Height Comparison in High Heels | Tall Women Short Man | Chapter 3

It had been a month since Mayuri and I started dating. I never really expected it to last beyond the first date, but here I am, waiting for her, at my apartment itself. 

My furnished and tidy 1 BHK homespace which I cleaned specifically only when Mayuri was coming. 

Otherwise, why'd I even care? Not like I am the most hygienic of 'em all. 

Blah!

You must be wondering why we never go out on dates, right? Why always at home while we don't even engage in..you know...18+ stuff. 

Well, we prefer to chill at home only. We both live on our own, away from our families, in rented apartments to get some personal space. 

We don't really feel the need to go out when we can always chill watching an anime & eating Chinese. 

I am brought out of my daydreaming as the bell rings. 

Ting Tong. 

A smile engulfs my face.

When Mayuri walks in, I notice the grin on her face before I see the bag in her hand. She was looking radiant in her yellow top and blue jeans. 

She looked like she was up to something, and knowing her, that “something” was probably going to leave me feeling like a mini version of myself.

“What’s in the bag?” I ask, trying to sound casual, though I was definitely intrigued.

“Oh, you’ll see,” she replies with a sly smile. She set it down on my coffee table and slowly pulled out a massive pair of heels. And then another. And another. Each pair looked more insane than the last.

“You brought…heels?” I stammer, eyeing the towering footwear. “That one looks like it’s a foot tall!”

I gulp, already imagining how each of those would make her grow taller and taller over me. “So…are we really doing this?”

“Absolutely,” she laughed, already slipping into the first pair of 2-inch heels. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to realize just how small you really are.”

Ohh boy! Was I in for a treat? Hell Yeah

With the 2-inch heels on, Mayuri stands up to a solid 6’7”, and I immediately notice the difference. Suddenly, I’m staring just below her chest, and to even meet her gaze, I have to tilt my head back. A wave of excitement and intimidation washes over me; being just below her chest like this makes her seem larger than life.

“So?” she asks, her voice teasing. “How’s the view from down there?”

“Honestly…kinda amazing,” I admit, feeling a strange thrill at being just below her chest level.

She reaches down, ruffling my hair. “Aw,” she coos, her words dripping with mock sympathy. “Guess it’s going to be a bit hard to see eye to eye, huh?”

I chuckle, nervously looking up at her. “Maybe you could lean down a little?”

She laughs and stands even taller. “Not a chance. Get used to looking up, Shivam. There’s more where this came from.”

When she slips into the 5-inch heels, she shoots up to 7 feet exactly. Standing next to her now, I’m staring at her ribcage. My head barely reaches her collarbone, and I’m left craning my neck back even further just to see her face. She notices it, too, her expression a mixture of delight and amusement.

“Feeling a little overwhelmed?” she asks, leaning down with a smirk. “I mean, you’re way below my chest now.”

I try to play it cool. “Nope, all good,” I reply, though inside, I’m reeling. This is an entirely new feeling, and honestly, it’s exhilarating.

“Yeah?” she raises an eyebrow, holding my phone high above her head. “Then prove it—come and get this,” she teases, dangling my phone well out of reach.

I laugh, trying to grab it, but I can’t even come close. She just laughs as I stretch and jump, her arm effortlessly lifting the phone higher each time.

“Face it, Shivam,” she says with a smirk, “you’re never reaching this. Not with me up here.”

“Alright, alright,” I mutter, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled. “Just…give it back.”

She leans down, her gaze amused as she finally hands it back. “But it’s so cute seeing you try,” she teases, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I have to admit! Seeing her all high and mighty left me all squeaky in the knees. Her over-empowering presence made me all the more excited, not to mention submissive as well. 

Standing up close to her in those heels I had to move back to look at her face. 

Otherwise, all that I'd see would be her cuties (yeah, I'd given them a nickname) staring right back at me. 

With the 7-inch heels on, Mayuri now towers at an astounding 7’2”. I find myself eye-level with her ribs, barely halfway up her body. The feeling is almost surreal; she seems so impossibly tall now, her figure filling my vision. I can’t help but feel a little flustered, overwhelmed by the sheer size difference.

