Original Author: Gaturm
The high stools, the long wooden tables, a pinball machine leaned against the wall. You were in a bar, all right.
Though not a very successful one. Absolutely no one was in. You would have thought that the establishment was closed were it not for the extremely bored looking woman behind the counter.
You froze as you saw her. The woman absolutely towered over you, rising above you like a skyscraper. You were barely even the size of her ankle! Your breathing stopped as you took in her nearly incomprehensible size.
But on top of that there was another reason for your transfixion.
The giantess was gorgeous, in every possible way. Long, black hair flowed down her back, unkempt but soft. It reached down all the way to her behind, which was clad in a daringly short leather skirt. It's only security were the two large suspenders snaking up her sides and over her shoulders. The two large straps were pushed aside though by an - and you couldn't help but blush - absolutely massive chest, covered by a very tight and very short, white tank top. It didn't even reach down to her belly, simply cutting off right below her cleavage. Even from down here, you could see just how much larger a single one of her breasts was than you.
You swallowed, hard. A strange feeling arose in your stomach. You wouldn't have minded visiting a strange place like this, but your minuscule size made this completely terrifying. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to seek cover and hide. But you also knew you couldn't survive on your own. Help from a giant was the most important thing right now if you wanted to survive.
The fact that the only person you could see was an absolute bombshell certainly influenced your decision. Someone this beautiful couldn't be evil, right?
At least you tried rationalizing it. But as you approached the gargantuan women, your fear of her grew just as much as your admiration. As you finally came around the counter, you were confronted with her enormous red boots. She was crossing her legs, leaning on one foot while tapping the ground impatiently with the other. You flinched as the image of you crushed beneath those boots entered your mind.
With a shake of your head, you banished the thought. You needed help. Now the only thing you had to do was to figure out a way to contact this gorgeous giantess.
Climbing the counter she was leaning against was an option. The surface was everything but smooth, worn down with the years. Ridges and dents scarred the surface, which would make perfect footholds. The only thing worrying you was, just how tall the counter was. It would be a long way to climb.
There was another opportunity, however. The giantess' boots weren't in the best condition, and you could spy a small hole in one of them. Still, it was large enough to crawl into. You knew from experience just how sensitive feet could be. If you were lucky, all it would take was a single poke for the giantess to notice you. Of course, this would be incredibly dangerous. If she so much as shifted her weigh, you might end as a splatter on her floor.
The final option was to make enough noise for her to notice you. Looking around, you could see some large glass bottles, full with a dark brown liquid, probably whiskey, collecting dust in the corner. If you tipped those over, the giantess would surely notice. You could only hope that she would understand you making a mess to get her attention.
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