I carefully lifted the huge beer, the size of a two-liter soda bottle - and heavier still from the thick glass mug it had been poured into. I'd seen some of the male staff in the bar carry them one-handed - with some effort - but not me.

No, not sickeningly petite Annabeth, whose hands were even smaller than one would think for a five-foot-tall girl who didn't even weigh a hundred pounds, especially not when I'm wrapped up in real simple black knee-length dress.

The raucous noise of the place seemed to be reaching a fever pitch. I turned around, consigning myself to lugging the last beer over to the table I was serving - I'd moved them one at a time. G-Bar had been built by and for giantesses, back in the eighties - and it apparently hadn't gotten an update even once since.

The fifteen-foot ceiling had only a scattering of pin lights; most of what scant illumination existed was provided by the pink and blue neon lining the dented chrome bar... which was taller than me. A little more surrounding the windows, as if the place wasn't tacky enough.

The walls were decorated with old-school propaganda posters showing uniformed giantesses lugging howitzers to fight Nazis in France in 1938, doing the same to overcome the Communists, bleeding in Vietnam, marching for civil rights, building towers and bridges, hunting down terrorists at the far corners of the world... one from every decade, it seemed, yet all kind of the same.

The utilitarian tile floor was stained and pock-marked all over, though perhaps that was less obvious from nine or ten feet up in the air - as most of the patrons of G-Bar would be viewing it from. They were all around me, sitting at tables that stood over eye level to me, talking incredibly loud; playing darts over there, and... hey, were they...?

My mouth went agape. I'd never seen such a thing - certainly not in public! At a far table in the corner, two giantesses - both brunettes - were sitting with their chairs leaned back against the wall, legs spread wide.

Their jeans and panties were around their shoes, and between each giantess' legs and standing on a pair of step-stools were two men - studs, as the male employees were called, with their own pants down and cocks out - ramming their poles into each of the two giantesses' pussies fast and hard.

I had heard that giantesses had incredibly strong sex drives, and that they were insatiable lovers... but good people dismissed that as urban legend bullshit. Still... looking at the spectacle... my eyes only went wider as I stared.

A small crowd of other giantesses had gathered around them, hoisting their beers high and calling out loudly. It was some kind of contest - money was changing hands quickly, the seemingly diminutive six-foot studs both wildly fucking the nine- or ten-foot giantesses who'd chosen them, and doing it as hard they could.

The two receiving the studs' efforts seemed to be more interested in the game than the sex, and were smiling and laughing at the men fucking them - even as the pair of burly studs did their level best and used every rippling muscle in their frames to do their task.

Had it been in any other context, I would have been impressed... or a bit turned on... to see such well-built men - but then and there, rutting themselves into women who looked like they could break any man in half without even trying, the bare-ass guys looked... well, kind of pathetic.

I whirled on my feet, pushing a lock of chestnut-brown hair out of the way as I searched for the innkeep - and yes, she actually told me I was supposed to call her that when she hired me. It's some kind of giantess history thing, goes back to colonial times? I don't even know her real name.

There she was - talking to the bartender and leaning on the bar top herself. The innkeep was maybe fifty years old, almost nine feet tall and with streaks of grey in her brunette hair, waist held tight by a corset and a long, narrow skirt. Her face had the same knowing, bemused expression as always.

I gestured toward the... offending guests, staring at her expectantly. I mouthed toward her: What - The - Fuck - Innkeep?

She crooked a finger at me, beckoning me close. I reluctantly came closer, still carrying the beer due to a table, and came up to the side of the bar, my face not quite reaching the top of it. Bending down as I drew close, she leaned over the bar and pressed her body to it as she brought her massive face close to mine.

"This is your first Saturday night, isn't it?"

I only nodded. She smiled.

"Well, get used to it. The action doesn't always make it all the way to the private rooms. We don't judge as long as nobody complains and everyone pays their tabs, okay?"

I looked up at her, flabberghasted - but she only winked back. I swallowed. What the hell kind of job did you go and get, Annabeth? I glanced back at the public spectacle in the corner, then turned away. It was my third night since I'd begun working at G-Bar. Atlanta's premier - only, really - giantess-owned drinking establishment. The offer had been good at the time, and about the only place that was willing to work with my insane class schedule.

Fuck. I had no choice. It was here or go back to doing massages, and if I got asked for one more... happy ending... before I retire, it would be too soon. I straightened the simple black dress that was my 'uniform', and walked back to my destination, giant beer still in my straining arms.

I was almost to the table that had ordered the beer - there was only one giantess at it now - when the girls, giantesses all, at the table before mine all got up at once, mostly drunk. One of them stumbled into me, not really paying attention.

The drunk giantess' massive thigh bowled me over, and I wailed, tumbling aside and trying to keep the beer upright - only to find I'd been caught, something warm pressing against my side and chest. I glanced down to see a thick arm and hand, feminine yet enormous, gently setting me back upright again, and pulling the beer glass from my hands.

"Thanks, darling." A voice came from above, then it spoke again - but not to me. "Watch it, Allie."

"Ah shit... uhh... yeah." The other voice - Allie? - was from the giantess who'd clumsily ran into me. I was only a foot away from one of the other chairs and my head had been careening toward the heavy steel of its leg. I could have cracked my damn head open. I looked up to see who'd caught me.

Damn. I'd taken her order for the beer, but I hadn't been paying much attention; I could barely hear anything, and I was so confused. The woman who'd saved me was colossal, even by giantess standards; she was out of her chair and now kneeling in front of me, and she still dwarfed me.

Somehow, my eyes fixated first on her glasses. They were massive, obviously, but they were the thick, narrow, steel-rimmed kind like you see on hipsters... just scaled up to fit on a giantess. They looked heavy enough that I could use the ear brackets like little crowbars. Her eyes were bright blue, with specks of hazel; so clear, so huge... I could see every detail.

Her face - well, I guess giantesses don't bother with much makeup, it would probably cost a fortune... but she didn't really need it. Somehow it would look odd on her anyway, and most people wouldn't see her face up that close, I guess. Her hair was simple and straight, black locks hanging down to her shoulders. She had strong cheekbones and a high hairline, a harsh but pretty face... and her expression was so calm, warm and reassuring.

The giantess' outfit was simple enough; she wore a sleeveless red athletic top that fit around her snugly, featuring a white logo I couldn't quite make out, and a pair of cutoff jeans - that looked less like the California Girls kind, more like she'd repurposed a pair of jeans meant for a giantess smaller than her.

Nothing about her was small. She was enormous, magnificent, towering over even the other giantesses. I'm five feet tall; she had to be twice my height and then some. Other giantesses probably asked her if she played basketball.

She was smiling gently as she held me... wait. Her warm hand still caressed my side, the heat coming through the thin fabric of my uniform. Was she... squeezing me? Gently, but... yeah, I felt her thumb over one breast, pressing down...

Suddenly she let go, seeming to realize her touch had been getting a bit familiar. Standing again - rising to her tremendous height, a fascinating tower of femininity - she stepped back and dropped herself back into the chair at her table, now alone at it. "Um - sorry. I was checking for injuries." Her powerful voice sounded a bit uncertain.

She glanced over at the corner, where the two men were fucking - just in time for a massive roar to erupt, presumably when somebody had... won? Cum? I guess? I wasn't even sure what was going on there, aside from some kind of competitive sex.

"You're new here." I shook my head, turning toward her. Her voice was... strong, clear, but also soft. She didn't shout or announce herself, she was simply self-confident enough to let her voice carry itself. How had she caught me like that? I was sure she'd been a good ten feet away when it happened.

"Um - yes. Third night." I nodded, coming closer. Why was I coming closer? I was at eye level with her sculpted ass, and was vaguely aware of her big tits above me, held tight in her spandex top. Did I really just think of another girl's ass as sculpted?

