Myo

Consciousness returned to Myo slowly. He stayed on that knife’s edge between sleep and wakefulness for some time, not feeling much of anything beyond a general warmth, as if he were mummified in an amazingly soft blanket. He didn’t feel any of his aches or pains, and though he hadn’t eaten in hours, he didn’t even feel the hunger that followed him through most of his life.

And then he felt the giant fingers run through his hair. It all came back to him in that instant; the beatings, the cage… the giantess.

He opened his eyes to find her staring right at him. She continued to stroke his hair idly, the corner of her lips curled into a sly smile. He instinctively tried to scramble back from her, but found he couldn’t move his limbs. She was holding him very tightly. He looked up at her again, and she was still smiling. Then his eyes lowered, and he realized that she wasn't holding him in her other hand. 

She’s trapped me in her cleavage!?

Myo knew he should still be scared, terrified, even. Yet his heart wasn’t racing as it had before, and the sensation of her skin against his nakedness was just as arousing as it was frightening. Myo could feel his prick hardening against his will, pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. The giantess’s gaze wasn’t helping, and he found himself noticing more and more about her appearance that he had missed in the terror of their meeting. 

Thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders, tangled in places around stray stalks of hay. Her lips were plush and such a dark purple that neared on black. Her nose was thin, somewhat long, but not unattractive. Her eyebrows were long and dark, framing strikingly large eyes. Myo couldn't tell what color they were in this darkness, but her gaze held him still, and he couldn't look away. 

He had to admit to himself that, despite her frightening size, she really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Feeling better now? Are you comfortable?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice, as if she hadn’t nearly scared the life out of him earlier.

Lost for words, Myo simply nodded. 

“I thought so.” She withdrew her hand, but not her smile. Her voice had none of the volume and menace she’d used earlier to frighten him. She sounded much softer now, more feminine, though the sheer size of her rendered her voice much deeper than that of any woman he’d ever heard. “Have you a name, little one?”

He nodded again before realizing that was not a satisfactory answer. “Myo.”

“Myo. Cute. I’d say it suits you; a little name for a little man. My name is Surabi. I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, captivity does not agree with me, and it’s put me into a rather foul mood. You can understand that, can’t you, Myo?” She plunged a hand into her vast cleavage and pulled out a strip of leather, dangling it in front of him as if she were waiting for his response.

After a moment he realized she was holding his slave collar. 

She reached one massive hand towards Myo, and he couldn’t help but flinch. But instead of striking him, she placed one finger under his chin and gently, yet firmly, tilted his head up to meet her gaze. “There’s no need to be frightened of me, not anymore. I won’t hurt you, little Myo.” She stroked the underside of his chin with one massive finger, as one might do with a pet. “Quite the opposite, actually. I want to help you.”

Myo was automatically suspicious of that, no one ever wanted to help him. “Why? Why would you want to help me?” he asked. 

“Why would you want to help me, Surabi?” she corrected him with a smirk.

“Why would you want to help me, Surabi?” he repeated, lacking the will to resist her games.

Surabi regarded him for a few moments with a pensive look on her face, as though she were carefully deciding how to phrase her answer, or perhaps how much honesty to answer with. 

“What do you see when you look at me, Myo?” she asked, resting her shackled hands on the vast shelf of tit-flesh behind him.

Myo wasn’t sure what kind of answer she was expecting from him, but, in his position, the very last thing he wanted to do was upset her. “I, uhh, I see a, um, a very beautiful woman.” he answered, lamely, like a frightened diplomat.

Surabi smiled at that and shook a matted lock of hair behind her head, seemingly enjoying the flattery. “You see a giant, yes? A huge scary, beautiful giant that you’re still afraid will eat you if you answer incorrectly.”

She was right, but Myo felt he had to deny that anyway. Yet before he could say anything in his defense, Surabi simply held one manacled palm up for him to stay silent, and he obeyed.

“Be not afraid, Myo, but please, do not interrupt. You must understand, to you I am a giant, but to me, it is your people who are all very small. I am not some monster from your stories, come down from the mountains to eat your crops and livestock. I am a prisoner, like you, captured by these vile savages somewhere along the eastern coast of this continent.” Her jaw clenched in anger, perhaps reliving the indignities of her capture. 

