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The Tangent was a beautiful bar and grill on a tropical world. Outside, waves lapped at the shore line, people mingled on the boardwalks, and somewhere a ukulele played with a singer talking about rainbows and lemon drops. I found myself rocking my hips a little to the beat as I stood at the bar. Part of me was tempted to howl every time the singer sang out, 'oooooh-oooooh'. It was a nice change of pace.

Just two days ago, I had been getting shot at by space pirates, having my hide burned to cinders by anti-ship missiles, and dealing with greedy uranium smugglers. There was none of that here. Just calm music, cool sea breezes, and unfortunately a distinct lack of companionship.

My problem was that I'm very tall. Tall enough that the human guys and girls needed a ladder to scale my toes. There are other giants out there, but there was only one right here, my bartender. The tangent was the one facility on this tropical paradise built to accommodate someone my size. There were other giants in the fleet, this place was literally built for just a handful of us to relax in. Given the consequences of a giant going space-crazy, it was a cheap trade off.

Given the massive square footage, there were large chunks of the bar counter, walls, and even tables dominated by seating for the little humans. They seemed to like it well enough, they could get served by a giant bartender and take in the sight from the towering countertop. I suppose for them it must be a peculiar novelty. It must be popular, their patronage alone seemed to keep the lights on.

Some tiny whistling came from a table near the end of the bar. My ears twitched, zeroed in, and I just about automatically walked over. It was my squad, I had taught them a few signalling whistles. They were high pitched, easily heard even in a battlefield. This particular signal was 'come here - non-urgent', there was one for 'dear god help' too. That last signal usually ended in tears for space pirates.

I stood over the table and they whistled again. This time it wasn't one of my signals. Two sharp, quick whistles, a rise and a fall. They called it a cat-call I think? I looked down at them, their table was just passed my knees. For the little guys, this was probably one of the higher views they'd had of me.

"So, that's what you look like out of that tin can," one of the crew called up, Lucky. He always made smart-ass comments, mouthed off to a general once, taunted our enemies, and he got promoted for it. Some people have a guardian angel, his worked overtime and had connections with the mob.

Most of the time on ship, I was kept isolated from the little assault squad. It was a safety feature. In those times we were together, I was almost always in my mech armor. If we were ambushed, the armor was basically a space suit, it was comforting to have on in the depths of space. Today, I was wearing swimming trunks and a loose shirt. My bare paws thumped to the faux-wooden flooring. A bit too much might've been showing through the trunks. Part of me wanted to smirk at that thought, the rest of the guys in the squad in a measuring contest.

"Yea, lemme get a microscope out so I can see what you shrimps are like out of your wrappers," I countered. Lucky ducked down a little at that. There was no animosity to it, but you really shouldn't mess with the bull if you weren't ready for the horns.

"Not funny," Lucky grumbled, looking like he wanted to disappear under the table. It didn't help that their armor was about as thin as a candy wrapper to me.

I crouched down, bringing my muzzle level with their little seating area. "So, what're you little guys doing in here anyway?"

"Sight seeing!" Junior called up, he was blessed or cursed with boyish features, a soft face, and a good nature more in line with a perfect school boy than anything else. We were thoroughly convinced he had fewer sins on his record than any holy figure in any religion.

"What sights?" I asked, "it's just a bar."

Junior flustered a bit, "yea but we've never been to a giants' bar! We might've found others like you here. And it's so freaky being on a giant table."

"You should see my room, you could use it to practice your mountaineering," I teased, after a beat, I moved on, "I think you're out of luck on giants. It's just me and the bartender." I glanced back at the guy at the bar, a Pine Marten of some form, with smooth white fur, "I think you're a bit out of luck. He seems pretty busy if you were hoping for anything more. He turned me away already." I'd been tempted a few times to do something fun with the humans, but it didn't seem wise to be that intimate with my little coworkers.

The whole squad seemed to blush, a few laughed. "No, no," Junior quickly covered, "just the sights is all."

"Is our big bad wolf look'n for a date?" Sergeant Bill called up, "why don't you park yourself at the bar and we'll find someone for a little entertainment."

I blinked at that, "there's another giant here?" I glanced around, I hadn't seen any out on the beach or in the huts set aside for housing.

"No, but I'm sure we can find you a smaller companion," Bill said, "you know there's humans into that, right?"

My cheek fur stood up a bit, a subtle flush that luckily, the humans probably knew nothing about. "I guess we can see who you'll find," I said, "if any of you little guys are brave enough." I turned to head back to the bar.