She looked down, over the side of the table, at me - was she staring at my chest? I didn't think another girl would ever do that. I felt suddenly self-conscious; my tits were tiny, A-cups, even with my push-up bra nobody stared at them... should I be flattered or...

"Annabeth." She nodded. I blinked. Oh. She'd been squinting at my name tag. Why was my mind so focused on sex? "Well, Annabeth. Thanks for the beer."

"Thanks for saving me." I blurted it out.

"Huh? Oh, no problem." She looked away, furtively, for a moment, as if embarrassed.

"How did you even know it was going to happen?" I drew closer, again, against any common sense. I was within arm's reach of her... sculpted... ass. What was I thinking?

"Oh." She waved a hand. "It's what I do. Don't worry about it." She waved a hand around the room, including the corner - where apparently, whatever insanity had taken over the room had now concluded, and the many giantesses and two studs involved were now stalking off. The giantesses were heading toward the exit as two pulled their pants back on, and the two studs were going to the locker rooms - looking haggard and drained, but high-fiving as they went. Gross.

As I looked around, I realized - the room was almost empty. Her table had been the last. There were a few others with her earlier, but not now. I nodded at the super-tall giantess who saved me, then stepped away for a moment, going behind the bar to pick up a towel-sized rag to wipe down tables with... a task that involved some climbing here.

She took a few more drinks of her beer as I worked. The bartender was closing up shop, and counting the till. I cleaned things up, putting up huge glasses and giant plates... I kept getting a sense I was being watched, but whenever I glanced back at her she was staring at the big TV on the wall, watching some soccer game. Frowning, I would go back to clambering up high chairs and daintily balancing on the tables, wiping them down hard.

I saw the innkeep stop and talk to her briefly, as if they knew each other. I guess she was a regular? She was so big... nearly as tall sitting down as the innkeep was standing up. Finally, I came to her table again, just as she seemed to be finishing her beer. I approached one of the chairs, preparing to use part of it like the rung of a ladder, like the others.

Suddenly, I felt her warm hand on me again - then the other, both grabbing me by the waist and easily hoisting me into the air. I yelped in surprise, but her sure grip and powerful arms easily raised me up, gently positioning my small ass on the tabletop.

I shook my head, getting my bearings. I could still feel the imprint of her warm hands on my waist. I turned to see her huge face, now at eye level with mine; she was actually pretty, in a unique way, though at her size I wasn't sure how many noticed it. She spoke, her voice again that strong and reassuring, yet honeyed and feminine sound. "Take five, Annabeth. You worked hard tonight."

I paused, feeling a bit... on the spot? Excited? Confused? Horn- no. I'm not horny. I blinked, then remembered to respond. "Kind of hard not to, here. Every drink is like lifting weights." I pushed a lock of hair back behind my ear.

Oddly, I felt somehow at ease here, with her, and felt my legs kicking in the air, off the side of the table. I felt small and cute, which I'd always associated with someone trying to take advantage of my petite size... yet somehow now, that feeling was absent. I only felt safe and protected around this colossal woman.

She took another sip of her beer, putting it down - seeming to come into her element now, feeling emboldened maybe? "So tonight was your first real night here, then. Last few nights would have been pretty quiet, I guess. Especially last night. Every giantess at the city was at that concert."

I looked up back at her... her presence was so overwhelming, so warm. "Um, what concert?"

"Naked Pogo League. They did a show at Piedmont. The drummer, she's a giantess - the only one of us in a halfway famous band... so pretty much everyone here would have went." She shrugged. "You know... support the cause. All that. Even with tickets costing six times as much for us." There was a sardonic tone to the last bit, but it had a bit of an edge to it that I didn't want to touch... not directly, anyway.

There was an awkward silence for a moment while I searched for words, so I turned and started wiping down the table slowly, with one hand. I tried a smile. "You said 'everyone else'... you didn't go?"

She shook her head, chuckling. "They weren't a good band before Misty joined them, and they didn't get much better after. I'm told they're even worse live - she slams on her drums so loud you can't hear the rest of them."

She chuckled, waving one hand in the air. "I get brave guys sometimes, they come up to me and say they love NPL, then play it real loud on their phones... thinking they're going to impress me, or that it shows they're in tune with their inner giantess or something."

"Oh." I bit my lip, somehow knowing she was just filling the air, yet oddly curious. What kind of life did a giantess among giantesses like this woman lead? How did other people treat her? Were they mean? They shouldn't be mean. She was nice. The silence ran a bit too long. I perked up. "Guys? Normal guys? The innkeep said normals weren't allowed in, aside from the staff." I paused, pursing my lip and kicking my feet in the air more. "Like me."

"Yes, like you, little Annabeth..." She raised an eyebrow. "... that's only on Wednesday through Sunday, though. The other three nights of the week, they let the general public in. Mostly gawkers and tourists, a few frat boys and sorority girls here on dares. Occasionally reporters trying to get short interviews..."

She rolled her eyes, landing her chin on one palm, elbow on the table as she let out a sigh. "... and once or twice a night, lone wolf guys out looking to seduce a giantess. You know, like they're on fucking safari. Got to bag the biggest one, get a good selfie next to her tit after he shoots his little load on it. Since I'm the biggest, they usually start with me, then work their way through the rest of the bar until they get kicked out... or score." She gave something between a smile and a frown. "And you know what, it works... more often than not."

I pursed my lips. So, um, forthcoming all of a sudden... but I wanted to keep pace. "Oh, um, wow... have you ever, ahhh...?"

She shifted a bit as she responded, which kept drawing my eyes... such a powerful body, yet so relaxed and casual. "Lowered myself? Figuratively and literally, you mean? Rode the little dick of some scummy guy - or just a really desperate one - because there's nothing else for us giantesses?"

I wilted a bit. "I didn't mean it like that..."

She paused and cringed, seeming to suddenly catch herself, then pursed her lip, as if realizing she was going a little far. She suddenly warmed again, smiling at me as if she was rallying and really didn't mean to come down on me - and somehow I felt my cringing evaporate.

She gave a shrug. "I - Because, well, yes. I have. Twice, when I was young and didn't know any better... and because I was a horny as hell and they were there. One was scummy. One was desperate. The second one, he tried really hard, but there was just no hope."

"But... that's so sad." I frowned. "There's no man giants, only giantesses. There has to be someone for you."

She smiled. "Those men being small wasn't why. I'm a bit grateful to those guys, in a way, since they helped me understand I'm a lesbian." She took a long drink of her beer while I blinked, then put it down. "And since you're wondering, I'll tell you a secret. I'm feeling out this one normal-size girl - actually she's real petite - and I'm doing it real low-key. She hasn't picked up on it yet, but I'm super nervous about it. I'm still trying to figure out if I've got a chance. Any advice?"

I blinked. It took a second to even hit me. "Oh... uhh... uhh..."" I had a cheerful expression on my face, but my eyes had gone wide. I sort of froze. Error, error, brain not found. A giantess? Hitting on me? And what the hell could make a giantess nervous? I swallowed, feeling something slip through my brain, right past my inhibitions and out my mouth. "You... umm... should do... what's in your heart." What the hell was I even saying? What did that even mean? Yes? Maybe?

"Oh... don't tell me that, Annabeth." She leaned in slowly, close enough that her warm breath wafted over me, and I could feel the heat of her massive body's closeness. Oddly, I barely smelled alcohol on her; she was buzzed but not drunk, it seemed. Just enough to give her some courage... that she'd need for... I swallowed, my brain trying to go to a dozen different places at once.

Something made me breathe through my mouth myself; the heat, maybe? The heat outside my body... or in it? She smiled, real close. "You don't know what's in my heart when I start to think about someone like you, Annabeth."

