Giantess plays with puny man

The city skyline glitters with lights from buildings, apartments and workspaces under my bare feet as I walked along the tiny car infested streets. I crouched, thighs swallowing entire blocks worth of buildings, and pluck your apartment building between thumb and forefinger like it was nothing. Plaster dust from destroyed buildings, snows from my mountainous cleavage as I tilt my head. “There you are.”

Your screams barely reach my ears. I scoop you up like a speck of pepper on a china plate and lick you covered in saliva with you body barely fitting my tongue fully. Your limbs stick to my tongue’s ridges like glue. “Mmm. Salty.” I purse my lips and blow, watching you dangle from a spit-string over the canyon of my cleavage. “Hold still. Wouldn’t want to…drop you.”

My bedsheet groans as I recline onto it, your writhing shadow darting across Everest-sized breasts like a tiny fly buzzing around. I pinch your ankle, swinging you like a pendulum above the volcano heat between my legs. “Shhh,” I croon. “You’ll like what I have in store for you.” You barely stretch my outer lips with how small you are. I giggle, sealing you in with two fingers to make sure you can’t escape. “Warm, isn’t it?” My hips roll, grinding you into the slick folds. “Bet you can’t name all the flavors.”

You kick, a gnat batting a thundercloud. I sigh, arching until the headboard cracks drywall. “Feisty one.” My fingertip prods between folds, burying you knuckle-deep inward. Velvet walls clench. “Let’s see those survival skills.” The nightstand mirror catches my smirk as I lift you out, glistening and covered with slick while gasping, on a fingertip. “Round two?” I pop you into my mouth, canines grazing your shoulders and skin. Whiskey-burn breath floods your world. “Swim,” I purr, tongue churning you against molars. “Or…don’t.” Dawn licks the horizon when I finally spit you onto the windowsill. You tremble in a puddle of saliva. I blow a kiss, watching your hair flutter. “Let’s get you bathed, tadpole.” cream walls of the room quiver with my laughter.
I pluck you from the window sill, crumb on a god’s palm and press you between my breasts to hold. Skin hotter than baker’s asphalt seals you in darkness. “Breathe,” I mock, striding past mirrors that shatter at my giant hips.

The bathtub groans as I fill it with warm water, tsunami waves sloshing over subway tiles. You paddle frantically in the moat of my navel. “Splish splash,” I coo, flicking you into the churning depths. Bubbles erupt where you sink. My big toe blocks the drain. “Marco…” You breach the surface gasping. “Polo.” My heel brushes a rubber duck the size of a boat. Later, coiled in silk sheets, I roll you across my nipple’s plateau. You cling to the areola’s ridges, fingers sinking into flesh like warm wax. “Tsk.” I blow sideways, sending you cartwheeling down the slope of my bare stomach. “Should’ve held tighter, gnat.”

The terrarium awaits dollhouse sized for you, with a thimble toilet and postage stamp bed. I drop you inside, sealing the lid with a lipstick kiss. “Nighty night,” I hum, setting it on the nightstand beside earrings big as your torso. Through the glass, your fists beat silent protest. I snap off the lamp. “Sweet dreams,” I whisper, thighs laying on the mattress.

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