Tiny Samson
(Part I)
by
Leo Fosse
He awoke, but
he didn't know where. The room was dark, only lit by
a distant blur of
light at eye level, very faint and producing no noticeable
heat. His one
overriding sensation was cold. Curled in a fetal position, his
teeth chattering, his
own skin felt chill to his touch, the only thing colder
was the hard metal
floor beneath him; his skin was so bereft of the warmth of
living tissue, he
wondered if he was dead. This certainly did not match the
famous near death
experiences. The light in front of him was neither warm
nor inviting; perhaps
he had slept through it, and the welcome wagon got
bored, leaving him in
this cold hell for eternity.
He tried to
wiggle his feet, but instead felt sickening pain coming
from his ankles. Any
attempt to move any part of his body resulted in
similar stabs from his
frozen joints; his only unparalyzed body parts were
his jaw, which moved
enough to let his teeth chatter, and his eyes which
searched the dimly lit
freezer for any information. He realized his lungs
must be working, since
breath was forming frozen clouds before his face, and
he could hear his own
slow heartbeat.
The far off
door opened and light flooded the room; his eyes sent
messages of pain to
his brain. He tried to scream, but through his shivering
mouth the only sound
that came out sounded like a small dog trying to bark
while dreaming, a
pathetic cross between a growl and a yip.
The sound made
him open his eyes, the rumble of footsteps approaching
quickly. Something on
two legs was approaching him, something very, very
big. His eyes,
unaccustomed to the light, squinted to protect themselves,
and still unable to
move his head, he peered sideways, but he was only able
to see up to the
massive calf of the monster walking toward him. Trying to
turn his neck produced
a new stab of pain, and the little man decided to
close his eyes and
accept whatever miserable fate awaited him.
Two giant
hands slid under his body, cradling him in his frozen fetal
ball. It hurt the
little man every time the giant took a step, the rumble of
the huge footfalls
shaking him and his brittle frozen joints. The only even
slightly positive
sensation was the warmth and softness of the giant hands
that held him, so much
more comfortable than the frigid floor on which he
awoke. He opened his
eyes slightly, and saw a thumb bigger than his forearm
in front of his face.
He could barely focus, but this bizarre enormous digit
transfixed him
completely. Try as he might, he could only stare at the thing
or close his eyes
shut.
Soon, the
walking stopped, and the hands holding him lowered. The
next sensation hurt
for only a moment, and then brought some relief. The
shock of the wetness
faded almost immediately, and then came the warmth. The
giant hands propped
his little body up so that his mouth was above water, and
still able to breathe,
the rest of his frozen body now immersed in a warm and
sweet smelling bath.
He opened his eyes to see where he was, but focusing
was still difficult,
and the wisps of steam produced when his frigid form was
placed in the warm
pool made the world a blur. He could tell the giant was
moving away, satisfied
that the little man was safe in the tiny pool.
The warm water
was relieving the feeling of pain he felt in the
joints he had tried to
move, but sometimes the memory of intense pain makes a
person cautious to the
point of fearfulness. He decided to try something
less dramatic. He
remembered when a friend got in an accident, and the
doctor first wanted to
check if the patient could wiggle his toes. He tried
and he could. Next he
tried to open his hands and close them again. This
was tougher, but it
didn't hurt like before, just an occasional twinge.
Soon, the little man
in the warm water was stretching his body out to its
full - if not very
impressive - height.
It was good to
have control of his body again. He was a professional
athlete, and quite a
remarkable specimen; his underwear ads made a very big
splash, and he had
lost count of how many women had asked him to sign one of
the posters. "Sign on
the biceps" they would ask boldly, or sometimes
blushing "Sign it down
there... on the thigh." He would smile politely as
they giggled
nervously, or bit their lower lip.
He tried to
remember how he got here, but everything was a blank.
His last memory was...
was it driving? Yes, he thought, I was driving, but
where? What was I
doing before? Where was I going? Where was I coming from
and when did I leave?
No answers came to these questions; it was like he had
a dream he was
driving.
Now he was
here, wherever that was. His guess was he was on another
planet, or had been
taken prisoner and was the subject of some strange
experiment. None of
this made sense, but sitting in the water he knew he
really was in some
vast room, built to giant scale, soaking in a pool of warm
water that was most
likely a sink for the colossal beings that inhabited the
world.
A sink, he
wondered, or a cooking pot? There was a scent in the
water, pleasant, not
quite sweet, almost like a spice or an herb. Cloves, he
thought? He noticed
the water was getting warmer. He remembered the old
chestnut about a
lobster in a pot, getting warmer by degrees, unable to
notice the danger
until it was too late. He climbed out of the warm bath and
onto the counter,
trying to figure how to make his escape from this kitchen
of doom.
It was a not a
difficult drop to the floor, maybe only ten feet or
so, but before he
could make good on his poorly conceived escape plan, the
giant who carried him
in returned. Make that a giantess, he realized. His
captor gasped at
seeing him out of the sink, and moved toward him, speaking
some language unknown
to him. For a moment, he thought she might be gasping
at his tremendous
physique, but the tone of her voice sounded like she was
scolding him. She
towered over him, her long legs finishing slightly higher
than the counter top
level, her head, shoulders and breasts well above his
eye level. She
grabbed him with one hand around his ribcage and dipped him
slowly back in the
water, cooing at him to reassure him that he should be
happy doing what she
was quite capable of forcing him to do in any case.
