fantasy
Some say, that inter-dimensional travel feels somewhat like childbirth. For me, it was like getting smashed in the face with a stone mallet. Repeatedly. Non-stop. For at least five years.
I gasped as I finally fell forward onto the warm green grass, my portal vanishing behind me with a sound slightly reminiscent of a zipper on a pair of pants being drawn. I coughed, expelling the strange purple fluid that always seemed to build up in my lungs whenever I hopped from one reality to the other, as if the space between was something akin to a river, or perhaps an ocean. With a sigh, I rolled myself onto my back. I guess it was time to find out what sort of hellscape I landed myself in this time.
I sat up, taking in my surroundings with experienced professionalism. Something that I had learned to do, after the fifth or so time that I had nearly shed my mortal coil, by plummeting headfirst into the unknown, on previous transitions.
Blue sky. That was a bonus. I hated the places with weird crimson overheads, or green. Fuck green. Green skies cast everything in a sickly sheen, as if the whole world had suddenly become unwell. The grass looked normal here too, something I had realised during my face-first fall, that hadn't really registered until this very moment. I breathed in deeply, relishing the clear, crisp, country air. Breathable. Obviously. There had been a few, where that hadn't been the case. I looked around, noting the vast oak trees, sycamores, firs, and other recognisable species dotting the rolling hills, then frowned. Hope bloomed.
"Calm down, Fin." I muttered to myself, attempting to still my racing heart. "You know full well that just because it's similar, doesn't mean it's home." I had fallen into that trap many, many times. More times than I could count. Hit a few checkboxes of what I remembered of my own reality, and instantly I've persuaded myself that against all odds, I'd made it back. Not this time. I took another deep breath, searching my surroundings desperately, looking for anything that seemed even remotely out of place. "Holy shit." I whispered, as I continued the survey. There was nothing. The earth was brown, leaves green. The wind didn't speak, yell or whisper, it just blew. The clouds overhead didn't even change colour when you looked to the left, they just simply
existed,
exactly how clouds were supposed to be
. "Holy fucking shit.
" I couldn't help it, the excitement was rising. This, could be the British countryside. Could I really have found my way home?
No, was the answer to my unspoken question, delivered in the form of a eighty foot scantily clad woman, that pushed her way out of a dense copse of trees. I groaned. The newcomer was lithe, with long golden-blonde hair, clothed in nothing more than a scrap of brown cloth, that just-about covered her nethers, boulder-sized breasts swinging in the wind, naked and free, as she tore through the knee-high grass with a long sharpened stick held high overhead. My groan stopped. My first thought, being a hot blooded man, was
damn.
I mean, giant, armed, and angry, or not. She was hot. It was also the first time that I realised I likely had a giantess fetish, as I watched her perfectly tear-drop shaped giant melons swinging and slapping against each other as she approached. My second thought, was,
oh shit.
"
What you do here?" The woman boomed in a tone that wouldn't have been out of place coming from an ape. I blinked in confusion, looked down at the grass beneath me, then up at the sharp end of the pointy stick that the woman held angled down at me threateningly, desperately attempting to ignore the giant swell of her naked breasts, or the fact that from my vantage point on the floor, I could see right up under the cloth flap. Her vagina was beautiful. Shaven, clean, and the type that just seemed incredibly neat. Not to mention the fact that at her size, I could probably fuck her with my entire head. God, that would be wild. I forced the thought from my mind, as my cock began to swell uncomfortably.
