By Zotster

Alexandra stepped through the door and surveyed the interior of her new home. Alison followed her, and each began exploring a different side of the spacious living room. Alexandra jogged up the stairs and looked through the bedrooms on the second floor, while Alison poked her head into the downstairs kitchen, den and bathroom.

The house seemed to have no more space than a decent-sized apartment, but when Alexandra came downstairs to meet her identical twin sister, both young women had smiles on their faces. They walked over to a small mezzanine balcony just above waist level in their new living room and sat on a pair of nearby chairs.

"This place is fantastic!" Alison exclaimed, peering at the tiny, uniformed men on the balcony. "You guys did a great job!"

"Yeah, you guys did a wonderful job on this house," Alexandra chimed in. "I never imagined we’d have a place like this to ourselves!"

Colonel Max Jenkins grinned back up at the two giantesses. "Glad you like it," he said. "My men have been working on it for months. It’s about time you two had a chance to lead a normal life. You should find everything you need here, and my men and I will stop by on a regular basis to bring supplies and take care of anything else you might want.

"We’ll leave you to get settled in now, ladies," the colonel continued, giving the women a proper military salute. "Welcome to Maple Street!"

Xavier made himself comfortable on the couch and glanced up at the Atlas twins. "Um, pardon me for asking, but which one of you is which again?"

"I’m Alison," the blonde on the left said, turning to nod at her sister. "And that’s Alex."

Alexandra smiled at him. With the women sitting, their faces were just above the level of the balcony. "It’s nice to meet you, Xavier," she said. "The people from town have been somewhat shy about coming to visit us so far."

Xavier smiled back at her, feeling a tingle of excitement at her warm smile, gazing at her beautiful features. Both twins had exceptionally shapely bodies, highlighted by long, wavy blonde hair, bold blue eyes, perky noses and pouty lips. He found it hard to believe any man wouldn’t want to visit these women, even if they were big enough to swallow him whole.

But he was here on business, he reminded himself, picking up his pen and reporter’s notebook.

"So from what I understand, you two have been living on a secret military base for your whole lives?"

"Yes," Alexandra began to explain. "We were the result of what was called the Atlas project, which is obviously what we took our last name from. The project was started during the late ’60s, in the middle of the Cold War. The idea was to breed a race of genetically engineered giants to serve as a special civilian task force to help provide humanitarian aid in emergencies. Unfortunately, the project turned out to be a total disaster."

"The giant children were genetically engineered, then placed in an artificial womb to develop," Alison continued. "Most never survived until the birth process, and almost all of those who did died within a few weeks. We are the only two giants to survive past our first birthday.

"Shortly after we were born, the project was declared ‘economically unfeasible,’ and was shut down. They had planned to destroy us while we were infants, but Colonel Jenkins, who had been in charge of security at the project, went to the Pentagon and insisted we could prove to be a valuable military asset in the future. He saved us, and has raised us as his own children, even though we obviously weren’t."

"You mentioned you were genetically engineered. What accounts for your size?" Xavier asked.

"That part of the project is still classified, and to tell the truth, we don’t even know ourselves," Alexandra explained. "But I can tell you that in addition to the obvious size difference, there are other differences in our physiology.

"For instance, our vocal cords have been genetically modified to create a higher-pitched voice than we would otherwise have. Also, our eardrums have been modified so that we have a range of hearing about the same as you have. If it weren’t for those modifications, we wouldn’t be able to speak to each other like this.

"We have also been modified at the sub-atomic level by another process which is still classified. This is difficult to explain, but the atoms in our bodies have an average of 25 times less mass than yours. That gives us the same mobility we would have if we were your size. If that hadn’t been done to us, we would literally be too heavy to move! As it is, each of us weighs approximately 37 tons."

Xavier’s stomach turned a little at that last statement. He knew these women were big, but damn! 37 tons! He couldn’t quite get his mind to comprehend the sheer power that each of the women must possess in their beautiful bodies.

"Don’t worry, we’re friendly!" Alison said with a playful wink, putting Xavier’s mind at ease.

"Sorry," he said, "it’s just hard sometimes to believe you two are real! What brings you to our small town, anyway?"

