#gently giantess

[so-very-small]

i genuinely have such a love for middle aged or older giants and tinies. like, the beauty of aging and evolving as a person, highlighted by their size

a giant and tiny couple who have the comfortable ease you only get when living with someone for 40 years. two elderly tiny neighbors who bicker like hell in that old people way that just means they care. elderly giants cuddled together, leaning against a mountain and looking over the tiny towns and cities they watched evolve through the years. a tiny reuniting with a giant lover after decades, gently tracing the giant’s smile lines, crows feet, commenting how silver hair looks good on them. an empty-nester giantess who bakes itty bitty cookies for all the neighborhood kids who call her Grandma. a nursing home for tinies who are too old to borrow how they used to, with a giant nurse who dotes on all of their tiny charges and loves to hear their wild adventures from years past. a tiny grandparent getting their giant grandkids to tote them around for errands.

growing old is genuinely so beautiful, i could talk about this all day. more older g/t 2k24

[lesbianoms]

Mmm I’ve noticed that I get vorny right after I’ve stepped out of the shower… now I am once again thinking about my pred giving me a bath in her belly 😍

Honestly, right now I’m digging the idea of her being a mini giantess, so that her stomach is as big as a bathtub normally would be. Coming back from work and hugging her middle, telling her about my stressful day, sweat clinging on to my skin and clothes. Then she tells me to come upstairs, that she has a surprise for me~

I head into the huge bathroom to see her sprawled out across the tiles, mouth wide open, as she invites me inside for a good time. Eagerly, I strip down and crawl inside.

She snaps me up (gently, her soft lips enveloping the upper half of my body) and swallows, sending me down to that warm, sopping wet gut of hers. I moan as my naked body slides with a splash into the acids. Then she begins gulping up all of the water in the tub and plucks some edible body wash from the cabinet.

She burps up soap bubbles as I’m jostled around inside her, while she plays with and shakes her bloated belly, tumbling me around like a washing machine. It’s pure sloshy bliss for me <3

And when we’re all done she spits me out onto a towel, drying me off and fawning over how cute I look having just been curled up in her gut. I’m just this naked, mewing thing lying prone in front of my beloved pred.

Then we go to bed, where she lets me lay on her stomach and listen to it from the outside. Our warm naked bodies nuzzled up against each other as we drift off. No need for pajamas ❤️

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Green Mommy

Summary: Your girlfriend's new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Pairing: Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Lesbian smut, Girl on Girl, Monster fucking, Oral sex (fem giving and receiving), Cum eating, Established relationship, Mommy kink, Use of Vibrator, Use of Strap-On, Anal sex (fem). Reader is tipsy and She-Hulk is sober during the sex.

I use the word 'minge' once.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Word Count: 1,857.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 24.

A/N:

I was super excited for this fic, I've been wanting to write for She-Hulk for ages and I'm super into monster fucking so this was bound to be great. Hope you enjoy!

I wrote this slightly weirdly. I was trying to keep Jennifer and She-Hulk completely separate in the beginning but towards the end it sort of becomes, Jennifer-in-She-Hulk's-body, but it's still clear to read.

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

—///—

You and Jennifer had been dating long before she became She-Hulk.

But sadly it wasn't as perfect as you thought it would be. Yes, you and Jennifer were definitely in love and spent a lot of time together. But your issues were not so much to do with your relationship.

It was your sex life. It practically didn't exist.

You and Jennifer had had sex twice since you started dating, 3 years ago. You knew Jennifer had some serious body issues that put her off the subject, but also that she wanted it just as badly as you did.

Jennifer spent a lot of her time before her transformation thinking of ways to have sex with you, she never thought of anything she was happy with and willing to start with you.

But that changed with She-Hulk.

Jennifer felt a newfound confidence in her body as She-Hulk, and a spike in her sex drive.

As did you. Seeing your girlfriend so big, proud and confident made you so hot and wet. You could almost hear the squelching in between your thighs as She-Hulk handled Titania in the court room.

She may have lost the case because of it but she absolutely taught you and Titania something. That she couldn't be physically brought down.

At the bar later you gripped your girlfriend's arm tightly and drunkenly whispered to her how wet you was, just from her little take down as She-Hulk. Jennifer, now back in her She-Hulk form, grinned back at you.

Before you knew it you were both home and in the bedroom.

You were undeniably a little scared to sex with a giantess, but more excited. She-Hulk was the same, a little scared to have sex for the first time in this form and about hurting you, but her excitement was bleeding into her core and making her burn.

She laid you down gently on the bed and kissed you sweetly. She kissed all the way down your tiny body till she reached your hips, then she was ripping off your clothes like they meant nothing.

Jennifer had never been rough with you before and usually she cared a lot about clothes, so this was completely new from her.

Your panties stayed on though. She-Hulk ripped a hole in them, it was clearly a calculated move to keep them on but still expose your pussy to her.

The green giantess looking down at your pussy first and smiled, patting it gently with two fingers before slowly pushing in one finger. She looked up at your face to see you moan and shiver.

Of course She-Hulk knew her finger was radically different in size from say Jennifer's or your own, but she knew you could take it. You was her good girl.

So she started fingering you, in and out, painfully slowly.

After only a minute or two, you was begging her for more. No matter how big, just one finger wasn't enough.

She-Hulk giggled and added two more fingers, and quickly leaned down to catch your loud moans in her mouth and swallow them.

You moved your legs up onto the bed, knees bent and feet flat against the bed. And wrapped your arms around your green lover and pulled her in close, a silent beg for more.

Which She-Hulk understood, she pushed you up further on the bed and leaned back down to your pussy. Whilst she started carefully and slowly with the fingering, she began vicious and ruthless with the pussy eating.

Your moaned turned into screamed as She-Hulk lapped you up like a man woman, still finger-fucking you with three fingers. You had barely started and you already felt your head getting dizzy.

Maybe it was the wine from earlier, it couldn't just be your pending hard orgasm, so it had to be both.

You came onto She-Hulk's face with a cry, but she didn't stop them. She wouldn't stop until she was satisfied, so she ate you through your orgasm. Her mouth and fingers swapped positions, her fingers now rubbing and pinching your clit and her tongue reaching deep inside of you for your next orgasm.

You were crying and screaming now, you felt your second orgasm approaching and overstimulation not far behind it. Your thighs were squeezing your girlfriend's head tightly, surely without her size and strength you would of crushed her by now.

But you didn't feel bad. Not when she suddenly stopped and lifted her head up. You whined and glared down at her, She-Hulk only giggled again at your frustration.

She stood up and wiped her face and licked your cum off her lips. The look was beyond erotic and was almost enough to make you cum.

She-Hulk stuck her giant fingers just used for fingering you, into your mouth. You almost choked at first but quickly got the hang of suck on them as if they were a dick. You closed your eyes as you are your own cum of the new superhero's fingers.

She-Hulk smiled at the sight and pulled her fingers away when you was done.

"Such a good sweet girl, Mommy is gonna have to reward you."

You was shocked to hear her refer to herself as 'Mommy', but you was more than all for it.

Your 'Mommy' stripped completely naked in front of you and slowly crawled onto the bed next you.

You felt yourself becoming wet again at the sight of the She-Hulk completely naked. She gently stroked your stomach and spoke in a sultry voice,

"Would you like Mommy to give you your reward now, Baby?"

"Yes Mommy..."

She-Hulk grinned and made herself comfortable on your face. Her giant green thighs and pussy completely blocked your vision, and if she wasn't being careful you would of started suffocating too.

"Now, Mommy—- Ah!"

You got to work immediately, licking and sucking your Mommy's cunt. She-Hulk's head fell back and she moaned, your small pink tongue reached every detail of her green kitty. It made She-Hulk cry and grind herself against your face.

You was having the time of your life, down there. Seeing nothing but your beautiful giant girlfriend's cunt and having a mission to make her cum as hard as possible, seemed like the kind of life you wanted to live forever.

"Oh Baby, oh Fuck!"

She-Hulk's moans and curses were whispers and you could hear them with her big thighs covering your ears. But you knew she was loving it from how she moved against your face and occasionally grabs of your breasts from behind her.

Once She-Hulk came on your face, she moved off of you. You had close your eyes when she came, due to the sheer amount it could of easily gone in your eyes and blinded you. And if you were blind, you'd never see your hot girlfriend naked again.

She-Hulk smiled down at you as you cleaned your face of her cum, eating most of it. She kissed your cheek, then licked her cum off the corners of your mouth. Before sticking her tongue down your throat, again, nearly making you choke.

"Mommy..." You whispered to her in between kisses, "I need more..."

"I know Baby, and Mommy is going to give you more."

She-Hulk picked you up with ease and moved you onto the bed properly, with your head on the pillows.

"Turn over Baby."

She told you whilst reaching into her bottom side drawer. You gladly obeyed and turned over onto your front and pulled your ass up.

"Aw, what a good girl!"

She-Hulk praised you when she saw how good you followed orders. You felt her slide a finger up and down your minge and you shivered, still sensitive from your first and almost orgasm.

You could hear She-Hulk moving on the bed behind you as well as hear and feel the bed squeaking from her weight. Surely Jennifer knew already she needed to invest in a bigger stronger bed for She-Hulk, so you didn't bother saying anything.

You felt your girlfriend straddle your hips from behind and insert something in your hole, you breathed in carefully, comfortable with the new foreign object due to being more than soaked.

Until it started vibrating.

Then you started to moan and struggle, so much so She-Hulk held you down by your shoulder and laughed at your reaction.

"Oh Princess, you like that don't you?"

"You'll like this as well."

You didn't really know what she meant by that. But you found out rather quickly, when she pushed something harder and bigger into your ass.

Now, whilst you and Jennifer had never engaged in anything anally, you had in the past made it clear to her that it was something you wanted to try. Jennifer would never shove something up your asshole without your consent, nor would She-Hulk.

