Childhood Friends (Patreon)

When Stephanie Kennedy and Jason McClintock were born, their lives started out as near replicas of each other. They both were born on the same day (December 22) into average, middle class families. They both grew up in Chicago living on the same street, attending the same school, with the same group of neighborhood friends. And though they started out as equally cute babies, it only took a few years before it was apparent that there would likely be one very obvious difference between them. Because as Stephanie grew older and bigger like all the other kids their age, Jason’s growth was stunted, and his parents were informed when he was 3 years old that a rare hormone condition would keep him from growing as big as everyone else when he got older. Not stunted enough to be the smallest person in the world, but even as a toddler, it seemed clear that he would grow up to be the smallest person everyone around him had ever met.

Despite this, Stephanie and Jason remained friends throughout their early school years, even as he watched their height difference go from several inches to several feet. By the time they both finished elementary school, all the other kids were four to five feet tall, whereas Jason hadn’t even hit the two foot mark yet—and his friend had become the tallest person in class.

But that was the last year Jason ever saw Stephanie, since her family moved away that summer so her mom could accept a job in Vancouver. By high school, he had a new friend group and had moved on, although he still sometimes thought about what had happened to the girl he grew up with for that first decade of his life.

That was until he started college, and several months into his first semester, he got a DM on Instagram from an account with Stephanie’s name. She had said that she’d moved back to Chicago so she could go to school for advertising, and had looked him up to see what he was up to. Just like when they were kids, his life path seemed to mirror hers, as he excitedly let her know that he was attending the same university as her, with the same degree in mind. He couldn’t see how tall she’d grown up to be, since the only pics of herself on her page were selfies, where it was hard to discern her height. But they agreed to meet up on the following Monday at the train stop; it turned out, even though Stephanie lived somewhere new now, they both took the blue line into the city around the same time every morning. And thus, their friendship was reborn.

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Anxiously standing on the train platform, Jason stood near the back, a common trait for someone barely the height of a young child in a world where most people didn’t look where they were going. Now, as an adult, he was 2’3; not even waist height compared to most of the people he came across in everyday life. He remembered how tall Stephanie had been the last time he saw her, and that had been just at the beginning of her growth spurts. He figured she might even be over six feet tall by now, and likely easy to spot, even from his lowly position.

But his thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into his shoulder. He began to turn around to tell them to watch where they’re going, already looking up out of habit from where their head would be—but instead of settling on someone else’s face, he found himself looking at someone’s chest. He instantly knew it was Stephanie, of course, and quickly averted his eyes upwards so it wouldn’t look like he was gawking at her boobs. She was already looking down at him, a fascinated but genuine smile on her face.

With golden hair and green eyes, and a modest but friendly face, he would’ve recognized her right away, even if she hadn’t grown up to be one of the tallest human beings he’d ever seen. “Steph…” he said, blown away with her size; she seemed like she was nearly 7 feet tall. Even the tallest people around them barely came up to the 18 year old’s sternum, and most seemed to be at eye level with her breasts. By contrast, he was barely taller than her kneecap.

He was about to squeak out a greeting when the station’s alert for an incoming train sounded off, and he turned to see the rail car rapidly approaching. “Hurry!” Stephanie exclaimed, picking Jason up by his arms and rushing forward with him.

Normally, Jason tried to stand near the front of the crowd when getting on trains, so he could grab a seat with an armrest he could hold onto. But this time, he and Steph were among the last to squeeze on. Not only were the seats already occupied, but the poles were all being crowded around too. The train doors closed just seconds after the pair got on, and once it started moving again, Jason instinctively reached out to balance himself, latching onto Stephanie’s leg. Unsure if he’d accidentally made an inappropriate move, he nervously looked upwards, having to crane his head completely vertical just to regard her face. But she didn’t seem uncomfortable; in fact, it looked like she was holding back a giggle from how cute he looked needing to use her leg to keep his balance.

Considering how far apart their faces were, and how loud the train system was, it didn’t make sense for them to try and strike up their first conversation in nearly 7 years. Jason felt awkward; he still hadn’t said anything to her other than her name, and yet here he was practically hugging her calf, his head occasionally bumping against her lower thigh every time the train changed speed. She was wearing jean shorts and black pantyhose, so even though there was technically a layer of fabric between his hands and her body, it was so thin that he felt like he was being overly intimate. Of course, since it was just her legs, Stephanie didn’t think it was a big deal at all. Although she admitted to herself that part of her thinking that way was because she found herself a bit attracted to Jason. Puberty might not have done his height any favors (obviously), but in recent years he’d developed large, green doe eyes, and adorable curly hair that hadn’t been present during their childhood.

After disembarking the train, they were finally able to reconnect, and although they technically had different schedules, they had several of the same lectures, so they were able to attend class together and spent most of their time on campus catching up after their seven years apart. Before leaving, Stephanie suggested to Jason that they continue taking the train together every morning. “But only if you keep using my leg to hold your balance,” she teasingly added. “It was so cute watching you… no offense!” So Jason, feeling equally drawn to the tall blonde, agreed to meet her again the next morning.