He sunk back
into the pool, and his enormous attendant knelt down so
only her head and
shoulders where above the sink level, resting her forearms
on the counter top and
her chin on the back of her hands. She was pretty,
in an odd sort of way,
he thought, a long thin face with big brown eyes. Her
long hair was pulled
back in a ponytail, with a few wispy strands framing her
face, making her look
sexually available despite her crisp businesslike
uniform. If she were
his size, he probably wouldn't give her a tumble. He
had his criteria for
the women he dated, which was "Baywatch or better";
since he was drop dead
gorgeous, he only dated women who were drop dead
gorgeous. This woman
was a little too small breasted, and her face was not
cover girl perfect.
Still, he wished she would stand up so he could get
another look at those
thirteen foot long legs.
She stared at
him intently, unnervingly. Staring at someone is an
aggressive act; when a
man stares at a strange woman, he usually only wants
one thing, and it's
often the same when a woman stares at a man. Of course,
the little man was an
athlete and a celebrity on his planet, and a remarkable
specimen on any
planet. Might as well give his public a thrill, he thought,
and he struck a pose.
His left arm stretched straight at a high, heroic
angle, his right arm
cocked to show his biceps and back muscles to greatest
effect, his pecs firm
and rounded, his rippled abs rising slowly out of the
warm water.
The giant
young woman tried stifle a giggle, but could not. She
began to laugh and
could not quite stop herself. The little man reddened in
anger and
embarrassment, and trying to make amends, the giantess cooed and
smiled at him, and
reached a giant hand toward him. She first dipped her
huge hand in the warm
water, and touched his tiny hand gently with her long
fingertips. She moved
her hand slowly inside his personal space, and he
could gauge the
incredible size difference between them better. Her hand,
from the base of her
palm to the tip of her finger, was longer than his
entire arm. She
reached his shoulder easily and seemed to be reaching behind
him. He raised his
arm in a bodybuilder pose, but she bent his arm back down
effortlessly with the
edge of her palm. She reached behind his back and
gently grabbed the
object of her interest, the long ponytail that grew to the
middle of his back.
She hummed in satisfaction as she stretched his hair
out, amazed at the
length of his wavy locks. She took the long tresses and
draped them over his
left shoulder, then placed them across his throat like a
necklace and back
behind him over his right shoulder. She made pleasant
sounds, and he could
only assume she was complimenting him in her language,
still completely
unknown to him.
A buzzer went
off, and an animating electronic device high above the
sink froze. He
guessed it must be some sort of timer, and just as quickly as
the sound went off,
the giantess plucked him from the warm water, saying
something that sounded
matter of fact. The little fellow was unused to being
physically manipulated
so easily, and it both bothered him and excited him,
especially because his
captor was subtly attractive. She wrapped his little
naked body in a large
warm cloth; he couldn't believe how quickly the alien
towel was removing the
excess moisture from his skin. In a matter of seconds,
he felt dry to the
touch, and his enormous attendant whipped the cloth off of
him, and dried his
long hair in her huge hands, cooing at his pretty locks.
Finally, she
stood up again, letting him see those stunning long legs
again. "Doop!" she
barked at him, and stood with her arms out and her feet
far apart. "Doop!"
she repeated, and pointed at him. He guessed she wanted
him to mimic her, and
he stood in a similar position. She smiled broadly.
"Zhlee!" she said,
enthusiastically.
The little man
held the position as the titan walked over to another
counter and picked up
a large object, which looked something like a large,
old fashioned news
camera, except that it had many lenses, giving it a weird
look, like some
invertebrate predator. She came back to the little man, and
aimed the device at
him. When she clicked it on, he could see little red
dots of light on his
skin in several places. Laser sights.
The little man
curled in a fetal ball, unwilling to be the focus of
this alien object. "Oko,
oko." The giant woman chided, putting the camera-
like object down and
once again standing in the arms out, legs apart. "Doop."
she commanded, and the
little man obeyed. Once again, the laser sights were
aimed at him, and
though he shivered slightly with anxiety, the giantess
smiled at him, making
him feel that while it was inevitable that he obey, it
also might not be for
the worse.
After a few
moments, the laser sights were turned off, and his
willowy attendant
removed a glowing capsule from the camera device, and then
placed the capsule in
wall outlet. She spoke to him, he guessed reassuringly,
but he couldn't
understand a thing she was saying. After a few minutes, a
bell rang and a little
door opened near the wall outlet. She reached over
and picked up a small
beige jumpsuit, styled much like the one she wore, but
tailored for the tiny
man. He climbed into his new clothes, which fit fairly
well. The giant woman
then pulled out a new gadget, which looked like a
giant soldering gun.
The little man backed away from her when she pointed it
at him and the barrel
glowed red, but the giantess touched the end with her
finger to show him
that it wasn't painful. She began to touch his jumpsuit
with the glowing red
barrel, and wherever she touched him, the suit contoured
to his body. Soon the
jumpsuit fit him very snugly indeed, but still with
surprising comfort and
freedom of movement. She giggled a bit as she made
his tiny crotch snug
enough that little would be left to the imagination.
The giantess then
handed him some tiny shoes that fastened from the toe to
the ankle with
something that must be like velcro, though he couldn't see
what was causing the
adhesion. He was now dressed very much like she was,
except the she had a
blue insignia on her collar, while his was white.
