Day 11: Recuperation

I was awoken by the sound of footsteps. Not normal footsteps like somebody walking across a room would make, but low, rumbling booms which resonated with the walls and window glass. Something big was approaching.

“Oh,” I heard Tiffany's voice from beyond the dividers of the clinic, “That might be Stephanie here to pick you up.”

I threw my blankets aside and slipped out of bed. By the time I was up, I heard the familiar clacking of Tiffany's crutch drawing closer. The dividers parted and Tiffany stuck her face inside. “Are you up yet, Eliot?” She asked.

I was already standing, so it was a weird question to ask. “Uh, yeah, I'm up. Is that Stephanie?”

“It must be,” Tiffany said, hopping her way to the window, “It's evening already.”

Crap. I might have slept in a little longer than I wanted to. Maybe I was just more tired than I knew. A quick look to my right confirmed that the outside was, in fact, dark. I walked beside Tiffany and took a closer look outside. Only the glow of burning camp fires illuminated the outside, projecting long, haunting shadows against the shoddy gray walls of this dead city. It occurred to me then that we were no longer in the Garden.

“Huh,” I said, leaning my head out. I counted that we were three storeys up. “How did you carry me up here?”

“I didn't,” Tiffany said simply, pointing outside, “She did.”

I saw a new, much larger shadow draw closer as the footsteps grew more powerful. The street turned completely pitch black momentarily before the light from the clinic illuminated a large patch of red fabric before us. Something big knocked into the side of the building, shaking some small objects off their shelves, and the red fabric slid downwards as whatever was out there lowered itself. What greeted us at the end of it was the leaning, giant face of Stephanie, locked in her hearty grin.

“Ah, Tiffany. And Mister Eliot, too,” Stephanie said in her usual cheerful voice. She used that tone so often that I wondered if I should start calling it her unusually cheerful tone.

“Steph!” Tiffany cried out. Stephanie offered a couple of fingers through the window, and Tiffany lunged forward to hug them. She wrapped her arms around them as best she could, leaning against the long digits, resting her her head just below Stephanie's knuckles. “Oh, you didn't tell me today's meeting would take so long! I was worried something might have happened.”

Well, that was unexpected. Tiffany seemed like the calm, collected type of woman, but once Stephanie showed up, she melts into a bubbly little girl who wouldn't think twice about committing blatant acts of infatuation in front of people. The sudden personality change was jarring, but I couldn't help but wonder if this was how I looked to people when I was with Madison.

“Ah ha ha,” Stephanie gave a short laugh before replying, “I guess something did happen today. Mister Eliot, if you're feeling better, I'll bring you back to the Garden.”

“Er, right,” I said, “Just let me get ready.”

I changed back into my old clothes, thankful that whatever sweat I had accumulated has already dried off. The cold still tingled my skin as I pulled off the clinic's sleepwear, but at least I didn't have to worry about catching a cold again. I changed quickly and stuffed my belongings back into my pockets, and headed back to the window.

“You're fine, Eliot,” Tiffany said with her smooth tone once more. I guess this was her working office voice. “Just try not to get into too much trouble; if you tell them that they're being too rough, the giantesses would definitely listen.”

“Sure thing, doc,” I said.

“And take care of Madison for me,” Tiffany said with a more tender voice, “Of all the people now, she needs you the most.”

“I'll give it a shot,” I replied.

Stephanie offered her hand against the window sill, and with a leap, I jumped up and through the window, landing on her soft, cushiony palm. With a final look back, both Tiffany and I waved a last farewell before Stephanie began making her way back to the Garden.

As we traveled, I felt Stephanie closing her fingers around me, carefully clutching my body in a pistol grip. She rolled me around so I faced her, and I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing her typical grin on her face. Instead, she showed genuine concern on her face, and she looked away for a good minute before speaking to me.

“Mister Eliot,” Stephanie said in a tone that I could only describe as graceful, “You do remember that I said something happened today, right?”

“Er, yeah,” I said. I was growing worried myself.

“The truth is,” Stephanie continued with a sigh, “Miss Madison has continued to object to the Matron's proposal regarding the gathering, under the assumption that if even she herself, an urban giantess, couldn't handle...ah...a tiny without hurting him, then nobody in the North could.”

Madison was still mad at what happened today. I touched one of the bandages strapped across the bruises on my body. She must still be blaming herself for what happened to me. All the more reason I should return to her as soon as possible. Only I could snap her out of her funk.

“Take me back to Madison,” I told Stephanie, “I gotta convince her it's not her fault.”

Stephanie's face brightened up at my words. “That's what I hope you'd say,” Stephanie said with her grin, “Let's return posthaste.”

