Volleyball Giantesses

I started this one a while ago, but never got around to finishing until now.


I did some math, given that Mr. 13 is 181 cm tall and reaches to a bit above the amazons' waists.  Considering the average height of an adult American woman (the girls aren't from America per se, I just wanted a specific demographic) is 5'4" (hereafter 163 cm), I concluded that, scaled down, 13 would be 97 cm tall if the girls were 163 cm.  So scaling 13 back to 181 cm and the trio proportionally, I concluded the amazon trio are all 304 cm tall, or 9'11.5".  (I'm considering the apparent differences between the trio's heights to be a matter of distance and/or posture, not actual height.)

All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me (The characters depicted are original characters by ソリュウ on Pixiv), and above the age of 18.  I make no money through this image.

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TRANSCRIPT:

I always thought I was pretty tall.  At least, I was tall compared to my peers.  181 cm and damn proud of it.  It was a great confidence booster for me.  I quickly became the star player on the university's volleyball team.  Life was good...
For a while, anyway.  Then they showed up.  Students from a foreign country.  I, the tallest guy on campus, now felt like a dwarf.  They must have been twice my height.  Emotions flooded my mind: lust, humiliation, fear, passion, love, apprehension, yearning, lust, frustration, lust....  All the while, I struggled just to maintain an ounce of composure.
The long-haired one surveyed me from head to toe--or, relative to her, hip to toe.
"My, my!" she giggled. "I knew we were tall compared to most women, but I never would have guessed even Japanese men were this short!"
"I kinda want to take one of them home with me!" the short-haired one added. "Aren't they just the cutest little things?"
"Girls, girls," the ponytailed one interjected.  "Come on, let's not tease him because he's different.  We need to set a good example for these folks.  He's probably never met people from our country, so we should give a good first impression."
To me, she continued, "I'm sorry about them.  They can get a little cocky, but they're good people when you get to know them.  Well, that aside, I guess we'll be up against each other in tonight's match."  She reached out a tremendous hand.  I immediately flinched, since I was half-expecting her to literally crush me like a discarded soda can.  No, she was just offering a handshake.  My entire hand was about the size of one of their fingers.  I knew foreigners tended to shake hands more vigorously than Japanese people--and so did she, apparently, seeing as she was extra gentle with my hand.  ...Or maybe she was simply worried about hurting little me.
"Best of luck to you!" she gave me a little wave before walking off with her peers.  I stood there in a daze while my mind struggled to process what just happened.