With one hand
around his ribcage, the giantess plucked the little man
from the counter and
put him on the floor; he had wanted a better view of her
incredible long legs,
but this was more than he had bargained for. Her
fantastic shapely
calves were as tall as he was, and her long thighs towered
above him, meeting
suggestively at her crotch. Her jumpsuit was nearly as
tight as his, and it
didn't take much imagination to mentally undress his
colossal companion.
She put her hands on her hips, and he found this pose
very sexy. She
snapped her fingers, which was surprisingly loud, and pointed
at him to stand behind
her. He was happy to comply, as she had a remarkable
rear end, gently
rounded where her cheeks met the top of her towering legs.
His penis was
stiffening in his tight jumpsuit just looking at her.
She began
giving him orders to walk, then stop, to wait, then come to
her, to walk ahead,
then stop. He felt sort of like a dog being trained. He
hadn't really noticed
it until she had put him on the ground, but the gravity
on this planet was
considerably less than on Earth. He could easily scamper
as quickly as his
trainer could walk with her super long legs. He wondered
if dogs on this planet
sometimes got randy with their masters, and decided to
start panting like a
puppy, howling and yapping. The giantess seemed to
understand the joke,
and clapped and laughed at his canine impersonation. He
then grabbed her
beautiful calf, and began to hump it like a love starved
Pekingese. "Oko!"
she warned, but the little man then jumped up and grabbed
one of her big
gorgeous butt cheeks in his hands and playfully bit into her
warm soft flesh.
"Oko!" she
said sharply, and spanked the little man on his tiny
behind. It stung him
deeply, and he realized she was no longer amused at his
antics. Still, the
spanking did not diminish his erection. Though he knew
she wasn't interested,
he was still very aroused in her presence.
A voice came
over a public address system, and the giantess attendant
flustered slightly.
She bent down on one knee and began speaking very
earnestly to the
little man, and though he didn't actually understand her,
he assumed this was a
"straighten up and fly right, and while you're at it,
lose the erection"
speech, and the tiny man nodded sheepishly and did his
best to think about
less arousing things than his keepers' long legs and
spectacular rear end.
The oddly
matched couple walked out of the room and strode
purposefully through a
huge hallway, where giants gawked and pointed at the
tiny man. He should
have expected that everyone on this planet was a giant,
and even "little"
people would be twenty feet tall or more, but the reality
of a crowd of colossal
people was more than a little upsetting. He was going
to have to get used to
staring into the knees of his massive captors.
The tiny man
and his long tall keeper stopped at a door, and she
straightened her
uniform and hair; clearly, this was their destination, and
she was more than a
little nervous. Everyone made him a little nervous on
this huge world, so he
didn't see any reason for concern. She gestured for
him to walk behind her
slowly, and he did as he was told. The door opened
onto a long stairway
leading up. His trainer began walking upstairs, and the
little fellow hopped
easily up the stairs, each one about two feet high. It
was easy enough
walking slower than the giant woman, but watching her walk
upstairs presented
another problem, or the same old problem. Her ass swayed
in an achingly
beautiful way as her legs climbed the stairs. He knew better
than jumping up and
giving her a squeeze, but his cock could not help but
salute her as her
cheeks rubbed against each other seductively over and over
again. She was
ignoring him now, as whoever was in the room above them was
obviously much more
important than he was; this neglect turned him on even
more, giving him
permission to think any erotic thought that entered his
dirty little mind.
As they
climbed the stairs, the room they were entering was becoming
more visible, and it
was a huge hall, even by giant standards. Crowds of
beautifully dressed
people stood on both sides of the pathway that lead to
a raised stage where
the obviously very important people were. Guards in
bright blue uniforms
stood in front of the crowds at either sides, and they
seemed to be the only
giants in the entire crowd who weren't giggling and
buzzing at the little
visitor. He was blushing like a beet, realizing that
his erection was
painfully obvious to all these giant gawkers, and he was
likely being lead to
meet some incredibly important person on this planet.
Well, he thought,
knowing it was too late now; nothing like making a good
first impression.
The little man
and his giant attendant walked up the stairs to the
raised stage; he did
his best to ignore her perfect rear end, though it made
little difference
now. He saw a very tall man with a perfectly trimmed beard
and moustache, the
only person with any facial hair in the group in front of
him. He wore a
brilliant red uniform that shone like satin, and a cape that
appeared to be made of
some soft white fur. The attendant knelt down on one
knee, and the little
man realized it would be a good idea to do the same.
The giant in red
smirked at the little man's sign of respect.
"Welcome to my
planet, my little friend. I am Rakelin Prime, ruler
of this place. Who do
I have the honor of addressing?"
"Sir, my name
is Robert Louis Olavson, from the planet Earth."
"Robert Louis
Olavson? I'm afraid there must have been some mistake.
We were looking for a
fellow named Mighty Samson."
The little man
blushed. "No, sir, no mistake. That is my stage
name." He thought it
was a little funny that he brought to some distant
planet, and his
reputation was still as a professional wrestler.
"Behold, my
friends, The Mighty Samson!" said Rakelin Prime, and the
crowd roared in
laughter. "The conqueror of Deadly Nightshade, and the
vanquisher of the Vise
Grip of the Tax Collector. A champion of an entire
planet!"
