Anon awoke well rested and content. His head resting upon his pillow. His body also resting on said pillow. He was curled up in the center of it, effectively being in bed, without actually touching it. His body stretched out, moving the microfiber eyeglass cleaning cloth from his body. With the obligatory first yawn of the morning out of the way, he turned himself to face his girlfriend, Raven.

He always reflected how lucky he was to have been found by her after he shrunk. With other heroes, he might have been treated like a bothersome guest, or a lab experiment. At best he’d be given a small place to call his own, while he waited for them to find a cure, but having no means of socializing. Though Raven never gave up on her efforts to restore his size, he couldn’t help but wish for her continued failure. He enjoyed being his size, as it allowed him to experience Raven in ways no one else could.

Deep down, she felt the same way.

Gently, Raven’s eyes fluttered open. Her stunning violet eyes adjusted to the light, and then zeroed in on him. Every morning, that was her first priority: check on Anon. Seeing he was alive and well, staring up at her, she allowed herself a small smirk. Raven’s powers were affected by her emotions, so she always had to keep them tempered. Over the years of her training, she found ways to give herself more and more wiggle room on how much she could feel. Luckily for her and her boyfriend, that meant she could clearly express her adoration for him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, waving over to her. Though close enough to hear him normally, it would have been hard to decipher. Early on, she kept him on her shoulder so he could speak directly to her ear. Along with a spell to up his endurance immensely, she’d also crafted a spell to amplify his voice to normal volume. It helped for having conversations. Not to mention, getting her attention if she got carried away with him between her thighs.

“Gross,” she playfully growled. “You know I hate pet names.” Raven began to sit up, just enough to raise her head off the pillow.

“Well, how else can I express how much I like you?” he asked, smirking up at her with his hands on his hips. He was naked as the day he was born. She’d seen, touched, and tasted every inch (of which there weren’t many) of his body. He was not afraid to bare all in front of her.

“You could start with a kiss,” she suggested, smirking. They both knew what was coming next, and eagerly anticipated it. A kiss was quite different for either of them. For her, it was a chance to cover most of his body in her luscious lips, teasing him with a tap of her tongue. For him, it was an overwhelming experience, being covered by such soft lips. It was more like a hug, with how he stretched his arms out to embrace her lip.

The kiss itself did not last long. As with every morning, they both forgot that the first kiss of the morning was never a good idea.

“Ugh, Raven, your morning breath…” he groaned, stopping himself before he got too insulting.

“Blech, you’re one to talk,” she shot back. “Your body tastes all sweaty and stinky.” Despite the sudden experienced ick-factor, they nevertheless smiled back at one another. “Ready for a shower?” Anon nodded and prepared to let her scoop him up into her hand.

As she rose, the blanket slid off of her body, treating him once again to the sight of her towering, curvaceous, form. She looked amazing in the sexy underwear she wore just for him. Better yet: naked. However, this morning, he saw she was wearing a simple pair of panties and an unassuming bra. Even so, he admired just how sexy she looked. Large breasts, taut stomach, wide hips, creamy thighs, and, as far as he was concerned, the best ass in the world. Every time he gave a pervy inventory of her body, Raven felt her ego boost.

Unlike many other alterations made within Raven’s room to accommodate him (some DIY, some made with Cyborg’s help), the shower came premade to accommodate him. Raven stood under the spray of the shower, letting the water cascade down her supple flesh. Anon, meanwhile, had been placed on the soap dish built into the wall. After Raven gave him a squirt of shampoo and one of body wash, he began to wash up. The process took some getting used to. But what aspect of his life didn’t? Every step of the way, though, Raven was there with him.

“So, Anon,” Raven began, starting to scrub her body with the soap. “I was thinking maybe you and I could…go out today.” With any other couple this would be a simple request. Anon, however, hadn’t been outside the tower since he got there. There was also the strangeness of going on their first date, despite already having been so incredibly intimate. To say his sex life involved a lot of “spelunking” would be an understatement.

“Go out?” Anon said with some reservations. “Go out where?”

“Well, I gave it a lot of thought, and I came up with a list of ideas to choose from.” Raven then began to list off the various locations they could visit. However, at the same time, she was also soaping up her fabulous body. No matter how many times he had showered with her, he found it to be quite a sight. Delicate hands gliding over her smooth, grey skin. Palms curving over her breasts, passing over her nipples as they hardened in appreciation. Cupping the bottoms, she lifted up her tits and squeezed them lovingly. She explored herself with delicate grace. She loved herself with passionate squeezes.

Her hands continued away from her breasts, much to his dismay. Down along her toned stomach. He’d seen Starfire’s bare stomach every time she was around. It’s true, Raven’s was not nearly as toned as Starfire’s. It did not display muscle the same way Star’s did. However, it was still flat and oh so soft. Next came her hips. Wide, perfect, hips that tipped left and right when she walked. Behind them was an ass he dreamt about. Before she’d get there, though, she had to scrub her legs.

