the shorter people walk through the gap. Most don’t even have to duck their heads to do it. She kneels down and lets them feel her biceps. She even demonstrates her strength by picking up a particularly heavy guy who’d started reaching up to grab her ass and lifting him over her head with no more effort than lifting up a basketball. The audience laughs at the hefty fellow’s plight, and when he’s released he’s pale and sweating. Apparently, he’s afraid of heights.

     I put on a brave face during my portion of the comparing. The men aren’t as enthusiastic about comparing with me, but the two women enjoy it. Neither is very tall…relatively speaking, so they enjoy being able to tower over someone who isn’t a child. One of them, an older woman, asks if she can pick me up. I’m not particularly keen on the idea, but I want to seem like a good sport, so I say yes. She picks me up like she would a toddler and comments on how light I am. She then hands me off to the other woman. I hide my indignity at being passed around like a baby as best as I can. Apparently, Jane sees my discomfort and ends the audience participation portion of the show.

“Alight, wasn’t that fun? Now, let’s end the show with some comparisons between our two special guests. John…Asami…would you oblige us?”

     Asami looks down at me and lifts her eyebrow to see if I’m willing. I nod in agreement, and we begin comparing ourselves to each other…and with Jane more than once. Standing next to Asami, I feel positively miniscule. Her ankle is level with my waist, and her calves look like boulders to me. Jane then has us compare shoes and feet. I find I can easily fit inside Asami’s shoe with room to spare. Given a blanket and a pillow, I could use it for a bed. Asami can fit my shoe on the tip of her pinky toe. She wiggles back in forth to the delight of the audience. We end with me standing in Asami’s palm and taking and elevator ride up to her shoulder. She keeps her hand up so I have something to keep me steady. To me, it feels like I’m standing on the edge of a very high cliff, but I’m not worried. Something about Asami makes me feel calm.

     After the show ends, Asami and I have that dinner. We talk for hours, long after the food is eaten and gone. I tell her all about Archer energy and my work, and she soaks it all in. She’s a very bright young woman. Then the conversation goes beyond that, and we start talking about ourselves. We talk for so long the wait staff has to ask us to leave so they can close the restaurant. We walk back to our hotel. Or rather, Asami walks, and I ride in her arms, my head resting against the pleasant softness of her breasts. The sex we have can only be described as different and utterly amazing. There is nothing like exploring the giant form of a willing giantess, to use your entire arm to pleasure her slick clit and to be rewarded with a full body titty fuck.

     Asami and I become an item soon after. Despite our differences in size, we find that we have a lot in common, and after a few months of dating we decide to get married. Her parents aren’t thrilled with it at first. They don’t believe someone my size is a suitable match for their daughter, but Asami makes it clear that she will marry me with or without their blessing. In the end, they concede, acknowledging that any many would seem small next to their daughter. We decide to wait until Asami finishes college, getting married an hour after she receives her diploma. Since she’s grown to 14’5” by now and is still growing, she opts not to buy a wedding dress. I don’t mind in the least. She looks beautiful no matter what she’s wearing.

     Asami moves to Boston with me. I continue my work, and she gets into politics. When she’s 25, she runs for Congresswoman of our district and wins. She’s a good candidate and has solid ideas of how to fix the government. It also doesn’t hurt that at 15’0”, her opponent looks like a child compared to her. When she’s thirty, she runs for the Senate and wins again. Her growth has really slowed down, but she’s still rising, standing 15’7” when she’s sworn in. When she’s 36, she runs for President, but she loses the first time. The people aren’t yet ready for a woman president, but when she’s 40, she runs again and wins. At the swearing in ceremony, she makes for a striking figure in her form hugging blue suit. She’s finally stopped growing, reaching a staggering height of 16’4”. You can’t really see me in any of the shots, but I’m there in the front row, applauding her as she takes her oath of office. When she’s sworn in, I join her on the stage, and we’re joined by our daughter Korra, who just recently turned eighteen. I never thought it possible, but Asami is finally overshadowed…literally. Through my research, I found that Archer energy could be passed genetically, and with the double dosage she got from us, it’s no surprise that our daughter is 22’9” and shows no signs of stopping. She looks just like her mother did when I first met her…only taller (and with larger breasts, much to my dismay; no father wants his daughter to have large breasts). When she walks out on stage, she gives Asami a big hug, bending slightly so her mother’s face wouldn’t be smashed into her breasts (again, why did she have to have such large breasts?). Asami then picks me up and gives me a kiss. So does Korra. As we smile and wave to the cameras, I’ve never felt so proud of my wife, but I wonder how long the renovations of the White House will take? Hopefully not too long, because I’m looking forward to moving in and making sweet love to the most powerful woman in the world.