As hot as I was getting - no sense denying it now - it was my brain that was overheating the most. I'd never even had another girl as much as mention... I mean... my parents were a pair of old hippies and nothing if not open-minded, but being raised in a commune in the Oregon wilderness kind of left me few... I sort of defaulted to something so banal I immediately regretted it even as I felt it coming out of my mouth. "So - uhh - what do you do?"

She raised an eyebrow, but smiled, leaning back and taking a sip of her beer. "City rescue unit." She shrugged, sipping a bit more.

"Oh." I blinked, my panicked brain relieved to suddenly find purchase on a topic. "You mean like those big red helicopters?" I pointed a finger upward.

She nodded. "I don't fly one myself. My actual title is 'operator'. It means I lift wrecked cars, go into burning buildings, crash down the doors for police raids, hold up collapsing roofs, all that. Whatever needs doing."

Why are my nipples so hard? Even harder, I mean. So she works with her hands... outside all the time, using her strength to help people... "Oh wow." I slid a bit closer. I needed to hear her voice a bit more. "That's crazy, umm..." I squinted, looking at the patch on her coat. "... what's your name? Or do they give you code names? You know, like fighter pilots? Because-"
"No, no..." She smiled. "Wilhelmina Coleman. Minnie to my friends, co-workers... and dates."

"Minnie. Your name is Minnie." I paused, then snorted. 'Minnie' was the single tallest and most commanding human being I'd ever seen in my life. She was a colossus. She was gorgeous and sexy. She was making me a bit horny.

Okay, more than a bit.

I was only laughing so much to try and get my mind off the way thinking about her naked was filling up my head. Would she seem vulnerable, like I always do when I'm naked - or would she seem only that much more invincibly beautiful?

"Yes, my name is Minnie... and I'll forgive you for laughing about it." She drew in closer, leaning on the table and bringing her giant face close to mine. Her upper body dwarfed my entire person. I swallowed. Her eyes bore into mine. "... but just the once."

"Oh... umm..." I pursed my lips. "I'm sorr-"

Suddenly she seemed concerned, the aggressive facade cracking for a moment. "No! Don't be sorry!"

I was silent, and only nodded. I glanced around. The bar was more or less empty. I wasn't sure where Innkeep had disappeared to. I looked back at her, and she was looking around too.

I gave a nervous giggle. She really wasn't much better at picking up girls than I was, and that was saying something... but I liked that she did it anyway. She was strong. Just then, I felt something stupid bubbling up from inside my brain. "So... uhh... when you pick up short girls, do you actually, literally..."

Yep, there it is. Annabeth said something stupid again.

"I would love to." She seemed excited, and leaned in even closer - a massive hand pressing to the side of my leg... all but caressing my small ass. "But if I pick you up, I might carry you off somewhere."

Her voice sounded so seductive... but I met her eyes with mine and they were a little wide. A fire burned in them - one I lit? - but she was asking a question. She wanted to be kind and gentle with me.

I swallow. "Oh... umm... I'll just..." I bite my lip. I want this. Just like that, I met her five minutes ago, and now look at me. I know exactly what she wants, but I can't blame her because I think I want it even more. I never thought of making out with a giantess before tonight, but now somehow it's an irresistible thought. I flash her a smile. "I'll just... have to trust you, then."

I sidled up to her massive hand as it opens, palm flat, and shimmied my ass onto it. "You'll carry me somewhere safe... warm... and private, right?" I hoped she couldn't tell how wet I am through her hand. That would be a bit... I don't know, tacky.

She stood up slowly, carefully, yet confidently. I rose up off the table, and soon I'm eight or nine feet up in the air - an exhilarating experience, especially since I'm so short. Taking long, deep breaths, I tried not to look down. Her warm hand under my ass was so firm, so knowing, so gentle... she'd carried a lot of people before.

Her face was level with mine now. Her massive breast pressed to my leg, her collarbone to my knee, my thigh to near her chin. I reached out with one hand, pressing one hand to a cheek to balance myself, and looked into her eyes. It was hard to look into both from this distance; I have to glance back and forth between one and the other, they're so close... so huge... so inviting.

"I have just the place... well, actually, it isn't as warm as I'd like... but I have some blankets." She adjusted how she carried me slightly, making me even more comfortable. She began walking out of the bar, and we passed the bar proper - and she glanced at the innkeep there-

My face burned red. The innkeep smiled at me, knowingly, and says nothing as I - her new employee - am hauled out of the bar by one of the guests. She had to know Minnie is a lesbian. I couldn't even look at her. Minnie gave a soft chuckle, which I felt through my leg, and the innkeep just looked down at her tablet again as we left.

Wait. I couldn't quite manage words yet, I was too embarrassed still, but I noticed we were going the wrong way. The street was back out... oh. We were heading toward the elevator lobby. Duh, the giantess apartments were upstairs. The innkeep said there's only two giantess apartment buildings in the city, and the bar is located on the ground floor of one of them. Minnie lived here. How did I not realize that before?

We walked past the elevators - apparently a virtual afterthought, as they were sized for normal people. They only even went to a few service areas and the top few floors with normal-sized condos. I later learned that giantess-sized elevators basically don't exist in the US, outside certain Army bases. Instead, she walked toward the colossal door to a staircase.

We were moving so fast, it was dizzying; she wasn't even running, it was just the pace of a giantess' brisk stride - one that wasn't slowing herself down to be polite to the normals around her. The stairs were themselves huge, with a small set of normal-sized stairs running along one side of them.

We went up four flights, and she hadn't even broken a sweat. We exited the stairwell, and went down a spartan white corridor lined with massive, numbered doors. We came to one - 510 - and she beeped a keycard from her pocket on the door.

Oh shit. We're really here. Part of me wanted my little giantess ride to go on all night. I've been brought to a giantess' apartment... I wonder what it's like inside? Normal things but huge sized? She wants to sleep with me. I've never been this excited about a bar fling. I've never even been with a girl! What do I do? Are there rules that everyone else but me knows? Is there some giantess cultural thing I'm going to miss, and insult her or something?

She swung open the door to her place, her calm smile never wavering as she glanced at my nervous, still-red face. A heavy scent immediately escaped - that of antique wood and lacquer, scented candles and old books. Still nestled to her body, my ass on her forearm, she closed the door behind us as we went inside.

For a giantess' home, I was first struck by how... small... it seemed. To her, it must have been felt like she lived in an actual closet. The entire place, aside from the high ceiling, was barely larger than the college dorm I'd had as an undergrad - maybe fifteen feet by twelve feet, with a bathroom off to the side.

One entire wall was mismatched bookshelves, running up to the fifteen-foot ceiling; it was covered in what must have been a thousand books, many probably older than both of us. A single couch, sized for a giantess, dominated one wall, half-hiding the large window; its cushions were just long enough to sleep one particularly large giantess, though it partly blocked the bathroom door.

The floor was littered with all kinds of stuff - a blue bag with medical equipment in it, I guess for her work - and National Geographic and Scientific American issues stacked as high as my waist. Dirty clothing and at least one of her massive bras were strewn about, forgotten, as were random boxes, shopping bags, blankets, and a few bits of furniture - mostly giantess-sized.

"Oh. Guess I forgot how much of a wreck the place is. Being a giantess and a packrat isn't a good combination."

I snickered while set me down on the floor as we got in, gingerly stepping over a box of bottled water as she approached the couch. I couldn't help myself; I wanted to explore this giantess' world. I walked up the nearest chair, one nearly as high as those in the bar, and with a short hop I was able to get my waist up to the edge, and I grunted as I tried to mantle on top of it.

I wasn't as good at this as I thought. My legs swayed, and I felt myself slipping. Scrambling, I tried reaching for the wool blanket that was functioning as a seat cover - only for it to slide almost entirely off the chair as I grasped it, and I fell in a confused tumble to the floor, making a yelp as I landed.