You screamed at the dildo making it way into your not used before hole.

"Oh Mommy!"

"I knew you'd like this!"

She-Hulk fucked you into the bed with her strap-on. And the vibrator brought you even further down into the bed. You quickly welcomed your second orgasm of the night... then your third, and finally your fourth.

By the time She-Hulk was done with you, your voice was hoarse from screaming and moaning, your face was red and completely covered in tears and leftover cum, your cunt was used and abused and your pussy lips and asshole were covered in fresh cum.

You gasped and shivered as She-Hulk pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator. You were shaking now and curling into a ball on your girlfriend's bed, no care in the World for the ruined sheets beneath you.

She-Hulk placed her strap on on her nightstand and turned back into Jennifer. Your girlfriend now once again smaller and whiter, pulled you into her arms and cuddled you tightly.

"You did really well my Love. I hope you enjoyed it."

You slowly looked up at her and nodded, too tired to even speak. Jennifer figured she'd let you relax a bit before she dragged you into the bathroom for some proper aftercare. Or she could turn into She-Hulk again and carry you there. But you didn't care what happened next, just as long as you got to stay in your girlfriend's arms.

[helreginn]

eyes-blazing

"I'm sorry I got him into a fight Hel." Emrys hissed as she worked the dirt and debris from the cuts on his hands. "If you heard what they were saying to him...." He tensed at the memory, anger flaring, and took a deep breath. He wondered for a moment if she had a stash of clothes for him or if she had sent Felet to his and Nates place. "I guess it's about time Nate met his future nephew huh?"

Hel wiped the last of the blood from his knuckles and ran her thumb over them gently. Imbued with the healing magic she knew he would feel and recognise.

"I'm not mad, Em. I just wish it weren't happening so often. It feels like you go looking for these fights."

The giantess paused a moment and looked up, right into her younger brother's eyes, "They haven't met yet?"

[victusinveritas]

She's clearly a giantess and could have just grabbed both those planes out of the sky and gently placed them down in the Hudson. Instead, Bush paid her off to just pose on that particular Tuesday so that he could have some forever wars. It only would have cost him three speckled cows.

[spirit-lanterns]

Okay this a maybe a bit weird but imagine Phantylia's huge fingers playing with you, like her fingers going down your body, slowly up your legs, and she does all this just one finger cuz yk she's huge compared to us regular people, imagine like the fear you would have, like she could squash you any moment but its also like super hot yk. Also her sexy laugh and her voice, i bet she would be into degrading. Giantess nsfw

Oh anon, that isn’t weird at all. That’s hot.

I’m scared but also aroused. She could crush you like an ant if she wants to, but she just chooses not to because she loves you so much 💕 you’re the cutest mortal she’s ever seen and she loves teasing you with those giant fingers of hers…

Stroking you gently, caressing your naked body all in one hand before laughing huskily at the fear in your eyes. You look so cute paralyzed with fear, but she could also sense your arousal and just adores the way you tremble in her grasp. Oh, you just turn her on so much. Let her spoil you like the delicate flower you were, hm? Pressing a soft kiss against your head so that her lips smother the entirety of your face <3

[femalexfuries]

You're Home

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Only, Soft!Giantess!Wanda, Semi-Dark!Fic, Age Play, Mommy Kink, Size Kink, Slight Dumbification, Slight Angst, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment

Length: 2.9K

Summary: A series of moments between you and Wanda.

Green eyes, bright and full of admiration, stare down at you while a pointer finger gently trails up and down the side of your face. A whimper comes at the sudden contact and you instinctively start to stretch your legs and arms as you begin to wake up. You yawn and rub at your eyes with the back of your hand, hoping to deter the probing fingers in the process. The older woman coos at the display before her and waits with bated breath for you to open your eyes and meet your new future.

“Hi, little one,” comes a soft voice from above, startling you.

The speaker sounds familiar and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter; willing this to be only just a dream. If true, the voice belongs to a friend you made during your time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and someone whose obsessions had driven you apart. Natasha introduced the two of you and, for a short period, you became very close. Over time, however, what appeared to be friendly concern and affection morphed into possessiveness and irrational behavior. Despite your attempts to talk with her and satiate any fears she may have, the efforts proved futile and caused you to break away completely for your own sanity.

“Oh,” the woman says with a laugh as you jump and flinch, “did Mommy scare you?”

The surprise from the use of the title makes you open your eyes suddenly and blink rapidly in an attempt to adjust to the light around you. The earlier touch returns for a moment and the blurriness of your vision finally dissipates enough to make out the smiling face above you. 

Wanda.

“Hi my tiny girl. You don’t have to be afraid. Mommy’s here now.”

Her words are so sweet that you almost feel safe for the briefest moment despite the history between you; and the confusion of her unexpected arrival. As you look more intently, studying her expression, you see the same look of infatuation that drove you away months prior. Only when you widen the scope of your focus does the situation become even more alarming.

The proportions between you are all off. Although she had always been taller than you by a few inches, from your current vantage point, the difference had apparently increased by feet. The finger stroking your face is attached to a hand big enough to cup your entire head easily. You grip the fabric beneath you in each fist and twist your body away from the prying fingers to glance behind you. A dresser sits a few feet away from the bed you find yourself on and appears like a skyscraper from your vantage point.

Sensing your growing distress, the older woman leans closer to offer soothing affirmation.

“You’re okay, malyshka. You’re home now.”

—

“I don’t want any,” you say, doing your best to fight back tears.

The past several weeks have been spent with Wanda methodically stripping away any of your independence and replacing that freedom with complete reliance upon her. The combination of her gigantic size and the cabin she built to accommodate that made doing most anything for yourself now relatively impossible. At this point, the only choices left in your life appeared to be compliance with her wishes or disobedience with subsequent punishment.

“Mommy knows you don’t want any juice, sweetheart. But you need to drink some even still and make sure you’re getting enough fluids.”

You shake your head defiantly and look down at your feet. The seemingly insignificant act of choosing whether or not to drink some apple juice was being stripped away from you before your very eyes. Despite your best efforts, as the reality of the situation sets in, you feel the building tears overflow and spill down your cheeks.

Wanda sighs when she realizes that you have started to cry and walks over to grab something from the cabinet across the room. You hate how you feel slightly panicked as she walks away and leaves you feeling practically all alone in the enormous kitchen. Aside from your sniffling and hiccuping, only the sound of some light shuffling and liquid sloshing can be heard in the otherwise quiet room.

Even when the older woman returns to stand in front of you once again, you never raise your head to look up at her lest she detect any sense of relief. The feeling would be only in passing, however, as punishment would likely be next on your agenda for the day. You were not looking forward to having to spend some time with your nose in the corner or participating in any other demeaning ordeal she had planned.

“Mommy got your special cup, milaya.”

In reality, there was nothing particularly special about the red sippy cup. The only reason the drinkware could even be considered notable was that, unlike most everything else in the home, the size was proportionate to you rather than to Wanda. You were able to hold the handles and drink unassisted instead of having to rely on help as was the norm: and the requirement. To say that you did not like the sippy cup and the minimal independence that came with it, no matter how infantile, would be a lie.

“Cup?” you say warily, unsure if she was simply lulling you into a false sense of security.

“Yes, baby. Do you want some juice from your special cup? Mommy needs you to drink something.”

You mull over your options momentarily and begrudgingly decide to accept the juice and hopefully avoid any repercussions. Rather than verbally concede, you simply held both hands upward and made grabbing motions toward the cup. Wanda smirked in victory at having you give in to her demands regardless of the slight work-around. While she took no issue with punishing you, a small adjustment was nothing as, in the end, you would always do as you were told.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you say in a barely audible voice as she hands you the drink.

Wanda did her best to gently wipe at the tears on your face with her thumb and hummed in approval as you brought your special sippy to your lips.

—

“Who’s that?”

Wanda tenses up instantly at your question. She never received visitors and only rarely would even a passerby be seen at a distance traveling through the countryside. Thinking that perhaps someone had finally come to disrupt her peace, she prepared herself for the worst and approached the front door.

“A reindeer,” she says flatly when her eyes finally meet the apparent “visitor” you were referring to. “We say ‘what’ instead of ‘who’ for animals, Y/N,” she chides gently.

You frown at her correction.

“Why? Animals are like people because they have a personality too.”

The giantess has no rebuttal for your point and instead simply nods in acceptance of your words.

“I suppose you’re right, my thoughtful little girl.”

—

You had fallen off the bed in the middle of the night thanks to your unfortunate habit of thrashing during a nightmare. The trip to the ground felt like falling out of a second story window and the moment of impact made you cry out in fear and pain.

The sound of your cries woke Wanda instantly and she frantically began to rifle through the crumpled sheets in search of you.

“Mommy!” you screamed out unabashedly when she did not come to your aide immediately.

Even over your cries you could hear her flailing about before finally stumbling out of bed. The pain in your head began throbbing and you pulled at your hair in frustration. She finally rounded the corner of the bed after what felt like an eternity and gasped at how pitiful you looked wailing on the floor. Not wasting another second, she carefully lifted you up, making sure to support your head, and sat back down on the bed with you cradled protectively in her arms.

“My poor little girl. Mommy is so sorry, malyshka,” she says and accentuates her point with a kiss to your forehead.

She continues to press more kisses onto your tear-stained cheeks before gently placing you back onto the bed with the intention of looking over you for any severe injuries. The moment she broke contact, the volume of your cries increased dramatically and you grabbed frantically at her hands until she quickly scooped you up again.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s here.”

Being held once again, you are more than content to cry out all of your pain and frustration. Wanda only bounces you gently and whispers comforting words as you slowly stop crying and begin to wear yourself out. The way you paw at your eyes and squirm tells her everything you refuse to say.