The crowd
began to chant his name like the crowds at wrestling
matches. "Sam-son!
Sam-son!" they roared and laughed in something
approaching approval
and defining derision.
"We love your
adventures here; so entertaining." the king said to
his puny guest, and
The Mighty Samson smiled weakly back. "Some of us have
even learned your
language from the broadcasts, so we could converse. Let me
introduce you to some
members of my family. Daughters; come meet the Mighty
Samson."
Three
incredible visions of beauty, giantesses all, came forward from
the group that stood
behind the ruler. Samson could not believe his eyes;
not that he was
surprised that they were gorgeous, but each was so different
from the others. His
jaw dropped as he stared up at them.
"First, my
youngest, Darcilya. She is to be wed in less than a
month's time, and her
first born will rule the planet some day."
Darcilya
stepped forward, dressed in a long flowing gown with a high
neckline. She was as
slender and graceful as any woman he had ever seen, at
least she would be if
she was five and half feet tall instead of over twenty
feet tall. Her
gorgeous curly red poured over her silky white shoulders as
she bent down to greet
the little visitor. She offered her huge hand to him,
and giggled girlishly
as he kissed it.
"Does 'Mighty'
mean very strong, Mr. Samson?"
"Yes it does,
Miss Darcilya."
The crowd
gasped a little. "You will address members of my family as
'majesty', Mighty
Samson." said the king.
"Forgive me.
Mighty means strong, majesty."
Darcilya
smiled at his quick obedience. "You are forgiven, my new
little friend. But on
this planet, maybe you should have a new name. We
could call him 'Tiny
Samson', father. Wouldn't that make more sense?" The
court chuckled in
approval, and Rakelin Prime smiled and nodded. Darcilya
rose to her full
height and walked back behind her father.
"My second
daughter, An'yash, is the Keeper of the Royal Guard."
Samson could see the
oldest daughter sneer slightly at this title, as a huge
blonde stepped
forward, dressed in what looked like a gold cheerleader's
outfit, very tight and
very revealing. She walked in a way that emphasized
her enormous bustline,
and walked up to Tiny Samson in a way that put him in
her shadow. She
didn't bend down to greet him, instead putting her foot
forward. He groveled
and bent to the ground and kissed her shoe.
"I don't see
why we should have to meet this one, father. He
obviously cannot be
expected to pass the tests you will set for him." She
said, without even the
slightest attempt to conceal her contempt.
"An'yash, my
dear, we cannot say that until the trial is over. Until
such time, he is our
guest and we will treat him accordingly." She turned on
her heel and walked
away from the puny visitor.
"And last, but
certainly not least, is Ronjadi, my direct heir. In
only a few years, she
will rule this planet in my stead."
Ronjadi
dressed in a green uniform similar in design to her father's.
She had a beautiful
dark complexion and luxurious black hair, swept up on her
head to resemble a
crown. Her build was also impressive, but in a muscular
way; she looked to be
in the kind of shape that fitness models or some female
bodybuilders are in.
"Not too soon, father; you are still young and capable."
She said graciously,
as she stepped forward to meet the tiny guest. She
leaned forward and
offered her giant hand; Tiny Samson had to stand on
tiptoes to reach it
and kiss it gently. "You must forgive my sister, Tiny
Samson. She is used
to barking orders to soldiers. Welcome to our planet."
"Thank you,
majesty. It is a thrill and an honor."
Ronjadi smiled
and raised an eyebrow slightly suggestively. "I think
we all know that you
are thrilled."
"Quite so,
daughter, you have anticipated my wishes. I do not mean
to be inhospitable,
Tiny Samson, but given your... demeanor, I must forbid my
daughters to have
anything to do with you." Rakelin Prime commanded, staring
rather pointedly at
Samson's still noticeable erection.
"Forgive me,
majesty, I mean no disrespect to your daughters or any
of the women on your
planet."
"Oh, I'm sure
it's some sort of courtesy on your planet, but here we
prefer such displays
in private." The court smirked and nodded to one
another.
"I noticed
that the woman who dressed me did not speak English."
"Why should
she? She only had to bathe you, dress you and get you to
walk here, something
she accomplished without speaking your language."
Rakelin Prime spoke
something in his language to the attendant, who replied.
The crowd began
talking among themselves, not very approvingly. Samson was
sure that the woman
was relaying the ass grabbing incident. "Is your
behavior towards this
young woman a sign of respect on your planet?"
"I apologize,
your majesty, I don't know what got into me. I think
your planet's lesser
gravity has affected me in some way." He bowed to his
attendant, who giggled
slightly; no one bowed to any but royalty on this
planet, and she was
certainly not royal.
"I have heard
similar stories before from beings from other planets;
I can only say that
ignorance of the laws of gravity is no excuse." There
was hearty laughter
from a few of the giants who had learned enough English
to understand the
king's joke. "I can forgive you this once, but I do not
want to hear of
another such incident. Since you obviously have not been
harmed physically by
your journey, I think you are ready to meet your first
test."
The king and
some of his party began to walk off the podium, and Tiny
Samson followed them;
all the subjects bowed their heads as Rakelin Prime
passed. Samson was
sorry to see that none of his daughters was in the group
of advisers with the
king, but then again there was nothing he could do, or
dare do, to any of
these giant young women. His name was already mud on this
planet, and he had
barely been here an hour.