He never could have imagined someone as big and strong as her being treated like this, like property. And yet, here she was, shackled, and locked away. Myo felt a pang of sympathy, but would not risk interrupting and potentially drawing her ire.

After a few moments she collected herself, took a deep breath, and continued, “My people are the Wendal. We are much like your kind, but different in certain ways. Amongst my countrywomen I was merely a head taller than average. You would have been an especially small specimen of male, less than half the average height.”

Myo could hardly believe his ears. An entire country of giant women?! Are they all as busty as her? But he wasn’t nearly bold enough to ask such a question, so he just kept on listening.

“Our lands lie far to the south, across the great Tethys Ocean.” Surabi lifted her arm as if she meant to gesture towards the south, but dropped it quickly with a sigh, having no way to tell where south was from this dark cage. “In my home, I held a greatly respected position in the Queendom of Khutulu. For this, I was chosen to join in a diplomatic expedition to this continent. From what I have learned of your tongue from our scholars, you have words for those who make potions—alchemist, apothecary—and words for healers, like a doctor. Yes? Yet, as far as I’m aware, there is no single word in your language for my station, that of the Mammun. A Mammun is a healer, and yet so much more than that. She must be expert in the workings of living things, both animal and plant, as well as the substances that animate us. That is chemistry. Do you understand?”

Myo took a moment, then nodded. He did not fully understand what she meant about living things and substances, but he was fascinated nonetheless by all this talk of giant women, somewhat less giant men, and unknown lands on the other side of the world. He was desperate to hear more.

“Good.” Surabi continued, “Well, after you fell unconscious and I could see that you were no threat to me, I did what any healer would do,” she reached into her cleavage and gently pulled the rest of his body out into the open air, deposited him atop her breasts and smiled, “I healed you.” 

Removed from her warmth, the rush of cold air caused Myo to reflexively cover his privates with his hands. But he forgot all about modesty once he saw the condition of his arms. 

They’re… fine? 

“How did you…?”

The myriad of sores and scabs from the manacles he had worn in the slave cart were gone. Even the bruises from the beatings he had endured mere hours ago had cleared, leaving behind plain, unblemished skin that was no longer sore to the touch. Touching his face confirmed that his black eye and busted lip had also healed. Myo had never seen such potent magics before, and as he gazed up at Surabi his existing awe at her towering physical form and beauty was now supplemented by a newfound respect for her mystic powers far beyond his comprehension.

A witch? A giant witch?

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He got down on his knees and bowed with as much reverence as he could summon. The motion sent ripples across her tits, but they held firm, hardly deforming under his weight.

She smiled at him, and this time Myo could feel the warmth from her gaze as well as her body. “Your thanks are appreciated, but it is your help that I need. What you’ve experienced is but a small taste of my power. The mending of skin is one of the simplest techniques of my art, young Myo. I can do so much more for you, but not in this cell. I’ve healed your bruises, yes, but I can’t stop those savages from giving you new ones. Compared to your kind, my strength is considerable, yet much as it pains me to admit, I cannot break through the bars, and I can’t remove these,” she lifted her arms and rattled the manacled wrists against each other, “by myself.” She dropped her arms back to her sides and returned his gaze. “But with your help, perhaps we could both go free.”

Myo felt like the proverbial mouse that was saved by the lion and expected to return the favor. Each of those steel manacles must have weighed more than he did. How can I possibly free her? He despaired at the thought. 

Then he looked down at his arms that were no longer scarred from captivity, all thanks to Surabi, and his self doubt gave way to guilt. How could I refuse to at least try and repay this goddess? He couldn’t, so he didn’t.

“How can I help?”

Surabi grinned, and lifted Myo up to her face, planting one massive kiss over his lips, and a significant portion of his face. “Mwah! Good boy!” He was simultaneously startled by the sudden motion, proud to receive her approval, and also aroused by her affections. He couldn't believe he'd just shared his first kiss, and not with the equally unimpressive peasant girl he’d always assumed she'd be, but with this towering colossus of a woman. A beautiful, giant, powerful witch had just kissed him.