“Someone's ready to go night night, I think,” she says with a small smile.

You whine in response, but this time do not fight as she lowers you back onto the bed. An array of pillows are propped around you and she adjusts your position to best be supported by them as you sleep.

“Here’s your blanket, milaya,” she coos and begins to tuck the edges in.

Wanda briefly continues her fussing before finally appearing satisfied and laying down beside you. She reaches out and rests her hand on your torso, feeling your chest rise up and down with each breath.

“Mommy’s right here. You’re okay.”

You feel comforted by the weight of her hand and wiggle into the cozy cocoon she has made for you before finally drifting off to sleep once again. 

—

The sun feels good on your skin and you close your eyes to look up and soak in the rays.

Wanda was busy preparing your lunch and did not notice as you snuck out to get a better look at the herd of reindeer grazing behind the cabin. Although going out unsupervised was against the rules, you intended to be gone only a short while. You reasoned your escapade would be fine if you did not venture far from the home and kept your distance from the animals.

The wind blows gently across the field of wildflowers and you sit in silence; content to enjoy the feeling of being outside and alone for the first time in what feels like forever. You watch as the reindeer walk lazily about and pick at the grass or stop to mutual groom. Enjoying the serenity, you chance lying down after a bit and closing your eyes; only to fall asleep before you even realize how tired you feel.

You had no idea how long you had been sleeping. In reality, you would have likely continued to do so had the reindeer not become agitated and woken you. Some raised their heads and shook their antlers while more bellowed out and stomped at the ground with their hooves.

No sooner had you come to and picked up on their anxiety did a loud crash sound from the cabin. The commotion seemed to continue for several minutes and you knew that Wanda was enraged; entirely due to your absence, no less.

Instead of running back to meet the chaos head on, your fear of the unknown causes you to freeze in place. You simply stay put and remain seated on the ground as you nervously pick some of the flowers closest to you. At any moment Wanda would come outside, find you, and punish you for disobeying her.

The sound of a small explosion erupted and you tensed as your mind raced with thoughts of what exactly could have been destroyed. Your legs twitch and you contemplate running back to, at the very least, attempt to put an end to the destruction.

Wanda yells out your name with such force that the reindeer spook and begin to run off. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, clutching the flowers you picked tightly to your chest. As thundering footsteps begin to approach, you only hope your staying put will somehow appease some of her anger.

Eventually, the ground stops shaking around you, the temperature grows colder, and the light becomes less glaring. You know that Wanda has finally found you. For a moment you do not dare to look up, but after mustering some courage, you hold the flowers up weakly.

“Hi Mommy,” you say sadly. “I’m sorry I made you destroy the house.”

Wanda’s cold glare falters slightly at your words. She recovers quickly, however, and crosses her arms over her chest to give you a more pointed glare.

“Are little girls supposed to leave the house without Mommy?”

“No,” you say quietly, dropping your arms and the bouquet down into your lap.

“Then why did you disobey me? You could be hurt out here. Anyone could come along and take you away.”

You anxiously move your hands to pick at the grass around you and try to come up with an appropriate explanation. Finding only one, with a resigned sigh, you simply tell the truth.

“I wanted to pick you some flowers and look at the reindeer.”

With that, Wanda’s remaining anger seems to dissipate as she drops down to sit next to you. She rubs at her temples for a moment before looking down at you with a gaze mimicking the sadness you displayed moments prior. You bite your lip in contemplation before taking a chance to go ahead and sit on her lap. Holding the flowers up once again, this time she gives a small smile and accepts the tiny bouquet.

“The flowers are beautiful. Thank you.”

She puts a hand up to signal her intention to continue just as you are about to make another point.

“But, Mommy makes rules to keep you safe, little one. You are going to be punished for breaking those rules. No arguments.”

You simply nod solemnly in acceptance.

—

“Why are you so big, Mommy?”

Wanda snorts slightly at the question before tossing you a playful smirk. She puts her book down and watches as you try and collect your crayons to put back into the box.

“I’m surprised you took so long to ask that, malyshka. That would have been one of Mommy’s first questions and you’ve been here several months.”

Several months.

The time seems longer, or maybe shorter, than you even realized. You had long ago lost count of the days you spent with Wanda despite the fairly consistent routine she created for you. 

She seemed to be waiting for an answer to her unspoken question but you simply gave a noncommittal shrug. Of course you had wondered from the very beginning what led to the transformation, but never did you think the timing appropriate to ask the burning question.

“Do you not like Mommy like this?” she asked with a mock pout.

Panic flashes in your eyes briefly and you stand up from your crafts to run over and grab onto her pant leg. You shake your head vigorously and only stop when you feel her start to gently pat your head.

“No! I like Mommy lots.”

She chuckles at your puppy dog eyes and brushes some flyaway hairs down. You continue to stare up at her expectantly until she finally concedes to your earlier question.

“Mommy has been doing a big book project since even before you came home. A very important one that’s taught Mommy a lot of useful information about how to grow and manage the power within her. So much energy needs to be kept in a larger, more perfect vessel.”

For a moment you bite your tongue and think critically about her words and their possible implications. Just as quickly, however, with the swarm of information, you lose interest and begin playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Okay, Mommy.”

Wanda laughs and bends forward to pull you up onto her lap. Not wanting to sit, you kick your legs out until she allows you to stand on her thigh and hold her hands for support.

“That’s a lot of big information for such a tiny baby, isn’t it?”

You nod your head, only half-listening as her necklaces catch your attention. With a grunt you lean forward and try to detach one of your hands to pull at the chains. She obliges after a moment and watches as you try and grab a hold of the pendant.

—

“Mommy? Do you love me?”

Wanda looks over at you with surprise. The two of you had been sitting in comfortable silence on the bed when you asked the question with no forewarning.

“Of course. Mommy has always loved you,” she replies with confidence despite being slightly caught off-guard.

You let her response hang in the air as you meditate on her words.

“Even when we met?”

She nods and watches as your demeanor shifts to be more unsure. You look pensive but give little away as to what is really going on in your mind.

“Do you love Mommy?”

Wanda waits anxiously as you take time to choose your words carefully. After a few moments, you seem to decide as you roll over to face her.

“Uh-huh,” you say slowly, watching as her face reaches an indiscernible expression. “Mommy always takes care of me.”

She softens as you explain what she has repeatedly told you from the very beginning. Her knuckles brush across your cheeks and you reach up to capture her hand with both of your own.

“Love you,” you whisper into her palm.

[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the sacral chakra

the numbers we are focusing on today are based on the orange bubbled numbers in the web then the sum of the two equal your emotional number - ex: as you see above and in previous charts, my energetic number is 9 and my physical number 8. so to get the emotional number i have to sum the two: 9 + 8 → 17. recall that numbers must be summed a second time if they total 23 (i.e. 2 + 3 → 5) and above.

but what does this number mean?

the next chakra set we are examining is the sacral chakra (svadhisthana); it signifies our creativity, sexuality, desires, and emotional stability. bodily it governs our uterus, ovaries, kidneys, small intestines, prostate gland, lumbar, bladder, and circulatory system.

so let's talk about some examples:

8 - strength

a physical 8s... the thing about 8s in the health card is that there tends to be both strength and weakness associated. they could experience weakness in any of the body parts mentioned above. they will remain weak in those areas if they do not trust that they can feel better - they also have to feel comfortable enough with vulnerability to get help from a health care professional. they have the ability to nurture others and help them, but they have to learn to care for themselves first and foremost. physical svadhisthana 8s should go to visit their gynecologist annually at the very minimum. they should consider a juice cleanse, increasing exercise to better their blood flow, get a massage, etc. they need to take care of both the external and internal because while they might be healthy looking externally, they may be neglecting something internally. strength's belt of flowers sort of blocks the sacral chakra, but we shouldn't forget the belt is made with flowers; all they have to do is nurture this chakra and it will blossom.

energetic 8 svadhisthana people are often very emotionally stable. in situations when others panic, they tend to be more relaxed and disconcerted - the giantess in the strength card is gently closing the mouth of the lion, her face is relaxed and she seems to be looking into the creature's eyes (brave and resolved). these people tend to do things that no one else would think of doing in the creative realm because they always aim to be unpredictable when facing a challenge - they are like the underdogs of the realm. they recognize the fears of others (and even themselves), and they do it anyway especially when it is something they want or it is something they must accomplish first before they can get closer to what they desire.

emotionally 8 svadhisthana people might struggle... often these people lack self-confidence - they might not feel comfortable in sexual situations, they often need a very supportive partner to coax them into feeling comfortable. they might also lack-confidence in the creative realm - while they can be an incredible writer, painter, dancer, actor-actress, etc., they could feel uncomfortable with the spotlight or showing others what they can do. they could also not trust their desires and repress them - they are people pleasers at heart; they wish to appease those around them. they are the type that will disregard their dreams to do what their parents/friends/partners want them to do. all this boils down to one thing - they have to learn how to be emotionally vulnerable with others and learn to be courageous when stating what they want from those around them. life is full of challenges - they have to trust that they are capable of standing up for themselves: they are good enough, they are beautiful, they are worthy, and they can accomplish their dreams.

