Hugh immediately relaxed watching TV. I was still traumatized from my experience under my husband's giant foot. However, I began to relax as well, but when I did, I realized that I couldn't concentrate on the screen. There was something much more fascinating in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off the human mountain my husband had become. And inevitably my eyes kept going back and forth to the huge bulge in Hugh's jeans, between his colossal legs. I was licking my lips helplessly, and at last, gathering my courage, I dared to speak to the giant:
-Tell me little one -he said in his thunderous voice. Fortunately, thanks to the intercom, he could hear my voice perfectly.
-Hugh, could you... could you... put me on your crotch, please? -Even though it was normal, given the circumstances, I couldn't believe that I felt so intimidated talking to my husband. Our trust until then had been absolute.
His face broke into a huge grin.
-Hahaha... -his manly laugh echoed-, Are you horny, little mouse? That's normal. You always liked big men. And until now I didn't realize that for you I must be huge, like a giant in a fairy tale. Do you like my package? Well, there you go...
He immediately took me in his hand and put me on the huge promontory of his jeans. Giving free rein to my desire I lay down and felt the warmth of the huge crotch. I rubbed against the rough denim as my cock grew hard. But I quickly realized it wasn't the only one. The huge bulge I was standing on undoubtedly began to grow as well.
-Ufffff -exclaimed the giant-. Look what you're doing little mouse. I'm getting horny too. We'll have to remedy this, don't you think?
And, gently pulling me aside for a moment, his hands went to the giant belt and in a second unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his shorts and his incredibly gigantic cock sprang out, now almost erect. Hugh put me next to it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That huge obelisk was more than twice my size. It was like looking at a monument. My husband let me get close, embrace it (I couldn't encompass it with my tiny arms, naturally) and feel its warmth, before he licked his hand and began to slowly masturbate. For a while he rubbed me against his cock, but as it became fully hard he feared hurting me and put me on his huge testicles, ordering me to massage and lick them. So I did, feeling absolutely in glory adoring those balls bigger than myself, and inhaling with fruition that unmistakable aroma of a male's crotch, tremendously amplified in my dimensions. I continued in this way, in complete ecstasy, working my man's balls, while upstairs the rubbing of the immense cock was getting faster and more vigorous. The giant began to moan and, a few minutes later, I felt everything around me begin to convulse, like a tremendous earthquake, and, at the same time that I heard an indescribable guttural scream, a viscous torrent poured everywhere, including my insignificant body, in incredible quantity. Spurt after spurt, the huge geyser seemed to go on forever.
At last it ceased and the giant relaxed, exclaiming, still panting:
-Bfffff, that was really intense... It had been a long time since I had cum like that.
When he caught his breath he looked at me, who was completely covered in his cum, and smiled:
-So, little mouse? Did you like it? We'll have to wash you a bit, come on....
He took me in his hand and got up, finishing taking off his jeans and underpants. He led me to the bathroom and there, turning on the hot tap and taking some liquid soap in his hands, he began to rub me between his fingers, so warmly and gently that I thought I was fainting with pleasure. The delicate rubbing of those gigantic fingers all over my body, with that affection in them, I think it was the closest thing to paradise I have ever known. I abandoned myself to those intense sensations while thanking heaven that I was born, totally in glory. Evidently my cock went rock hard and my giant husband noticed:
-Wow, looks like you need a relief too, huh?
And with the pads of two of his colossal fingers he began to gently masturbate me. My cock was, however, so tiny that he couldn't really reach to pinch it between the immense fingertips, and, desisting, he limited himself to touching the tip of my tiny penis with one finger. Even so, I felt such pleasure at the giant stimulus that all my blood rushed to my cock and I burst into an incredible orgasm, the likes of which I don't think I had ever felt before. Mind you, even though I seemed to have released gallons and gallons of sperm, I realized that my tremendous ejaculation had only slightly stained the tip of the colossal finger that was stimulating me. Remembering the huge viscous explosion I had felt on my body a few minutes earlier, I did indeed feel like a little mouse, as Hugh was saying.
Hugh set me down on the sink as I caught my breath. The contrast between the cold porcelain and the warmth of his hand was tremendous. My husband finished undressing and stepped into the shower. When he came out drying off, still naked, I was again fascinated by that huge body. He no longer looked like the man I was in love with, he really looked like a god, worthy of all adoration. He took me again in his hand and told me jovially that it was time to sleep. He then headed for the bedroom, but not before picking up the cage that had been left on the living room table. I was overcome with sadness when, placing it on the bedside table, he opened the door and invited me in.
-Do I have to be caged, Hugh? Can't I sleep with you? -I asked desolately.
-No, honey, it would be too dangerous. What if I moved in my sleep and crushed you? Have you forgotten how vulnerable you are now? I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you!
He was right and I couldn't reply to that. However, I still insisted:
-But I can stay at the bedside table, I don't have to be locked up!
-Remember what the guy at the reduction center told us. The cage protects you from being attacked by a fly, a bee, a spider...anything. I feel much calmer knowing that you are safe.