"Don't worry, we'll tell her to see the tall guy at the bar! Hopefully she doesn't have a problem finding you," Bill called, he could be as much a smartass as Lucky.

At the bar, I was unaware of a small creature approaching along the floor. She must've paused and stared up, first at my paws, and then along my legs, tail, taking in the whole sight before her. She stepped around, carefully approaching. I turned, my paws nearly knocking her back as I surveyed the room and leaned against the bar.

My pads smoothly brushed over her before my paw struck the ground with a quiet (to me) tap. She reached up, running a hand over the smooth, slightly damp leathery expanse. It wasn't quite enough contact to get my attention. Her touch was too gentle.

She wandered around the perimeter. The tiny human had a thing for paws and footplay, and being around me only amplified that by a thousand. It was more of what she liked. Soon she was between my toes, just sightseeing. To her, they were tall structures, small buildings, with long fur to grab ahold of. She never considered the danger present. I idly curled the powerful digits and finally noticed her, hearing a squeak as she was caught between two of them. Fur snugged her in on all sides in a grip too tight for her to do much more than squirm. I was careful to lower my paw slowly and spread my toes. It gave gravity a chance to pull her down to safety.

A tiny human stumbled back, blushing up at me. "Well, hello there," I boomed, stepping carefully to crouch down, a heavy paw thundering to the ground seemingly to either side of her. It really was like bending down to inspect a small insect in the ground.

She stammered up at me, jaw agape and struggling to find the words. The sky fell and it was full of fur.

"Are you lost?" I asked, not yet thinking she was my secret, arranged admirer. It seemed a little odd that she approached my paws instead of coming up on the counter. I couldn't blame her though, they were soft.

After a moment she swallowed and shook her head. It took another moment or two to get some words out. She was kinda cute, all flustered down there. "T-the guys over there..." she pointed into the distance, though not at my squad's table. "They said you wanted a special kind of date? I... I... I just thought you were kinda cute and maybe we could..." She trailed off, but I got the idea.

I smiled, sensing some fun coming and latching onto a small chance to tease her. "Mmm, and maybe you like the sight of big paws too?" I flexed my toes, small buildings rising up and then crashing to the ground. They made a nice boom for her as they hammered into the boards on the floor.

She turned a few shades redder, but nodded her head. It wasn't every day you got to play with someone enormous.

I held a hand down to her, "care for a lift?" My palm was padded, nice and smooth. I tried to hold it at an angle so she'd have an easier time climbing. It took her a few minutes. If I made a habit of this, I'd have to make a little ladder or something.

We moved out of the bar pretty quick. I couldn't help but smile down at her, "so, what's your name?" I asked, careful to keep my hand near my chest and not talk too loud.

"Alice," she said softly, she sat in my palm, leaned back, and started to stroke over the soft pad.

"I'm Sorren, so, have you always wanted to have fun with a giant?" I asked her, "what even do you wanna do? I've never done stuff with a human."

She took a moment, "I just kinda... always liked big paws, you know, being pushed around a bit by them. And maybe other bits."

I gently bent my thumb to nudge her down to her back and rub her between soft pads. "So, it's a bit of a power thing?" I asked her, "being held by something you just really can't fight against?"

Alice shivered a little between my thumb and palm. "Yea, that sounds right," she said, "just not too rough."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," I assured her, "just say something and we'll stop." I started to move my thumb back and forth, hoping to pet her a little. It was tricky, I had to pick it up just enough but not too much.

She moved, it felt like she was rubbing her head back against me, but it was hard to be sure.

"Ah, home sweet home," I said, then stepped through the door to my little beach side hut. It was fully furnished and all, but definitely wasn't as fancy as the squad's hotel. The price of being me, oh woe is me with my private stretch of beach and a cute little friend.

Inside, there was essentially an open layout. Up front was a sort of living room with a computer terminal against the wall, then a bed area, and beyond that a bathroom. The floors were more of the faux-wood, with some throw rugs. I bent down near the living area to let Alice off.

"I figure I'll strip, and you can strip if you want, we can put your clothes somewhere safe, then see what fun we have?" I offered her. "It might get a little messy if we get carried away." I was already feeling a little excited, there was a certain appeal to this whole size-difference thing afterall.

Alice slowly started to strip down. She did her best to look away, peeling off a few layers of clothes. There was a bit of modesty for her, maybe social norms about not being naked with the opposite sex. Years of work in space and locker rooms had broken me of any modesty.

