Dravenhawk
President of Manlandia
SSSBBW, Romance, Imagery. ~WG - tall and large, a big girl can still have a loving heart
[Author's note: Here it is a tale that has been on my mind for some time. An FA meets the biggest woman he has ever seen and has the time of his life. Thank you all for your support by reading "The Girl Next Door" I am truely inspired to go the extra yard. Thank you all for your patience while I have been having a bit of writers block.
My sincerest hope is you all enjoy 'True Giant" as much as I enjoy writing it
Sincerely;
Dravenhawk]
Chapter One - It’s a small world
It was a day not unlike any other day at Warren J. Harding Junior High School. The late spring sun was shining brightly upon the sprawling emerald green lawn in the front of the school yard. There were boys shooting some hoops in the basketball court shouting bravados. The Goths commingled tightly under the sprawling branches of an ancient white oak tree. At a table outside the library a group of girls were chatting and giggling at the nerds who would occasionally trek into the library seeking refuge from the daily lunch hour persecution as was brought on upon them by the more popular kids.
In this mileau Gloria was trying to slip into the library unnoticed but the effort was again in vain.
“Hey, look its Sasquatch,” a petite blond girl goaded from the table outside the school library as the other girls sitting at the table in the clique with her giggled mockingly in unison to the cruel remark.
Gloria lumbered into the sanctuary of the library, allowing the unkindness of the cruel comment to roll off like water on a ducks back. She knew the truth those names always stung unless she hielded herself.
The subtle smell of aging books wafted her nostrils as she entered the library welcoming her like the embrace of an old friend. Mrs. Parsons, the soft spoken silver haired librarian of obvious British decent sat at her desk thoughtfully leafing through the pages of the latest issue of Home and Garden Magazine as she entered. She was a thin woman with refined, delicate features in her late 60’s. Her silver hair drawn up into a bun, a long gold stickpin held her hair fast in place.
“Good afternoon, Gloria” she chimed in a sweet voice that evoked something of the spirit of the Norman Rockwell era.
Her gracefully aged face broke into a kind smile as she looked up from the magazine she was reading. Gloria looked down at the kind librarian and smiled in return. Mrs. Parsons was one of the few friends she had in the whole world and she wished she was more like the popular girls. Another truth she was all too aware of as she peered over the shelf tops at a paper airplane resting atop the 6 foot shelf, and that was she just didn’t fit in.
She walked through the row of shelves with the fiction mystery stories scanning for something interesting as she made her way to her favorite table in the corner near the back. It was a nice isolated table but well lit where the light from the skylight windows could freely stream in while she felt safe tucked within the walls and shelves. She pulled out an old wooden chair from the 1950’s era and sat down at the table,
It was a tight fit, she felt cramped but at least this chair was not made of plastic or had arms on it. Those things were too small and even if she could squeeze herself into one of those chairs with arms it would end up pinching her hips. The desks in the classroom were just too small and there was just no way could she cram herself into one of those desks. The school had arranged for a table and a chair to be set up in her homeroom and other classes at the back of the classroom. The whole thing only served to bring on more unwanted attention.
This day Gloria felt doomed as she tried to digest the bad news from the specialist the family doctor had recommended. The operation could not be performed due to the way her brain stem was in the way or something or other she didn’t really get doctor-speak. What she did get was that her condition was not going to change the way she wanted it to go. She pulled her lunch from her backpack and set a red apple, a bologna sandwich, and a small bag of Frito’s corn chips. Eating was forbidden in the library but Mrs. Parsons knew what the young girl was going through and allowed her to eat her lunch in the library…
Thirty years later and the world had only gotten even smaller. Gloria had gained a significant amount of weight since her junior high school years as she reflected back when she had weighed in at 400lbs just before she started high school. She had learned about what the comfort of a good meal could do for a forlorn spirit a long time ago. She now worked at the Santa Maria City Library after having earned her Master’s degree in Library Science. Although her father had helped her get her job at the city library she was proud nonetheless.
Lifting another heavy box of books from the night drop she placed it on a cart to be sorted, the borrower checked off as having returned the item in good condition, and the check out card scanned to ready the book for checkout. She sat each one in a pile on a birch wood library table according to which shelf it came from while she monitored foot traffic from the single sided window that looked like a mirror from the public area of the building yet allowing her to see out as if looking through sunglasses.
A seemingly young man who looked to be in his mid thirties stopped to comb his wavy brown hair in the “mirror”. He had lean, almost Elvin features to his slender body. His almond shaped brown eyes gazed into the mirror while he preened himself before an adoring audience of one. His soft gaze seemed to penetrate the glass screen and find hers as she stared upon this strange little man who had snatched her attention right out of thin air. After all she had seen hundreds of men and women primp and preen themselves in the “mirror” what did this guy have that had her so taken aback?
She pondered thoughtfully as the man with Elvin features disappeared into the outside world. She stared blankly into the glass at the spot where this man had been standing. Thoughts of meeting this mysterious man collided headlong with how shy she was in the first place. Throughout the rest of the day this mans’ image haunted her every thought making it impossible to focus. On more than one occasion she found herself jumping to see if the chime in her back room was announcing the return of the slender Elvin featured man.
