Chapter 7

It was like searching a needle in a haystack. It’s a common saying, even among old people nowadays, but guys like me never use it. Too old, but it was quite apt right now. Only the haystack was dark, moving and full of bioluminescent microscopic creatures which had formed colonies on the walls of her stomach. I couldn’t help but caress it softly, which made it constrict and wobble in rapid succession. I heard a yelp in the communicator and retracted my hand swiftly. Sure, the acids here weren’t supposed to harm me as long as I had my suit, but I didn’t feel like taking a chance. All I had to do, in this park-sized cave was to find on precious little thing.

“Well, better start digging!” I said to give me courage.

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Note to myself – and you guys. It turns out that fantasizing about exploring the body of a Gigantic can be a dangerous game to play. Not so much as long as it remains in your head, even if you’ll start to imagine ever increasing deadly scenarios for yourself – in my case I stopped myself when I started to imagine jumping from her nose to her tits without anything to slow down my chute, just for the thrill of it, that I realized I was going really too far. But when it’ll come the time to put them in practice. But I’m perhaps ahead of myself here, once more.

But to my defense, I had a lot of time to think about it, because our next meeting was delayed. Celia called me early on the day after we had meet. She was extremely sorry, but she had to attend an emergency meeting at the school her daughters were. She didn’t want to tell me too much about it, but I suspected that some sort of incident may have had happened that she hadn’t heard of, or something like that, and she had to be there and investigate, just to be sure that nothing bad would affect her girls – which I understood perfectly, even if it saddened me that I wouldn’t be able to see her this evening.

“Are you sure it’s okay with you?” she asked me for the twelfth time, sounding really contrite. “I promises that I’d pick you up and now I’m leaving you hanging and that’s a terrible thing to do!”

“It’s fine, really” I replied, smiling. “You do what you must, I’ll be waiting. I mean, you can’t not go there, your girls need to have a great school!”

“Thanks Erwan, you’re wonderful!” she said, sounding so happy that I almost forgot that she was a 500 meters tall giantess – she really sounded like a young Normal woman, at least through our computers.

“You’re welcome” I laughed. “Now go get your girls, I’ll prepare for work and we’ll meet again tomorrow or as soon as possible, okay?”

“I promise!” she chirped. “See you beautiful, I’ll call you back to put a date on our next date!”

We stopped the call that way, and I had to spend the rest of the day going by. I have to admit that I was really sad about it, in the end. I wanted to see her vastness – albeit perhaps less from over her head than what I had seen when I had been sent high into the air. And now, I was at work, knowing that I wouldn’t see her that day, while a Small patron was causing a ruckus, just as I started my shift. I looked around, hoping that the owner of the café would come in, but, as often, he seemed willing to send his employees on the front line instead of talking to this overgrown client.

“I want to see the manager!” bellowed the man, even as his family, a Small woman of around 35 years old, as far as I could tell, and a daughter who was probably starting her teenage years and wore her unhappy pout like a badge of honor.

“Sir, as my colleague was explaining to you” I said, barging in to head the petite Régine, who seemed ready to burst in tears – she’s a good friend and I know how fragile she can be, “this restaurant does offer food for Smalls and even taller patrons, but we can’t have you eating inside, because it’s an old building made for Normals only, in term of ceiling’s height and we wouldn’t want you to feel clustered or hurt yourself because our establishment isn’t fitted for your kind.”

As soon as I had finished, I understood that trying to explain anything to this hulking brute was a mistake. That guy was huge, even for a Small. Like, 27 meters tall, I suspect, which is almost the maximum size those peoples have ever been recorded to reach. And he was really large. Not fat – not really. I’ve never seen non-Normals who are fat, to be honest, which is, as you can guess, extremely frustrating when you have to be careful about what you eat and how much you exercise, to remain relatively in good shape.