9 - the hermit

physical svadhisthana 9s tend to have health issues with these part of their bodies... some have fertility issues, kidney disease, prostate issues, bladder issues, and/or blood diseases / genetic mutations. they often prefer solitude and aren't very physically inclined to having sexual escapades... they are very much the type to go hiking and camping alone - they enjoy the great outdoors when it comes to exercise (uncle hdt, is that you?). just by getting out in nature and going for a walk they can vastly improve their blood flow and stay healthier.

energetic 9 svadhisthana people work best alone; they likely have a lot of hobbies they do alone - reading, writing, crochet, knitting, etc. their creative abilities are something they learn in solitude; they tend to be self taught, and they likely are not a fan of taught creativity - they don't believe that creative thinking is something that is learned, but rather it is explored over time. when they are alone, they often find themselves exploring the creative realm. they often desire being in solitude from the world around them - they likely feel reenergized after a solo sojourn.

emotionally 9 svadhisthana people often dread being alone or isolated from others. they often feel as though they may never find their person in this lifetime. though it sounds contradictory, 9 people often desire independence and to be alone when working on creative projects, towards their desires, and even when working on their emotional stability (they are the least likely individuals to go to a talk therapist by choice, though many struggle with depression / depressive thoughts). being alone does often work wonders for their creativity though - a lot of these energy placements write because they can imagine a whole universe in their mind. though isolation feels good to them, they do need to communicate to their partner about doing so, so they don't push them away unnecessarily.

17 - the star

physical svadhisthana 17s tend to appear sickly to others at some point in their life, and it often has to do with the area the chakra governs. but they aren't quitters, more often than not, they will push to find a solution/cure for what slows them down, so that they can get back out there. their struggles might inspire them to go into a medical career after they themselves are cured.

energetic 17 svadhisthana people tend to go through a lot of tough things in their life - pain, trauma, illness, etc. yet they have this power to outshine the darkness. they have this energy that makes them seem radiant to everyone around them - this is especially true in the creative realm (everyone can find themselves easily drawn to a 17 svadhisthana person) - it is their hope and faith that tends to inspire others. they can make it through anything, and they help to inspire and motivate others to believe the same of themselves.

emotionally 17 svadhisthana... this is another individual who might find themselves slipping into a depression or depressive episodes throughout their life - they need to recall the popular quote "without darkness, we wouldn't be able to see the stars". they are star emotional people! though everything seems dark, hopeless, and horrible that's not a fact that is a perception - even small glimmers of goodness exist in everything around them; they just have to look for them. have some faith and everything will be just fine. these people are dreamers - no doubt about it - so dream! imagine! inspire! let the big emotions you have guide you to create something that might just help people in a similar situation to you.

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[beanibon]

i like to think knives would consider himself above a god, someone a higher being than the highest of them all,, so hear me out, god reader getting absolutely railed by him.

that is the whole thought. 🧍‍♂️

Anon, istg you have the biggest brain. I hope you know I'm going feral on this post, and making some crazy ass shit up.

TW: smut, slight dubcon, giantess (sorrynotsorry, I need some size difference in my life), size difference, breast feeding (don't judge), female Pronouns but you also have a massive cock, slight oral, slight suffocation.

Cum All Ye Faithful

Mortals, so small, insignificant to a being such as yourself. Overlooking their menial tasks, though you could appreciate the determination they perceived with each obstacle. Your precious little humans, doing their darnedest so survive the horrors of this desolate planet.

"And here you are, degrading such sweet creatures." You glanced at the creation in your presence, legs kicking as he squirmed under your weight.

This being may be man-made, but a creation he was nonetheless. A cute one at that. A pity it was filled with hatred for those you protected, nothing will change that, not even the excruciating erection he spouted at your advances.

A pitiful sigh escaped you, releasing the being known as a Plant, only to hear his awful speech of anger.

"You dare treat me this way? A God!? I'll smite you for poisoning me, crush you beneath me like the ant you are!"

Your laughter had him seeing red, those funny little tendrils whipping out. "Me the ant? Aren't you so adorable! And here you are, half the the size of me."

With his face red with embarrassment, trying to look anywhere but your distracting chest, you took the opportunity to hoist him in the air. The verbal abuse you got was nothing, it was actually rather amusing to listen to. This tiny man, screaming obscenities like some big scary hell hound, when in reality he was some bad tempered chihuahua.

"Knives, was it? You need to learn how to loosen up, especially in the presence of a holy being. Actual gods don't talk like that, unlike you we have nothing to prove. So, relax." Your tongue rolled out from between your lips, that precious creation cradled gently within your hands. His bare body tasted so sinful, it certainly looked better without that hideously tempting skin tight suit. Now you could admire that alien genitalia, how it's petals opened upon contact.

"Such a pretty sight you are, see how your goddess treats you? With kindness despite your acts of violence against my precious humans." Your mouth engulfed his erection, suckling against it until that sweet nectar lathered your tastebuds.

Knives squirmed, fought against these profound advances. Treating a being of higher power like this!? He'd kill you, slay you where you stood!

"Wi-witch! Release me! Or I'll- AH~" His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, lips forming an 'O' as your fingers pinched at his nipples.

These sensations were bizarre, foreign and a mixture of enjoyable and distasteful. Yet Knives couldn't combat against the way you so delicately placed him down, the bed covered in the softest blankets, pillows and much more. There he was able to properly take in your glory, lips pressed against his body, leaving tingling sensations along every spot you kissed.

Oddly, he began to yearn for your touches, eyes hooded as his vision began to blur. It was as if he was seeing the gates of heaven open for the first time, greeted by the beauty of an actual god.

"Calming down now are we? That's good, let that negativity disappear. Open your mouth."

Obediently he obliged, mouth opened as he awaited for whatever you desired from his mortal vessel. That sweet, welcoming mouth engulfed your perked nipple, instinctively sucking the sensitive bud.

You admired how docile he became, the perfumed sheets doing wonders with numbing that mind of his. Now to simply make sure he'll survive the next part.

Knives let out a muffled choking sound, surprised as liquid filled his mouth. Warm, creamy, and slightly addictive as you smirked. Already his cock grew hard, prodding into your stomach, but he wouldn't have a chance to use it.

No, you had something much more special in mind.

Once freed from your little pets obedient feeding, you flipped Knives over as he gasped for air, shuffling his ass in the air. Ignoring how he cried out in protest, clawing at those feather filled pillows, you spread his cheeks apart spitting against his puckering hole.

"The hell are you doing!? I thou-"

"Then you thought wrong. I'm sorry, but even though you're so adorably obedient, I still unfortunately have to punish you." You looked saddened at the prospect of turning down an opportunity to feel that cock inside yourself, a wasted opportunity truly.

"Wha-what the hell do you even mean?" Knives shuddered, ceasing all resistance to look up at you, his expression shocked and confused.

You simply offered a pitying smile. "For being so cruel to my sweet humans, you must be punished. I promise I'll try to make it enjoyable, for you that is! I know I'll be having a blast!'"

That sweet laugh was no longer sweet like candy. No. It held something more daunting beneath it, and Knives began to whimper pathetically.

For years he considered himself a god, a being of higher power that could crush blasphemors under his feet. But now, he realised the unfortunate, cruel truth. He was simply another pawn in a greater being's plan, a true god, one that deceived him into a false sense of security and pleasure.

How the hell was he going to explain his inability to walk straight the following morning?

Knives gasped out a strangled cry, knees touched together as your cock began filling him. It was massive, already stretching him to his absolute limits. Yet no matter how much he cried, begged for you to allow him time to adjust, he was met with that taunting laughter.

"And how many times did my creations beg for you to stop? Too many times to count, so you won't receive any mercy from me. No matter how much you squeeze me, just think you'll be rewarded afterwards, when you've received your fair punishment."

Stomach swelling with your cock buried deep inside him, his own leaking copious amounts of cum. From merely stretching him, Knives had already came twice, you felt your stomach flutter with how much you were going to ruin him.

You let out a hum, the view wasn't all that satisfying. Not when he insisted on burying his face into your pillows, hiding the shame from his predicament.

Gently, you flipped him around, his moans music to your ears. Finally you could see your cock, stuffed deep inside his ass. And what a sight it was.

Slowly you began moving, your thrusts soft and slow, thumbs kneading his stomach until he groaned. Just feeling your own cock through those chiselled abs was pure bliss, but seeing his tiny cock squirt juices against himself was even better.

Knives became quite vocal, moaning constantly as his insides were rearranged. Drool pooled around the corners of his mouth, tears staining his beautiful, pale cheeks. The best part was how his skin shone a vibrant blue, those patterns glowing as overstimulation overwhelmed him.

You couldn't help but to trace those patterns, fingers brushing against his skin, Knives squirming under your touches. Your lips pressed against his, tongue snaking its way into his mouth, tasting every crevice you could reach. Unaware you were suffocating the poor plant.

A single string of saliva kept you two connected, that and your thrusting cock in his ass. Still, you decided that his own could use some attention.

Leaning down, your stomach pressed against Knives sprawled out body, crushing him beneath you. Each thrust rubbed his cock against your navel, earning more vocal affirmations that your toy was at least feeling good.

As you began to feel close, back arching as your pace quickened, you forgot all about how small Knives was compared to you. So you may have accidentally crushed him slightly under your breasts, chasing your high as he milked you for all you're worth. His voice muffled, nails clawing at your tits as you harshly fucked his ass.

Even when you released, coming deep into the pits of his guts, your pace never ceased. How could it when it felt so good, feeling his insides lubed from your seed, filling him like an eclair.

Of course, once he was contently filled, you did free him. Unfortunately your sweet pet was unconscious from lack of air, but you did warn him about his punishment. A shame he wasn't awake for the finale.

"A pity," You sighed, sitting back to admire your work. "Until we meet again, my dear false god."

When Knives awoke, the first thing that greeted him was excruciating pain. Everything was burning in absolute agony, and he was covered in stale cum, his own and what you left stuffed inside him, leaking from his loose ass.

He desperately wanted to hate you, curse you from the pits of this hell. Only he couldn't, left to pout at his false hatred to the goddess that finally put him in his place.

Perhaps he'll keep torturing your so called 'precious creations', if it meant to feel you flushed against his skin, those touches against his markings.

Just the thought of you had his stomach churn, cock ache and mind fog with the sound of your heavenly laughter.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Anon, I apologise I got a little carried away. Love you all and thank you sm for all the support I truly appreciate it.