"We just want a chance to lead a normal life, just like everyone else," Alison said with a shrug. "We’re going to continue to do special projects for the military, you know, hauling around broken tanks and submarines and stuff, but we just wanted a home of our own to come back to at the end of the day. We want to make some friends. That’s why we had that balcony you’re on built. We want people to feel comfortable coming to visit us."

"By the way, any time you want to stop by for a few drinks, I’d love to see you again. Maybe we can have a nice, private conversation between ourselves," Alexandra said with a smile.

Xavier blushed at the unexpected invitation. "Uh, sure. That would be great," he stammered.

"Relax, we don’t bite," Alexandra winked.

Xavier found himself laughing at that, the tension broken. "You can count on it," he said.

TWO WEEKS LATER - Ben Perkins tipped his cap over his eyes as he gazed up at "The Hill," as the locals called it. The gentle, 100-foot high slope that rose up from Maple Street was forestland not long before, but now the skyline was dominated by the new Atlas home.

Ben spat tobacco juice at the ground in front of him as he watched the two giant women doing yard work, both dressed in white shorts and cutoff T-shirts.

"They’re a menace, I tell you!" exclaimed Bill Hanson as he waved his arms around in front of Ben’s face. "Those women are genetically-engineered killers, I tell you! Why else would the military try to create a race of giants? And now they’re taking over our town! I tell you, as soon as we get in their way, we’re goners!"

Ben glanced at his friend and shrugged. "Now Wild Bill, I don’t like the idea of having them women here any more than you do. But they hardly seem like the killer type. From what I hear, they’re mighty friendly."

"Now Ben, that’s just your dick talking," Jack Pergosi said, patting him on the back and laughing. "You know what kind of menace they could be. I mean, look at them - they’re 140 feet tall! I read in the paper that they each weigh more than 37 tons. Imagine what they could do if someone pissed them off, or even if they just got PMS or something! Who could stop them from destroying the whole town?"

Then Ben started laughing too. "Yeah, well what if Wild Bill here got pissed off? Ever see the armory he has in his basement?"

"Hey, hey there. I have a right to protect my own," Bill interjected. "And right now, my own is feeling a bit threatened by those monsters on the hill."

"Come in," Xavier heard Alexandra ‘s melodious voice through the speaker by the door.

He opened the door and began the long climb up the steps leading to the balcony. Above, he could already see Alexandra’s face glancing down at him. Her hair was very prettily arranged, tied up in a bun but with a few curls dangling down around her cheeks. She had a pair of hoop earrings on, complemented by just enough makeup to highlight her fine features. Xavier absently wondered where two giant women got stuff like makeup, hair braids and hoop earrings; but then Alexandra smiled at him and he suddenly couldn’t remember what he had been thinking of.

"Hi, Alex," he said, reaching the top. He held up a bouquet of flowers for her, and she reached down a single finger toward him. "Are those for me?" she asked.

He cursed his own stupidity as he placed the flowers on the underside of her fingernail. What had he been thinking? Did he really expect to impress her with a dozen roses? At her size, she probably couldn’t even see what kind of flowers they were!

But Alexandra raised her fingernail under her nose and took a sniff. "Roses, how lovely!" she chirped.

"You can really smell them?" Xavier asked. "Certainly," she said. "All our senses have been enhanced, including smell. My eyesight is excellent too, and I can see you look really handsome tonight."

"Thanks," Xavier blushed. He never imagined he’d be flirting with a 140-foot tall woman!

Alexandra held out her palm, placing it on the balcony next to him. "The rest of the house is not adjusted to your scale," she said, "but I’d love it if you would join me inside."

Xavier looked at the huge palm in front of him and took a deep breath. He knew he wouldn’t be spending this entire date sitting on the balcony, but he wasn’t quite prepared for the moment when it came. He gazed at her huge fingers, her immense thumb. She could crush him in that hand and probably not even feel it. On her scale, he was just three inches tall. Stepping onto that palm would mean entering a world of tremendous proportions, a world not meant for a tiny man like him. It could also mean the most spectacular evening of his life.

He took a deep breath again. He stepped onto Alexandra’s palm and sat down.

She lifted him gently to her face. Xavier gasped as she suddenly leaned forward and pressed him against her lips. They felt softer than he could have possibly imagined, but he knew they were capable of swallowing him whole.