For the rest of the week, Jason and Stephanie took the train together, and every time, he would hold onto her leg for support, closely huddling against her calf like a scared child with their mother. On Thursday, the train arrived earlier than usual, so there was actually a seat available for Jason to take this time. But when Stephanie noticed him looking at it somewhat longingly, she gently held her other leg against his back, trapping his little body between her calves and preventing him from taking it. “You should save it for an elderly person or a pregnant woman,” Stephanie told him. But when someone came along who was neither of those things and sat down in the seat, Jason glared up at his friend, who giggled and untrapped him from her legs. “I can’t control what other people do,” she shrugged. And that was the end of that.

On Monday of the following week, Stephanie showed up wearing a long, black skirt, long enough to go past her ankles but not get dirty from the ground. She was wearing a pair of high heels too, as if her nearly seven feet of height weren’t enough to lord over her tiny friend. “Is there some kind of special occasion?” Jason asked her, regarding her even larger height with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

“Nope, just a regular day,” she said with a wink. “I’ll take it that means you think I look good though!” The boy blushed and looked away, as if that’d be any less conspicuous. “Oh, but since I am wearing a skirt today,” Stephanie continued, “I don’t want you to get any annoying creases in it by holding onto my leg again.”

“What if there isn’t an open seat?” he replied.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that you shouldn’t keep holding my leg for balance,” Stephanie said, ushering him to come closer. “I just meant you can’t hold it with my skirt in the way.” Lifting up the front of her dress, the 18 year old motioned for her friend to get between her legs, after which point she dropped the skirt back down so he was covered up.

The train started rolling up to the station just as Jason was cast into darkness beneath Stephanie’s body, but he heard her call down to him, “You better hurry and grab on if you don’t wanna miss the train.” He felt like she was chastising him, but rather than get annoyed, he quickly heeded her words and jumped onto one of her feet, wrapping his arms all the way around her knee like he was hugging it. It apparently didn’t even hurt her when he stepped on her feet, and she quickly began walking to board the train as soon as Jason was “on board” her leg. She was wearing black pantyhose again—something that Jason suspected she wore more often than not—and he watched as her skirt swished and flowed all around him, while he clung to her nylons for fear of falling off.

Once they were on the train and it started moving again, Jason had the epiphany that he was really about to ride the entire trip to class underneath this girl’s skirt. With how low it was, nobody even knew he was there—which also meant nobody would be able to see what he had the sudden idea of doing. With his heart racing, but his horny curiosity taking the lead, he slowly looked up Stephanie’s towering legs, and gazed at her underwear looming just a foot and a half above him. Surely she would’ve realized I’d be able to see her panties, right? he thought, his eyes glued to the simple white undergarment. Did she want me to look? Or was it an accident? he wondered. He never found out that day, and he was too scared to ask by the time they arrived at the college half an hour later.

The following day, Stephanie wore a skirt again, but this time it was noticeably shorter: it came down to about halfway down her calves, leaving over a foot of exposed space beneath. Jason wasn’t sure if she’d still want him hiding under her skirt, and she didn’t lift it up for him to get under when she first arrived and greeted him at the train platform. Instead, she waited until their ride arrived, wanting to tease her friend about it that day.

Upon squeezing onto the train, Jason saw that the seat he normally favored before riding with Stephanie was occupied by a girl who looked to be about his and Stephanie’s age. She looked at him with a blank expression, either unaware or uncaring that someone of Jason’s small stature relied on seats like hers to keep from being thrown by the train. When the doors closed and the train started to lurch forward, he had no choice but to instinctively grab onto his friend’s leg instead, slightly ruffling the bottom of her skirt. He looked up at her apologetically, and with her arms crossed somewhat sternly, she looked back down at him, giving him all the information he needed with just her eyes alone. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and after she raised her eyes, he quickly ducked under her skirt like he had the day before and clung to her shin like his own personal holding pole. He heard the girl in his old seat break into laughter at what she’d just witnessed, and was joined by some of her nearby friends. Blushing, he shuffled even closer to Stephanie’s leg, as if her long, toned calf was his protector, and just felt glad that nobody could see his face, as he cowered with embarrassment between his tall friend’s legs.

After later disembarking the train, Stephanie apologized for how some of the nearby passengers had laughed at him. “I think I might have a solution we can try tomorrow though,” she offered, not wanting to let Jason go back to being a normal passenger.

“Is your idea to just stop wearing skirts then? Cuz that’d fix things,” he said with a sulking attitude.

“Of course not!” she smiled, twirling the skirt back and forth to emphasize how much she liked the breathability of not having to wear pants. “Just stop asking questions. You’ll see soon enough,” she added with a wink.

So by the time Wednesday came around, Jason showed up early to the station, just like Stephanie had texted him to. She showed up wearing a similar outfit to the day before—black pantyhose, a slightly longer than knee length black skirt, and a burgundy turtleneck sweater. But as soon as she arrived, she wasted no time in looking around to make sure nobody was watching, picking Jason up by his tiny backpack, and quickly darting into the nearby women’s restroom.