[cyxnidx]

"Lady Dimitrescu?!" - part 2 please

Lady Dimitrescu ?! II

assuming we're still on the same topic of cod, sure~ hehe. same as last time, no warnings, just pure humor & fluff. (i ended up adding the name Jormungandr from god of war)

original request:

characters: keegan, krueger, alejandro, horangi

part one is here. enjoy!!

Keegan

"knock, knock." Keegan states under his breath, opening the door to your office with a hand on his lower stomach. "injured man coming.." his eyes met yours, tempting a stop in his walking. his gaze trails down your body, taking in your height. "..through." you smile. "hey there. i would ask what's bothering you, but.." your eyes trail to where his hand was, red liquid staining his skin and clothes. "..i can already take a pretty good guess." Keegan paused for a moment before responding, eyes still wondering your height. "well, god damn ms. giantess. haven't seen you around."

Krueger

"son of a bitch," Krueger mumbled through his teeth, setting himself on a table in your office that he assumed would be used for emergencies. he was surprised to see it vacant, though nonetheless began rummaging around for something to help his wound. in the midst of it, you seemingly appeared behind him. "i'm assuming you're the one named Krueger?" you ask gently, almost recognizing the man off sight. you stand over the man in front of you and notice small dots of red dripping from some place on his body. he jumps, looking over his shoulder expecting to see a smaller being than himself - only for his eyes to have to trail up your body to find yours. "never in my life had i thought i'd see Jormungandr.. until now." you smile at the reference, moving to get the medical alcohol to treat the obvious wound on his shoulder. "hello to you too, Kratos."

Alejandro

Alejandro made his way to your office, not for the fact that he had an injury but because he's been told of something like a folklore tale. apparently, the soldiers have been told that while in the infirmary, they've been met with a woman with a similar height to Lady Dimitrescu. why they would say this is beyond alejandro's understanding at first, because when he saw you, you were sitting all pretty at your desk - relaxing. you looked small enough. so what's with the constant comments about your height? though, he soon found out the next time he was sent to visit due to a gun shot wound on his left forearm. his gaze fixated on the wound, he doesn't seem to notice the overwhelming shadow looking over him. finally looking up, he gets lost in both your height and eyes trying to take it all in. "sir?" you ask, confused because of his gaze. "are you okay?"

Horangi

"why hello, queen kong." horangi called, teasing you over your height when you entered the cafeteria for lunch. you look over your shoulder, eyes narrowing at the smaller man behind you. "hello, Kirby." you quip back, a devious smirk crossing your face when you sense an obvious change in energy when you make a reference to his smaller height. "..well fuck you too." he remarks under his breath, turning away from you sassily before walking away.

[stitched-mouth]

Green Mommy

Summary: Your girlfriend’s new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Lesbian smut, Girl on Girl, Monster fucking, Oral sex (fem giving and receiving), Cum eating, Established relationship, Mommy kink, Use of Vibrator, Use of Strap-On, Anal sex (fem receiving), Reader is tipsy and She-Hulk is sober during the sex.

I use the word ‘minge’ once.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Word Count: 1,857.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 24.

A/N:

I was super excited for this fic, I’ve been wanting to write for She-Hulk for ages and I’m super into monster fucking so this was bound to be great. Hope you enjoy!

I wrote this slightly weirdly. I was trying to keep Jennifer and She-Hulk completely separate in the beginning but towards the end it sort of becomes, Jennifer-in-She-Hulk’s-body, but it’s still clear to read.

You and Jennifer had been dating long before she became She-Hulk.

But sadly it wasn’t as perfect as you thought it would be. Yes, you and Jennifer were definitely in love and spent a lot of time together. But your issues were not so much to do with your relationship.

It was your sex life. It practically didn’t exist.

You and Jennifer had had sex twice since you started dating, 3 years ago. You knew Jennifer had some serious body issues that put her off the subject, but also that she wanted it just as badly as you did.

Jennifer spent a lot of her time before her transformation thinking of ways to have sex with you, she never thought of anything she was happy with and willing to start with you.

But that changed with She-Hulk.

Jennifer felt a newfound confidence in her body as She-Hulk, and a spike in her sex drive.

As did you. Seeing your girlfriend so big, proud and confident made you so hot and wet. You could almost hear the squelching in between your thighs as She-Hulk handled Titania in the court room.

She may have lost the case because of it but she absolutely taught you and Titania something. That she couldn’t be physically brought down.

At the bar later you gripped your girlfriend’s arm tightly and drunkenly whispered to her how wet you was, just from her little take down as She-Hulk. Jennifer, now back in her She-Hulk form, grinned back at you.

Before you knew it you were both home and in the bedroom.

You were undeniably a little scared to sex with a giantess, but more excited. She-Hulk was the same, a little scared to have sex for the first time in this form and about hurting you, but her excitement was bleeding into her core and making her burn.

She laid you down gently on the bed and kissed you sweetly. She kissed all the way down your tiny body till she reached your hips, then she was ripping off your clothes like they meant nothing.

Jennifer had never been rough with you before and usually she cared a lot about clothes, so this was completely new from her.

Your panties stayed on though. She-Hulk ripped a hole in them, it was clearly a calculated move to keep them on but still expose your pussy to her.

The green giantess looking down at your pussy first and smiled, patting it gently with two fingers before slowly pushing in one finger. She looked up at your face to see you moan and shiver.

Of course She-Hulk knew her fingers was radically different in size from say Jennifer’s or your own, but she knew you could take it. You was her good girl.

So she started fingering you, in and out, painfully slowly.

After only a minute or two, you was begging her for more. No matter how big, just one finger wasn’t enough.

She-Hulk giggled and added two more fingers, and quickly leaned down to catch your loud moans in her mouth and swallow them.

You moved your legs up onto the bed, knees bent and feet flat against the bed. And wrapped your arms around your green lover and pulled her in close, a silent beg for more.

Which She-Hulk understood, she pushed you up further on the bed and leaned back down to your pussy. Whilst she started carefully and slowly with the fingering, she began vicious and ruthless with the pussy eating.

Your moaned turned into screamed as She-Hulk lapped you up like a man woman, still finger-fucking you with three fingers. You had barely started and you already felt your head getting dizzy.

Maybe it was the wine from earlier, it couldn’t just be your pending hard orgasm, so it had to be both.

You came onto She-Hulk’s face with a cry, but she didn’t stop then. She wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied, so she ate you through your orgasm. Her mouth and fingers swapped positions, her fingers now rubbing and pinching your clit and her tongue reaching deep inside of you for your next orgasm.

You were crying and screaming now, you felt your second orgasm approaching and overstimulation not far behind it. Your thighs were squeezing your girlfriend’s head tightly, surely without her size and strength you would of crushed her by now.

But you didn’t feel bad. Not when she suddenly stopped and lifted her head up. You whined and glared down at her, She-Hulk only giggled again at your frustration.

She stood up and wiped her face and licked your cum off her lips. The look was beyond erotic and was almost enough to make you cum.

She-Hulk stuck her giant fingers just used for fingering you, into your mouth. You almost choked at first but quickly got the hang of suck on them as if they were a dick. You closed your eyes as you are your own cum of the new superhero’s fingers.

She-Hulk smiled at the sight and pulled her fingers away when you was done.

“Such a good sweet girl, Mommy is gonna have to reward you.”

You was shocked to hear her refer to herself as ‘Mommy’, but you was more than all for it.

Your ‘Mommy’ stripped completely naked in front of you and slowly crawled onto the bed next you.

You felt yourself becoming wet again at the sight of the She-Hulk completely naked. She gently stroked your stomach and spoke in a sultry voice,

“Would you like Mommy to give you your reward now, Baby?”

“Yes Mommy…”

She-Hulk grinned and made herself comfortable on your face. Her giant green thighs and pussy completely blocked your vision, and if she wasn’t being careful you would of started suffocating too.

“Now, Mommy is—- Ah!”

You got to work immediately, licking and sucking your Mommy’s cunt. She-Hulk’s head fell back and she moaned, your small pink tongue reached every detail of her green kitty. It made She-Hulk cry and grind herself against your face.

You was having the time of your life, down there. Seeing nothing but your beautiful giant girlfriend’s cunt and having a mission to make her cum as hard as possible, seemed like the kind of life you wanted to live forever.

“Oh Baby, oh Fuck!”

She-Hulk’s moans and curses were whispers and you could hear them with her big thighs covering your ears. But you knew she was loving it from how she moved against your face and occasionally grabs of your breasts from behind her.

Once She-Hulk came on your face, she moved off of you. You had close your eyes when she came, due to the sheer amount it could of easily gone in your eyes and blinded you. And if you were blind, you’d never see your hot girlfriend naked again.

She-Hulk smiled down at you as you cleaned your face of her cum, eating most of it. She kissed your cheek, then licked her cum off the corners of your mouth. Before sticking her tongue down your throat, again, nearly making you choke.

“Mommy…” You whispered to her in between kisses, “I need more…”

“I know Baby, and Mommy is going to give you more.”

She-Hulk picked you up with ease and moved you onto the bed properly, with your head on the pillows.

“Turn over Baby.”

She told you whilst reaching into her bottom side drawer. You gladly obeyed and turned over onto your front and pulled your ass up.

“Aw, what a good girl!”

She-Hulk praised you when she saw how good you followed orders. You felt her slide a finger up and down your minge and you shivered, still sensitive from your first and almost orgasm.

You could hear She-Hulk moving on the bed behind you as well as hear and feel the bed squeaking from her weight. Surely Jennifer knew already she needed to invest in a bigger stronger bed for She-Hulk, so you didn’t bother saying anything.

