Large and Small
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Tripped
McDonalds was crowded. Even so, Larry had a corner seat table to himself. His
large frame and pugilistic features discouraged others from sitting next to him
or even enquiring if a seat was free. Quietly he sat eating the first of his
three burgers and watched disinterestedly as the couple at the table in front of
him stood, picked up their tray and left. Out of the corner of his eye he
noticed a tiny woman seeing the seats become free, thread her way between
occupied chairs to the table. A first he thought it was a child but focusing
more intently he noticed her unusually short legs, her normal although small
size body and slightly large head. Larry guessed she was probably less than four
feet tall. A midget. And a relatively young one at that. Involuntarily he
blatantly stared at the woman's unusual form.
Three teenaged girls and two boys sat and talked loudly at a nearby table. The
tiny woman negotiated her way round them. Suddenly one of the girls put her foot
out tripping the woman and then, speeding her to the floor with a push, spat,
"Piss off Dwarfie, or do you normally eat off the floor?" The others on her
table laughed and added their jibes as the woman tried to pick herself up and
collect the remnants of her McFlurry ice-cream spilt on the floor.
Angry but with controlled anger, Larry stood. Towering above the teenagers he
glowered at them. They went silent, half expecting him to lash out but then the
girl who had caused the trip half smiled. A smirking smile that said, "You
daren't touch me!" However, in the back of her mind she wasn't too sure he
wouldn't. A least, she told herself, there would be witnesses. Most of the
patrons were looking their way.
Effortlessly, Larry picked up the small woman and signalled to a girl table
cleaner to come and clear up the mess. "Bring her another," Larry ordered and
gave the girl a pound coin. Shaken, the woman allowed him to lead her to his
table.
She thanked him, said her name was Harriet but everyone called her Harry and
offered him the money for the McFlurry. Larry refused. "It's my pleasure to have
your company," he smiled. Across the aisle, the teenagers sniggered and made
comments but kept their voices low. They were somewhat awed by Larry's physique.
Harry finished her ice-cream, and left. Almost immediately the teenagers left as
well, leaving their empty packages on the table. Larry finished the last of his
fries, cleared his space and made his way out too. A noisy disturbance a hundred
yards along the pedestrianised road, caught his attention immediately. The
teenagers had surrounded someone. Rightly he guessed it was Harriet.
Onlookers stood amazed at the speed with which this towering hulk of a man could
run and cover the distance to the group.
"That's it Bren, give her a kicking." The speaker was the girl with vivid red,
spiky hair from the group. A boy saw Larry arrive and shouted a warning but it
was too late. Effortlessly he picked Bren up, tossed her in the air and caught
her again. With his strength she might just as easily been a baby, Twice more
Bren found herself heading skywards and then falling back into Larry's arms. Her
short skirt flew up revealing her red knickers.
"Put her down mister!" One of the boys held a knife but even so his voice was a
little shaky.
"Laddie, put the toy away and be ready to catch this one in case I toss her to
you." Larry made as if he was going to throw Bren at him but only tossed her
skywards once more. Knowing he had an illegal weapon and he might really have to
catch Bren, the boy put it away. Larry walked a few paces tossing the girl
whenever she struggled to free herself and her verbal abuse got too bad. Finally
he threw her quite gently up and on to the roof of a kiosk. She swore but Larry
only laughed and suggested her friends might want to leave her there.
He turned only to face the boy. The knife was held threateningly in his hand
again. However, the boy's reactions were not quick enough. Like lightening the
knife holding hand was seized and twisted until the knife clattered to the
ground. Microseconds later the boy too found himself on his back, the wind
forcibly knocked from his body. Larry picked up the knife, pressed the blade
against the paving slabs and broke it in two.
"Aaaahh!" Harriet tried to pick herself up but found her ankle too painful to
stand on. She'd watched bemused by Larry's display of strength and thankful he'd
come to her rescue again. Secretly she wondered if he would help her up. She
needn't have worried. When Larry saw her problem he very gently cradled her in
his arms, carried her to a taxi rank and took her to the hospital. X-rays
revealed nothing broken but the ankle was badly sprained and one arm was badly
bruised from the kicking. A nurse bandaged the ankle and suggested she didn't
walk on it for a few days.