"Thanks, Xav. I know it takes a lot of trust for you to step into my palm like that." He smiled back up at her as she walked across the room, finally placing him on a gigantic kitchen table.

"Dinner’s just about ready. Care for some wine?" she asked. Xavier nodded and she carefully placed a single drop of wine from a giant eyedropper into a tiny glass for him. "Sorry, I know that’s not the best way to pour wine," she said. Xavier laughed. "That’s okay, I understand."

She walked over to a giant stove and Xavier sipped his wine. Not bad, he thought, looking up at the giant bottle she had left next to her own glass - a glass big enough for him to sit in comfortably. I wonder how many taxpayers’ dollars the military spent making such a giant bottle of wine, he pondered, then shrugged off the thought.

In the distance, he could see Alexandra using a tiny (to her) spoon to place some pasta on a small plate. Or at least it seemed small; when she returned carrying it pinched between the nails on her thumb and index finger and placed it in front of him, it contained more food than he could eat in a week. "Sorry," she said again. "I know that’s a bit much for you, but I’d have a hard time serving anything smaller."

"It’s fine, really," Xavier said. "You don’t have to keep apologizing. I knew what I was getting into when I came here, and I’m honored to be here."

Alexandra smiled broadly, touching him lightly on his head and shoulder. "You’re sweet," she said. "But I hope you realize if you keep charming me like that, you might really end up ‘getting into’ something." She chuckled as Xavier pondered the meaning of her words. Suddenly it hit him and he almost choked on a mouthful of wine. They both laughed then.

After dinner, she carried him over to a huge couch and placed him on her warm stomach as she lay back. She turned on a movie - talk about a big-screen TV! - as they settled into a friendly conversation. He didn’t know exactly when, but at some point, Xavier stopped thinking of her as a genetically engineered giantess and started thinking of her simply as an interesting, intelligent, sweet, beautiful woman. She caressed him gently with one finger, making him feel vaguely like some kind of pet, but he came to appreciate it. Could he really become this giant woman’s boyfriend? Looking past the huge hills her breasts made under her low-cut dress to her tender face, he sure hoped so.

He was caught by surprise as she grasped him between finger and thumb, lifting him to her lips and kissing him again. "I’d love to, sweetie," she said.

Billy looked up at the twinkling lights on the Ferris wheel in delight. Ever since he had taken his first Ferris wheel ride two years ago, he had begged his mother to take him from amusement park to amusement park, always looking for one just a little higher, a little faster, a little more colorful. Up ahead was the biggest one yet - a whopping 120 feet high, if he could believe the carnival signs around it. His six-year-old hand gripped his mother’s tightly, dragging her ahead as fast as he could.

"Easy Billy," she admonished him. "We have plenty of time. It’s not going anywhere!"

She looked up at the Ferris wheel herself, chuckling inwardly at her son’s enthusiasm for the giant ride. He had begged her to drive the 75 miles to the county fair just so he could ride it.

As she watched the seats spin past the wheel’s highest point, she suddenly let out a gasp. A woman’s face appeared, a pretty blonde, glancing down at the Ferris wheel as she casually walked by. Her identical twin, also a giant, followed close behind. And - her jaw dropped in a silent scream - the giantess carried a little man in her cupped hand!

The woman grabbed her son and started running in the opposite direction. "Aw, Mom!" Billy bawled, "I wanna ride the Ferris wheel! I wanna go back! Put me down! We can’t go now. Nooo!"

Xavier glanced down at the ground far below. From a distance he could hear a few screams and shouts, and a child crying. Well, it’s kind of tough for a pair of 140-foot tall women not to make a dramatic entrance, he supposed.

He pointed at a small hill overlooking the fairgrounds. "Over there," he shouted up to Alexandra.

Alison reached the hill first, sitting down and leaning back with her hands on the ground behind her. Alexandra sat next to her, Indian-style, placing Xavier on her naked thigh just below where her short, tight shorts ended.

"Well, I don’t suppose we’ll be going on any of the rides," Alison joked.

"Hope you got a lot of money," Alexandra said, poking Xavier lightly. "I’m rather hungry, and I got a pretty big appetite!"

