Finding Home

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.

"Sitting?" I replied dumbly.

"What you do here, on Tula land?" She barked, clarifying her question. Oh.

"Fin-" I gestured at myself slowly. "Lost."

"Fin." The woman repeated, lowering her weapon with a frown as she ran her eyes over me, as if seeing me for the first time. "Fin, man."

"What? Yes. Man." I agreed, watching as the giantess's expression shifted.

"Man dead." She shot back in an accusatory tone.

"Erm, no?" I looked myself over. "Alive, as far as I can tell."

"Stand." Her command punctuated with a sharp jab from her spear, which had me yelping as I shot to my feet. "Short." She rumbled. "Off." She grunted, using her spear to indicate my clothing.

"Now, I don't-Hey!" I yelled as she stabbed me once more, a snarl twisting her beautiful lips. "Fine!" I complied, ripping free my shirt, quickly unbuckling my belt, and tugging down my trousers, until I was stood before the woman, towering over me, in nothing but my boxer briefs. I felt... Aroused. It was odd. I felt like a child, stood before my mother. No, that was weird. Freud eat your heart out I guess. Teacher, perhaps? Whatever it was, the fact that she had all the power, and that she was so much bigger than me. Big enough to wrap me up in her arms, and cradle me like a baby. It was hot. Hot enough, that my formidable ten inch cock had decide to introduce himself, by stretching out the fabric of my underwear as if trying to build a tent. "Off." She nodded at my boxers. I sighed, then tugged them down.

The moment my hard cock cleared the elastic rim of my boxer shorts, he swung upward with a soft slap against my belly. Pulsing, growing ever harder under the giantess's wide-eyed gaze. A fact helped none, by the soft gasp of shock that parted her soft, full, lips. Wordlessly, the woman fell to her knees, the ground shaking momentarily before she fell forward, onto all fours, her huge breasts hanging below her seductively, swaying as she crawled forward. I was ready to explode, just from the sight of her. Each time she moved forward, her great round arsecheek would rise, then fall, her tits swinging, eyes locked to my cock as she moved closer and closer, lowering herself to get a better look. What in the fuck was going on.

"What are you-" My question cut off as I felt cool, soft, skin envelop my member, my body going suddenly taught with shock. I looked down. She was stroking me, spear discarded to one side, a look of utter fascination locked to her featured as she poked, and fondled, my hard penis, sliding her hand up and down in a way that had me panting in moments.

"Not short." She muttered, lifting the shaft with one colossal fingernail to better inspect my balls. She leaned forward, then sniffed twice. A grunt of approval, before her finger began to explore the rapidly tightening, wrinkled, skin of my sack. "You give Tula children." The giantess spoke suddenly.

"Sorry?" I asked, shock warring with arousal as her gentle sensuous touch resumed along my shaft, stroking and rubbing as my legs went to jelly.

"Fin, give baby to Tula." This time, her request registered.

"You want me to fuck you?" She met my eyes.

"Fin." She repeated my name in a tone that made it clear she thought me slow. "Give baby."

"Yes, yes I know. To Tula." I cut her off, my body quivering in anticipation. This was a first. Five minutes in this reality, and I was being propositioned by a beautiful giantess? I'll take the win.

"Now." She demanded, then pulled her hand away, leaving my cock suddenly cold, craving her touch. She shifted, rocked backward, then laid down, her back to the soft grass, massive tits splayed to either side invitingly. Then she opened her legs.

I gasped as her pussy came back into view, glistening with a shining wetness that caught the sun in a way that made it seem as if it shone. Her mound was bald, lips neat and tucked away, and her slit a thing of utter beauty. I couldn't have restrained myself had I even wanted to.

I shot forward, dropping to me knees before her, my lips dancing across the soft clean shaven flesh of her inner thigh.

"What Fin-" The tone of confusion stopping short as my lips moved closer to her giant warm pussy, a groan of pleasure breaking her guttural speech as her question died on her lips. Her breathing grew heavier still as my tongue danced over her pussy lips, instinctively lifting her hips to press herself against my face, witch due to her size forced my entire face inside of her. Something, that she apparently enjoyed, as a deep whimper escaped her lips. I gasped as she pulled back, the stickiness of her pussy clinging to me with a wet squelch as her slit departed. Then it was back. This time, with pressure on the back of my head, as her huge hand slammed into me, forcing my face into her dripping wet cunt, pushing me deeper, and deeper, until my entire head had been enveloped by her wet flesh. Even from my vantage, enclosed inside her huge pussy, I could hear her cries of pleasure, the volume of her exploding as she pulled me free, then plunged me back forward. In, out, in, out, my view a blur of vaginal walls and perfect pussy, parting against my face as I passed.

