Summary:
Lauren, the newest 10’2 resident at Reus Mansion, sits at the head of a massive family dinner table surrounded by towering sisters and family members. Nicole, at 38’8 the tallest, chats with her while others like Kayley at nearly 34 feet, Michelle at 14’2, and more fill the outsized chairs. The group banters about growth charts on a public billboard, playful rivalries, and everyday antics amid the scale differences. Lauren feels dwarfed and self-conscious, her dangling feet and oversized dress emphasizing her smallest size. Family dynamics play out with teasing, gentle handling, and mounting hunger as Greg arrives with ribs.
Here is your Story: I Felt Tiny with Giant Sisters at Family Dinner
“Wait, so… let me get this straight,” Lauren said to Nicole. “You all actually keep track of everyone’s growth… publicly?”
“Mhm, that’s right.” Nicole chuckled. Her huge hands balled into fists that drummed on the table. For Nicole, it was gentle. To Lauren, those fists looked like sledgehammers. Each one matched her torso in size, and packed way more power. Lauren knew by now Nicole didn’t mean anything by the tics. Hunger did that to her.
Settling into the Giant Setup
We don’t keep many secrets here at Reus. Nicole smiled down at the 10’2 newcomer next to her. Lauren sat in the “chair of honor” at the head of the table in the Great Hall. Nancy had picked their smallest chair. It dwarfed Lauren. Her head hit the backrest, but her legs dangled short of the seat edge. The royal blue dress hung too big. The heels Michelle had slipped back on her feet? Oversized. Even toes pointed, they dangled loose.
At least Lauren wasn’t alone in the giant chairs. On the quick tour of Reus Mansion, she’d seen the furniture outsized for everyone. Mica, Demi, Roxy topped 21, 23, 27 feet from her view. They didn’t look huge in those chairs on the table’s left. Only Roxy’s toes grazed the floor.
On the right, Jennifer at 16’8 and Michelle at 14’2 seemed smaller. Relief hit Lauren seeing Michelle’s feet dangle like hers. But Michelle towered over her, the top of Lauren’s head barely reached the bottom of those tits. In the colossal chair, Michelle looked like a kid.
‘And if she looks like that,’ Lauren thought, ‘what about me? How’s Nicole taking me seriously?’
Nicole at 38’8 topped them all. Even her chair ran big. The oak table stretched cartoon-wide. Only she and Kayley could lean forward, elbows on it.
“No, uh… no secrets, huh?” Lauren murmured. Her mind spun from everything past and present. More Reus folks filed in, strangers to her. They sat at the table’s far end. Lauren spotted the 23-foot blond from the drive in with Gail. Thick, buxom, huge ass. Not the biggest, but confident. Like a toned-down Michelle.
Lauren’s eyes drifted to her Lavender Compound roommate. Michelle argued across the table with Demi. She gestured hard, brushing short blond bangs from her face. Those piercing green eyes. The easy moves despite her size. The spunky edge softened by gentleness. Lauren couldn’t pin her feelings yet. But they grew sharper by the minute.
Michelle turned. Caught her staring. Paused mid-argument. Stuck out her tongue.
“So there’s a billboard in the center of Reus?” Lauren asked Nicole. She smiled at Michelle’s play, refocusing on the giant next to her. “With all our heights?”
“Yep!” Nicole nodded. She sat straight when Kayley next to her pushed up on her hands, trying to look taller. “And despite what my little sister’s up to… I’m at the top. Have been for a while.”
“Yeah, wait and see how long that lasts.” Kayley slumped back, eyes defiant as she pointed at Nicole’s face. “I’m catching you, sis. Watch. One day you’ll look up at me.”
“Well, she is almost 34 feet,” Nicole whispered to Lauren. She kept her voice low, knowing the newcomer still adjusted to her boom. “Maybe I should worry, huh?”
“I… uh… she has a ways to go.” To Lauren, Kayley loomed impossible. But standing, Kayley’s head missed Nicole’s chin.
Comparisons fried Lauren’s brain. Michelle and Jennifer moved fluid, quick despite size. The 20-25 footers? Alien. Demi’s arms. Roxy’s head turn. Nancy circling the table, greeting. Everyday moves looked wrong. Limbs flew fast as Lauren’s. Scale made them leisurely.
Kayley and Nicole? Another level. Lauren eyed Nicole’s hand splayed on the table. Unreal. It could wrap her 10’2 torso easy, room left. To normal adults, those palms over 2 feet wide? Preposterous.
“I’m not on the billboard yet, am I?” Lauren blurted, anxiety spiking.
“Sorry, sweetheart?” Nicole bent sideways, offering her foot-and-a-half ear. The giantess used the pet name easy, though Lauren shaved ten years off her.
“I mean, am I on it yet?” Lauren blinked at the ear.
Nicole straightened, eyebrows up, face lit with humor. “Of course! Why not? They measured you yesterday. Up you went.”
“Oh no…” Lauren sank in the chair. Public display hit wrong. Though something submissive pinged pleasant.
“Nothing to worry about.” Nicole patted her head with a finger, tousling dark brown hair messy. “Means you’re official Reus. Besides, everyone’s here for you. They know our new doll-sized resident.”
