Post by merc369 on Jun 4, 2009 20:31:49 GMT -5
To say that the world we lived in was unfair would be putting things mildly. In this world you were one of two things: a stepping stool to be quite literally walked over, or the one doing the walking. Looking around the barely lit room at my sorry-looking bunch of friends set things in stone. We were the equivalent of sentient ants, and I hated it. I looked out through a hole in the room, seeing us being taken into some kind of building. My stomach churned at the thought of our futures.
Murmurs were quietly flung around the dark interior of the moving room. Some of us were merely terrified of what would become us, others talked of how they would fight back tooth and claw against the behemoths. I audibly laughed at that one, drawing the attention of the room for but a moment before they were back to murmurs and mumbles. It was fine and well to talk of fighting, but we weren’t in the presence of the giantesses. They were massive creatures that could stomp the life out of you in a single step, or crush you between gargantuan hands. Based on my own few encounters with the titanesses, they seemed to look down at us, viewing us as playthings and entertainment.
Suddenly the room lurched and sent everyone inside to the floor. The floor itself was odd in that it didn’t feel entirely solid. It felt almost like the boxes that the giant women ate food from. Cardboard I think they call it. I staggered to my feet when suddenly a giant blade tore in from the ceiling, slicing down the length of it and then pulling out. Needless to say it had everyone’s full attention, freezing us in fear. Our room was then flooded in light: the ceiling torn open in two distinct pieces. A face came into view, towering above us and visually investigating our tiny selves while a satisfied smirk formed across its bright pink lips.
The room was once again picked up, shaking us, its occupants, quite violently. We soon found our world shifted upside down as the room was flipped, and we were dumped into a new place. I expected myself to shatter on impact with the floor, but a leafy covering absorbed the kinetic energy from the fall. Looking around this new locale, it appeared as if there weren’t any walls at all. It puzzled me greatly. I tepidly approached the edge of the leafy floor, reaching out a nervous hand to feel some kind of invisible wall, preventing my escape.
Cackling sounded on high, “It’s called glass. Wonderful stuff.” I spun around to find our giant captor eying us, her smirk now grown into a humungous smile. “You should sell very well,” said the giantess, nodding to herself before standing to her full, daunting height and walking off.
So there it was. We were in some kind of slave market for these women, destined to be sold off to whoever paid the most. I knew I couldn’t fight the behemoths, but I could certainly attempt an escape. I recalled that we were dropped in, meaning that this so called glass wasn’t on the ceiling. Perhaps these glass walls could be scaled, so that I could hop over the top and flee from this terrible place. I felt ahead of me for any kind of handhold, but alas, the glass was perfectly smooth, and when I attempted climbing I merely slid down to the ground at my feet. I sighed, sitting down and looking around my abode. Across the room was a bowl, where some of my fellow captives ate hungrily from. Next to that was a high tower, which could be seen through like the glass, containing water. At least the self-named goddesses didn’t plan on starving us. At the sight of life’s basic necessities my stomach called out with a groan, signaling to me that it was time to eat. I didn’t like the idea of having to accept the giantesses’ food one bit, but at the same time I felt that if I was going to be trapped in here I might as well be comfortable.
I walked over to the giant bowl, peering over the edge into it. It was filled with brown pellets, the sight of which made me sick. Never the less, my stomach demanded food, and I would provide it with some. I picked up one of the pellets and smelt it; it gave off no scent whatsoever. Satisfied, I popped it into my mouth and chewed, finding it to be quite dry and crunchy. As for the taste itself I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It was artificial for sure, but as to what it was supposed to be impersonating I had no idea. It wasn’t vile, but it certainly wasn’t delicious. I ate a few more until my stomach was happy, followed by me slinking over to an unoccupied corner and curling up. The only thing I could do at this point was lie in wait for someone to purchase me. Some of the others in the cage where busy talking, but at present I wasn’t feeling very sociable. Why take the time to make new friends if we were just going to be separated? Feeling heavy, I finally snuck off to sleep.
The next couple of days passed slowly: everyday several women would visit our cage, and a few more of us would be taken away. At first it really tore me up inside: the giant hand coming down, snagging the person up as they screamed and ran in terror. But now that I’ve seen it happen so much, I’ve grown accustomed to it. I suppose the tiny grain of hope inside had starved and died. At this point there were just a few of us left roaming around the expanse of the cage. I wasn’t really paying attention anymore; my instinct to be on the lookout for giants had been locked away as it had no purpose. I was in this cage, and the giantesses were going to grab me whether I liked it or not.