I stepped away a bit and did the same. I didn't have much on to lose, but still. The shirt tugged up with easy, light and billowing in the air as I tossed it aside. It crashed down a little ways from the little human, a small ruffling of displaced air blasted out at her as it settled down. My shorts were next, swaying my hips as they rocked loose before I lifted the trunks on a paw and tossed them by her. It was another boomf of an impact, heavier than the shirt, and carrying a bit of a stronger, male scent.

When I looked down, Alice was staring up at me. It was nice to be wanted. I stepped over, letting my paws fall to the ground around her, dancing around my little friend. A paw would land right next to her, then rise and shift to the side. Another step, and another shift away, only to land next to her again. Next to her, in front of, behind, always surrounding, as if I would cut off her escape if she tried to run. She squeaked, spinning about, trying to keep track of me as I stepped around her.

"Now, you wanted to be pushed around under my paws, right?" I said, finally letting one land down right around her, my toes to either side of her. Before she could answer, I slid my paw forward. My center pad knocked her over and rested atop her. It was hot, tight, and a little damp under there, trapped between me and the floor. There were boulders stuck against a few parts of the pad, it's what we used for sand on my end of the beach.

It was no doubt sweltering under there, between my body heat and the lack of ventilation. Maybe it'd be comfier in the winter, when she might actually need my body heat. This was all just normal for me, standing here in the middle of the room. For her, it was a new experience, held down by some guy's foot and no chance of doing anything til' I was ready to let her.

I felt her squirm, and then start to rub at my foot, her soft little hands pressing to the pad, massaging it a bit. She didn't have much space to work with, her arms tucked to her sides. It was really all she could do down there. "Is it just being overpowered?" I wondered aloud, "I wonder if part of it is the danger, or the notion of being trapped." I lifted the paw teasingly, showing off the freedom that lay beyond. A cool breeze rushed in under my pad. "We could make a little game of this, see if you can get away."

For a few minutes, I couldn't be sure what she was doing. The paw canted up, I didn't have her against my pad to track her. "W-what do you get if I lose? And if I win?" she asked, as if to wager on it.

"Hmm, if I win, I think I want you to kiss my feet OR maybe spend the night OR secret option C, you can pick after we play or later tonight," I said, "and if you win, hmmm, what would you want?"

Alice was silent a moment, pondering her prize, "maybe I'll want you to tie me up. I bet something like a rubber band would" she swallowed before forcing out the words, "hold me to you."

"MMm, I think that's a fair offer," I started to lower my paw again, "grab on, while I go sit down, so we can make this more challenging." With my foot lower, she was able to grab ahold of the grooves in my pad or a strand of fur, for a brief ride over to the couch. I settled there with my paws outstretched, then pressed one to the other. "Alright little one, you count as free when you're far enough from the couch that I can't just step right on you without getting up. Afterall, I might just hold you to the floor some."

She wasted no time starting to move. Held as high up as she was, there were challenges. It wasn't safe to just jump. Even with my paws hovering over soft carpeting, she wouldn't want to tumble over the side. Alice let go of the paw she had been holding onto, just to fall on the other. She was at the top of the space between two toes.

I shifted my foot upwards, she stumbled forward until she stumbled against a toe pad resting right in front of her. She was almost caged there, between that narrow space and the immense pad. It was a wall rising above her, so much of me to contend with.

Little hands pressed against me, rubbing for a moment before she snapped back to her senses and started to climb. Her fingers duck into the little grooves of the pad and started working her way up, it was away from her destination, the safety of the ground, but she could at least try to slide down that top foot.

The massive digit began to curl, pressing down until she was pinned again, held down into the damper space between my toes, the digits weaved together for a moment. It was a bit of a tight fit. She was caught between the soft fur in my toes and the smooth pad. Admittedly, my scent was perhaps strongest there. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to moan.

It was a few minutes before she moved again. There was enough space that she could pull herself along. Alice scooted free of my grip, then rose to run for the edge of my paw. She quickly moved down over the side, using the fur as a rope until she reached the main pad risingout from my paw. She settled atop it, like sitting on a cliff before started to descend it too.

This part would be easy. My feet shifted slowly, pulling one off the other. I turned them and gently slid them together. I was careful to move slow enough that she could reorient her grip and not fall off. There was a moment of panic from her as she scrambled faster, trying to climb to the side (now the top to her) of my foot.

Behind her, my other paw closed in. It was slow and teasing, until at last she was sandwiched neatly between two hot pads. It was snugger, warmer than being held to the floor. I left her with just enough room to wiggle and squirm in there. It was kinda nice, feeling her struggle to escape me. Even nicer when she would rub more than squirm.