Xavier grasped the end of her shorts and slowly lowered himself down the side of her leg. "I’ll go look," he said. "Maybe they sell cotton candy by the ton somewhere."

Alexandra chuckled as her little boyfriend walked into the crowds. "He’s really nice. You’re lucky you got to him first," her sister said. Alexandra gave her a playful shove. "You just keep your hands off him, he’s all mine!" she said.

The twins gazed at the crowds while they waited for Xavier to return. Most of the locals simply ignored them, having long since become accustomed to their presence in town. Others either gawked at them or ran away.

After a while Alison leaned forward and felt a tiny weight tugging at her hair. Thinking it was just caught on a tree branch or something, she whipped her neck around to pull it free. She was startled when a group of five boys appeared before her, clinging to strands of her hair. As her hair flowed around her face, the boys crashed against her left breast, one of them falling from there to her leg.

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?" she gasped, looking down at the boy on her leg. He waved back at her, apparently just dazed, while the other boys laughed and hollered at her, still hanging from her hair.

"That was fun!" Alison heard one of them say. "Can you do it again?"

Seeing they were having fun, Alison playfully moved her head, waving her hair and the boys in it back and forth. She was careful to keep her hand under them, in case one of them should fall again.

By then a larger group of children, both boys and girls, had crowded around Alexandra. "Can we ride your hair too?" she heard them shout.

Chuckling, Alexandra dropped her head down so her hair reached the ground. When she felt the weight of several kids grabbing it, she slowly moved her head back and forth, swinging the laughing children in her hair. Soon a line started forming around both giantesses as children gathered for the best ride at the fair.

Alison looked down when she felt someone touching her thigh. It wasn’t a child, but a young man looking up at her. "Um, howdy, ma’am," she heard him stammer. "Uh, I’m not a kid like the rest of these folks, but I sure wouldn’t mind a ride in that pretty hair of yours."

Alison smiled. He might not be the most handsome guy she’d ever seen, but he was okay, and he sure was bold! And yet, he seemed kind of shy at the same time. His hands twitched at his sides and she could see he was nervous.

"Why don’t I give you a special ride?" she asked, placing her hand palm-side up on the ground next to him. He stepped back at first, then glanced up at her, seeing her smile. He took one running step and hopped into her hand.

Alison moved her hand slowly through the air, feeling the man gripping her thumb. She waved her hand around slowly, giving him the ride of his life, but being careful not to let him fall. Finally she placed him on her right shoulder, where he held on to her hair tightly, wrapping it around himself.

Still waving her head slightly to give more children a ride, she asked, "What’s your name, little guy?"

"Uh, Tom, ma’am. Tom Forrester."

"Well okay then, Tom. It’s nice to meet you. But I’d better warn you, if you call me ‘ma’am’ one more time I may just crush you under my foot!"

"What?" Tom gasped.

"Just kidding, silly," she said. "But seriously, call me Alison."

"Sure thing ma … um, I mean Alison. Thanks."

"You’re pretty brave walking up to a giant monster like me," Alison said. "Weren’t you afraid?"

"Monster?" Tom asked, startled. "I never thought of it that way. I just thought you were real pretty."

"Pretty?" Alison giggled. "Do you have any idea how much I weigh?"

"Well, sure," Tom said. "But you’re mighty sweet, and it’s not every gal who can make the world move under my feet!"

They both laughed then, but stopped when they heard shouts from below.

"Put them down!" was the most common shout among a group of people - mostly women, but some men - that surrounded Alison and Alexandra then. Both giantesses still had tiny children clinging to their hair.

They looked at each other for a moment, then lowered their heads close to the ground. Some of the children got off on their own, but others had to be pulled kicking and screaming from the giant strands of hair by their parents.

"Leave our children alone!" Alexandra heard one woman shout.

"I’m sorry, we were just letting them have some fun," she tried to explain.

"You could have killed them, you monsters!" the woman shouted back. Then a man started yelling at them: "Get out of here! We don’t want you here! You’re a menace!"

Alexandra glanced at Alison and said, "I think we wore out our welcome. I guess we’d better go as soon as I find Xavier."