The next day she arrived at the library building. As she entered the back room to get her cart she scanned the patrons of the library for the mysterious thin man she had seen yesterday. She drew the boxes of books onto the cart while keeping one eye cocked for the man she had seen yesterday. Wheeling the cart into the back room she began the morning chore of sorting and cataloguing.
As she loaded the last box back onto the cart he appeared as before. He broke out a black plastic comb and began to attempt to tame an unmanageable cowlick while admiring him self in the “mirror”. Gloria looked on in awe as he groomed, her heart began to race and she felt a rush of heat break over her like an ocean wave. As much as she wanted him she was paralyzed in the grip of her encroaching fear.
She was sitting in a heavy oak chair and couldn’t help but notice that she towered over him even while sitting, coming to grips over how she knew there was no way in heaven or on earth she would find a man taller than she was. But still he was puny and very cute. He beamed a smile at himself that seemed to feel as if it were meant for her and her alone.
Quickly turning he walked back outside and disappeared into the daylight. Looking up at the clock she noticed it was 11:30 in the morning as she made quick note to herself of the time of day he showed up. Tomorrow she would be ready. She ran the scenario through her head over and over savoring everything she would say and do if she ever got up the courage to step out the secluded back room.
The next day there was an unusual amount of book returns and unannounced or probably forgotten children’s reading by one of the library volunteers. Gloria had to set up the reading room as well as collect the books from the drop bins. She had spent most of the morning talking on the phone scheduling the reading sessions and was off her normal schedule. As she went to the front of the library to the drop bin to start to load the boxes of books onto her cart she didn’t notice that the clock on the wall read 11:34 AM.
Turning to her cart with an armload of books she almost ran into the thin, wavy haired man who had come to groom himself in the “mirror” staring at her beaming a schoolboy smile. It was not the kind of stare she was accustomed to, that gawking freak show stare she had become so hardened to. It was different kind of look one she had very little familiarity with. His gaze was transfixed not on her body but more on her eyes. It felt as if he was peering right into her soul as she felt her shyness evaporate in the warmth of his presence.
One of the books slipped out of her arm and landed on the floor at his feet with a thud. Instinctively he bent down and picked up the book and handed it to her taking notice of her colossal features. Being only 5’6” she must have easily towered over him by more than two feet as he tried to fathom her overwhelming size. As she took the book from his hand he noticed how huge her hand was compared to his.
“I believe you dropped this miss,” he stammered as he fished in an empty pool in his head for something more intelligent to say.
“Thank you very much,” she replied in an unusual baritone voice that seemed not to belong to a woman as she too was fishing from the same pool of emptiness for more intelligent words. In that moment the two were sharing a kindred spirit aside a pool of empty thoughts.
“My name is Max – Max Sunlow,” he said as he continued beaming a smile that stretched from ear to ear. “May I ask what your name is?” he queried as he adjusted his stance and gaze looking up into her towering form to once again trying to find her intoxicating brown eyes.
“Gloria,” she gulped trying to fend off the reddening blush that flushed across her face, “Gloria Van Dame.”
“It is an honor to meet you Gloria,” he replied appearing not to notice the increasing redness of her face as he stretched out his hand in friendship. “Do you work here at the Library?” he continued to query.
“Yes.” She replied shyly putting down the books and taking his hand in hers and giving a courteous handshake.
“How long have you worked here?” he asked.
“About three years this June I believe.” She stated somewhat matter-of-factly.
“How about you,” she asked “I haven’t seen you here in the library before. I am one of those people who remembers a face and I can’t say I have seen yours here.” She continued attempting to conceal her smile.
“I work at the Raytheon plant across the street.” He replied pointing to the large white, three story building with smoke glass windows. “There is a great place to eat next to the library called the Burger Barn. You ever eat there? They have the best teriyaki burger I have ever eaten. Anyways I just got hired last week as a technician and some of the people at work suggested the place. I have kind of made it a habit over the last several days.”
“Uh no, I usually take my lunch from home.” She responded. “That place is usually very crowded all the time and I don’t care for crowds much.”
“What time do you take your lunch at?” he queried with a twinkle that seemed to dance about in his almond shaped brown eyes.
“I can take my lunch pretty much whenever I like.” She said coolly trying not to reveal to him her desire as she didn’t want to spook him off. “When do you take your lunch break?” she replied.
“I am on first shift so I get my lunch at 11:30.” He responded. “Can I buy you one of those teriyaki burgers for lunch tomorrow?” he pursued, “I can bring it here so you don’t have to worry about the crowds. I can phone the order in on my break and pick it up and bring it here on my lunch.” He persuaded.
“That would be wonderful!” she almost yelped her voice climbing up an octave in anticipation. “There is a table in the center courtyard where we can eat and talk.” She said as she pointed out toward the window where a lush well manicured tropical garden with tables and a fountain that made an inviting haven for readers.
“Oh look at the time,” he said with animation in his tone of voice. I have less than twenty minutes to get my lunch and be back to work. I will see you tomorrow.” He sang off to her as he bounded out the library nearly running into the door on his way out.
Gloria drew a heavy sigh as she watched him disappear into the daylight her thoughts wandering to what tomorrow might bring. She had not dated anyone in over seven years and had pretty much resigned herself from that kind of activity after the last date. It was an enormous risk she was taking upon herself, but somehow it just felt right with this guy.
