(Size difference, overpenetration, body distortion, stretching, nobody dies)

"I'm sorry I lied on, on my dating profile, but-"

"Oh, no, no. It's a shock, to be sure, but..." He sighed. "We live in a weird, weird world, you know?" David swirled his drink in his glass. "Besides. We spent a month doing texts and, and phone calls, and..." He felt his face going a bit red, then looked down and over at her.

Caroline blushed red herself, almost as red as her hair. She bit her lip, and giggled nervously. "... The photos...? A... And videos...?"

David let out a ragged breath, and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. I like you, Caroline. And... We both know what we want out of this."

Caroline nodded, looking up at him earnestly. She stood up from her little chair and table, on top of the table. "We can't just... Be friends."

David looked down at Caroline. She looked exactly like her photos. Exactly. Right down to the scale.

She was about two feet tall.

David was a couple inches under seven.

"Yeah. I want to try, Caroline." He reached out and carefully touched her cheek.

Caroline sighed, and put her hands on his massive finger. He used his thumb to rub her hand.

He didn't think, moving his hand to rub her hair. She was practically purring, the poor little was starved for touch.

Then David realized he'd twisted her arm entirely the wrong way. It was bent backwards and wound around his finger. ... And she didn't seem to notice.

He sighed, and twirled his finger a couple more times, winding her rubbery limb around his finger. She didn't notice until he'd wound her arm up to her shoulder. Her little eyes went wide, and she looked terrified, eyes snapping back and forth between her pretzeled limb and his face. She was expecting... Disgust, terror, fear?

Rejection.

David just let out a sigh, and a tired smile.

"Hello again, Slingshot. It's been a while."

She looked confused, and squinted at David. He picked up the shiny silver butterknife and held it out, blocking his eyes behind a reflective strip.

She gasped. "Anvil!?" She pulled hard, trying to untangle her limb. She was strong, stronger than most normal women, and she'd beaten him down more than once.

David shook his head, and went back to stroking her cheek, stroking her hair. "Not for five years..." he said, feeling the tiny woman tremble, then slowly, slowly relax under his fingers. He let her hand go, felt her arm unravel from his fingers.

She didn't run. She didn't sock him, either. She just leaned into his hand and looked up at him.

"... I... I just... I just want to be... Caroline."

David smiled. "And I'm just David, now."

She blushed, and sighed, and slumped over into his hand. "Okay. ... Let's... Let's get out of here."

David paused a moment, then rolled his hand under Caroline, scooping her up. She blinked, then giggled as she wriggled herself into his broad palm.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we could make this work..." She said. It was hope in her voice, not confidence, but you have to start somewhere.



It was a quick walk back to David's apartment, and in less than ten minutes he was flat on his back on the couch, Caroline walking across his bare chest, kneeling down to run her hands across his bare skin.

"Wow... It got you, too...?" She asked, caressing his pectorals.

"Mmm... Filled in my bald patch, took away every other hair..." he murmured.

Whatever had made him Anvil, made her Slingshot, made all the other Supers that had started appearing with their wildly divergent powers, it was consistent on a couple things.

Nobody has body hair, nobody has visible body fat, everyone looks like they should be on a magazine cover.

He could think of a few Caroline would work on, watching her stand up again. Her tits looked massive on her tiny frame, and either it was her elasticity or less gravity, but they rode huge and round and high on her chest.

Tiny middle, perky ass... He chuckled as he ran a finger down her back, made her squeak and blush as he rubbed her rear.

They both knew what they wanted. How to get it was the real question.

"Gotta ask you, Caroline. What... I mean. I saw at least... Five different costumes on you when you Supered, and now this..." He gestured at her outfit, all shiny stretchy fluorescents and brazen prints.

She laughed, and folded her arms over her head. "Woke up one day and I was a third the height I was the night before... The only woman with clothes my size was a Big Barbie." Caroline grinned at the memory, running her hands down her sides, stretching the dress over her wide hips. "And Barbie dressed like a stripper, back then." She giggled and sighed. "Maybe... Maybe I'm bein' dumb, but... Spend so much time bein' gawky an' bucktoothed... And alla sudden? All that 'Oooh Barbie gives bad body image to girls' crap? Yeah, well, when it alla sudden fits... Kinda fits!" She laughed again, sitting back on his chest, kicking her legs high to show off her ridiculous shoes. "I had ta let out the chest and hips and cinch in the waist. Goddamn I'm more Barbie than Barbie, and... And I guess I really like that." She sighed happily, getting up on her knees, arms sweeping up behind her head to toss out her big red hair. "So yeah, that's why I still dress like a stripper."

David laughed. "Oh, I'd throw money..." He rumbled.

She grinned, and tossed her hair again. "Baby, you're not afraid to touch me. That's already money enough..." She bounced on her knees, listening to the music trickling in through the windows. She found her beat, and started to move, slinking back up to her feet, hips swaying as she danced on his chest, fussing with her chunky belt. Maybe it was a bracelet before, he couldn't tell.