I turned to gaze out the window the cage was by, as I frequently did, and gave a yelp of surprise, instead seeing a giant pair of sky blue eyes studying me. Having regained my composure, I stared back at the face. Her face didn’t have the coldness of the other women’s, and there even appeared to be a faint smile across her deep red lips. Her skin was flawless: a healthy tan free of freckles or acne. Slightly curly locks of dark blond hair hung in front of her face, with the rest of her gorgeous mane flowing down her back. As I looked her smile grew wider, before she finally spoke.
“Hey in there.” She said softly, voice bursting with hidden excitement, tapping the glass with a pink painted finger nail. I smirked, waving back at her. “You’re not afraid of me like your little friends are.” She said, giggling and wiggling her nose. I looked back over my shoulder at the other men in the cage cowering in fear at the back wall. I turned my attention back to the girl, who was grinning widely. “I want you.” She stated, reaching a hand in for me.
Tilting my head up and watching her giant hand descend for me was one of the most terrifying things I’d ever witnessed, but I held my ground. This seemed to impress the giantess even more, that I wouldn’t try to run from her manicured death dealer. Slender, soft fingers wrapped around my bare waist. Her grip was gentle yet firm, and I began to rise up out of the cage, presumably to a new life as a domesticated animal. She held me up to her face, giving me a chance to see her big beautiful eyes up close.
“Adorable.” She whispered, pressing me to her soft, cushion-like lips. If I were bigger, that would have been a kiss. With that out of the way she tucked me into the crook of her arm: fishing a wallet out of her purse required the use of both hands. I noticed that her body had a bit of an odor to it; she was in a tank top, leaving her arms exposed completely. I assumed that the temperature outside was very hot, especially considering the dampness to her armpit region. There was a feminine quality to the smell, though it still had a foul side as well. Although it overpowered my tiny nostrils, to women her size it was probably barely noticeable.
The woman from before, our initial capturer, worked the counter, taking the new giantess’s money and producing a collar. “What do you want to name him? I need to print the tag.” She said, turning on a metal monstrosity that was most likely the tag labeling device.
“I already have a name.” I said, waving to get the slave selling owner’s attention. Both women looked at me, stunned. I guess they weren’t use to a tiny person talking as if we were on an equal level.
The store owner shook her head dismissively, “Better punish him, or he’ll start thinking backtalk is alright,” She advised, getting a tag ready. She asked again, “What do you want to name him?”
My soon to be mistress gave me a look that I couldn’t decipher, before planting a new grain of hope inside of me, “What’s your name?” She asked gently, plucking me from her sweaty underarm and holding me in front of her majestic face.
How odd that now I was the one smiling, “Matthew.” I said, turning and giving the person selling me a smug look of victory. The anger in her eyes was apparent; if she had the chance she would have crushed me.
My owner grinned, “His name is Matthew.” I realized just then how pretty her smile truly was; perhaps she was different from the other giantesses. The metal machine whirred, punching my name into the tag. The tag and collar were then passed into the friendly giantess’s hands, “Hold still.” She instructed me, holding me up to her face. I obviously wasn’t going anywhere being held this high up. Her other hand came into view, the collar opened and heading for my neck. I felt humiliated at having to wear it, but I didn’t have a choice. There was a click, and the collar was attached, the metal tag hanging in the front; it was cold against my chest.
“Do you want a box to bring him home in?” The shopkeeper asked curtly, obviously ready for me to be out of her hair. The gentle giantess looked down at me, thinking. I pleaded with my eyes, praying she wouldn’t put me into another box. It was dark, uncomfortable, and usually resulted in me getting flung around.
“Nah, I’ll just carry him, thanks. Have a nice day.” She said, smiling politely and turning to leave the store, me in one hand while her purse hung over her bare shoulder. I felt a tremendous amount of relief to finally be leaving that melancholy place, and better still, I was leaving out of a box. It felt heavenly when she opened the door of the store. I saw the sun for the first time in what felt like years, and a cool breeze blew across my face.
“So, what am I supposed to call you, gentle giantess?” I asked sweetly, wanting to stay on her good side, seeing as she was in charge of my fate.
The nameless giantess giggled, stroking my head with a finger, “My name is Adalia, but I’d prefer it if you called me mistress.” Adalia approached a new kind of box, this one on four black wheels with glass all over. Mistress opened a door on the front left side, sitting down in a black leather chair, her breasts being pressed up against a wheel of some kind. Suddenly the seat reclined a bit, giving her relief based on the sigh she made. She set her purse in the seat next to her, grabbing the door and closing it quite loudly. “Where to put you?” She wondered aloud, furrowing her brow a bit and gazing at me. “I think I’ll give you a reward, for being such a polite little pet.” She winked at me, causing me to blush out of reflex. Adalia adjusted her tank top, giving her chest room to poke out of the top, emphasizing her ample bosom. Using her other hand to increase the gap between her breasts, she lowered me down and let me drop a short distance so I could land safely between them. My face was alit by red blushing at this point, and it only got worse when she pulled her hand out of her cleavage and let the giant flesh orbs move back into place, gently squeezing me between them. Although they weighed a massive amount, they were soft enough to hold me firmly yet comfortably in place. “Comfy, pet?” Adalia asked, giggling as she inserted a key into the wheel, causing the box on wheels to roar into life.