The giantesses stood, Tom still sitting on Alison’s shoulder, clinging to her hair. Alexandra stepped toward the fairgrounds, calling Xavier’s name. Below her she saw a group of men surrounding another, pushing him around. She instinctively stepped over a carnival tent, pushing away the men with her hand. In the center of them was Xavier, looking roughed-up. She gently grabbed him in her hand and lifted him to her face.

"Are you okay? Why were they hurting you?" she asked.

"I’m … I’m fine," Xavier said. "They were just pushing me around, calling me ‘giantess lover’ and saying a real man wouldn’t let himself become a giant woman’s toy. I tried to explain, but they just wouldn’t listen."

Alexandra’s face took on a look then that Xavier had not seen before. She looked down at the tiny men with a sneer on her face.

"You bastards think you’re hot shit huh? Not one of you is man enough for me!" She stepped toward them, slamming her foot down where one of the men had been just seconds before. They all hid under one of the circus tents.

"You can’t hide from me, you little shits!" she growled, kicking the entire tent away with a swipe of her foot. The men, women and children underneath yelled and screamed, cowering in fear.

"Alex!" Xavier yelled.

She stopped then, suddenly regaining her former composure.

"Oh, I’m sorry," she half-sobbed. "I didn’t mean to hurt anybody. Are you all okay? I’m so sorry, I’ll fix everything …"

Tears welled in her eyes at the angry shouts from the people below, and Alison gently pulled her away. "Time to go now," she said quietly.

Alexandra meekly nodded agreement, glanced down at the people below one last time, looked briefly at Xavier lying in her palm, then started walking away, Alison holding her sobbing head against her shoulder.

Tom was taken by surprise when Alexandra’s giant head suddenly bumped into him. He lost his balance on Alison’s shoulder and fell forward, desperately clinging to her hair. His grip on her hair interrupted his fall for a moment, but the sudden jolt as the hair reached its full length - almost like a silky-smooth golden bungee cord - caused him to lose his grip.

He fell again, frantically reaching out for anything to stop his rapid descent. In a breathless moment, he plunged into semi-darkness and landed against some soft, yielding cloth. That stopped him for a moment, but he felt open air under his feet again and reached out to grab the cloth.

He managed to hook his arms around the material, his legs still dangling in the open air below, before he looked up. Slightly above and to either side of him were Alison’s enormous breasts. Looking past the edges of the low-cut V-neck of her blouse, he could only see the underside of her chin.

He was about to call up to her, but paused as he considered his situation. Here he was, hanging onto a giant bra strap, deep in the cleavage of a 140-foot tall woman he’d just met. How would she react to finding him in such an intimate position? Sure it wasn’t his fault, but would she take that into consideration before crushing him?

Tom convinced himself in that manner that it was for safety’s sake, and not his own raging hard-on, that he quietly enjoyed the ride.

Xavier looked around as Alexandra carried him through the main entrance to her home. It was the first time he’d ever entered through the giant door the women used, rather than the balcony entrance. The rest of the house was more familiar as he was carried upstairs. Alexandra placed him on a comparatively small bureau in her bedroom while Alison gave her a quick hug.

"It’s okay, Alex. No one was hurt," Alison said. "Besides, you didn’t start it - those men did. You were just protecting Xav."

"But I could have killed someone!" Alexandra protested.

"But you didn’t," Alison gently countered. "Now why don’t you enjoy a nice night with your wonderful boyfriend here, and forget about it. In fact, why don’t you ..." she looked at Xavier and whispered in her sister’s ear. Then both women started laughing. The tension was broken for them, but Xavier suddenly found his stomach tied in knots.

"Thanks, Alison," Alexandra said, hugging her sister again. "And," she chuckled, "I think I will!"

Things were going well for Tom until he found himself suddenly squeezed tight against Alison’s breasts by an equally large and soft mass from behind. Gasping for breath as the pressure let up, he found himself dangling by his fingers. When he was pressed between the two giant women’s bodies a second time, he lost his grip entirely.

He slid with his back against Alison’s shirt as he fell, landing quickly with a jolt against her stomach, just below her belly button. Her blouse was tucked into her shorts, and the waistband was tight enough to keep him from falling any further. He didn’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed.

