Summary: Follow the married lives of Galadriel, a 25 meters tall Small and her husband Tristan as three new little - and littler - ones join their family. It'll mostly be vignettes in the lives of those five characters over the years, from the night of those birth to their discoveries of adult lives, and all the sexy times in between ! Also, some hints of what Gigantopia truly is, of course.
Just to be clear, the kids won't be involved into those until they are teenagers/adults, thank you very much.
Categories: Teenager (13-19),
Young Adult 20-29,
Breasts,
Adult 30-39,
Mature (40-49),
Body Exploration,
Butt,
Giant,
Lesbians,
New World Order Characters: None
Growth: Brobdnignagian (51 ft. to 100 ft.), Mega (501 ft. to 5279 ft.), Titan (101 ft. to 500 ft.)
Shrink: None
Size Roles: F/f, F/m, FF/f, FF/m, M/f, M/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: Gigantopia
Chapters: 9
Completed: Yes
Word count: 22486
Read: 31381
Published: December 03 2021
Updated: September 19 2023
Story Notes:
You can find the chapters earlier on my patreon with a sister story which will be plot heavier and far darker.
https://www.patreon.com/Kurogane335
1. Chapter 1 by Kurogane335
2. Chapter 2 by Kurogane335
3. Chapter 3 by Kurogane335
4. Chapter 4 by Kurogane335
5. Chapter 5 by Kurogane335
6. Chapter 6 by Kurogane335
7. Chapter 7 by Kurogane335
8. Chapter 8 by Kurogane335
9. Chapter 9 by Kurogane335
Chapter 1
“Push!” ordered the doctor, his voice deep and
rumbling. Galadriel wanted to slap him in the face – in fact, if her hands
hadn’t been busy clutching the sheets, she’d have done just that.
“What do you think I’m doing!” she instead
growled, gritting her teeth.
Mercifully, he didn’t answer. The pregnant
Small was really one edge and she didn’t want to deal with more of this dumb
doc. The screams of her first baby, a sweet girl with a head already full of
ginger hairs, didn’t help her tried to keep her cool ; they were grating on her
nerves, and sadly her husband had been forbidden from entering the room.
Mainly because he was just a man without
medical knowledge and had no place being here, but also because, as a Normal,
he would probably have ended trampled underfoot by someone at this point since
all the staff was comprise of Smalls.
“Push!” repeated the doctor, his voice sounding
somewhat tired and she did as he was telling her, if only to make him shut the
fuck up.
A disagreeable sensation spread from
between her legs and for a moment or two she worried that the second one would
tear her open, something the first had already seemed to try, as far as she
could tell.
Mercifully, it wasn’t the case and
her new baby came out, howling as strongly as the older sibling, who seemed to
dislike that noise a lot, since she started to scream even louder, making the
young mother wince. She couldn’t wait to have them suckling on her tits, if
only to make them be silent for some time. She relaxed as the nurses took the
second baby.
“That’s a boy” said one of them, as
if Galadriel hadn’t known for quite some time she was pregnant with two kids of
different genders. “Weighting three hundreds and forty-five kilograms, for
three meters and twenty-seven centimeters tall” she continued in a very
professional tone. “A tad smaller than his sister.”
It was the understatement of the
year, thought the new mother. Her baby daughter had been weighting almost five
hundred kilograms for four meters sixty five centimeters, which was more than
respectable for a Small newborn. Not that her brother seemed to be a runt; at
his size he was definitively smaller and lither but it was somewhat usual for
false twins and she knew from experience it’d probably mostly stay the same for
some years at least – sometimes puberty did wonders on the smallest ones.
“Well, it’s almost over” stated the
doctor, his voice less gruff now, almost relieved. “Just one more push to
remove the placenta and we’ll be done Ma’am. It shouldn’t be longer than two minutes
and then we’ll clean you, move you to your room and the babies will get to
drink for the first time, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah” she replied, letting
her head fall on the cushion which was supporting it at a somewhat awkward
angle.
She felt her almost white hair
matted on her head because of the sweat. She cursed softly but resisted the
impulse to try and comb it now, it would have been futile. She was a mess and
while she didn’t want Tristan seeing her like that, she knew she’d be a mess
even more once she’d pushed the placenta out of her anyway. So she closed her
eyes, took a deep breath and pushed, until she felt a huge sponge-like mass
falling out of her. She let out a sigh of relief and opened her eyes with a
smile.
This quickly faltered when she heard
a distinct but incredibly weak wailing coming from between her legs.
Mercifully, the two babies had been silent at just the right moment and not
only her, but the doctor had picked up that sound and he quickly delved for
whatever could have been producing it. Galadriel felt a sense of dread washing
over her. It wasn’t possible. She wasn’t ready, even Tristan wasn’t ready for
it! They hadn’t bought anything for… for whatever was screaming so feebly.
“Weight, 5,1 kilograms” stated the
doctor after a minute or two, his voice still quite professional. “Height… damn
it, don’t move too much little one” he grumbled. “Height, 49 centimeters.
Congratulations Ma’am, you’ve got a second boy.”
Galadriel was horrified. That baby –
that unwanted, unprepared for baby, was so pathetically puny! She knew her
husband was small, especially compared to her, but it seemed absolutely
unnatural for a Normal baby to be that small and weightless, surely? Tristan
was a measly 1,96 meters tall, and she a little taller than average for a Small
at 25 meters tall but that baby seemed far too minuscule for her. Was he even
healthy? Shouldn’t she let him to the hospital for the time being?
“If you could relax a little?” asked
a nurse who approached her with a tub full of hot water.
“We’ll be cleaning you while the babies eat”
she explained as another dropped the two Small babies on her, each of them
weighing a lot.
“Well, the biggest two at least”
said a third, who had picked up the smallest of them, who looked ridiculously
minuscule in her hand. “This one will be fed with some tools we keep for the
occasion, and we have staff trained – and sized accordingly – to make sure
he’ll be well fed. If you feel the need to, we have peoples who would be happy
to teach you how to deal with a different-sized baby.”
* * *
Tristan was a nervous wreck. He had
to wait in the normal-sized section of the hospital, waiting for his wife to
give birth to their children without being allowed near them at any time of her
travails it was nerve-wracking for the anxious man.
Not for the first time, he felt a
pang of regret at marrying a Small. They were already so much out of his world
that he sometimes felt more like a pet than an equal, even if Galadriel was
extremely kind and considerate of him and his opinions. It didn’t help him feel
better pacing in this lonely room however.
“Mister Martin?” asked a voice, as a
Normal nurse opened the door. “You’re children have been delivered safely! If
you could put their names down on those papers while we are preparing your wife?
Then we’ll brought you to them.”
He simply nodded and took the leaves
of paper and he started to look at them. They were pre-completed, with the size
and weight of the babies. He knew all Smalls didn’t deserve such an ironic name
but seeing newborns far taller and heavier than he was, he felt a pang of
dread. How would they ever respect him as children? Let alone as teenager?
He felt as if he was starting down a
road toward hell. Still, he completed the forms. The elder daughter he named
Valeria, like his wife wanted, the boy he wrote down Arthur as he had convinced
her to accept.
“Excuse me, you gave me a third
form, for a Normal baby” he said, waving it at the nurse. “I think it’s for
someone else’s baby” he added, chuckling weakly as if to try and wave away his
worries. “I wouldn’t want to put a bad name here, you know?”
“No, no, it’s yours” replied the
nurse, sounding somewhat tired. “Your wife gave birth to a third baby, a Normal
like you and me.”
Tristan felt his eyes bulging out of
their sockets. Galadriel had did what? It wasn’t possible! They had never,
ever, considered that possibility. It was absolutely horrible, the young father
felt responsible for bringing some poor little guy into this world in a family
where he wouldn’t have much to look up for.
He had agreed to have children
because he was convinced they wouldn’t have been Normals, and Galadriel wanted
some so much… but now he felt that it had been a terrible mistake.
“What should I call him?” he asked
the nurse, completely dismayed. “We never discussed such a thing! Can’t it wait
until after I see my wife and the babies?”
“Sorry, but procedure demands the
kid be named now” replied the woman, who seemed too tired to care about his
predicament.
“Fuck” he swore softly, as he picked
up a pen and wrote down a name; it’d have to do, and he suspected that his wife
wouldn’t really care one way or another, even if she had some gripes with
“unique” names, of course. “Here, the name’s Dragos” he said the nurse as he
handed her down the papers, as he had wrote down the first popping in his head.
He hoped he wouldn’t be berated for
giving such a strange name to their second son, but he felt the little boy
would need it. A unique name would help him set apart from his sibling in a
different way than his size would, and perhaps it’d help him forge a special
link with his mother, even if Tristan was doubtful of that.
He knew he was an exception when it
came to his wife, who had mostly contempt for Normals, as far as he could tell
at least, since she never displayed any interest in any – save him of course.
In fact, he doubted she ever had a Normal friend in all her life and wouldn’t
have married one if he hadn’t been so smitten by her that he had courted her
with more persistence than he had ever suspected to have,
* * *
Galadriel was looking at her three
children. Valeria was suckling her tit greedily, drawing more milk than her two
brothers combined. Arthur had started almost as strongly but he had turned out
to be full a lot faster than his sister and no effort from her part had enticed
him back just yet.
He seemed far more interested in the
Normal nurse making his younger brother, whose name she couldn’t guess, drink
from a feeding bottle which had been filled with but a drop of her milk, as far
as she could tell.
He didn’t seem to be misshapen and
in fact, in the nurse’s arms, he looked perfectly proportionate. Which made her
jealous of that nurse. How dare she feed her baby like that, so easily when
she’d struggle to do the same?
That she wouldn’t ever have been
able to do that with her other two babies was little comfort for the mother,
who felt a sudden urge to protect that little thing from the world. She’d have
to make sure her bigger children wouldn’t hurt their little brother.
“Gal!” yelped Tristan, startling her
and making Arthur cry a little, until her mother could convince him to get back
to drinking, while Valeria didn’t even stop her suckling for one moment. “How
are you?”
The Small mother looked at her
husband. Not for the first time, she wondered how she had ended with such a
handsome if little man for a lover. She didn’t really care about Normals but
Tristan was different.
His short auburn hair, his grey eyes
and his great laugh had mellowed her heart and she had been the one going after
him more so than the other way around. That he’d never score as much money as
she did was of no consequence for her then, and it still wasn’t now, even if he
could tell he was worried about a lot of things recently.
“I’m fine honey” she replied softly,
being more than thankful for the little wash the nurses had given her. “And as
you can see the little ones are fine too.”
“Well, two of them at least” he
darkly said, not having noticed the baby in the nurse’s arms apparently.
“The three of them” she said, pointing
at the youngest of their three children. “By the way, what’s his name? The
nurses told me you had to pick one to come here. Nothing too bad I hope. It
better not be Aragorn or Boromir, I already told you I don’t want it or any
Lord of the Rings names.”
“It’s Dragos” he replied almost
meekly and while she huffed and rolled her eyes, she didn’t said anything – it
wasn’t a LotR name, after all.
“What do we do now?” she asked him.
“We’ll need you to go shopping for stuff his size. It’s a good thing Normals
don’t require a lot of maintenance, right?”
“Yeah, I guess” he muttered and
looked away, which worried Galadriel, since she knew her husband was somewhat
prone to have mood swings and, more importantly, had some form of self-loathing
for his kind she had never really understood.
Not that she respected the little
things a lot, but she had to admit they had some fortitude, still going with
their lives in a world where they were by far the bottom of the pecking order
without apparently too much complains. And one of them had made her fall in
love with him, in the end.
She wouldn’t have been to do that.
Almost all Smalls wanted to achieve positions of power and prestige after all,
and she wasn’t different, being an important lawyer in Gigantopia proper, but
starting to branch out outside of the borders of the nation.
Other countries, where Normals were
the crushing majority even after the cataclysms caused by the Great Growth Era
– or any other name it had been given – were lagging behind the Old World in
term of scientific advancement and knowledge that they were starting to try and
forge bond with it, and it was exactly what she wanted, to make more money and
accrue more power. Perhaps someday she’d even move to another country, where
she would be seen as an absolute colossus.
“Hey, it’ll be okay, Tris” she told
him, trying to lift his spirits. “You shouldn’t be so dejected. He won’t be
taking much place at home and you’ll get to share with me the joy of feeding a
baby” she chuckled.
“Yeah well… I’m not sure I’ll be a
great father for him… or any of them...” he told her frankly, which surprised
her.
Galadriel knew he hadn’t really
wanted children and it was more the idea that they’d be Small and thus he
wouldn’t really have much to do with their upbringing – at least that what he
thought but she had other plans about that! – which had convinced him to give
in.
Now, he seemed to almost regret it,
and she’d need to work around that and make sure he understood that all was for
the best. And she had a general idea about where to start, she realized with a
grin.
