#gentlegiantess

[voraciousartistry]

[sweaterpupster]

Guilty of.... stealing a smooch

[sweaterpupster]

SNEAK ATTACK animation

[sweaterpupster]

Dream Sequence Character Designs... all the tinies are normies all the normies are giants

[sweaterpupster]

[sweaterpupster]

Married couple having a day in

[sweaterpupster]

Monicas watched by Johns parents most days but does NOT DO DRESS UP?? Jak steps up and tests out clothes Umma makes instead. He doesnt mind being pretty to make her happy... doesnt mind being pampered either.

[deltamanxxsm]

When your partner is magic:

We have nowhere to be this weekend. For the last hour or so, when we would pass each other in the kitchen or the hall, she booped my nose and I would loose 2-4 inches in height. I’m not sure yet, but I think she’s keeping the size for herself. She past my height in the first 10 minutes of this game, and that baggy pj shirt she's wearing is starting to pucker around the buttons.

A couple minutes ago, she easily pushed in front of me at the kitchen sink. I laughed and said something clever, like “hey!” She spun around, with her arms above her shoulders, and “accidentally” knocked me off my feet with her enormous breasts.

“Oh, babe! I didn’t see you there!” She leaned all the way down to help me up. As we stood up, she firmly pulled me to her. My face in her cleavage, she gently put her finger under my chin and raised my face to look up into hers. With the same finger- “boop!”

For the next ten or fifteen seconds, I watched her mischievous face slide behind a horizon of taught flannel, like a sunset, as the top of my head gradually sank below the underside of her breasts.

She continued to press me into her with a pair of large, well manicured hands. She dramatically blurted, “ohmygosh! Where did you go?? You were just here a minute ago!” The moment was punctuated with a ‘pop’ as the top button on her shirt let go.

I looked up and could just begin to see her face through the newly opened space between her beasts, each of them much larger than my head. “Oh there you are, little guy! Boop!” The comically baggy boxers I had tied off at my waistline just gave up and slid down to my ankles.

As I pressed my smiling face against her, I felt the soft worn fabric slide upward until my eyes were level with her navel. I watched as the bottom of her shirtfront lifted up like a theatre curtain to reveal said navel. Two more buttons let go.

I love when she does this. This is my favorite game. It’s going to be a good weekend.