Dahlia bites her lip and smiles. "Ah was jus' thinkin' the same thing, ma li'l man." Her hand rushes to her face, nuzzling you powerfully against her cheek for a moment before withdrawing and freeing you on the bedside cabinet again.
Your guardian sits up on the bed, looming like a colossus. "It's ma job ta keep ya safe, so ah can't let you git too far from me ever," she says, rising to stand even taller.
The darkly-clad giantess puts you somewhat in mind of a 'Beetlejuice'-era Winona Ryder, and from this position you get something of the feeling that the title character must have felt in that model town. If only you could hope that she has a similar place to keep you, and not where you fear this is heading...
Indeed, Dahlia begins to strip from herself items of clothing, perhaps in what she imagines is a sultry manner. To three-quarter inch you, each garment that drops is an apocalypse in itself.
With hands on hips, she looks down at you, wearing naught but large, practical bra and underpants. Clearly she wasn't expecting to have to wear some fancy lingerie tonight, and you're fine with that!
"Pa'd have a fit if'n he knew ah was takin' a man to ma bed afore marriage," she drawls, stooping to once again take you in her grasp. She holds you to her face while the other hand lifts the bedsheets. "But ah know ya wouldn't take advantage o' me, and even if ya wanted to, ah don't think ya could!"
The thought is far from your mind as the teenager climbs into bed, and after the earthquake that follows she has a few final words for you: "Sleep tight. See ya in the mornin'."
Then she closes her eyes, and you find that she has placed you on the left side of her chest, directly above her heart. Her hands are cupped protectively around you, an overwhelming canopy of unyielding flesh and bone. She pribably thinks it romantic, clutching you close to her heart, but with the organ's unwavering, rhythmic thumping shaking your world every moment you don't know how you'll get to sleep! In fact, in the warm dark, dominated by the life-functions of a giant woman, this puts you more in mind of a mother's womb than a romantic embrace...
Regardless, is this how you really want to spend the night? Dahlia hasn't clasped you tight, and there is enough room to move around. Add to that, with every breath she takes a gap opens between her chest and hands, one that you could get through if you were fast enough. From there...
If you didn't want to offend Dahlia, you could climb across to her pillow, beside her gigantic head, and rest there for the night. Give her some excuse in the morning.
Or you could nip this whole thing in the bud: march from here right to her ear, shout her awake and demand to set things straight. Direct action will get results!
This is of course an opportunity to escape from the attention of these giants entirely. You could climb from the bed and get out of here. Question is, do you still want to remain in this building living off them unaware, or try to escape from the house completely?
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