“Come here”, she said, extending a
hand to capture him and unceremoniously drop him between the two oldest
newborns. “Can I have my third one?” she asked the nurse. “My husband will
finish feeding him.”
“Gal” he started but he was
interrupted by a loud burp from Valeria, who finally stopped drinking to look
at the little thing next to her, and giggled innocently when she saw her father
for the first time.
“See, she already loves you! And
Arthur’s just too busy looking at his brother” she stated as the younger Small
lifted a hand and tried to grab the nurse with her brother, who was approaching
now, having already stopped to drink from her. “Careful sweetie” she gently
chided him, bringing his arm back to her. “Dragos’ coming, don’t worry!”
The nurse approached as much as she
could and gently dropped the baby on the palm of Gal’s hand, and the feeding
bottle next to it. It seemed that Dragos was, proportionally speaking, as much
of a drinker as his sister because he started to cry as soon as he couldn’t
suck on it. And of course, Arthur did the same, which produced far more noise,
enough to convince Valeria that something was happening and she couldn’t be
left out, so she wailed with the other two.
“Well, I hope they’ll calm down
fast” winced Tristan who picked Dragos with some difficulties and started to
feed him again. “I’ll be deaf before long if they scream like that.”
“Well, you haven’t turned deaf yet
and I’ve screamed louder a number of times” chuckled Galadriel, who let out a
roaring laugh when her husband turned a bright shade of red and turned his back
on her, mortified. “You’re just too cute not to tease Tristan” she said,
caressing his back with one finger, as tenderly as she could.
“Yeah? Well you’d better not be
unhappy with my choices for Dragos’ clothes and toys then!” he stated, but his
wife could tell he was feeling a bit better at least.
“I’ll make no such promises” replied
the giantess.
Author's Notes:
Don't know if anyone's truly reading it, but here's the new chapter ^^
It was released long ago on my patreon by the way !
Chapter 2
Tristan was absolutely exhausted.
Not just because his work as a low-level clerk in a large firm left him drained
usually, but also because of the arrival of three babies, which had put him at
death’s door. Of course, he had been offered a generous paternity leave but he
had refused it. Mainly because he knew it was the surest way to being fired
relatively shortly after his return, as it had happened to other peoples in his
position. And also because he didn’t want to spend too much time with the
babies themselves, if he could avoid it.
It had already been five months and
the routine was killing him ever more than he had expected. Usually, the babies
woke up at different times at night, with Valeria being the first and obviously
the loudest who screamed from the top of her lungs, demanding a new diaper or milk
from Mommy. Naturally, she woke up Arthur who slept in the cradle next to her,
and Dragos followed suit soon. Then once everyone was back to sleep, an hour or
so of silence until Arthur did the same.
Surprisingly enough, it was the
little Normal which was the less bothersome because he wasn’t able to wake up
his siblings with his comparatively weaker screams, even if Valeria and Arthur
let out monstrous wails when they were prevented to play with their little
brother during the day. So when he walked through the Normal-sized door of the
house he owned with Galadriel and he heard blissful silence, he was both elated
and extremely surprised. Even more so when entering the living room, he beheld
his wife waiting for him.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” she said,
smirking at him.
She wasn’t naked, Galadriel was
classier than that, but her lingerie was definitively leaving nothing to the
imagination. Her pale skin was looking even paler with the black laces on. Her
bra was definitively too small for her now that her babies were drinking from
her breasts so much – at least the Small ones did, Dragos drank her milk in a
feeding bottle and thus didn’t drink fresh milk, since getting some from his
mother into the bottles wasn’t easy at all, because of the size difference.
“Well? You don’t like my new
figure?” she said, sounding a little worried because of his silence.
“No! No, you’re looking great,
better than ever even!” he blurted, finally shaken out of his stupor – and he
was telling the truth. “It’s just that I, uh, didn’t expect… with the kids
around and –”
‘They’re not home tonight” she
chuckled, a huge grin plastered on her face.
“What? Why!?”
“Because you clearly needed some us
time, babe” she replied seriously now, looking at him with a concerned look. “I
love you Tristan and I know you’ve not been… too keen on having children. You
did it for me, it’s the least I could do for you, to give you a day, once in a
while, where it’s just the two of us.”
“I… whoa… Thanks” the Normal man
replied, feeling far more happy and relieved that he had any right to be.
He knew he could be… difficult to
live with. In fact, all his previous attempts at a life with someone had ended
in abject failure, recriminations and even, once, threats of being physically
assaulted if he ever approached the woman he had been with for almost two
years. Then he had met Galadriel and his life had lit up, until she had wanted
kids and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Usually, he loved that about her, that
dominant personality which seemed to be a constant among Smalls but –
“Hey!”
“What, you were clearly being lost
in thoughts, and I want none of it today. Your duty is to please your queen, my
little man” growled playfully his wife, who had walked toward him and lifted
him with such speed that he was a little disoriented.
“Then shouldn’t you put me, you
know, near your toes or something? That’s usually where we start things.”
“True, but usually we don’t do that
when you’re on the verge of some sort of burn-out Tris. So I think we’ll need
to try something a little different today!”
Before he could answer, he was
pressed into one of her bloated breasts and he got her idea loud and clear. A
part of him found it distasteful. Their children – two of them anyway – drank
her milk from here! But he had always been a breast-guy and Galadriel had
always been well-endowed in that regard; pregnancy had only made her look even
more impressive in that portion of her anatomy and the rest of her body seemed
to have already settled back to its slim and sexy shape of old.
“Yeah, that’s for you now. My small
little man” she cooed. “You need to drink up some of my sweet nectar; I’m so
full today I could burst.”
He almost retorted that they had
bought breast pumps for just such an occasion but she wouldn’t have taken it
well, he suspected. Galadriel was a complex personality, but after almost five
years together, he knew that this sort of humor didn’t work on her at all. So
he tried to move the bra a little, even if he could tell she hadn’t positioned
him well enough for him to suck on her nearby nipple – nearby being more than a
meter away from his face. But before he could even pretend to free her tit from
its confine, he felt her fingers shift on him.
“Gal, what are you –” he started but
he was once more cut off by his wife, who effortlessly tore down his
clothes. “Hey! Stop that, I’ll need
those tomorrow!”
His yelping, more because he
frightened by what his boss would say if he didn’t saw him come in with the
perfectly chosen attire he wanted his clerks to wear, was silence by one glare
from his wife. He closed his mouth, gulped and let her reduce the prized
thread, which had been priced at almost a month of salary to buy off, being
shredded like some sort of cheap paper. Once more, he was reminded how strong
Smalls were compared to Normals. His kind really was a pathetic breed.
“Oh, I know that look” she grumbled,
as she gently rocked him. “Stop doing that baby, I love you, and you ought to
remember I had a lot of suitors. I chose you out of everyone else, okay? Okay?”
“Yeah, okay” he said. “But, really,
Galadriel… did you have to tore off my clothes?”
He whined, he knew it but he
couldn’t help it. He had always been like that, as far as he could remember.
But he had to admit that what she was saying was right. She had chosen him, in
spite of his determinate courting of her, when she had always proclaimed to
hate it. But Tristan loved to be dominated and sought out taller women, which,
as nearly two meters tall, was quite difficult among Normals, who had developed
such a fear of tall persons that they were basically shrinking more each
generation!
“Because I wanted to?” she replied,
grinning at him. “Because I knew if you kept them you wouldn’t call your
asshole of a boss to tell him you want a parental leave effective immediately
and because I could. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No” he admitted, squirming a little
to better cradle next to her breast.
“Good. Now enough talking my little
boy, I want your tongue and your teeth on my nipple five minutes ago.”
She finally positioned where he’d be
able to do what he was told and removed one of her tit from her far too small bra.
Immediately, he smelt her milk. Her nipple seemed a little sore, and he guessed
it was only natural. Valeria drunk so much of Galadriel’s milk that he sometimes
worried for Arthur. But it seemed it didn’t bother his wife too much since she
almost shoved her nipple right into his face, forcing him to take as much as he
could inside of his mouth – which was impossible of course.
“Oh yes, that’s what I’ve been
missing for so long, you’ve been too distant for too long honey…” she sighed,
caressing and rocking him, but not like she did with her two Small babies. “I
need you Tristan. I really do. I need you with me… Please, make me feel
powerful.”
He was more than happy to obey that
order, of course. Being so dominated by his wife was absolutely what he loved
most about their sex life. And he was obviously in need of some of it. As he
sucked and nibbled at her nipple until a few drops of milk came out of it, he also
started to sob. It was as if something which had been coiled inside of him was
finally uncoiling itself and it made him feel both weak and also strangely
happy, as if he wasn’t hiding something from himself and everyone anymore.
“Yes, that’s what you need to do
honey. You can cry, it’s no problem. You’re my little man, it’s okay. I’ll beat
up anyone who’ll make fun of you, you know it, right?”
* * *
Galadriel felt a strange relief
seeing her husband cry. Not because she liked to hurt him – she could be rough
in bed and she couldn’t wait her babies to be weaned so she could remind him
about that – but because she knew her man. He was always too tightly wound and
refused to admit it. His serious side had won her heart of course, but she
always worried she’d lose him because of it. So helping him face it and let go
of his worries was great.
Plus she got to shred his clothes.
If she had been able to, she’d rather have shredded his manager. That guy was
an absolute asshole and she was certain he was particularly petty on Tristan.
She didn’t want to tell him but there had been a slew of allegations about his
firm which was said to discriminate on Normals who married above their station.
It seemed his boss just plain hated Growns in general, and he made her husband
pay for it. Sadly, she lacked definitive proofs of it. Yet.
“That’s great honey” she whispered
as his crying calmed down and he started to nibble and suck her nipple. “You’re
great, you know that, my little man?”
She loved the way his body felt in
her arms. He was such a lightweight compared to the two Small babies they had
made together! It was almost as if he weighed nothing, which she had always known,
but now she had a far better perspective about it. She felt more powerful than
ever, more dominant and it drove her a little nut. That and sexual frustration.
With the kids around, she couldn’t ravish him wherever and whenever she fancied
it, like she had done before her pregnancy – and even during some of it!
“I know you’re afraid of losing your
job, but my lawyer firm is growing and I’m in need of a clerk myself, and you
happens to have all the qualities required for the job So if they fire you,
I’ll hire you on the spot.”
“But that’d be nepotism!”
“Who said you could stop playing
with my nipple?” she growled, glaring at him until he started pleasuring her
again. “And yeah it’d be. So what? I’m a Small, my employees are all Normals,
they won’t complain. I pay them handsomely, they’ll have had months to show
their worth and earn increased salary while I’m at home with the kids. And
you’re qualified. So it’s settled, basically.”
“But… I’m a low level clerk, I don’t
think…”
“Stop devaluating yourself like that
Tristan. You’re handsome, gentle and you always obey me when I want something.
And I love you, so it’s settled. Since your current boss is a jerk who doesn’t
appreciate you, your next one will be me. And get back to pleasuring me, you
goofball!”
“O… okay” he replied meekly and did
as he was told.
“Plus, you’ll allow me to relieve
stress at work… and to live out some fantasies of mine. You’ll be my cute
little secretary I think!”
In truth, it was a fantasy she had
caressed a lot of time since she had created her firm. She was the only Small
in here of course, since nobody had believed that it was worth the hassle. Most
Smalls enjoyed lives of relative luxury compared to Normals by taking
managerial duties, extremely well paid and allowing them to express their
dominant tendencies without doing too much actual work.
Somehow, their employees were always
far more productive than without them around, probably out of fear. But it had
never appealed to Galadriel. She wanted power and respect, like all good Small
did, forced to contend with far larger beings around them. But unlike most of
her peers, she wanted to earn it through hard work, to prove to herself and the
world that it could be done. So if she could work hard and have her little
hubby at hand when she needed to excuse herself at work, it’d be a win-win
situation.
“I’ll ravish you when I’ll need it”
she said to him in a soft, lusty voice. “I’ll be great honey, I know you’ll
make a great work most of the time, and when you won’t it’ll be because you’ll
be making the best work you can do by pleasing me.”
She let one of her hand snake near
her crotch but resisted the urge to touch herself. Today, she needed to take
care of her man, to lift his spirit and make him accept the babies better. So
far he was suckling a trickle of milk, not enough to release the pressure she
felt building in her breasts but she managed to push back this feeling in the
back of her mind. She brought back her hand up and put her fingers on his
shoes.
“You won’t need those either” she
decided and with practiced skill she simply tore them open with her nails and
fingers without so much as scratching him. “Much better” she purred as he
tensed a little. “Relax, it’ll feel even better for you soon, baby.”