“Well?” she asks, placing a hand on her hip and looking down at me with a grin. “Ready to admit you’re in way over your head?”

I swallow, grinning up at her. “I might be…just a little.”

She laughs, bending down slightly so she can look at me more easily. Even crouched, she’s still a good head taller, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Oh, you’re way more than ‘a little’ outmatched,” she teases. “Look at you—you’re practically doll-sized next to me.” She extends her arm, giving me a little nudge that makes me stumble backward, which only makes her laugh harder. “Aw, can’t keep your balance?”

“You’re just lucky you’re, like, a giant right now,” I mutter, playfully annoyed.

“Exactly,” she replies, grinning. “And I’m loving every second of it.”

The moment she puts on those 12-inch heels and stands up, I feel like the room shrinks around us. At 7’7”, Mayuri is towering, her presence filling the space completely. I’m just above her waist now, and looking up at her feels like looking up at the ceiling.

She gazes down at me, arms crossed, a smirk playing at her lips. “Well, short stuff? How do you feel now?”

I don't even know how short I'd look from her perspective. Little than a kindergartner I guess. 

“Like I should start calling you ‘Your Highness,’” I reply, unable to hide my amazement. She seems so impossibly tall, almost like a figure out of a dream, or a myth. My heart races as I look up, feeling completely dwarfed and, if I’m honest, absolutely thrilled.

“Hmm, I like that,” she says thoughtfully. “But don’t think you’re off the hook.” She reaches down, her fingers brushing against my cheek before resting on my shoulder. “Are you going to try reaching me one last time?”

I laugh, already knowing how this will end. “Sure, why not?” I say, giving it one last jump. But I don’t even make it to her chest. She bursts into laughter, shaking her head as she looks down at me with that smug, teasing expression.

“Oh, my poor Shivu,” she coos, reaching down and tousling my hair. “You’re practically a little action figure next to me now.”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help smiling. “Alright, alright, you win.”

She laughs, pulling me in close and resting her chin on top of my head. “You know,” she says softly, “it’s kind of adorable having a guy I can look down at like this.”

I look up at her, and in that moment, the teasing melts away just a little, leaving something softer. “You’re not so bad yourself…giantess,” I tease back, savouring every second.

She laughs, giving me a playful squeeze. “Good answer, short stuff. I think I could get used to this.”

After our little show, we settle on the couch and for the first time, we have beer together. 

And well, those two BroCodes did do their magic. 

After finishing 2 bottles each, we both stumble to the terace, laughing at how drunk we were. 

We were completely unaware of the sight that awaited us!

A sky lit with stars. As many stars as you can hope to see in the dusty city of Delhi I mean. 

But to be honest the sky looked clearer than normal and it left us both awestruck. 

We sit on the floor, not even caring to wipe it before sitting. We were crazy drunk and enjoying every second of it. 

Mayuri leans her head on my shoulder. I felt relaxed in that moment. 

"Mayuri" I whisper. 

"Yeah..." she whispers softly. 

"What's your biggest fantasy?"

"To watch the northern lights with the one I love. If you laugh I'm gonna kill you" 

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. 

"Being honest...I love that kind of corny crap." I reply. 

I look into her eyes. They shine, just like the moon's glow. 

I think I will do it now!

I lean into her. She is surprised to see me come closer but after a moment gives in. 

As our lips meet, I feel on fire. 

The chill of the night dissipates as passion engulfs us both. I drape my hands in her hair and deepen the kiss. 

I bite on her lips, asking permission to slip in. 

Her moan fills me with passion. 

Her towering stature even while sitting down made it difficult to kiss her properly. 

So I go one step ahead and sit in her lap. Talk about the reversal of roles. 

She smirks and I know she's thinking of another teasing remark but she stays silent. 

Kissing me with all she had!

It was a starry night after all!

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A note from the Author

So, my dear readers, how'd you like the events which unfolded in the 3rd chapter. Do let me know. 