As she worked down from her thighs to her knees, she was forced to bend forward to reach her calves. Raven’s breasts hung heavily as she bent, swaying and jiggling as she washed her stems. By this point, Anon had completely given up on washing himself. He was certain that he’d already created a lot of suds just by having his hands work on autopilot.

Finally, as Raven began to wash her back, she turned away from him. It was an unnecessary step. However, she knew how much he liked the sight of her ass. By this point, she’d done it so much that it became second nature. Both of her hands ran up and down her cheeks, letting them bounce back into place when her palms passed over completely. Raven squeezed her ass, first by gripping them, and then by clenching her cheeks together. Had she been paying attention exclusively to his leering, she’d have given herself a sharp spank for his (and her) enjoyment.

Lastly, after turning back around, Raven washed between her legs. A more delicate effort than the rest of her, but arguably the most important. Every time her fingers glided over her lips, briefly knocking into her clit, she felt an arousing tingle. She wondered if she’d have time to address it. She’d likely let Anon decide.

“…or maybe we could check out the carnival,” Raven finished. “Where do you want to go?” The silence that followed roused Anon from his hypnotic state. He’d missed every date option she’d listed except the last one. He didn’t even know if he’d want to go to the carnival. But, it was effectively his only option.

“Oh! Yeah, the carnival sounds great,” Anon confirmed.

“Oh, really?” Raven questioned with a knowing smirk. Even though his eyes were little, she felt them on her body, all the same. “Huh, I figured you’d have wanted to go to the strip club, but if you want a carnival that’s fine too.”

“What? A strip club?” Anon asked, baffled. The idea was not nearly as appealing as one might think. He’d be in a dark room, with strangers pressing their bodies up against Raven, and likely him. It didn’t take long, while he waited for confirmation, for Anon to realize she was using her trademark dry sarcasm to mess with him. “Oh, ha ha.” Raven stared down at him in triumph for a few short beats more.

“Come on, if we’re going out, I want to be extra sure I’m clean,” Raven said. “Think you could help me out?” The two of them were ravenous for each other. Almost half of every activity, even the mundane, led to them doing something lewd with each other. Raven offered her cupped palm to Anon, waiting for him to hop on. As she brought him closer, he passed under the showerhead and let all the suds wash away from him.

Cleaned off and ready to get dirty, Anon was gently brought toward her chest. First up was the left breast. As if to prep it for his arrival, Raven used her other hand to gently caress the heavy teardrop-shape. Anon was mesmerized by every inch of his girlfriend, but her curves held his attention the best. After she felt her nipple pebble against her palm, she brought Anon closer.

The shower always posed the greatest risk for their exploration “games.” Both of them were slick with water, amplified by the recently washed-away soap. Being naked around each other for an extended period, watching one another caress themselves, eagerly waiting to see who would make the first move, stirred up their desires to a dangerous level. They had to be careful no one got carried away. Anon wasn’t in any fatal danger. However, even with his hardened endurance, a fall from that height would knock the wind out of him. Raven would be upset even if he scraped a knee. Especially if it happened on her watch.

Raven moved her cupped hand and its passenger below her left breast. Anon stared up as Raven’s smiling face was eclipsed by the great grey globe. An exciting shadow cast over him as he lay back against her hand. Without further ado, Raven lifted her hand up toward her tit, cupping the bottom of it, and pressing Anon into it.

There was no getting away from the weight of her, Anon would often reflect. Especially when he was pinned beneath some specific part. Her breast, her butt, even her feet had all been pressed down on him many times. He couldn’t help but feel aroused by the crushing weight of his girlfriend’s breast. The weight demonstrated just how buxom she really was. It also demonstrated how powerful she was. Raven did everything she could so he could feel equal to her in their relationship. But in the bedroom? When the mood struck either one of them? She also did everything she could to prove how dominant she could be. Crushing him under her soaking wet tit was just one example.

Anon hugged her breast – or at least as best he could with his arms and legs splayed out, as if he could encompass the curve. With each second, she pushed him harder and harder into her. Her flesh indented around him. But it couldn’t make way for him, forever. Anon felt himself get crushed more and more, nearly to the point where it became unbearable. But Raven knew his limits well. As did he. It took a great deal of trial and error, but with valuable results. Before he could start to feel more scared than aroused, she started to move her hand – taking him along with it.

The miniature boyfriend slid up along her tit, gliding across the skin. No other time could he move so effortlessly across her skin than in the shower. It would be relaxing enough to lull him to sleep, if he weren’t so aroused in that moment. Before long, his body met with her erect nipple. It knocked against his head, stirring him from whatever other thoughts he was having. As if he could be thinking of anything else than her. He shivered at the sensation of it grinding down his body. Pressing into his chest. The erect nipple knocking against his erect cock. And finally disappearing between his legs as he kept moving.

