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merritstone · 04-01-2013

Last of the flashback, but still fun.

The Chink in the Armor

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It was Kristy. Well, it was Kristy at the end of a bad day.

Kristy the dirty blonde, tomboy who still managed to have decent tits and a smoking ass. Kristy, who loved going online to join Mark and friends in a multiplayer shooter on the weekends. Kristy, who worked with Mark and Judy knew- just knew- that she had the hots for him. Kristy, who was only 5’3”.

They had been at a friend’s party and Kristy had asked for help getting something off the top shelf. Why not ask Judy, wasn’t Judy right there and eight inches taller than Mark? And she asked Mark again later when Kristy couldn’t quite manage the twist-off cap to her third beer.

“Oh Mark, whatever would I do without a big, strong man like you?”

The tone was a little teasing. It had to be. Judy was within easy earshot. Hell, maybe Kristy didn’t mean anything by it. Maybe it had all been in Judy’s head, but she saw the look. It was there and then gone. A fraction of a second, but it had been there.

Mark had liked being a big, strong man… and Judy knew he’d never be that with her. Not that she needed him to be. Judy loved her little love. She preferred him how he was. The only men she had ever met that were taller than she was were always to a touch too jock-ish for her tastes.

But what if he wasn’t as happy as he could be? The doubt nibbled at her. Judy didn’t question his love, she would never question Mark’s love. But don’t men want to be taller than their mates? She knew he liked his ladies tall, but at a genetic level did he crave to be alpha? A hairy brute who comes out of his cave to drag his delicate lady flower home to be ravished. Did some secret part of him want that? Did he? If he did, she couldn’t give it.

She was just too big.

Which sucked, she never felt too big. At least she hadn’t since she came to terms with her height back in high school. But it had been a special kind of day even before Kristy.

The dress Mark picked up from the tailor’s was still too small. After berating herself for not trying it on earlier, Judy fruitlessly drove to three stores in hopes of finding something new to wear for the evening. This accomplished nothing except to making her and Mark two hours late. Finally she squeezed into the original stupid dress and wound up looking like the She-Hulk stuck in mid-transformation.

Mark assured her it wasn’t as bad as she thought, but Kristy cleared that up, too.

“It must be so hard to find clothes at your size,” she had said sympathetically while eying the strained fabric.

Judy loved her body, every last inch of it. Even so, it was later that night that Judy found herself sullen. Standing alone in her stairwell. Staring out her window at the darkened room of her next-door neighbor. Nikki was a tiny, little pixie of a woman and she was so beautiful. Those tits were the only big thing(s) about her. So big they should’ve been silly, but somehow they weren’t. Instead they were amazing and made Nikki’s every graceful movement sing with her womanhood.

It was at that moment, and perhaps only for a moment that Judy wanted to be Nikki. So small Mark could throw her into the air like a child, squealing and panting with the thrill of being manhandled. So feminine, and soft, and bouncy. So deliciously bouncy. It was so real that she could feel it, and then there had been a slight tug somewhere deep inside her. Jude had thought it was one of her heartstrings…

…but it wasn’t.

04-01-2013	#4
merritstone Frequent Poster Join Date: Jul 2005 Posts: 158	Re: A Change in Perspective (SW, gentle, slow, Amazon, BE, BR) Last of the flashback, but still fun. The Chink in the Armor --- It was Kristy. Well, it was Kristy at the end of a bad day. Kristy the dirty blonde, tomboy who still managed to have decent tits and a smoking ass. Kristy, who loved going online to join Mark and friends in a multiplayer shooter on the weekends. Kristy, who worked with Mark and Judy knew- just knew- that she had the hots for him. Kristy, who was only 5’3”. They had been at a friend’s party and Kristy had asked for help getting something off the top shelf. Why not ask Judy, wasn’t Judy right there and eight inches taller than Mark? And she asked Mark again later when Kristy couldn’t quite manage the twist-off cap to her third beer. “Oh Mark, whatever would I do without a big, strong man like you?” The tone was a little teasing. It had to be. Judy was within easy earshot. Hell, maybe Kristy didn’t mean anything by it. Maybe it had all been in Judy’s head, but she saw the look. It was there and then gone. A fraction of a second, but it had been there. Mark had liked being a big, strong man… and Judy knew he’d never be that with her. Not that she needed him to be. Judy loved her little love. She preferred him how he was. The only men she had ever met that were taller than she was were always to a touch too jock-ish for her tastes. But what if he wasn’t as happy as he could be? The doubt nibbled at her. Judy didn’t question his love, she would never question Mark’s love. But don’t men want to be taller than their mates? She knew he liked his ladies tall, but at a genetic level did he crave to be alpha? A hairy brute who comes out of his cave to drag his delicate lady flower home to be ravished. Did some secret part of him want that? Did he? If he did, she couldn’t give it. She was just too big. Which sucked, she never felt too big. At least she hadn’t since she came to terms with her height back in high school. But it had been a special kind of day even before Kristy. The dress Mark picked up from the tailor’s was still too small. After berating herself for not trying it on earlier, Judy fruitlessly drove to three stores in hopes of finding something new to wear for the evening. This accomplished nothing except to making her and Mark two hours late. Finally she squeezed into the original stupid dress and wound up looking like the She-Hulk stuck in mid-transformation. Mark assured her it wasn’t as bad as she thought, but Kristy cleared that up, too. “It must be so hard to find clothes at your size,” she had said sympathetically while eying the strained fabric. Judy loved her body, every last inch of it. Even so, it was later that night that Judy found herself sullen. Standing alone in her stairwell. Staring out her window at the darkened room of her next-door neighbor. Nikki was a tiny, little pixie of a woman and she was so beautiful. Those tits were the only big thing(s) about her. So big they should’ve been silly, but somehow they weren’t. Instead they were amazing and made Nikki’s every graceful movement sing with her womanhood. It was at that moment, and perhaps only for a moment that Judy wanted to be Nikki. So small Mark could throw her into the air like a child, squealing and panting with the thrill of being manhandled. So feminine, and soft, and bouncy. So deliciously bouncy. It was so real that she could feel it, and then there had been a slight tug somewhere deep inside her. Jude had thought it was one of her heartstrings… …but it wasn’t.