Surabi set him down on the ground and began to rummage around in the hay, searching for something. He watched her arms ripple with the power of those huge muscles, and wondered how such strong limbs could have ever been chained to begin with.

After a few moments she turned back and deposited a few objects at his feet. Among them were his clothes, a roughspun sack, a guard’s whip, and a knife.

“Get dressed. Now.” She ordered. 

Myo didn’t need to be told twice. He put his clothes back on, and slipped the knife under his crude hempen belt.

“Now, listen carefully. If we are to do this you must follow my instructions exactly.” 

“I will,” he promised.

“First, I must know of your capabilities. Can you hide?”

“Yes.” Myo could definitely do that, he’d been hiding from people that wanted to hurt him his whole life.

Surabi smiled down at him. “Good. You are very small, that should make you harder to find. The guards cannot know we are working together, and they cannot know that I have healed you, it would raise too many questions. If they catch you they will beat you, or worse, and neither of us will ever walk freely again. You must stay out of sight, and leave camp now, under cover of darkness. Stay nearby, but out of sight of patrols.”

“I can do that.”

“I believe you can. Now, this next part is crucial; tell me, what do you know of herb lore, of the local plants?”

That stumped Myo. “Ummm… well, nothing really. My family were farmers, but I only know millet, and barley. I’m not from this desert either… I’ve never seen plants like these before.” He slumped, disappointed in himself for being such a disappointment. As usual.

“Shhhh, that’s okay.” She reassured him. “ It’s not critical that you know exactly what to find. Simply harvest samples of as many different desert plants as you can find, and stuff them into that sack. Once you’ve gotten as many as you can carry safely, without being spotted, return to me, and I will see if they have any properties that could help us escape. Then we can plan our next move.”

He had no idea how she intended to figure out what plants were useful, nor what possible uses they could have for them in this cage, but he was more concerned with survival. “How will I get past the guards?” asked Myo. He was understandably reluctant to leave the protection of his new guardian behind.

“Once you are outside I will create a distraction, and you should be able to slip away into the brush, unnoticed.”

She raised up into a crouched position—still unable to stand completely upright in the cramped cave—and tore out some dirt around the hole in the ceiling. Huge clumps of dust filled the air, and Myo stifled a cough. After a few moments of digging, she looked down at him, the back at the hole and nodded, seemingly satisfied with its new dimensions.

Surabi handed the whip to Myo. “What’s this for?”

“Tie it to something outside, so you can climb back down on your own. Once it’s tied, shake it to let me know you’re ready, and I will distract the guards. Can you do that?” 

“I can.”

“Good. Return to me alive and they will never beat you again. But if you fail, we both die here.” 

Myo nodded, “I won’t let you down, I promise.” She smiled down at him, and Myo beamed at the attention. It felt good to make her smile, to be important to someone, especially someone so powerful and beautiful. 

“Goddesses protect you, my champion.”

And with that, Surabi lifted him with one hand around his waist up, and up towards the skylight. His limbs scuffed against dirt walls on his way up, yet he didn’t complain as she continued to push him to freedom. Finally, at the end of her reach he managed to grab ahold of an exposed root, and pulled himself up. After a moment to check he was in the clear, he tied the whip to a bush right next to the hole and dropped it through.

Not a moment later he heard Surabi roaring and bashing against the bars of her cage. The sound set off alarms everywhere, causing frightened guards to frantically drop their usual posts to reinforce the cage entrance, spears drawn. It was all hands on deck to ensure the giantess did not escape and go on a bloody rampage.

Myo hesitated for a few moments, somewhat reluctant to leave Surabi in the hands of so many armed guards. But he reminded himself that this was her plan, and he obeyed. He scurried down the hill, opposite to where the guards were assembling, climbed through a gap in the wall, and dove into the brush.

His heart was pounding with adrenaline, both thrilled and terrified at what he'd just done. He took a minute to catch his breath, and tried to listen for any sounds of pursuit. The panicked shouting of guardsmen seemed much more distant now, and Myo was pretty sure he hadn’t been seen. Exhilarated, Myo hurried off to complete his mission.