Max dashed to the crowded Burger Barn adjacent to the Santa Maria Library. He pushed his way through the packed “to go” window and announced his order that he had phoned in to the waitress. A slim freckled faced young woman with straight strawberry blond hair confirmed his order.
“Just wait over in the pick-up line over there sir and your order will be ready.” She said with a cheery smile.
It seemed to be an eternity waiting for his food. Fortunately he had the foresight to have the order prepaid on his card to streamline the process. The waitress handed him a bag that beheld the heavenly aroma of teriyaki.
As he took the bag he dashed out the door and headed back to the gleaming white Raytheon building as he wolfed the burger down on his way across the street. He hurriedly crammed fries into his mouth between intermittent gulps of soda as he walked up the long concrete path that led to a door marked Employees Entrance. Walking past the guard shack and showing his badge he tossed the uneaten remains of his lunch into the trash barrel and hurried to the microwave electronics lab where he worked.
Sitting down at his work station he had a hard time trying to focus on his task at hand of testing microwave amplifiers. The memory of Gloria was still fresh in his mind as he reminisced how supple her exceedingly large hand felt when they shook hands. His hand felt so small in hers as he recalled the sensation of her touch, the warmth and softness of her skin. She was such a wondrous woman to behold. Work was slow and Max was scratching for something to look busy with. Picking up the test procedures manual for cover he began to drift off into a daydream. He had never seen a woman so big in his entire life as he placed a mental picture of his ex-wife Nancy whom he had divorced some two years earlier next to Gloria and the difference was obvious. Nancy was no petite woman at 460 lbs and her image was tiny when sized up next to Gloria.
Gloria was not only tall she was wide as well. Her gigantic frame was more than suitable for carrying twice his ex-wife’s weight and then some. The image of her arm still hung in his thoughts as he took in the size of her arm as she was pointing out the courtyard of the library. It was clearly bigger than his entire body and had a fold of soft flesh half way up the bicep. Her torso was like a great wine barrel and her breasts were so large they even made the biggest of watermelons look somewhat small. Her thighs were like great tree trunks as he pondered whether or not they could be bigger than his ex-wife was around in the middle.
She had large graceful curves as if she had emerged from some renaissance artists painting. The thoughts of her drifted into how he might kiss her. This woman was HUGE and even if he stood on his tiptoes he would not even come close to reaching her neck let alone her sensuous pouting lips. The idea of using a chair to reach her fell into doubt as he estimated he still would not be able to reach her for a kiss as he would still have to navigate around her enormous belly and torso. The pounding of his heart swept him completely out of reality at the thought of this giantess possibly being his girlfriend.
He was sitting on the couch next to her watching a movie his head tucked under that massive arm of hers as he indulged himself in her softness and the satisfaction of having such a beautiful and powerful woman as his and his alone. She was the embodiment of feminine perfection. He drew in a heavy sigh as he neatly tied up the whole daydream in its conclusion in a bow as he fought to refocus himself back to his work.
“Max… Hey Max, wake up buddy!” came a voice that seemed to shatter the vision like a rock hurled through a window. “Max we gotta get that Honeywell order out by today.” His supervisor Les Howell insisted.
Les was a kind black gentleman in his late forties with pudgy features to his somewhat round and seasoned appearance. The hair on his head had thinned a little at the top and some grey was showing at the sides. He had a large mole on his neck that had several hairs poking out of it that Max could never seem to take his focus completely away from as he spoke in his kind gravely voice of an ex smoker. His well groomed appearance sported a blue and white pinstriped Polo shirt and matching navy blue slacks with well shined black oxford style shoes.
“We can’t miss our ship dates,” he continued “This order is marked UPS next day.” As he pointed to the lower right corner of the box containing several, small silver cased electronic amplifiers.
“This should have been in the oven before lunch.” He lectured, “We need to get all the pre-seal stuff tested and in the oven before lunch.”
“OK” Max replied respectfully, putting down the manual and picking up the blue tray containing the amplifiers.
“There is more stuff coming out of the oven in a few minutes. Its all today’s stuff and it needs to get tested and into QA before break. We should have some of tomorrow’s pre-seal in from the tuning lab after break. I like to be two days ahead on this…” Les droned on officiously to get the point of the tasks at hand across.
The only thing Max could think of was Gloria. The rest of the world could wait. As he plugged a silver cased amplifier into the test machine, he wondered what she was doing at this very moment. A beep from the machine brought him back to focus and he printed out the test results and signed the documentation. He continued testing the remaining amplifiers his mind enveloped within a daydream of endless springtime love in the arms of Gloria.
“Those arms…” he sighed silently to himself, “those wondrous magnificent arms so big and so soft.”
Placing the last amplifier in its box he walked down to the sealing lab passing women who worked in different parts of the building in the hallway. He drafted a mental comparison to his coworkers to the magnificent Gloria. There was no other woman in the entire world that could compare let alone come close. All others fell short He was at the end of his journey the blue door on his left was marked with a black sign with white lettering that read “Sealing Lab” on it.
A mild wave of heat broke over him as he entered the room. The smell of glazing compounds commingled with glues and resins while the whir of fans drowned out all other noises. There were other workers in the back of the room near the large oven chattering away in what sounded like Spanish their voices lost in the whirring of the fans.
He set the box on the pre-seal rack and headed back to the microwave testing lab. As he left the room and entered the hallway once again he became aware that Gloria would have to duck to go through most doorways. The whole idea of this concept tantalized him as he returned to the testing lab.
