"Big men often tremble
As they step aside
I thought I was big once
She changed my mind"
As they step aside
I thought I was big once
She changed my mind"
— They Might Be Giants, "She's Actual Size"
Man, my baby's long, great gosh almighty, she's tall
And you know my baby's long great gosh almighty my baby's tall
Well, you know my baby, she's long, my baby she's tall
She's sleeps with her head in the kitchen and her feet kicks out in the hall
And I'm still crazy 'bout her, that hard headed woman of mine.
And you know my baby's long great gosh almighty my baby's tall
Well, you know my baby, she's long, my baby she's tall
She's sleeps with her head in the kitchen and her feet kicks out in the hall
And I'm still crazy 'bout her, that hard headed woman of mine.
—Taj Mahal, "She Caught the Katy and Left Me a Mule to Ride"
"Ever since I became aware of them, which was undoubtedly long before I can remember, I've always considered a woman's breasts the most appealing part of her visual anatomy. Russ saw them differently, somehow considering a woman's breasts part of her musculature...They were bra busters, man grabbers, awesome configurations, the Guns of Navvarone. His mind contained an endless thesaurus of synonyms, none of them referring to gentle, comforting qualities. His ideal women were cantilevered, top-heavy, awesomely endowed. These qualities were described without the least suggestion of lust or desire, but rather of apprehension. He seemed to live in fear or anticipation of being overwhelmed by a woman who was, as he wrote in a copy line for Lorna, 'too much for one man.'"
Axel Foley: What would you say if I said a six-foot blonde works here?
John Taggart: ... Six-foot blonde women grow on trees in California.
Billy Rosewood: He's right. They're everywhere.
John Taggart: ... Six-foot blonde women grow on trees in California.
Billy Rosewood: He's right. They're everywhere.
She was tall, almost 6 feet in height, and vaguely stirred their carnality.
Sullivan: Helgan. The only creature in existence who can make Ludwig look like a fuckin' plush toy.
Helgan: Fuck off, Croft.
Sullivan: Must be difficult, not being able to pound the pillow with some 'andsome beast, but then again I think would prefer unbroken bones to a night with you.
Helgan: I've had plenty of mates.
Sullivan: What happened? You fuckin' roll over and crush 'em to death?
Helgan: Fuck off, Croft.
Sullivan: Must be difficult, not being able to pound the pillow with some 'andsome beast, but then again I think would prefer unbroken bones to a night with you.
Helgan: I've had plenty of mates.
Sullivan: What happened? You fuckin' roll over and crush 'em to death?
"I'm just a girl, towering over a boy, asking him to admit he loves me."
— Tahani Al-Jamil, The Good Place
"She was a long, cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall.
With just one look, I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all."
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall.
With just one look, I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all."
—The Hollies, "Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress"
The first thing that you notice is she's huge in so many ways. She must be seven-foot six of smooth, muscular chocolate flesh, with two HH-cup breasts that are so full of honey they actually seem to be carrying a faint golden tint to them. They hang bare, and beads of the sweet nectar dribbles from them with every breath she takes. Her hips are wide as though made for birthing — despite having a broad insectile abdomen — and her thighs are thicker than most human waists. Her massive breasts look like they must be held up by actual magic... and maybe they are.
Much like her daughters, the Queen’s midriff is girded in armor, albeit her own is bronze banded in black and gold and lined with golden fluff so as to continue her hornet theme. You can see a skirt of silk... but it’s not on her, instead it rests off to the side. [...] There is a genuine effort involved in snatching your gaze [...] up to her face.
It’s worth the effort: she’s beautiful. Queen Nyzerrah’s face is the perfect shape of womanly beauty, with long, soft eyelashes, cute pouting lips, and a perfectly-shaped nose. She has hair of the same flaxen color as Azyrran and a great number of the other hornet girls, but it’s blended with streaks of obsidian more reminiscent of the demoness Kasyrra. It falls in loose curls to her shoulders in a way that perfectly frames her shapely face, drawing your attention to those deep black eyes as they inspect you in turn.