It was tricky figuring out what to harvest with only the meager light of the skybelt, the stars, and the moon, and a waxing crescent moon at that. First Myo blindly plucked leaves and tore out grasses. He cut off parts of several different cacti, doing his best to also collect the fruits and flowers without pricking himself on the thorns. Then he wondered if the thorny parts might also be worth gathering, so he lopped off a couple cactus limbs just to be on the safe side. Myo ended up with only three thorns in his arm, not a very high price compared to the beatings and starvation that had dominated his life these past few weeks.

Every few paces brought him to another new plant, and another sample for Surabi. He never would have imagined there could be so many different species of plants in the desert of all places, yet he kept finding more and more varieties.

The strangest plant he found looked like a bunch of evenly placed poles sticking out from the ground. Perhaps some sort of desert bamboo? It took him several minutes to cut through one with his knife, but once he'd sawed through the outside he discovered the stalks were hollow, and filled with a white sap which could be a useful property, whatever that meant. 

Myo had no idea what all of these plants could possibly do, but Surabi had insisted. Whatever her plan was, it required these plants, and he wasn’t about to second guess someone her size. He remembered she said something about the substances of life. Whatever she had in mind must require a number of different living things. Maybe they were ingredients for a spell that could break her out of that cage, or some kind of potion that would allow her to slip out of her manacles? Truly, all he knew about magic was that she had used it to heal him, and that was enough for him.

Though a part of him wondered if he was being manipulated, or if her concern for him was genuine. He had no experience with women caring about him, or even pretending to care about him. It was hard for him to imagine this stranger cared more about him than anyone in his former village, including his own parents.

Granted Surabi was far from a normal woman, and his parents were more than willing to sell him into slavery. Perhaps his standards for human decency were on the lower end, or maybe she’s different because she isn’t truly human.

But what if Surabi had bewitched me?

She’d already demonstrated incredible healing powers. Mind control, or some subtle influence wasn't that far fetched. In Fey stories, the beautiful ones were the most dangerous, and there was no denying she was a great beauty. A great, great, great, enormous beauty, with boobs wider than wagon wheels.

Fuckin hells, those breasts!

As far as he could remember, Myo had never touched a pair of breasts since his infancy. Hell, he couldn't even be sure his own mother had breastfed him.

She probably thought it would be a waste of good milk.

Surabi would have had no such qualms. She had placed him in her cleavage to keep him warm, and let him lie atop her breasts just so they could converse at a more equal level. She'd made no effort to hide her body from him, and his memories of her ultra-voluptuous form kept cycling through his mind. Myo found he couldn't stop thinking about her. Nineteen years of pent up lust finally had a target, and he was defenseless; a stranger to both infatuation and acts of kindness.

Maybe I really am the mouse with the lion, or lioness in this case.

He hoped. That fable ended well for both the mouse and the lion, why not for Myo and Surabi? He tried not to delude himself about any potential romance, there was no way she could really find him attractive. The mental image of being intimate with Surabi was too arousing for Myo to focus on his task, so he did his best to banish those thoughts and keep his mind on the desert life around him.

How would that even work anyway? She's so much bigger than me, like a draft horse next to a miniature donkey. Surabi would probably need a man with parts bigger than my whole body. 

It was only after several hours of walking around and cutting plants that he realized that he wasn't the least bit hungry, though he hadn't eaten all day. On the contrary, he felt more energized than ever before.

It must have been her healing spells.

The thought gave him renewed hope. It was another demonstration of her power to strengthen him, just like she had said; proof of a magical bargain that was not a secret trap for gullible humans.

Myo wasn't sure how much longer he had until the sun came up, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, the sack was getting full. Navigating back would be no trouble, even under the moonlight he could still see a plume of smoke that must have been the outpost. 

He was careful to not make a sound on his way back, stepping around dead branches and stepping shallowly so he wouldn't kick up clouds of dust and give away his position. The last thing Myo wanted was for a guard to misidentify him as a wild animal and try to spear him, or correctly identify him as a wild slave, and try to spear him.

