VII. Studying the Case

For some reason, her description made him arouse even more. Later he tried to analyse the phenomenon, and concluded that he loved seeing his lover towering over anybody, no matter how short or tall a person was. Maybe tall even better. Or not? It would be nice to make a picture of her with a dwarf, then with an average man or woman, and then with some very tall guy or girl and to check afterwards which picture would make him excited most of all. He liked the idea so much that considered to share it with Breta and make the experiment happen. Maybe, he thought, only maybe, if it works, he could write an article or even a brochure on the issue that up until now hasn't been studied much.

He didn't know how Breta would react on his plan, but was afraid; she could find it offensive, like he would make her guinea pig or something. Meanwhile, he buried himself in the issue more and more, searching related materials in the internet and even in a local library. He learnt that human history knew quite a few giant and giantesses (the word he wouldn't like to apply to his beautiful girlfriend, he'd rather call her a very tall or extremely tall woman), but even among them Breta was without any doubt one of the tallest, at least when it came to a recorded cases. Also, as far as he understood, she was truly unique: despite being eight feet tall, she didn't experience any major health problems, at least didn't seem to.

He found out that his father and, arguably, himself weren't alone in their fetish (he'd prefer not to call it this way, but couldn't find a proper alternative); many males and even females were attracted to extremely tall women, particularly to theirs unusually long legs. To make them look even longer, he learnt, many giantesses in past and present would wear very high heels, and common people would just love that. He couldn't argue: he knew it already on his own example.

One day Breta, who by the time had a key of his flat, caught him studying height related materials. 'Sorry,' she said, 'I didn't mean to breach your privacy.'

'It's all right,' was the answer. 'You know, I've been thinking a lot about what you've asked me the other night: why I was so much fond of a woman who is twice my height.' He kissed her in the nose as she sat down on the floor next to his chair. 'Unable to find the question by my own, I started to read all this stuff and, to my surprise, discovered that the issue is pretty much terra incognita. So I decided to study as much material as possible and then summarise everything in a serious article. To clarify the matters once for good.'

Breta laughed and kissed him back. 'Be careful, you could be involved into this Tall Women stuff too deep and end up in Oxford as a professor of height related psychology. But I like the idea: it would be nice to get an answer on my question, so let me be the first person to read your article when it's finished. All in all', she giggled, 'I'm not the shortest human being in the world, and the height issue plays a prominent - should I say notorious? - role in my life. And if you need a help from me, just ask.'

'You said that!' And Robin described the idea of comparisons. Breta thought a little. 'Sounds interesting,' she finally said, 'but it could take some time to find several people of different heights who would agree to participate. Why meanwhile not to conduct a similar experiment which would only take you and me? At least we could try two situations: very tall woman with a normal handsome man and very tall woman with a very tall handsome man.'

'How do we suppose to do that?'

'Well, you are a handsome man of an average height, aren't you?' she smiled and added, 'Or just a little bit shorter, but who cares of couple of inches when only feet count? So let's make a picture of us standing next to each other as we are. And then, if you will lift yourself up by couple of feet, you'll be as tall as that guy from America. It'll be fake, of course, but still can give you impression of how I can look next to a supertall man. The only picture that you can't get this way is myself with a very short person.' She paused. 'Even with the heels on the height difference won't be that significant, but I'm sure, you'll find somebody in a due time.'

The idea was brilliant. And Robin even thought, there was a solution not to miss the third comparison. He didn't tell Breta, but found in the web a Dutch shoemaker specialized on extreme styles and all sorts of fetish footwear, and ordered boots on platforms of maximum thickness possible. Her size, of course. The e-mail stated, they were going to be 51 centimetres high, and to cost a whooping 660 euros. He could afford that: his recently emerged status let his income to rise considerably, so he didn't hesitate to enter his debit card details.