[Josh]

He finally found her, the female component of his fantasy.  After weeks of searching for the perfect girl, he had finally spotted her.  She had to be Asian.  So, he had taken the statistically logical step of searching the place with the highest concentration of Asian girls on the planet: the Tokyo metropolitan area.  He was driving down the street on the Ginza when he saw her walking, or rather waddling, down the street.  He followed her in his van, passed her and turned around again to see where she went.  He saw her walk into a parking garage, probably headed for her car.  He followed her in.  He parked the van and got out.  He was in luck.  The parking garage was deserted.  He began walking behind her.  He took out his taser.  This was Japan, one of the safest countries in the world.  People weren’t on guard for criminals here.  Women had no qualms about walking alone in deserted parking garages at night.  He walked faster and faster, gaining on her.  She didn’t turn around.  He was almost on her when she finally did and by then it was too late.  The taser stun knocked her out instantly.  He picked up the unconscious girl and carried her to his van.  Her considerable heft excited him.  He put her down on the ground, opened the door, picked her up and put her in the back.  He looked at her face.  She was very young, looked about 17, her hair thick, long and black, her face broad and flat and her epicanthic eyefold deep.  All in all, she was exceptionally pretty, not a requirement for his fantasy, but certainly a plus.  He went back and picked up her purse.  He brought it back to the van and put it inside.  The taser wouldn’t knock her out for long.  He needed something that would keep her until he could get her to his house.  He took out a syringe of fentanil and injected her with it.
He pulled into his garage, parked the van, got out, opened the doors and took the girl out.  He carried her into the examination room, laid her down on the table in the middle of it and stripped her naked.  It was time for measuring.  He went to the drawer and got out a tape measure and a measuring tape.  He measured her height, just over 132 centimeters.  Then he measured her chest, waist and hips with the measuring tape, 91.4 centimeters, 71.3 centimeters and 102 centimeters respectively.  Now it was time for the fun measurements: her legs.  Her thighs were an amazing 66.1 centimeters, her calves a stupefying 49.6.  Time to weigh her.  He took her off the bed and put her on the scale.  She tipped it at a hefty 66.2 kilograms, giving her a BMI of 37.95.  Finished with his weighing and measuring, he began his visual examination.  This girl was perfection itself, his fantasy incarnate.  Her leg muscularity was massive.  But, there was no evidence of hypertrophy.  This girl looked like she had never picked up a weight in her life.  That was exactly what he was looking for, a girl who got her muscle from no weightlifting regimen and no chemical other than raw deoxyribonucleic acid.  He looked at her hands and feet.  They were the size of a child’s.  No surprise there, she was the height of a child.  Her fingers and toes proportionately short, but so thick there was almost no room for them on her tiny hands and feet. 
He took her to his MRI for a full body scan.  He wanted to see what she looked like on this inside.  He put her on the bed and went into the other room to conduct the scan.  He saw what he expected to see, massive lower body musculature, a thick skeleton and a moderate amount of visceral and subcutaneous fat.
He was finally done with her for the night.  He took her to the room he had prepared for her.  It was plush, with a down recliner, a water bed, a plasma TV, a computer with games, but no internet connection, a refrigerator with three big meals including a 1 kilogram Kobe beef steak and a dessert in it, and a microwave to warm the food up.  Plus, there were snacks in the cupboard.  He put her on the bed and left.  The following day he would find the male and the real excitement would begin.
Eriko awoke in the middle of the night when the fetanil wore off.  It was dark, but she could make out what looked like a small lamp on a night stand.  She reached for the lamp, found the switch and turned it on.  She was in a bedroom.  She got up and walked out of it.  She appeared to be in a apartment.  There was a kitchen to her left and a den in front of her, but no windows.  Suddenly she felt a rush of fear.  Was her kidnapper here?  Was this his apartment?  What did he have planned for her?  She didn’t want to stick around to find out.  She ran to the door and tried to open it.  But, it was locked.  She tried to break it down by running into it, but only succeeded in hurting her shoulder.  Then she tried to kick it down.  But, that didn’t work either.  She looked around the apartment for something she might be able to use to break the door down.  But, there was nothing.  She was desperate.  She checked the cupboards, the refrigerator and even the microwave, but found only food.  Then she looked for a phone.  There wasn’t one.  She went back to the bedroom to see if her purse, which contained her cell phone, was there.  It wasn’t.  She spotted the computer.  Hoping there was an internet connection, she turned it on.  There wasn’t one.  With nothing else to do, she began screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would hear her.  She kept it up until her throat got sore.  But no one came.  Resigned to her fate, she turned on the TV and sat down in the recliner.