...And those eyes. All of the hornets have black orbs, but her eyes seem like deep and endless pools. Commanding, and powerful. It's obvious she has you sized up already, and Azyrran freezes stock-still when they shift from you to her. You are definitely looking at a Queen, no matter what else has changed.
Much like her daughters, the Queen’s midriff is girded in armor, albeit her own is bronze banded in black and gold and lined with golden fluff so as to continue her hornet theme. You can see a skirt of silk... but it’s not on her, instead it rests off to the side. [...] There is a genuine effort involved in snatching your gaze [...] up to her face.
It’s worth the effort: she’s beautiful. Queen Nyzerrah’s face is the perfect shape of womanly beauty, with long, soft eyelashes, cute pouting lips, and a perfectly-shaped nose. She has hair of the same flaxen color as Azyrran and a great number of the other hornet girls, but it’s blended with streaks of obsidian more reminiscent of the demoness Kasyrra. It falls in loose curls to her shoulders in a way that perfectly frames her shapely face, drawing your attention to those deep black eyes as they inspect you in turn.
...And those eyes. All of the hornets have black orbs, but her eyes seem like deep and endless pools. Commanding, and powerful. It's obvious she has you sized up already, and Azyrran freezes stock-still when they shift from you to her. You are definitely looking at a Queen, no matter what else has changed.
— Description of Queen Nyzerrah, Corruption of Champions II
Nial Henderson kept his eyes forward, doing as much as he could to avoid looking at the tall, muscular figure that circled the Council table. All twenty seats were occupied save for one, the great chair usually reserved for the Mistress of the City.
Ever lord and lady present stared ahead, some trembled and others whimpered as they heard the loud tread of Ancalagon the Grim. In human form, she resembled a woman almost reaching nine feet tall and her body packed with muscle. A fair face belied the immense strength and pride the creature possessed.
Amber eyes, glowing with restrained indignation, locked onto each noble with frightening clarity. Long black hair was tied back in a severe bun, two bangs framing her severe expression. A Dragon was among the mightiest monsters to fly the sky. Ancalagon was no less a paragon of this lofty image. Her clothing was simple but of the finest make here in Sheffield. Either way, she was a figure of contrasts. Ancalagon was a beauty, of that there was no doubt. But her ten thousand years of life made for a frighteningly experienced individual.
Ever lord and lady present stared ahead, some trembled and others whimpered as they heard the loud tread of Ancalagon the Grim. In human form, she resembled a woman almost reaching nine feet tall and her body packed with muscle. A fair face belied the immense strength and pride the creature possessed.
Amber eyes, glowing with restrained indignation, locked onto each noble with frightening clarity. Long black hair was tied back in a severe bun, two bangs framing her severe expression. A Dragon was among the mightiest monsters to fly the sky. Ancalagon was no less a paragon of this lofty image. Her clothing was simple but of the finest make here in Sheffield. Either way, she was a figure of contrasts. Ancalagon was a beauty, of that there was no doubt. But her ten thousand years of life made for a frighteningly experienced individual.
"(Marina) [...] arose to her feet. Pearl held her breath as she realized Marina was taller than her, much taller.
Well.. Pearl wasn't offering much in the height department to begin with— she was often mistaken as a grade-schooler, but there was just something different about Marina being taller than her that made her head spin. Perhaps it was because Marina seemed to have such a small, collected presence when she was sitting there on the ground, seemingly trying to take up the least amount of space possible."
Well.. Pearl wasn't offering much in the height department to begin with— she was often mistaken as a grade-schooler, but there was just something different about Marina being taller than her that made her head spin. Perhaps it was because Marina seemed to have such a small, collected presence when she was sitting there on the ground, seemingly trying to take up the least amount of space possible."
— I've Got Your Back, Chapter 1