She brought her fingers on his
crotch and started to massage his dick. As always, she marveled at how small he
was. She knew he said he was tall for a Normal, but that was simply a
ridiculous idea. That he was a tad bigger than those other little peoples
didn’t made him really tall, not in any sense of the word she cared about. She
was tall for a Small but she knew that for Titans it meant nothing – Giants
only being over half her size couldn’t really treat her like she could Normals.
The tip of her finger was larger
than his cock and she knew that her sharp nails could have cut it off from him
if she wanted to. In fact, she could have shredded him with her nails with
almost no difficulty. But instead she could enjoy being careful and soft and
yet so dominant. It was absolutely incredible. With a normal mate, another
Small, it would always turn into a contest of strength and power of course. She
could be rougher as a lover of course but she found that being with a Normal –
her Normal – was better than that.
“Oh!” she suddenly gasped when her
sensitive nipple suddenly sent a surge of pain and pleasure into her as a spray
of milk flew out of her and almost drowned her husband. “Sorry, sorry” she
laughed, not sorry at all.
“Gah, I’ve drank some of it!” he
complained, which made her laugh even more. “It’s not funny, you know?”
“From my point of view it is” she
smirked. “I hope you’re ready because it was just the beginning. Time to play
with your favorite feet. Mine!”
“Oh God” groaned Tristan but
Galadriel was carrying him toward their bed; they had one night without the
kids, they’d make the best out of it.
“Oh Gal” she replied, amused. “And
just so you know” she added, pointing at her nipple which was still releasing a
stream of milk while the other was already starting to wet her bra, “you’ll be
the one cleaning that up of course.”
He rolled his eyes and huffed by the
Small knew she had him. He loved when she exerted that sort of control, so he’d
be very, very pleased by what she had in mind. She still needed to be careful
of course, she wasn’t used to playing with him anymore. But some scratches and
more would be easy to forgive if she gave him what he wanted. She licked her
teeth and looked at him until he squirmed.
“Oh yeah, it’ll be wild babe.”
Chapter 3
“Mr. Briar? Master Briar would want
to see you in her office.”
Tristan winced. Somehow, working
with his wife made him regret the months he had spent with the kids. They were
terrible and Dragos particularly seemed to have a death wish since, anytime he
escaped his parent’s supervision he dashed for his enormous siblings who
obviously were delighted to see him but also absolutely unable to control their
strength and were thus liable to hurt, maim or even kill the little baby.
Still, being an employee of his wife was somehow even worst for his nerves.
Not that his job as her secretary
was worse than what he did before, far from it. Galadriel was a far better boss
than any he ever had. She was efficient and demanded the same of her employees,
but she always had a gentle word, made sure she listened to any problems they
could have and generally fostered a great sense of community in her firm. Which
surprised him because she was the only Small in here and he had been convinced
that she generally didn’t held Normals in high esteem and wouldn’t care about
them.
“Thanks Nancy, I’ll be going” he
replied to his colleague, finishing his sandwich and getting up briskly.
As he went back into the office, he
passed by the desks of the other Normals working here, almost all of them
women. Those winked at him as they all knew why his wife had called her to her
office. It had been a stressful morning. The few guys looked both annoyed,
envious and amused and he felt himself turn bright red. Perhaps he should have
told Galadriel that it was inappropriate but he knew she wouldn’t care. And
also, he liked it, to be honest.
“I’m here Master briar” he said as
he entered her office, using the title any self-respecting lawyer used in
Gigantopia.
“Thank you Mister Briar. You can
close the door.”
He did so and looked at her. She had
a stern look as she perused over a large number of sheets and he gulped loudly,
a little intimidated. Even after all those years living with her, he had never
seen her at work, and he had to admit that the intensity with which she focused
on her cases was frightening. It was almost physically present, like a sort of
aura which made approaching or even talking to her a dangerous prospect for a
Normal like him. But it never lasted.
“I told you already, you can relax
when it’s just the two of us” she said to him, smiling and the severity left
her face. “How can you help me deal with stress if you’re a bundle of anxiety,
after all?”
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re so
impressive when I walk here, all the time” he replied, chuckling weakly but it
did bring a smile on her face.
“Oh? You find me impressive?”
“You know I do, Master Briar.”
“Hum, I like when you call me like
that…”
Her mood was already changing to a
more playful one. Tristan was getting used to it by now. Not only did he lived
with her, they had established a sort of routine ever since he had started
working here. If the morning was particularly stressing, because some clients
were difficult or any other reason, he was to come in and help his wife release
some steam during the lunch break. He was more than happy to oblige, most of
the time, because it also helped him deal with stress.
“Do you want me to, uh… undress?” he
asked her.
Sometimes, she loved to just tear
his clothes off of him. She kept spares, nearly identical to what he wore for
the day in her office, just for those moments. But today, she smiled and
nodded. No destroyed clothes, he was relieved. Not that he didn’t like his wife
displaying her strength and power over him, but it was getting old to have to
bring them to the trash bin as discretely as possible – and not just because it
was just an open secret at this point.
“Hey, a little slower… You know I
enjoy the show” she commanded as he swiftly removed his vest. “It gets me in
the mood.”
He did as he was told, slowly
removing his shoe, then his shirt, revealing his torso. Truth been told,
Tristan wasn’t too confident in his body. He wasn’t fat – to keep up with his
wife he had to go to the gym several times a week and he was careful with what
he ate of course – but he just couldn’t compare to the model body Galadriel
had. He hadn’t any well-defined muscles and despite his size he knew he would
always look tiny to his wife. Tiny and cute, and it seemed it was enough for
her.
Her breathing was already quickening
and he saw one of her hands descend toward her panty. She was really needing to
have some release if she was already starting to touch herself, and it was
confirmed by her other hand cupping one of her breasts and starting to fondle
it. From his experience, Tristan suspected it wouldn’t be long for her to pick
him up and uses him have sex with, as she saw fit.
“Fuck, you’re too damn sexy… If you
weren’t already my man, I’d just rape you until you married me” she grumbled,
her voice rumbling powerfully.
“You know, it’s uh, a little
frightening when you say it like that?”
“Yeah, I do. But I love looking a
little frightening to you love” she moaned as she removed her hand from her
pussy with an obvious effort. “Now don’t move, I’ll pick you up!”
“So fast? Usually you likes to take
your time more” he reminded her as she leant forward, her huge breasts almost
spilling from her top, the buttons of her shirt seeming ready to burst at a
moment’s notice.
“Hush you. I want to fuck you like a
wild beast today.”
She wasn’t grinning as she said that
and Tristan knew it was absolutely true. She would have her way with him wildly
here and now. His dick hardened in a half-erect state and Galadriel noticed it,
licking her lips, giving off her best impression of a lioness ready to jump on
her prey. And indeed, she did just that as she caught him in one of her hand
and lifted him so easily that he was – as always – surprised at how easily she
was able to lift him off the ground; it truly reminded him about how Smalls
weren’t just taller humans.
He was dropped a little roughly on a
low drawer – for her that is. It was almost twelve meters tall, which meant
that even standing on his feet his head would be a tad lower than the pussy of
his wife. But of course, he hadn’t time to get up as she opened her pants and
moved her panty just enough for her already glistening pussy to appear. She had
shaved. Of course she had, she loved to do that, it was a way for her to show
her dominance, she had told him once, and seeing it, as used as he was to this
sight.
“You’d better remain still, you know
I can’t really see you when we start to fuck like that, babe” she growled, as
she took a step forward to position herself over him.
She was right of course, even if
they rarely did that in a position like that. It was a little dangerous, they
knew it but sometimes Galadriel needed to assert her power over him in such a
way, it aroused her even more than anything he could do to her. Their size
difference was such that she’d have needed to use him as a dildo to really feel
that he was fucking her. But she never did that, it would have been demeaning
for him, she had told him. Of course, grinding her pussy over him wasn’t for
reason unknown to him.
Her pressure imposed on him when she
lowered herself a little. Her pussy easily covered his whole torso, even more
of it, and he could see her clitoris, like a large orange ripe for the taking.
But she wouldn’t let him grab it already, he knew her too well. She started to
move and grind herself on him, pushing the air out of his lungs even as he saw
one of her hands descend on the top of the drawer, clutching it to offer her a
better balance.
“Fuck yeah, I love it” she moaned as
she increased her pace, her face hidden by the moving hills of her breasts.
“It’s really a good thing that you never gave up on seducing me. No Small would
feel so perfect under me like that Tristan! Tristan… Tristan!”
He couldn’t answer her yet, the
pressure on him was simply too great. It was one of the reason they rarely did
that, even if his wife loved mating with him while standing. If they
miscalculated, she could very well cave in his whole torso, crushing it into a
smear of blood. Even as a Normal living in the heart of Gigantopia, surrounded
by tall beings like the Growns of all sizes and shape, Tristan was terrorized
by this possibility. And of course, his fear heightened Galadriel’s pleasure.
* * *
It was the best. As she was grinding
herself on her little husband, Galadriel was reminded of how powerful she was.
A lot of Smalls harbored grudges and dissatisfaction at being looked down by
the taller citizenry of Gigantopia. They took it out on Normals in a great
number of ways. She even had done that when she was younger, spitting on Normal
children or even peeing on their sandcastles and what not when she went to
West-G. But it was truly a dumb way to deal with their resentment.
“Yes, I can’t even see you!” she
moaned, looking down only to see the large prow of her bust.
She tilted her head backward and bit
her lips as she truly started to feel her pleasure building up. As puny as he
was, her husband’s body was great, able to endure her little bout of grinding
if she was careful. And she was getting somewhat accustomed to the feel of his
torso underneath her. She swore she could even know where she was grinding the
most, be it his pectorals, his belly or even his chin when she truly approached
his head. And she loved doing that.
“Oh yeah, I can feel you breathing
on my clit honey. You help me tremendously when you do that…”
Not that he had much choice in this,
she knew it. She was so sensible down there that she was almost able to feel
the air she pushed out of him when she moved like that. She was probably
imagining it of course, but it got her off real good doing that so she caught
on that idea and didn’t let it go. She moved a little to better push on him
without letting her weight shift too drastically on him. She clutched the top
of her drawer a little more tightly and was reward by the sound of the wood
starting to snap.
“Fuck” she groaned, lifting herself
from her husband for a moment. “Fuck!”
Splinters had formed and pierced her
skin as she had tightened her hand too harshly on the wooden structure. She
wouldn’t be able to lean on her hand for the time being and she couldn’t afford
the risk of flinching and flattening her husband all because she was now on
edge and unable to get off like she wanted. It threatened to make her more
frustrated than if she hadn’t tried to have some sex with her husband today.
She was fuming, until she felt a little hand on her inner thigh.
“Do you want me to… to work on you?
Or I could, uh, remove the shards from your hand, if you want to?”
“No honey… I can remove them myself
and you’d be uncomfortable extending yourself to pleasure me. And if I got a
little too stimulated and I’d fell on you...”
“Galadriel” he said sternly as her
voice trailed off. “I’m your husband. I can help you, honey. It’s not a
problem. It doesn’t bother me, even!”
She sighed. Sometimes he could be
stubborn like that, as if he needed to prove something to her – and to him. She
wasn’t too fond of this part of his personality, to be honest. He had gotten hurt
once or twice because of it already and now that they had children she didn’t
want that to happen again. None of the little ones would understand if their
daddy went to the hospital just because he wanted to prove that he could keep
up with his Small wife – which was impossible as far as she was concerned.
“Fine” she relented, taking a step
back to see him as she told him what he’d be allowed to do. “You can remove the
splinters. Try not to get some yourself. You’re naked and too tiny for me to
remove yours, if they got stuck in inappropriate places…”
“They won’t. I mean, it won’t be
that hard to avoid something like that happening to begin with and since I
guess we won’t have more sexy time together right now, you could also give me
back my clothes.”
“No, I want you naked for now” she
replied, extending her hand toward him.
He sighed but he did as he was told
and Galadriel took a good long look at her little man. He wasn’t one of those
bodybuilders or great action flicks guys who had to appear shirtless at least
once in each of their movies. But he looked far better in her opinion. As he
approached her hand started removing the splinters, some longer than his own
hand, very carefully she couldn’t help but moan a little.
“Really? I never knew you liked pain”
he jabbed up, sounding a little amuse. “You should have told me before.”
“Please” she groaned, rolling her
eyes. “It’s just that it’s super sexy having my little man doing something for
me in the nude… I think I should have you wear only an apron at home from now
on.”
“I’m sure the social services will
love it when they’ll barge in because the kids are behaving inappropriately at
kindergarten.”
“You’re supposed to help me relax
right now” she whined a little, before biting her lips and cupping one of her
breasts.