He had acquired the number of a gay prostitution service.  He called it up and requested a prostitute be sent to his address with the specific request that he be at least 180 centimeters tall and weigh less than 66 kilograms.  He put a sign on the door that said.  “Door is open.  Come in.” The gay prostitute showed up at 2:00 sharp, the designated time.  He saw the sign and opened the door.  The man was waiting behind it with his taser.  He stunned him with it before he could turn around.  He looked at the prostitute.  He was perfect, a tall thread.  He picked him up and was almost overcome with excitement at his weight, noticeably less than the girl’s.  He carried him to the exam room and gave him a shot of fentanil.  Then he did the same examination that he did with Eriko.  He put him on the table, stripped him naked and proceeded to measure him.  He was just over 190 centimeters tall.  He almost exploded when he measured the prostitute’s thighs and found that they were 45.7 centimeters, almost 4 centimeters smaller than Eriko’s calves.  His calves were only 30.5 centimeters, less than 5/8 the size of Eriko’s.  He lifted him off the table and weighed him on the scale.  He only weighed 59 kilograms, giving him a BMI of 16.3, less than 43% of Eriko’s.  His hands and feet were, like the rest of him, the opposite of Eriko’s, big with long, skinny digits.  Next came the MRI.  The prostitute looked just as different from Eriko on the inside as he did on the outside, with little fat, spindly muscles and a long, skinny skeleton. 
He took the prostitute to the room, which was next door to Eriko’s apartment.  The prostitute’s room was completely empty except for a key hanging on a hook suspended from the ceiling, a bottle of smelling salts and a closed circuit camera.  He left the room, supernovaing with excitement over what was to happen next.  He went to the viewing room, pressed a button and the wall between Eriko’s apartment and the prostitute’s room came up.  He saw Eriko sitting in the recliner looking very surprised.  The foot rest was up and her colossal calves were flattened on it under their weight.
Eriko spotted Kenji lying on the floor.  Then she spotted the key hanging from the hook suspended from the ceiling.  She jumped for it.  But, she was too short to reach it. 
“Wake up!”  She yelled to Kenji.  But he didn’t awaken.  Then she spotted the smelling salts.  She picked them up, took off the cap and put them under his nose.  He woke up groggily.
“We’ve been kidnaped!”  Said Eriko.  “There’s a key suspended from the ceiling.  I’m too short to reach it.”
Kenji stood up to his full height and shook his head to clear it.  The top of Eriko’s head was at the level of his abdomen.  Eriko could see she and he were physical opposites and wondered if that had something to do with what had happened, which of course, it did.  Kenji reached up and took the key off the hook.
“Hooray!”  Shouted Eriko.  “Now open the door.”
Kenji put the key in the lock, unlocked the door and opened it.  The room the door led into was empty except for a teeter totter and another closed circuit camera.  There was another door on the other side of the room.  Eriko went to it and tried to open it.  But, it was locked. “Try the key.”  She said.
Kenji tried to put the key in the lock but it wouldn’t go.  “It doesn’t fit.”  He said.
“I have an idea.”  Said Eriko.  “Sit on the teeter totter.”
Kenji complied.  Eriko tried the door.  It was still locked.  Then, she sat down on the teeter totter.  Immediately, Kenji went up in the air because Eriko was over 7 kilograms heavier.  Simultaneously, the door swung open.  Eriko pushed up to let Kenji down and they went into the next room.  The next room was completely empty except for a third closed circuit camera.  There was a door on the other side of it with no doorknob or lock, just a padded bar with an adjustable height.  It was high enough for Kenji to get under while bending his knees at a 90 degree angle.  Kenji bent his knees at a 90 degree angle, got under it and tried to lift the door up.  But, it wouldn’t budge.
“Let me try.”  Said Eriko.  She adjusted the bar so that it was low enough for her to get under it while bending her knees at a 90 degree angle.  She bent her knees at a 90 degree angle, got under the bar and lifted the door up easily. 
“Go!”  Said Eriko.
Kenji was so much taller than Eriko that he had to get on his hands and knees to get under the door.  Eriko got out from under the bar and, to her surprise, the door stayed where it was.  She ducked under it and entered the next room.  The next room contained their clothes and Eriko’s purse.  There was a door on the other side of it.  Eriko and Kenji got dressed.  Eriko tried the door and it opened onto the street.
“We’re free!”  Exclaimed Eriko and Kenji and they hugged.
“We make a good team.”  Said Eriko.  “It took both of us to get out of that place.”
“There’s one thing that bothers me.”  Said Kenji.  “Why were you able to lift that door, but not me?”
“Because I’m short and squat and you’re tall and thin.”
“But, I’m a guy.”
“Doesn’t matter.  Short, squat people are stronger as a general rule.”
“Why?”
“It has to do with muscular structure.  Muscles are composed of structures called myofibrils, which are made of proteins called actin and myosin.  When a muscle contracts, the myofibrils pull the point of insertion to the point of origin.  A thick muscle has a thicker bunch of myofibrils pulling than a thin one.  It’s like a thick rubber band versus a thin rubber band.”
“But, guys are stronger even when they’re lighter.”
“Normally, yes.  But, look at our legs.”  She put her leg next to his.  “See how much thicker mine is?  It’s like twice as thick.  A rubber band that’s twice as thick as a thin rubber band is going to be stronger even if the thin rubber band is more elastic.”

[KeithXZ]

Great story Josh.  I look forward to reading more.

[Josh]

Thanks.  ;D

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