Time seemed to drag on for the entire day. Looking at the clock it was only 12:20 as he sat down at his bench. He drew another box from the rack above him and looked over the paperwork before hooking up the amplifier to the testing machine. Again he wondered if Gloria was thinking about him, if she liked him, if he was too short for her or too nerdy. Round and round his mind spun with thoughts of the gigantic woman he had met only an hour ago.
“Is she seeing someone and just being nice?” he pondered to himself speculatively.
“Perhaps she is using me for a burger…gawd she is beautiful and so hot.” His mind rambled as he quickly dismissed his doubt.
He grabbed another box of amplifiers off of the shelf and mindlessly hooked up the voltage leads as he was about to switch on the power he noticed the leads were hooked up backwards.
“Good save” he thought to himself. It was her voice he mused it was so, so… deep. Like a guys voice but deeper. Her voice was so rich it echoed with a distinct fullness that he had never heard before not from a man nor from a woman. He remembered her touch not from the handshake but when she had barely grazed him with her massive hips when she had to stop herself short of trampling him. He could feel the mass of her weight as the sensation of her size was transmitted by such a slight contact with her thick flank. He continued on this way for the rest of the afternoon testing one amplifier after another. It felt as if he was slogging through thick mud throughout the entire day.
The soft chiming of his wristwatch announced the afternoon break. Getting up from his chair he headed out to the front of the building. The blinding afternoon sun obscured his vision as it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change. Looking across the sprawling verdant green lawn to the library building across the street he searched for any sign of Gloria. He knew she was working inside and ached to be there with her instead of here. He looked at the library building with intensity as if he had x-ray vision trying to peer through the stone masonry and glass to see her. He could only see her in his thoughts and within his heart. Sighing he knew that would have to do for now as he turned and went back in to finish out his day.
The remaining two hours if his shift seemed to drag on like a thundering herd of racing snails. It was hard to keep focused on the task of testing amplifiers with the grand vision of Gloria taking up so much of his mental processor power. As Max left the Raytheon building the sinking sun was setting the sky aglow with dazzling hues of pink and red against the thin high cirrus clouds overhead.
Heading out to his black 1977 Ford Ranchero which he kept in immaculate condition. Although his car was a bit of a land yacht he liked its roominess and comfort despite the poor gas mileage it got. A line of cars had formed at the exit of the parking lot and he chose to wait it out as usual it was not worth the gas to sit there for twenty minutes or so waiting in line burning gas going nowhere. Clicking on the ignition key to the accessory position he popped in an old Tom Petty tape and listened to his favorite songs while the line at the exit slowly dwindled. At last the way was clear and Max was able to leave the parking lot without any waiting.
Turning left onto California Street he headed home taking a longing last look at the library for any sign of Gloria. The only thing out of the ordinary was a sleek black Lincoln Towne car limo in the library’s parking lot. As the light changed at the corner of California and Main he rubbernecked to get an eyeful of the limo and perhaps a celebrity. As he continued on down California Street he noticed a corner Italian bistro with a colorful red white and green awning and antiqued bronze lettering above the door that read “Papa Ramano’s” It was standing room only and the dinner crowd had lined up around the building causing him to notice the spectacle.
Gloria tooled her book cart about the library’s corridors assessing the number of patrons still in the building. It was nearing closing time for the library and as she shelved the last of the remaining books on her cart she took inventory of the few patrons browsing and reading quietly at the tables. She paused for a moment to take in the exodus of workers heading home from the Raytheon building across the street hoping for a glimpse of her little guy amidst the throng of people pouring out the front door.
The clock on the wall read 5:30 she knew she had to start to round up the last four remaining people and let them know that the library was about to close. She did this by walking over to the light switch panel and flicked the lights on and off several times to signal that the library was about to close. One by one they left in an orderly fashion.
She did her rounds giving the library a once over to make sure everyone had left again pausing to see if she could perhaps maybe this time get a peek at her man. Although he hadn’t even asked her to be his steady she had laid claim to him even if it was only in her thoughts at the moment. The only thing now was to take her prize and make it happen. As she set the alarm she paused in reflection at the spot where Max had her had met earlier that day. She locked the double glass doors and walked out to the back parking lot to meet her ride.
Sleep eluded her that night her thoughts were consumed by Max she
wanted to touch him and desired even more to be touched by him. The light that danced in his eyes invaded her dreams and drove her hunger to devour him. Thoughts of sitting next to him evolved to ravaging him swirling amidst her quasi dream state. Visions of him stroking her body and gazing upon her in wondrous love engulfed her as she would engulf him.
The bleating of the alarm clock jarred her awake snapping her away from her dream holding Max’s small body in her arms. A slight ripple of confusion coursed through her being as she discovered a pillow in her arms instead of her thin man. The mild reality shock gave way to the waking world as she came to realize that she and Max had a lunch date and was practically raping him in the weird dream. She tried to shake it off and get a grip on herself as she got ready for the day. Even picking out clothes to wear for the day was wrought in confusion as she wanted to be alluring and enticing but not too obvious.
Arriving at the Library that morning she opened it up and began her morning routine of collecting the night drop books, sorting, cataloguing and shelving. Time seemed to stand still, the hands on the clock seemed welded motionless in place as she plodded through the morning.