“Seems to me it’s working. Don’t go
you losing your balance now, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Galadriel was a little frustrated,
in spite of herself. She had really wanted to fuck her husband on that stupid
drawer but it had turned out to be too fragile. A common frustration for Smalls
who somehow ever got stuff tailed for “bigger Normals” when Giants and above
had access to far sturdier materials. They only ever got the scraps – and that
Normals basically were lower than them did very little to make the busty woman
feel better about it, since she could have hurt badly her husband because of
that stuff being inadequate.
“I know that frown. Stop worrying
about what could have happened and enjoy the moment Gal’.”
“That’s you who says me? You’re
always the most stressed out of us.”
“Not since I went working for you, I
haven’t.”
She looked at her husband, a little
surprised by how honest he sounded. As he truly been so mistreated in her
previous work that having to satisfy his wife’s needs at the office was officially
better than that? She felt a pang of anger. She’d need to deal with his former
boss. Perhaps she’d not even use legal ways to do that. She moaned softly and
closed her eyes as she imagined that she’d seek him out and take on him all the
pain he had dished to her beloved little man.
“See? You’re clearly a masochist”
grumbled Tristan as he removed another splinter from his wife’s hand.
“No? I can assure you, it’s not
that.”
Author's Notes:
Hey everyone ! I have back-log chapters for this story, so they'll be put out from time to time. I'll stop my patreon relatively soon (hopefully before May) because I'm not happy with my ability to deliver over there, so all future stories will be free. Also, i have a few I feel like posting here, so sorry for the inundation coming !
Chapter 4
It was surprising how fast a strange
new normal could become a routine. Galadriel had expected her return to work to
make for a difficult time for her babies but it turned out it hadn’t been the
case at all. The babysitters she had hired, one for the Small-sized loves and
one for the itty-bitty Normal’s one, did wonder and it had allowed her to
resume her duty undaunted. In fact, with the addition of her husband, she had
never been that productive and she had finished the first year after her return
to work a lot wealthier than before.
She suspected that the fact she had
stayed in touch with her employees and their work during her almost year-long
leave, thanks to the generous social security of Gigantopia, had played a
significant part in her success-story, but she prided herself in her hard-work
nonetheless. Now, she was almost as happy to leave home for work than to return
to see her little marvels who always seemed incredibly joyous when their mommy
and daddy went home, even if the two adults were often disheveled after their
trip home – courtesy of one secluded and dark alleyway where Galadriel now had
the habit to fuck her husband against a wall.
As usual, Tristan went to speak with
the mousey little girl who babysat Dragos while she got to talk a little with
Katiba, the Small bombshell who had agreed to take care of her little ones in
exchange of unusual payments. She had accepted to take a lot less than she
bought to have to take care of Valeria and Arthur in exchange of a help for her
studies. Considering her looks – she was chubby but with such crazy curves she
could have been a super-busty model on Instagram – Galadriel considered it a
fair prize.
“How was your day?” she asked the
tanned brunette, who could – and shouldn’t have to – hide her Arab origins.
“Largely uneventful. Estelle had a
little trouble preventing Dragos from rushing to his siblings whenever we left
them alone, but I think the little ones are starting to understand that he
isn’t a toy and they are more careful around him.”
“Well, that is expected, they are
almost two, after all!” laughed Galadriel, waving her almost white hair around
as she looked down on the smaller Small – Katiba stood at a measly 18 meters
tall. “Anything else?”
“Uh… Not really” fidgeted the
younger Small, looking away. “At least nothing concerning the children…” she
added under the scrutiny of her part-time employer.
“So it’s about the mousey girl?”
grinned Galadriel.
The more experienced woman had known
for a long time that Katiba had a crush on her co-worker here, but she didn’t
seem to know how to act on it. That the Normal girl didn’t really seemed
attracted to her, possibly because she was too frightened by the incredible
body of the Small bombshell, or perhaps because she wasn’t into girls. But from
Galadriel point of view, the sexual orientation of Normals wasn’t really of
importance when pursued by a Grown’s attraction.
“Yeah…” mumbled Katiba, her skin
darkening as she fidgeted a little. “She’s just… I love her body type, so thin
and frail and, urgh, it’s really starting to affect my conduct here and I don’t
like it, but I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Be assertive” stated Galadriel, who
appreciated the honesty of the girl tremendously. “If she feels like playing
hard to catch, remember that in the end, they love being dominated, our little
cousins. And you have considerable assets to ease her into a relationship with
you” she continued, pointing at breasts which dwarfed her own, even when she
had seven meters on the other Small. “But don’t be too rough, okay? It wouldn’t
do to become a bully, she’d hate it and perhaps even file a complain about you,
which would hinder your future career, got it?”
“So I can assault her but I can’t
assault her?” asked Katiba, clearly confused.
“No. You can lift her and press her
against your chest as you explain your feelings to her, and if she reacts
accordingly, you can go further than that. If she doesn’t, you’ll have to put
her back on the ground and say that you’re sorry but really couldn’t contain
yourself any longer. Do you think you can do that?”
“It’ll be worth a try!” beamed the
smaller Small, as she rushed away. “Thanks Miss Briar.”
“Mistress Briar” laughed Galadriel,
who felt that the mousey Normal girl, whose name she had never bothered
remembering, was in for quite an evening, if she knew what was good for her –
Katiba’s breasts were massive enough that the other babysitter could disappear
thrice over in their chasm.
“Who, I don’t know what you said to
her, but our younger sitter sure was in a hurry” suddenly said Tristan,
carrying a giggling and excited Dragos. “What did you say to her?”
“What she desperately needed to
hear” replied Galadriel with a mysterious smile.
“Mommy!” suddenly blurted Dragos,
surprising both her parents.
The Small woman crouched and
extended her hands toward her littlest baby, who was giggling and calling her.
It wasn’t the first word he spoke, he had said Daddy before, to her lasting
resentment, she had to admit, but it was the first time he called her out like
that and there was no way she wouldn’t immediately answer him. Tristan shook
his head and grinned as he deposited the little baby in her upturned palms and
watched her lift them to her face.
“Hello there Dragos, Mommy’s here”
she cooed, eliciting another bout of laughter from her baby.
She approached her nose from her
son, who didn’t seem that impressed by it, even when he was far smaller than
it! She let out a burst of wind through her nostril, which made him fall on his
back, to his delight. Galadriel herself felt incredibly joyous. All her
children were great to have around, but none was as sunny as her youngest. It
was almost as if he was compensating his small size with a lot of laughter.
Arthur was more of a crybaby and Valeria more dominant, but Dragos was
definitively the happiest.
It surprised her continuously,
because his father often seemed sour and depressive – at least before he
started working for her, now he was a lot happier and was clearly getting in
touch with his kids more. As if on cue, two loud series of footsteps were heard
in the corridor and in barged the older kids. Arthur noticed his father who was
in his path and managed to wobble away from him but Valeria didn’t. Mercifully,
Tristan had good reflexes and was able to jump to safety.
“Hey! What did I say about running
in the house!” he bellowed, his face a mixture of fear and anger.
“Daddy!”
Clearly, Valeria had a hard time
understanding how – or perhaps why – her father could be angry about anything.
With a very possessive huff, she lifted him and hugged him. Galadriel winced
when she heard the air being pressed out of his lungs in a wheeze but it seemed
their daughter was starting to get a handle on how to not crush things, which
was great, since she released her father enough to let him breathe.
“Hey! I want Daddy!” whined Arthur,
but he didn’t dare to go and fight with her sister.
In the last two years, it had become
clear that Valeria would probably tower over him at least up until puberty, and
probably even beyond – unlike Normal boys who seemed to grow a lot more once
they reached their teenage years compared to their female counterpart, Growns
had a steadier growth, and rarely – if ever – saw an upset once the three years
mark had been passed. Galadriel had always been taller at her age than her
older brother had been and it had never changed over the year.
“Mommy, that not fair!” cried
Arthur, pointing at his sister holding her father.
“That is not fair, Arthur” she
gently corrected him, making sure her smallest boy was secure in the palm of
her left hand before she extended the other to ruffle the hair of his brother.
“And just wait, I’m sure Daddy will love being cuddled by you once Valeria will
have gently put him on the ground, right dear?”
“You shouldn’t let them get their
way like that, it won’t be beneficial in the long run” grumbled Tristan,
wiggling s best he could to look at her. “They need to learn not to run in the
house like that. What if it had been Dragos and not me? Or if I hadn’t bee fast
enough.”
As much as she loathed admitting it,
her little hubby was right. She was used to being a Small surrounded by Normals
now, so she had learnt to pay a modicum of attention to what was going on near
her feet – which wasn’t exactly easy because of how large her breasts were. She
boasted to never have maimed a Normal and it was true but she had had her fair
share of bumps and had sent more than one of the little people flying as she
walked too briskly when she was younger.
“Daddy’s right” she said to her two
adorable big babies. “You need to be careful with what you’re doing in the
house my angels. What if it had been… Esther…”
“Estelle” corrected her husband and
even without focusing on him Galadriel could hear his eyes rolling.
“Estelle? You could have hurt real
bad and then nobody would have been here to take care of Dragos during the day.
I know you’ll be going to the kindergarten in a few months but for now it’s
necessary you be careful, okay?”
“I can care of meself” stated the
little boy in her left hand, who puffed and looked very much displeased by the
idea he needed someone to look over him.
“Can’t” said Arthur with a grin.
“You can’t play with the toys!”
“I can play with my toys!” yelled
Dragos, who wobbled toward the edge of her hand until she made him fall on his
back.
“No walking in mommy’s hand!” she
growled at him. “And you Arthur, stop mocking your brother, or I’ll have to put
you in the corner of shame! And put Daddy down, Valeria, or you’ll all go to
the corner”
Her daughter defied her gaze for a
moment but she relented and put Tristan down gently. Arthur fidgeted a little
but said nothing and looked away, not wanting to be punished – he was more than
a little accustomed to the shame corner after all. As for Dragos he sat on her
hand and crossed his little arms, pouting in the most adorable way. It was
extremely hard to not laugh at that, but she did her best.
“Okay kids, time to get your
goûter!” suddenly boomed Tristan, clapping his hands together and eliciting
three very loud cries of joy. “And no running!” he added as the two Small kids
darted toward the main room.
“Mommy, I want to go too!” called
Dragos and, regretfully, Galadriel put back her hand on the ground and tilted
it until her boy could slide on it, get on all four and then up clambered
toward his siblings.
“They’re growing up so fast” she
sighed.
“Come on, they aren’t even two yet!”
“Laugh if you want but it’s how I
feel” she grumbled at her husband’s hilarity. “So, was everything great with
Dragos’ babysitter?”
“Yeah, all went well. She told me
he’s the kindest baby she ever had to watch over. But she’s a little worried
about Katiba.”
“Oh?
Why?”
“She told me she looks at her funny
and she’s a little afraid she doesn’t like Normals” he revealed, sounding
worried himself.
“Oh! Then I can assure you it’s
nothing of the sort.”
Galadriel didn’t feel like betraying
the feelings of another Small, even with her husband. As the tiniest of the
Growns, they had to have a sort of code, a solidarity that no one could take
from them. At least that was how she felt and how she intended to teach her two
Small babies. Not that she wanted them to hide anything important to their
father or their brother, Heavens no! But some things were better discussed
between Smalls first, that was all.
“Absolutely not. Now if you’d be so
kind as to go and see that the kids don’t mess up with the sofa while I’ll
prepare their collation, you’ll be awesome” she lied to him expertly.
“Sure…. But don’t forget mine. My
boss’s leaving me famished at work!” he winked.
“Oh the bastard” she laughed her ass
out as she got up, towering over her little husband who was scampering toward
the room where they could hear the start of another argument between the
siblings.
Before going to the kitchen however,
Galadriel looked out of the front window. As expected she noticed Katiba, who
was turning a little to look at the house just as this very moment. Her cheeks
were red and her eyes shone with such pleasure that the older woman was certain
she had managed to approach the mousey Normal. What was her name again? Marina?
Not that it did matter. But just as the babysitter turned around, Galadriel’s
eyes bulged. She was almost certain she had seen a hand appear against the soft
thread of her shirt above her cleavage.
“Shit. Sometimes I really wish I was
their size. Those tits looks super comfortable.”
“You said something?” asked her
husband, who had barely been able to hear her mumble.
“Nope, nothing!”
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the super long delay !
I kept hitting a wall when it came to writing anything and I didn't want to update the stories I have going until I could finish at least one of them.
I sort of did it with this one, even if I'm not fully satisfied yet.
But I think I should aim to complete this one, focus on Dark Side and M/m for now. And after that, well, we'll see I guess ?
Chapter 5
“Are you sure you’ll be fine? I can
introduce you to new parents if you want to” said Galadriel as she looked at
Katiba.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine! You’ve
been nothing but supportive and Estelle’s too” replied the Small babysitter,
who grinned at her lover who, for now, was at their feet – both the two taller
women knew it was only a matter of seconds before she’d be nested where Katiba
preferred her – between her huge mounds. “I’ve gotten work offers in another
branch, and I think I’ll take them – Estelle will work with some Normal babies
of course, she doesn’t want to stop doing what she does best.”