Yet just before Myo made it past the outpost’s unfinished outer walls, he caught sight of one last plant he hadn't collected from. It was a very wide bush, with light bark and small pale leaves that both seemed abnormally bright in the dark of night. Where he touched the bark his hand came away red and itchy. He scratched at the marks for far too long, nearly drawing blood before he managed to stop himself. Though unpleasant, that definitely seemed like a property of interest. He set the bag down at his feet and went about peeling strips of bark, holding his knife by the blade and the handle to avoid touching anymore of the bark.

Satisfied that he had sampled enough plants, Myo tied the sack and and crossed the final hundred paces through the gap in the wall, and back to the hill that Surabi was trapped within. 

Once Myo found the opening he tossed the sack into the darkness, and began to climb down, down to his shackled protector.

“You did very well,” Surabi seemed pleased at his offering of assorted plant parts. Myo was just happy he hadn’t gotten caught sneaking back in. 

The giantess began sorting them into separate piles with her manacled hands. Myo was surprised at the deftness and precision of her movements, especially given the sheer size of her hands, and the encumbering weight of the iron restraints. Once Surabi had sorted through them, she began to inspect the samples more carefully. First smelling, then tasting each plant type in an orderly fashion.

Finally, Surabi arrived at the plant with the odd bark. After tasting a small piece she spit it out immediately, then looked down at Myo. “Did you touch this one?” She asked, her tone and expressions conveyed a great deal of concern. 

Myo nodded, and glanced down at his hands. He had begun scratching at his palm again without even noticing, and they’d turned pox red in mere minutes.

Surabi plucked a few leaves off some inconspicuous branch, popped them into her huge jaws and set to chewing. After a minute she took Myo’s hands into her larger ones and spat the resulting paste and green saliva into his palms.

“That should counteract the toxins from the bark, but do not touch it any more.” She released his hands and went back to examining her inventory.

Myo was more than a little grossed out, but could only take her at her word. She was the expert after all. At first his hand tingled unpleasantly, but over the next few minutes he found the sensations faded, along with the urge to scratch. 

“It worked!” He couldn’t believe it. He’d never heard of such a skilled medicine woman before, but her methods were precise enough to identify both a poison and its antidote with just a taste of each. 

Surabi huffed at that, “Of course it worked, I said so, did I not?” Not bothering to turn away from her work. 

After a few more minutes she sat back on her haunches, seemingly satisfied with her findings. “Yes, these will do nicely. There will be no need for you to venture outside the camp again.”

Myo was relieved at first, but then he wondered why she had specified “outside the camp.” Does  she need me to steal from the guards now? He didn’t like that idea, he’d only agreed to the last mission since it took him away from the slavers.

“So, when can we escape?” asked Myo, eager to leave this place well behind.

“Eager, are we? So am I. But, before we can escape, I will need you to gather one more ingredient.” She grasped a big handful of sand from the ground and let it spill out in front of Myo. “Sand.”

“Sand? How will sand help?” he asked, confusion plain on his face. Myo was still unclear on how the plants would help them to escape, and he couldn’t begin to guess what sand could do.

“Well, not just any sand, elsewise I could have made do with that from this cage. There are many types of sand in the desert, but it is the pure white sand that I need for one final magic trick. It is called gypsum. I can explain its power to you later, but we don’t have the time. Do you know where to find it?” 

Myo nodded. That white sand was everywhere, and still quite reflective at night. It wouldn’t be hard to find. 

She picked him up again, and Myo saw no point in arguing further as she lifted him up to the skylight, and out into the night once more.

Myo’s first reconnaissance had been a calculated risk on Surabi’s part, one that had certainly borne fruit. She knew that desert plants were often full of bitter chemicals to deter herbivores. Many of these could prove extremely poisonous to all sorts of creatures. Myo had unknowingly managed to gather several potent toxins, especially that bark. Small quantities seemed to cause serious skin irritation. Had she not interfered, the dosage he’d absorbed through his skin could have progressed into a terrible agonizing rash. Ingestion could prove fatal for one Myo’s size, and perhaps even for the guards.

