Standing in
Jora’s bedroom, Dari watched from the floor as the giant woman,
still wearing nothing aside from her t-shirt, loomed in front of her,
her back to Dari as she opened one of her dresser drawers. Dari
herself was still naked from head to toe, her hair partially damp
from the quick bath Jora had just given her. But any possible chills
she may have felt as a result of this were nonexistent due to an
overwhelming mix of anticipation, anxiety and arousal that cast a
heated blush across he

The rain’s
patter against the window had slowed considerably in the last hour,
the storm that had been raging all day finally shrinking to just a
light shower. But the sun had long since set and the day was nearly
over for Jora. Having spent many hours working on and wrapping up her
latest project, she had shut down her computer, feeling quite
accomplished but desperate to unwind. Walking back into her room
after grabbing a bag of chips from the downstairs kitchen, Jora
smiled to herself as sh

Leaning
back in her desk chair, Jora groaned quietly as she slid her glasses
off her face before rubbing an eye with her hand. She had been
staring at her computer screen for close to three hours now, working
away on her latest project, and while she had made some headway on
some of the technical elements, she could tell it was still going to
take longer than she first anticipated. Jora glanced to her bedroom
window, tearing her eyes away from the screen and taking a few
moments to watch the sto

Carried
between Jora’s fingers down the hall, through a living room, and up
a flight of stairs, Dari took in her surroundings with idle
curiosity. Nothing stuck out to her as too abnormal. The living room
was a bit messy, with a couple of plates and glasses left out on a
coffee table, a pillow and single blanket laying crumpled across the
couch alongside a woman’s top and, oddly enough, a black pirate
captain’s hat. After going upstairs, Jora carried Dari past
doorways to what looked to be

Dari used
to like the rain, and in a way, she still appreciated watching it
from the safety of indoors whenever she could. But ever since the
incident years prior that left her stuck at a fraction of her old
height, being caught in the rain was an entirely different story.
Getting drenched in an unexpected downpour is an unpleasant
experience on its own for a normal person, but when you’re so small
that each raindrop feels like a gallon of water being dunked on you
and holds the power to knock

Majora
and the Hero in Training.
A
F/F giantess story.
Majora
was sitting on her throne, enjoying the quite day with a book. She
crossed her legs, adjusting the strap on her purple thigh high heels,
with one hand before switching and doing the same with her other leg.
Smiling warmly at the book, she wonders herself what it’d be like
to be the ‘bad guy’ that defeats the ‘hero’.
Gently
swinging a leg she leans back and starts to imagine the little
scenario herself. Facing a tiny foe wh