Galadriel smiled, a little
condescendingly, to the Normal woman who fidgeted a little. She didn’t like
being alone with her lover and their now ex-employer, it was obvious. Galadriel
had dropped the kids at their first day of kindergarten – the big ones that is,
Dragos had been brought to another, nearby one, by her father, since mixed
facilities weren’t exactly recommended at that age and Galadriel didn’t trust
the other kids and staff enough to let her smaller one without her supervision
with unknown kids.
In any case, she had taken a day
off, while her husband had accepted her suggestions that he show to work, so
people there would now he truly worked a lot – after all, he did, but she had
heard some grumbling, because he was never there when the boss wasn’t and all.
That way, he’d accrue good will from his co-workers, and Galadriel would get to
live out a fantasy and she and Katiba shared – Estelle probably didn’t, but
frankly, she was so mousey and subdued by her big lover that it truly didn’t
matter one bit for the older Small, who was already getting a little aroused.
“Oh, I’m sure she can do other
things incredibly well” grinned Galadriel, with a glint in her eyes Katiba
understood perfectly.
“Oh yes. Her little tongue is
incredible when it comes to pleasuring me” said the younger Small, with a but a
tinge of red on her cheeks.
“Katiba!” yelped Estelle, the first
time Galadriel heard her speak louder than a soft whisper – at least for Small
ears.
“It’s Mistress when I’m in the mood,
my little pet” chuckled her taller lover, even if the red on her cheeks was now
more evident.
Galadriel couldn’t help but chuckle.
She had to admit Estelle was absolutely charming with her mouth opening and
closing and her face red as a tomato. She looked at her straight in the eye and
then brought Katiba to her and started to fondle her huge rack. She was
well-endowed herself – more than that even, but she had to admit she was kind
of jealous of the former babysitter. Her jugs were even heavier than hers, and
they seemed to be able to defy gravity with even greater ease in spite of that!
Galadriel had no intention of actually
having an affair with Katiba, of course. It’d have broken her poor Tristant’s
heart! But she had heard the woes of her babysitter, who said that her Normal
lover was at time far too willful and independent, requiring of her more time
to decide if they’d truly get to live together of what, a situation Katiba had
deemed to be tantamount to torture. She had confessed to the older Grown that
she almost wanted to just kidnap Estelle, since it had basically been what she
had done to get with her anyway.
The silver-haired Small had
convinced otherwise. A relationship built on that much power-imbalance wouldn’t
work in the long term. Better to entice the mousey little thing to be more
honest with herself and admit that if she didn’t live with her far taller girlfriend,
she wouldn’t be able to know what she’d do, and with whom. After all, if they
both wanted someone else to spice things up, it was one thing; and quite
another to discover your far more powerful girlfriend had an affair and could
turn sour on you!
“Hey, what are you doing!” yelped
Estelle, who was extremely red for a moment before becoming extremely pale.
“Katiba… you…”
“What we are doing is having a good
time, little one” explained Galadriel with a confident tone, as her hands still
explored the mighty rack they were one, caressing it softly. “We Smalls can get
so lonely at times… we love company you know?”
“Yeah, we do” replied Katiba,
grinning now as she put her hands on the older woman’s hips and dragged her
forward a little. “You know how horny I can get at times, right love?” she
added, glancing at the smaller woman, who seemed unable to speak now.
The two Smalls realized that they
needed to push things a tad further. Galadriel’s pushed her motherly and taller
body into the smaller but firmer curves of Katiba, her hands leaving her
breasts to slowly descend toward her rear, as the other woman’s own did the
reverse, ascending her body to nest on her tits. She hadn’t ever wanted a Small
lover since she had been with Tristan, but in that moment, a part of her had to
admit that being with someone able to touch her like that was good. But not as
good as a Normal working fervently to please his lover – or her, in that case.
It was still a dangerous game, one
she wasn’t used to, at that. Galadriel had had several lovers over the years,
of course; most Smalls who were as sexy as she was had. And while Tristan had
more than quenched her thirst for love and sex, proving himself quite adept in
bed, she had to admit her wildest rodeos had been with other Smalls. It was
thus possible she’d get too stimulated and really start to want sex with Katiba
– and the younger woman was even more in danger of that. Of course, Estelle
could also be too shocked and dart away!
It seemed she was shocked indeed,
but she was frozen solid, unable to look away from either of the far taller
women. It wasn’t good thought Galadriel, but before she could do anything, the
little thing dashed toward Katiba’s tree trunk sized legs and clutched to one.
She didn’t say anything, but she nudged against it, her slim body utterly
dwarfed by the muscular pillars she was against. The two Smalls looked at each
other and grinned – everything was coming together now they could break up a
little and Estelle would gently follow her lover’s wished, clearly. But then
Katiba lost it a little.
She started to really let her hands
on Galadriel’s backside, her fingers now snaking their way into the hem of the
older woman’s jeans she had chosen to wear today. The white-haired woman gasped
and looked at the brunette, who looked both a little ashamed and extremely
aroused. She needed to put a stop to it right now, or things would spiral out
of her control real fast. But she felt so damn good doing that… perhaps she
could wait just a tad longer? Then she remembered Tristan and managed to gently
but firmly pushed back the other Small, who looked contrite after a moment.
“Sorry ma’am” she said, her cheeks
red in spite of her beautiful natural tan.
“No worry, I know it can be… hard
sometimes” chuckled Galadriel, but she did take another step back, just to be
safe. “Why don’t you show Estelle that you mean it when you say you want her
here? You can use the guest room if you want to.”
“Really? I… wow, yeah, I’d love
that, Ma’am!” blurted Katiba, who became even redder until she looked down at
her lover and grinned at the confused look the Normal now had on her face. “Are
you ready, love?”
“Ready for what?” gasped the little
woman as Katiba leant down and picked her up in her hands.
“Oh, you’ll see soon enough then.”
Galadriel shook her head as she
looked at them going to the guest room. To be young again, and so in love sex
was the only way to express it. She had known it, especially with her husband,
surprisingly. She hadn’t expected him to be so good with her pussy, for
instance. He had driven her mad with lust and pleasure when he did his magic
down there. The first time he had done that to her, she had realized she had
struck gold and nothing could have made her part ways with him – or so she
thought at the time, if he had only be skilled in the bedroom they’d probably
have broken up long ago.
“Oooh fuck yes!” she heard Katiba
screaming up there and she shook her head, amused – she had done the very same
thing so many times when she had been but just a bit younger; she wished them
the best, even as she started to finger herself, sitting on the couch and
closing her eyes – she’d jump on her husband when he’d get home.
* * *
Tristan was exhausted. Not only
dropping Dragos at school had been taxing – the little boy didn’t understood
why he had to be parted from his siblings and he cried a lot when his dad had
left him in the capable hands of the teachers. He had been assured he’d get
happy really fast, but he couldn’t help but doubt it. It was a good thing he
hadn’t had to drop Valeria and Arthur off. It’d probably have been harder to
drop them off if they wanted to cling to him, and perhaps he’d had gotten
really hard. It was surprising how strong they already were at barely three!
Then the day had been exhausting at
work. It seemed all their clients knew when his wife took a day off and called
precisely at that moment! Thankfully, when he had went to pick up his boy, he
had been rewarded by a scream and a lot of joy. He had taken the time to ask
the teachers how the day had been and he was happy to learn that Dragos had
made fast friends. It’d probably mean he’d be happier the next day when he’d
left him alone. Then, they had gotten home, with him listening to his son’s
strange explanations of his day at school.
There, they had met with Galadriel.
She looked somewhat… strange, in Tristan’s eyes, but he couldn’t really tell
why. A glint in her eyes perhaps. In any case, she had picked up the bigger
ones and the three kids started to laugh and recount their day in a way only little
children could do. The young man had to admit there was something incredibly
cute listening to them like that. He was truly starting to come around with the
fact he was a father of three three years old children. It had taken him time
but he’d part with them for nothing in this whole world now.
He had expected to relax a little,
but as soon as they had dropped the kid before the TV, so they could watch a
few of the shows they so enjoyed, Tristan found himself clutched by his wife’s
enormous hands as she briskly brought him to the nearby room – close enough
that they’d intervene quickly if something happened with the kids, far enough
for whatever she had in mind, and the Normal man suspected it had a lot to do
with him pleasuring her. Not that he minded, he realized, a little surprised
perhaps.
He also needed the relief, and so he
started kissing her fingers. Galadriel chuckled, surprised. It was rare that he
was so eager to please her like that when they weren’t in their room –
especially since they had had the kids. But right here and now, he needed it,
so he took it, as best he could. He expected to be put to work on her pussy,
but it seemed his wife had enough restrain to not start being pleasured down
there with the children in the next room, and instead revealed one of her pink
nipples.
“I really need it love” she just
said, in a whisper and he knew what he had to do.
He pressed his hands on the side of
her nipple and started massaging it. It was one of his secrets, the way he
managed to please someone so much more massive than he was. He never just used
his hands or his mouth or even his feet. No, he made use of his whole body, to
make sure she’d be stimulated properly. Galadriel’s nipple were sensitive, so
it helped, but he knew he couldn’t just rely on his tongue and some nibbling at
the top. He needed to massage pleasure out of her at the same time for it to
work.
“Oh yeah” she sighed. “I hope the
kids will be calm, because I want you to pleasure me like that for a long, long
time today…” she whispered, as she caressed his back.
Chapter 6
Tristan fidgeted in his seat. He
would have liked to not be here today. Sadly, Galadriel would never be able to
fit into a Normal sized room, in a Normal sized building, serving as a
kindergarten for Normal sized kids. That was why he found himself seating in
his chair, waiting for the dreaded three-monthly encounter with the staff, to
make sure everything was okay. Usually, it was a bad time because Dragos seemed
to have a lot of difficulties understanding the reactions of his peers.
He was by no means violent or
anything on purpose, but he was taller than most children his age – just like
he had been remembered Tristan, and it came with a whole army of problems. It
meant he played rougher than most because he was stronger and it made him
somewhat feared, something he didn’t liked much, as he had told him once,
pouting. And the fact that his siblings were Smalls didn’t help in that matter:
what was almost not registered by tem when they played together (but supervised)
was too much for most Normals his age.
He was a gentle kid, but it seemed
to Tristant that his smallest – normalish?- son would always have problems
fitting among his fellow Normals. It made him nervous and worried, reopening
old wounds from his past. He had been too tall for most girls his age, always,
and his little boy seemed to be a tad taller that he himself had been, which
unnerved him. He closed his eyes and leant backward, trying to focus on
something else than the kid, for a few minutes – and his wife’s opulent bosom
sprang in his mind.
“Mister Briar?” called a voice,
startling him.
“Yes, I’m here!” he replied as he
almost jumped up.
As he did so, he towered over the
fifty-something woman who was basically the head honcho of this kindergarten. She
seemed a little startled, once again and he did his best to not wince. Even
after several years, she didn’t seem to really be able to countenance his size.
It was truly something puzzling for foreigners, who seemed to have a hard time
understanding how casual Gigantopians could be around Growns but nervous over
taller than average Normals – but it was precisely the fact that they lived in
the shadows of behemoths that any deviation from the norm unnerved them.
He blinked and tried to ignore his
misgivings – he had a slight distaste of those Normals who reacted as if he was
a freak because he was taller. That or, as he had discovered during his
teenager years, he was plain old “ugly” for girls who sought out smaller and
less muscular mates, for fear of taller ones carrying too much of a Grown’s DNA
or something equally dumb. Nobody had ever proved that a woman could be hurt by
giving birth to a Grown taller than she was but it was a common fear among
Normals at least.
“Mister Briar, I’m really thankful
that you could come again – even if I think Dragos’ mother would need to hear
what I have to say, since both your participation will be required.”
“I’m sorry, what?” asked Tristan as
he had barely entered the principal’s office and she was already going on and
on, nervously.
“Hum, well, it’s a tradition that
when our kids leave the kindergarten to go to Middle-School that the families
all share an evening at the end of the school year – which is in two months as
you probably know.
“Uh, yes but… as I’ve told you when
we enrolled Dragos here, my wife is a Small and…”
“Wait, a Small or small?” she asked,
her brow furrowing and her face losing some colors.
“A Small. But why…”
Dragos stopped talking as he saw the
woman go out of her chair as if she had spring for legs and rushed for a nearby
closet, filled to the brim with files and other papers. It seemed she knew her
way around it just as well as he now did his wife’s office at work, because in
less than a second, she had fished one, looked at it and just as Tristan
expected her to grumble or fumble or even just apologize she let out one of the
foulest collection of words he had ever heard.
“Is everything okay?” he asked her
tentatively.
