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Not deterred by the vibe-killing party-foul of the most anxious of the bridesmaids, the rest of the bridal party continued their march to the street exit, arm in arm, steps in sync. As soon as the Tiny-sized automatic doors opened, hot, loud air hit the four women, and they staggered back into the quiet of the Tiny Tunnel to put in their earplugs.
“Good thinking with these, Vanessa,” Crystal said.
“This is going to be really intense, but I’m excited,” Mercedes added.
They all hooked their arms once more, and marched forward. The automated doors opened for them again, and the eerie, oversized shapes moving all around them that they had seen in the glass tunnel indoors were now all around them, but louder, darker, and bigger, as unfathomably huge cars and busses were now behind the layers of stomping, giant people. One shoe with a stiletto heel as tall as they were stomped right in front of the women, and they unhooked their arms, scurrying backwards.
“Sorry I missed you, loves!” A giant woman in a navy blue Sizeport uniform and boots said, before shouting to the giants around her, “Mind the slight visitors!” She was holding a bright red stop sign the size of her head, covered in blinking red lights, that she held above the women like a high-up umbrella, marking them as a moral hazard to any giants who were passing by this Tiny Tunnel exit.
“The Certified Giant Taxis are just this way, girls,” she added, and just a few of her steps away, there was a wide, sturdy steel tower that went up to her-chest-level, also covered in blinking red lights. The women ran to the tower under her stop sign, and got in the queue behind dozens of other tiny people of all genders, visiting from around the world. They picked their preferred type of taxi on a kiosk, waited a few more minutes, and then got in an elevator that took them 6 stories up.
“Male taxi, ready,” the giantess with the stop sign announced.
The women left the elevator, and walked a few feet from its door to a second set of sliding doors, which lead to a cushy, carpeted cabin with two rows of four chairs that looked like roller coaster seats covered with leather. The back wall had a black light shining on geometric patterns, but if you counted the open glass doors, the other three walls were all see-through.
“Welcome to your Certified Giant Taxi!” An overly perky woman explained on a video screen on the back wall. “Please buckle up, and stay seated for the whole journey! The red lights you see above you are video cameras, for your safety! The giant you’re riding on today is also equipped with body cameras on their person, so there’s nothing to worry about!”
The women buckled themselves in, with chest and lap harnesses. As soon as they did so, the clear doors in front of them shut, and more machinery whirred around them. Air conditioning blasted, and loud pop music started playing. After a loud thunk, the room they were in lurched backwards, and a loud, live voice boomed at them from above and behind them.
“Evening ladies, where are you off to tonight?”
The voice vibrated the amped-up women better than any battery-powered gadget ever could. A sun roof opened up above their chairs, and the bridesmaids could now see the huge, cheerful face of a blonde, clean-shaven, giant man, who seemed to be about their age. The giant then stepped sideways, out of the way of the busy loading tower, rocking and bouncing the passenger cabin strapped to his chest with each movement.
“We’re going to ‘Jack’s Escape!’” Vanessa shouted, thrilled.
“Good taste, friends,” the giant responded, and started walking that way.
The other women were still getting over their surprise at learning that they had willingly stepped into an inviting-looking room whose back wall was actually padded fabric covering an enormous man’s chest.
“Do you think the taxis on the giantesses have no back wall so the guys can see their cleavage?” Maria mused.
“Oh, yeah, some of the Uncertified ones do. Gets a little sweaty in those, I hear,” the giant replied. The bridal party giggled, the ice finally broken, and enjoyed how smooth his pace became once he got into his stride.
They rode on for a few minutes, staring out the clear walls at the huge urban night. Distant skyscrapers broke their brains if they tried to fathom them, but the closeby sights of the giant crowds bustling past their ride were much more interesting to watch.
When they got to the nightclub, after they paid the taxi fare, the cabin they were in jerked roughly, as their giant driver unlatched it from his chest, grabbed onto handles, and moved it down onto the ground. He then let them out directly in front of the two-sided nightclub’s Tiny entrance.
He was being careful, but it took an incredible amount of skill, that he didn’t have, to match the mechanical smoothness needed to make the descent totally comfortable for his passengers.
“Have fun, girls!” he said with a lilt, and walked away.
“The loading tower makes that last part more comfy, but it’s only at the Port,” Vanessa apologized to her friends, as they gathered up their sense of balance outside of the club.
“Whatever! Vanessa, I am not complaining, this is your night. Let’s get some thimble drinks!” Mercedes said, and the four women walked into the Tiny side of the 20-tiny-story tall nightclub, going straight for the bar.
The bottom floor of the nightclub was like every other nightclub the girls had been in, with scads of normal-sized patrons, a normal-height ceiling, loud music, and a VIP lounge in the back. The girls got a deeply underpriced sangria that was served in a giant thimble, the size of a punch bowl to them. There were thick-skinned pieces of orange pulp the length of their hands floating in the drink, but the friends were too busy dancing, getting trashed, taking group selfies, and singing along to their favorite tracks to get caught up in these details.
“Girls, you gotta check this out,” Maria said after returning from a bathroom trip. The four followed her to a blue-lit elevator bank, and read the mega-Club’s directory.
“Techno floor, hip-hop floor, 80’s floor, so?” Vanessa said.
Maria pointed to the sign for the 6th floor.
“Mixed Size Balcony!”
Vanessa’s eyes opened wide with excitement.
“We’re so doing that!”
The women got into a crowded elevator, which stopped at every floor, blasting them with a different type of music at each stop. They were the only ones who got off at the Mixed Size Balcony, and they immediately saw how this floor was different.
There was no sound system blasting on this floor, rendering it eerily quiet compared to the rest of the club. This room was three stories tall, with a tremendous glass panel covering the entire half-mile length and 3-story height of the wall that separated the small and big sides of the club. The Balcony was at the height of the middle of the giants’ bodies, the same convenient grabbing height as the giant bar counters nearby.