I felt my stomach lurch as Stephanie sped up to a brisk trot. The buildings blurred past us, and I felt myself clutching instinctively to Stephanie's fingers. Being carried in her fist like this was quite different from riding in Madison's pocket; my feet were dangling in the air, with the thought of Stephanie suddenly letting go creeping into my head every now and then. It was now that I realized that whenever Madison handled me, the fear of falling never manifested. She never let me feel like she would let go.

As if sensing my agitation, Stephanie slowed down and placed her other hand under her fist, giving my feet a solid surface to land on. It was almost immediately comforting to be standing on something again.

“Aha,” Stephanie said to me with a chuckle, “Not very used to being held by a giantess, I presume?”

I looked up at Stephanie and saw that she was grinning with bemusement. I didn't quite like that she was enjoying this, but that might just be me. “Just not by anyone other than Madison,” I replied apprehensively.

Stephanie let go of my body, cradling me in both of her hands instead as we continued forward. “You'll have to forgive me,” Stephanie said, bringing me closer up to her face, “I'm not sure how Madison does it, but I like to make extra sure I don't drop whoever I'm holding. Tiffany's told you about me, hasn't she?”

I remembered what Tiffany told me about Stephanie, and reflexively reached to make sure my own leg was still there. I was suddenly very conscious that I was sitting in the hands of the giantess who took Tiffany's leg.

“Oh, don't worry now,” Stephanie said, seeing how suspiciously I was staring at her now, “I'd never intentionally drop you, Mister Eliot. In fact, now that we're at a more comfortable pace, I've wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me?” I asked, a little curious, “What about?”

“Well,” Stephanie said, “Since you've heard from Tiffany, you know that I was directly responsible for her losing her leg. We were good friends even before our accident, so I was lucky that she forgave me and let me take care of her, but...”

Stephanie's voice trailed off, her usual grin replaced with a serious looking frown. She continued, “...the truth is, beyond that Tiffany got hurt here, Miss Madison knows nothing about the events that transpired in our accident. Tiffany didn't want her to blame anyone, so she helped hide me from her.”

Stephanie stopped in her tracks and brought me even closer to her face, such that if I were to stand, I would be exactly at eye level with her. Her emerald eyes shone through the enormous window-sized lens of her spectacles, giving me a hard but pleading stare. “Please, whatever you do, don't tell Miss Madison about me,” Stephanie said, moving her thumbs onto my chest to embrace me, “Now's not the best time to reveal that I am the culprit behind Tiffany's disability.”

I blinked. I wasn't quite expecting this when she said she wanted to talk. Still, I took a little offense at the implication that I would snitch on her, so I asked,  "You're not running from Madison, are you?"

"No! Never!" Stephanie exclaimed, "I will ask for her forgiveness when the time is right,  but for now..."

Stephanie looked at me with big pleading eyes, eyes which were screaming 'please!' at me. There really wasn't any reason to refuse, so I simply said, “Alright.”

This seemed to put Stephanie at ease. She released her thumbs from me, and breathed a sigh of relief. She might not have intended it, but I felt her warm breath wash over me, and I reflexively lifted my arm up to my face to shield myself from the blast of air.

“That's good,” Stephanie said, her face slowly returning to her default grin, “I'd hate to get in a scuffle with Miss Madison at this juncture.”

Stephanie's giant face drew further from me as she lowered me back down to a more comfortable distance. She resumed her walking while continuing to speak, “Thank you, Mister Eliot. Of course, I intend to repay you for this favor. So, you can ask me anything about the North. I'm doubtless that you have questions about the North and giantesses, do you not?”

“I do?” I said unsurely.

“Certainly,” Stephanie said with a smile, “Aren't you curious in the least about your girlfriend's people? You could ask about our culture, what our favorite foods are, what we do for kinks, that kind of thing. Since you're here in the North, it could make for useful dating information.”

I blushed a bit at that. Truth be told, I haven't thought about what we'd do after Madison's done with her business here. Heck, even in the South, whenever we went out together, it would be Madison doing the planning, I realized. I wasn't sure of what giantessy things there were to do, so I just went along with whatever Madison decided on.

“Then...” I mulled over what I could ask Stephanie. After a bit of thought, I said with a reddened face, “I...uh...dunno how to put this politely, but...”

I scratched the back of my head and looked away in embarrassment as I asked, “I don't know...how to make a giantess...um...happy...? You know...in a kinky way.”