But that dude was large. Large shoulders, large arms, large torso, and a large, if rather short, neck. And he was turning an ugly shade of red. His wife and daughter were also rather on the larger size of their kind, as far as I could tell, but his presence was just too much. He burst into an agonizing number of swearing and threats, pointing his index finger so sharply that he knocked me off my feet, my poor head ringing. I heard other voices screaming, demanding the threatening shape to get away, to move, but I had a hard time understanding those.

“Fine, you pathetic little rodents!” bellowed the man, moving away. “We’ll be going, to a real restaurant, which cares about the better and brighter citizens of our city! And I better not hear from you!” he spat, turning at me as I started to get back on my feet. “My cousin’s a Titan, so you’d better remember your place! Beneath the feet of your betters!”

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“What’s his name!?” roared Celia, her voice so powerful that even with the activated implant, and making even me a little afraid, as I felt my very bones shaking because of the vibration of vocal chords.

“Well, I don’t know it. And I wouldn’t tell you if I did anyway.”

“What? Why?”

She was glaring at me now, looking but upset and extremely concerned. She seemed to be willing to try and see if I had a concussion or something. Which – need I remind you that I’m roughly the size of an ant to her – was impractical, to see the least. And somewhat frightening because I could tell she was really affected by this little event. Which shouldn’t have surprised me, I guess. Nobody picks up on a Gigantic. But for me it was, if not the norm, at least common enough that I knew that the Gigantopia’s name was really misplaced.

“I wouldn’t be different from him if I did, you know?” I explained, as I turned around on her vast palm, where I could roll right and left and not even get close to the edge, which was a good thing of course, because otherwise I don’t think I’d have been able to stay there and feeling as safe and secure as I did – her girls were passing the day and night with a friend of her, after all.

“It makes sense I guess but… But I don’t like it!” admitted my Gigantic lover, who was herself laying on her belly on her bed, allowing her enormous breasts to form like a cushion for her, spilling from underneath her, in a very tantalizing way, even as she held her hand flat and stable. “I don’t like bullies going around like that, and abusing the supposed might of their taller brethren… that’s... that’s… THAT’S JUST DESPICABLE!”

I was surprised by how vindictive she seemed to be about all of this. It seemed very raw and hurtful for her, to hear about someone abusing her size to show off and belittle those smaller than her. I vaguely wondered if it was something shared by all the other Gigantics or something due to her past. Did she have smaller members of her family? She had a Titan daughter after all. Perhaps it was because she had slept with a Titan to father her, but what if it was something else? What if she had Titans or even Giants in her family?

“Well, I won’t lie” I replied slowly, searching my words – I didn’t want to sustain this discussion too long, “I’m glad that you’re reacting to it that way. But I’d rather much talk and do anything else with you than talk about that big dumb brute.”

“But we’re talking about a very small brute here” she chuckled after a moment, her grin so wide I rolled my eyes in disbelief at her little joke. “And we’ll do a lot more than that, but safely. Do you want my frontside or my backside today?”

“Well… I’d rather take the front” I admitted, and I can tell you I was blushing like a young girl before her first date.

“You really are a boob man” she chuckled as she raised her hand higher, shifting carefully from her prone position to a yoga-style sitting, displaying her marvelous curves in all their glory. “But I can live with that, since I do have rather large breasts, wouldn’t you agree?”

I sure you’d expect some witty rhetoric or even just a remark about how she had no idea how large those globes were. After all, they were each so massive that dozens of Normals could have lived in each of them and never feel crowded. But the truth is that, if you haven’t seen things so enormous compared to you that it’s really hard to joke about them. It was almost as if each of them was alive, distinct from the behemoth which dominated all my field of vision just as she was sitting cross-legged on her bed. I would have expected that after a day with her, her size would have been less mind-blowing, but it hadn’t. In fact, she seemed even more impressive, damn it!

“Well? Are they… a little too much?” she asked me, shaking me out of my frozen state. “I can constrict them if you prefer…” she offered, and I saw her breasts restricting.