“Well… yes and no” sighed the
principal, sitting back at her chair and handing him the file. “As you can see,
that paper wasn’t filled properly and we didn’t pay it attention at the time –
and it can come and bite you – and us – in the ass now. Forgive my crude
language.”
Tristan tried to see where the
problem was, but he couldn’t really tell. Until the older Normal showed him,
that is. When he noticed, he was the one swearing loudly and bleaching. The
rest of the meet up was largely uneventful and he was glad to learn that Dragos
was displaying a better understanding of his own strength and how to behave
around Normals his age, but his mind was too preoccupied by what he’d say to
his wife when he’d got home.
* * *
“Do you think you could have someone
taking care of Valeria and Arthur the 22th of June?” he directly asked her when
he got home to a loving wife cooking dinner while keeping an eye on their three
children. “Perhaps your mother?”
“She’d adore that, but you know she
can be a little… rough with Dragos” replied Galadriel, focused on her cooking
more than anything.
She looked stunning, now more than
ever. The years had been kinder to her than to him, at least Tristan felt that
way. Her pregnancy had been followed by some gain in pounds – or tons, really –
but almost all of those had went to her ass and her breasts, transforming her
already curvy figure into one of raw sexuality. Even the relaxed clothes she
wore at home did precious little to hide how sexy she was. And it wasn’t just
fat, she was exercising a lot since a few months and it showed.
“That’s the thing, Dragos wouldn’t
stay with her” her said finally, wincing as the beautiful motion of her cheeks
dancing as she cocked came to an abrupt halt. “I’ll be needed at his school.
And so will you.”
“What?”
A single word, but Tristan winced
nonetheless. He looked up and up, as his wife turned on her heels. Her face was
cold and expressionless but he could already see anger in her eyes. He almost
wanted to let his eyes wander on her impressive bosom but he knew better than
to delay by giving in to temptation. The sooner he’d tell the truth, the better
it’d be. It wasn’t easy to do that however and he hoped she wouldn’t get to
angry at him for what could only be his mistake.
“I had a meeting with the principal
of the kindergarten this evening.”
“I know” she said, squinting. “What
does it has to do with me?”
“Well, it turns out that I… I made a
mistake filing the inscription paper, all those years ago. You see, I was
certain I had indicated you were a Small but it turned out I mistakenly crossed
the Normal one for you too…”
“So what?” she asked, sounding
perhaps a tad worried now.
“Well, the school organize an event
at the end of the last year and… well, they refuse to put in a good word for
children whose parents haven’t shown a… sufficient dedication to their school
years because they say they’ll, uh, fail later anyway.”
There was a loud snap followed by an
equally loud sound when half of the wooden spoon Galadriel had been using fell to
the ground. That thing was larger than Tristan’s torso, and his wife had broken
it without even thinking, just because she was getting angry. Usually he loved
her displays of strength and power. When she lifted him as if he weighed
nothing to nestle him between her mounds, it was truly a sexually charged
display. But right now, she was livid with anger.
“Are they telling me I’m not
dedicated to my son’s future? The little bitch… I should –”
“Mom! Is everything alright?”
suddenly asked Valeria, barging in, looking rather serious for a twelve or so
meters 7 years old already.
“Yes, everything’s fine sweetie”
said Tristan, attracting his daughter’s attention, and earning a huge smile as
a reward.
“Daddy!” she screamed as she rushed
toward him, lifted him from the ground and hugged him – perhaps a little too
tightly. “Can I show you what I did today?”
“Wait a minute young girl” said her
mother, but Tristan could hear that her anger was dissipating as fast as it had
appeared. “Your Daddy was telling me something important. You’ll be able to
show him what you did in a few, okay?”
“But…”
“No but Valeria. He’ll be with you
kids in a moment, I swear. And now” she continued once her daughter had dropped
him on the ground and left the room. “What do the little idiots want out of
me?”
“They want to you to spend an
evening with all the parents basically. They have an open space for kids to
play with and all, so they said you could probably stay there and all”
explained Tristan. “I think it’d be enough – at least the principal told me
it’d be enough.”
Galadriel groaned but Tristan knew
it was already a closed deal. She wouldn’t put their son’s future in danger
just because the idea of standing like a huge attraction in an open space while
most parents may have been inside – for fear of her more than anything else –
was unappealing to her. Still, her husband knew better than to think he’d get
out of it scot free. And indeed, when she crouched to pick up the broken wooden
spoon, she also lifted him effortlessly to the counter.
“So, I hope you know you need to be
punished for your mistake?”
“Need is not the word I’d have used”
he replied, half-smiling – he could tell she was more playful than really angry
now.
“Oh yes is the right word” she
corrected him with a grin. “You’ll force me to get in the open surrounded by
Normals who will be gawking at me when my figure hasn’t recovered from my
pregnancy all those years ago. I’ll be offered to their perverted eyes!”
“Well, you’d certainly give a heart
attack to most of those women” he laughed. “Most of them seems to believe I am
single you know?”
“Humpf, I’m sure you did nothing to
dispel that misconception, so you doubly deserve your punishment” she grumbled,
amused in spite of herself.
Tristan had no time to consider what
it’d be. She simply moved her torso a little, let her zeppelin-like tits smash
into him and push him on his back, feeling a little sore already. And then, she
comfortably nestled one of her tit on him. It was a good thing it was so large,
in the end, because most of its weight wasn’t put on him but the counter. And
he knew she was in an uncomfortable position anyway so he didn’t risk too much.
But still, tons of flesh pressing on you had a terrifying quality that even
experience couldn’t dull.
He knew his wife was in truth
extremely careful with that. When they had started dating, she had been less
and he had ended with a broken leg and several fractured ribs. She had been
horrified and she had wanted to break up their relationship. It had taken a lot
of effort from him to convince her that it was okay and that he had expected
that sort of things to happen from time to time. As long as she wasn’t
maliciously hurting him, Tristan was okay with the risk of getting badly
injured.
At this point of their relationship
he knew his punishment wouldn’t last for much longer. Breathing was getting
hard and he felt his joints groaning as he tried to move – if he remained still
she usually remained on top of him for a while longer. And it felt better to
struggle anyway, if only because it could produce some great moans out of her
from time to time, when he grazed a sensitive location on that large mound of
flesh. And indeed, as it became really hard to breathe, he was released.
“Tsk tsk, you look so disheveled…
the kids will wonder what has happened!” she grinned at him.
“Whose fault is that?” he chuckled.
“Yours for making such a ridiculous
mistake in the first place years ago.”
He lifted his hands, conceding
defeat. It was only the signal of more kinkiness to come that evening he
suspected.
Author's Notes:
Two more chapters to go after this one !
Chapter 7
She was doing her best to ignore all
the side glances and even the few morons gawking at her, but it was easier said
than done for Galadriel. She was glad her husband had talked her out of wearing
a skirt, or even a dress. She did suspect that more than a few of them would
have tried to sneak a peek at her panty otherwise. And as Tristan had
eloquently put it, a dress would be easy to sneak into undetected and she’d be
blamed if she ever ended trampling unknowingly a pervert…
Knowing all of this did precious
little to make the whole ordeal easier to deal with. Kids and parents gave her
a wide berth but even then, she towered over the school’s building! And of
course, even in the open space where kids used to play, she was kind of stuck
in one place, as moving would mean forcing the throng of parents around to
gather their brats and move them out of the way. Even shifting her weight
around earned her more than a few worried looks from the gnats…
“… and as you know, we pride
ourselves in the importance of a well chosen future for the kids in our fine
establishment…” droned the principal or whatever was her title, since Galadriel
couldn’t be bothered to remember it.
She slapped in her hands on cues
when the rest of the crowd did and she managed to hide both her boredom and
disdain from an academic body which had to have two parents gathered with their
kids during a whole evening before they even agreed to try and help the
children get to a good Middle School. It seemed pathetic in her eyes and she’d
have loved to have a word with whoever had designed this scheme. But sadly, she
doubted that even of her feet would have fit into the office of the woman in
charge of the school, let alone the rest of her body.
She was happy her husband was here,
with Dragos of course. Her boy seemed awfully quiet and she wondered how
Tristan managed to keep his that cool. Perhaps he had spiked her lunch with
something to keep him subdued? He wasn’t the most demonstrative kid at home but
she had expected him to not be able to stay still for however how long the
discourse of the day was supposed to last. Then again, even the other kids
seemed cowed, perhaps because of her presence, realized Galadriel.
She blushed, feeling surprisingly
embarrassed by that idea. It was one of the reasons which made it hard for her
to deal with peoples not of her size – she never fit. Among Smalls she was
tall, but it didn’t really pose a problem of course. But with Normals she
looked ginormous, and among Giants she was but a midget… and Titans and
Gigantics were simply so much out of her league that she tried her best to
avoid them as much as possible – even if Tristan had once slyly reminded her
that the size difference between here and a Titan was slightly smaller than
between her and him.
As it was, Galadriel felt as if
every second of every minute was an hour unto itself. It was absolutely
infuriating and she would have down something already, perhaps simply leaving
the space by walking over the two stories high buildings, if it hadn’t
endangered her smallest baby’s chances to get into a great school. She had to
put up a brave show now, because it’d already be hard enough for him to find a
fulfilling job later on, what with most managerial position being held by
Smalls like his mom and all.
She allowed her mind to drift away
from this tedious ceremony where pocket-doll sized peoples talked and talked
and talked. She started to fantasize about what she could have done to this
place if she truly had the fantasy of being mean. She’d have started to remove
the roofs, of course. It would prevent the Normals from scampering inside to
hide. Then she’d probably have picked one or two of the men who leered at her
too openly and she’d send them flying over the block.
It was an old habit she hadn’t
indulged since forever. When she had been younger, a kid really, long before
she met her beloved Tristan, she had fantasized like that a great deal of time.
She even had, as a child, indulged into her fantasies when she went to Western
Gigantopia to enjoy the beach and all. There weren’t that many peoples over
there, especially Normals and they made for the perfect outlets of frustration
for Small children who needed to feel powerful a little.
It was hard to not abuse one’s
superior body of course, when dealing with the petite beings but she had grown
accustomed to limit it to some kinky time with her husband. But the
high-pitched, droning voice of the dean or whatever was really starting to
grate on her nerves and Galadriel wondered if anyone would even notice if she
stepped on the woman. They were all probably in a spell right now, sleeping as
they stood and not at all able to realize what was happening around them…
“And that is why I am really
thankful for you all to have come here, for some informal discussion with the
professors and I, and…”
Not snorting or rolling her eyes
required an awful lot of willpower as she heard the sheer absurdity coming out
of the old woman’s mouth. They all had been standing here for at least half an
hour, if not even more! But it did seem it was the end of her discourse, which
would mean time to get out of here as soon as possible. Galadriel expected that
her torture would end in a few minute and she allowed herself a faint smile.
Her evening wouldn’t be entirely wasted, after all.
“This is why, for the next few
hours, I highly encourage you to bond as parents. It’ll be extremely important
for your children’s future, believe me.”
That the Small mother didn’t turn
the dean into a gory paste under her foot was, in her mind, an absolute
testament of her restrain and self control. She’d tell as much to her husband
as soon as they’d get home, but right now all she could do was look up, away
from the little peoples who started to cautiously move around, meeting up and
forming little groups here and there. With a side glance, she noticed several
omen approaching her husband, who remained relatively close to her ankles.
One of them, who seemed to be a
single mother attracted her attention. She wore clothes which were clearly
tailor made… but mostly to enhance her curvaceous body. Galadriel realized with
some stupor that proportionally speaking, they were probably really close when
it came to their respective physiques… but the skank was obviously trying to
hit on her man! Her blood boiled but she managed to keep her head cool. She
wasn’t a child anymore, she knew how to confront that bitch who was almost
trying to shove her bazoongas beneath her man’s nose.
“Tristan, honey, can’t you present
me to your friends?” she asked her husband as she crouched, which emphasized
her size of course, as her rear grazed a nearby building.
“Oh, uh… yeah of course honey” he
balberred, surprised by her intervention – she couldn’t blame him since she had
told him before that she’d remain largely aloof and silent, if not addressed
directly by the school’s team. “That’s Mr. and Mrs. Martin, Mr. and Mrs.
Jacobsson, Mr. and Mrs. N’guyen and Mrs. Porchet.”
“Please, call me Samantha” laughed
the last one, the bitch.
The gall of her! Not seething openly
took a lot on her but Galadriel wouldn’t give that Samantha the pride to be
able to boast about how she had made a Small angry. Still, it wasn’t an easy
feat, as blood rushed to his ears and she couldn’t hear anything for a time. It
was the laugh of the children, including the unmistakable hyena-like laugher of
her very own Dragos which managed to bring her back to the situation at hand.