The king's
party left the grand hall and walked through the corridor
to another large room,
which Samson concluded must be a preschool of some
sort. Giant children,
all of them at least ten feet tall and few of them
older than toddlers,
were playing and screaming and running around like crazy
people, or more
accurately, like young children. It was more than a little
frightening to Tiny
Samson, who became a focus of attention, like a new puppy
or kitten. These
babies were huge, even bigger than his old nemesis Titanic
Terrance, a slow and
clumsy seven and a half foot tall Irishman who wasn't
much of a wrestler,
but had a terrific personality and very loyal fans. It
was a standing joke on
the wrestling circuit that Titanic Terrance's fans
would hurt you more on
the way back to the dressing room than Terrance ever
could in the ring.
These children, on the other hand, looked as if they
could wreak havoc all
on their own without any help; Samson's heart raced as
he wondered what his
test would be.
One of the
children - a big, healthy boy about three years old who
was among the crowd of
kids fascinated with Tiny Samson - was picked up by an
attendant and taken to
a smaller room, and the king, his advisors and the
miniature guest
followed. The boy was a little distressed at first, but when
he saw Tiny Samson
following, he squealed happily and waved. Samson smiled
at the boy, but turned
on his heel when a block sailed over his head. One of
the children behind
him had thrown it, and yelped and clapped when he got any
response from his tiny
target. There wasn't any real meanness in the attack,
just one of those
things little kids do to see what will happen. Samson
fretted quietly,
thinking about what he might expect from a ten foot tall
toddler.
The door to
the smaller room closed behind them, and the child was
put down on the
floor. The boy immediately ran up to Tiny Samson and began
to babble excitedly;
he had a tight grip on a favorite blanket, and did not
appear to pose any
immediate physical threat. Samson smiled and patted the
child's arm to show
his own friendly intentions. The arm was soft, as one
would expect from a
three year old's physical development, but it was huge,
closer to the size of
an adult human's thigh.
Rakelin Prime
spoke. "Tiny Samson, I would like you to take the
baby's blanket from
him and give it to me."
"Majesty, the
blanket is obviously important to the child. I think
it would be cruel to
take it from him."
"You are not
here to question your tasks, my little Earthling friend,
but to obey my wishes
to the best of your ability."
"Yes,
majesty." answered Tiny Samson, and set about figuring out how
to steal a blanket
from a very big baby.
The child was
still very happy to babble and stare at the puny little
person. Tiny Samson
jumped straight up in the air, and the babe shrieked and
clapped in delight as
the little man jumped higher than he expected. The
baby tried to jump,
but his coordination was not good enough for him to jump
very high; Tiny Samson
had hoped the boy would drop the blanket in his
excitement to mimic
his new little friend, but holding on to his favorite
blanket was obviously
priority number one in the baby's brain.
On to tactic
two, thought Tiny Samson. He grabbed the end of the
blanket, and as he
expected, the baby screamed and tried to pull away. Tiny
Samson began to spin
the boy around, and the child, still anxious, got into
the spirit of the new
game. Once Samson felt a little dizzy, he let go and
the big baby fell
unceremoniously on his butt. The huge child tried to get
up, but was surprised
to be very dizzy, perhaps for the first time. Getting
up was more effort
than he expected, and he had to let go of the blanket to
get back to his feet.
Samson, with his superior coordination, picked up the
blanket and took it to
the king.
"Here you are,
majesty. I hope you plan to give it back to the boy.
It's was we call a
'security blanket' back on Earth, and I don't think he's
ready psychologically
to give it... Oh!" Samson's explanation was
interrupted by the
child's angry fist hitting him from behind. Samson, as
part of his job, had
been hit in the head with folding chairs more often than
he could remember;
this hurt significantly more. He was lucky not to be
knocked cold, and he
was able to duck and avoid the rest of the child's
onslaught. The king,
showing some compassion at last, gave the boy back his
blanket, which
restored the peace for the moment. The boy looked at his new
companion with
unhidden hurt and distrust.
"Your task is
to take care of the boy for the rest of the day, Tiny
Samson. There is food
in the cupboard on the far wall, and there is a
bathroom facility
behind this door. The boy knows how to go to the bathroom
by himself, but you
will have to... clean up after him. It is also
imperative that the
child take a nap. Do you understand?"
"Yes,
Majesty. Feed the child, keep him clean, make him take a nap."
"Very good,
Tiny Samson; we shall return in five miplahs, when the
clock on the wall
shall have three red dots and three blue stripes." All the
adult giants left the
room and only Tiny Samson and the giant child remained.
The boy
retreated to a corner; Samson knew better than to follow him,
and instead started to
play with some of the toys, throwing a big brightly
colored ball against a
wall and catching it. The ball was somewhat bigger
than a basketball - it
was the smallest ball in the room - but Samson was
able to dribble it.
It was a little too big to easily do tricks with - like
between the legs and
behind the back - but the boy was fascinated to watch
and soon wanted to
join in. Samson did his best to help the boy emulate him,
but dribbling a ball
was beyond the child's coordination. Soon, Samson
thought of teaching
the boy to play catch. He would roll the ball to the
giant toddler, who
would smother it, and throw it wildly toward Samson. The
Earthling could catch
almost everything, especially since he could jump so
high in the lesser
gravity of this new, strange planet.
