The giant door shuts with a soft thump as Timber exits our 50-story bedroom with a husbandly goodbye. It’s just me and Henry now, all 40 stories of him.
For a moment, we’re nothing more than two 22-year-old husbands sitting on a giant bed.
He gently rubs the top of my head with his pinky finger while I lean back into the warm crotch of his yellow boxer briefs.
The smell emanating from behind me is pure masculinity, and his muscular legs are crossed around me.
Then, while I’m listening to the morning birds outside our bedroom’s sunlit window, Henry’s wolf ears twitch.
“Lance, your cell phone is ringing,” he says.
I pat the empty pockets of my cargo pants, the only article of clothing I have on right now. “Did you put it in this room, or our human-sized room?”
Henry picks me up with his fingers and places me to his side. Then, he jumps off of bed, causing the springy mattress to launch me upward.
I land unharmed but slightly annoyed.
Henry stretches his strong arms above his head, performing another fake giant yawn. He’s obviously flexing for me, showing off his muscular back and butt.
He looks over his shoulder at me and feigns surprise. “Whoops, did I send you flying again?”
“I thought you were going to give me the perfect Saturday,” I say, staring at his beautiful butt in yellow boxer briefs.
“How could it be perfect if I didn’t push you around a bit? You’ll never admit you like it just as much as me and Timber.”
I blush. “If my phone is in the human room, will you pick me up and take me there?”
Henry gives a contrarian grin. “Since you’re afraid of heights today, I’ll get it for you. Just wait here.”
He saunters out of the bedroom wearing just his boxer briefs, pretending not to hear my protests.
When did this bully-play routine start? When we first met in the professor’s size examination lab, Henry was the meekest creature I’d ever seen, human or Wolfian.
He only spoke when spoken too, tersely and quietly, and he only looked at the ground. Back then, he had a lot of trouble with uncontrolled growth. Whenever he saw the ground move away, he would immediately kneel with his forehead on the floor and shut his eyes tight.
He said he was wishing to be small. But being small was far from what he really wanted.
“Spam call,” Henry says as he reenters the bedroom, rubbing his bulge which is many times larger than I am.
His ears are drooping down. With my tiny powers, I sense that something is bothering him.
“You’re sad,” I say.
Henry’s ears flatten further. Then, he furrows his brow and wills his ears to perk up to a neutral position. “Today’s your perfect day. I’ll pamper you now.”
“Henry, you can’t hide your emotions from—“
He pounces onto the bed with a thoom, sending me flying once again. I land on my back, and the next thing I now his giant face is inches away. I can’t see his eyes from this distance, only his mouth and nose.
He licks my abs with his giant tongue. “Don’t talk, just feel good,” he says.
My cheeks turn red. “Henry, you can’t use sex to hide your feelings.”
Henry’s tongue is warm, rough, and moist. “I can’t hide my feelings, but I can hide you in my stomach,” he says.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Henry stops licking my abs. He raises his head, allowing me to see his giant yellow eyes, which are about as wide in diameter as I am tall at 5’7.
He’s putting on a poker face, but my emotion sensing tells me he’s upset.
“What’s wrong is…I didn’t put any thought into making you feel good earlier. I was a selfish husband. Sorry I suffocated you.”
Henry dives his head down again and licks my left nipple with his giant wet tongue. I feel the warm breath from his nostrils massage the top of my head.
I don’t want to give in to the electric bliss of his nip play.
“I can’t feel good when you’re sad,” I say. “I like bully-sex, not worry-sex.”
“Since when do you admit you like being bullied?” Henry says between gentle licks.
“I admit it when I’m worried about you!” I say. The licks are making my dick hard, but that’s not important.
“How can you be worried when your tiny dick is so hard in your shorts?”
I grab his spongy tongue with both of my hands and try to push it off me.
Henry snickers. “You want to wrestle with my tongue?” Okay, but you’re gonna lose.”
Henry uses his tongue to pin my right arm to the bed. I struggle to no avail. There’s more strength in his tongue than my entire body. Still, I close my eyes tight as I strain against the giant tongue.
“You taste so good. Should I eat you now?”
“Stop bullying me!”
“What’s that?” Henry says as he licks me across horizontally, hand to chest to hand. “You want me to stop bullying you?”
“Yes! I can’t enjoy it when you’re worried. It makes me worried too. I feel all your emotions!”
“Then stop feeling them.”
“I won't stop when—"
Henry raises his face again. “You have more control over your sizable energy than I do. You can shut off your emotion reading any time.”
“I don’t want to turn it off. I want to know how you’re feeling.”
“What if I don’t want you to know? Are husbands not allowed to have privacy?”
“I didn’t mean…”
Raising his head, Henry humphs and looks at me like I’m an insignificant speck. “If you can force your emotion reading on me, I can force my tongue on you.”
Henry lowers his face once more, this time licking the crotch of my cargo pants.
Henry overpowers me effortlessly, and my toes curl from the stimulation.
There's nothing I can do to stop him. Not within reason.
I push against him for a few more seconds, and then go limp. I stop resisting his expression of love.
After I go limp, Henry pauses his assault on my groin.
"Are you angry at me now?” he says.
My breathing is heavier than I want.
“I’m worried, not angry," I say. "But you made a good point. If you don’t want to tell me what you’re thinking, I won’t harass you.”
For a moment, Henry breaks eye contact. Then, he smiles softly.