I heard her chuckle, and I realized my leg hurt slightly but wasn't really damaged. I was holding it as I blinked, focusing on her again. With her massive, gentle hands, she picked me up again, sliding one under my thighs and another under my back; this time she carried me to the edge of her couch-slash-bed thing.

The cushion was firm, easily supporting my weight, and I idly kicked my feet off the edge as she stepped over to a little table for a moment and put a large pot on some kind of oversized gas burner with white star and a short serial number stenciled on it.

"I'll make us some tea." She glanced at me, and seemed to notice I was looking more at what she was using to make it. "Field ration cooker. Giantess recon corps issue." She said it idly. "I use it to cook for the whole floor some nights."

I tried to imagine a dozen or so giantesses cramming into this little room... and me getting squashed between them. I shook my head; just Minnie and I was intimate enough for me.

I pursed my lips. "You were in the Army?" I tilted my head, making idle conversation and trying to ignore how my heart wouldn't stop racing. It wasn't that hard - looking around the room was fascinating. Such a wonderful mess of huge things! Her books were normal-sized... but there were so many... and that huge stool, and that backpack I was pretty sure I could get my whole self into without curling up...

"No..." She placed a lid on the clear pot full of water on the burner. "... but a lot of the best stuff for us gets made by the Army. There aren't really enough of us for most companies to bother with making giantess versions of basic household things."

"Oh..." I pursed my lips; interesting, but a part of me wanted to skip the small talk. I'd half-expected her to strip me naked and ravish me as soon as the door was shut, and I'd more than half expected to be okay with that... but she being so surprisingly hospitable.

She approached the bed again, plopping - thundering - down on her side next to me, and behind me. Her massive body stretched out, lounging all around me, and that warm feeling of being a protected and precious little thing came back.

"So this is my place..."

I nodded. "Yeah... not as big as I expected."

She gave a shrug with one shoulder, though I still felt it through the bed. "What can I say? Rescue operators aren't make a lot."

I giggled. "Well, it's still bigger than my place... but I guess you wouldn't fit in there."

"I am a little huge, aren't I..." Her hand suddenly took to brushing my hair.

I looked into her eyes again, then turned around to survey the whole length of her massive person, stretching around behind me. I turned back to her face, biting my lip. "I hope you don't mind if I ask, but... how big are you, exactly?" I paused. "I'm just curi-"

"Ten feet, eleven inches. Five hundred and fifty-five pounds."

"Wow... and none of it's fat either..." My hand had reached out and was stroking her thigh... oh no! When did I start doing that? I yanked it back, suddenly, looking at her.

"Why did you stop?" She smiles.

"Oh... I... I don't know..."

"I didn't mind... keep going." She gently took my hand in hers as she said it, stroking the back of it with her thumb, then slid it back onto her thigh. I could see the trepidation in her eyes as she did it. I swallowed, the heat of her body pressing to my palm and fingers... so big and smooth... I ran my hand up and down the length of her thigh.

"Since we're asking..." Her hand fell away, leaving me to caress her thigh. "How small are you, Annabeth?"

"Five feet on the dot... and since we're comparing... I'm a hundred and one pounds." I frowned to myself, but was still engrossed in her thigh. "I want to get back to ninety-nine though." So shapely - skinny, even - yet so massive. It seemed to go on and on. My other hand had joined it, though I wasn't sure when.

We were interrupted by a whistling sound. I blinked, turning to face it, to see the teapot had begin boiling. She got up again, carefully getting up off the couch without bumping me off it. Walking over to the boiling pot, she grabbed a fistful of teabags - a quarter of a box at a time - and turned off the heat, dropping the bags inside the thing as she moved the pot onto a ceramic plate.

I shifted slightly as I watched her do it, and - oh, hell. I shifted right back to where I was, trying to hide the wet spot I'd made on her wonderful couch. God damn, I'd never been this horny... but I was so nervous too. She was so huge...

She glanced at me over her shoulder, pursing her lips. "Are you nervous, Annabeth?"

I shook my head no, then paused, then shook my head yes.

She raised an eyebrow. "Okay..." Smiling, she came up to the side of the bed and knelt there - and abruptly, plopped her head down next to my body. "Well, you know how I said I was super nervous before about whether you liked me?" I nodded. "Well, I wasn't saying that to help break the ice or anything. I'm... ah, heh... actually clueless."

She seemed to abruptly blurt out the rest. "I had this huge fantasy about meeting someone just like you, but here you are, and you're not just some fantasy girl, you're a real person with a life and dreams... and... I feel a bit guilty about even thinking of you the way I do... I don't know what to do."

I felt another spark of bravery, however short-lived. Stop hesitating, Minnie; fucking take me! I wondered if it was always this hard with another girl...

I reached out a took a lock of her hair, trying to hide the butterflies in my stomach. "Well... what do you want to do?" Even the individual hairs were thick, like little wires...

She took a deep breath, seeming to gather her thoughts. "I want to make you not nervous. I want you to be relaxed, calm, happy..." She paused again, then continued. "... because I think you'll be sexier than ever if you're relaxed... if you'll stay with me tonight... if I don't fuck this up... do you want to stay?"

I took a few deep breaths, my nipples feeling like they were going to rip holes in my top. I swallowed. It seemed absurd for a creature like her to be nervous. Her desire was so obvious, though... and contagious. Just watching her face as she looked at me... she just needed a little push to convince her.

I bent down, turning onto my side, and came up close to her face. My head was much smaller than hers, but I found her lips with mine - my eyes on her nose, her eyes on my hair. My lips couldn't hope to cover hers, but I kissed her, deeply, powerfully; the barriers of size between us starting to melt away. She was afraid of hurting me. I was afraid of her not doing anything because of it.

We kissed for a while, and I felt her hands caressing me. Finally, after the kiss broke, she rose up, coming into a standing position in front of me. "Oh! I think you'd be less nervous if you saw me naked and vulnerable. How about that, Annabeth?"

I nodded, biting my lip. A bit out of nowhere, and I had doubts about the 'vulnerable' part... but I definitely wanted her to be naked. Her hands, far above me, moved together, grabbing the underside of her top - and pulling it up over her head, revealing a simple white bra... if a huge one.

No sooner than I'd taken to staring at her half-revealed breasts, had she dropped her top on me - the thing landing half on my head. A moment later, I felt a tremor running through my body as I realized she was unsnapping her bra.

With a swift, casual motion, she released the catch, pulling the heavy-duty thing away from her body and revealing two mammoth tits - huge and perky. Each was easily the size of my head, yet on her chest they looked only like maybe D-cups had she been my height. From the waist up, her athletic - yet enormous - body was revealed, and she was coming toward me now.

"Oh... oh... um, naked..." I couldn't help but shiver a little, regardless of the heavy blanket covering me. "I -"

She strode up close, pendulous breasts jiggling as she drew in. With another flick of her arm, she tossed her bra down atop me as well, its central strap landing right on my head and the cups on either side of my face - each on one shoulder. I looked up at her wide smile.

"Well, no, this is naked." She hooked her thumbs under the band of her pants, and with a slow and deliberate motion, slipped them downward right in front of me. My eyes went wide as I realized she'd taken her panties with them, and above me she casually revealed her clean-shaven sex.

There was a dull sound as she let her pants fall to the floor, about her feet, and she stepped out of them. She was a glorious tower of femininity; there was nothing weak, timid, or submissive about this titanic woman.

"Ohhhhhhhh... uhhhh... umm..." I couldn't keep the trembling in my body out of my voice too. God, she was so sexy, but more than anything - she was so incredibly huge! Her existence simply... dominated, completely filled the room.

