“In my dreams she’s the king
I wanna be the queen
She’s got cookie brown eyes”
-The Presets
Today you spread your arms
As wide as they will go
Nurse your courage any way you can
Walk up to the giantess and say
“May I have a hug?”
Say it in your softest voice
Because we get startled too
Say it with your loving heart
I know you have one
Push aside your own desires
And drag to the forefront
The goodness in you
She needs it
So stretch your tiny arms
Nothing but thin twigs to her
And smile
Disregard the screams
Others don’t have your courage
Ignore those that watch the wheels
And turn her world around
Rip off your own clothes
In show of sympathy for her lack of apparel
And stretch your arms
“May I have a hug?”
She will always say “Yes”.
What happens after that
Is only up to her
But your life now means something
She reaches for you
She smiles, her hand warm
She hugs you back
And in that universe of flesh
You disappear in peace
You are now one
Your body keeping time
With the clock of her heart
You sink into her chest
And for the first and last time
You belong
🤗🤗🤗
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Thank you for the hugs! 🙂
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awwwww…
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Thank you for the fawning! 😀
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Like I always say, From your mouth to Goddess’s ears.
As badly as I want to hug a giant woman, so too do I want to be hugged by a giant woman. Best of all is to hug a squid.
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That’s no distance at all. 🙂
It’s all about that reciprocity, my friend.
And yes, my hugs are wonderful. Actually, all honest hugs are, no matter their size. I once knew this guy who “loved” hugs but all he wanted was to crush women’s boobies against his chest. What a slimebucket.
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Sounds like heaven.
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It is heaven. I’m sure that, in some dimension where all these holidays are real, giantesses and tinies hugged all day long.
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