You felt your girlfriend straddle your hips from behind and insert something in your hole, you breathed in carefully, comfortable with the new foreign object due to being more than soaked.

Until it started vibrating.

Then you started to moan and struggle, so much so She-Hulk held you down by your shoulder and laughed at your reaction.

“Oh Princess, you like that don’t you?”

“You’ll like this as well.”

You didn’t really know what she meant by that. But you found out rather quickly, when she pushed something harder and bigger into your ass.

Now, whilst you and Jennifer had never engaged in anything anally, you had in the past made it clear to her that it was something you wanted to try. Jennifer would never shove something up your asshole without your consent, nor would She-Hulk.

You screamed at the dildo making it way into your not used before hole.

“Oh Mommy!”

“I knew you’d like this!”

She-Hulk fucked you into the bed with her strap-on. And the vibrator brought you even further down into the bed. You quickly welcomed your second orgasm of the night… then your third, and finally your fourth.

By the time She-Hulk was done with you, your voice was hoarse from screaming and moaning, your face was red and completely covered in tears and leftover cum, your cunt was used and abused and your pussy lips and asshole were covered in fresh cum.

You gasped and shivered as She-Hulk pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator. You were shaking now and curling into a ball on your girlfriend’s bed, no care in the World for the ruined sheets beneath you.

She-Hulk placed her strap on on her nightstand and turned back into Jennifer. Your girlfriend now once again smaller and whiter, pulled you into her arms and cuddled you tightly.

“You did really well my Love. I hope you enjoyed it.”

You slowly looked up at her and nodded, too tired to even speak. Jennifer figured she’d let you relax a bit before she dragged you into the bathroom for some proper aftercare. Or she could turn into She-Hulk again and carry you there. But you didn’t care what happened next, just as long as you got to stay in your girlfriend’s arms.

[lesbianoms]

Oh to be a tiny with a giantess lover, in the midst of a heatwave, complaining about how hot it is… only to look over and see my gf downing a tall glass of ice cold water

As I watch the liquid disappear down her throat I begin to get flustered. Even from a distance I can hear the water entering her stomach, how the empty organ groans with relief as it’s filled up. It sloshes around and stirs up some bubbles. Her normally flat tummy has been slightly bloated round.

At this point she notices me admiring the view. She licks her lips and stares down at me, gingerly patting her belly and asking if I want in… but, of course, she already knows the answer.

She picks me up and dangles me over her cavernous maw. I watch wide-eyed with fascination as her glistening throat opens, ready to welcome my body into hers, and I anticipate the slimy feel of saliva as she lowers me onto her tongue.

I settle into her mouth and she begins gulping me down. I feel her warm throat tugging me, pulling me deep into a paradise of soft, wet gurgles and groans that echo loud enough to be heard from the slick slip-n-slide that is her esophagus~

She hums faintly as she traces the bulge I make, her face concentrated and her brow furrowed as she focuses on getting me down. I can’t see any of this, of course, but it’s nice to think that she puts in the work for me <33 makes a small preygirl feel special

When she finally hears that gllk~ and feels the lump in her throat disappear and the tightness loosen, she sighs with relief and pats her stomach, feeling a slight rumble as it welcomes me inside…

I sink down into her waterlogged gut, groaning in pleasure as I feel the refreshing cold envelop my form. It's like being in a big swimming pool… the walls are churning and they rock the cool water gently, as I relax and extend out my limbs to keep myself afloat. The sounds of her stomach are so soothing... a satisfied burp echoes around me as I feel the moist chamber move~

My giantess lover chuckles, flexing her tummy in a rolling motion. Slow, sultry waves ease against my body. My private pool sloshes loudly against the stomach walls. And as I bob up and down with the movements, I think to myself that I might stay in here for a long while...

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Untitled Celestial Goddess Snz Thing

I found the weird shit.

I wrote this sometime in 2018 while trying to figure out where I stood in terms of having a size/giantess/etc fetish. I've never been into the whole "giant character destroys stuff for sexual pleasure" thing and I'm still not, but I guess I decided to give it a go once lol. In hindsight I can still see my hesitance to really go all in on it. Dunno how else to describe it lol.

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The immaculate halls of the Seat of Divinity were haunted by the sound of emphatic weeping. The goddess Dielle lay in a heap on the floor, bawling into a handkerchief as her fellow goddess Kahelia tried in vain to comfort her. With great effort, Kahelia eventually managed to pull her friend away from the center of the room, and they sat side by side against the wall. Dielle remained incapable of speech for a moment longer, sobbing into Kahelia’s chest as the stoic goddess stroked her flowing golden hair, but eventually she managed to get a hold of herself.

“My galaxy…” whimpered Dielle, her breath hitching as she struggled to control her crying. “It was so young, with so much potential.”

“I know,” cooed Kahelia, stroking Dielle’s hair once more. “But, most of it’s still there, right?”

The goddesses looked each other in the eye, and Kahelia nearly panicked when she saw Dielle teeter on the edge of bawling again.

“But it’s not the same!” Dielle wailed, her mouth gaping pitifully. Kahelia frowned sympathetically and gave her friend a hug to keep her calm.

“It’s not, I know. But the good thing is it’s not all gone. You can fill the rest of it in, or even if you don’t, I bet it’ll still be full of life in just a few millennia.”

Dielle gently pulled back from Kahelia’s embrace and looked her in the eye once more. She sniffled and swallowed hard, earning another smile from her caretaker.

“You.. You mean it?”

“I do.”

Noticing that Dielle wasn’t making much use of her handkerchief, Kahelia carefully took it from her and shook it out. It was a bit damp from the goddess’s tears, but it was still just dry enough to be useful. Placing one hand on her friend’s shoulder, Kahelia raised the handkerchief to Dielle’s nose and gently cradled her nostrils.

“Now, let’s have a nice, big-”

Dielle didn’t wait for Kahelia to finish before taking a deep breath through her mouth in preparation. Kahelia smiled as her friend loudly blew her nose into the handkerchief. Dielle sniffled quietly while Kahelia folded the handkerchief over, and she closed her eyes as she felt the soft cloth wipe the underside of her nose.

“Thanks,” Dielle whispered, prompting Kahelia’s smile to widen. Dielle took a deep breath, and Kahelia could tell she was starting to nod off. Gently holding the other goddess’s shoulders, Kahelia slid away and helped Dielle lie down on her side. 

Kahelia stood and took a deep breath of her own. She was about to carry Dielle back to her chambers to get some proper rest, but the sound of footsteps approaching the foyer made her hesitate. Initially Kahelia paid no mind as she caught sight of Vesoi, but after thinking back on Dielle’s predicament, she felt compelled to confront her fellow goddess. Careful not to wake her friend, Kahelia swiftly stepped in front of Vesoi before she could depart.

“Hello, Vesoi,” Kahelia greeted, her voice low but hopefully not too accusatory. Vesoi simply blinked.

“Hello.”

“Did you, er… Hear what happened to Dielle?”

Vesoi sniffed lightly, her large nose twitching to the side.

“No.”

“Well, she, uh…” Kahelia hesitated, not quite sure how to break the news. “She just returned from visiting her newest galaxy, and part of it is completely gone. You… You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“I just said no,” Vesoi stated flatly. She sniffed again, this time bringing a finger up to her face to rub lightly under her nostrils. Kahelia placed her hands on her hips, but Vesoi spoke up before she could open her mouth again.

“Are you insinuating something?” asked Vesoi, her expression darkening ever so slightly. Kahelia felt a pang of fear run up her spine, and her theoretical accusations vanished.

“N-no, just… Please keep an eye out for anything strange, and let Dielle know if you see anything.”

Vesoi stared at Kahelia for just a moment longer, and then she gave a slight nod before continuing on her way. The foyer remained silent as Vesoi opened the front doors, and she didn’t bother to look back as she departed the Seat of Divinity. The goddess ran a hand through her short black hair, and then she began to stride through the cosmos, no particular destination in mind.

The goddess’s brow knitted and she rubbed a finger under her long, slender nostrils again. She knew why Kahelia was suspicious of her, and she was well aware that most of her fellow goddesses felt the same way. Eons ago, Vesoi was much like the rest of them. She was always so bright and cheerful, until completely by accident, she managed to inhale one of the solar systems she’d created with her own hands. The star and its planets tickled her nostrils just so, causing her to sneeze out whatever cosmic dust remained of them. Even after an eternity had passed, Vesoi still wasn’t quite sure why she found such pleasure in it.

Vesoi was desperate to induce another sneeze, to feel that ecstasy again, but no matter what she tried, she never managed to bring one forth. She began to obsess over it, drifting away from her peers. Goddesses who were once her closest friends now only greeted her in passing. Some were grateful that she regularly inhaled rogue planets and asteroids, but most opinions on Vesoi had become as singular as her ambitions.

Still, Vesoi had told Kahelia the truth. There were other goddesses far more wicked than she, those who had been banished from the Seat of Divinity for their misdeeds. Any of them could have been responsible for Dielle’s galaxy. Vesoi didn’t think herself malevolent: most of the time, she simply didn’t care. And yet, Dielle’s misfortune had given her an idea. She had never been so bold to try it before, not once in the millennia since she’d discovered her craving, but now she finally felt her willpower beginning to strain.

Careful not to disturb any of the vibrant galaxies her peers might be watching over, Vesoi journeyed to the farthest reaches of the universe. There were still galaxies to be found, but they were few and far between. Most had already been abandoned by the remaining goddesses, and all but a handful had grown pitifully dim and lifeless. Vesoi assured herself that no one would mind if she indulged herself in such a forgotten place.

Vesoi finally stopped as she arrived alongside the most remote galaxy she could find. It drifted away from her at an almost imperceptible speed as the universe continued its infinite expansion, but the goddess knew there was no escape. Vesoi cracked the faintest smile. Before she began, she brought her finger up to rub under her nostrils once again, taking in a deep sniff as the base of her nose squished from side to side. Then, unable to stand the wait any longer, Vesoi slowly leaned forward.

