Jenny

Jenny was a giant, an eight foot tall lanky chunk of a monster and she dwarfed anyone she stood next to. She once even had Japanese tourists in London, near Chelsea Bridge, come up to her and offer money so that they could have their photo's taken next to her. 

It was as if she was some sort of famous London monument or statue, and they wanted to capture themselves standing next to her for later recollection, along with the naked man they had filmed escaping Buckingham Palace from a window.

Everyone was scared of her, even big steroid abusing weight lifters, who pumping iron, down the local gym. One time a bloke who trained there, and who also a bouncer at a local nightclub, had made a joke about her size, as she waited in line by herself to get stamped and go in.

She had literally picked him up by the throat and thrown him to the floor like a piece of rubbish. None of the other bouncers dared to go near her despite Jenny being by herself, hitting a lady would not have been a good look, and being beaten up by one even worse. Every Friday she would be at the club, drowning her lonesome sorrows after a week of being talked about behind her back at work. Her strength and size were a total downer for her and she so, so, wished she could be a normal females size.

She would sit down at the bar on the stool that was far too small for her, her arse literally spilling over the sides of the seat and order 4 double shots of vodka at a time, knocking them back as if they were water. She came on Friday's as they had a 2 for 1 price off deal which made the vodka the cheapest around. Bar staff and management were even so scared of her they wouldn't dare try banning her for the frequent fights she got into with drunken men, who always tried taking the piss out of her.

She was so big, alcohol hardly had any affect on her, and whilst 16 year old girls stumbled around off their heads, she was knocking back double vodkas as if they were water. In fast she drank so much, she reckoned she could probably become the world record holder for drinking shots, that's if they allowed such a “sport” into Guinness Book Of World Records.

People would constantly stare at Jenny, wondering how come she had got so big, and those drunken men that thought it was funny to take the mickey soon found out that it wasn't such a good idea to make any jokes directed her way.

She used to drink the equivalent of a bottle of Vodka before even going out, then she would go to the club to drink even more. She especially enjoyed mocking the men at the clubs show off entertainment toy, a punch bag where all the men would show how hard they were. They punched the ball and then watching an arrow spin around and round the scoreboard. The longer it span, and the higher the score, the harder the punch.

However one little jab from Jenny was enough to spin the score board around and around for a long time beating everyone else's score and making the men look weak and stupid. Any comments would be met with icy stares and sometimes if they tried to make a comment she would use their head as a punch ball instead.

No bouncer had dared try throw her out of the club after she had put that steroid freak on his back out in the queue in front of the rest of the clubbers waiting to get in. In fact the bouncers had looked scared stiff and unsure of what to do as their mate rolled around moaning on the floor. Not one bouncer had dared come to their mates aid, and they just let Jenny into the club without questions.

She desperately wanted a boyfriend and would always go on specialist dating sites to try and find someone who was as tall as her. However it seemed the only males that matched her stature, were freaks like that Mongolian man who had lived in a cave for so most of his life, scared to come out due to the local village people pointing and staring. However when he had appeared and made the papers, he had been signed by a basket ball team and made a living slam dunking balls as if the net were below him.

She longed to be able to meet him as she seemed just her height, and therefore just her type, however one day she had read in the paper that he had married a little Chinese woman. Little and Large but without the joking.

She couldn't find anyone on the websites she constantly scanned when she came home depressed and drunk from the club. She would just sit there for hours flicking through the males like a catalogue trying to find someone the right size for her. 

It was something that she cared about more than anything else, as she just wanted to be with someone who knew what she had been through, how people mocked her for her size and to be able to kiss her without standing on a stool.

One day she might find her ideal man, but at the moment, she was in a constant world of drunkenness and fights with men who thought they could take the piss out of her.

He could be out there, she just had to find someone the right height, and then everything would be okay. If only there were caves near where she lived, she would be cave diving, and man hunting all her free time.

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