Till next time :)

Height Comparison Play Date | Tall Women Short Man | Chapter 2

When Mayuri walks into my place for our second date, I’m done for. You’d think after our first date, I’d be used to her towering height. But the moment she ducks under my doorway, all I can think is, This is it. This is the girl I’ve been waiting to meet. Because, yeah, I’ve always had a secret fantasy about dating a tall woman. The taller, the better. And Mayuri? She’s practically my dream come true.

After our first date, we started conversing online a lot. And by a lot, I mean hours. Hours and hours of silly banter, casual teasing, my poor jokes, and her even poorer ones. It seems like a match made in heaven.

I’m so infatuated with her height that every second day, I ask for a pic of her, and boy, does she make it hard to get those pics. I have to practically beg before she finally gives in and sends me one on Snapchat.

Her ever-imposing persona with that cute face and, dare I say, sexy figure in crop tops and shorts...it’s enough to keep me on Cloud 9. I’m loving every moment of it.

I figure we’ll settle in with snacks or a movie, but the moment she catches my eye, I can tell she has other plans. There’s this mischievous glint in her eye, like she’s up to something. “Shivam,” she says, her voice laced with excitement, “I have an idea. Let’s do a height comparison video!”

“A what?” I laugh, trying to sound unfazed, though she’s clearly reading my mind. Here I am, barely at her chest level, and she wants to capture that? I can’t think of a better scenario if I tried.

Before I can object, she grabs her phone, setting up this app to measure our heights. “Alright, little guy, against the wall,” she commands with a grin, clearly enjoying the authority her height gives her.

I roll my eyes but can’t help grinning. “Alright, fine. Go easy on me.” I have to crane my neck just to meet her gaze as she looms over me, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face.

She chuckles, crouching slightly to adjust the app, her face finally level with mine. “Aw, don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s accurate, Mr. Just-Below-Chest-Level,” she teases, giving me a pointed look as she emphasizes my position.

She smirks every time she glances down at me like she’s savoring the difference between us. Standing this close, I can feel her warmth and smell her perfume. Vanilla, this time. Yummy.

“Alright, Mr. Five-Foot-Nothing,” she declares, flashing the screen at me with a mock pout. “Are you sure you’re not cheating with your hair gel?”

“Excuse me,” I mutter, feigning offense. “I am well over 5 feet, thank you. Maybe you’re just a giant.”

She laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at me, clearly reveling in the difference. “Maybe,” she says, ruffling my hair. “But I think you kind of like it, don’t you?”

My face goes red, but I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Well…maybe.”

“My turn,” she declares, straightening up to her full, imposing height. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, her eyeballs peering down at me, waiting for me to measure her, clearly enjoying every second of the little power play.

I stretch up on my tiptoes, reaching up with the phone as high as I can. But honestly? I’m barely at chest level, and her head might as well be a mile away. How much Complan did this girl drink in childhood? I can barely see the top of her toned shoulders, let alone her head!

“Need a step stool?” she teases, looking down with an amused smirk.

“Oh, stop,” I mutter, trying not to laugh as I hold the phone at the very limit of my reach. She’s staring down at me with that intimidating, almost playful expression, like she knows exactly how much I’m loving this—and isn’t about to let me forget it.

She chuckles, taking the phone from me with an effortless reach. “Let me show you how it’s done, shorty,” she says, angling the phone to capture her full height.

As she raises her arm to take her measurement, I realize I’m not even close to her armpit. I don’t know why weird things like this get me so excited, but I can feel my heart racing.

“Six feet, five inches,” she announces, looking down at me like she’s the ruler of a kingdom.

All of her 77 inches glow on the smartphone screen.

I grin up at her, though I have to admit, standing there under her gaze, practically dwarfed, I feel like a little kid in some sort of fairytale. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, loving every second of it. “Just in case I needed another reminder.”

She laughs, crossing her arms as she looks down at me, a teasing glint in her eye. “Face it, Shivam,” she says, her tone light but with a hint of authority. “You’re basically my little buddy at this point.”