I nodded after a moment, which I used to compose myself, “Yes mistress; thank you!” I laid back against the soft flesh and closed my eyes, the warmth between the breasts warming me up like a blanket and drawing me into a restful state.
Adalia spoke after glancing down and seeing me beginning to nap, “You might as well sleep, it’s a long drive home. I came out here special, just to get you.” She said, reaching down and patting my head with a finger tip.
I followed her advice right away, rolling over and resting my head against her, quickly falling into a slumber. My dreams fluctuated between being nightmares and paradise; one moment I’m being stomped on, the next I’m sitting in the grass on a hillside, watching the sunset.
“Hey, wake up.” I heard softly, being repeated. I struggled awake, opening my eyes with difficulty: obviously I had enjoyed my sleeping place. I looked around, now inside what must have been her house, and to be more specific, her bedroom. Her bed occupied the far corner, pink sheets adorning it with an array of pillows to lie on. A box with glass sat on the opposite wall, facing the bed. It was wide and flat, with buttons the size of my head on it. A desk that would be relatively large to mistress was next to the bed, with another box similar to the one across from her sleeping area. There was also a board of some sort, with little buttons that had letters, and some kind of wired device, sitting on a pad. I also noticed, much to my horror, a metal cage on the desk. The bars were silver, with a water jug on the inside as well as a bowl, and a big wheel, presumably for exercise. “Welcome home, Matt. This is my room, and as you can see, over there is yours.” She pulled me from her breasts and into her hand, walking across the room and sitting on the edge of her bed, holding me up to the cage.
“Do I have to be put in there?” I asked, frightened of it, “I promise not to run away; it’s not like I can really go anywhere. I really don’t like the idea of the cage, mistress.” I pleaded, hugging her thumb as I needed something to hold, to calm myself.
Mistress sighed, “I know you don’t like it, but I can’t have you running around my house either. Even if I knew you weren’t going to run away, there’s the possibility of you hurting yourself, or being accidently stepped on.” She gave me a sympathetic smile, “Look, I’ll only put you there for bed time, alright? Otherwise you’ll be on my person.”
That took quite the load off of my shoulders! My face must have shown it too, because Adalia’s smile grew into a grin. “Mistress, what are those boxes?” I asked, pointing at the one across the room and then the one atop the desk.
“Ah, that one, across from my bed is called a television, TV for short. This other one is called a computer monitor, or flat screen. Here.” She laid back in the bed and grabbed some kind of small device, pushing a button and causing this strange ‘TV’ to burst with colors, while giantesses yelled quite loudly about something called ‘McDonald’s’ and how delicious it was.
“Do you live with them?” I queried, wondering if I would have to obey other mistresses.
Adalia gave me a confused look, “Live with them…? Oh!” She must have had an epiphany of sorts. “You don’t get it- they’re a recording…like, a moving picture. They can’t see you.” She said, giggling at my apparent stupidity.
“Oh…” I mumbled, blushing and feeling embarrassed at my lack of knowledge. “So this flat screen is like a miniature television?” I asked, trying to recover what little dignity I had left.
“Sort of yeah. Think of it more as a limitless book though. There are more moving pictures on it, as well as music and information for just about anything.” I was surprised that Adalia was being so receptive to my questions. Back at the pet store any attempts to ask the shopkeeper questions resulted in her shaking the cage.
My perch on Adalia’s hand began to quake, while a growling noise erupted from within her. “Hungry, mistress?” I quipped, while a huge blush spread across her face.
“I guess so, yeah. Come on, you can try some cooked food for once.” At the mention of cooked food my own stomach roared; apparently I was hungry too. “I guess the pet pellets don’t satisfy?” She asked, walking for the kitchen with me once again in her gentle fist.
I shook my head, resting my arms on the knuckle of her thumb, “Not really. They’re dry and rather plain. You can eat and eat them and never feel full.” I stated, resting my head on my arms.
“Guess I’m glad I didn’t buy a bag then.” She chuckled, setting me down on the kitchen counter, now opening a large white box that oozed freezing air. “By the way, this is called a fridge. It keeps food cold so it doesn’t expire and go stale.” The technology that these women had was astounding; if they’d only share it with us then we wouldn’t have to sneak around and steal things to eat. It almost seems as if the giantesses had created the tension between themselves and us by their greed. I wasn’t going to say this to Adalia of course.