Ask anyone who
has tried; keeping up with a toddler is exhausting.
Even a finely trained
athlete like Samson was ready to take a break long
before his playmate
showed any sign of letting up. He began to roll the ball
away from the child
slightly, so that the kid had to run after the ball,
giving Samson a short
break. Even with the child getting more exercise, he
wasn't getting tired
by any stretch of the imagination. The game might be
dull to an adult, but
it was new and fresh and exciting to the baby, and
Samson realized his
playmate could literally go on like this all day. Samson
couldn't make out how
much time had passed; the clock on the wall was still a
mysterious pattern to
him, but once his interest in the game was completely
spent, he thought he
would try to get the baby to take a nap by pretending to
take a nap himself.
The strategy failed. Samson bedded down on a giant
pillow, made himself
comfy and closed his eyes, pretending to go to sleep.
The boy tried to make
him get up, but Samson refused. After a few minutes,
the baby got bored
trying to rouse his new playmate, and found something else
to amuse himself.
Samson was physically tired, but not actually sleepy so it
was easy to keep an
eye on the boy and still get some rest.
After a while,
the boy came to Samson, grabbing his crotch and
babbling. This sign
language was clear enough; the boy had to go to the
bathroom and was
unable to open the door. Samson lead him to the huge door,
jumped high and
unlatched the lock. The boy did his business, and Samson
congratulated him.
The toddler was proud of this ability, and even praise
from a miniature adult
made him happy. Once he was finished, he wanted to
play ball again. I've
created a monster, thought Tiny Samson.
Samson hadn't
taken care of a child since he was a teenager, but he
figured out most of
the signals. The huge toddler made it very clear when he
had to go to the
bathroom, and was as clear about when he was hungry. Tiny
Samson ate with the
boy, and the food, though strange, wasn't bad. The drink
was a pinkish milk, a
little blander than milk on Earth but clearly a similar
liquid. The food was
crunchy and sweet, with an aftertaste something like
cinnamon. The one
signal the child never gave was that of wanting to take a
nap; that was
something the giants and humans had in common. Young animals
of nearly all species
are more than happy to sleep, except humans and these
humanlike giants.
Samson was actually amazed at the physical similarity of
these titans and
humans; except for the size difference, he couldn't see any
noticeable difference
between the giant child he had to take care of and a
three year old boy on
Earth. Not even pointy ears or a crinkle cut fries on
the bridges of their
noses, like aliens on Star Trek, thought Tiny Samson.
The day
dragged on without much animosity; children often get very
angry over an
incident, only to forget it completely soon after. The toddler
had books he liked to
look at, bright pretty pictures with sparse text on
each big page.
Because Samson looked like an adult, the child hoped he would
be able to read the
stories to him, but on this planet Tiny Samson was just
as illiterate as a
child. He looked at the pictures and tried to extrapolate
the story from the
images, making noises that he guessed the odd animals
would make. The child
seemed to know his little companion was making stuff
up as he went along,
and got into the spirit of the new game, growling and
shouting out animal
noises as well as he could. Some of them were very
realistic, thought
Tiny Samson, not like 'oinks' or 'moos', and the Earthling
could only guess that
these were the actual noises made by the animals in the
picture books.
Samson was
frazzled and worn when Rakelin Prime and his advisors
returned to the small
schoolroom where the Earthling and the boy had spent
the day. Samson had
no way of knowing that five miplahs was nearly fifteen
hours of Earth time,
which was a large reason for his being so exhausted.
Rakelin Prime's first
question cut to the heart of the matter.
"So, Tiny
Samson, did the boy take a nap?"
"No, sire, I
was unable to get him to lie down."
"We thought
this might be a problem. No real harm done, though you
have failed the first
test. I must admit I'm disappointed in you, but we
should have realized
that your small stature would mean that you would have
no authority over even
the smallest of children."
"I'm sorry to
have disappointed you, majesty. I will attempt to do
better in my next
task."
"You are
obviously very tired. You will be fed and allowed to sleep;
your next labor will
take place tomorrow."
An attendant
was given the task of feeding Tiny Samson. The giant,
this time a male to
avoid repetition of his bad manners with his female
attendant, cut up a
meal meant for a giant into a portion more suitable for
so little a person.
It wasn't as sweet and bland as children's food, not
surprisingly, but it
was a little disconcerting. The meat had a flavor kind
of like liver - not a
favorite of Tiny Samson - but looked like chicken. A
yellow vegetable that
looked like giant corn tasted like tomatoes with onions
or garlic, and a green
vegetable had a slimy texture that made it difficult
to enjoy its spicy
flavor. The giant wiped Samson's mouth after he finished
eating - he half
expected the huge man to burp him as well - and lead him
back to Rakelin's
grand chamber.
"Are you full,
Tiny Samson? Was the food satisfactory?"
"Thank you,
majesty; I ate very well."
The king asked
the attendant a question; the giant answered formally.
"You didn't like the
green food?"
"It had a
strange texture, majesty, an odd feel to it."
"That was the
sauce; it makes the food easier to digest. We'll
instruct the chef to
prepare it differently next time."
"Thank you,
majesty."
"It's hard to
imagine someone not enjoying mucous, but it's a big
galaxy, I suppose."
said Rakelin Prime. Tiny Samson made a very
uncomfortable face.
