She was a tall woman even when he was full-sized, commanding in a way that hinted at cruelty, now, she was something else entirely, a looming, living force. A giant goddess. 

He hid himself against the toilet. There came another footstep. Then the light flicked on with a loud click. 

The sudden illumination was unbearable, a blinding wash that turned the ceramic expanse into a harshly glowing cliff-face. Daniel recoiled, eyes screwed shut against the light, arms over his head. He somehow suppressed the urge to groan. When he dared to open them again, his vision was kaleidoscopic, white ghosts swimming across his eyes. Then a shadow loomed across the floor nearby. 

A massive bare foot slammed down just inches before his hiding spot. It landed with a fleshy ‘thud’ which made him nearly jump out of his skin. The pale skin of the giant foot was veined, a slight callus forming on the heel. The giant toenails were immaculate, painted a rich pink. The foot was close enough for Daniel to see the fine whorls of her toeprints, the slight glisten of moisture on her instep. He could smell her foot from here, wrinkling his nose, a cheesy musky smell. 

The hem of a long cotton nightdress slid down her thighs, caught momentarily at her hips, and then floated to the floor, puddling into a soft heap like a collapsed parachute. He stared at them in dread, knowing what was about to follow. 

Her panties followed, high-waisted, and laced. They descended slowly, revealing the soft, vulnerable underside of her buttocks and the pronounced, pale line of her hip. When he caught sight of the bottom fleshy lips of her pussy and tufts of pubic hair he looked away. He didn't want to watch. But the scene unfolded above him like a slow, inescapable eclipse.

He turned his face toward the wall, but in the periphery, he still caught it, the descent of fabric, the flex of her thighs. She was immense and so utterly unaware of him that her body existed without censorship. 

The panties unceremoniously dropped, forming a second blanket around her ankles. From Daniel’s vantage point, the fabric looked like a sail that had fallen onto the sea. The cotton was thick and coarse as canvas. 

A vaguely floral scent, dulled by the day’s wear, wafted towards him, mingled with sweat and… then he caught the whiff of her musk. The smell of her from between her legs. He choked on it, as he saw the stain of vaginal discharge on her underwear. It was not just from disgust but from dread at being so close to the discarded intimacies of a giant woman who would crush him without a second thought.

He looked up, without meaning to, but drawn by horror.

Her bare calf rose before him like a pale marble column, subtly shadowed, tapering into the steep swell of thigh and hip. He could not see her face from where he crouched behind the porcelain of the toilet, but the scale of her body was overwhelming.

Her flesh moved with the casual authority of someone entirely at home, unguarded, and unaware of his presence. He was a voyeur against his will, trapped in a moment too large for his senses to fully comprehend.