Tom began bumping back and forth between Alison’s shirt and torso as she apparently began walking again. After a short time the motion stopped, and Tom waited to see what would happen next. Suddenly he was falling again, slipping past the end of Alison’s blouse and landing in the crotch of her shorts as she lowered them to the floor. He lay still, looking up at her, and she apparently didn’t notice him.

He gazed at her towering body, directly above him. He couldn’t remember when he’d seen anything quite so beautiful. She was slipping her blouse over her head then, and he watched in silent awe. She casually unclasped the bra he had been hanging on to for so long, and the full magnificence of her breasts came into view, like hills seen from a distance - soft, perfectly-curved pink hills with reddish peaks. She took a step back as she removed her panties, and Tom lost his breath completely. He could do no more than stare at the enormously beautiful creature in front of him. A mountain of a woman - and there wasn’t a curve on her he didn’t want to explore in its most intimate detail.

In an instant she was gone, having stepped into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. Tom could hear a thundering waterfall start as she turned on the shower.

He needed a cigarette.

Alexandra’s finger ran up and down Xavier’s body. It was not unpleasant, although he did feel a little intimidated. Slowly her fingers curled behind him, and he found himself literally swept off his feet as she lifted him to her face.

"Have you ever wondered what it’s like to make love to a 140-foot tall woman?" she asked innocently.

Not since the first time he ever ... well, not since THE first time had Xavier ever felt so nervous. He had certainly thought about the possibilities enough times over the past few days, but now that the time had apparently come, he found himself more afraid than aroused.

That all ended when Alexandra gently pressed her warm lip against his face.

He pulled off his clothes as quickly as he could while she held him in her palm. Once he tossed his underwear over the side of her hand, she lifted him to her lips again and embraced his whole body in their soft wetness. He felt her enormous tongue pressing against him, seeming to massage his entire body.

The room spun as he was quickly taken away from those heavenly lips. Alexandra dropped him gently on her bed and did a slow striptease for him. He could only watch in awe as the full beauty of her enormous body came into view. Xavier felt like a mere mortal in the presence of a goddess; and in a sense, he supposed, that was exactly the case. The scientific marvel before him now could crush the life out of him in an instant - but instead, she was about to treat him to the most unimaginably spectacular night of pleasure in his life.

And to think, he had always been opposed to increases in military spending.

The last of her clothes gone, Alexandra smiled down at him, savoring the moment. Then she slowly lay on the bed next to him, taking him in her hand and pressing him against her flesh. She was well aware of how much pressure she could exert without hurting him, and despite her own rising passion she was very careful as she rubbed her tiny lover against her body - moving him across her stomach, up and down her arms, pressing him into the softness of her breasts.

Alexandra pulled first one leg, then the other against her chest as she caressed her thighs with his body, moving him up and down her legs, wanting to feel his small body against every part of herself. She knew where he would end up, but wanted to prolong the anticipation for as long as she could bear it.

Xavier had long since reached orgasm, leaving a smear of cum against Alexandra’s breast. She hadn’t even noticed. But he enjoyed her use of him, quietly feeling her skin rubbing against his. Already he felt himself begin to harden again, and knew his night was just beginning.

Alison didn’t stay in the shower long. Tom guessed that with the amount of water they must need, the Atlas twins had been accustomed to short showers all their lives.

She came out wrapped in a towel, but soon discarded it in favor of a pair of lacy pink panties. To Tom’s delight, she left her breasts bare as she settled into bed to read a book. Talk about large print! he mused.

Tom had already made up his mind not to attract her attention. He decided it would be better, at least for now, that she didn’t know how - and where - he had spent this night. Once she fell asleep, he would find a way out of this enormous house and come and visit her in the morning like nothing had happened. Then, maybe something would happen again someday.

But for now he took a guilty pleasure in nestling in her discarded bra, enjoying her scent all around him. It was comfortable to sit in, too, and he relaxed as he watched Alison’s every tiny, magnificent movement. She chuckled as she read some parts, wrinkled her nose at others, but the same playful gleam she always seemed to carry in her eyes never left.

When she finally turned out the light to fall asleep, Tom was in no hurry to leave. He decided to wait where he was until he was sure she was asleep. Then ... then ... he thought dreamily as his head settled back against the cushiony soft material.