It was another thing which was extremely difficult to wrap my head around. I mean, I had seen them expand, you know it already, and it had been incredible. But somehow, seeing those shrinking was even more insane. They barely rippled and the skin didn’t seem to change at all, but they were also visibly reducing in size. I couldn’t help but wonder what it did with their mass. I supposed it didn’t change, but I wondered about that. Did her fat somehow shifted elsewhere in her body, so discretely that he couldn’t notice it?

“No it’s fine!” I finally managed to yelp, jumping upright in her large hand. “I… I like them au naturel very much, Celia…” I admitted, blushing a lot.

“You’re so cute when you’re blushing” she laughed, her voice quite throatily as her spheres expanded once more, in an awe-inspiring way – I could understand why so many Normals actually revered, if not worshipped, the Gigantics, when I saw her doing something so impossible with natural ease.

“You’d blush too if you were in my position” I replied, perhaps a little too gruffly, so I hastily added something. “If only you could see yourself like I do! You’d realize how incredible you are and why I’m so elated that you dare spend time with me! And not just because of my size compared to yours! You… you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

It was Celia’s turn to blush but she said nothing. Instead, she gently approached the hand I was on of her right breast. Her large and hardening nipple was closing on me fast, but to my surprise – and disappointment, I won’t lie about it – it disappeared beneath her upturned hand, as it came to rest a short distance – for her – above it, far enough that I could walk out of her hand, onto her tit and not risk falling. I suspect it was her plan at least, but I wondered if it’d work as well as she expected. Hopefully it would, because this time, I was also stark naked!

I took the first step toward the edge of her hand, when it became clear that she wouldn’t be tilting it to make me fall. It somehow made her look even more tender and careful. I couldn’t begin to consider how hard it must have been for a being like her to interact with someone as small as I was compared to her, in such a gentle and considerate way. To be honest, I don’t think I’d be able to. I’ve had ants in my hands as a kid, and it usually hardly ended well for the poor things. And even as an adult, I don’t think I’d be able to display the level of precision that Celia had.

It would have been so easy for her to crush my limbs – my whole body really – with her fingers. Their tip was far larger than my body after all. And yet, she hadn’t ever came close to threatening me today, even as I excited the pendant directly into her palm and she had pawed at me gently, enjoying the feeling of my body underneath her touch. I suddenly wondered if it was the result of rigorous training or some form of innate ability, perhaps due to whatever esoteric reason some humans had Grown all those centuries ago.

“It tickles” she whispered, and her voice, combined with her breathing, almost sent me flat on her palm – I hadn’t even managed to get out of it even, as lost as I was in my thoughts. “Be careful when you’ll be on my breast Erwan, okay?”

“I’ll do my best” I gulped, feeling suddenly a lot more nervous. “Tells me if you really can’t endure the tickling, okay? I don’t want to take a chance on something as dangerous as that.”

“Of course” she said, her voice as soft as silk, yet as strong as steel. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you easily, after all. As long as you don’t approach my nipple, of course. It’ll be forbidden for you today, I’m afraid.”

“What? Why?” I cried out – and come on, don’t judge me! It’s one of the spot where I can penetrate her the easiest and safest way – you’d be bummed too if you couldn’t make love to such a woman as Celia, believe me!

“Well, I don’t want to have you someplace I can’t see, love. And as impressive as my nipples must be for you, they aren’t exactly in my field of vision if I don’t support my breasts… and I need my hands ready to make sure you’re safe, so I can’t lift my girls all day long!”

“That… that makes sense” I admitted – I somehow had overlooked this crucial detail! Yeah, you can laugh at me, there is no problem with that, because I should have taken that in mind. “I was… a little overwhelmed by, uh…”

“My size?”

“Your vastness” I corrected with some emphasis, which made her laugh – but this time I was ready and somehow managed to keep my balance!