She gestured around the full table. Lauren’s chest throbbed. Nicole nailed it. Michelle, Jennifer, Demi, Mica, Roxy chatted. New faces gawked, whispering. Mouths hung open. The black-haired woman by Ruby, Demi’s size at 23 feet, stared slack-jawed.
“See? They love you.”
“I don’t know.” Lauren shifted. Heels dangled precarious. “They’re staring like I’m a zoo animal. A novelty.”
“You are the novelty.” Nicole grinned. “Smallest we’ve seen.”
Family Banter Heats Up
Lauren knew it. Anxiety stuck. She smiled down-table at new folks. Got a grimace instead. Ruby waved on eye contact. Lauren waved awkward back. Sitting head of table felt stupid. Nancy’s high seat let her see over. High chair, basically.
‘Polite. Accommodating. Laughing inside at my size.’
Self-conscious. Defiant. Aroused. Old sub urges woke, fulfillable now.
Nancy sat by Jennifer, who half-resisted her touches. Nancy petted, squeezed. Jennifer squirmed showy, but liked it.
“Geez, where’s Daddy?” Kayley exploded. “I’m staaaarrrving!” Not loud to her. To Lauren, ears needed hands over them. Michelle did same. Nancy palmed Jennifer’s ears, shot Kayley a look.
“Keep it dowwwwwn! Lavenders at table.”
“Oh right! Oops… sorrrrryyyy!” Kayley threw hands up by her face, grimacing funny.
“I always forget how sensitive you guys are.”
“We’re not sensitive.” Michelle pushed up on hands, chin out. “Our ears work fine. You’re the loudmouth.”
“Loudmouth?” Kayley grinned, eyebrow arched. “That was normal voice. Want real?”
Eyes wide, she sucked air. Michelle hands to ears fast.
“No, she doesn’t.” Nancy bounced Jennifer on knee, kneaded shoulders with huge hands. Fingers blanketed upper torso. Jennifer’s eyelids drooped. She dug the massage more than her squirms let on.
“And neither does anyone.” Nicole shook head at Kayley.
Kayley held mouth open, eyes playful, holding them hostage. Nancy and Nicole’s looks shut her down. She rolled eyes, closed up.
“Good call, young lady.” Nancy gripped Jennifer’s wrists, fingers circled easy with slack, lifted arms like marionette. “See, Jenny? I still make rules here.”
“Was Jennifer saying I’m out of control?” Kayley leaned on forearms. Looked huger.
“No, god no.” Nancy dripped sarcasm. “Not like you cracked the atrium floor last week. Jumping heels like maniac. Didn’t happen.”
“Hey, that was—”
“And you didn’t shatter your bedroom window.” Nicole winked at Lauren. “Screamed at that cat-wombat video.”
“Sugar glider! Seen ’em? Soooo cute. Can’t handle.”
“Obviously.” Nicole eyed her. “Neither could the window.”
“Careful, sis.” Kayley shook fist at her. “I’m biggest here already. Growing faster.”
“So?”
Lauren awed at Nicole’s calm. Kayley’s fist? Wrecking ball. Could punch concrete no sweat. Nearly 34 feet.
“You got months at top. Best case. Then I run it.”
“Oho, hear that, Mom? Running the show!”
Nicole’s voice stayed soft, controlled for shorties. Kayley needed work. Lauren watched Michelle switch gazes between pairs. She swigged from her 4-foot goblet of deep-red wine. Forearms flexed tipping it. She drank deep.
‘God, tipsy Michelle.’ Lauren eyed her own matching goblet. Full. To reach? Crawl forward, knees up. No strength to lift. Annoyance hit. Then exhilaration.
“Don’t care how big, Kayley.” Nancy spread hands at Jennifer’s half-braided hair. “120 feet? Dad and I run it. Boom. Right, Jenny?”
“Uh… mhm. Other side now?”
“Hmm?” Nancy had eyed Kayley swiping Nicole’s 8-foot goblet. Nicole lifted it one-handed, out of reach. Thousand pounds easy. “What, dear? Oh! Other side. Silly me. Daughters distract. Over 30 feet each. Hard to ignore. Anyway… Michelle’s level, girl! Look at you go.”
Nancy grabbed Jennifer’s 4-foot goblet, tiny in her palm, tipped it to her lips.
“Uh, other side first?”
“In a minute. Let’s get toasty. Greg’s late. As usual.”
The door to the Great Hall banged open ten minutes later, wood rattling against the frame from the force. Greg strode in, 40 feet of broad shoulders and grease-stained flannel from tinkering in the garage on that old Ford pickup. Plates of ribs hit the table first, smoky hickory scent cutting through the room, sauce dripping onto the oak. Forks clinked as everyone dug in, Michelle’s dangling heels kicking the chair leg once in rhythm. Lauren gripped her own plate’s edge, the warm ceramic steady under her palms. Nancy passed her a rib, smaller than the rest. Juice smeared Lauren’s chin. Laughter rolled low from Nicole’s end. Michelle leaned over, wiped it with her thumb. Greg boomed a hello, voice muffled by a mouthful. The royal blue dress bunched under Lauren as she shifted for seconds.