[Author's note: Here it is a tale that has been on my mind for some time. An FA meets the biggest woman he has ever seen and has the time of his life. Thank you all for your support by reading "The Girl Next Door" I am truely inspired to go the extra yard. Thank you all for your patience while I have been having a bit of writers block.
My sincerest hope is you all enjoy 'True Giant" as much as I enjoy writing it
Sincerely;
Dravenhawk]
True Giant
by Dravenhawk
by Dravenhawk
Chapter One - It’s a small world
It was a day not unlike any other day at Warren J. Harding Junior High School. The late spring sun was shining brightly upon the sprawling emerald green lawn in the front of the school yard. There were boys shooting some hoops in the basketball court shouting bravados. The Goths commingled tightly under the sprawling branches of an ancient white oak tree. At a table outside the library a group of girls were chatting and giggling at the nerds who would occasionally trek into the library seeking refuge from the daily lunch hour persecution as was brought on upon them by the more popular kids.
In this mileau Gloria was trying to slip into the library unnoticed but the effort was again in vain.
“Hey, look its Sasquatch,” a petite blond girl goaded from the table outside the school library as the other girls sitting at the table in the clique with her giggled mockingly in unison to the cruel remark.
Gloria lumbered into the sanctuary of the library, allowing the unkindness of the cruel comment to roll off like water on a ducks back. She knew the truth those names always stung unless she hielded herself.
The subtle smell of aging books wafted her nostrils as she entered the library welcoming her like the embrace of an old friend. Mrs. Parsons, the soft spoken silver haired librarian of obvious British decent sat at her desk thoughtfully leafing through the pages of the latest issue of Home and Garden Magazine as she entered. She was a thin woman with refined, delicate features in her late 60’s. Her silver hair drawn up into a bun, a long gold stickpin held her hair fast in place.
“Good afternoon, Gloria” she chimed in a sweet voice that evoked something of the spirit of the Norman Rockwell era.
Her gracefully aged face broke into a kind smile as she looked up from the magazine she was reading. Gloria looked down at the kind librarian and smiled in return. Mrs. Parsons was one of the few friends she had in the whole world and she wished she was more like the popular girls. Another truth she was all too aware of as she peered over the shelf tops at a paper airplane resting atop the 6 foot shelf, and that was she just didn’t fit in.
She walked through the row of shelves with the fiction mystery stories scanning for something interesting as she made her way to her favorite table in the corner near the back. It was a nice isolated table but well lit where the light from the skylight windows could freely stream in while she felt safe tucked within the walls and shelves. She pulled out an old wooden chair from the 1950’s era and sat down at the table,
It was a tight fit, she felt cramped but at least this chair was not made of plastic or had arms on it. Those things were too small and even if she could squeeze herself into one of those chairs with arms it would end up pinching her hips. The desks in the classroom were just too small and there was just no way could she cram herself into one of those desks. The school had arranged for a table and a chair to be set up in her homeroom and other classes at the back of the classroom. The whole thing only served to bring on more unwanted attention.
This day Gloria felt doomed as she tried to digest the bad news from the specialist the family doctor had recommended. The operation could not be performed due to the way her brain stem was in the way or something or other she didn’t really get doctor-speak. What she did get was that her condition was not going to change the way she wanted it to go. She pulled her lunch from her backpack and set a red apple, a bologna sandwich, and a small bag of Frito’s corn chips. Eating was forbidden in the library but Mrs. Parsons knew what the young girl was going through and allowed her to eat her lunch in the library…
Thirty years later and the world had only gotten even smaller. Gloria had gained a significant amount of weight since her junior high school years as she reflected back when she had weighed in at 400lbs just before she started high school. She had learned about what the comfort of a good meal could do for a forlorn spirit a long time ago. She now worked at the Santa Maria City Library after having earned her Master’s degree in Library Science. Although her father had helped her get her job at the city library she was proud nonetheless.
Lifting another heavy box of books from the night drop she placed it on a cart to be sorted, the borrower checked off as having returned the item in good condition, and the check out card scanned to ready the book for checkout. She sat each one in a pile on a birch wood library table according to which shelf it came from while she monitored foot traffic from the single sided window that looked like a mirror from the public area of the building yet allowing her to see out as if looking through sunglasses.
A seemingly young man who looked to be in his mid thirties stopped to comb his wavy brown hair in the “mirror”. He had lean, almost Elvin features to his slender body. His almond shaped brown eyes gazed into the mirror while he preened himself before an adoring audience of one. His soft gaze seemed to penetrate the glass screen and find hers as she stared upon this strange little man who had snatched her attention right out of thin air. After all she had seen hundreds of men and women primp and preen themselves in the “mirror” what did this guy have that had her so taken aback?
She pondered thoughtfully as the man with Elvin features disappeared into the outside world. She stared blankly into the glass at the spot where this man had been standing. Thoughts of meeting this mysterious man collided headlong with how shy she was in the first place. Throughout the rest of the day this mans’ image haunted her every thought making it impossible to focus. On more than one occasion she found herself jumping to see if the chime in her back room was announcing the return of the slender Elvin featured man.
The next day she arrived at the library building. As she entered the back room to get her cart she scanned the patrons of the library for the mysterious thin man she had seen yesterday. She drew the boxes of books onto the cart while keeping one eye cocked for the man she had seen yesterday. Wheeling the cart into the back room she began the morning chore of sorting and cataloguing.