Adalia pulled a circular package from the fridge, opening it with a fingernail. “Is that a…um…pizza? Some of my cage-mates had told me about how good they were.” I said, watching her insert it into what I suspected to be the so-called oven.
Adalia nodded, “Yup. And you’re friends were right: pizzas are extra yummy.” She said, coming over to my place at the counter and looking down at me. Tilting my head to match her gaze, I found it difficult to see her face past her bosom. “It must be so weird to be as small as you.” She said, climbing onto the counter and sitting next to me. For the first time since we’d met I got a chance to see her lower half. She wore a dark blue skirt, though at the moment it was riding a little high, giving sight to her golden thighs. Moving lower, her calves were covered with pulled up socks, while her feet were shoeless. “Checking me out pet?” Adalia cooed, startling me out of my trance and causing me to shoot my gaze up.
“Well, err, you’re just…very pretty.” I said finally, choosing to just be honest with mistress. Adalia’s hand came down behind me, scooping me up onto the palm and bringing me to her face.
She had a kind, compassionate look, “Aw, thanks Matt. I think we’ll come to be great friends.” She said, again pressing me against those beautiful lips of hers. And much to her surprise, as well as my own, I kissed back, hugging into her puckered lips while placing my own on hers. Mistress pulled her hand away, ending the kiss a few moments later. “Thanks…it means a lot that you’re so accepting of me. Men seem to hate us giantesses…” A faint smile formed, “I guess I got lucky with you.”
The pizza soon finished cooking, as noted by the loud buzzer. Adalia was kind enough to turn it off quickly and end the abuse on my ears. “Be careful; it’s hot,” She warned, setting the pizza and me on the dining room table. Adalia took a piece and sat it on her plate, tearing off the tip of the pizza and offering it to me. “Just tell me if you want more.”
I put the pizza in my mouth tentatively, never having food that was hot and fresh before. My eyes went wide as an explosion of flavor flew across my tongue. “Can I have this all the time mistress? It’s so good! Like nothing I’ve ever had before! It’s not even cold!” I exclaimed, astounded.
Adalia began to laugh, having to stop eating to prevent choking. “We can have something different each night then, so you can start to find out what giantess foods you like and don’t like.” I nodded, beginning to stealthily scoot closer to her on the table, until I was seated right under her chest. Adalia leaned over and looked at me with a smirk, before sitting back up. I wondered what that could have been about, until she leaned down, resting her heavy breasts on my miniscule body. She wasn’t letting them crush me of course, rather just giving me a pleasant place under them.
I sighed comfortably, closing my eyes once again. “Thanks, mistress…” I said quietly, reaching up and patting the breasts before relaxing while she finished eating.
About ten minutes later she was finally done, and had put her plate in the sink. She turned a knob, and water came out of a long pipe called the faucet. It was simply fascinating to watch; it was a miniature waterfall! “You giantesses have so much technology…” I mumbled, astounded.
Adalia grinned, setting me on her shoulder, “Do you mind sitting on my shoulder, or would you prefer being carried?” She asked softly, since I was now right next to her mouth.
“I’m fine here as long as you don’t start running or making fast movements.” I took some locks of her golden-brown mane and wrapped them about my torso, acting as a nice little safety tether.
Adalia began to walk towards her room, “Time to hit the sack…” She said softly, plucking me off her shoulder and opening the cage, setting me inside gently. I laid back in the bedding material as she went to the dresser to change into a night gown. “Look at you, politely looking away! You’re really one of a kind, you know that?” She said softly, laying in her bed and gazing at me fondly. I sat up to look at her, giving a faint smile. Adalia was obviously a kinder owner than the other girls, but the cage still made me immensely uncomfortable. “Good night, Matt.” She whispered, turning off the light and casting me into darkness.
I laid back down, trying to get to sleep as best I could, but no matter how I lay sleep would not seek me out. Finally Adalia spoke again, “Could you stop moving please?” She asked sweetly, though there was obvious frustration behind her voice. Perhaps she couldn’t get to sleep either? The most likely reason of course was the crunching of bedding under my shifting form.
“Sorry mistress…I’m having trouble getting to sleep.” Suddenly the lamp was turned back on and Adalia had gotten out of bed, now standing before the cage. I must say I was a bit frightened: what if I had upset her?
“Come here, you…” she murmured, opening the cage and picking me by my underarms. “I can’t sleep either. How bout we watch a movie?” I smiled and nodded eagerly. Adalia settled back into bed, now cuddling me close as she picked up the television remote. She moved through several menus until reaching a movie called ‘Attack of the 50ft Woman.’ “This movie has great special effects,” She explained as we watched, “Look at how they make the men look normal sized! And then…” The woman on screen began to grow, until she was bigger than the men and women both! “Look at how they even make the women look small! And this is a fairly old movie too.” She said, petting down my back as the film went on.