“Thanks,” he says. “I’ll give my tiny husband all the sexual harassment he needs to keep his lucidity under control.”
As Henry continues licking my crotch, I appreciatively rub his tongue with my hands. He lets out a guttural growl, and the sound buzzes through my whole body.
“I remember the first time we did this,” I say.
Henry responds by increasing the strength of his licks. My toes curl as my climax draws near.
Henry stops licking for a moment and blows a slow, warm breath over my whole body. “Don’t think about back then,” he says. “Forget the past.”
“I can’t help it.”
Henry stops licking and rolls onto his back. He looks at the ceiling, and I look at him.
“You can’t stop trying to protect me,” he says with a melancholy smile.
“Why would I ever want to stop? And you know Timber argues with you because he sees your potential.”
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have any of this without the professor.” Henry counts to three with his fingers. “I never thought I’d say it, but I’m lucky. I have three people on my team.”
“If things go well with Planet Superior, more people might come around,” I say. “Maybe your family will—“
“They’ll never love me.”
I lean my torso up. “Now that Superiors are mingling with Earth’s culture, more Earthlings understand that giants are more than stompers.”
Henry turns his head to look at me. “Humans understand.”
“You’re a Wolfian, and you understand giants aren’t all bad guys, right?”
Henry sighs through his nose. “I understand because I’m a gentle giant.”
“That’s right. And you’re a—“
His left wolf ear drops. “Don’t say it.”
“You’re a good dog.”
Henry covers his face with his hands.
“Why does that embarrass you so much?”
Henry’s ears flatten. “Some things, humans will never understand.”
“Okay, I’ll stop.”
“Do me a solid and never say that in front of another Wolfian.”
“Didn’t you say you’d never be friends with a Wolfian anyway? Why would you get embarrassed in front of one?”
“I’ll never be accepted by them, but I still have Wolfian instincts. I’d die inside if they saw a human treat me like a pet.”
“But you like when your husbands say it.”
Henry lowers his hands. “Only when we’re alone.”
I stand up and begin walking toward the top of his head.
Henry pulls back. “No! You can’t rub my ears before I make you cum!”
He grabs me forcefully with his fingers and holds me above his determined face. The more I struggle, the more tightly he grips my tiny body.
“Time for the washing machine,” he says. With an ah sound, he opens his mouth wide.
I have a perfect view of the inside of his mouth, fangs and all, well lit in the morning light.
Suddenly, I lose a large portion of my lucidity.
Henry’s ears twitch. “Just looking at my mouth makes your dick harder, huh? I’ll have to remember this position.”
“Are you…going to…digest me?” I say.
“Digest you? Are you losing lucidity?”
I begin to pant as my lucidity continues to plummet. A confusing mixture of instinctive fear and sexual arousal swirls through my body.
“I’m…sorry…” I say as I continue to squirm. “Please, don’t eat me…”
A look of concern shows on Henry’s face. He scratches his head with his free hand.
“You must really be exhausted from yesterday,” he says. “Ah, damn! And when you woke up, all did was make you climb my dick like an obstacle course.”
His swearing makes me close my eyes in fear.
Noticing he intimidated me, Henry softens his speech. “Hey, don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
My fear increases with my arousal. Nothing makes sense anymore.
“Do you know who I am?” Henry says.
“You’re a giant.”
“I’m Henry. Remember?”
“You’re…I’m…”
“You’re my husband. We’re in our home right now. And you’re not in any danger.”
The giant sets me down on the gargantuan bed. I sit down, holding myself up with my hands as I look up at his invincible muscles.
I can’t stop shivering. There’s nowhere for me to go.
“Why did your lucidity drop so quickly?” the giant asks.
I feel fear and panic and sexual bliss swirl inside of me like a tornado. I’m too afraid to speak.
The giant slowly reaches his finger to touch me. I’m already shivering so much that I can’t flinch. There’s no escape. I close my eyes and hope my death will be painless.
Instead of breaking my bones, the giant softly rubs his index finger under my chin. “I need to call the professor,” he says.
“You don’t want to hurt me?” I ask.
“I could never hurt you,” the giant says as he gently rubs his index finger down my abs.
For a reason I don’t understand, those words cause me to climax in the shorts I’m wearing. The strength in my arms leaves and I fall onto my back.
The giant slowly picks me up and holds me in the palm of his hand. I must be one inch tall.
“I’ve never seen you in this state,” he says.
Suddenly, he startles me when he turns his head and yells “Timber!”
I’m terrified by his shout. What’s going to happen to me?
“Damn,” the giant says. “It’s just you and me today, Lance.”
“Why did you shout? Are you angry?”
The giant’s dog ears twitch. “I wasn’t angry. I was just trying to see if your other husband is here, but it looks like he’s gone for the day.”
“But… you said you’re my husband.”
“You have two husbands. You’re a size changer suffering from lucidity amnesia, so you don’t remember us.”
“I’m…confused.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you, and nothing will hurt you. I’m not hurting you now, am I?”
The arousal stimulating my body begins to subside.
“This room is big, but we have smaller rooms,” the giant named Henry says. “I’ll take you somewhere more comfortable, and you can take a shower.”
Henry gently carries me off of the bed and takes me out of the bedroom. We pass through massive hallways until we reach a white door with a red sign above it. The sign says “Atrium: all sizes.”
He says this place is my home, but I don’t know anything about it.