As she loaded the last box back onto the cart he appeared as before. He broke out a black plastic comb and began to attempt to tame an unmanageable cowlick while admiring him self in the “mirror”. Gloria looked on in awe as he groomed, her heart began to race and she felt a rush of heat break over her like an ocean wave. As much as she wanted him she was paralyzed in the grip of her encroaching fear.
She was sitting in a heavy oak chair and couldn’t help but notice that she towered over him even while sitting, coming to grips over how she knew there was no way in heaven or on earth she would find a man taller than she was. But still he was puny and very cute. He beamed a smile at himself that seemed to feel as if it were meant for her and her alone.
Quickly turning he walked back outside and disappeared into the daylight. Looking up at the clock she noticed it was 11:30 in the morning as she made quick note to herself of the time of day he showed up. Tomorrow she would be ready. She ran the scenario through her head over and over savoring everything she would say and do if she ever got up the courage to step out the secluded back room.
The next day there was an unusual amount of book returns and unannounced or probably forgotten children’s reading by one of the library volunteers. Gloria had to set up the reading room as well as collect the books from the drop bins. She had spent most of the morning talking on the phone scheduling the reading sessions and was off her normal schedule. As she went to the front of the library to the drop bin to start to load the boxes of books onto her cart she didn’t notice that the clock on the wall read 11:34 AM.
Turning to her cart with an armload of books she almost ran into the thin, wavy haired man who had come to groom himself in the “mirror” staring at her beaming a schoolboy smile. It was not the kind of stare she was accustomed to, that gawking freak show stare she had become so hardened to. It was different kind of look one she had very little familiarity with. His gaze was transfixed not on her body but more on her eyes. It felt as if he was peering right into her soul as she felt her shyness evaporate in the warmth of his presence.
One of the books slipped out of her arm and landed on the floor at his feet with a thud. Instinctively he bent down and picked up the book and handed it to her taking notice of her colossal features. Being only 5’6” she must have easily towered over him by more than two feet as he tried to fathom her overwhelming size. As she took the book from his hand he noticed how huge her hand was compared to his.
“I believe you dropped this miss,” he stammered as he fished in an empty pool in his head for something more intelligent to say.
“Thank you very much,” she replied in an unusual baritone voice that seemed not to belong to a woman as she too was fishing from the same pool of emptiness for more intelligent words. In that moment the two were sharing a kindred spirit aside a pool of empty thoughts.
“My name is Max – Max Sunlow,” he said as he continued beaming a smile that stretched from ear to ear. “May I ask what your name is?” he queried as he adjusted his stance and gaze looking up into her towering form to once again trying to find her intoxicating brown eyes.
“Gloria,” she gulped trying to fend off the reddening blush that flushed across her face, “Gloria Van Dame.”
“It is an honor to meet you Gloria,” he replied appearing not to notice the increasing redness of her face as he stretched out his hand in friendship. “Do you work here at the Library?” he continued to query.
“Yes.” She replied shyly putting down the books and taking his hand in hers and giving a courteous handshake.
“How long have you worked here?” he asked.
“About three years this June I believe.” She stated somewhat matter-of-factly.
“How about you,” she asked “I haven’t seen you here in the library before. I am one of those people who remembers a face and I can’t say I have seen yours here.” She continued attempting to conceal her smile.
“I work at the Raytheon plant across the street.” He replied pointing to the large white, three story building with smoke glass windows. “There is a great place to eat next to the library called the Burger Barn. You ever eat there? They have the best teriyaki burger I have ever eaten. Anyways I just got hired last week as a technician and some of the people at work suggested the place. I have kind of made it a habit over the last several days.”
“Uh no, I usually take my lunch from home.” She responded. “That place is usually very crowded all the time and I don’t care for crowds much.”
“What time do you take your lunch at?” he queried with a twinkle that seemed to dance about in his almond shaped brown eyes.
“I can take my lunch pretty much whenever I like.” She said coolly trying not to reveal to him her desire as she didn’t want to spook him off. “When do you take your lunch break?” she replied.
“I am on first shift so I get my lunch at 11:30.” He responded. “Can I buy you one of those teriyaki burgers for lunch tomorrow?” he pursued, “I can bring it here so you don’t have to worry about the crowds. I can phone the order in on my break and pick it up and bring it here on my lunch.” He persuaded.
“That would be wonderful!” she almost yelped her voice climbing up an octave in anticipation. “There is a table in the center courtyard where we can eat and talk.” She said as she pointed out toward the window where a lush well manicured tropical garden with tables and a fountain that made an inviting haven for readers.
“Oh look at the time,” he said with animation in his tone of voice. I have less than twenty minutes to get my lunch and be back to work. I will see you tomorrow.” He sang off to her as he bounded out the library nearly running into the door on his way out.
Gloria drew a heavy sigh as she watched him disappear into the daylight her thoughts wandering to what tomorrow might bring. She had not dated anyone in over seven years and had pretty much resigned herself from that kind of activity after the last date. It was an enormous risk she was taking upon herself, but somehow it just felt right with this guy.
Max dashed to the crowded Burger Barn adjacent to the Santa Maria Library. He pushed his way through the packed “to go” window and announced his order that he had phoned in to the waitress. A slim freckled faced young woman with straight strawberry blond hair confirmed his order.
