It surprised me when she came in on her day off. She wore a low-cut shirt, allowing me a good view of her cleavage. Sitting atop her bosom was that necklace. As we talked, I couldn't help but feel as if I wasn't entirely there, almost like I was in a dream. Nevertheless, today was the day I was going to make my move.
"So, are you seeing anybody?"
"No, no, I'm taking a break for awhile."
"Ah. Well, that's a bummer."
"How so?"
"I was wondering if you'd go to dinner with me sometime."
"Oh... well, we could always go as friends."
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
There was a moment of awkward silence before I had to help another customer.
As I worked and she consumed her order, my eyes were drawn back to the necklace. I felt like it was watching back.
It surprised me when she came in on her day off. She wore a low-cut shirt, allowing me a good view of the coffee shop. Standing behind the counter was... me. I watched myself converse with her. I felt her heart skip a beat when I proposed the dinner with her. I suffered through the awkward silence again. When she finally got her order and began eating it, I stared at myself from across the room. As I stared, I couldn't help but feel as if I was entirely here, totally conscious, as her necklace.
We left the shop about 20 minutes later, but I barely noticed. Was that truly me? Am I reliving this as the necklace, or did I pre-live it as a person? Am I dreaming now? I couldn't have been dreaming then, or I wouldn't have been there just now. What if that was another person? What if I've always been this necklace, and only thought I'd been that man. No, it's impossible! I know everything about that person, and I don't know anything about this necklace from before he met Michelle. I mean I. From before I met Michelle.
We arrived at a bookstore after a few minutes' commute. With coffee in hand and me around her neck, Michelle set to work picking out a book to read. Again, I was reminded of how much control she had over me. When she bent over, I dangled from her neck, swinging gently back and forth. When she stood back up, I fell back upon her chest, landing atop her perfect bosom. Though I could move my eyes around, I had to face wherever she did. I was forced to read what she read. I couldn't even move how I wanted. She was my world; I was just along for the ride.
She eventually picked out a book and sat in one of the available chairs to read it. As she became enthralled by the power of literature, she began to play with me with her empty hand. She stroked me and rubbed me ever so gently. After a few minutes, she lifted me higher and began twirling me around. With each turn of the page, she brought me closer to her face until I was pushed against her plush lips. Then, they parted.
I was slipped half way inside her mouth with my "face" looking down. Before I could react, her tongue had already appeared below me and rose up to slam against me. She moved it back and forth, stroking me almost as she had done with her fingers. I quickly became covered in her saliva. After what seemed like hours, she pulled me out and wiped me against her shirt. She bought the book, now with a marker not even a quarter of the way through. I knew I was going to be in her mouth again later.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Contains mouthplay.
Forgive me for the wait, I haven't had much time for writing. (I also apologize for the low word count :P)
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Forgive me for the wait, I haven't had much time for writing. (I also apologize for the low word count :P)
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Chapter End Notes:
"Yay" for a sort of climax to our story?