I felt powerful, toying with Alice down there. It was arousing. I was slowly growing hard and I couldn't help but reach up to stroke a little at myself. Other ideas crept into my mind. What if I slowly let my balls roll over her? What if I tied her to my sheath or my cock? What if I pinned her under my tongue? Would it be as hot to trap her under something like a condom, just to watch her squirm? It was my turn to squirm, just thinking about all of this

In the few minutes I'd been sitting there, Alice hadn't made another escape attempt. I leaned forward, "I think, as long as you're here, you're all mine~" I teased, "to be trapped at my toes, or wherever really." Sure, I had always known I was bigger, faster, and stronger than the humans, but now was my first time actually feeling that difference in a lustful way.

Alice leaned in and it felt like she gave me a kiss. "Being yours huh... Maybe.. Maybe I should get a collar," she said, then gave me another kiss. "Kinda kinky... right?"

I smiled and slowly let my paws angle away from each other. She was resting there at the bottom of a soft valley. "I think we could have fun with that," I leaned down and reached a claw in for her to climb up on. "So, does that mean I should just do whatever I want with my little pet human?"

She had just climbed on when I said that, paused, and blushed up at me. "I.. I think.. So," she said, it was a bit of a hard bridge to just cross. She did just admit I could do what I want. It could be dangerous to be in someone's power like that, but then again, she'd been in that position this whole time, hadn't she?

Slowly I brought my finger up, an express elevator ride for her before I sat her at my crotch on the couch. She stared up, slack jawed at the sight. A tower rose above her. From such a low angle, she really couldn't see the tip. She ventured towards my balls and I gently leaned forward, the soft skin rolling over her as my position changed. They spread a little over the couch and she was caught beneath them a moment. Alice squirmed and I sucked in a breath. It was only a small thing, a little contact, a teasing touch, but it was more than enough.

When I leaned back, and lifted the heavy orbs off her, she was clinging against me, and bucking her hips, grinding into me as best she could. "You sure seem excited," I said, then reached to gently scoot her higher up. "Wanna try the view from the top floor?"

Alice leaned in to kiss my massive balls before she moved to climb on the finger. I slowly brought her up, letting her enjoy the ride and occasionally rub against my sheath and my cock on the way up.

At the tip she settled down, spreading herself out and laying down to lower her center of gravity. It was a bit too steep for her to reliably stand up. There was already some spreading dampness at the tip. This was her highest view of me yet, my muscled chest making up the sky above her. She glanced up and back down. "I.. I can't believe this," she mumbled quietly, then went back to exploring. Her soft hands rubbed along, and occasionally she'd press her lips to me, perhaps to suck or perhaps to kiss. It was hard to tell.

"Ready for the big, messy part?" I asked, now leaning back against the couch. Her world tilted a bit, making at least her side of my length a bit more 'level'. "You can swim, right?" There was no way I wouldn't at least fill a pool at her scale.

Alice nodded enthusiastically and scooted up to the slit at the top. The precum that leaked out was already quite thick around her. She gave it a taste, soaking her face in the process before returning to the exploratory pleasure.

My hands reached down, stroking along my length before a thought occurred to me: who said I couldn't pin her to my tip? She seemed to like that. One hand worked at the base of my cock and the other reached for the tip. My fingers wrapped around and I held her to my tip with the middle of my pointer finger. Slowly, I started to work her back and forth. It was perhaps a little rough, but she didn't complain.

It felt so good, my hands and knowing she was down there. I could still feel little kisses, rubbing, her hip bucking against me. My length twitched and throbbed. No doubt, it was a bit of a shakey ride for her, pressed up and down in the tight space, shaken by my length, and still she kept at it.

I moved again, laying down on the couch. There wasn't much I could do to hold it in. Desperately, I wanted to keep the high going, but pleasure was flooding my every inch. I was panting, breathing hard, and at last blew like a volcano. Hot, white cum shot out my tip and coated my belly and chest. I let go of my cock, too taken in by it all.

Minutes passed and I realized, I had lost track of Alice in my pleasured stupor after everything. I jolted upright, then went rigid, looking around, in my fur, on the couch. "Alice?" I asked, worry inching into my voice. It was my first time with a tiny human.

Some low giggles came from my belly. I looked down and found her there nestled between my abs. She seemed almost drunk. Carefully I brought a claw down to scoop her up. She lustfully started to grind on it. Still playing maybe? I sat her on my nose. She was soaked in my cum, a thick layer sticking to her. It made her look like a goo monster of some sort.

"You sure are a horny little human," I teased, she just giggled and started to nibble at my muzzle. This was worrying. Had I somehow caused brain damaged? She didn't quite act hypoxic, her movements were still coordinated.