“Just wait over in the pick-up line over there sir and your order will be ready.” She said with a cheery smile.
It seemed to be an eternity waiting for his food. Fortunately he had the foresight to have the order prepaid on his card to streamline the process. The waitress handed him a bag that beheld the heavenly aroma of teriyaki.
As he took the bag he dashed out the door and headed back to the gleaming white Raytheon building as he wolfed the burger down on his way across the street. He hurriedly crammed fries into his mouth between intermittent gulps of soda as he walked up the long concrete path that led to a door marked Employees Entrance. Walking past the guard shack and showing his badge he tossed the uneaten remains of his lunch into the trash barrel and hurried to the microwave electronics lab where he worked.
Sitting down at his work station he had a hard time trying to focus on his task at hand of testing microwave amplifiers. The memory of Gloria was still fresh in his mind as he reminisced how supple her exceedingly large hand felt when they shook hands. His hand felt so small in hers as he recalled the sensation of her touch, the warmth and softness of her skin. She was such a wondrous woman to behold. Work was slow and Max was scratching for something to look busy with. Picking up the test procedures manual for cover he began to drift off into a daydream. He had never seen a woman so big in his entire life as he placed a mental picture of his ex-wife Nancy whom he had divorced some two years earlier next to Gloria and the difference was obvious. Nancy was no petite woman at 460 lbs and her image was tiny when sized up next to Gloria.
Gloria was not only tall she was wide as well. Her gigantic frame was more than suitable for carrying twice his ex-wife’s weight and then some. The image of her arm still hung in his thoughts as he took in the size of her arm as she was pointing out the courtyard of the library. It was clearly bigger than his entire body and had a fold of soft flesh half way up the bicep. Her torso was like a great wine barrel and her breasts were so large they even made the biggest of watermelons look somewhat small. Her thighs were like great tree trunks as he pondered whether or not they could be bigger than his ex-wife was around in the middle.
She had large graceful curves as if she had emerged from some renaissance artists painting. The thoughts of her drifted into how he might kiss her. This woman was HUGE and even if he stood on his tiptoes he would not even come close to reaching her neck let alone her sensuous pouting lips. The idea of using a chair to reach her fell into doubt as he estimated he still would not be able to reach her for a kiss as he would still have to navigate around her enormous belly and torso. The pounding of his heart swept him completely out of reality at the thought of this giantess possibly being his girlfriend.
He was sitting on the couch next to her watching a movie his head tucked under that massive arm of hers as he indulged himself in her softness and the satisfaction of having such a beautiful and powerful woman as his and his alone. She was the embodiment of feminine perfection. He drew in a heavy sigh as he neatly tied up the whole daydream in its conclusion in a bow as he fought to refocus himself back to his work.
“Max… Hey Max, wake up buddy!” came a voice that seemed to shatter the vision like a rock hurled through a window. “Max we gotta get that Honeywell order out by today.” His supervisor Les Howell insisted.
Les was a kind black gentleman in his late forties with pudgy features to his somewhat round and seasoned appearance. The hair on his head had thinned a little at the top and some grey was showing at the sides. He had a large mole on his neck that had several hairs poking out of it that Max could never seem to take his focus completely away from as he spoke in his kind gravely voice of an ex smoker. His well groomed appearance sported a blue and white pinstriped Polo shirt and matching navy blue slacks with well shined black oxford style shoes.
“We can’t miss our ship dates,” he continued “This order is marked UPS next day.” As he pointed to the lower right corner of the box containing several, small silver cased electronic amplifiers.
“This should have been in the oven before lunch.” He lectured, “We need to get all the pre-seal stuff tested and in the oven before lunch.”
“OK” Max replied respectfully, putting down the manual and picking up the blue tray containing the amplifiers.
“There is more stuff coming out of the oven in a few minutes. Its all today’s stuff and it needs to get tested and into QA before break. We should have some of tomorrow’s pre-seal in from the tuning lab after break. I like to be two days ahead on this…” Les droned on officiously to get the point of the tasks at hand across.
The only thing Max could think of was Gloria. The rest of the world could wait. As he plugged a silver cased amplifier into the test machine, he wondered what she was doing at this very moment. A beep from the machine brought him back to focus and he printed out the test results and signed the documentation. He continued testing the remaining amplifiers his mind enveloped within a daydream of endless springtime love in the arms of Gloria.
“Those arms…” he sighed silently to himself, “those wondrous magnificent arms so big and so soft.”
Placing the last amplifier in its box he walked down to the sealing lab passing women who worked in different parts of the building in the hallway. He drafted a mental comparison to his coworkers to the magnificent Gloria. There was no other woman in the entire world that could compare let alone come close. All others fell short He was at the end of his journey the blue door on his left was marked with a black sign with white lettering that read “Sealing Lab” on it.
A mild wave of heat broke over him as he entered the room. The smell of glazing compounds commingled with glues and resins while the whir of fans drowned out all other noises. There were other workers in the back of the room near the large oven chattering away in what sounded like Spanish their voices lost in the whirring of the fans.
He set the box on the pre-seal rack and headed back to the microwave testing lab. As he left the room and entered the hallway once again he became aware that Gloria would have to duck to go through most doorways. The whole idea of this concept tantalized him as he returned to the testing lab.