The goddess’s enormous nose hovered just above the edge of the galaxy, each planet no larger than a grain of sand by comparison. Vesoi closed her eyes, her long nostrils flaring in anticipation, and then she inhaled as sharply as she could. The solar systems directly below Vesoi’s nose were atomized in an instant. Their remains were effortlessly drawn up into the goddess’s nostrils, coating her nasal passages in an infinitesimally thin layer of cosmic dust. 

As the strength of Vesoi’s breath tapered slightly, the other celestial bodies she inhaled managed to retain their forms as they entered her nostrils. Planets and moons crashed against the goddess’s nose hairs, finally earning a reaction of some kind. Vesoi felt the slightest tickle in her nose, but it was far too little to bring her any excitement. 

Still, many planets and even a few stars remained. Most didn’t survive the forests of hair just inside Vesoi’s nostrils, but a handful just barely managed to slip through. The orphaned celestial bodies drifted deeper and deeper into the goddess’s nostrils, and they finally settled into her mucus membranes before reaching her throat.

Vesoi’s breath ended, and she allowed her eyes to flutter open. The galaxy before her reeled, its gravitational forces trying to correct for the damage, but its remains were swiftly blown away as the goddess let out a defeated sigh. After all that anticipation, she had nothing to show for it but a slight tingle in her nostrils. Vesoi knew she could have simply tried again with another abandoned galaxy, but her spirits were crushed. 

With a disappointed sniff, Vesoi rubbed her nose and started to make her way back to the Seat of Divinity. After just a few steps, however, she finally felt it. Something in her nostrils must have shifted when she sniffed: the tickle in her nose had been reignited. The goddess’s eyes began to flutter lazily, and her lips parted as she drew in a whispery “Aahh…” For a moment Vesoi felt tempted to rub her nose again, but she managed to stop herself before she drove the tickling away. A chill ran up her spine as she took another breath, and her knees pressed together as a primal urge took hold of her.

“Ahh… Ah-Ahh-Ahhh…”

Vesoi gasped for breath again, her shoulders tensing with each inhalation. Her head tipped back, her mouth hung open, and her nostrils flared wildly as she stood frozen in place for a brief moment. And then…

“AHHH-CHOOOOO!!!”

The goddess bent forward at the waist, the force of the sneeze fully in control of her body. Eons worth of cosmic dust sprayed forth from her nostrils, forming a glittering cloud in front of her face. By the time Vesoi opened her eyes, the stray particles had already began to collect themselves into planets and stars, well on their way to forming a new galaxy. The goddess smiled, placing her finger back under her nostrils once more to rub back and forth. However, it wasn’t the galaxy that brought her pleasure.

The sneeze had felt just as wonderful as Vesoi remembered, if not more so. Barely able to contain her joy, the goddess took a deep breath and smiled brightly. There were plenty of lifeless galaxies left for her in the outer reaches of the universe, and as far as Vesoi was concerned, there was no need to stop there.

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If you made it to the end, "I'm sorry" and/or "you're welcome" as appropriate.

[predatorgirlguts]

bing bong magic spell of thinking about immense size gap romances

Cat offering her paws to her mouse lover, letting mouse gently step onto her pawpads and then lifting her up to sweetly rub noses against each other. Mouse stretching her arms out all the way to rub both of Cat's cheeks, scratching under her chin and showering every square inch of her face with little pecks, making Cat barely restrain giggles as Mouse's tiny whiskers tickle her nose

A human sliding down her giantess lover's hair, running her hands through each strand, entire ropes and coils she's slipping her fingers through, admiring them while her lover breathes with her cheek to the ground in front of her

Dating a mech suit or starship, some massive mechanical creature with tight corridors and rooms intended for maintenance work you can squeeze through, under yellow and black WARNING stickers and past pipes, literally inside your lover as she waits for you to emerge, unable to feel you but carrying and enveloping you in the most literal of ways

A gargantuan eldritch galaxy goddess, who has seen stars and universes born and dying, deciding that you, the tiny speck of sand in the infinite cosmos, are the one she loves the most. Maybe she loves a normal human who can never see her, but constantly feels her influence as she pulls strings to make their life better, or maybe her lover traverses out into the depths of space to come face to face with her form, vast and terrifying, so it may finally show them her affection

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 4: My New Neighbor

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 4: My New Neighbor

I woke up Sunday morning and just stared at my ceiling for the first few minutes, debating if I would rather go back to sleep or get out of bed. My stomach decided for me, as I felt a pang of hunger rumble out from my abdomen. With a groan, I turned over to unplug my phone, checking the time to see I slept 12hr, it was already 11:30am. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched a little bit before swinging my legs over the bedside and standing with a few cracking joints. While scrolling through my notifications, I see I received a text from the Building Manager, Marcus, the guy who gave me the tour a little over a month ago. “Friendly reminder to make sure you introduce yourself to your new neighbor, they’re completely moved in as of yesterday!😁👍” Marcus was a good guy, always seems like he is looking out for me. He’s even brought me my mail from the lobby when the mail carrier couldn’t open my mailbox. Any other Building Manager would have just kept it at the front desk until I asked about it. I decided that today would be the day I introduce myself to the new guy in the building, but first I needed to look presentable.

I ate, got ready & did my hair, all the while mentally preparing to meet the neighbor I would have for at least a year. I gave myself a little pep talk, reminding myself of the common interests we might share “Sports, cars, music, outdoors…Okay I got this!” I said out loud to no one but myself. I check myself one last time in the mirror, totally not stalling for time as I repeat “Sports, cars, music, outdoors. Sports, cars, music, outdoors….” Eventually, I find myself at the human-sized doorway that leads into the giant side of the apartment. I stood at what felt like a threshold, gathering the nerve to knock. As I lifted my fist towards the door, I noticed a button on the wall next to the door I hadn’t seen before. It was just a small and round white button, over it was a little sign saying “Ring for Unit 2”. That makes sense, no giant is going to hear a Human knocking at this tiny door. With a shaking finger, I press the button to hear a doorbell ringing on the other side. I tentatively waited for any sound, praying he wasn’t home right now. I wouldn’t mind considering this practice for the real deal, I would be comfortable trying again, later. But, so my luck would have it, I hear my Unit Partner on the other side of the door get up and buzz me in, just like the apartment entrance way. I almost did not grab the knob in time to open the door, I froze momentarily as the buzzing sound filled my own apartment. Ever so gently I crack the door open and peek my head inside to see an enormous living space. I finally open the door fully and can’t help but look around like I was in a different world completely. I have been in integrated areas before, but nothing like this. The furniture was to scale for a giant, the appliances, the decor…it was exactly like my apartment’s layout, except colossal in size. After my eyes got their fill, I called out “Hellooo?” I said with hands cupped around my mouth, hoping to make myself known. Being on the floor of a strange giant’s apartment was no easy task & not for the faint of heart…so I wondered why I agreed to participate in this program at all. I felt them coming before I heard them. The footsteps reverberated throughout the unit, so I opted to stay close to my door, ready to run back in should a stray foot not notice me here. I watched the hallway area as the footsteps became closer. “I’m coming!” called a voice back to me. “Not a man” I thought to myself, that voice was definitely female. I kept my eyes on the entrance to the hallway to see a giantess, 80ft tall who I unfortunately recognized as the giantess from last night. I felt my stomach drop & heart start racing. Quickly I did what I could to cover my face, cursing whatever God set me up like this. I needed to get the hell out of here, but it was too late. Her shadow descended upon me like a hawk on a mouse and there was no backing out now. 

“You’re my Unit Partner, right?” She asks with a warm smile, the same kind she offered to me last night before I completely disrespected her. She hasn’t noticed it was me yet from all the way up there & I was hoping she would stay up there. “It is a pleasure to meet you!” She said  as she offered me a deep bow as a sign of respect.  I returned the bow, the words stuck in my throat, I couldn’t muster the strength. After a moment of keeping my head down in a bow, I looked back up at her as she remained bent over with a smile. At that moment we made eye contact and I saw her eyes change as she recognized me. I felt my body go cold and I felt nauseous as she said one simple word: “YOU!” She says, standing straight and pointing down at me. “YOU’RE my Unit Partner?” I swallowed back the vomit I felt creeping up my throat and nodded. I offered a crooked and weak smile “Yep…Nice to meet you…” I said meekly. She folds her arms and starts walking even closer to me. I grabbed the doorknob ready to make a quick exit. “Relax.” She says, watching me reach for the door. “I'm not going to kill you. I'm just coming down there to talk to you” She says as she takes a seat on the hardwood floor. Her descent to the floor made me have to brace the handle a little as the flooring shook. As she sat, I could feel myself calm down a bit. Not having her 80ft frame towering over me would make this first meeting a lot easier on my nerves. 

I slowly let go of the doorknob and turned to face her again, still struggling to find the words I desperately needed. “So, you’re the asshole who I am stuck with for a year. How great for me that I get to partner with a racist.” She said, referring to last night & I winced at the memory. I felt shameful as I was reminded of my actions & words from yesterday. I took a few steps forward & away from the door “Hey. About that? I'm sorry. That wasn't cool, I know you were trying to help. I just got overwhelmed. All the shit from yesterday piled up & got the better of me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you.” I looked up to see if I could read her thoughts through her facial expression, but she did not give me much to work with, her face remained stoic & placid. I remind myself to maintain a calm & cool demeanor like I promised myself earlier. I figured I owed her a little more than a weak apology. “It wasn't a race thing, you could have been anybody or anything & I still would have snapped. I was overwhelmed with almost being mugged & being booed at and…I don’t know… I let it all get to me. You were just the closest thing to a target to vent all my frustrations out on. Do you think we can start over?” I asked with a shrug, looking up at her dark brown eyes, which still glared at me. 