Without any clothes to conceal her physique, I could see every ripple of svelte, toned, and feminine muscle under smooth expanses of bare skin, every taut joint of her body bending and locking with practiced ease. I was practically hyperventilating when she gradually came down onto one knee in front of me, massive boobs at eye level with me.

"Shhh... don't be scared." Her fingers came out and stroked a lock of my hair, which only served to drive home how large her hand was. She could fit my entire head in her palm. She came no closer, though, and instead just knelt there, in front of me, beautifully nude, terrifyingly huge. I felt as much as heard her voice again, now so much closer. "Am I scaring you, Annabeth?"

"I - um - I - um - I - yes." With an act of will, I craned my neck back slightly to meet her eyes, and felt an odd warmth come over me as I looked into them. The shaking in my body seemed to gradually dissipate, though it wasn't entirely gone. I swallowed. "A - um - a little."

She seemed a bit sad, but came a bit closer. "It's natural, you know. Animal instinct. I'm very large, even for a giantess - and you're petite. I weigh more than five times what you do. I can pick you up with one hand. Some little beastie part of your brain is registering me as a big, scary predator."

She gave a weak smile. "If you're too scared, just say. I know, I'm a bit intimidating... but I don't want to hurt you, or force you to do anything. I'll stop here if you want. I can even sleep on the floor tonight if you don't want to drive home."

I paused for a moment; in that instant, something broke through inside my mind. I felt a connection to her. This wasn't just another dumb example of Annabeth rolling over for anyone who wants anything from her. Tonight would be... special.

"Would... heh... would you even fit on the floor?" I gave a crooked smile, looking around the room.

She gave half a shrug, even that smell gesture seeming massive. Even the play of taut, supple muscle under her immense feminine curves was mesmerizing. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but I could make space."

"Don't. I want you to keep me." I blinked, not sure I knew what I was saying. "I mean - I'm staying. I'm still a bit scared, though..." I bit my lip. "I don't even know what to do... I've kind of, um, never even been with a girl, let alone a, uh, gig... gug..." I fumbled the word; how did it go again? Wasn't I supposed to work in a giantess bar...? How did I not look it up earlier?

She smiled, seeming to ignore the sudden frustration on my face. "Gigyar. And just say giantess. No need for politics in the bedroom." She was drawing closer, the incredible warmth from her body seeming to seep into me. There was a brightness behind her eyes as I stared into them; elation, joy at my acceptance of her, but also an incredible hunger and lust. I couldn't deny that I felt a bit of the same in myself.

"You don't have to know what to do, Annabeth." I swallowed deeply as she came up to within inches of my face. "See, I don't like to, ah, stand on politeness when it comes to sex... I don't want me or you to ask for permission to do every little thing. Ruins the mood - and we girls know how important the mood is, right?" Her strong, slender fingers were finding the straps of my dress, pushing them off to either side - making me swallow again.
"So it's real simple... you just do whatever you feel like, when you feel like. No part of me is off limits tonight, okay? When you want to stop, say stop. I'll stop that instant, no matter what. Until then, though... I'll use my entire ten feet and eleven inches to make you cum, harder than you ever have." She drew ever close; it seemed I'd finally coaxed out her courage in full. "I want you sooo fucking bad, little Annabeth..."

A twinge went through my body. Her fingers slid down my sides, neatly pinching the fabric of my dress and then pulling it upward. My arms complied, moving upward and letting her slip the thing off me, leaving me in only my simple bra, panties, and black flats.

She smiled, bending even lower to bring her face down to my stomach, kissing her way up to my face - between my tiny breasts, up my chin, and then finally on my lips. We shared it for much longer than I thought; her lips were so huge, but somehow they still fit together; my tiny mouth opened wide into her much larger one.

I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, filling it almost completely and nearly making me gag as the tip reached the back of my throat. Her hand found my back, bending me backward and easily suspending me at a forty-five degree angle in the air with only her fingers as we kissed. I tried to let my own small tongue dance with hers, but it felt more like she was tasting me from the inside out.

The kiss suddenly broke finally returned and our kiss broke. I hadn't noticed, but I guess when we were kissing, her hand had somehow unsnapped my bra - surprisingly deft for a giantess. It slipped down, loose, into my arms - baring my A-cups, pink nipples tiny and stiff.

I abruptly felt very self-conscious. I'd been wearing a push-up bra, and... well, I'm a bit insecure about my breasts. I still thought about getting implants constantly. Every time it hadn't worked out with a guy I couldn't help but think it's because of my small boobs. I swallowed deeply as she stared at them, her face filling my field of view. I began to choke out words.

"I'm - I know they're small, right... I wear push-up bras, um..." I couldn't think what else to say. "I was going to tell you before you pulled it off-"

I was still trying to think when she moved very quickly, her hand slipping behind me and letting me back down at an angle again, her mouth moving to my tits. Warmth enveloped one as the small bump of flesh vanished into her lips, and just as suddenly I felt as if she was trying to suck my whole chest into her mouth. I gasped aloud as her tongue found my sensitive nipple, laving it.

Her mouth danced across my chest, slickening my pale skin with her spittle. I laid there, suspended in her hands and letting my bra fall to the ground as she worshipped my tiny tits. There was a nearly obsessive light in her eyes, staring down at them as she took each itty-bitty boob into her mouth again and again.

Her lips released one nipple with a pop, briefly, and she looked into my eyes. "You're forgetting - you could have F-cups and they'd still be tiny to me. These are yours." She immediately dove back into them, treating my boobs like the most perfect, delectable, and expensive treat in the world - gently licking and sucking at each, savoring every moment of contact with my small tits.

I'd never had a guy pay much attention to them during sex. A few licks and nibbles here and there, but never anything like this. At first, I only thought it was weird, but she kept going, holding down my tiny body and all but worshiping my little boobs.

The heat, the passion of it built up before I knew it; my nipples became so stiff, and I could feel myself getting wetter in my panties. I couldn't make sense of it, but it felt awesome. This immense and beautiful creature, so lost in something as tiny and innocuous as my A-cup tits.

All but panting now, I found my hands drifting downward, groping for... something. The same large, soft masses I felt pressed to my thighs. They were so warm and inviting, but also so heavy; I could barely move my legs. My fingers caressed their sides, and soon I pushed my entire palms in to her globes of feminine flesh. They were so big and fantastic. A small giggle escaped my lips, and I felt even more giddiness within.

Her face came up again, smiling. She was happy that I was enjoying myself. Placing two fingers on my chest, she walked them between my nipples, each glistening with her spittle... then further down my stomach, each massive digit pressing gently into my skin. She was going further down...

I bit my lip. Some rational part of me said - just do it. Surrender to her, become her little minx. Her fingers drew ever closer to my plain white panties, and I was again reminded of her enormous proportions. Her body was so huge and powerful; she could easily break me. What if, in the throes of passion, she crushed my ribs or something?

Her fingers reached the hem of my panties. One brushed across my sex, making me shudder just a bit. I wanted those huge fingers to explore me. I wanted to know what pleasures a giantess could show a petite girl like me. I wanted to know what pleasures a petite girl like me could show a giantess, too.

Most of all, I trusted her. She would be as gentle and careful as she said, and then some. Our eyes met for a moment, and she bent down to kiss me one more time. Just then, I felt her finger hook under the band of my panties, and with a swift tug, she slipped them down my thighs.

They came loose easily, except right at the crotch where I may have soaked them a bit. I was even more excited about this than I thought; I'd never had my panties get so wet they got stuck before, not for any guy. She smiled at me again when she noticed, and tugged my panties the rest of the way off - putting them on top of a bookshelf far higher than I could reach.