She carried him into the roomy disabled-access stall and shrugged her own backpack off, taking his and stuffing it into hers after setting him on the toilet seat lid. “What are you doing?” he hoarsely whispered, but she just ignored him as she took his shirt and lifted it up over his head without even asking for permission. He didn’t object though, and didn’t fight back when she dug her nails into the sides of his pants and shimmied them down along with his underwear. Holding his body over her backpack with just one hand, she dropped his clothes into her book bag, grinning at his naked form as she slipped his shoes and socks off too. “Are… are we gonna have sex?” he couldn’t keep himself from excitedly asking, to which she immediately snorted and took a step back.

“You think our first time hooking up is gonna be in the train station bathroom?” she asked incredulously. “God, boys have no sense of romance.” Feeling rightfully humiliated, Jason looked down and didn’t ask any more questions.

Now that she’d gotten his clothes off, she stood just a few inches in front of him and told him to stand on the edge of the toilet with his arms up wide. While he did that, she rolled the tights of her leg closest to Jason down past her knee, and lifted the bottom of her skirt up right in front of the boy’s face. Then with her other hand, she took one of the hair ties that she wore around her wrist and pushed his body against the front of her thigh, directed his arms to wrap around her leg. His arms were long enough to wrap all the way around her upper thigh, with his hands slightly overlapping just a few inches below her butt. That’s when she used the hair tie to wrap his wrists together several times, ensuring a tight bind that wouldn’t easily come loose. Then she repeated the whole process again with his legs, tying his ankles together behind her thigh, so that in the end, his entire body was strapped against her thigh like a sloth clinging onto a tree branch. And once he was secured, she unrolled her nylon back up her leg, encasing Jason’s body inside her tights, and dropped her skirt over his body to finish covering him up. “Now you won’t have to worry about anyone laughing at you,” she smirked, “…except for me.”

Zipping her backpack up and heading out of the bathroom, she looked down at herself to see if it’d be too obvious that there was a lump strapped to her leg as she walked. But her skirt was loose enough (and Jason’s body small enough) that it didn’t look any different than any other day. “Perfect,” she told herself.

Being Chicago, it was an unsurprisingly brisk and windy morning. But Jason, even though he was naked, felt totally warm and comfortable against his friend’s thigh, with her skirt naturally trapping in some of her body heat for him. With her stockings holding him tightly against Stephanie’s smooth skin, Jason’s dick started to get hard, which is when he got the idea to look up at her panties again. She wasn’t wearing normal white underwear again today though. Instead, she’d put on a pair of red lace lingerie. A totally impractical choice for a regular day at school, but considering she’d just stripped Jason’s clothes off literally minutes ago, it was obvious to him what kind of message his friend was trying to send.

With his dick suddenly a lot harder now, Jason tried to start humping Stephanie’s leg. His manhood was being squeezed between his stomach and her thigh, which initially felt kinda good, but the girl’s pantyhose were actually so tight that he was barely able to move enough. Stephanie smiled to herself as she felt her friend’s cock press against her leg, but when he failed to create any kind of significant momentum on his own, she realized he’d need a bit of help on her end.

When the train arrived, she made sure to stand near the front of the crowd, so that she could take one of the few open seats as soon as she got on. Jason’s body was obviously lurched about, and he quit trying to hump her thigh, as his body went from a vertical position to a horizontal one. But before he could start up again, Stephanie crossed her legs, and Jason suddenly felt the girl’s other thigh land on top of his back, pressing him even tighter against her skin and essentially sandwiching his naked body between her nylon-clad thighs. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to move at all now, but then Stephanie started bobbing her foot, dangling her flat up and down while pretending to be absentminded. The reality though was that she was purposefully creating a rhythm against Jason’s trapped little body, forcing his erection back and forth against her thigh. For the next few minutes, she diligently and patiently kept pushing against his body with her top thigh, until eventually Jason’s body buckled, and she felt a wet substance trickle against her leg where his dick had been rubbing. He’d climaxed inside her stockings, in the middle of a public train, and all while nobody even knew where he was.

Even after his horniness subsided, Jason enjoyed the feeling of being strapped to Stephanie’s leg, and didn’t mind the rest of the ride to the university campus. But the train was a little bit late that day, so by the time Stephanie and Jason arrived, she made her way to her first lecture instead of heading to the bathroom to take her friend out of her tights. “I’m glad you had fun down there, but now I don’t have any time to get you cleaned up before class starts,” she told him, looking like she was talking to herself to any other students who overheard. “At least we have the same class together, right?” she chuckled, arriving at the lecture hall just moments before the door closed. Jason realized she was right, and felt a sense of curiosity and anticipation instead of nervousness as he cozied up to her thigh while she hurried towards an open seat in the back. Maybe the next couple hours wouldn’t be so bad.