Clearly unable to feel the tension in the air, the little ones were amusing
themselves, as best they could, jumping and screaming and laughing.
They were adorable, she had to
admit… but Galadriel also felt a pang of fear. Her husband was fragile but she
had come to know how to behave around him, even in sexual ways, to avoid any
harm. Her second son was even smaller and weaker! Seeing him running around, as
kids from all over seemed to flock together, sometimes even daringly
approaching her, turning around almost at the last moment as they laughed and
cried made her shiver a little. What if her baby fell and got hurt?
To her own bewilderment, it was
surprisingly entrancing to look at the mini-beings acting so childish. She felt
a warm smile tug at the side of her mouth and a small hand resting on her
exposed skin near her ankle – Tristan’s. It was good to see her baby
interacting with people his own size – even if he was already slightly taller
than the rest of them. His father was tall for his kind, she had to admit it
now that she saw many Normals around her and had the time to really look at
them.
Of course, looking at her husband
brought her attention back on the woman, with her big breasts, who was really
too close for her taste. And while it was always somewhat difficult to truly
see the face of Normals compared people her size – the correct height in her
mind of course – she was absolutely 100% certain she looked at her man with
more than a little predatory intent. If she wasn’t careful, the little bitch
would try to corner her husband into a dark place for some cardio!
“Hum… honey?” asked Tristan as her
fingers coiled over him, erecting a real barrier between her and everyone else.
“Sorry, you know it’s not always
easy spotting you with our size difference my love” she told him truthfully –
she wasn’t lying, he was so small that he could disappear from her sight with
far too much ease. “I don’t want anything to happen to you by being careless.
Better safe than sorry right?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so” admitted her
husband.
“Really? You’ve always seemed quite
capable to me Tristan” laughed the bitch with a warm throaty laugh.
The two of them seemed to know each
other really well and if anyone had noticed the malevolent glare that Galadriel
gave just then, she’d may have been in trouble because the little fucks would
have scampered around screaming, she’d have bet on it. Two things prevented
such a pathetic reaction. One, she looked at the sky, so nobody saw her. Two,
her husband didn’t even tense or anything, which indicated that he wasn’t
worried one bit – or that he didn’t even notice the woman’s attempt at
flirting.
Surprisingly enough, the rest of the
evening was largely uneventful as the discussions from that point onward
drifted to the kids, and every parent gloated about his or her own offspring.
Of course, Galadriel indulged them, knowing that her baby was by far the best
of them all. Said baby managed to spend a great evening and she realized she
had never seen him as happy as he was now, playing with peoples her size. Until
now she had refrained from having his birthdays at home for fear of an accident
but perhaps she ought to relax on that front?
“That was great, in the end wasn’t
it?” asked Tristan as he sat in the palm of her hand, cradling their little
baby who was so exhausted that he was already sleeping in his father’s arms.
“Please. It was boring as hell most
of the time, and I hadn’t a hunk trying to woo me around in spite of your
presence, unlike you and your friend Samantha” she grumbled, looking in his
direction as she walked them all home.
“Wait, you don’t mean to tell me…
Samantha? No way! She can be a little too tactile yeah, but come on honey!”
“Tristan. I swear sometimes I worry
you’re blind” chuckled the Small woman. “The only way she’d have been more
obvious would have been to kiss you, or grope you someplace. Just so you know,
both of those will arrive as soon as we get home.”
Tristan gasped and blabbered but in
the end he said nothing. A mischievous smile on her face, Galadriel increased
her pace. She had a lot of pent up frustrations to deal with, and she knew just
how to get a relief.
Chapter 8
“Mooooooooooom!” screamed Valeria. “Arthur is
stealing my toys!”
“That’s not true!” came the yelling reply of
the second son of the family.
Galadriel sighed. Her husband was out of town
with Dragos, went to visit his family. She hated them so she didn’t want to see
them – plus they had nothing to accommodate a Small mother, let alone her two
bigger children. She had had to take a leave, because she wanted to take care
of her growing babies when they were still little enough that she could pick
both of them at the same time. It wouldn’t last much longer, sadly.
“I’m coming!” she called back.
At almost eight years old, the two Smalls of
the trio were turning into pure terror, or so she had heard. Valeria was
particularly tall, at almost fourteen meters, but her little brother wasn’t that
far behind with his eleven and a half in height, which gave him a whole head
over kids his age. And apparently they had no qualm being quarrelsome, a trait
of character Galadriel actually fostered in her children, of course. Smalls
were at the bottom of the ladder in term of size and positions in Gigantopia –
Normals weren’t even near the ladder, of course – and anything which could give
her babies an edge in there was great in her eyes.
“Okay, what’s happening!?” she bellowed when
she entered the room where her children were “playing”.
The two siblings seemed ready to fight each
other, something she had always forbidden them to do. Valeria was using her
superior size to push her brother away from a toy which may or may not have
been a teddy bear once, long ago, but had been torn apart and knitted in place
by the patient work of her husband – something he seemed to posses in droves
and had earned the eternal respect of his humongous babies. But as for the
situation at hands, it was clear that Arthur considered that the toy – whatever
it may have been – was his for now, considering how powerfully he struggled to
get it.
“Valeria. The last time I saw you near it was
almost six months ago” sighed Galadriel. “Your Brother played with it
yesterday!”
“It doesn’t mean it’s his!” haughtily replied
the kid. “He could play with Dragos’ toys anyway, they’d fit his size better!”
“You’re the one who always want what Dragos
has!” shouted Arthur, his shrill voice piercing Galadriel’s ears.
“Enough!” she roared, stopping her children’s
antics. “If you can’t learn to heave with your sibling, how can you hope to
foster help in the future? You have to be ready! You’re growing, my babies!”
Perhaps she was a tad too harsh on them – but
she had grown her business by being sharp and ruthless when she needed it to
and she expected her children to pick her pace someday – well, her Small
children, Dragos was too tender and fragile for this sort of thing of course,
and she wanted to shield him from the stress of such a life. Plus she didn’t
want some Small ogling him – or worse! She knew the libido of her kind, after
all, and her baby boys would probably grow up to be quite the beauty!
“But Mom!” complained the twins in unison,
making her chuckle a little.
“No but moms, children, you should have thought
about it before. By the way, I heard that you made new friends at school?” she
added, driving the conversation toward a subject she hoped would take the toy
out of their mind.
“Yes! She’s a little bit taller than me…”
started Victoria, but her brother cut her off rudely.
“Liar! She’s a lot taller than you! Idiot!”
“No she’s not!” yelped Victoria, who tried to
tackle her brother down, angered by the very annoying voice he had used, which
made Galadriel sigh.
“I doubt a Small can be a lot taller than your
sister, sweetie” she gently said to her beautiful boy.
“She’s a Giant!” stated Arthur, to his mother’s
sudden horror.
“But Laure’s super gentle!” hastily added
Victoria, who seemed to better gauge her mother’s emotion, as always.
“I’m sure she is” she replied, doing her best
to hide her worries.
When she had been a kid, she hated Giants – in
truth she probably still did, a little. They were arrogant know it alls who
never cared about the intricacies of the infrastructures and administrations of
Gigantopia. They expected grand policies and all to be put in place but lacked
the finesse to focus on the many tasks needed to make those work. If there was
even a need for Small like her nor her work, if Giants had been a tenth as
efficient as their arrogance led them to believe they were.
Young adulthood had not helped here change her
vision much. She had been with a Giant boyfriend, something she never talked
about, certainly not with her beloved Tristan. He already suffered from
feelings of inadequacies, even after all this years together. Knowing that she
had broke up a relationship with such a colossus because he filled her too much
to the point that it was just painful, would be salting the wound of her
husband’s pride, and she didn’t want to do that for the world!
“Really Mommy, she is!” insisted Valeria,
bringing her mother back to the present. “She doesn’t like when other Giant
kids pick up on Smalls and she even says that Normals are good people too!”
“Well, they are” stated Galadriel, who had
learnt over the year how wrong most Smalls were about their smallest brethren.
Sure, Normals could fit comfortably between the
perky breasts of the tiniest Small woman – if she had breasts to show off, of
course! Not all were as endowed as Galadriel herself was. And Normals also made
good sex toys, when she had been a teenager, exploring her sexuality, it had
been quite something! Shoving an arrogant jackass no taller than her fingers
inside her cunt while she smoked enough weed equal to a whole town’s monthly
consumption bill was quite something – sometimes she even missed so wild years
of her.
But her husband had taught her better. There
was something strangely erotic at – sometimes – submitting to the touch of
someone small enough to walk on you. She loved it now, the feeling of vastness
but also of gentleness she experienced when her Tristan climbed on of her large
orbs and played with a nipple as large as his torso. If not more, now, after
the pregnancy, since both her breasts had swelled massively and the two Smalls
babies hadn’t helped reduce them in size. There was something absolutely
entrancing in those moments, when she could gaze at her naked husband.
If she was honest with herself, she almost
wanted another child with him, hopefully another Small, just to enjoy the
otherworldly sensation on someone in her belly and someone above it. But it
would have been irresponsible. She already had her hands full with the two
little demons before her right now, who seemed to take her silence as a good
reason to try and climb her or force her to play with them since she had so
clearly dared to prevent them from going into an all-out brawl and couldn’t
even be arsed to listen to them explaining why Laure was great.
“Mom!” yelped Arthur, surprising both his
mother and sister with how imperious his voice as suddenly. “Can we invite
Laure to come here next week-end? You’d see she’s great!”
“Arthur’s in love!” laughed Valeria, who seemed
to find it delightful – what a tease it was to irate her brother with!
“No I’m not!” yelped the smaller Small, his
voice shrill suddenly and his face blushing at an alarmingly rate, betraying
him.
Galadriel shook her head but smiled. She had
been young. She also had had childhood crushes. She sometimes even saw them
again, and a part of her couldn’t help but wonder about what ifs and crazy
hypothesis. What could have been, if she had been sent more often to their
houses as a kid? What if she had been more honest with her innocent feelings
back then? But, as usual, she reminded herself that it’d mean a different life
than the one she had, and that one she liked a lot!
“Of course sweetie” she replied, smiling at her
son. “We can have your big girlfriend over!”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
* * *
Tristan sighed. He missed his wife. Coming home
to his parents was great, and it was also a good thing that Dragos saw another
world than the gleaming Gigantopia. Here, in the westernmost corners of the
country, there were almost no Smalls, and citizens above that class were simply
unheard off. It offered much needed respite for Normals, who could walk on the
pavement without being worried about incoming feet to crush them if they
weren’t extra-careful. It was something his wife had a hard time understanding,
in spite of only being a Small.
He sighed once more. Thinking about Galadriel
did very little to appease his arousal. In fact, he felt that it made it worse.
He was still handsome, according to his parents and he noticed the way some
women around here looked at him. A few of them would even had curves able to
compete with his wife’s… if they had been Smalls or her Normal. But they were
far smaller than him and he felt – with a little stupor he had to be honest- an
absence of interest in them, at all.
He wanted to get back to his wife, to her
massive breasts where he could be lost into, pressed into them with her
irresistible force, ground by their sheer mass. Each one of those glorious
hills weighed far more than the car his parent owned, and it was a big thing,
meant for a family of six which had moved all over the country – but only he
had dared to go to the heart of Gigantopia, which had put quite the strain on
his relationship with them – not that they had been the greatest before, but
now they wanted to see their grandson; their Normal grandson, almost forgetting
the other two.
Thinking about Dragos brought Tristan’s mind
out of the longing desire for his wife’s bountiful body, sweet scent and
powerful voice. His boy wasn’t too happy here, he could tell it. He missed the
technology of their home and his siblings. Not that his cousins weren’t
sympathetic, but they made for poor climbable objects, a habit he had quickly
caught when he played with his sister and brother, under the scrutiny of his
parents of course. But for now he seemed rather content to just play with toys
his own dad had toyed with as it his age.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little
longer?” asked his own dad, his gruff, older voice sounding a little
embarrassed. “I mean, you work for your wife, surely she’d be comprehensive and
give you more breaks?”
“You don’t know her very much if you think
that” chuckled Tristan, as he finished packed his clothes and prepared to do
the same for Dragos’. “She expects me to be treated just like any other
employee, really.”
Except when it’s time to release the pressure
in her office, he thought. At least he hoped she didn’t do that with anyone
else when he wasn’t here. It seemed doubtful, considering that all her other
employees were women, but one never knew with Galadriel. She had been quite the
wild woman to try and seduce, after all. He remembered their early years
together, when he persistently tried to hint at how attractive he found her,
and how at first she hadn’t even noticed him. That she had finally seen him for
what he was worth was still quite the miracle in his eyes.
“Be careful on the way back then” grumbled
Tristan’s dad. “And call us when you arrive.”
“Don’t worry dad. I’ll do both. And really, I’m
sure it’ll be a calm return by bullet train followed by some much needed rest
at home!”