I twiddled my thumbs and looked timidly back up to Stephanie. She smiled broadly at me, eyes beaming as she replied, “Well! You certainly are bold, Mister Eliot.” Stephanie suddenly burst into a boisterous laugh, her chortle rattling the glass windows of the buildings around her, “But I never imagined that you'd still be a virgin.”

I crossed my arms and sulked, “...Not my fault. The one time I tried, Madison didn't let me near anywhere underneath her dress.”

“Oh, don't be mad,” Stephanie said, suppressing a giggle, “Madison actually has a good reason for that.”

“Yeah?”

“Well,” Stephanie said with a thoughtful look, “This might require a brief lesson on anatomy first. Tell me, Mister Eliot, do you know how we giantesses reproduce?”

“Urm...” I looked away sheepishly, “By making love?”

“That's right,” Stephanie said with a mischievous grin, “But as you can see, there are no male members of our race in the fifty-thousand years of history that we know of. Yet, our population grows and young giantesses emerge into our society every now and then. Now, who do you think we're keeping bed mates with?”

“Us,” I muttered, “We, tinies?”

“Right again,” Stephanie said, “Despite our differences in scale, we share the same race collectively known as humans, and we're 100% compatible with each other. But it's almost unheard of now for our two races to produce any offspring together, and it's not because of miscarriages or other medical traumas. No, the truth is far more different.”

“Suppose you decided to bang Miss Madison,” Stephanie continued, “How deep do you think her vagina is?”

I sat in silence. Madison was a little taller than fifty feet. I wasn't too sure how deep a normal sized vagina would go either, so I was entirely unsure of how to scale or even begin to measure a giantess's one.

“It's a little shy of five feet, Mister Eliot,” Stephanie said when I couldn't come up with an answer, “Your head would be outside if you were inserted feet first, and the rest of your body would be subjected to the walls inside. Now, no doubt, there are a few problems with this.”

“First of all, reaching the back of the vagina is a problem for you tinies. The only way to do it is to dive completely within us and curling into a peculiar position so your little dong could even reach our cervix. As you might imagine, it's not the most conducive position for a tiny to get his kink on.”

“Second of all, a good deal of our vaginal walls would envelop you. Without restraint, the pressure of the walls as we climax would crush you, so the threat of death always loomed for the participating tiny. Most tinies fear a relationship because of this bit, and in our history together, we have even warred to enslave tiny men to force them to copulate with us. Many men died during those times just to see our own race grow.”

I gulped at that little tidbit. Giantesses were so big that even the strain of intercourse was enough to kill her partner, whether she wanted to or not. Wars were fought just so they had enough men to go through to mate. How many people had to die just so a giantess could be born this way?

“And lastly,” Stephanie said, “Let's say you managed to find a way to connect to the vagina and survive the experience. Even with your entire body inside, how do you suppose you'll pleasure your giantess? A tiny's hands and feet aren't nearly large enough to elicit enough stimulation for her to even cum.”

“I was...hoping you'd tell me how to do that, actually,” I said with a blush.

“Now, that's why,” Stephanie said with a grin, “If a giantess wants to pursue a relationship with her tiny, she needs a kink. Something other than putting men into her vagina to stimulate her. It's different for everyone, some giantesses like rubbing her tiny on her breasts, others might derive pleasure from sucking on her tiny's body whole. It's fairly easy to tell what Miss Madison's kink is though, since she's from the South.”

“Oh really?” I said eagerly.

“Even with a gold urban giantess license,” Stephanie said, “She's probably still mostly using her feet to interact with the tinies around her. It's her job to make her feet more sensitive to your people.”

“So,” I mused, “I just need to pleasure her feet?”

“Yup,” Stephanie said bluntly, “We giantesses in the North are prohibited from letting a tiny anywhere near our feet, so it's mostly a foreign form of interaction for us, but if you're in need of practice...let's just say I know of a place where the rules...slacken.”

Just as I was about to ask where this place was, Stephanie looked up and remarked, “Oh, we're already here.”

It was the small residential area where Madison and I stayed last night. Ahead of us, I could see the church we stayed in, Madison sat slumped against the wall near the hollowed entrance. She hugged her body against her folded legs, and a slow sob shook her shoulders with every sniffle she took. She was still in guilt over what happened.

“I guess this is where I leave you,” Stephanie said, lowering me to the ground, “I shan't provoke Miss Madison with my presence, so you'll have to go to her the rest of the way yourself.”

“Alright,” I said as I slid off Stephanie's hand, “I'll do my best to comfort her.”

“Good luck,” Stephanie said with a smile before turning around and leaving. I felt the tremors of her footsteps slowly fade as the distance between grew larger, until I could no longer feel anything at all. Time to face Madison.