Undressing For Her

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Just a wham, bam, thank-you-viewer collage.

One of the two I’ve come up with that include dangling naughty bits, I think.

Update [April 7, 2017]:

As to the collaging process… this is one of those few collages where I would change very little, if anything. I’m happy with the way it looks, and I’m not going to spend any time editing, especially now that I have so much writing to do, and eventually want to get into digital images, and write some size-related songs.

As always, the shadows where the most important part here. I think I split his body in half so that the lighting on his legs would match the light source on hers, and at the same time, so that his upturned little face would be tilted towards her, and not to the right. Things like that have to make sense for me in an image like this, and it’s no wonder more and more artists turn to renders, where none of these worries take place.

Now, what do I see when I see them…?

* * *

“Should I take off my shirt now?”

“No, leave it on.”

“Why?”

“I have my reasons.”

“Can you share those reasons?”

“No.”

“My giantess, I’m standing here before you, nearly below you, with my… gifts to you out in the open. Can’t you at least give me a reason why I’ve been standing here for the last five minutes, holding my shirt up for you? And you just stand there, smiling down at me. I’m starting to feel a little nervous.”

“My tiny pet, I owe you no explanations. Continue to stand there because it’s my wish that you do so. That’s enough for you.”

“Please, my giantess. I’d like to know what you’re thinking. You’ve never given me a single reason to fear you, but I do. The things you make me do sometimes…”

“What of them?”

“I would not do them for anyone else. I’ve never done them for anyone else.”

“Good. No one else possesses you. No one else has rights over you.”

“Yes. So… I’ll stand here forever if that’s what you want. I’ll hold my shirt up until the end of time if it pleases you. I’ll ask no more questions, and look up into your eyes, and do what makes you happy.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear. Now I’ll tell you why I wanted you to keep your shirt on, and what’s about to happen to it. Say, ‘goodbye, shirt’.”

* * * 

And he did. And that shirt was never seen again. Not in one piece.

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