That’s how I spent my first night with Adalia, before succumbing to sleep and passing out halfway through the movie, which she thought was absolutely adorable.
Murmurs were quietly flung around the dark interior of the moving room. Some of us were merely terrified of what would become us, others talked of how they would fight back tooth and claw against the behemoths. I audibly laughed at that one, drawing the attention of the room for but a moment before they were back to murmurs and mumbles. It was fine and well to talk of fighting, but we weren’t in the presence of the giantesses. They were massive creatures that could stomp the life out of you in a single step, or crush you between gargantuan hands. Based on my own few encounters with the titanesses, they seemed to look down at us, viewing us as playthings and entertainment.
Suddenly the room lurched and sent everyone inside to the floor. The floor itself was odd in that it didn’t feel entirely solid. It felt almost like the boxes that the giant women ate food from. Cardboard I think they call it. I staggered to my feet when suddenly a giant blade tore in from the ceiling, slicing down the length of it and then pulling out. Needless to say it had everyone’s full attention, freezing us in fear. Our room was then flooded in light: the ceiling torn open in two distinct pieces. A face came into view, towering above us and visually investigating our tiny selves while a satisfied smirk formed across its bright pink lips.
The room was once again picked up, shaking us, its occupants, quite violently. We soon found our world shifted upside down as the room was flipped, and we were dumped into a new place. I expected myself to shatter on impact with the floor, but a leafy covering absorbed the kinetic energy from the fall. Looking around this new locale, it appeared as if there weren’t any walls at all. It puzzled me greatly. I tepidly approached the edge of the leafy floor, reaching out a nervous hand to feel some kind of invisible wall, preventing my escape.
Cackling sounded on high, “It’s called glass. Wonderful stuff.” I spun around to find our giant captor eying us, her smirk now grown into a humungous smile. “You should sell very well,” said the giantess, nodding to herself before standing to her full, daunting height and walking off.
So there it was. We were in some kind of slave market for these women, destined to be sold off to whoever paid the most. I knew I couldn’t fight the behemoths, but I could certainly attempt an escape. I recalled that we were dropped in, meaning that this so called glass wasn’t on the ceiling. Perhaps these glass walls could be scaled, so that I could hop over the top and flee from this terrible place. I felt ahead of me for any kind of handhold, but alas, the glass was perfectly smooth, and when I attempted climbing I merely slid down to the ground at my feet. I sighed, sitting down and looking around my abode. Across the room was a bowl, where some of my fellow captives ate hungrily from. Next to that was a high tower, which could be seen through like the glass, containing water. At least the self-named goddesses didn’t plan on starving us. At the sight of life’s basic necessities my stomach called out with a groan, signaling to me that it was time to eat. I didn’t like the idea of having to accept the giantesses’ food one bit, but at the same time I felt that if I was going to be trapped in here I might as well be comfortable.
I walked over to the giant bowl, peering over the edge into it. It was filled with brown pellets, the sight of which made me sick. Never the less, my stomach demanded food, and I would provide it with some. I picked up one of the pellets and smelt it; it gave off no scent whatsoever. Satisfied, I popped it into my mouth and chewed, finding it to be quite dry and crunchy. As for the taste itself I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It was artificial for sure, but as to what it was supposed to be impersonating I had no idea. It wasn’t vile, but it certainly wasn’t delicious. I ate a few more until my stomach was happy, followed by me slinking over to an unoccupied corner and curling up. The only thing I could do at this point was lie in wait for someone to purchase me. Some of the others in the cage where busy talking, but at present I wasn’t feeling very sociable. Why take the time to make new friends if we were just going to be separated? Feeling heavy, I finally snuck off to sleep.
The next couple of days passed slowly: everyday several women would visit our cage, and a few more of us would be taken away. At first it really tore me up inside: the giant hand coming down, snagging the person up as they screamed and ran in terror. But now that I’ve seen it happen so much, I’ve grown accustomed to it. I suppose the tiny grain of hope inside had starved and died. At this point there were just a few of us left roaming around the expanse of the cage. I wasn’t really paying attention anymore; my instinct to be on the lookout for giants had been locked away as it had no purpose. I was in this cage, and the giantesses were going to grab me whether I liked it or not.
I turned to gaze out the window the cage was by, as I frequently did, and gave a yelp of surprise, instead seeing a giant pair of sky blue eyes studying me. Having regained my composure, I stared back at the face. Her face didn’t have the coldness of the other women’s, and there even appeared to be a faint smile across her deep red lips. Her skin was flawless: a healthy tan free of freckles or acne. Slightly curly locks of dark blond hair hung in front of her face, with the rest of her gorgeous mane flowing down her back. As I looked her smile grew wider, before she finally spoke.