“You shouldn’t make me laugh like that” she finally said once her hilarity subsided, large tears pearling at the corner of her eyes, which seemed to be big enough that I could use one as a bath – which isn’t something you ever considered, I bet!

“It wasn’t what I had in mind” I admitted, doing my best to not sound pouting or morose – I loved her reaction, but I hadn’t tried to elicit it, even if I hadn’t understood how dangerous it’d be. “But I like that you laughed. It doesn’t matter what could happen to me, I could die happy if I managed to make you laugh till the end!”

“Well, I’ll try to make sure I don’t laugh you to death” she said curtly, but her suddenly stern face broke after a second. “It sounds so dumb when said out loud!” she hiccupped as she laughed once more, a lot more than before.

I could have been facing a serious threat, but her gigantic – eh! – other hand descended over me, cupping me in the one I was still on. I really need to move my ass and get out of it to explore her tits, I know. But come on, cut me some slack! Her hand’s edge was higher than I was tall, at least twice as tall, perhaps more, I’ve never dared measure it, to be frank. Call it a little bit of ego, but I don’t want to be sure about how much smaller than any part of my lover I am! And from what I’ve learnt over the years, it’s often the case in Size-different relationships.

“Okay, I’ve calmed enough for now” she finally said, removing her second hand from over the other. “But you’ll really need to start your exploration. I’ve plenty of things in mind for us, but I want you to other, riskier things, and I don’t want to do this if you aren’t feeling already really happy about us…”

I was surprised now. She was dropping quite a bomb here, while remaining mysterious. But it made me feel all the more eager. With a bright smile, which I was pretty sure she was able to see, I started to run toward her breast. She gasped a little but said nothing and didn’t move. I managed to reach the edge of her hand and just jumped, hoping that I wouldn’t slide on her curves until I’d fall to my death. But I didn’t. Her firm skin didn’t give underneath my pathetic weight, but still was parallel enough with the ground to stop me with ease.

You may be thinking that it was incredibly easy for me to do something like that. But the truth is that running on skin should be horribly difficult. Just look at your hand’s palms. They aren’t flat, nor even perfectly smooth, far from it if you’ve worked a little. And it’s true for every part of your skin. There is imperfections and scars. Not so much on Celia – or any Gigantics’. They are, quite literally, flawless. They don’t seem to have pores, at all. They must have some, surely, but too small, imperceptibles for Normal eyes.

Threading on her skin was thus a unique and quite troubling experience. It was far smoother than it should be, making it easier to walk on than if it had wrinkles, of course. But it was still very much alive. I could feel the pulse of her blood beneath my naked feet, as I tentatively walked on her globe. I fell on my knees when she positioned one of her hands to cup and support the breast I was on, but it didn’t last long. She was now surprisingly silent and when I looked up at her, I was surprised to see her watching me with a mixture of elation and fear.

I waved at her when I got up and she smiled but remained silent. I think she wanted me to experience her like that in any way I wanted, without interfering or saying anything. It may seems strange – I know for a fact that no Normal I know would be able to act like that – but over time, I realized that she took an immense amount of pleasure by simply being herself and letting me act as I saw fit. I think that such calm confidence can only be born out of her size. The Gigantics are, quite literally, the tallest and biggest creatures who have ever trodden the Earth.

They are the alpha specimens of a species which was already supremely confident in its abilities to control the planet and shape it to its will – overconfident, really! – and their absolute size difference with any other branch of Mankind is hard to understate. They are, after all, more than twice as tall as the Titans, who are already absolutely impervious to all harms, as far as I know! For Celia, while I was a man she loved, I caused no greater threat to her than a lone ant would have done to me, at least physically speaking.

“That’s… that’s incredible” I finally managed to gasp when I started to walk around on her brown flesh, marveling at the sights.

