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I’d always found myself drawn to the instinctual response humans had to fear: fight-or-flight . I knew mine would make me fight. Why would I instinctually run when I lived in the middle of nowhere? The only danger I could face was an oversized spider or a late bus. I knew I was a fighter. I never doubted that.
Then I heard there were two other options: fawn or freeze. I thought about them and considered who I was. I would never freeze up; it made as much sense as running away. Fawn sounded fake. Why would I ever fawn over something I saw as a danger? I knew I would instinctively fight. The others didn’t make sense.
Of course, the world proceeded to test me. Earthquakes, on the one day I chose to relax on the roof of my building. I stayed where I was, nervous that entering the building would lead to a greater danger. The strange earthquake had inconsistent pauses. Ones that I stayed confused about until a shadow rested over me.
A giant had chosen to visit my middle-of-nowhere city. My heart pounded as I tried to look up at their face. It was new for them to go near humans. To explore the places built by people that were the size of their fingers. Now, one stood right in front of my building. Eyes on me.
“Oh?” the giant’s voice was soft, almost like a melody.
If she grabbed me, I would fight. I knew how my instincts would work. I tried to keep that thought in mind as I watched her start to crouch. As her face cleared up from the shadows and the wind whipped around me because of her.
“Hi?” she whispered. Her breath caused my clothes and hair to flutter. The warmth of that air made my skin tingle. She was a force of nature. I couldn’t make myself move. That massive eye stayed trained on me. As my mouth opened I realized I had been wrong. My instinct wasn’t to fight.
It was to fawn.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
“O-oh,” she blushed.
Fawn .
“Positively stunning.”
She turned away with a small smile.
Fawn.
“Your lips are such a warm shade of red. Your eyes make me think of the sweetest milk chocolate.”
“R-really?” she squeaked.
Fawn .
“And your hair, such a curious shade that makes me think of the night sky.”
“Th-thank you,” her voice was soft this time. “You’re adorable.”
Fawn.
“Not as adorable as you.”
The giant looked away. Her cheeks were as red as her lips. I didn’t fight. In fear, my mind chose to fawn. I didn’t know what to do, or how to act. Those eyes looked at me. A question in them that terrified me. What if she chose to take me? She did say she thought I was adorable.
“Would you like to go out? Maybe tomorrow?” she asked.
Fawn.
“I’d love to.”
“Great!” her smile was as big if not bigger than a billboard. White teeth, sharp canines. Sharp enough to be fangs. “I’ll pick you up here? Tomorrow… noon?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“I can’t wait!”
Her voice was a little loud. I couldn’t hold back a flinch, but she didn’t notice. The giant woman stood, and the wind blew my shirt into my face. She even winked at me before walking away. Those heavy earthquake steps had a different rhythm. Once she was far enough I realized the new rhythm was from the skip she had in her steps.
I considered running that night. To try and escape whatever a date with a giant would be. I didn’t want to think about giant amusement parks, movies, or anything a usual first date was. The sheer force and noise would be brutal. Of course that assumed the best possible outcome. I stayed when I considered what she could do if I did run. I couldn’t pay for any damage she caused to find me.
The next day I sat on the roof to wait for her. I’d decided to arrive early, in case she was impatient. I’d put on something stylish. A date with a giant was still a date, I would look my best. There was always the chance it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe fun, like an adventure. It could be a simple picnic on some hill and at most, I’d have to worry about getting home… Assuming she let me go home. I mean why wouldn’t she?
The rhythmic earthquakes started and I forced myself to stop worrying. To look in the direction she left the day before. It only took a few seconds for her to appear. She was early. She had on a dress that framed her chubby figure. Admittedly, even without a fear response, she was gorgeous. I would feel lucky about this if she were human. That could be what made me fawn.
“Oh you’re already up here. I thought I’d be the early one!” she giggled. God that giggle was cute. I had to be entering my fear response again. “Are you ready?”
“Absolutely,” I said. My voice didn’t quite sound right, but I ignored it.
I focused on the massive hand that came towards me. The plump, warm fingers wrapped around me. The squeeze as she confirmed her hold was tight. The way my stomach dropped as I was lifted into the air. How the hand slowed after the first lurch of the trip. The palm beneath my feet as I was let off on her other hand. Now in a place where I was controlled entirely by her. It sent a shiver through me.
“Ok, let’s go,” she said with a massive, blinding smile. Her hand moved. Lifted me up and up until I sat near her soft, voluptuous chest. The hand curved and held me right against her. I couldn’t escape this if I tried. Not that I did, it was nice.
The rhythmic steps started. Slower, maybe even softer. I looked up at her, the blush on her face reached her neck. It was unbelievable I could make her blush just by existing. I wound up watching her as the steps carried us off. Somewhere I would take hours to reach by car, but she only took minutes. Eventually, she looked down at me, and the blush deepened.