Time seemed to drag on for the entire day. Looking at the clock it was only 12:20 as he sat down at his bench. He drew another box from the rack above him and looked over the paperwork before hooking up the amplifier to the testing machine. Again he wondered if Gloria was thinking about him, if she liked him, if he was too short for her or too nerdy. Round and round his mind spun with thoughts of the gigantic woman he had met only an hour ago.
“Is she seeing someone and just being nice?” he pondered to himself speculatively.
“Perhaps she is using me for a burger…gawd she is beautiful and so hot.” His mind rambled as he quickly dismissed his doubt.
He grabbed another box of amplifiers off of the shelf and mindlessly hooked up the voltage leads as he was about to switch on the power he noticed the leads were hooked up backwards.
“Good save” he thought to himself. It was her voice he mused it was so, so… deep. Like a guys voice but deeper. Her voice was so rich it echoed with a distinct fullness that he had never heard before not from a man nor from a woman. He remembered her touch not from the handshake but when she had barely grazed him with her massive hips when she had to stop herself short of trampling him. He could feel the mass of her weight as the sensation of her size was transmitted by such a slight contact with her thick flank. He continued on this way for the rest of the afternoon testing one amplifier after another. It felt as if he was slogging through thick mud throughout the entire day.
The soft chiming of his wristwatch announced the afternoon break. Getting up from his chair he headed out to the front of the building. The blinding afternoon sun obscured his vision as it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change. Looking across the sprawling verdant green lawn to the library building across the street he searched for any sign of Gloria. He knew she was working inside and ached to be there with her instead of here. He looked at the library building with intensity as if he had x-ray vision trying to peer through the stone masonry and glass to see her. He could only see her in his thoughts and within his heart. Sighing he knew that would have to do for now as he turned and went back in to finish out his day.
The remaining two hours if his shift seemed to drag on like a thundering herd of racing snails. It was hard to keep focused on the task of testing amplifiers with the grand vision of Gloria taking up so much of his mental processor power. As Max left the Raytheon building the sinking sun was setting the sky aglow with dazzling hues of pink and red against the thin high cirrus clouds overhead.
Heading out to his black 1977 Ford Ranchero which he kept in immaculate condition. Although his car was a bit of a land yacht he liked its roominess and comfort despite the poor gas mileage it got. A line of cars had formed at the exit of the parking lot and he chose to wait it out as usual it was not worth the gas to sit there for twenty minutes or so waiting in line burning gas going nowhere. Clicking on the ignition key to the accessory position he popped in an old Tom Petty tape and listened to his favorite songs while the line at the exit slowly dwindled. At last the way was clear and Max was able to leave the parking lot without any waiting.
Turning left onto California Street he headed home taking a longing last look at the library for any sign of Gloria. The only thing out of the ordinary was a sleek black Lincoln Towne car limo in the library’s parking lot. As the light changed at the corner of California and Main he rubbernecked to get an eyeful of the limo and perhaps a celebrity. As he continued on down California Street he noticed a corner Italian bistro with a colorful red white and green awning and antiqued bronze lettering above the door that read “Papa Ramano’s” It was standing room only and the dinner crowd had lined up around the building causing him to notice the spectacle.
Gloria tooled her book cart about the library’s corridors assessing the number of patrons still in the building. It was nearing closing time for the library and as she shelved the last of the remaining books on her cart she took inventory of the few patrons browsing and reading quietly at the tables. She paused for a moment to take in the exodus of workers heading home from the Raytheon building across the street hoping for a glimpse of her little guy amidst the throng of people pouring out the front door.
The clock on the wall read 5:30 she knew she had to start to round up the last four remaining people and let them know that the library was about to close. She did this by walking over to the light switch panel and flicked the lights on and off several times to signal that the library was about to close. One by one they left in an orderly fashion.
She did her rounds giving the library a once over to make sure everyone had left again pausing to see if she could perhaps maybe this time get a peek at her man. Although he hadn’t even asked her to be his steady she had laid claim to him even if it was only in her thoughts at the moment. The only thing now was to take her prize and make it happen. As she set the alarm she paused in reflection at the spot where Max had her had met earlier that day. She locked the double glass doors and walked out to the back parking lot to meet her ride.
Sleep eluded her that night her thoughts were consumed by Max she
wanted to touch him and desired even more to be touched by him. The light that danced in his eyes invaded her dreams and drove her hunger to devour him. Thoughts of sitting next to him evolved to ravaging him swirling amidst her quasi dream state. Visions of him stroking her body and gazing upon her in wondrous love engulfed her as she would engulf him.
The bleating of the alarm clock jarred her awake snapping her away from her dream holding Max’s small body in her arms. A slight ripple of confusion coursed through her being as she discovered a pillow in her arms instead of her thin man. The mild reality shock gave way to the waking world as she came to realize that she and Max had a lunch date and was practically raping him in the weird dream. She tried to shake it off and get a grip on herself as she got ready for the day. Even picking out clothes to wear for the day was wrought in confusion as she wanted to be alluring and enticing but not too obvious.
Arriving at the Library that morning she opened it up and began her morning routine of collecting the night drop books, sorting, cataloguing and shelving. Time seemed to stand still, the hands on the clock seemed welded motionless in place as she plodded through the morning.