From where I was, I had a unique view. On my left was a vast “plain” of her right breast, extending over dozens of meters until it curved to form the spherical exterior of her incredible tit, giving way to a spectacular view of her room. Far off in the distance, I could see several bookcases, each tall and large enough for thousands of Normals to live in, and large pots which contained whole little parks and of course plenty of decorations, pictures so wide that a cinema screen looked pathetically small in comparison.

On my right, the spectacle was mostly the same at first, but then, while a chiasm opened, it quickly closed as the twin of the orb I was on stood in proud display, otherworldly firm and able to defy gravity. I couldn’t see her brown nipple but I didn’t need to. Being able to witness such a sight was enough to harden my dick so much that it was almost painful. And beyond it, the same over-sized room, which made me feel more as if I had shrunk than anything else. Suddenly, a noticed something absolutely incredible, which made me point a frenetic finger to point at it.

“Is that - Is that an eagle!?” I yelped, as I frenetically pointed at something which was flying somewhat fifty meters away from her left breast, circling patiently toward one of her forests in a pot.

“Oh… that’s possible, I guess” she admitted, lazily turning her head around. “I’ve seen some of those, and also vultures, I think. I mean, it’s only natural. I’ve a lot of little beasts living in my pots, to make sure that the trees are healthy, but it must lead to some carcass here and there I guess.”

“But… isn’t that dangerous? I mean, those are predators! I’ve heard eagles can attack peoples!”

“It’s a common belief but it’s mostly false. They only attack if you threaten their nest, and I highly doubt you’ll be able to get close to those by yourself – but if you want to see some, I can make sure you’ll reach those, but I’ll stay with you, to make sure you’re safe, okay?”

I opened my mouth, but closed it when I looked up. A goddess was assuring me that I was in no danger because of a poor Royal Eagle – probably – so who as I to tell her that I thought she was overconfident in my safety with those around? She looked down at me a little awkwardly because she had to tilt her head a lot to be able to see me from over the bridge of her nose. She was smiling tenderly and it assuaged any misgiving I could have had and I felt that I could have sex – or at least a sexy time – with her, right here, right now.

“I want to cum on you” I stated, surprised by my boldness. “I want to come all over your tit, as much as I can” I added as I let my right hand descend on my penis.

She took a sharp breathe and underneath me, her breast heaved, higher and higher. It was as if I was on a small ship in a terrible storm. But it was also safe, as if I was just swimming in a calm bay when the sea started to rise. I started to masturbate, looking at her, in every sense. Her rich brown skin, so healthy that it seemed to shine a little, her long black hair, which she had smoothed and yet didn’t seem to be hurt like Black Normals’ hair were. She was so much more than I was – I’ve never told her that I feel so pathetic sometimes, compared to her, but she is. She is better than me in every possible way – and yet she loves me, and for that she deserves all I can give her.

“Do it, my love” she finally whispered, her voice full of lust and pleasure. “Do it, Erwan. I want to have your seed on me, that I may lick it on my skin. I want you to be pleased. I want you to orgasm because you’re with me, on me…”

My hand accelerated its path, as I looked up, so far up, at her gleaming brown eyes. Some stray rays of sun managed to reach those, making them two ponds of radiant brown. And they were only the jewels on a face made to be loved and adored. Her large teeth were visible as her lips spread in a genuine, innocent, happy smile. Each of those was enormous compared to me, obviously, several times my size, but now they didn’t frighten me anymore. I knew I was perfectly safe, that she would never hurt me, not willingly, at least.

“Damn it... I’ve never seen anything sexier than that” she rasped, looking even more elated. “I’ve never… I mean, nobody’s ever just wanted to… to do that with me…”

Her voice didn’t broke my focus on her physical beauty, nor my self-ministrations. In fact, it enhanced both. It was as if we were really starting to discover each other, and it only meant that we could each start to explore how we wanted to interact when it was a sexy time. I didn’t see it, but I felt her tit shifting, and I suspected one of her hand was descending toward her nether region. Things were getting riskier, but I didn’t care about it, then. It only meant that what I did pleased her enough that she also wanted to share into the pleasure I was giving myself.