I watched her contemplate everything I said and slowly nod “Sure, we can start over I guess. I mean, who hasn’t been overwhelmed or had a bad day? I am willing to look past it if you agree never to talk to me like that again.” Her tone really shot through me there, feeling a bit like a threat. I nodded and gave a laugh ”Now that you know where I live, I don’t think it would be smart for me to do that again, would it?” I say in a desperate attempt to appease her better nature. I got a small smirk from her as I finally felt my shoulders drop a bit as the tension in the room subsided. I decided I would try & continue the role of ‘polite roommate.’ “I’ll get us started. I’m Cain, your Unit Partner, pleased to meet you.” I say with an over exaggerated bow, looking up to her with a cheesy smirk. I watch her deeply bow back to me from where she sat “The pleasure is mine Cain. My name is Vi, short for Hillevia, the name I never wish to be called!” She said with a sense of humor lacing her words. “I’ll make a mental note of that, Vi.” Suddenly a lul in the conversation made an appearance, but I was prepared for this. With overzealous confidence I asked “So, do you like music, cars, sports or the outdoors?” as though I was a kindergartener reciting lines for a bad school play. Vi held back a laugh “What, you practice that in your mirror?” she asked sarcastically with a raised brow, not expecting me to confirm that joke as fact. My face flushed a deep red color as I squeaked out “Maybe once or twice…” I could feel my face fluster in embarrassment. 

After a while, the conversation moved into Vi asking questions to get to know me better. I told her about my hobbies & interests, focusing on my passion for music for the most part. She was a good listener, I will give her that. She even let me tell my middle school talent show story from start to finish. For a moment, I had forgotten I was talking to a giant. She was so quiet and just let me go on & on for about 20 minutes, until I noticed her rubbing her back. I then realized I was dominating the conversation while she was still sitting on the floor. With an almost staggering realization, I apologized for rambling. “I just realized you are still sitting on the floor. I can always wrap it up?” I offered to at least give her the relief of finding a supportive chair. Vi nodded “Yea, sitting on the floor is not the most comfortable for me. If you wanted, I could bring you to the coffee table or something?” She turned and pointed to a coffee table that was easily 20-feet tall, much taller than I would be able to reach. She turned back to me, offering to pick me up & onto the coffee table to continue our conversation. My nerves froze me in place. I could feel the anxiety rising in my stomach & my back stiffen, as if I was about to climb onto a roller coaster. Except, I liked roller coasters, they were safer than riding in a giant’s palm. I did what I could to be polite when declining the offer, so as to not offend her. “T-that’s alright, I was going to mention I have to get going anyways, otherwise I would blabber all day.” I played it cool, trying not to give her the wrong impression of me. I already fucked up my first impression, I did not want to fuck up my do-over. Vi shrugged and moved to stand “That’s alright, I get it. I have a lot of unpacking to do and I am taking any distraction I can to stall.” The wave of relief I felt in that moment paired with her mention of stalling the unpacking actually made me give a sigh of relief and a small laugh. “I don’t envy that unpacking. I’ll see you around then?” I asked as I walked towards the door into my apartment. “I’ll be around” she said with a smile, waiving ‘goodby’ while watching me leave her apartment. 

As I closed the door behind me, I felt a sense of pride being able to have a conversation with one of them so well. I felt hopeful about rooming with this Vi lady. She didn’t seem too bad so far. If I can keep my interactions with her to a minimum, I should be good. 

[dross-the-fish]

Victor and Adam building the Bride

One change I made to Adam's backstory that deviates from canon is that I chose to have him and Victor work on the bride together. I wanted to deepen the sense of betrayal that came with Victor's decision to destroy the bride and doing that without totally demonizing Victor is proving a challenge. Especially given that I chose to write this drabble from Victor's POV. Idk i think the first person perspective makes him less sympathetic because it reveals a lot of his inherent biases. I may write a part 2 to this or a separate drabble from Adam's perspective but I wanted to step into Victor's shoes for a bit just to explore the scene.

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I had been walking down the street when the large, graceless, hand dragged me into the shadows of the dank London alley. I nearly screamed but caught myself when I realized that it was only the fiend, lurking in the shadows and hiding his dreadful countenance from view. I could feel my anger rise at the sight of him. He’d attempted to dress himself this time, somewhere he had stolen a coat cut in the same style as my own but several inches too short for him and a ragged shirt. Since he’d begun dogging my steps in England, he’d started to tie back his hair as well...

...In the same fashioned which I bound mine, with a ribbon he had stolen from me. I knew he was hoping that I would remark on it, he often tried to incite me to speak to him, even if it was only to hurl abuses at his person.  

This infuriated me to no end, he seemed determined to fashion himself my son and while we had struck a tenuous truce to build his mate, I had made it abundantly clear that when we had done with our distasteful task he was to vanish from my life forever. He was an audacious thing. I had learned that to give him an inch was to yield a mile. He had tried, once, during our toiling to gather materials from fresh graves, to call me “father” and I had responded with violence, lashing out and striking him across his chest with my fist. I reminded him of William, my poor brother, and bade him remember that I was not helping him by choice. He had fallen silent, watching me with his hateful eyes burning in the dark as we continued to dig.

He could not know how repulsive the word was to me. As I took in his evil face now, shrouded by the shadows of the filthy alley, I could still see the traces of the beauty I had tried to bestow. His black hair was rich and thick; the fine structure of his bones lent him an almost handsome cast with the darkness concealing the worst of his features. It was as if for a moment I could see a vision of my work as I had meant it. How miserable a thing it was to know. To see my dream reflected in the waking nightmare of his flesh! I had sought to make him in my own image, as God had made Adam, but the perverse wretch before me resembled more the daemon serpent than he did any man.

I had braced myself for him to speak but still I could not resist a shudder at the sound. Rough, harsh and low, there was no music in it. His voice was as ugly and malicious as the rest of him.

“I have found her skull, there was a giantess in a nearby village. Deformed from birth and growing in size until she passed away. Her family abandoned her for her defects. She need not fear such from me,” his voice became tender "no I will embrace her for she will be perfect in my eyes,” he produced the skull, a thick and misshapen thing, for me to inspect “It should be big enough that you needn’t modify it as you did mine,” he gnashed his white teeth. Large and straight. I had bleached and filed down the teeth of horses to create the grimace that now twisted his face.

He turned the skull in his hands and caressed it gently, gazing at it as though he were already looking into the face of a lover. Unable to bear the look of longing in his eyes I turned away, feeling strangely as though I were intruding on an intimate moment. Disturbingly I found myself almost moved to sympathy by his plight. He was, admittedly, more capable of thought and feeling that I had attributed him.

“What will we name her?” he asked so softly I wondered if he was even speaking to me.

I turned and rushed from the alley as though I had not heard him. I had not granted a name to the creature and I had no intention of thusly attaching myself to his bride by means of naming her. She would be no more my daughter than he my son. It must be enough for all of us that I allow them to set off in the world together and they in turn would do no harm to mankind. We must, none of us, ask for more than that of each other.

I confess that perhaps I might have been more agreeable to the task of naming her if I were not already committed to the chore of making her as loathsome in appearance as he was. As it was, I had none of the enthusiasm left for the process of creation. It was one thing to fail in my creation of first creature but to intentionally build the second with the intent of replicating that failure was a nearly unbearable thought.

Having finally gathered the materials, we met again some days later on a small island off of the Scottish coast. My unwelcome companion did not share my low spirits for he took to his part of our labors with childlike eagerness. Despite my hostility he asked questions constantly. His curiosity was insatiable! he devoured medical tome after medical tome and still demanded more. Always with him there was a need for more. The depths of his greed unnerved me for nothing seemed enough to content him. Frequently he grew frustrated with my inability to go without sleep. He himself never seemed to sleep and would continue to work long after I went to bed and be at the table still in the morning when I woke. Sometimes there would be a plate of food waiting though this I would not touch for I did not like to think of his hands preparing my meals. If he was offended, he expressed it only by glowering at me.

Frustrating as he undoubtedly found me, I admit I also found his company grating for he spoke either too much or too little. One moment a rapid fire of questions and wheedling, then the next icy silence. Out of the corner of his eye he would glare at me and I would start to feel guilt for my harshness towards him. I needed often to remind myself that he was a murderer and had threatened to kill again. It was under this sense duress that I worked alongside of him, nothing more.

I disliked also how much affection he seemed to hold for the unborn female creature. As she began to take shape on the table he would, for want of conversation with me, speak to her. He seemed to have formed in his mind an image of a private world where they two of them would dwell like the first man and woman in a garden of their own making. He made her promises to fill her life with love and beauty and even once, kissed her. It filled me with dread to see his devotion. I had had doubts but now they were becoming fears. What if she resented him? What if she was discontent to be his bride, having been given no other choice from birth? Unbidden my mind turned to Elizabeth. My poor adopted sister who wanted so much to travel and to pursue an education but never could for her life had been written out for her before she’d even been old enough to understand that there would be no choices.

Indeed, I did not relish the thought. If this female creature was kind and gentle then I was damning her to a life alone with a cruel, brutish, monster as her only company. If she displeased him, would he kill her, as he had William? If he was capable of harming a child would he not also be capable of harming his own bride?

What if she rejected him and thus two such hateful creatures would be loosed upon the world? Sowing destruction at every turn and being twice the blight upon mankind for their increased number.

What if they fell in love? What if they started a new race? Their progeny could not be held to a promise of benevolence. In time mankind might be overtaken if they grew too large in number.

The more I thought, the more I knew that no good could come of my completion of the female creature. But what choice had I anymore except to yield to my creature’s demands?