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Josh had known about Kimberly Stressel months before she appeared on campus.  A highly-recruited volleyball standout in high school, Kimberly had ended up choosing Hightower University, which promised to be a boon for the D-1 volleyball team.  The Hightower Titans had barely missed out on winning the national championship the previous year, and the addition of this promising new star was sure to push them over the finish line this season.  The school newspaper ran a headline article about her, which gushed about her intimidating stature, her imposing athleticism, her relentless drive, and even her confident, quirky sense of humor, which had apparently developed over the years as a defense mechanism against bullying. 

“You know, it’s impossible for me to see anyone bullying you now,” a reporter had said to Kimberly in a filmed interview, which had been posted on the school’s website.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t happen anymore, that’s for sure,” chuckled Kimberly, adjusting her huge legs in the chair she completely filled out, “It was pretty bad in middle school, but once I hit 7’0 in high school and started to fill out…it stopped dead in its tracks.”

“God…I bet it did,” laughed the reporter, “No one in their right mind would mess with you now.”

“You got that right,” smirked Kimberly, leaning back and striking a double-biceps pose while she winked at the camera.

It was easy to see why Kimberly had caused such a stir on campus.  She now stood at an astonishing 7’9 in her bare feet, and, weighing in at 415 lbs, she sported a toned, athletic body that was remarkably well-proportioned for her height.  Her arms were long, lean, and muscular, and her legs were thick and powerful, which all contributed to her mind-boggling statistics.  Her standing reach alone was 10’6, and her vertical leap in the college recruitment combine had set not just a national record, but a world record as well: a ridiculous 13’9.  When she got good service from the setters in a volleyball game, her spikes were indefensible.  There was just no way around it: Kimberly was a star in the making, and the only question was how many NCAA records she was going to smash before going pro.   

But really, it was her cocky attitude that set the Hightower campus astir.  Usually, it took freshmen a few months to settle into their new environment, even if they were athletes.  Kimberly, though, hit the campus like a storm.  She strutted around shamelessly, hiding none of her enormous body, arresting attention wherever she went.  If she had struggled with bullying years before, the adversity had forged an ironclad confidence and resilience that was already so seasoned and practiced that it almost came off as arrogance.  Kimberly didn’t care, though.  She wasn’t here to apologize for her size, or her strength, or her self-assured attitude.  If anything, she was here to enjoy the dumbfounded reactions that inevitably accompanied her presence.  

And if her attitude itself wasn’t enough to hit this point home, Kimberly often wore 6-inch wedge sandals around campus, which pushed her height up to a gargantuan 8’3.  She loved making a show of ducking under the 6’8 doorways when she came into class, which were shoulder-height if she was standing up straight.  She enjoyed beating the football players in feats of strength, including squatting a national-record 825 lbs during a livestream, and recording a dynamometer grip strength of 235 lbs (the closest football player’s score was 175 lbs).  And she clearly ENJOYED all this – she loved it when people filmed her, and she often played up her size, looming over people and arching her eyebrow suggestively, often leaving even the most confident tongue-tied.  

Josh watched all of this from afar, not daring to come any closer.  A junior history major, Josh was a quiet, studious student who preferred immersing himself in his studies to going out or partying.  He had a few friends, so he wasn’t totally isolated, but even though he was in his third year, Josh still hadn’t come out of his shell.  He wasn’t miserable at all, but, deep down, he wished that he could somehow find a way to interact confidently with others…especially women.

The thing was, Josh still hadn’t been able to get over the mental block about his stature.  He was 21 years old, but he only measured in at 5’0 tall…and barely, at that.  He weighed only 112 lbs, and had never really gotten into the habit of regular exercise.  He was self conscious about his shortness, and about his skinny body, but he didn’t really feel like he had the momentum to get in shape.  And anyway, he was usually tired after the hours he spent studying in the library, so he was perfectly content to go back to his dorm room and play Runescape on his computer.  It was a quiet life, one where Josh felt happy enough about his routine, and was easily able to mentally parry away the deeper insecurities he felt about himself.  

The real reason that Josh didn’t want to engage these insecurities was because, deep down, he knew the starling, discomfiting truth: he actually LIKED being this small.  He had been aware, ever since he was quite young, that he had a size fetish – he had always been very drawn to the thought of being shorter and smaller than the girls in his class, and, in a strange spritz of luck, his stature had seemed like it was hostage to his secret desires.  Ever since grade school, he had routinely been among the smallest in his class, boy or girl.  Josh had never really known what to think about his oddly intense attraction to the idea of being smaller than the girls, and he certainly wasn’t going to air it out by talking about it openly.  No – he much preferred to indulge in this fetish in secret, getting off, night after night, to size comparison art, femdom stories, and even to real-life pictures of himself looking tiny next to female classmates.  Josh had always felt a little guilty about this latter indulgence, but he figured that, as long as none of them ever knew about his fetish, it was okay.  