"Let me take you to where you will sleep."
The king and
his company led the little Earthling to a place in a
little used corridor.
There was no bedding of any kind. "We will send a
guard to wake you in
the morning."
"On my planet,
we usually sleep on softer objects called beds and
pillows."
"We have have
very similar things here, but I can't see why such
luxuries should be
given to one who failed in his simple task. After all, it
looked like you slept
a few times while you supposed to be taking care of the
child."
"I laid down,
majesty, but I didn't sleep. I was trying to get the
child to emulate me."
"Your plan
failed, Tiny Samson, and this is reward for failure. Next
time, succeed. We
might even let you watch some TV from your own planet."
The advisors laughed
down at Tiny Samson, who could see he had little chance
to negotiate a better
situation. He laid down on the floor and tried his
best to get
comfortable. At least it wasn't as hard and cold as the place he
woke up in when he
first came to this place.
Samson was
curling up, trying to get some rest but unable to reach
sleep, when he heard
giant footsteps approaching down the corridor where he
was quartered. He
looked up and saw a giant couple. The woman wore a very
short black dress and
the man was dressed in a stylish suit. He didn't
recognize the woman
until she spoke. It was his attendant.
He stared up
at her incredible legs, covered in shiny leggings like
pantyhose. She told a
story to her companion, who had an arm draped over her
huge shoulder. She
made a sound like "dee-oop!" and her finger straightened
and pointed up to the
ceiling; clearly the story of his erection was being
recounted. The giant
man shook a finger at the tiny naughty scamp curled on
the floor, and the
giantess said something, then made a very grand show of
kissing her
boyfriend. She was slightly shorter than her companion, so she
made a show of going
on tiptoes to kiss him, even bending one leg at the knee
as the kiss extended
longer and longer. Tiny Samson stifled a groan looking
up at the spectacular
legs on display, a display calculated to remind him that
he would never get any
closer to this sexy colossus than he was right now.
When the kiss ended,
the giantess waved goodbye to Tiny Samson, and the
couple walked away,
her arm around his shoulder and his arm around her waist.
As he watched them,
she pointedly took her boyfriend's hand and slid it down
to her perfect swaying
ass. He mused how well one of her smooth round cheeks
fit in her beau's huge
hand, while it was wider across than Tiny Samson's
shoulders. There was
going to no impressing women on this planet, he
thought; even with all
his muscles, he was just too little and weak to make
any female swoon on
this world of giants.
Well, Robert,
he thought to himself, might as well enjoy the show;
this is as close as
you're going to having a woman, at least until they send
you back to Earth, if
they had any plans of letting him make a return trip.
He laid down, his side
against the hard floor, using his arm as a pillow.
Try to think
positively, he thought, giving himself a mental pep talk; After
all, that was one of
the pieces of advice he gave to all the Little Samsons
out in TV land, as he
called his fans. You're alive, there's food to eat and
air to breathe. You
haven't been abducted by those weird aliens who do
experiments on
people. There are two more tests, and that's two more
opportunities to
succeed. You can do, Robby, my boy. You're a champ, and
don't forget it.
He drifted off
into sleep, and in his dreams he was surrounded by
beautiful women,
smiling alluringly and beckoning him onward. But each time
he approached one, she
became unapproachable. Some would fly away, or push
him aside, or begin to
grow. Now all of them were growing, bigger and
bigger, or maybe he
was shrinking. He was on a table top of some sort, and
the sound of feminine
laughter was ringing down from the skies. One of the
women got out a
magnifying glass. "Here he is!" she laughed, and the other
giantesses tried to
get a look. They all found it very amusing, but Samson's
heart began to race in
fear. He felt himself being picked up off the table.
"Are you okay, Tiny
Samson? Don't you want me? Make me happy, little man;
that's an order!"
He awoke to
find himself cradled in giant girlish hands. It took him
only a moment to
recognize Darcilya, Rakelin Prime's youngest daughter. He
said nothing, but she
shushed him anyway. "Be very quiet. If my father
finds out, we'll both
be in trouble." She whispered to her little captive,
and giggled with
pleasure and excitement. She carried him quickly, and very
quietly for one so
large, through the corridors and into what he guessed must
be her room; the
loudest sound was the rustle of her floor length nightgown.
She turned on the
lights to reveal a grand chamber, beautifully appointed
with an enormous bed
with a canopy. She took him to her bed, pulled back the
covers and tucked
herself and her little companion in, then pressed a switch
above her headboard,
which turned off the electric lighting and lit several
candles placed around
the room. She giggled again and cuddled Tiny Samson to
her enormous torso,
kissing his forehead and hushing him again before he had
said a word.
See? he
thought to himself. It's important to keep a positive
attitude.
"Majesty, I
thought your father forbid you to have anything to do
with me." Tiny Samson
whispered.
"Daddy can be
such a big mean person sometimes. It's not nice to
make you sleep out on
the floor in a hallway. You're so far from home and
you don't have any
friends and I thought you would be lonely and sad. Are
you lonely and sad,
Tiny Samson?"
"Not right
now, no, majesty."
"But you were,
weren't you?"
"Yes,
majesty."
"You don't
have to call me majesty, silly little... silly. You can
call me... DarDar."
Tiny Samson
kissed her on her big chin. "Yes, DarDar."
"And I'll call
you... let's see... Tiny? Silly? Little CuteCute?