Only if I were shorter, how amazing that would be...

I pretend to groan, but inside, I’m thrilled. This is exactly what I’d secretly wanted—finding someone who doesn’t just tower over me but owns every inch of it with confidence and grace. And Mayuri? She isn’t just tall; she’s perfect.

Fate has a weird way of helping you meet people when you least expect it.

As we finally settle on the couch, still laughing about the height comparison, she shoots me a serious look and speaks softly. “So…does it ever bother you?”

Without hesitation, I shake my head. “Are you kidding? No way.” I shrug, trying to play it cool but feeling every word. “If anything, I love it.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased and maybe even a little surprised by my honesty. And just like that, I know she’ll remember that answer for a long time. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to keep looking up at her like this, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

"Okay, shorty, now make me Maggi. I'm hongry."

I shake my head. So tall, so gracious, yet she's just like a child. Or shall I say, my baby.

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Note from the author

Well, my dearies, how did you like this one? Don't you worry, I have some more tricks & creativity up my sleeve and thanks to the quick & prompt responses from my AI masterkit, I'm pretty sure gonna deliver them to you very soon. 

I'm thinking about publishing this on Wattpad as well. What do ya guys think? 

See you next time with another crazy height comparison adventure between the tall Mayuri and shorty Shivam in my own unique crazy manner :)

The First Date | Tall Women Short Man Story | Chapter 1

Alright, so I’m standing by the door, all set to meet Mayuri, the incredible girl I’ve been chatting with for weeks. And, let me tell you, I’m both pumped and a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous! Not because I don’t know her well enough—we’ve talked about everything, from favorite snacks to worst haircuts. No, I’m nervous because this is the moment when the words on the screen finally take shape. Plus, okay, I’ll admit it: I kind of have a thing for tall women. Not that I’ve ever dated one. Or even mentioned it. But yeah, she seems tall enough in her photos, and I don’t mind.

So, I open the door—and I swear, my brain just short-circuits. Mayuri is not just “tall.” She is tall. And she’s wearing heels. Big ones. I think my jaw actually drops. Her smile is beaming down from, like, way up there, and I’m pretty sure she can see the exact moment I realize I might need to crane my neck to look her in the eye. Her big brown eyes, currently swimming with amusement, glance down at me; all five feet of me.

“Hey there!” she says, just as casually as you like.

“Oh, hi!” I manage, probably sounding about two octaves too high. “Wow, you’re... taller than I imagined.” Real smooth, Shivam, I think, mentally patting myself on the back for that genius observation.

But she just laughs, completely at ease. “Didn’t ask, did you?” she teases, her voice warm. It’s like she’s already in on the joke, and maybe I am, too. I mean, who cares, right? Tall women are awesome, and I just got my wish in a major way.

Then, I notice there’s more to her than just her height. She has a gorgeous face, a shapely jaw & a heart-melting smile. Her small nose only adds to the cuteness and charm she graciously carries herself with.

Was I dreaming? Is this all real? The fantasy I’ve had since I was 14 has finally come true. A goddess, standing right here, on a date with me!

I invite her in, and she ducks a little to walk through the doorway, which I can’t help but notice. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever ducked in my life. When she takes off her heels and still practically towers over me, I just laugh.

“Did you wear those heels just to give me a heart attack?” I joke.

Mayuri shrugs, all innocent. “I thought they looked nice! Besides, it keeps things... memorable.”

Well, she isn’t wrong about that.

We settle in, order some pizza, and get comfortable. Of course, every little thing feels like it has a height joke attached to it. When I try to reach up for a glass on the shelf, she effortlessly grabs it and hands it to me with a smirk, glancing down.

I’m pretty sure my heartbeat skyrockets at how close we’re standing. I’m barely making it up to her chest, which, to be honest, kind of feels nice.

“You are too cute for your own good.” She says, passing me the glass with a warm smile.

“Not my first time hearing it,” I say, a tad too proudly. Shhh...she doesn’t need to know I’m just flaunting.