The hospiatal procedures had taken four hours most of which were spent waiting
and chatting. By now it was late evening and pouring with rain. Larry ordered a
taxi and took Harry to her home. For just a few moments Harriet hesitated before
inviting him in but she had great difficulty in walking from the pain in her
ankle and her arm, her 'good' arm, was stiff and sore to move so she allowed him
to carry her again.
Inside, Larry was amazed at the adapting that had been done to make the place
livable for a very short person. Around the normal height kitchen units, ran a
foot high platform. All the doors to the cabinets were cut to open above this
raised platform. Even so, Harriet was only just about tall enough to use the
stove. Access to the wall cupboards required a pair of steps.
"Can I make you a pot of tea Harry?" Larry asked.
"I usually have hot chocolate but I ought to be making it for you after all you
have done for me today. I can't thank you enough." Harriet tried to hobble to
the kitchen but it was too painful to stand without using both hands for support
and the pain in her right arm was too great to put any real pressure on it.
"Just tell me where the stuff is Harry and I'll do it. Even if I have to go down
on my knees," Larry laughed. He found though, the platform was not too wide and
he could stand on the floor in the normal way although he still had to bend just
like he had to in his own kitchen. He took the drinks through to the lounge.
Harriet sat in a low chair, Larry took the settee alongside her and they carried
on talking from where they left off in the waiting room until both had finished
their drink. On implulse, he picked Harriet up and sat her on his lap for a
short while. She suddenly seemed very weary as the ordeals of the day finally
caught up with her. "I'm putting you to bed, young lady," Larry announced, "And
I am spending the night here with you." Harriet demurred but Larry dismissed her
protests and just asked if there was a spare bedroom. There was, with a normal
double bed.
"Harry, I don't want any nonsense now. I am taking you into the bathroom and
then I am going to undress you and get you to bed. You're not the first woman I
have undressed or seen naked so don't start protesting. I shan't be raping you
or anything like that. In any case you are certainly not strong enough to resist
even if you weren't in pain." Harriet did protest a little but somehow believed
she could trust him and soon allowed him to do as he wished. Larry looked at her
naked body while unfolded her nightdress. It was certainly different to any he
had seen before. The trunk was almost normal from the neck to the crotch. Nice
full breasts, firm stomach and dark pubic hair. Her legs though were much, much
shorter than usual but with normal sized feet. On the other hand Harriet's head
was slightly on the large side or perhaps it just seemed that way because of the
way we normally saw a child's head on that size frame. Harriet blushed when she
saw him looking but was now too tired to resist. Larry put on her nightdress and
tucked her in bed.
"Yeeooooow!!" Larry awoke with a start. "Aaaahhh!! Yeeooooow!!" The scream came
from Harriet's room. He quickly got up and in the light from the hallway lamp
looked in on Harriet. She was tossing around obviously having a nightmare.
Picking her up, Larry cuddled her like a baby until she awoke and calmed herself
and then carried her as she clung child-like to his chest, back to his bed.
Harriet awoke again after a few hours. "Where am I?" she thought and slowly
remembered. A glimmer of daylight was coming through the curtains. Her ankle
hurt but she couldn't move because the man's arm pinned her to him. Her
nightdress had rucked up and her stomach lay flesh to flesh against his and
between her thighs she could feel his semi-erect penis. "Did he fuck me?" she
wondered. "No," she decided, "I would be sore there if he had. But will he when
he wakes?" Harriet lay as still as she could but she needed to move her ankle
and her arm to relieve the pain a little. Gently she tried to turn out of his
grasp but only succeeded in waking him.
"Morning little one," Larry murmured, "How are you doing, Harry?" He released
his unconscious grip on her and allowed her limbs to stretch.
"Aa ooow!" Harry tried to put some pressure on her arm and lift her body but it
was still painful and she slid back. In doing so she felt Larry's hard prick
against her virgin cunt.
