Now you have one

George walked down the brightly lit avenue, staring at neon signs listlessly. It was Saturday night and he had decided to go to a club in the hopes of maybe finding a date. “Why not try something different?” he thought, stopping in front of an establishment known for being extravagant and lively. The sign above the entrance read: “Euphoria.” He walked towards the front door with determination, only to be stopped by your typical gorilla in a suit at the threshold. “Couples and friends only,” the doorman growled. “Well, I’m meeting my date in a bit and I thought I’d stop by for a drink first in the meantime,” George said in a sad attempt to talk his way in. “Wait outside for her, smart guy,” the Gorilla said with an… unfriendly gesture, “Now move aside.” George sighed and turned away, frustrated. “Another ruined night,” he muttered to himself as he began to walk home with his head held low. Suddenly, he collided with something, no… someone, that was as solid as a wall. He stumbled backwards and looked up… way up. In front of him was a towering woman, at least 7 feet tall. Her platform heels only accentuated her height even more. Her six muscular arms were crossed, highlighting her biceps. She was wearing a tight, sensual black outfit and her six perfectly distributed breasts seemed to further enhance her intimidating figure. Small horns adorned her forehead and her dark hair fell like a waterfall to her waist. Paradoxically, her face was quite soft and pretty, with a youthful and lively touch, despite a serious and stern expression plastered across it. “Do you have a partner?” she asked, directly. “What? Uh… no,” George stammered, still taking in the colossal presence in front of him. Without another word the goliath took him by the waist with one of her arms and lifted him as if he weighed nothing. “Now you have one. Let’s go” “Wait! What?” George didn’t have time to react as they were already on their way toward the bouncer. “Hey, lookat that. Little guy wasn’t lyin after all, right this way,” the doorman said with a snark. George was inside before he could process what had happened. Music was thumping in the air, strobe lights lit up the place, and a mix of mutant women and their partners filled the dance floor. The giant woman set him down. “Thanks. I needed you to get in. You can leave now if you want,” she smiled a brief but friendly smile and headed off to a corner of the club. George decided not to waste this opportunity. He was already inside, why not find an interesting girl to talk to… maybe even take home for the night. However, most of the women were either busy with their partners or too immersed in the music and the show. After a while of wandering around without success, he ended up alone at the bar. “On reflection, couples night is not a good setting to look for a date,” he told himself, “And I don’t think I’ll be so lucky to end up in a threesome” He ordered a drink and as he drowned his date night failure in the sweet soggy blur of watered down alcohol, he noticed the giant woman from earlier sitting on a nearby couch. Her expression was different now, a mix of sadness and melancholy. He thought for a minute and then shrugged. It’s not like he had much luck with anyone else tonight. Why not? “Hello again, everything okay?” George asked, sitting down in the chair next to her. “Not really, no.” she sighed and looked at him, somewhat surprised to have company. “My ex is here with his new girlfriend. I had a suspicion she would be here but I just had to see it for myself. It was a bad idea.” George felt a pang of empathy. “Oof. Harsh. I’m sorry. Getting over an ex always stings. What was she like?” he asked cautiously. The giant woman laughed, though without humor. “Short, beautiful, has fox ears and a few extras. We had broken up a few months ago, but… I don’t know, we had been seeing each other on and off, I thought things might work out.” George didn’t quite know what to say, but he wanted to comfort her. “Some relationships are sticky like that. But maybe it’s for the best you know? For what it’s worth, I think you’re stunning. I mean, not everyone could ignore you.” He wasn’t sure how much of this therapy session was him and how much was the booze talking. She looked at him with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “Well… thank you, thank you for listening,” the girl said, “I guess you haven’t had any luck tonight either?” “It’s not the best setting to seek company in a place where everyone has company,” George said, stretching, “The best laid plans of mice and men and all that… But talking to you isn’t so bad really. And hey, I can at the very least buy you a drink or something.” “You know, there’s something I need that you can help me with. Just don’t laugh, okay?” she said. “I won’t laugh, I promise.” The girl stretched a little, revealing her numerous breasts covered by the thin layer of fabric of her dress. “Could you lay on top of me?” George blinked, confused. “Lay on top of you?” “Y-yeah, just do it, OK? Don’t think too hard about it,” the girl said. George, driven by curiosity, approached the girl, who used her six arms to hold him in the air and lay him on top of her body. George could feel the softness of being on a kind of bed made of breasts, the largest he had ever seen. The body heat and the pleasant aroma of the girl made the experience even more pleasant. “Wow. This is… incredibly comfortable,” George said. He felt the girl’s arms hug him against her body. “I know… it’s weird but this relaxes me a lot. At home I have a big stuffed animal, almost the size of you, that I put on top of me so I can relax. I guess I’m a bit touch starved.” “Being your stuffed animal seems like a good job. I could do that for half the salary,” George said jokingly trying to flirt. “If my stuffed animal ever gives me trouble, I’ll call you.” she closed her eyes, visibly relaxing. “I don’t know your name, by the way.” “George. And you?” “Mara.”, she said as she used her upper hands to massage George’s hair. One of her lower hands involuntarily passed over George’s pants, where it collided with a bulge in his pants. “Oops!, sorry, I think I…,” Mara said between laughs. “Don’t worry,” George said, a little embarrassed. “So.. uh… do you like tall girls?” “I hadn’t considered it… until tonight.” “I haven’t been with a guy in a while,” Mara thought out loud. “Don’t think I do this often, but if you want to… I don’t know, release some tension, I’d volunteer.” “Yeah? I wonder if you could keep up with me,” Mara said. “Do you want to find out?” Mara smiled as she effortlessly picked George up and put him under one of her many arms as if he weighed nothing. “I know a place I’d like to go,” she said. George didn't protest and let the beautiful Amazon take him on a new adventure.