Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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This is a collaborative fetish adult play story between a client and I. I’d like to thank him for letting me share this with everybody. It’s interesting; originally I was going to write a story, only using the following conversations as a blueprint, of sorts. But, the dynamic of the messages is pretty golden… at least to me. As you can see, we had a great deal of fun with our special endeavor. And I hope you enjoy it just as much as we did.

To give you some background, my friend (we’ll call him David). He secretly loves giantesses; it’s a weakness for him. Poor David thought that he had his unusual desires under control. But, when he becomes vulnerable in front of me, his life changes forever!

The following is the prologue. His version is in bold.

Let’s say we’re in a bar in the e. village or maybe somewhere in your neighborhood. Somewhere that serves white wine (I’m a writer, what can I say) and we’re drinking and unwinding after a pretty hard week. This is probably one of the few times we get to hang out by ourselves so while we may be cool, we haven’t been able to get to know each other too well. So, we drink… I’m sipping slower than you are so you’ll probably be blitzed before I get there. And we start to talk about what I do with different fetishes. I tell you about the different people I talk to and different types of fetishes I talk about.

I mention body growth and your eyes light up. You ask me more about that in particular. I admit I don’t know much since I haven’t met many people who enjoyed giantess fantasies. But I started to describe some fantasies I’ve heard. Like ladies the size of skyscrapers swimming through the East River. Or a slithering giantess torturing her human food in the middle of a dry desert. You ask me to tell you one of the stories. But, I decide not to. And I won’t tell you why. Instead, I decide that the night’s getting pretty late (though we’re both working freelance… it’s not like we have a real job in the morning). I insist it anyway.

I can see me simply commenting about swimming against the current of water in the ocean as this currently un-named giantess drinks the water, pulling me with it. Being a swimmer, and slightly tipsy at the time, I would probably have a slightly sly and coy demeanor about me with it, slightly over-confident, but playful, about how I’d easily out-swim the current. Your response might be a simple, “I don’t know…maybe…”, just before bringing your almost-empty wine glass up, eyeing me the entire time as you take special effort in letting the wine flow in slowly but surely to your mouth…

David: While sitting on my couch, enjoying the oddities of NetFlix’s daily selection of “new releases” for TV shows, I suddenly hear a sound at his door. A knock. I wasn’t expecting anyone, nor had I buzzed anyone in. With an odd tingle up my spine, I stood up and walked to the door and opened it without even looking through the peephole. “Whoa…Hey Christina! A little unexpected…did we have plans?” I ask, taken off-guard and only realizing afterward that it might have sounded rude.

me: I step through the door without so much as an invitation in and look around the apartment. “Well, this isn’t too bad,” I say. Then I tell that we didn’t have plans. I hold up a rectangular brown box in my hands. “But we have plans now,” I say.

David: “Ah I see.” I say with a chuckle, suspicious and skeptical, but suddenly relaxed. I look at the brown box in your hands. “You didn’t bring me chocolates did you?”, I ask with a playful tone. After the conversation the previous evening over wine, it felt far more natural to joke with her.

David: Opening the box I look inside. “Two remotes. Is this some kind of a gag, Christina?” I ask as I look towards you, holding them up one in each hand with a smirk, clearly confused.

me: “No. It’s a game.” I take one of the remotes, slowly backing away from you as I watch you inspect the remote. “Two remotes. One for me and one is for you. And the object of the game is just to finish it.” I slowly lift the remote control and take aim for you.

David: I hold the remote in my hand up, looking at it and then when I see you aiming the remote in your hand towards me, my eyes widen. “Whoa….wh…what is this?” I ask, still smiling slightly but now clearly suspicious. As if by instinct, I put my hands up and back up a step slowly as if you were pointing a gun at me. It’s a remote, but I have a strange, sinking feeling there’s more than meets the eye. “Christina, wh…”

me: Then, before you know it, the last thing you see is a white hot flash that nearly blinds you! Then, when it disappears, you realize that you’re no longer in your apartment.

David: Before I can respond or protest, or even move, everything becomes white, surrounding and enveloping me. The sound around me fades and shifts, and suddenly, I feel my stomach slowly lurching. When my vision seems to clear, I realize I’m free-falling. Confused, but adrenaline-jolted now, I clutch the remote in one hand as I am free-falling. Everything in the distance is extremely blurry, out of focus. And then the wind in my ears is all I can hear as my senses return. Suddenly, I finally look down as I see a large, curly black “forest” below me. It looks like it could cushion my fall. I don’t even think about what it might be. I just know I’ll need both hands.

I begin to fall into this forest of softness, and instinctively release the remote in one hand as I clamber for hold with my hands. IT’s like falling into threads of silk. I can’t get a solid grip, but my descent slows…and suddenly, I manage to get a handhold. I begin to slide through this forest of silk, breathing heavily with adrenaline as I try to find a way to slow my sliding, when suddenly everything clears and I am overlooking an enormously high “cliff”. I begin to go over the edge, and hanging onto this “thread”, I descend, and suddenly find that I’m dangling precariously.

me: When the white hot flash evaporates, I notice that you’re gone. It was expected, but I gasp nonetheless. Can’t think too much about it though… the game has already started! Suddenly, I turn the remote on myself and press the red button. Then, everything around me is enflamed in white. I see it swirl around me, shaping a landscape that was suddenly clear. I thought I was about to tip over. But then, I regain my balance, holding onto the stove in front of me. I discover I’m back in my apartment. And I look down and notice that my waffle box is there, along with my cookie sheet. Suddenly, I feel something drop on my scalp. And, without even a second thought, I instantly know what it is. I remain calm, smile to myself, and prepare my breakfast.

Somehow, the sudden travel from your apartment to my kitchen has made me tired. I yawn, tilting my head way back and opening my mouth as big as I can. I let out a hearty yawn and lean forward to stretch the back of my neck. And that’s when a thick strand of hair dangles in front of me. At first, I ignore it and slide a waffle onto the cookie sheet. But then it starts to tickle my nose. So, I shake the fray strands from the lock away from my nose.

David: Hanging on for dear life, it’s only when I come up against something solid that I’m able to stop and look around. Completely unaware of where it is that I am at the moment, I look down, and see the familiar surface of her countertop. “Wha…..”, I mutter to myself. It’s then that I notice what I’m resting against is in fact the tip of a nose. Not just any nose, your nose! As your head tips back when you yawn, I find myself now literally standing on the tip of your nose, smaller than a grain of rice. “Christina?!?” I shout, as I feel air shifting all around me. I look over my shoulder, and the sight is intense; your mouth is open so wide with a yawn, the air pulling in as you inhale.

Even though I’m drawn to the sight, I turn away almost as if I’m not allowed to look. When you finally lean forward again, I look down and notice that the remote has landed on the countertop. In an instant, I realize that I absolutely have to get that remote at all costs. While I’m looking however, I am suddenly knocked. I struggle to hang on, not realizing it was your finger gently and casually knocking your strand of hair with me on it. I swing out in front of your face, before slowly coming back and knocking against the upper part of your left cheek. “Christina!!” I shout again, wondering if she can hear me. I begin to remember something we spoke about the previous night as well. This seemed somewhat familiar, this entire situation.