“I can’t imagine you have a flattering angle of me right now,” she chuckled. “I can’t imagine you did yesterday either.”
Fawn.
“You look more gorgeous today. Your lips seemed more pink, are you wearing lipstick?”
“O-oh,” she jumped a little. Bounced me a little. Her chest was a soft spot to land. “I… I am, does it look bad?”
Fawn.
“No, it suits you, makes your eyes pop a bit more.”
She looked away. The blush was enough I swore I’d feel the heat in her hand. The rapid beat of her heart made it hard to think. Th-Thump-Th-Thump-Th-Thump . I found myself wondering if she knew I could hear it. The way she kept her eyes off me made me think she did. It made her look cute. Another thought based on my fear response. It had to be.
I forced myself to look away. I needed to collect myself and find a way to push those fear responses away. I forgot all about that as I spotted our destination: a house built for a woman like her, but would leave me akin to a mouse once inside. Somehow that was both a relief and terrifying. Going to her house was safer. Going to her house was dangerous. She might keep me.
The giant woman didn’t stop for a second. She looked down at me with a smile before she walked up to a door– one so massive I couldn’t move it in my wildest dreams. As it opened I froze, unsure what I would find. My jaw dropped as I took it all in.
It was a normal living room. One I’d seen a hundred times in just as many houses. Windows adorned with blue curtains. A small couch that I couldn’t picture the giant woman lying on. Arm chairs on each side of the room, a small bit of symmetry. Pictures of things I’d never seen hung on the walls. It was all so normal I forced myself to look at the ground, but that gave me some of the impossible I’d expected.
A blanket covered the ground. It was large enough I doubted I’d be able to reach both ends in a single day. On the blanket were cakes the size of my apartment, and those were just slices. Next to the cakes were towering finger sandwiches and a teapot bigger than a house.
“I hope this is ok,” she muttered. I looked up, she wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was straight ahead, studying the massive tea party. “I… wasn’t sure what we should do. I mean, I don’t want you to get hurt or scared. I asked some friends for advice, even had them help me out a bit…”
I didn’t have the chance to respond. The giant woman walked over to the blanket and sat down. My stomach was left behind from the speedy drop. I had no time to recover as she leaned forward. The comfortable position she’d given me was disrupted. Her hand pulled me from her body before she dumped me onto the blanket. I felt almost like an abandoned toy. That feeling died when I saw the orbs of sweet melted chocolate locked on me.
I looked around. Next to me were dishes my size. A teapot too. She prepared everything. Tried her best to make this a date where we both could feel comfortable. I watched as she slid back. Her body was impossibly large. It was hard to imagine myself standing next to her. A part of me wanted to walk along her entire length. Get a sense of just how big she was.
Her impossible face sat in front of me. An image of lying across her lips, a plush beautiful pillow, flashed through my mind. Arms surrounded me. Hands hovered near me. The sheer power of the person in front of me made me shudder. Excitement started to buzz under my skin.
“So.. uh... Hi,” she laughed. I actually kind of liked her laugh. That had to still be the fawn response. The excitement too. “I guess this is kind of a weird first date. I stayed up all night trying to come up with something fun. A picnic sounded like a good idea, but the places I would usually pick seemed too risky for you… So I set up an indoor picnic. Uhm I have to ask though, and really it’s ok, you’re not here cause you’re scared right? I thought you were really cute and after everything you said I wanted to take a shot. You don’t have to force yourself though. If you’re scared I’ll take you home right now, I promise. You can take some of the cakes too if that would make you feel better..”
The giant woman turned away from me. She looked small, scared. Not the giant that I’d seen. The one that towered over me. A goddess in reality. I had to stop lying to myself.
“No, I’m here because you’re beautiful,” I said. “Someone I thought could only exist in my wildest dreams.”
I tensed as the soft hands around me closed in. As plump fingers forced me onto them. She felt like a cloud. I was dragged forward. Towards her lips. Plump, plush, unbelievable pillows pressed me into the finger clouds. My entire body was covered by her presence. Better than a dream.
When she pulled away I almost whined. I didn’t want the warmth that she breathed into me gone. She had total control. A control I willingly accepted. I would never regret this moment with her.
“Wow,” I breathed. She giggled. The warm, minty breath washed over me.
“Wow is right,” she said. “I… want to do that a lot more as long as you agree.”
“Oh, I agree, but maybe I should know your name first.”
Her face went bright right. I noticed the points on her lips where the lipstick was gone. Looked down and found it all over me. I didn’t mind. Clothes could always be cleaned. Her hands dropped me on the blanket again. That beautiful face pulled away until it towered over me. A single finger sat in front of me.
“I’m so sorry!” she couldn’t look at me. “I forgot about that. I was just, you were just… I’m Alessia. It’s amazing to meet you.”
“Alessia… a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” The blush filled my heart with warmth. I’d tell her my name soon, but for now, I wanted to keep up my response. I wanted to fawn.