“Hey in there.” She said softly, voice bursting with hidden excitement, tapping the glass with a pink painted finger nail. I smirked, waving back at her. “You’re not afraid of me like your little friends are.” She said, giggling and wiggling her nose. I looked back over my shoulder at the other men in the cage cowering in fear at the back wall. I turned my attention back to the girl, who was grinning widely. “I want you.” She stated, reaching a hand in for me.
Tilting my head up and watching her giant hand descend for me was one of the most terrifying things I’d ever witnessed, but I held my ground. This seemed to impress the giantess even more, that I wouldn’t try to run from her manicured death dealer. Slender, soft fingers wrapped around my bare waist. Her grip was gentle yet firm, and I began to rise up out of the cage, presumably to a new life as a domesticated animal. She held me up to her face, giving me a chance to see her big beautiful eyes up close.
“Adorable.” She whispered, pressing me to her soft, cushion-like lips. If I were bigger, that would have been a kiss. With that out of the way she tucked me into the crook of her arm: fishing a wallet out of her purse required the use of both hands. I noticed that her body had a bit of an odor to it; she was in a tank top, leaving her arms exposed completely. I assumed that the temperature outside was very hot, especially considering the dampness to her armpit region. There was a feminine quality to the smell, though it still had a foul side as well. Although it overpowered my tiny nostrils, to women her size it was probably barely noticeable.
The woman from before, our initial capturer, worked the counter, taking the new giantess’s money and producing a collar. “What do you want to name him? I need to print the tag.” She said, turning on a metal monstrosity that was most likely the tag labeling device.
“I already have a name.” I said, waving to get the slave selling owner’s attention. Both women looked at me, stunned. I guess they weren’t use to a tiny person talking as if we were on an equal level.
The store owner shook her head dismissively, “Better punish him, or he’ll start thinking backtalk is alright,” She advised, getting a tag ready. She asked again, “What do you want to name him?”
My soon to be mistress gave me a look that I couldn’t decipher, before planting a new grain of hope inside of me, “What’s your name?” She asked gently, plucking me from her sweaty underarm and holding me in front of her majestic face.
How odd that now I was the one smiling, “Matthew.” I said, turning and giving the person selling me a smug look of victory. The anger in her eyes was apparent; if she had the chance she would have crushed me.
My owner grinned, “His name is Matthew.” I realized just then how pretty her smile truly was; perhaps she was different from the other giantesses. The metal machine whirred, punching my name into the tag. The tag and collar were then passed into the friendly giantess’s hands, “Hold still.” She instructed me, holding me up to her face. I obviously wasn’t going anywhere being held this high up. Her other hand came into view, the collar opened and heading for my neck. I felt humiliated at having to wear it, but I didn’t have a choice. There was a click, and the collar was attached, the metal tag hanging in the front; it was cold against my chest.
“Do you want a box to bring him home in?” The shopkeeper asked curtly, obviously ready for me to be out of her hair. The gentle giantess looked down at me, thinking. I pleaded with my eyes, praying she wouldn’t put me into another box. It was dark, uncomfortable, and usually resulted in me getting flung around.
“Nah, I’ll just carry him, thanks. Have a nice day.” She said, smiling politely and turning to leave the store, me in one hand while her purse hung over her bare shoulder. I felt a tremendous amount of relief to finally be leaving that melancholy place, and better still, I was leaving out of a box. It felt heavenly when she opened the door of the store. I saw the sun for the first time in what felt like years, and a cool breeze blew across my face.
“So, what am I supposed to call you, gentle giantess?” I asked sweetly, wanting to stay on her good side, seeing as she was in charge of my fate.
The nameless giantess giggled, stroking my head with a finger, “My name is Adalia, but I’d prefer it if you called me mistress.” Adalia approached a new kind of box, this one on four black wheels with glass all over. Mistress opened a door on the front left side, sitting down in a black leather chair, her breasts being pressed up against a wheel of some kind. Suddenly the seat reclined a bit, giving her relief based on the sigh she made. She set her purse in the seat next to her, grabbing the door and closing it quite loudly. “Where to put you?” She wondered aloud, furrowing her brow a bit and gazing at me. “I think I’ll give you a reward, for being such a polite little pet.” She winked at me, causing me to blush out of reflex. Adalia adjusted her tank top, giving her chest room to poke out of the top, emphasizing her ample bosom. Using her other hand to increase the gap between her breasts, she lowered me down and let me drop a short distance so I could land safely between them. My face was alit by red blushing at this point, and it only got worse when she pulled her hand out of her cleavage and let the giant flesh orbs move back into place, gently squeezing me between them. Although they weighed a massive amount, they were soft enough to hold me firmly yet comfortably in place. “Comfy, pet?” Adalia asked, giggling as she inserted a key into the wheel, causing the box on wheels to roar into life.
