You were stirred from your sleep by an overwhelming sensation on your forehead, though not an unfamiliar one: soft, wet lips that left your hair and face soaking wet. Your eyes opened to meet the billboard sized face of your wife, Melissa. Her emerald eyes shone just like the gem, and a smile pulled her ruby, red lips apart to show you brilliant, white teeth.
"Morning, babe."
"Mmm. Time to get up already?"
"Fraid so. You need a minute to wake up?"
"No. I'm good. Wanna pick me up?"
"Gladly!" Standing up first, you watched her rise high into the air, her head nearly touching the ceiling despite it being sized just for her. You took in all 50 feet of her, from her waist which was as far down as you could see, up to her auburn hair which went well with the fall weather we were having. She bent over and slid her hand under your body, her warm hand heating it up as she lifted you into the cool of the morning. She seemed to be shivering a bit, but her body heat kept you comfortable.
A short walk to the kitchen, and she deposited you on the counter as you ran over to your own kitchen which was set up on hers. To spare the boring details of making breakfast, it's best to explain how this house exists.
Melissa, as much as you knew, was the only giantess in existence. She had been born at an incredible size, and thanks to her rich parents they built her a house set apart from the entire world. It was made for someone her size, though maybe a bit smaller than expected since it was made when she was a child. The food she had was delivered daily by dozens of helicopters, so she was never really lacking. As for how you ended up with her, that's a story best left for later.
Once breakfast was done, you joined Melissa where she sat on a barstool, her own plate big enough to hold dozens of people on it, though there would never be a scenario where that happened. For all of her intimidating size, Melissa was the gentlest person you knew. Unfortunately, many people who met her were not enthusiastic about her existence, including your parents.
"So, babe...what are the plans for today?" You thought to yourself for a moment, trying to recall your plans.
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