Eventually, she slowed, allowing me my own freedom of movement once more as her hand departed the back of my skull. I inhaled deeply, wiping the juices from my face, and head as she lay there, on her back, gasping in recovery.

"Good." She whispered, lifting her legs. "Fin, good." The move suddenly revealing something, that had previously been obscured by the flesh of her ample buttox. Her arsehole.

Again, the primal desire took hold of me, forcing me back down, my tongue hungrily probing her wrinkled hole as I inhaled her scent. Sweaty, musty, but all woman. I kissed, and I sucked, licked, inhaled her, fucking her with my tongue as her panting began anew. I pushed harder, marvelling as the tense ring loosened, my tongue vanishing into the darkened flesh, all the way up to the base. This time, she wasted no time. With my head already covered in her own juices, it only took the slightest bit of pressure before I found my face being swallowed by her arsehole. The pressure far greater on my lubed up skull, than her pussy, though no less intoxicatingly arousing. A moment of panic gripped my heart as I felt her ring snap back around my neck, as my head passed its grip, my oxygen momentarily cut off as darkness began to edge in. Then I was free. Light passed to dark, then back to light, as the giant woman effectively used my entire head as an anal dildo, my body melting under her control, giving myself entirely to her in a way that I had never allowed myself to do before. I was nothing more than a tool for her pleasure, and I loved it.

Eventually, her rapid thrusting of my face slowed, then ceased, her grip vanishing as her now-relaxed ring hugged my neck. I remained there, panting inside her anal cavity, my face resting on her warm flesh. What a sight I must have looked from any onlookers, knelt as I was, before this giantess's spread legs, consumed up to my shoulders with my head entirely inside her ring. Slowly, I felt my surroundings contract, pushing me out, sliding my head down her anal tract as her arsehole expanded about my chin, my mouth, then my nose and the rest of my face, as daylight became visible once more.

I collapsed backwards, panting as heavily as Tula, who's huge tits raised and fell as her massive chest inflated, then deflated.

"Baby time." Came the low growl. I groaned. My entire body hurt. I rose, and looked down, noticing with some satisfaction that my cock was still raging, as hard as it had been from the moment this had all began. I stepped forward, bringing myself face to face with the huge slit before me, thrusting my arm inside her testingly, as I wondered how the fuck this was even going to work. As large as my penis was, biologically, I was too small. I could press myself flat against her slit, I guess, and hump it like a gloryhole in a wall... Which could be pretty hot, actually. Though not much fun for Tula. I paused, then shrugged. I didn't really see another way.

I pushed myself against her pussy, the warm moistness of her instantly enveloping me, her scent near overpowering. My cock felt as though it was ready to explode, even before I slid it past her beautifully smooth flaps. I began to fuck her, pressing my face into her slit to lick and suck on her engorged clit, which instantly began to swell, though after just a moment, I heard her.

"No." She stated, then shifted. Her massive hand closed about my waist, lifting me easily from the ground as she spun me around, my feet angled toward her dripping wet cunt. I frowned. What in the name of fuck was she doing? Realisation dawned, as she sank my naked feet into her warm embrace, further in I went, past the knees, past my waist, my cock suddenly swallowed by her wet flesh, before she began to pull me in and out of her. I was being used, as a giant's dildo. Whether or not Tula had just wanted more pleasure, or she had actually planned for this to work this way, I had no idea, but one thing I did know, was that I was going to cum. The friction of my body pressed against her pussy walls was grinding against my rock hard cock in a way that I had never experienced before. It was... well it was like being entirely consumed by a tight, wet, pussy, over your entire body, all at once. Her manic movements thrusting me in and out rapidly increased, as her belly began to heave, her legs twitching, as I watched in rapt fascination as my lower body penetrated her, over, and over again, slamming into her dripping wet cunt as my cock slid against her insides.

I grunted as the first convulsion took me, just as Tula's pussy let forth a jet of sweet tasting liquid, that slammed into my face and mouth. She was squirting. Jesus Christ, this was the sexiest thing that I had ever experienced. Another convulsuion caused her pussy to tighten, as she sprayed her sticky cum all over me, my cock exploding in the same instant as semen painted her insides white. We both froze, her shuddering as the orgasm spasms passed, me breathlessly sliding from her dripping pussy, used and broken, like a discarded toy as I oozed out, and down to the grass between her legs.

"You go now." Tula commanded, standing suddenly.

"Go?" I asked, dazed.

"Go no, and Tula no kill." She met my eyes warningly, before her stare softened. "Maybe come back." She shrugged, grinned then turned and began to walk away, a mixture of her own juices and my own semen, leaking from her pussy as she slowly returned to the dense forest copse. And then she was gone.