Her fingers again danced just over my sex; I'd just shaved it the night before last, and her fingertips slid over the bare flesh in a simple, tantalizing motion. They brushed against my folds, making me suck in air through my teeth. I wanted her to play with me, to make me so hot I was boiling - but I also wanted her to shove a finger or two in me right now.

"So smooth and delicate... I'll be very gentle, okay?" She bent down over me, and abruptly slipped both her arms underneath me - one beneath my ass, one under my shoulders. With a single grunt, the world abruptly shot away - I blinked, and realized I was up in the air, held aloft in her arms.

I trembled reflexively, looking around and gripping her arm with white-knuckled fingers. "Hey!"

She held me a bit closer, pressing my small body to her breast. "Shh... just a short walk around the room. Pretend I'm carrying you from the doorway to the bedroom. Let me be romantic for a minute."

"Umm... okay..." I'd already almost forgotten that I was being suspended eight feet up in the air, held by a powerful giantess - because I could only think about her soft, warm boob, pressed to my side. Her stiff nipple was poking into my ribs; somehow it was incredibly noticeable. The other one was just by my foot, and I couldn't resist waving my little foot around, tapping the thing and trying to catch the stiff nubbin between my toes.

She gave a small giggle as she walked back to the deep, oversized couch that served as her bed, gently depositing me on it. Its seat was six feet up in the air, and she placed me right at the edge - legs dangling off the side of it. She knelt there, going down on one knee again, and with two fingers she pushed my legs apart. Her head drew close.

"What abouuu-ooohhh..." My hands immediately pressed to her head, grabbing handfuls of her thick hair as she dove wholeheartedly into my sex. Her mouth pressed completely to my womanhood, and her tongue skillfully applied to my folds right away. I yelped and wailed, flailing my legs as I was eaten out for the first time.

Yeah, first time. It wasn't just that most guys weren't interested. I also didn't entirely trust the one guy who ever offered to do it. He seemed eager, but also just clumsy enough to hurt my delicate little flower down there; mine is pretty sensitive. Somehow, this eleven-foot-tall tower of womanhood was more gentle and loving than any man I knew, and within moments I was ooh-ing and aah-ing at her attention.

One large hand grasped my calf, holding my foot high up as she settled into position. Her huge head still loomed above my sex, her eyes boring into mine. She was watching me so intently, drinking in every little squirm and moan as my tiny body writhed with pleasure. I felt like her plaything, except I wanted her to play harder.

I felt a gentle push down there, between my folds. Her eyes met mine again, and I felt the push once more, more firm this time. I stared deeply into her dark eyes as I moaned, gripping the couch fabric with both hands. It had taken me a moment, but I now realized she was pushing her big giantess tongue into my sex, and it felt incredible.

One hand came up near her mouth, resting on my stomach. Her massive thumb went to my clit, gently strumming it as her tongue ravaged my depths. The huge muscle twisted and wriggled inside me, stretching me wide. Her tongue began a simple in-and-out motion, each time moving in some new way, finding some new sensation to explore. I began to buck my hips, on some instinct; my body was responding like I was being fucked, rather than eaten out. I couldn't even think of stopping.

Neither did she. Her tongue relentlessly fucked me, and I could see she was using her neck to help. I reached down with both hands, putting them on her cheeks as I arched my back, panting and staring at her wide-eyed. My hips bucked, and I could see her chin and mouth were glistening now with my juices.

I'd never been this wet before, nor had I ever known myself to make the girlish, giggling sounds I was producing now. I'd heard them in porn, and always thought it was some rehearsed fantasy stuff that sluts did for guys, but now I couldn't stop myself from cooing with soft, high-voiced, incoherent noises. I was already her little moaning pussy-slut.

"I'm... ah, ahhh!" I bit my lip as her thumb pressed my clit, almost pushing me over. I was so close. "I'm gonna cum, Minnie, please! Ye-ye-ye-YESSSSsssss!"

I thought she would slow down, or stop. Maybe move into a different position. She didn't; she just kept right on going, redoubling her effort. I let out a long, involuntary wail and felt the languid waves of pleasure pouring out of my clit, spreading through my pussy and out through me. I spasmed, arching my back and curling my toes as I gripped the couch. My little body went taut, her tongue still buried deep inside me and her thumb working my clit hard while I came.

"Fffuucckkkk... fuck fuck! Ohhh!" I panted, shaking in place and my hips bucking - almost enough to throw her tongue out of me, but she stayed with me, eating me out like nobody ever had before.

The pleasure gently faded away, turning into rawness and sensitivity. She slowly withdrew her tongue, releasing the leg she'd been holding. I'd thought she would resume her looming over me, maybe forcing a kiss; I wouldn't have resisted. Instead, she just knelt there, resting one elbow next to my waist and resting her head on the one hand, and stared at me - smiling.

Her tongue eventually lolled out. She took it in two fingers, pulling it out a ways, then slowly retracting it into her mouth - with a certain trepidation. She noticed me peering at her oddly for it, and turned to me again. "Sohhy. Didnt'... fink... it wouldf... my tongue... cwamped, a bit." She got the words out slowly, massaging her throat and jaw in the process. "Ftay thehe. Sweep if you waht." She tried to laugh, but it came out a bit weak.

I frowned at her - as if I'd just roll over and sleep after such a wonderful gift - and slid down off the couch, finding my balance a tad unsteady but entirely manageable. With her kneeling, I came up to just below her head. I placed my hands against her throat and the underside of her head, feeling them. I stood on my tip-toes and looked her in the eyes. "No... let me see."

She rolled her eyes, but stuck her tongue out. I couldn't see anything wrong with it, but I guess it was just cramped, like she said. She had actually fucked me with her tongue, like it was a cock - and that did sound a bit exhausting, at least for her poor tongue. Maybe she'd pushed herself a bit too far for me, because she was so desperate to see me cum.

Standing tip-toed with one hand braced on the couch, I took her huge tongue into my mouth, gently kneading it with my lips and working my way down its length with a slow and gentle kneading with my teeth and my own tongue. I had no idea what I was doing, but she did say to just do what I felt. I'm the little minx here, I get to be playful and weird.

In fairness, she did seem a bit confused, but didn't stop me, and eventually I was tilting from side to side - trying my best to massage a giantess' tongue with my mouth. It didn't writhe and explore me like before, but it seemed bizarrely intimate.

I let it loose, and she pulled it back into her mouth. She gave me an odd smile. "Thanks... um, nobody ever did that for me."

I gave a weak shrug. "For what it was worth... that was amazing, when you were... tongue-fucking... me. Better than any cock."

"Um, thanks... I just... felt like I had to do it. It's been a bit of a fantasy of mine to, um, try that." She hunched down a bit, seeming oddly sheepish for a giantess. "It was pretty hot, but I never realized it would mess up my tongue like that."

I raised an eyebrow. "You'd never done that before? I was the first?" Yes, I wanted to be the first.

"I've... been with one other giantess... but with other normal girls, well, it never actually went past that part where they see me naked. Weird, right? I'm supposed to be showing them my vulnerable side." Another thin, weak smile - forced. I gave her a knowing grin; I knew exactly what it was. Seeing her naked made her only seem more huge and powerful. "One just groped my boobs for a minute, then she took off."

"I'm staying all night." I said it simply, trying to pull her down toward me a bit closer. She drew low, her immense body looming before mine.

"Oh... okay." She bit her lip as our faces drew together. Still unsure of herself. "You can just rest if you want-"

"Why are you being so nice?" I slipped my hands down her neck, letting them come to rest on the warm, round masses of her breasts. They were far too large to fit in my hands, but I did find her nipples, squeezing them. "I thought you weren't going to stop and ask for every little thing, Minnie."

"I - um - I'm not, but..." She glanced away for a moment, pensive. "That's... I said that, but it's like an ideal, something I aspire to, you know... and you keep - I don't know - distracting me somehow."