Larry felt it too. "Don't worry, Harry. I can't help getting hard especially
early in the morning but, as I said last night, I won't fuck you." He paused for
a few seconds, "Unless of course you want me to."
"Perhaps it would be nice," she thought, "No one has ever wanted to before. I've
never been to bed with a man before either. Pity I really am too sore at the
moment." She wondered what it would be like. Her only experience was from
reading and her own hand. "No," she answered out loud, "But I do need to get
up."
Larry carefully lifted Harriet to the floor but her foot still couldn't take her
weight and it seemed more swollen than last night and although she once again
protested, Larry carried her to the loo. As he sat her on the seat, Harriet got
a close up look at his cock. It was much larger than she expected and although
she was tempted to touch it, some inner sense forbade it. Noticing her looking
Larry smiled, "It doesn't bite but it does have a mind of its own. You look as
if you haven't seen a hard cock before." Blushingly Harriet admitted he was
right. After taking her back to bed, Larry pissed, returned and lay alongside
her. It was still only 5:30 a.m.
"You're still a virgin, I guess," asked Larry
Harriet blushed again and responded, "No one would ever willingly want to do it
with me. Not with my misshapen body."
"Don't put yourself down Harry. You may have short legs but the rest of you more
than makes up for it." Larry's hands caressed her body and played gently with
her breasts. Her nipples hardened and when he slipped his hands between her legs
her felt the moisture there. Knowing there were sexual responses, Larry was
tempted to try and fuck her but remained true to his earlier promise. If she
wanted sex, she would ask for it. In any case, with a sore arm and swollen ankle
it wouldn't be great for a first time.
For breakfast she helped him make a big plate of bacon and eggs and ate a fair
sized meal herself. There was no rush. It was Saturday and not a working day.
"I'll help you dress and then I have a training session this morning ready for
my bout tonight, but I will look in on you at lunch time and if that swelling
hasn't gone down, I'm taking you to the hospital again." Hardly had the words
left his mouth and the door bell rang. Larry answered it to find two uniformed
WPC's. WPC Karen Bradley and WPC Sharon Foulkes produced their ID cards. Larry
showed them in. Harriet tried to stand to greet them but fell back from the pain
and again winced as the Karen went to shake hands with her.
After further introductions and enquiries into Harriet's well being, Karen
started, "I guess you know why we are here." Both Larry and Harriet nodded. "The
hospital notified us of your non accidental injuries and we found witnesses who
have given their version of the events. We would like to hear what you say."
Larry and Harriet retold the story of the incident starting right from her being
tripped in McDonalds. They seemed to laugh when Larry told how he put Bren on
top of the kiosk. "Will you be preferring charges against Brenda Lee and her
gang?" asked Karen. "Bren is the real trouble maker. The others only follow and
the boy with the knife was Nigel who does everything to keep in her good books.
You may have to watch out for Brenda, she won't take kindly to the way you made
her feel small.
Harriet didn't want to press charges which seemed to disappoint the police
ladies. "We've been trying to put them away for a while, Karen said, "They have
been causing a lot of grief to many people and yet everyone seems afraid to take
them to court."
"Where they would just be told not to be so naughty again," Larry cynically
interrupted. "Ladies," he went on, "I must leave you for now. I have to have a
session with my trainer ready for tonight. If you want to contact me, I am
staying at the Saracens Head until tomorrow."
"You're one of the wrestlers on tonight at the Odeon aren't you?" Sharon spoke
almost for the first time. Larry agreed and asked if she was going. "Oh yes! I
enjoy seeing all you muscle men. Which one are you? No. Let me guess. Larry the
Lamb."
"Guilty!" laughed Larry, "You should get a job in CID. Have you got a good
seat?"
"Nah. I couldn't afford the best."
"Well go to the side entrance and ask for Henry, then say Larry has the balls
for me."
"And that gets me thrown out?"
"Only if you don't cheer for me! But now I must help Harry dress and then get
going." Once he had bra and knickers on Harriet, Larry invited the two women to
see the bruising on her arm and legs. Both were horrified. Shortly after, when
Harriet was dressed, the women police officers and Larry left together.