I nodded after a moment, which I used to compose myself, “Yes mistress; thank you!” I laid back against the soft flesh and closed my eyes, the warmth between the breasts warming me up like a blanket and drawing me into a restful state.
Adalia spoke after glancing down and seeing me beginning to nap, “You might as well sleep, it’s a long drive home. I came out here special, just to get you.” She said, reaching down and patting my head with a finger tip.
I followed her advice right away, rolling over and resting my head against her, quickly falling into a slumber. My dreams fluctuated between being nightmares and paradise; one moment I’m being stomped on, the next I’m sitting in the grass on a hillside, watching the sunset.
“Hey, wake up.” I heard softly, being repeated. I struggled awake, opening my eyes with difficulty: obviously I had enjoyed my sleeping place. I looked around, now inside what must have been her house, and to be more specific, her bedroom. Her bed occupied the far corner, pink sheets adorning it with an array of pillows to lie on. A box with glass sat on the opposite wall, facing the bed. It was wide and flat, with buttons the size of my head on it. A desk that would be relatively large to mistress was next to the bed, with another box similar to the one across from her sleeping area. There was also a board of some sort, with little buttons that had letters, and some kind of wired device, sitting on a pad. I also noticed, much to my horror, a metal cage on the desk. The bars were silver, with a water jug on the inside as well as a bowl, and a big wheel, presumably for exercise. “Welcome home, Matt. This is my room, and as you can see, over there is yours.” She pulled me from her breasts and into her hand, walking across the room and sitting on the edge of her bed, holding me up to the cage.
“Do I have to be put in there?” I asked, frightened of it, “I promise not to run away; it’s not like I can really go anywhere. I really don’t like the idea of the cage, mistress.” I pleaded, hugging her thumb as I needed something to hold, to calm myself.
Mistress sighed, “I know you don’t like it, but I can’t have you running around my house either. Even if I knew you weren’t going to run away, there’s the possibility of you hurting yourself, or being accidently stepped on.” She gave me a sympathetic smile, “Look, I’ll only put you there for bed time, alright? Otherwise you’ll be on my person.”
That took quite the load off of my shoulders! My face must have shown it too, because Adalia’s smile grew into a grin. “Mistress, what are those boxes?” I asked, pointing at the one across the room and then the one atop the desk.
“Ah, that one, across from my bed is called a television, TV for short. This other one is called a computer monitor, or flat screen. Here.” She laid back in the bed and grabbed some kind of small device, pushing a button and causing this strange ‘TV’ to burst with colors, while giantesses yelled quite loudly about something called ‘McDonald’s’ and how delicious it was.
“Do you live with them?” I queried, wondering if I would have to obey other mistresses.
Adalia gave me a confused look, “Live with them…? Oh!” She must have had an epiphany of sorts. “You don’t get it- they’re a recording…like, a moving picture. They can’t see you.” She said, giggling at my apparent stupidity.
“Oh…” I mumbled, blushing and feeling embarrassed at my lack of knowledge. “So this flat screen is like a miniature television?” I asked, trying to recover what little dignity I had left.
“Sort of yeah. Think of it more as a limitless book though. There are more moving pictures on it, as well as music and information for just about anything.” I was surprised that Adalia was being so receptive to my questions. Back at the pet store any attempts to ask the shopkeeper questions resulted in her shaking the cage.
My perch on Adalia’s hand began to quake, while a growling noise erupted from within her. “Hungry, mistress?” I quipped, while a huge blush spread across her face.
“I guess so, yeah. Come on, you can try some cooked food for once.” At the mention of cooked food my own stomach roared; apparently I was hungry too. “I guess the pet pellets don’t satisfy?” She asked, walking for the kitchen with me once again in her gentle fist.
I shook my head, resting my arms on the knuckle of her thumb, “Not really. They’re dry and rather plain. You can eat and eat them and never feel full.” I stated, resting my head on my arms.
“Guess I’m glad I didn’t buy a bag then.” She chuckled, setting me down on the kitchen counter, now opening a large white box that oozed freezing air. “By the way, this is called a fridge. It keeps food cold so it doesn’t expire and go stale.” The technology that these women had was astounding; if they’d only share it with us then we wouldn’t have to sneak around and steal things to eat. It almost seems as if the giantesses had created the tension between themselves and us by their greed. I wasn’t going to say this to Adalia of course.
Adalia pulled a circular package from the fridge, opening it with a fingernail. “Is that a…um…pizza? Some of my cage-mates had told me about how good they were.” I said, watching her insert it into what I suspected to be the so-called oven.
