Late for work (short story)
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Quick note: HI, this is my first written story, I do plan on writing more often. I’m still new to writing so forgive me for any sort of mistake there is, I am still trying to get better. This story does not contain any smut or intimacy however I do plan on it, this story also contains a gentle giantess and is just wholesome all throughout. I’m open to suggestions for later stories. So please enjoy this story and give me some feedback, please.
It was just a typical day— Ryan was on his way to work when suddenly, the ground trembled beneath his feet. People start scattering in all directions, panic etched on their faces. Turning the corner, his eyes widen at the sight of a stunning Latina giantess carefully making her way down the street.
She notices he admires her, a soft smile playing on her lips. Flattered by her attention, he feels a mixture of awe and curiosity.
“Why, hello, little one,” she greets warmly, her voice gentle yet resonant.
She cups her massive hand under her chin, her pearly teeth flashing in the sunlight as her enormous eyes, full of kindness, lock onto him.
“H-hi… ma’am” Ryan answers with a sheepish tone, he was caught by surprise not because she was the size on building but because she was beautiful as a sunset resting on an ocean, completely magnificent.
Suddenly, a sharp beep interrupts the moment—his watch, reminding him of the time. He’s late for work, knowing that his boss is going to be mad at him whether the city is falling apart or not. Startled, he instinctively looks up at her, and she leans closer, her presence overwhelming but comforting.
“Gotta go, little one?” she asks, her tone maintaining warmth but tinged with concern.
His heart races as he grapples with the choice—continue to marvel at her or rush to avoid being late.
She notices your hesitation and offers a gentle, reassuring smile. Softly, she reaches down, her enormous finger tenderly patting his head.
“Don’t let me keep you now,” she says with affection, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of mischief and warmth.
Ryan hesitates, then nods softly, torn but knowing Ryan must go. Still, a part of him lingers, eager to see where this encounter might lead.
“Can I… can I see you again, miss?” Ryan requested as he looked up at her, still admiring her structure.
“I’ll be waiting. I promise,” she whispers eagerly, a twinkle of vulnerability in her gaze.
Before Ryan turns away, he turns once again and gathers the courage to ask her one more thing.
“What’s your name, miss?”
“Mia, baby. And you… You’re the cutest little thing, maybe… After work, I might just keep you,” she winks mischievously, her big eyes sparkling. Your cheeks flush at her words, and she giggles softly at your reaction.
As Ryan walks away, nearly trips on his own feet at what just happened. Meanwhile, Mia watches him disappear, her warm gaze fixed on his retreating figure, patiently waiting for the next time he’ll come back to her.
The End.