“I’ve never done anything like that either” I lied a little here – some of my “clients” wanted me to cum on them – but not so much. I had never spewed my seed on a breast so enormous that I could walk on it, after all!

Our breathing quickened in unison, as I started to hear the unmistakable sound of a humid pussy being worked on by fingers. It wasn’t gross, or even pornographic to me. It was just the perfect counterpoint to my own work on my dick, the perfect way to enhance the whole experience. I started to feel a sort of weakness in my legs and let myself fall on my knees, looking at her adoringly. A strange whimper reached my ears and I realized it was me who was producing it. When my fingers touched the underneath of my gland, I shivered with fierce rushes of pleasure. And I started to feel the pressure mounting, meaning that I’d soon release my cum over her perfect skin.

We didn’t spoke on word. We didn’t even try to concert ourselves. Far beneath me, the sounds of her pleasure increased in speed, her fingers entering and exiting a veritable cave-system faster and faster. And over my head, her large lips were slightly open and she was moaning with an ever deeper voice, the force of which made my whole body shake in a rhythm which wasn’t its own. I was but to the diapason of Celia, and at first I didn’t notice it. But when I did, I decided that I didn’t care. It only enhanced my pleasure.

Finally, me silently, her in a roar which almost turned my flesh to putty, we came. I looked down, as my shaft shook and spit its cum. It was a pathetic dribble compared to the vastness of the Gigantic woman who was dominating my world then. A mere handful of drops, so few that I doubted she’d be able to see it, and she certainly didn’t felt it. And as her whole body was wracked by a shiver of pleasure, which almost sent me flat on it, I was quite certain she didn’t care. She didn’t need to feel it, only to know it was here, to be happy and loved.

I know what you’re probably thinking. Shouldn’t you be falling to your death? I’ve seen women with large tits coming, and those move a lot when they do! Well, yes, you’re right. I’ve had some lovemaking with some seriously stacked MILFs –albeit, smaller in every ways compared to Celia, of course. But none of those women you’ve seen were Gigantics I’ll bet. Because, while everyone else would stop focusing on something as trivial as holding one overflowing breast, Celia didn’t. One of her hand remained clenched on her flesh and prevented it from moving too wildly, even when it collided with its twin.

“It’s sooo good” she moaned, as I heard her fingers slowing their rhythm until it stopped entirely. “Are you okay Erwan?” she then asked me, and as I looked up, I saw her face, a delicious mixture of pleasure and concern, which made me smile.

“I’m better than okay” I gasped, as I tried to take in as much of her and what we were doing as possible.

She beamed a smile at me. She seemed genuinely happy, in a very innocent way that I said something like that. I’ll be honest with you. It’s that innocence, that naiveté perhaps, which makes sure I can never grow tired of her, or our relationship. Try to think about it. Have you ever met someone so innocent, even after she had three kids already? I didn’t. Everyday with Celia is filled with that envy to be the best man I can, to be worthy of her pure heart. It’s pathetically romantic, I know, but that’s how I feel and I don’t want it to end, ever.

“Can you… can you show me where you… you know? Where you came?” she finally said to me, looking quite embarrassed, now that the fire of her lust had cooled a little.

“Uh, sure. It’s… just there really!” I replied, huffing a little and sitting back on my ass, looking up at her. “It didn’t flew very well, I’m afraid!”

“It’s not a problem” she said, chuckling and blushing a little. “But…” she continued, tilting her head in an awkward position. “I don’t think I’ll be able to lick it there, but I guess I can try. Does it bother you?”

“Not at all.  But I’ll take a few steps back, okay? Just to be sure, of course, I’m sure I’m safe!”

“Of course, go on! Just, not too far away, or you could end tumbling down off me and that would be a terrible end to a beautiful day…”

“That’s an understatement!” I laughed, retreating slowly to give her a bit more space. “There, I should be good, you can do your magic!”