* * *
The day had been horribly long but now
Galadriel stood inside the station, not caring one bit if she bothered the
throngs of Normals who had to navigate around her massive, stiletto-clad feet,
nor the way said stilettos made her look menacing to them. She was horny.
Hornier than she had been in years, in fact, and it was starting to become difficult
to hide it. Tonight she’d get her husband and she fully intended to remind him
of how wild it had all been when he had managed to impregnate her the first
time. He had mellowed significantly; even returning to see his parents after
all, she was thus certain she’d be able to convince him that they could afford
a new child.
And at the very least, well, she’d get some
seriously savage sex tonight. Galadriel bit her lips and looked at the
announcement of the bullet train. Holding out until the end of the day would be
a terrible struggle… Her bra seemed to struggle her growing curves, as if her
body wanted to be even more massive to great back her man. She’d probably shove
Tristan between them on the way home, if she wasn’t careful with how she felt.
It had to be avoided, it’d make her look bad.
“Come on, arrive already” she grumbled, as if
she could will the clock to tick faster.
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the delay ! I was planned to be released three weeks ago, but I couldn't get to my computer before my vacations. Here is the final chapter !
Chapter 9
“So, let me get this clear. You want to get a
Giantess in our home, which isn’t suited for their size. Are you alright,
honey?” asked Tristan, somewhat amused, as soon as he was able to catch his
breath a little.
Galadriel grunted and simply shoved him, once
more, feet first into her hungry pussy. It had been years since Tristan had
seen his wife as horny as she was tonight, and he couldn’t help but admit it
drove him a little wild. He loved the power she had over him; it had always
been a crucial part of their relationship. Their size difference meant it would
have been ludicrous to try anything else anyway. When one was less than a tenth
of their lover’s height and far less in weight, it was better to know one’s
place.
Still, he had to admit she was particularly
rough tonight, just like she had been when they had been younger and that
passion had driven them to discover what they could truly do under the sheets –
or more often on them, as Galadriel loved to be in total control and even the
minuscule resistance of the sheets was too much for her, most of the time. It
was only when she wanted to be explored that he had to do so in utter darkness.
Today was no exception, and her immense body,
now covered in a thin layer of sweat, was exposed for him to see in all its
glory when she used him as the toy he was. He loved it today as much as he did
when they had started. There was something absolutely arousing for him, knowing
that he had to compete with her sextoys, to prove he was better than those.
Perhaps it was a ridiculous bout of male ego, but since he couldn’t hope to
satisfy her in a way a Small would have, he took pride in being the best at the
way a Normal could.
Still, today she was particularly domineering.
Usually, she granted him moments of respite, letting him rest a little on her
prodigious rack or her perfectly toned belly. But today, she used him, again
and again. She had pressed him between her enormous tits, his entire body
sealed into their mighty embrace to the point his joints had started to feel
painful – a little bit more pressure and he suspected his bones would have
broken. And when she had released him, it had been to use his face as a
stimulator for her clit while her other hand drove its fingers deep inside of
her.
It had only been at first, of course. He had
expected to be plunged into her quite quickly, and used mercilessly, as she
used to when they had started their relationship. Instead she had dropped him
on the bed and then put one of her massive feet over him, pressing him gently
but firmly in the mattress, his head firmly wedged between her big and second
toes. He hadn’t needed to hear her command to start lick, moving his hips and
rubbing himself against her sole, as she moaned and grunted, shivering in
pleasure.
She hadn’t done it often, and at first it had
been off-putting for Tristan. Licking her feet like that? It truly made clear
who was the lead in their relationship, sure, but at first he had feared it
also meant that they weren’t really in a relationship to begin with. That he
was just a way to pass time before some huge Small stud would come and bang her
up, while she’d pressed her foot on him, possibly hard enough to turn him into
a red smear on the ground or wherever she had pinned him down.
“I love your little tongue” she had growled
that evening, just as she had done, all those years ago when she had done that
for the first time. “It’s so soft and gentle, just like you.”
He didn’t answer, focusing on his task – he
didn’t need to and anyway, it would have been hard to. Even if her foot simply
stood there, without pushing into him, it was heavy enough that breathing and
licking at the same time was an ordeal, speaking up an impossibility. Still, he
had ways of letting her know he loved what she was saying, and he gently
nibbled at the inside of big toe, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure.
Then, she had came, with a thunderous roar – it
was a good thing that they had sound-proofed their room, since their children
would have been jolted awake by such a powerful scream. Even shielded as he was
by her body, Tristan’s ears ringed and he winced in pain – Galadriel hadn’t
ever truly been able to understand how painful it was for him when she let her
voice ring so powerfully.
When her orgasm was over, he realized he had
also achieved his own, on her sole. He panted and waited for her to remove her
foot and pick him up. And then he had rested on her left breast, doing his best
to get some breath back to talk to her about what she had said to him before
they had started their lovemaking session. But it seemed that she wasn’t ready
to speak just yet – since she had picked him up again. Still, he went inside
her feet first, which mean she was ready to listen a bit, he suspected.
As always, the sensations of being trapped
inside of her overwhelmed him, and he got hard in a matter of seconds. As she
gyrated her hips, he felt as if he was in a coffin at sea during a storm. Her
vaginal muscles clamped on him, and they were far too powerful for him to hope
to push free. The safest course of action was to let Galadriel uses him as she
saw fit, and get out of it with but a few bruises, if he was unlucky or she was
particularly rough.
But sometimes Tristan loved to add something of
his own to his wife’s pleasuring. In this case, it meant struggling and
wiggling to try and rub her more sensitive areas. And he had gotten quite
skilled at that game. It was exhausting of course, and he had to take into
account the way Galadriel moved him with her fingers, plunging him in and out
of her, but it was rewarding. Her voice, usually quite deep, flew toward the
higher octaves as he did his magic on her.
Her grip tightened and he winced, worried that
she’d break something, possibly both of his arms, considering how they were
pinned against his torso with her powerful digits, larger than his legs. But
she knew how to held him without hurting him – it was truly marvelous how
careful a Small could be, even in the throes of pleasure – and in this case, he
suspected his wife was also trying to relieve some stress.
He didn’t try to deny her that, in fact he
moved in the way he knew would be best pleasing her. And she accommodated him,
as she always did. In what in those moments, when she started to follow his
rhythm, that he knew they were partners, equals in spite of any outward
appearance. And since he aimed to always please her, in all he did, he managed
to bring her to a second, far more powerful orgasm, in a matter of seconds.
Which left him almost drowned by her fluids.
“So… ready to talk, now?” he finally gasped,
when she released him, his whole body covered in her sticky release.
“Yes… give me a minute…” she gasped. “I really…
needed that.”
“I can say” he laughed. “So did I, to be
honest.”
The two of them remained motionless for a
moment. Surprisingly enough, being tightly embraced by her vaginal muscles was
very comfortable, once she wasn’t trying to push him in and out. He could rest
his arms on the outer lips of her pussy and if he had had the energy, he could
even have turned around to try and look over her bush toward the mighty mounds
on his wife’s torso. Of course, it’d have reignited her lusty fire, so he
didn’t try that. Yet.
“I don’t like Giants” she finally said, her
voice steadier.
“You never hid that fact, honey” he replied,
confused as to why she was telling him something that obvious.
It was the truth, plain and simple. Galadriel
never even so much as looked at shows with Giants in them. She never took cases
from Giants, Titans or, God forbid, Gigantics. Her husband had quickly realized
a fact which never ceased to amuse him: she was jealous of them. She was
absolutely massive, towering so much over the Normals in her life… and she was
barely half the size of a Giant. And the bigger ones made her feel even
smaller, of course; but it was Giants she disliked the most.
“I have good reasons to not like them” she said
after a moment, as if she was trying to defend her position. “They are loud,
huge and they always believe that they are better than those smaller than
themselves!”
“I do wonder who else things like that.”
Tristan’s mocking laugh was cut short when his
wife constricted her muscles, making him wheeze. Still, he remained amused by
it all. It was typical of a Small, even his Galadriel, to be like that, unable
to understand that what she hated in others was a behavior she all too often
displayed herself. He still loved her nonetheless, even when she refused to see
things as they were regarding her character.
“Anyway!” she barked, but he could hear her
amusement. “It seems Valeria and Arthur have become friends with a young
Giantess at their school. And Arthur may even have a crush on her, according to
his sister.”
“And what’s the name of the hopeful fiancée?”
chuckled Tristan.
His wife groaned and fished him out of her
instead of answering, a clear sign that she wanted to have a clear mind, no
sexual stimulations and no will to speak that name just yet. Tristan chuckled
as he was lifted up and up, while Galadriel got up and walked toward their
bathroom. He wondered if she’d have the patience for a bath or if he’d have to
be extra-careful in a shared shower.
It seemed it’d be the second option as she
ignored the bathtub to walk briskly in the shower, closing the glass door
behind her. Tristan winced a little – he liked more showers than baths when he
was alone, but with his wife, it meant he had to remain in a very specific
corner to use his own or risk being either trampled or burned to death, since,
as a Small, Galadriel used scalding hot water to rinse herself.
“Her name is Laure” she finally grunted as she
gently dropped him by his section of the shower. “And she’s not her fiancée
yet. Or ever, if I have a word in that.”
“I don’t think either of us can decide it, but
you worry too much” stated Tristan calmly.
“Too much? What if my poor little baby Arthur
get… get snatched by some huge freak, who’ll just uses him as a toy for her
pleasure and not care one bit about his wants and all!?”
“I don’t know… Ask my mother, she went through
the exact same questions when I started dating you.”
“What!?” she almost shrieked. “That old harpy!
Just you wait that I get my hands on her! I’ll show her to call me a freak.”
Tristan couldn’t help but laugh at the ridicule
of the situation. Truly, Smalls were brilliant, with a powerful mind which
easily dwarfed Normals’ far more than their sheer stature already did, but they
seemed so utterly unable to see the similitude in their situations that they
became prone to those sorts of bouts. If it hadn’t been his wife, he would have
been a little worried, but he knew that she was mostly barks and no bite –
except if someone really angered her, and his laugh seemed to calm her, a bit.
“Why are you laughing like that?” she scoffed
as she started her water, forcing Tristan to get closer to the wall and hastily
starting his own shower. “I’m serious.”
“So am I. You know my parents and I hadn’t the
best relationships – still haven’t, since they don’t really want to see their
Small grandchildren but I can assure you that my mom felt just like you did
whenever I showed interest in larger than us girls. So, you know, perhaps don’t
try to force things, whatever will happen will happen, no matter how much you
try to prevent it.”
She didn’t answer immediately and for well near
a minute, they remained silent – in any case, Tristan doubted he could have
been heard over the deafening roar of the Small-sized showerhead. He was, as
always, impressed by the power of the jets and even more so by the warmth which
cascaded all over his enormous wife. Even a few meters away, he had to use
somewhat cold water to compensate the steaming vapor engulfing him, drowning
him in a sea of water particles.
As much as he was worried when they shared a
shower, he had to admit he loved the way Galadriel’s body seemed to be
surrounded by a hot mist, hiding partially her forms. Over her knees, he could
barely see her, she was just a shadow in the white sea in suspension in the air.
And her calves and feet were themselves surrounded by a form of mystery, half
hidden by the vapors. He loved that sight, as dangerous as it was.
“Do you think we should let Dragomir go with
them?” she suddenly asked, breaking his focus on her.
“I think he’ll want to anyway, he doesn’t like
being so separated from his siblings” he replied. “What’s the worse which could
happen?”
Galadriel grumbled but finally relented. The
risks for her children were minimal and there was no way that young Giantess
would have a crush on either of his sons, surely.
“Fine. But we better not be regretting it later
on, or so help me, you’ll spend weeks in my pants, and not in a place you’ll
like, Tristan!”
“Oh, stop sounding so dramatic” he chuckled, as
he caressed her. “We live in Gigantopia! What’s the worst that could happen?
They get in touch, become friend and our children get to brag about a Giantess
friend? That’s not too bad, isn’t it?”
“Are you sure you work in my office?” she
grumbled – but she didn’t voice the many possibilities she had in mind about
things going horribly wrong. “Anyway…” she finished, fishing him to make sure
he was all clean. “Wanna make more?”
“Hell no!” laughed Tristan, gently punching his
wife in the nose. “And don’t you dare tell me you’re pregnant or some stupid
joke like that, I’m warning you!” he added when he noticed the way her eyes
glistened with mirth.
“Fine, fine…” she sighed. “I guess it just mean
more time for me to have you exactly were I want then!”
And without giving her beloved husband the time
to so much as scream, she plunged him back inside of her, deeper than ever.
“Oh God… not having the kids around… more often
may be great” she groaned, as he started to struggle in a very pleasurable way.
The End
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