"Distracting you how?" I squeezed her nipples again, loving the way she gasped as I did. Each round pink nubbin almost filled my palm. I wanted to throw myself into her boobs; they were such massive pillows of love, bouncing gently with her every little motion. I gave another squeeze. "Like this?"

There was a low grumble, and very abruptly I found myself pushed down onto my back. She loomed over me, face and breasts just above my own face, now with a much less sheepish expression. "Just by being you, you little thing... your face, your tiny body, your little tits, your small voice, everything you say and do... I want to just lock you up in here and be with you every night."

I couldn't explain this sudden, powerful attraction between us, nor was I about to spend an hour pondering it. Reasonable thought would have said that such a confession in the middle of a one-night stand and otherwise meaningless sex with a waitress might be a red flag.

I reached up, caressing her face, letting one hand slip down to her pendulous breasts. "I... okay... just no locking me up. Freedom is important to me." I let the other hand join the first on her breasts, mesmerized by their beautiful mass. "Let's have the big dating and relationship talk after we fuck like bunnies, okay? Cute, lesbian bunnies. Except one bunny is cute and and fuzzy and fits in your hand, and the other is the size of a pit bull."

"I... would like that." She frowned. "I have to be the pit bull? I can't be a Great Dane or something-"

I pressed her tits together, stopping her line of thought. I hadn't been able to resist once I began staring at them again; I was reveling in their soft warmth. "Forget about dogs... and... um... is it weird if I just completely lose myself in your tits for a minute?" I bit my lip, running my hands all over their warm, soft roundness. "I think they're hypnotizing me."

"You can lose yourself in any part of me, and you can do it all night if you want."

I gave her a small frown. "Am I a girlfriend or a pet to you?"

"I thought The Talk was tomorrow. And you're Annabeth to me." She drew me a bit closer, her breasts pressing to my face now. "I can't help it if my boobs hypnotized you."

"I wonder if your pu - pu..." I choked. I'd had this nice line in my head about wondering if her pussy would do the same... but then I couldn't say the word. What was wrong with me? Could I not be a prude for once?

"Maybe it does." She seemed to understand, smiling warmly at me. I beamed. She rose up, rolling sideways onto the couch. I hopped once, catching the edge and mantling myself up onto it. She didn't help; she must have sensed I was turned on by the size difference between us. It wasn't just some random detail - it was a critical part of our shared attraction. The powerful, yet vulnerable, giantess; a strong protector, yet desperate for the affection of a confused, petite waitress.

Once up, I surveyed her beauty as she laid out on her back, stretching once then relaxing. The wide expanse of her flat, taut stomach was out before me, her huge breasts sagging only a bit to each side as she settled into position with her head on the armrest. Her hands went up behind her head, and she smiled at me - then spread her legs a bit. Between them was her smooth-shaven cleft, which I couldn't help but stare at.

I must have been staring at her sex for a while - I suddenly felt her hand on my head, turning it toward her and pulling me close. Her breast filled my field of view and my mouth opened of its own volition as her nipple came near. The salty taste of it filled my mouth an instant later, and I began suckling before I could even think. I simply had to explore her, to sneak around and between every part of her scaled-up beauty.

I reached out with a hand, finding the other nipple and playing with it. Straddling her stomach, I turned her chest into a playground, throwing myself into the wonderful softness of her enormous tits. They were like firm, heavy beach balls of warm femininity. I could feel the soft rumbling of her moans through my sex from where it rested just at the edge of her ribs. It felt pretty nice any time she made her not-so-little noises, and I wanted her to make more.

Still, I found myself drooling over another thought. Between her legs, just behind my ass, was something I was both scared of, and delirious with need for. I ached to explore her folds, but a part of me was hesitant. Would that make me a lesbian? Wasn't that water under the bridge at this point? Was I supposed to change anything about my life after I decided I wanted her pussy more than anything?

She never forced me to move, or even asked for me to tend to her sex. She seemed to love having me on her breasts, but eventually I felt some kind of magnetic force pulling me down lower. Whether I wanted to consciously or not, my body was bringing me down to her pussy.

I was kneeling now, between her slim, huge legs. Had she been my size, they probably wouldn't have been much thicker than mine; maybe a bit more muscled, but not at all some scary bodybuilder stuff. She just kept in shape... and was eleven feet tall.
I swallowed as my eyes drank in the narrow slit between her legs. It was pale pink, with almost no protruding lips; a clean, simple slit, but there was something wonderful to coax out of it - the giantess' throes of pleasure. I had to witness it when she came.

I looked down at myself, and was struck by the odd similarity. More force compelled me, and I came up a bit, straddling her waist with one leg and bringing my own sex down to just atop hers, where she could see it. I looked up at her, and our eyes met. I smiled, pointing down at my center; it was so dumb, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. My own pussy was almost identical to hers; shape, color, lips... everything save for the size.

"Look... like a matching pair." I let my sex brush across her clit for a moment, trying not to gasp as I did it.

"Oh god..." She was breathing heavily, eyes wide. "So fucking hot... I... I want to eat you out again, just come up-"

I frowned, holding up one hand. "No! Right now is about you, big girl. Little Annabeth is going to make you cum, or break her arm trying." I grinned as I slipped downward, lowering myself into a crouch between her legs - then curling up, vanishing almost entirely below where she could see me over her own waist.

Here, only an inch or so away from her sex, I was lost in it. It was... just a pussy, a lot like mine, yet it was hers - and so beautifully and incredibly huge. The smell filled my nose, turning me on even more. Her sex ran maybe six or eight inches in total length, end to end, and a small clit poked out at its apex. I raised up my head slightly, licking tentatively at her clit to begin.

She responded immediately, groaning and grabbing the couch. I liked this already. I brought my hand to her sex and tentatively probed, finding it surprisingly easy to enter. My fingers felt welcome inside her, and I ventured one then two more, gently slipping them in and out of her hopelessly wet channel.

At some point another hand joined the first, poking in and out like two pistons. Occasionally the other would instead probe the tiny lips of her pussy, or joining my mouth on her incredibly sensitive clit. I kept looking up at her vast body, watching the way she writhed, moaned, and contorted with every motion.

I was so tiny, yet I felt as if I was playing her like some huge, crazy musical instrument. Every inch of her enormous self was responding to the pleasure I was giving her, eliciting quivers and tremors from every motion I made inside her sex.

I don't know exactly when I decided to open my mouth, extend my tongue and accept her clit into my mouth. It happened so naturally that I only consciously realized another woman's flavor was going down my throat when I tasted it.

It was... good. Not delicious, perhaps, not like food - but coupled with the knowledge that my little body could drive her this wild with desire, that she wanted me to keep going so much... it was quickly becoming fantastic. I threw myself into eating her out, tonguing and mouthing her clit and folds like a hungry little she-animal.

When I sensed she was close, I didn't feel any particular need to stop. I knew I was probably kind of bad at this, even if I was also a girl. I wondered if I could get her to give me tips on what she wanted; we girls are often so reluctant to do that, but maybe I could pass it off as needing coaching on making love to giantesses.

She still seemed to love it, and I could feel subtle quivers inside her sex now. Probably unnoticeable in normal women, but at her size, I could feel every tiny thing in her huge body as it happened. Finally her hands came down onto my head, covering it. She held me against her clit, letting me focus completely on her as she moaned.

"Ohhh... fuck fuck fuck!" She was panting, and I could feel the tautness of her body around me. She moaned, running her fingers over my head and through my hair. "Oh fuck... just a bit more, Annabeth... please... um..."

I raised my head up, still exploring her sex with one hand - barely able to pull my attention away from it. She was looking down herself, at me, and our eyes met. I swallowed, tasting her once more. "What... tell me what you want... I don't know." Had I messed up? Missed something obvious? I don't know what I'm doing... but it's so hot...