Adalia nodded, “Yup. And you’re friends were right: pizzas are extra yummy.” She said, coming over to my place at the counter and looking down at me. Tilting my head to match her gaze, I found it difficult to see her face past her bosom. “It must be so weird to be as small as you.” She said, climbing onto the counter and sitting next to me. For the first time since we’d met I got a chance to see her lower half. She wore a dark blue skirt, though at the moment it was riding a little high, giving sight to her golden thighs. Moving lower, her calves were covered with pulled up socks, while her feet were shoeless. “Checking me out pet?” Adalia cooed, startling me out of my trance and causing me to shoot my gaze up.
“Well, err, you’re just…very pretty.” I said finally, choosing to just be honest with mistress. Adalia’s hand came down behind me, scooping me up onto the palm and bringing me to her face.
She had a kind, compassionate look, “Aw, thanks Matt. I think we’ll come to be great friends.” She said, again pressing me against those beautiful lips of hers. And much to her surprise, as well as my own, I kissed back, hugging into her puckered lips while placing my own on hers. Mistress pulled her hand away, ending the kiss a few moments later. “Thanks…it means a lot that you’re so accepting of me. Men seem to hate us giantesses…” A faint smile formed, “I guess I got lucky with you.”
The pizza soon finished cooking, as noted by the loud buzzer. Adalia was kind enough to turn it off quickly and end the abuse on my ears. “Be careful; it’s hot,” She warned, setting the pizza and me on the dining room table. Adalia took a piece and sat it on her plate, tearing off the tip of the pizza and offering it to me. “Just tell me if you want more.”
I put the pizza in my mouth tentatively, never having food that was hot and fresh before. My eyes went wide as an explosion of flavor flew across my tongue. “Can I have this all the time mistress? It’s so good! Like nothing I’ve ever had before! It’s not even cold!” I exclaimed, astounded.
Adalia began to laugh, having to stop eating to prevent choking. “We can have something different each night then, so you can start to find out what giantess foods you like and don’t like.” I nodded, beginning to stealthily scoot closer to her on the table, until I was seated right under her chest. Adalia leaned over and looked at me with a smirk, before sitting back up. I wondered what that could have been about, until she leaned down, resting her heavy breasts on my miniscule body. She wasn’t letting them crush me of course, rather just giving me a pleasant place under them.
I sighed comfortably, closing my eyes once again. “Thanks, mistress…” I said quietly, reaching up and patting the breasts before relaxing while she finished eating.
About ten minutes later she was finally done, and had put her plate in the sink. She turned a knob, and water came out of a long pipe called the faucet. It was simply fascinating to watch; it was a miniature waterfall! “You giantesses have so much technology…” I mumbled, astounded.
Adalia grinned, setting me on her shoulder, “Do you mind sitting on my shoulder, or would you prefer being carried?” She asked softly, since I was now right next to her mouth.
“I’m fine here as long as you don’t start running or making fast movements.” I took some locks of her golden-brown mane and wrapped them about my torso, acting as a nice little safety tether.
Adalia began to walk towards her room, “Time to hit the sack…” She said softly, plucking me off her shoulder and opening the cage, setting me inside gently. I laid back in the bedding material as she went to the dresser to change into a night gown. “Look at you, politely looking away! You’re really one of a kind, you know that?” She said softly, laying in her bed and gazing at me fondly. I sat up to look at her, giving a faint smile. Adalia was obviously a kinder owner than the other girls, but the cage still made me immensely uncomfortable. “Good night, Matt.” She whispered, turning off the light and casting me into darkness.
I laid back down, trying to get to sleep as best I could, but no matter how I lay sleep would not seek me out. Finally Adalia spoke again, “Could you stop moving please?” She asked sweetly, though there was obvious frustration behind her voice. Perhaps she couldn’t get to sleep either? The most likely reason of course was the crunching of bedding under my shifting form.
“Sorry mistress…I’m having trouble getting to sleep.” Suddenly the lamp was turned back on and Adalia had gotten out of bed, now standing before the cage. I must say I was a bit frightened: what if I had upset her?
“Come here, you…” she murmured, opening the cage and picking me by my underarms. “I can’t sleep either. How bout we watch a movie?” I smiled and nodded eagerly. Adalia settled back into bed, now cuddling me close as she picked up the television remote. She moved through several menus until reaching a movie called ‘Attack of the 50ft Woman.’ “This movie has great special effects,” She explained as we watched, “Look at how they make the men look normal sized! And then…” The woman on screen began to grow, until she was bigger than the men and women both! “Look at how they even make the women look small! And this is a fairly old movie too.” She said, petting down my back as the film went on.
That’s how I spent my first night with Adalia, before succumbing to sleep and passing out halfway through the movie, which she thought was absolutely adorable.