The women walked forward, mesmerized at what they saw through the glass.
The movements of the giants while they were walking on the street, as wild as it had been to watch from the comfort of their Giant Taxi, was nothing compared to their view of giants tearing it up on the dance floor. The crowd was a mix of younger and middle aged people, but they were all clearly having a great time. There was a glare of light from the balcony that washed out their view of the dark room from this far back, hiding some details.
The music from the giant side was coming through the glass, at a lower volume, low enough for the girls to speak to one another.
“They shouldn’t be able to shake their huge bodies that fast. They have all the strength on us, but they also have all the speed?” Mercedes said with tipsy logic.
Vanessa giggled. “Yeah those stories about giant slayers where the giant is a slow idiot, and the hero just runs around them… we wrote those to make us feel better about ourselves. It’s really no contest.” She hiccupped.
The sound of the giant dance music got louder for a moment as a small door in the glass opened up, and a group of ten college-aged men walked onto the balcony. The last man held it open for them, but Crystal shook her head no.
“Wow.” Crystal said. “I think I need tequila to actually go out there. Shots!”
“Shots!” the other three agreed, and they went to this floor’s crowded, carpeted bar. After the round, they walked out onto the balcony themselves.
The women were immediately bathed in extremely loud dance music, and orange light, from bright retail-lighting lamps installed right above their open-air, steel and wood balcony, which went on for hundreds of feet. On the giant dance floor below them, there was a giant velvet rope around the balcony, keeping the giants from accidentally knocking into it while dancing.
Every other space and experience so far had been so carefully controlled, only allowing Certified Giants to interact with them, but this was different. This was a space where the women could choose how close to get to the giants.
A beautiful, middle-aged giant woman dressed in tight jeans and a tube top showing off her ample cleavage walked through the velvet rope area, and looked over all the tinies. None of the bridesmaids were particularly bisexual, so they stood still, trying to draw as little attention as possible, and stared, as the giantess plucked one of the college boys off of the balcony as casually as she was picking a flower.
The boy screamed from being moved so quickly, but as soon as the giant woman stuffed him into her cleavage, he cheered, his dream come true. As the giantess walked away, the college boys rooted for him, as loud as a crowd at a football match.
“They look lively,” a giant, fit man dressed in a mesh tank top said as soon as the giantess left. His left arm was around the shoulder of another giant, fit man with sparkling earrings and a white crop top that showed off his six-pack abs.
“Sure,” the crop top partner said with a bored tone, and the mesh shirt giant reached for the crowd of straight college boys. They screamed and scattered, running to the left and right, bumping into the bridal party, but there was, as Vanessa said, no contest between giants and tinies. The giant man easily grabbed two of the boys in one hand, and walked away. The captured college boys were screaming the entire time until they went out of earshot from the bridal party.
“Maybe we should leave,” Crystal said.
“Maybe the next one will be a hot, straight guy,” Vanessa said, looking into the crowd, trying to get the attention of anyone who looked right. Her tiny, sparkling, well-lit movements caught the eye of a cute, bearded, straight-looking man in a football team fan uniform and tight jeans. He walked into the velvet rope area, and waved flirtily at the tiny ladies, before turning around and bringing his high-heeled, plain-looking wife into the velvet rope area with him.
The bridal party did not want to get any closer to any giant wife, and ran indoors, right as the huge couple made it over to the balcony.
The girls regrouped over a round of club sodas, trying to sober up a little, realizing they still needed to keep their wits about them. This was very different than flirting at the same sized club. It was literally impossible to say, “no thanks.”
They were close to the college boys, who were talking about the fate of their fallen comrades, very loudly.
“I’ve been here before. They ain’t allowed to take them out of the club,” one of the college boys said, with a heavy Scottish accent. “Bouncer’s got a tiny detector at the door and everything.”
“Okay but have you never talked to a gay guy? You have any idea the sort of stuff they get up to in the club bathroom?”
“May lord have mercy on James and Mohammad,” another boy said, and they all made the sign of the cross on themselves.
“Amen,” the rest said.
“And may I have the same fate as Richie next time,” another boy said, and the group got back to jovial nonsense.
The bridesmaids moved to a quieter table, and continued their own conversation.
“Girls, I know what to do. It’s expensive, but I’ll get the bill. There’s this club called ‘The Huge Embrace.’ They’re all 100% Certified and trained giants, men and women, but it’s so expensive because they’ve got a paper trail, and this special equipment so you can have all kinds of fun, safely. And you pick who you want to be with.”
The other women just looked at Vanessa, unsure.
“…You want to hire a giant gigolo?” Maria asked.
“I looked this next place up, they have a 100% safety rating, and amazing reviews,” Vanessa said, right on the edge of whining.
“This is my last chance to do something like this,” she finally brought out the Bride card.
“All right, Vanessa. Let’s get in a Giant Taxi and head on over,” Mercedes relented. “I didn’t know until this trip, Van, I never watch this kind of stuff, but I think I might be into this, too,” she added.
The other two in the group were still making up their minds.
“Come on girls, it will be a spectacle, if nothing else,” Mercedes added, until Crystal and Maria agreed.
“Okay, but all of you, don’t tell anyone that I went with you to a giant whorehouse,” Maria said.
“It’s not really about the sex. It’s based on this thing in Japan called a Hostess Club…” Vanessa started, and didn’t stop until the end of the elevator ride.
The four of them paid their tab, and headed to the Giant Taxi pickup area outside of this club.
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(Author’s Note: I gotta cite my sources - the idea of a giant Host Club was yoinked from a @Jitensha comic! One of my favorite things!)
