A History of Intersize Relations: First Contact (Chapter 4)

Right away, I got to work making my usual observations and collecting sensory samples. Her teeth were impressively straight and perhaps a pearlier shade of white than any I’d witnessed before in our nation, which was rather remarkable. Their rocky rigidity, too, told me I was lucky not to be gnashed in between them. The giantess’s breath breezed up and down past my dangled form at a peaceful pace, cooler as it was drawn into her airways, then significantly warmed when it erupted back toward me from the darkness below. Those gushes of air were especially hot, far more so even than the inside of her shoe, swelteringly steamy and tangibly moist. This enclosed atmosphere was regrettably but expectedly smothered by a hint of that bitter mealy flavor which inevitably results from any ordinary person’s mouth after a night’s slumber, only multiplied by a factor appropriate for her size, which meant I was overcome by it initially. Like with the venture into her perspiration-riddled shoe, however, I soon retook mastery over my senses, especially as I came to appreciate the other essences that dwelled here. More noticeable even than that wetly mawkish tincture from her sleeping tongue were the preserved suggestions of fresh-baked bread, jam made from some foreign fruit I couldn’t name, and the richness of creamy butter.

These suspicions of the flavor profile were further confirmed once I instructed my helpers to shift the rope, so that I could touch the giantess’s buoyant pink inner cheeks, and the burly budded garden of her tongue, to retrieve tactile impressions as well as portions of her saliva. Those walls were pleasingly squishy and yielded easily to probing. Her tongue, though made uneven by the buds, would have even served as a comfortable if meaty bed for sleeping, though I doubt anyone could’ve dozed off here without fear of waking up down in her stomach. As for her spit, there was certainly plenty to draw from, as molasses-like streaks of it were painted over just about every span of spongy flesh within her mouth. Shortly thereafter, my body was soaked just as much in her drool as her foot sweat. Yet I couldn’t complain. When I smelled and then tasted the stuff directly, I was treated to a flourish of those same surprisingly sweet notes, so much so that it practically stimulated my appetite. And though the thickness of her slobber required swishing just to be able to safely swallow, I more than managed. It was almost with reluctance when I finally requested to be hoisted back out of her mouth.

Then came time to investigate those lower regions in between where I’d already conducted studies, as my helpers had finished their construction. Though the risk was still substantial, even if she didn’t awake. We climbed next down onto the giantess’s neck, then made the short but still-delicate journey to her bosom, which I accessed by worming my way beneath the neckline of her garment. It occurred to me that my ten companions were much more eager to participate in accessing these next areas of the giantess’s figure, and would probably have overcome their fears to observe her body from up-close, if I’d asked. I can’t say that yearning was difficult to understand. The giantess was objectively a gorgeous being, discernible even from the first glance, but the more of her that I studied, the more obsessively drawn toward her a felt – not primarily in a purely carnal fashion, though I’d be lying to suggest I didn’t feel some natural allure in that way too. Yet of foremost importance was continuing to fulfill my recordkeeping duties, and detailing an account that I knew would provoke wonder far after I’d passed. Which, for all I knew, might happen very soon, if the giantess suddenly awoke from her long nap and decided (again fairly) to crush any bodily invaders like myself.

As could be guessed even by a glance from outside her clothing, her breasts were pert and stable, only moderately jiggling as I scaled the first swell, though still with enough give that made them cozy to press myself against. Most comfortable of all was the narrow pressed space in between those hills, which naturally bloated inward and held me snug, where I could’ve cozily remained until I started drifting into contented dreams. If the giantess was awake and upright, I estimated she could’ve carried at least a dozen men tucked into her cleavage if not more as she walked about, without spilling or smushing any of us. The scent here was an interweaving of refreshing sea salt and the last gasps of a nonetheless still-intoxicating feminine perfume liberally spritzed over her skin, the identity of which was derived once again from pleasantly-sweet chemicals and exotic flora that didn’t immediately suggest any ingredients native to our land. This discovery only made the smell all the more appealing. Most rewarding, though, was the response I received upon clambering up her other breast and, upon taking gentle hold of the soft peak of her nipple, kneading and caressing it to life. The giantess’s teat engorged almost immediately at my touch, growing hardy and smoothly textured with goose-bumps as it inflated from stimulation. As far as I could tell, she even let out a low croon of satisfaction in her sleep, which subtly vibrated her entire eight-hundred-foot frame.

But of course, we were still far from finished. My journey continued further down her body, across the plain of her abdomen, and between her legs. This was probably the greatest peril I’d faced so far, considering that spelunking into the giantess’s nethers would put me in a prime position to be obliterated, if her powerful thighs were to clench and press together, even with the colossal woman still tied up and kept asleep. Never for a moment during my recordkeeping did I forget I was dealing with a far stronger and (I’d now begun to believe) superior being to ourselves, whose smallest unconscious and accidental gestures – let alone purposefully destructive ones – could so easily dominate our people en masse. She, and anyone else like her, was objectively better than us. That was the extent of my respect for such towering almost-godlike grandeur by this point. But of course I didn’t make that idea known to those around me at the time.

My entry into her womanhood was performed cautiously and with as much sensitivity as could be managed, like when her mouth was opened before. Though I didn’t have to be lowered inside this orifice and could climb within on my own two legs, the quarters here were naturally more restrictive. Those opposing vaginal walls could, in some places, be touched simultaneously without me even taking a step. The heat and darkness were even more absolute than within her shoe or mouth, owing to such constriction allowing so little air or light to penetrate. Of every bodily environment thus far gifted by this slumbering titaness, this one was in some ways the most beguiling, as if the heady syrupy aroma that barreled through my senses from every cell of her private region was laced with a yet-unknown drug. My addiction to her only grew with each province of gargantuan anatomy that I studied.

By the time I took that first lick of moisture from the slick flesh-pithy surfaces of her tunnel, I faced my greatest challenge yet to remain focused exclusively on my recordkeeping work, as I was tempted to simply give in to my attraction and commence making love like an animal to the walls themselves. But even then, I held steady, though I quaked and perspired and grew hazily aroused myself as I gathered all the necessary sensory impression data from within this sacred cavern. There was still far more work to do, after all, especially once the giantess awoke, and I could hardly wait to be a part of it. Even then, I knew without a doubt that our once-little world was about to change in ways beyond imagination.

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THE END (for now)