Oh, I don't know, I'll
just call you whatever I want. You'll know who I'm
talking to because
your the only one here."
"Yes, DarDar."
Darcilya
squealed quietly and hugged him hard. He was lucky her arms
and left breast were
so soft, because she possessed enough power to crush him
into paste, and even a
hug would be fatal if she used just her long powerful
fingers to squeeze
him. She loosened her grip and he inhaled again. "We
need to talk."
"What about,
DarDar?"
"Mukt'la."
she giggled a little. "They wouldn't teach me the word
in your language.
It's when , you know, a man and a woman get married and
what they do to make a
baby."
"We call that
sex in my language."
"Yes, Tiny
Samson, you have to teach me about sex!"
Samson gulped
upon hearing this, realizing that a hug from this teen
titan nearly made him
pass out, and actual intercourse could be - quite
unintentionally to be
sure - a lethal risk. "W-well..." he stammered
slightly, "What do you
already know?"
"Almost
nothing. They tell me my husband will tell me everything at
the proper time, but
what does he know? He's not supposed to have had any
sex before our wedding
night, either."
"You know that
men and women are different, right?"
"Oh, sure,
I've seen people naked and everything, but until today, I
had never seen a
man's... " She grabbed his erect cock between her huge thumb
and forefinger, so
firmly that he nearly came on the spot. "What do you call
this?"
"That's my
penis."
"I had never
seen what a man's penis looked like standing up. It
makes things a lot
clearer on what a man does when he sexes a woman."
"Has sex with
a woman, DarDar. We call it having sex."
"What else do
you call it?" she asked, excitedly.
"We call it
making love, or intercourse..."
"I thought
there was another word, something shorter."
"It's a crude
term, but sometimes we call it fucking."
"Fucking!
That's it! I'm going to fuck my husband on my wedding
night! I can't stop
thinking about fucking him. It's always on my mind, and
I don't even know what
it will be like. Fucking! It so exciting." She
squeezed him tight,
and he had to try to push her huge hand gently away from
his helpless hard
cock, for fear of being castrated accidentally in her
innocent exuberance.
"Sorry, Tiny. Did I hurt you?"
"No, DarDar,
but be careful. You could hurt me very easily."
"Do I frighten
you?" She smiled, and he could tell she got some not
completely innocent
glee from the idea of her enormous power of her tiny
tutor in the secret
arts of fucking. He looked up into her beautiful giant
face, into her
gorgeous green eyes that seem to shine like beacons even in
the dim flickering
candlelight and for the first time, he was a little afraid
of this stunningly
beautiful powerhouse.
"No, you seem
like a very nice young lady, but you are very big and
strong, and you have
to remember it, DarDar." There is an old saying; if you
let a horse know that
it could kill you if it wanted to, you had best not try
to ride it.
"Maybe you
should remember it instead, Little Silly." She giggled and
began to squeeze him
in a very strong hug that got progressively harder and
harder. She laughed as
she saw him squirm, trying pointlessly to free himself
from her. "You won't
forget I'm big and strong, will you, Tiny Samson?" she
mocked and finally
stopped squeezing harder, but still held him breathlessly
helpless.
"No..." he
gasped weakly.
"I can't hear
you, Silly; you won't forget, will you?"
He shook his
head vigorously and tried to speak louder, but still
only managed a
breathless gasp. It was clear she thought this was a game,
and Tiny Samson also
suspected she knew how close he was to blacking out, if
not suffocating
completely.
Just then a
knock came at the door. "Darcilya, dear, are you awake?"
"Yes, Daddy; I
mean, I'm trying to sleep, but I just woke up. Is
something the
matter?" She stopped squeezing the tiny man, but as he tried
to catch his breath,
her huge hand covered his mouth to insure his silence.
"The Earthling
isn't where he supposed to be. Have you seen him?"
"No, Daddy."
"We don't want
him wandering around; he could get in some mischief,
and we don't want him
to be hurt."
"No, Daddy; he
can't get into my room, Daddy. It's locked."
"Of course.
Just making sure you haven't seen him."
"No, Daddy."
"Well, then,
goodnight." Footsteps withdrew from the door, and
Darcilya breathed a
sigh of relief. She looked down at her little bedmate
and kissed him gently,
completely forgetting the wicked way she toyed with
his life.
"DarDar, why
did your Daddy ask you these questions in English?"
asked Tiny Samson.
Darcilya
gasped. "Do you think he suspects?"
"I think he
might."
"Then we're
going to have to be extra quiet." With that she kissed
him for the first time
on the lips, her huge mouth not moving when she kissed
him. His lips nibbled
at her large lower lip, and she tasted like an exotic
fruit, vaguely like
strawberries with a extra flavor he couldn't quite place.
She was so lovely and
yet inexperienced; it was like nothing he had done
since he was in high
school. The only difference was that this homecoming
queen could flatten
the whole football team with a wave of her arm if she
wanted to, and he was
just one tiny man.
"Why do you
kiss like that, little silly?"
"Like what?"
"Like this."
Darcilya then began to push her lips hard around Tiny
Samson's face.
"Take it easy;
be gentle." he warned. "It's okay not to move your
lips when you kiss a
friend or a family member, but you should really enjoy
the taste of someone
you're attracted to."
"Are you
attracted to me?" she asked, her face brightening.
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