“It’s not magic I’m afraid, it’s just me being far too big for my good” she huffed with a grin. “But I’ll try to give you a great spectacle.

With that said, I felt her breast being lifted. Celia was obviously taking a lot of precautions, because I didn’t tumbled down her curve, which surprised me because I hadn’t taken into account at all that she would do that. But those considerations where quickly washed away when she opened her mouth, approaching her face as much as possible from the surface of her tit. I saw her glistening tongue, a dark pink shape so massive it dwarfed my childhood house, and a lot of Normal-only buildings… Its taste buds seemed to be as big as my head, at the very least.

Her saliva coated it, and strings of it formed when it slushed around and then extended itself. A shiver of terror coursed through my body, but somehow, I didn’t feel the urge to run. In fact, it was more as if religious awe had seized me. I’m not really a believer of any old faith. How could I be, when god-like beings seem to walk the Earth alongside me, in my daily life now? But when I saw that large organ, so immense, descended and land next to me, I felt a sort of fevering fervor descend upon me. I didn’t dare get closer, mind you, but I did extend my hand to try and touch it.

And it was close enough for me to do so. I don’t know if it was conscious from Celia, or just that she had misjudged the width of her tongue, but it was really licking her brown skin at less than an arm-length… My fingers touched it and had at first to pass through the slim coating of saliva – slim for her, because it covered all of my hand up to my wrist. Finally, I felt the innumerable numbers of muscle fibers underneath the dermis of her tongue, and a sense of my smallness in the Universe fell upon me – suddenly I wanted to get my hand back, but didn’t dare move it…

Celia hummed and retreated her tongue back into her cavernous mouth. During a second, pure terror overcame me when I didn’t manage to remove my hand from her tongue, because of her coating of saliva. I felt stuck on it and I almost let out a shriek of horror. But as I was taking the breath which I intended to release with the full force of my lungs and vocal cords, I broke free. It wasn’t a moment too soon. I had already been forced to stand up and even a dozen of centimeters of the ground, and she was barely starting to remove her tongue.

I looked up and met with the amused glint of her eyes. She closed her mouth and her lips turned into a wide smile, even as her tongue seemed to turn around in its cave, forming more saliva. She tilted her head backward and took an exaggerated gulp. I noticed a small lump forming for a second, probably a lot of the saliva she had just created. I felt a strange shudder run through me. Would I look smaller than that if she ate me? I suddenly wondered – I know it’s crazy, but it’s how I felt! But I hadn’t much time to consider it, as she spoke to me.

“Delicious… both your seed and the taste of your skin, Erwan…” she said, her voice a low hum, which shook my whole body with its power.

“I… I’m glad you liked it” I whizzed, too overcame with conflicting emotions fighting inside of me. “But now… I think we should… uh… speak of what you wanted to tell me before, right?”

“Oh… yeah… You know, I told you that I have a friend who is also… also in a relationship with a Normal, right?” she started, sounding once more a little shy.

“Yeah, you did. Does she want to meet me or something?”

“No… not really..; I mean, she does but… she’s been in a relationship since three years now and she told me that… she had an incredible truth building experience and way to convey her fiancé around and I… I’d love for you and me to try it on… if you want to, of course! And, and you wouldn’t have to, you know, do it just yet!”

There was something strange here. Why was she so nervous about a way for me to travel with her, closer than the pendant – which was already a little strange, I’ll be honest. I’m sure you’re starting to realize what she had in mind, dear reader, but really, I didn’t. I learnt very soon enough still, as you’ll notice in the not so distant future. Such as it was, I was a little too under the shock of having been near her tongue like that to really make use of my brain. So I just did what everyone would probably do in such a situation. I asked her a question.

“Okay, well, what’s this way to build trust?”

“I…” she started, her voice faltering until she steeled her nerves. “It’s to let me eat you alive!”