Meanwhile, Raven was tending to her other breast, massaging it firmly. It could be hard to maintain two different grip intensities between her hands, at least when she was so lost in her arousal, but she – and he – managed. She paused for just a moment after he passed over her nipple. Backing up, she slid him back down and then up again. Down and up. Down and up. Grinding him repeatedly against the pebbled center of her breast. On the right, she tried to match the electricity felt by pinching and pulling on her nipple. It felt amazing. But it didn’t come close to what the left was feeling. To what he was feeling.

Not letting herself linger for too long (well, maybe just a minute more, to be “thorough”), Raven moved Anon back up along the steady slope of her tit. Once he was at the start of said slope, she decided to give him an extra thrill. First, she tilted her hand back, granting herself the sight of her panting and smiling boyfriend. After exchanging saucy looks, Raven suddenly removed her hand, causing him to immediately slide back down – all on his own.

Anon gasped as suddenly he went from being cradled to shooting down her breast like it was a waterslide. There was no way he could gain a grip on her breast as he was cascading down it. He was moving as effortlessly as the water was. Before he knew it, he felt himself pass over her nipple again. The erect, stable, nipple. As best he could, he grabbed onto it before he could fall any further. Suddenly he was holding on with all his strength. He’d dangled from her nipple before. It was one of their earliest games. But doing so on a wet nipple? While he was also wet? And the shower was keeping things wet?

He didn’t stand a chance.

No longer able to maintain his grip, he slipped off the nipple and fell – into her palm. She’d pulled this prank on him a few times in the past. As soon as she had moved her hand, letting him enjoy the water slide, she moved the hand back under her breast, ready to catch him at a moment’s notice. They both knew he was never in any danger. His reaction was always just being surprised by the prank. And his mind being so sex-addled that he wasn’t thinking about anything other than fucking. She had an uncanny ability to know just how long to wait after a successful prank that he’d grown complacent, and she could do it all over again.

“One of these days,” he said up to her, catching his breath, “that joke’ll get old.”

“All you have to do is not volunteer to make sure my tits are clean, and I can’t prank you.” Her offer was logical, but ridiculous. As if he could ever turn that down.

“As if I could ever turn that down.”

“How about I make it up to you?” Raven lifted him up, bringing him to face level with her. “I can give you a kiss,” she offered, letting a tiny smirk pull on the plump lips she was offering, “or, I can give you a kiss.” With that offer, she licked those plump lips, enticing him.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Raven,” he said. “Because it’s been the same answer, every time.” He knew the difference between a “kiss” and a “kiss.” While both were good, there really was no contest.

Anon reclined back on her palm while Raven purred. Her hand was moved toward her mouth. Raven sensually licked her lips again. It was less to get them ready and more to get him ready. He let himself lay flat on his back, signaling he was, in fact, ready.

Softly, Raven’s lips parted. Not a lot. Just enough to let his hard cock move between them. When she felt her lips lightly press against his body, her lips closed. Within her mouth the tip of her tongue flicked against his member. Giving a blowjob at their relative sizes was difficult. There was no way she could perfectly recreate the sensation of a normal one. So, instead, she lightly tasted his cock, while moving her head up and down. The movement was done to press her lips against his body, over and over.

Meanwhile, the recipient of the giantess blowjob threw his arms against her upper lip. He would often kiss the lip directly when he wasn’t groaning in pleasure. On Raven’s end, she had another trick to make the blowjob wholly unique. While lightly sucking and licking his dick, she would moan and purr loudly. The vibrations traveled directly into Anon, causing him to shudder. He also just enjoyed hearing her making such lewd noises.

Soon after starting, Anon shot his load directly into her mouth. There was, of course, not much to shoot, relatively speaking. That worked out just fine, as Raven wasn’t interested in a mouth full of spunk she’d either have to spit out or swallow down. However, the amount he gave her was enough for a sudden burst of flavor that she loved (when it came from him). Rather than gulp it down, she just rubbed it into her gums and against the roof of her mouth.

“One of these days,” Anon panted, grinning like an idiot, “I’m going to last longer than sixty seconds against one of your kisses.”

“And take away my ego boost? I’ll never allow it,” Raven defended.

“Did you want me to give you a…kiss?” His offer came with him peering over the edge of her palm, and down between her breasts and along her stomach. He could see Raven was absolutely ready to give the go-ahead, but she let her shoulders drop with a small grimace.

“Tempting, but we better not. I don’t want the day to get away from us,” she lamented. “It’s tempting enough as it is to just stay in bed with you today. Again.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It’s not,” she agreed, “but the point of today is to get you out of the tower and for us to have a proper first date.” Raven could see slight disappointment, over the loss of a day of nonstop sex, on his face. But more than that she could see he was excited to go out with her.

“Fair enough. Let’s get dressed, and then go visit that strip club.” Anon determinedly said.

“We’re going to the county fair, remember?” Raven countered, smiling.

“Is that where we landed?” Anon mockingly pondered. The two shared another smile as they thought about how their first date would go.