She peeled her stretchy, shiny dress up and over her head, tossing her hair as she tossed her clothes aside, and looked back over her shoulder. She was gripping, kneading, squeezing her tits, lifting one up to wrap her lips around a huge nipple.

He'd had his hands on plenty of fake tits before. None of them had that same squish and bounce Caroline had. They looked huge and overpacked on her body, impossibly round, but they were real enough.

She bent from her hips, folding double as she whisked the tiniest panties he'd ever seen down her long legs, then tossed her hair again as she stood up. He could watch her flip her hair like that all day.

"The shoes stay..." She was purring at him, and she tried to prod him with her heel.

Between her tiny size and weight, and him being Anvil, he barely noticed. "I'm a man, Caroline... A hot, naked woman demands to strut around in high heels? I won't beg you to stop..."

She giggled, her iron confidence suddenly wilting to girlish bashfulness. "Good... 'Cause I spent too long in these giant heels an'nowtstuhrdtwlkwdutm..." Her voice shrank and turned into a mumble.

"Didn't quite hear that."

She harrumpfed, hands on hips as she stomped her foot down, showing proper Super confidence again. "Because I wore them too much and now I can't walk with-Eeep!"

She squealed as he dragged her up to his mouth. He wanted a taste. He pulled her by the ankles, forced her into a broad splits, and put nearly all of her hips in his mouth. She moaned and wailed as his tongue slithered across her hairless snatch, then let out a surprised squeal as he wound her rubbery legs around his fingers, pulling and stretching her legs, stretching her tiny snatch open to shove his tongue up inside her.

That broke something inside her. She didn't shriek or squeal, she just let out a tiny little peep of a sound and started to shake, her hands clutching at his nose.

When he pulled his tongue back, it was like uncorking her voice. She let out a loud... Well, it was a scream, but it was the happiest scream he'd ever heard, and she tasted delicious when she squirted all over his tongue.

He laughed softly, and let her legs unwind from his fingers. Gently chewing on her pelvis to keep Caroline mewling, he unbuckled his pants and kicked them away.

He licked her ass, flicked his tongue across her cheeks, and she made little gasping noises when he pulled her from his mouth.

"Caroline. I'm gonna fuck you now."

"Mmkay" she squeaked.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Caroline."

"... Espleese..." She whispered, her head spinning.

"... I can't promise I'll be gentle."

Her mind snapped back into her head, and she glared at David. "Don't you fucking dare treat me like glass."

He laughed, and brought her down to the Anvil's Horn. It made her rethink everything.

She was all of 24 inches if she took off her heels, and still nearly thirteen inches was leg.

His cock was at least eightteen inches long, and at least four thick.

He held her against it, moaned as he stroked her body against his shaft, felt her tits rolling and rubbing against his throbbing member.

Then he held her by the thighs, and pulled a bit. She couldn't do it herself but he stretched her pelvis, making her squeak and squeal as her holes opened.

He pressed his cock against her gaping asshole. She had a moment to consider how many years, how many meals she'd eaten, and yet... Supers never shit.

Why do they still have assholes?

Well. To take a cock, apparently.

She let out a shriek as he pulled her hips down, her body bending back as her belly distended. He pumped her up and down a few times, but seemed dissatisfied.

He shifted his grip, holding her around the torso as he pushed her down again. Her pelvis splayed, her waist bulged, and her chest spread as he pulled her down, his cock cramming her thundering heart off to one side. He let out a ragged moan at that, and pulled a bit harder. She felt her neck stretching, pushed up and away from her body.

David gave her long, glorious red hair a tug, and when her head cocked back, her throat recoiled while her mouth stretched and gawped. She stared in horrified fascination at a good four inches of his giant cock jutting out from her mouth.

She tried licking, rolling her tongue around his dick, but there was too much to really do anything with.

Then he started to pump her up and down, using her rubbery body like a masturbation sleeve. She couldn't think, her brain was gleeful pink mush. She wriggled her limbs a little as his throbbing veins kneaded her body from the inside, pumping her up and down over his cock.

She couldn't do a thing about it and she loved it.

He rolled over, from habit or instinct, and started pounding through her little body, faster and faster. She could feel his cock throbbing, his balls churning, and she noticed he was pointing his dick at a framed picture.

It was herself. Blushing, biting her bottom lip, standing with her legs spread wide, one hand kneading her breast and the other between her legs, spreading her pussy open.

She'd sent it to him when he asked "Where do you want this to go?"

There was a little bit of scum on the glass. It was his favourite picture, it seemed.

He moaned, and his cock throbbed inside her, splashing steaming hot spunk all over her picture's face and tits.

She gurgled softly as she twitched and shook in his hands, leaking her own mess from her stretched little cunt, riding it out as David slowed to a stop and rolled back, his hand falling limp and releasing her.

When his head cleared, Caroline had pulled herself free.

He glanced at his favourite picture.

Caroline was pressed tits-to-tits against her own image under the glass, their sizes exactly the same, his jizz smeared over her skin. When she was sure he was watching, comprehending, she started licking his cum off the glass, watching David as she slurped his cum off the picture of her tits.

Yeah.

They knew what they wanted out of this

And they were gonna make it work.