“What?” she says, bending until her ear is in line with my mouth. “Couldn’t hear you from that far up,” she says, holding back a laugh.

“Haha...you should apply as a comic in India’s Got Latent.” I roll my eyes with a hint of a smile.

We settle on my couch, and Mayuri leans back, her long legs stretched out. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing shorts. I can’t help but stare.

The feeling of being dwarfed engulfs me, seeing that she towers over me even while sitting.

I can’t help but feel a strange thrill as she leans in, her breath warm against my ear. “So, Shivam...” she murmurs, “I’ve been thinking.....which movie shall we binge-watch?” Her voice trails off as she trails a finger down my arm, her touch lingering a moment too long.

Any movie you’d like, my goddess!

I’m getting hard. Too hard for its own good. I’m pretty sure it’s noticeable from my cargo pants.

“Uhhh...How about an anime movie? Have you heard of Your Name?”

“You wanna watch a cartoon movie?”

She did not just say that!!

I’m almost fuming when I hear her laughter.

“You look cute when you’re mad. My cute red nerd,” she whispers, jokingly.

“You know there’s a special space kept for people like you in HELL,” I smirk.

“Sure, shorty. Well, we can watch any anime movie you want! I love animes, silly. Didn’t I tell you I’ve completed my first anime, Bleach?”

A tall, beautiful girl who loves anime. God does exist!

And I’m not so sure anymore that this date isn’t just a dream.

I turn on my flat screen, choose Netflix, and play Your Name.

For the next 2 hours, we enjoy not just the movie but each other’s company as well. And some pizza too.

“Your Name was soooo good, Shivam. Damn, that ending...almost had me crying,” she says, her childish excitement peeking through.

For a moment, I kind of forget the massive height difference between us.

“I know, right? Leave it to Shivam to make the right choices,” I say playfully.

“I am not arguing there! You get to choose all the movies we watch from now on.” She laughs.

Wait...does that mean we’re going to have a second date? Awesome!!

She looks at her watch and stands up. “Well, I think I’ll head home now. It’s almost 10! Don’t want to roam these Delhi streets alone, right?” She stretches up.

It’s a marvelous sight.

I can’t stop staring. “Right,” I say, a bit disappointed.

What am I hoping? She’ll stay the night? Shut up, Shivam.

“Although I don’t think any guy would wanna mess with someone who could just roll ’em up and toss ’em like a football.”

“Shut up, you. Get up & see me off,” she laughs.

I get up, still getting used to looking so high up just to glance into her kind eyes.

She peers down at me, a bit too warmly.

Uh oh...there it goes...hard again.

“Come here.” She grabs my arm and pulls me in.

She envelops me in a giant hug, bending down to properly hug me.

Forget the humor, I love it. She’s a lovely human being.

There’s something fun about being with someone who can just lean over and make you feel like a human backpack. And it’s Mayuri, so it’s even better.

By the end of the night, the height thing feels like some sort of inside joke—something we’ll always laugh about. And yeah, maybe part of me is already thinking about a second date.

“See you soon,” she says, winking. She grabs her bag, slips on her high heels, diminishing my stature even more, and off she goes, sailing into the night.

I don’t even ask to drop her off! Well, that’s okay. She’s a big girl, after all.

I’ve got to do something about this poor sense of humor.

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From the Author

Yeah yeah, I know! It sounds tooooo good to be true. A fairytale, right? Well yeah! That's what it is! It's meant to make you squirm in your bed, with that lovey dovey feeling in your brain. I love tall women. And I love writing romantic poems & stories. So, I thought why not converge this into one! I picked up my PC, went on GPT & Gemini just to create a story to humor myself but the output I got felt so human, so realistic and so fun that I had to write it! I've created this blog for people like you, who love tall girls just like me. 

Don't worry! It's not all AI-generated. I added my own touch to it as well! You can see it in my pj's right? 

Well, dear reader, that's all you've got in this 1st chapter. 

See you in the next one. 

Hope you're in to see more into the lives of Mayuri & Shivam, the perfect tall women short man couple!