She sucked in a breath as my finger teased her clit. "Please... you're so good, sooo good, I'm so close... please please - can you use your whole hand?"

I bit my lip, looking down at her pussy again. I picked up my hand, bringing my fingers together. I'd seen this in some porno that an ex-boyfriend had showed me - he'd been trying and failing to talk me into a threesome - but now the memory burned brightly. It now seemed so erotic, so intense an experience for two women to share. She was inviting me to... fist her, that was the term.

I placed my fingers at her entrance and found they slipped into her effortlessly, like her body was sucking me in. I repositioned slightly, bracing myself on one thigh and gently nibbling at her clit with my lips as I wasted no time and pushed.

I heard and felt her loud moaning as I watched in amazement - my entire hand, a small one but still my whole hand, vanished inside her sex. I'd never even thought I'd be interested in it yesterday, yet here I was fisting a giantess - and it fascinated me.

All around the hand and wrist sinking into Minnie, I could feel her life. Every breath, every heartbeat, every twitch of muscle as her body was coaxed further toward an orgasm as huge as she was. I didn't care how wild it would be; I wanted to see this wonderful, beautiful titan cum. My hand sunk in, almost to the elbow, and she wailed through her teeth, clutching the couch with both hands again.

I rose up a bit, to where I could watch her face. I pulled my arm out, reveling in its hot slickness, then began to push again. She was lost in the throes of lust, her body twisting in place. Her eyes occasionally met mine, and she was staring at me like a captive prisoner, begging for release. She could overpower me in an instant, yet I had this enormous woman completely at my mercy. She was like an eleven-foot-tall puppet, wrapped around my hand.

I myself was at the mercy of our wild pace. This had become something impossible, something primal that had carried away both of our minds. Would I hate myself for doing this tomorrow? Would I wonder what the hell I was thinking, going and confusing my own sexuality like this?

I didn't care. I just wanted so much for her to cum! I pumped my arm in and out, like a piston, rivaling the pace any man could set. I could already tell I'd be nursing sore muscles tomorrow, but I couldn't stop. I fucked my fist in and out, over and over, into her sex.

My eyes fixed on a glistening little nubbin of flesh poking out, just above where I was fist-fucking her. Somehow, I'd blanked on her lovely clit for a minute or two. I could sense the way the tiny, glistening bit of girlish flesh yearned for my attention. My mouth opened again, and my head lowered. My eyes met hers again as I did it, and I was lost in them as I took her clit into my mouth again.

She wailed and her movements suddenly became almost violent, shaking and shuddering as the whole couch rocked and creaked. I didn't care if it collapsed. I held onto her thigh with one arm, planting my feet on one end of the couch, and devoted all of the rest of me to her. My tiny tits rubbed on her other thigh, nipples tough and hard again, and my lips locked onto her clit, sucking.

The quivering, shaking orgasm hit her fast, and I could feel it happening. For a girl like her, making love to a normal like me, faking an orgasm wouldn't be possible; when it happened, it was unmistakable. I could feel the actual spasms of pleasure as they happened, inside her walls.

I kept ramming my fist in and out of her as quickly as I could, ignoring the cramps forming in my weak muscles. She groaned, the echo of it reverberating in my whole body. I was intimately aware that she could squash me between her legs with only a thought, but somehow that seemed so far away - an impossibility.

Our eyes met again as she came. She was lost in pleasure, begging me for more of it - but I could see the devotion to me, the fascination she had not only with my small body, but with me. I was the object of a thousand fantasies come to life for her, yet instead of being repulsed or scared of her obsession, I felt... cherished, adored, needed.

When it ended, finally, she lay there breathing heavily. I slowly pulled my forearm out of her sensitive pussy, delighting in her shivers as I did, then - as she watched - I gave my wrist a hesitant lick. The flavor was heady and powerful, but my face and chest were already splashed with her juice; what was a little more?

She was staring at me open-mouthed as she took deep breaths. Her face was overflowing with emotion, but she was silent. I was beginning to realize that Minnie was actually very easy to read; her face said absolutely everything. Maybe being up that high, so far from normal people's faces, giantesses never learn to hide their emotions? Or maybe there's something to the stereotype?

Nonetheless, I found myself climbing her body again - like a little lynx advancing on huge prey, my slender and small-breasted form clambered up onto her massive form and crawled between her breasts, resting between the two soft and plush masses. My face was now inches from hers, and I was biting my lip.

"Oh god..." She swallowed, breathing some more. "Annabeth - hahh - that was..." She swallowed. "... amazing... hahh... I've never, hahhh, felt anything like that before."

I grinned, drawing closer and suddenly licking her neck, running my tongue all the way up to her chin - then kissing her again, meeting her massive lips with my own much smaller pair. Energy burned inside me, and I felt ready to ignite. Need was boiling in my pussy all over again, and I felt a strange presence in my mind, beckoning me to... act on it, to give voice to a part of me I'd never entertained - except in the dark, alone in bed at night with very naughty books.

I kissed her again, this time more fiercely. It wasn't like she'd think I was a threat. She seemed a bit confused, but I kept kissing at her, all over her massive face, then down her neck toward her breasts that still cushioned me. Her nipples weren't quite as stiff as before, but I could sense the hints of them hardening again as I threw myself into licking and sucking the huge things.

"Wow... you want more...?" She was still breathy, and her eyes were wide as she looked down at me.

"Yess..." I preened. "I want... lots more..." I ran my nails along the underside of her breasts, making her shudder.

"How much sex have you got packed into that little body?"

"I don't know, lots..." I took her nipple between my teeth, tugging on it before letting it release with a pop. "Call me 'little' some more..."

I was on fire the rest of that night. We went until two in the morning, trying several more positions and exploring each other in full before we each brought the other off once more; she fucked me with just one of her big fingers as she cradled me in her arms, and her as I sat on her hips and finger-fucked her before we both crashed.

Things got more serious the next morning. The whole conversation was weird, but we just clicked so easily that both of us sort of brushed off the more complicated how-to stuff we knew would show up later. As we finished, she slipped my clothes off and we spent the rest of the morning in bed again. We dated a few times, we saw movies, we went to museums and festivals. People stare at her a lot; they stare at us even more once they realize we're together. I got used to it quicker than I thought.

We haven't quite figured out the whole moving-in-together thing yet. Officially I can't live in her apartment - it's an insurance thing - but I spend at least half my nights there. Just being around her does incredible things to my sex drive, making me want it nearly as much as she does. We don't just fuck all the time - just last night was her floor party that I went to, which wasn't quite as cramped as I thought - but yeah, I'm sure we get it on a lot more than your average lesbian couple.

A few friends have asked me privately, often after a drink or two - how do you even... you know... with the size difference between you two? I just look at them, smile, and say - how do we not?

They never get it.

Last month I told my parents I had been dating another girl for a while and it was getting serious. They were supportive... until I sent them a picture of us together. The response was, predictably, shock and barely contained horror... but they're back to hesitantly supportive now, after talking to Minnie on video calls a couple times.

We're supposed to head out there in a few weeks; transportation is covered, but we still haven't figured out where she'll sleep. She keeps saying outside is fine, but... that isn't right. I might be able to borrow a big Army tent for us from one of the other giantesses on her floor.

There's still times it sort of hits me, how incredible and bizarre it is that this is the person I'm falling for. I haven't told her yet. We're still just dating, meandering along while I fumble through grad school and she saves lives all the time like it's just another day. It's been a few months. I don't know when I'll let it slip. I get the sense there's something she wants to say too, but I want to be first. I owe her that. Maybe we can talk about a place we can really live together then... a love nest for a giantess and her petite mini-girlfriend.