The new resident, Brian, backed through the breakroom doors with his arms held out in front of him, bent up at the elbows like a surgeon. Like all of us, now. He didn’t notice me as he went straight to the sink, tapped the footplate for hot water, collected some soap, and began scrubbing.
I waited until he was done before speaking. “Take a load off, Brian.”
He put on fresh gloves, made some coffee in the Keurig, snagged a chair with his foot, then lowered his mask to sip the bitter brew.
“How long you been on?” I asked.
He squinted at the wall clock. “Comin’ up on forty hours. You?”
“Almost the same, but I just had a four-hour nap in my car, so it’s all good.”
Brian shook his head. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
Daily Dot has a brief article up about “giantess vore,” and they cite Spitty and Arctic Giantess, two size creators I’m very happy to see get wider mention. A dozen other creators get linked, as well. Despite the headline, the (very short) article emphasizes that size kinksters come in all genders and orientations.
I would hold you in the palm of my hand, then bring you up close to my face and tell you to strip. I’ll keep my hand still, but I’ll probably rotate it to keep your cute little ass in view, particularly when you bend over.
I never expected my Tumblr journey to last so long or assume as much importance to me as it did. If I had known at the beginning how the following 45 months would play out, I’m quite sure I wouldn’t have started down this road. Nonetheless, I don’t regret a thing.