Salem made sure to stick to the sidewalk in order to not be a nuisance, but she had to be careful with the parked cars anyway since it wasn’t wide enough for her to walk comfortably. She was one of the larger Giantesses at almost 9m tall, which meant that things weren’t really built with her in mind. The new neighborhood under construction was going to try and cover that for the normal sized giants, which ranged from 3-4.5m on average. Which meant that even among her own “kind”, she was an anomaly.
 
 
Salem didn’t mind, though. Her moms had named her after the Salem Witch trials, expecting her to be subjected to a number of trials as she grew due to her abnormal size. Salem towered over her grade 1 class at age 6 and the gap only increased as the school year progressed. Puberty was the hardest, her body literally scarring from the growth spurts in her limbs and developed a hunch in her spine from the low ceilings.
 
 
After graduating, Salem had to go to physical therapy in order to try and fix her body like one would fix a piece of broken furniture. It was there where she met Matt; he was the assistant of her therapist but often had to sit back and simply chat with Salem due to the amount of heavy machinery needed for her. Salem wasn’t able to communicate back due to the bite guard in her teeth during these procedures, but apparently simple grunts and eye motions was enough to motivate Matt enough to keep talking.
 
 
After almost a year of pain and implements, Salem was in near perfect health, only needing a walking cane if she was constantly on her feet for a day. She and Matt had kept up with each other, sharing their favourite movies and often staying up playing video games and chatting about jobs. Today was their monthly outing, where Salem would choose a place to go and she and Matt would explore it, often a museum or something similar where they could learn and chat.
 
 
Salem got to the house that Matt rented with a few other people. She wrinkled her nose at the cars parked in front of it, several of them having cut through the decorations to park on the lawn itself. Salem carefully stepped around, heading to the back of the house. She had stuck her head in his window a few times to bother him or scare him out of the blue, which amused her greatly and was often the only time Salem was proud of her size.
 
 
Spotting the window, Salem crept over, lowering herself so that she wouldn’t be spotted as easily should Matt change to look out the window. Getting up to it, she carefully leaned up against the house so that she could peek through the window, tilting her head to limit the amount of exposure she could have.
 
 
Matt was there, facing away from her and furiously clicking on something on his laptop. He was alone in his room, nothing unusual about that. However, all Salem had to do was see what he was looking at on his computer to see that she was peeking at the very wrong time.
 
 
The house shook under her hand as she quickly sat down, feeling her face heat up to a boiling point. Obviously she knew of porn, she herself had experimented with lesbian porn since there has been an abundance of them, but Matt had something open that blew her out of the water and completely changed her view of him as a person as well.
 
 
Vore was an interesting topic in the size communities, many people feeling victimized and labeled as predators because of their troupes while a small collection felt empowered by the titles. Of course, vore was still a fiction, there was never a Giant or Giantess large enough to even consider the idea to be real and the legal ramifications would never be worth it.
 
 
Salem wasn’t focusing on that, though. Sure, she had fantasized about vore and the feeling she could get from it, but what had caught her eye was the man in the video. Thanks to her mothers, she was raised as Lesbian, ignorate of the male sexual organs that gave her mothers the seed needed to conceive her. Now that she had seen it though, something stirred within her, a feeling that she never got from the videos she had looked up. She had accepted that she would marry a woman in order to appease her mothers, but this threw a wrench in the plan alright.
 
 
“Salem?” Salem looked up, seeing Matt leaning out the window and looking down at her. Seeing his concern sent another flutter through her chest, causing another blush rise to her face. “Are you okay? You look a little… sunburned.”
 
 
“No no, it’s, uh, not that.” Salem could trust Matt, so she sat up and removed herself from the wall of the house, shuffling herself to be sitting in front of Matt’s window. “Say, do you remember me telling you that I was a Lesbian?”
 
 
“Of course. It was when I asked you out while you were in therapy.”
 
 
“Yeah…” Salem said, chuckling to herself as she rubbed her neck. “I might be wrong about that, now that I saw what you were looking at on your computer.”
 
 
Matt’s face also flushed bright red and he dipped back in his room, the sound of a laptop closing audible from the outside. Returning to the window, Matt swung his legs out and sat on the edge, letting out a sigh.
 
 
“Can you help me down? I think I know a place where we can talk properly.”
 
 
*****
 
 
Matt was waiting, the second coffee cooling off in the cold air. After checking his phone again, Salem finally turned the corner and knelt down, accepting the coffee and pouring it into her mouth.
 
 
“So, how did it go?”
 
 
“Ugh, another vorarephilia that thought I was his dream come true.” Salem mocked the last part, the familiar sentence causing Matt to roll his eyes. “Seriously, I thought that after dating so many girls that the men would be different.”
 
 
“You could always return to that dating pool.”
 
 
“I didn’t say I missed it.” Salem drew a 20 out of her wallet and passed it to the barista, who was familiar with the order by now and began to prepare the drinks. “Besides, now that I've awakened to this side of things, I don’t think I even like vagina’s anymore. I’ve deleted “HER” and my other accounts. I like what I am doing in this field of men.”
 
 
Matt smiled up at her. “Still looking for him, though.”
 
 
Salem sighed, resting her head on her elbows as she leaned down to Matt’s level. “Yeah, I’m still holding onto the hope that there really is a man that I can protect, but can still stand up for me and share in our love.” Salem looked over at Matt. “Am I asking too much?”
 
 
“No.” Matt stated firmly, standing up half-way in his seat to help the barista carry the large tray of coffee. “You shouldn’t have to alter your standards just because you can’t find someone who will respect you.”
 
 
“Even if the man I thought to fit those standards turned me down after one date.”
 
 
Matt punched Salem in the jaw lightly, earning a hearty chuckle. “That was one night and you asked me yourself to do it. Just a quick sexy vore flick and we moved on with our lives now more confident in ourselves.”
 
 
Salem raised the first cup, only needing two fingers to do so. “To accepting our differences.”
 
 
Matt tapped the cups together. “I can drink to that.”