Carefully, I rose up and worked my way across the little beach hut until I was my computer terminal. We had a full database on human health. I didn't know if there was anything on human-giant relations. Someone MUST have done this before, right?

Pages on human anatomy flew by, common ailments, and more. None of it was helpful. She didn't have spots. No she wasn't speaking strange languages. No her eyes weren't glowing. Finally I settled for letting the on-base AI systems figure this out. Normally, these AI's sucked, but I was desperate. If you feed them cold symptoms they'll say you're about to die.

It was a quick questionnaire, human, dizzy, disoriented, sexual activity. The system abruptly asked a very specific question: has the patient had a sexual encounter, been near the genitals of, or exposed to bodily fluids from, a giant?" All of the above? I clicked yes. A brief print out followed.

Human-Giant Romantic Exposures

Abstract:

Most mammalian and similar life produces chemical secretions relating to sexual activities, pheromones. These compounds aerosolize rapidly from liquid states or may begin in a gaseous state. They are typically not directly noticed, but play a role in the functioning of the body. Humans have evolved with exposure limits specific to creatures similar to them. Various species of giant have been observed to produce greater quantities of more potent pheromones. A wide range of symptoms may result from exposure, including:

Dizziness

A drunken or inebriated state

A sensation of 'being high'

Disorientation

Lustful behavior

Loss of consciousness

These symptoms are typically non-lethal. Treatment of the condition involves removing all exposure to the fluids and supply fresh air.

Study Brief:

I had seen all I needed. We'd have to be careful about what fun we had in the future. She probably was not going to like this next part. I filled my sink with warm water, sat her in my palm, and submerged her. Alice still giggled on the way in, then struggled a bit at being in the water. I gently shifted my hands under the water, working to help clean her up. Some soap and careful rinses later, I had a clean little human.

The drunkenness continued for a few minutes still, but she seemed to be sobering up. I smiled down at her, holding her above the sink. It must've been quite a sight for her. My towering form, muscled arms rising up to either side. It felt like this might be the end of our dating.

Alice looked around, confused at first. "S-sorren?" she asked, squinting up at me. "Where... what... how?" It sounded like the sort of thing you said after a night of binge drinking. My ears wilted a bit. Had she forgotten all that we just did?

"You... you don't remember?" I asked, worried that this had all been for nothing. Well, not quite nothing. I had fun, but she should too.

"We... that was amazing... I think. You're so hot," she said, smiling up at me. I couldn't be sure if she meant that or if she was still drunk on..well, me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, "Uh... apparently, um... giants can get you little humans drunk just being near us. You might not really think that."

She blushed a bit, "that's... part of the hotness," she said, "I thought you knew." She leaned over and kissed my palm. "I didn't know it'd feel that... amazing." She was awash in pure euphoria. "I think I'll pick your Option C."

"Option C?" I asked, having forgotten all about our challenge earlier.

She nodded, "you said I could kiss your feet, spend the night, or option C," she smiled up, now laying on her back. "And I can pick."

"Oh.." My cheek fur stood on end, "I had actually thought of getting off together as our Option C."

"Then maybe I get to pick the new option C," she said, "I wanna spend your whole leave with you and treat you like a big wolf-god. And ride this high to the end."

I had no idea how long the effect of my pheromones on her would last. She had been so shy earlier. I guess hitting a home run and a chemically induced euphoria will certainly have their effects. "I do like the sound of that," I said, "I am getting to think you belong down at my feet." She brightened up at that and started to stand. "But... no more uh... pheromone things til' tomorrow. I wanna make sure you get sober... and are alright." People did stupid things when they're drunk.

Alice groaned some, "that'll be torture Sorrrennn," she complained, "but I guess I can't go against the will of a god." She playfully, somewhat mockingly bowed to kiss my palm, making a show of putting her butt up in the air before she fell over.

I reached up to a little shelf out of sight, there were some supplies bundled together inside. WIth a bit of work, I got a rubberband free from a small bundle of bandaids. She lit up red when I dangled it over her, "I think for that, I might just have to trap you down between my toes for a sunset walk on the beach."

Needless to say, I got her number. We had a wild and lustful week. It turns out, we even have a bit in common outside the size difference thing. We like the same movies and some of the same games. Just some. I never got the appeal of Halo. Now, I'm trying to get her a job in the fleet. There are several little humans who do support work for giants like me. Or maybe there's gotta be a rule about visiting girlfriends.

I know she can't wait for our next leave day. I keep sending her pictures of my paws and once or twice, a picture of something I flattened sticking to them. She keeps coming up with wild things for us to try next.