And what about an even faster delivery method? Oh yes… that would ruin any chance of pursuit. 

There was no end to the chemical varieties contained within seemingly ordinary plants, especially ones so new to her. Besides the poisons, most of the plants had no particular uses, but they still contained some useful painkillers, and even one with flammable sap. Surabi only wished she had more time to study the local flora, but this sampling would have to do.

When the slavers imagined her attempts at escape, as they surely had every time she rattled her chains, they must have pictured a blind, bestial rampage. They saw only her size, and assumed she must be brutish, simple, animalistic, and so they treated her as such. Why not throw a little person into her pen? She was a monster, and monsters thought only of tearing flesh, and drinking blood.

Fools.

Though these people were very small, their spears were long, and they outnumbered Surabi a hundred to one. Yet, these illiterate creatures knew nothing of her education. Surabi was a mammun, a master chemist, and she had no intention to fight these savages head on. She would fight with the tools of her trade. It would be her mind, not her muscles, that earned her the freedom and the vengeance she’d so longed for.

When Myo returned with a sack full of gypsum salts she couldn’t have been more pleased. She emptied the sack onto the ground and applied the sand to the bolts that fastened her manacles together and began to work her talent. Surabi concentrated on the ammonia in her blood, gathering and redirecting it to the sweat glands of her arms. 

The sweat will dissolve the gypsum, and that should combine with the ammonia into… 

Surabi could hear the faintest sizzling coming from the iron cuffs, and found the sound more heartwarming than any music.

It’s working!

In minutes the sulfuric acid would eat its way through the iron—not enough to dissolve it completely, but enough to loosen the bolts. She made her way over to the latch that closed the door to her cage, applied the same coating of gypsum, and forced her palms to well up with more sweat.

After a few minutes of waiting she gripped the left bolt with her right hand, and pulled with all her might. At first nothing, then—success! The bolt came out with a metallic screech, followed by the thump of the heavy cuff hitting the ground.

The other one came off more easily. At long last, her hands were finally free! Surabi clamped her unbound hands over her mouth and let out a muffled scream of relief. Tears streamed feely from her eyes, and when she wiped them away she giggled at the sensation of simply touching her face without the burden and cold touch of iron.

She smiled down at her little champion with more gratitude than she’d ever felt in her life. 

“You have done me a great kindness, Myo.” 

He averted his eyes, adorably. “All I did was grab some stuff, anyone could have done that.”

So modest. So unused to praise. I bet he would do anything for more.

“No! Not anyone!” She picked him up by his waist with both hands, lifted him till they were eye to eye, and planted a big wet kiss over his mouth. He squirmed a bit, but did not resist her affections and allowed himself to be held. With her thumbs she could feel his little cock responding to her touch.

Another point in his favor.

She savored his presence for several long moments before releasing him back on the ground, noting his beet-red face and how his hands tried to hide his stiffness. He really was the cutest little thing. “You’re not like the rest of your kind. Of all the people on this savage continent, only you helped a strange woman from across the sea. For this act of kindness, you should be rewarded.” 

The little man grinned up at her, proud to be recognized for his deeds. Hopefully, he would be willing to do just a few more before demanding repayment.

“But first, we must escape this place. Every second we delay we risk death or recapture, and I will need your sneaky little feet one more time. Then I'll get us far away from here, and I will give you whatever I can. Are we of one mind, my brave Myo?”

“Yes!” He agreed eagerly. “What can I do?”

Obedience is such a lovely quality in a male.

“First, I need you to find where they store the fresh water, and something to hold it. A barrel would be most ideal, something I could carry myself.”

“The well! I already know where it should be!”

“Excellent. Then, we’ll need a distraction, but not like before. I need you to draw the guards away from this cage so I may break out.”

“Oh! I could start a fire!”

She beamed down at him. “Yes! You see? Already our minds are aligned. I want you to create the biggest fire you can manage. Find the largest structure in this place and set it ablaze.”

“And then what?”

She grinned. “Throw this into the fire,” she handed him the sack with the white bark, “and run back to me, I’ll take care of the rest.”