Stalking a Tall Futanari

It all started on an ordinary day when I was on my way home from work. The sun was sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows over the busy streets. And that was the moment I saw her - an impressive figure that immediately caught my attention. From a distance, I couldn't be sure, but I had a strong feeling that the woman walking in front of me was exceptionally tall.

You see, I have always had a special fascination, a fetish if you will, for tall women. There is something attractive about their height that exerts an irresistible pull on me. My heart beat faster and I couldn't resist the urge to increase my pace to get a better look at her and confirm her extraordinary size.

As I got closer, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't just tall; she was towering. Her imposing stature was accentuated by a powerful figure that indicated an athletic lifestyle. I guessed that perhaps she played basketball or volleyball; that seemed to fit her impressive appearance.

I, on the other hand, was only about 1.73 metres tall, decidedly below average in terms of height. I weighed about 70 kilograms, but next to her I felt petite and fragile. I had always dreamed of meeting a woman who was significantly taller than me, and at that moment that dream had come true.

I walked right behind her, trying to gauge the extent of the size difference. My eyes darted around the surroundings, looking for objects that could give me an idea of her size. I took out my phone and decided to film her inconspicuously, hoping that she would walk past something that could later help me determine her actual size.

My plan was to return later in the dark with a tape measure to measure these objects and compare them to my own height. I wanted to see how much smaller I was than her. But before I could implement this plan, she suddenly crossed the road and went to a bus stop where she took a seat.

I followed her and also took a seat on the bus stop. While we waited, I couldn't help but keep looking at her shoes. I had always found women with big feet fascinating, and I had never met one whose feet were bigger than mine. But this time I had a feeling it might be different.

The bus finally came, and when she stood up, my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment we would pass each other and I would be able to see her from the front. As she walked past me, my first thought was just a simple "wow". She was even more impressive from the front, and I felt completely tiny in her presence.

But as I walked past her, a wave of fear came over me. What if she noticed that I had followed her? What if she got angry? I had to remind myself that despite my knowledge of martial arts and self-defence, I would be helpless in a physical confrontation against someone of her sheer size and strength.

She was not only taller and broader; she undoubtedly had more muscle mass than me. I estimated that she was about 18 years old, and a woman of such imposing stature certainly had a shoe size to match. It made sense in my mind that a strong body needed big, sturdy feet. I decided to back out and go home.

My head was full of thoughts as I walked home. I reviewed the videos I had made and analysed them in the hope of determining her exact size. As night fell, I got a tape measure and returned to the street where I had seen her.

I watched the videos again, measured the objects she had passed and compared them with my own size. The results shocked me; if my measurements were correct, she was about 1.97 metres tall.

That night I lay in bed hoping for another encounter with her, and this time I was going to muster up the courage to find out more about the mysterious woman who had awakened my obsession.