But now that Kimberly Stressel was strutting around campus, Josh’s size fetish had kicked into overdrive.  He had never seen anyone so huge, so majestically tall and powerful…and cockily self-assured, to boot.  Ever since hearing about her a year before, Josh had been following her social media pages, astonished at her enormous size and strength...and, it has to be said, getting off to her as well.  When he read the news on his phone that she had chosen a full-rise scholarship to Hightower University, he had gotten a spontaneous erection in the middle of eating lunch in the dining hall.  

‘Here!!  She’s…she’s coming HERE!!’ he thought to himself, not knowing what to do about his excitement, other than to get back to his dorm room as quickly as possible to…well…indulge.  But now, months later, when Kimberly was actually on campus, Josh had actually been making a point to avoid going anywhere near her.  The reason was simple: he knew full well that, should they cross paths, he would instantly get hard, no matter what the situation.  And if the stories about Kimberly’s attitude were true, she might even call everyone’s attention to it, or make a joke about it.  The idea of being humiliated in such a way was hot, yes…but Josh thought that dying from embarrassment would outweigh any erotic benefit.  The safest course of action was to avoid running into her on campus, and admire her from afar.

Late in September though, after about a month of successful avoidance, Josh’s luck ran out.  He was standing by the library entrance, waiting for it to open, having gotten there a few minutes early.  It was just before 8:00 on a Saturday morning, so campus was mostly deserted.  The early-morning sun had just risen up over the geology building to the left, bathing the campus in fresh color, and a light, cool breeze blew, hearkening the coming of autumn on its breath.  Josh breathed in deeply, expecting to inhale the pleasing crispness of the early morning air, but was surprised when the fragrant, perfumed scent of roses filled his nose instead.  Furrowing his brow, Josh looked up in front of him and saw nothing, but then, suddenly, he heard a shift behind him, and perceived the presence of something huge.  His heart jumped up into his mouth, and he turned slowly around.  There, looming high above him, her long, wavy brown hair lightly rippling in the cool morning breeze, was Kimberly Stressel…and she was staring directly down at him.

Josh froze, his mouth dropping open.  He had no idea what to do or say; his body was completely paralyzed.  She looked even more gigantic and gorgeous up close than she did in any of her pictures.  It didn’t matter in the least that she was casually dressed – her tight white tank top displayed the full impressive strength of her muscled arms and the imposing weight of her large breasts…and her tight jean shorts left none of her huge, powerful thighs to the imagination.  Josh couldn’t breathe…she was HUGE.  Her thighs alone probably weighed as much as his entire body, if not more, and he was desperate to discover that he was actually looking UP at her crotch.  As usual, Kimberly was sporting her 6-inch edge heels, making her a full 39 inches taller than him.  And everything was to scale – her handbag, which she had casually draped across her shoulder, was, from Josh’s perspective, as big as a large suitcase.  It was so big, in fact, that she could have probably fit him inside it, but on her shoulder, it just looked like a large purse.  Her hoop earrings and sunglasses were the final, exquisite touch.  She didn’t just look impressive – she looked effortlessly and unapologetically FEM.  Her eyelashes were so long that he could barely even see her eyes all the way up there, but he knew she was looking at him.

The real kicker, though, was the expression on Kimberly’s face.  She had clearly been standing there a lot longer than Josh had realized, and had been watching him.  A slow, silent smirk had spread across her full lips when he had turned around to stare up at her, and, as the seconds ticked by, the smirk never left her face.  There was nothing over-the-top about her expression, either – it was subtle, muted…and, crucially, a little SMUG.  She knew what was going on…she knew EXACTLY what was going on.  In his paralysis, Josh could feel all the years of carefully hiding his fetish melting away under her gaze.  Bright, hot red heat flushed his cheeks; his cock rose up, rock-hard in his jeans.  He could feel any possibility of playing off his attraction instantly vaporizing under her shadow.  It would have been embarrassing enough if she had started teasing him, or even if she had started engaging him in small talk, but none of that was happening.  She was just standing there, silently, staring at him, perfectly content to let the size comparison do the talking.  She didn’t just know what was going on; she loved it.  She RELISHED it.

Josh didn’t know how much time passed by.  It could have been a minute.  It could have been two minutes…hell, it could have been five minutes.  Neither of them said a word.  They both just stood there, staring at each other, letting the power dynamic seep into their bones.  All Josh knew was that the spell was broken by the clanking of the clear library doors, as the custodian unlocked them at 8 o’clock sharp.  

“G’morning Miss Stressel!” he said brightly, smiling up at her, before lowering his eyes to Josh, who was finally blinking again, “And…good morning to you, young man!”

“Good morning!” Kimberly exclaimed, the first time Josh had heard her speak in person.  Her voice was even deeper and richer than he had expected it would be, and, hearing the metallic jingling of her bracelets in the air, he looked up to see that Kimberly had extended her huge hand out in front of her, towards him.  Her eyes went down to his crotch one last time, and then back up to his face.

“After you,” she said with a wink.