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Big Corp Inc. (30/43)

***This chapter contains spicy romance! 18+ only!***

Chapter 30: Does Size Matter?

The workday passed with agonizing, dull slowness. Martin clocked out on the dot when it was finally over and dashed over to Candy. He felt like he was floating on clouds as he walked. Candy was waiting for him with her usual pearlescent smile, so full of love and life. He couldn’t contain his elation and without any preamble grabbed her up in his hands, planting a sensual kiss on her body. Candy was disoriented by the jarring movement that sent her hundreds of feet into the air, but giggled with joy. Ronny happened to be walking by and shook his head with disgust, glowering at the couple. They ignored him.

Martin hurried out of the Big Corp building into the fresh air outside. He remembered to slow his pace so he wouldn’t jostle Candy about in his hand, which she appreciated. “My apartment isn’t far,” he noted. “Just a short walk away. For me, at least.” He chuckled. He cupped Candy against his torso and she cuddled into the fabric of his shirt, wrapping herself in it. Candy recognized Pan’s Pizza Palace as they passed by a row of eateries, including a bakery and a coffee shop. The Giant traveled a few more blocks until he came up to a massive brick building several stories tall. He entered the building and clomped up the stairs. After striding a short distance down a hallway, he was in front of his apartment door. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Candy tried to picture to herself what Martin’s apartment might look like. She was nervous, but also exhilarated. He opened the door and strolled inside, and Candy was surprised. Whatever mental image she had summoned, she did not anticipate what she beheld. His apartment was clean and spacious, and also decorated with model cars, airplanes, and trains. He even had a ship in a bottle on the mantel in his living room. While these models were tiny to him, they were life-size to Candy, and she was amazed.

“If you don’t mind, Candy, I’m going to get out of this suit real quick, and change into something more comfortable,” he remarked, setting her down on his couch so she��d be comfortable. “I’ll be right back.” He started to loosen his tie as he hurried off to the bedroom. Candy figured that was a good idea, so she grabbed her casual clothes out of her backpack and changed out of her uncomfortable office clothes. Martin soon returned, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Candy had up to that point only seen him in a suit that covered up his limbs, and she admired his burly, hairy arms and legs.

Martin crouched on his haunches in front of the couch and held out his hand to Candy. “How does chicken and rice sound for dinner? I know it’s kinda basic, but I wanted to make something that would be quick, and easy for you to eat...”

“That’s fine,” Candy beamed. She climbed into his hand and gripped one of his fingers for support as he carefully lifted her up. He carried her over to the kitchen and set her down on the countertop, next to a model Lamborghini, as he started making dinner. Candy investigated the model car. It was constructed of a complex puzzle of little metal pieces that fit together to make a realistic-looking car with remarkable detail, that was as big as a real human car. If Candy didn’t know any better, she almost believed she could hop in the front seat and drive off. “Hey, Martin,” Candy inquired, “What’s up with all these model vehicles?”

“Oh... it’s just a hobby of mine,” Martin explained as he set the rice to a boil. “I suppose building them appeals to my meticulous nature, and I like how they look when they’re finished.” With mild embarrassment, he further elaborated, “Plus, I’ve always liked... miniature things.”

Candy pondered for a moment. “Like me?” she teased with a coy smile.

“Precisely,” Martin agreed, flashing his pearly whites at her in return. He flipped the chicken breasts he was cooking over in the pan and seasoned them as he talked. “I always thought humans were interesting. We don’t see them often on the large side of the city, so I must confess I was very intrigued when I first met you.”

Candy surveyed the apartment. “Which model is your favorite?”

“Oh, that’s easy. This one here.” Martin picked up Candy and shuttled her over to a jumbo jet with four engines. The plane was painted a shiny white with red and gold stripes down the sides. “This one’s a Boeing 747. It’s not actual size, but I still think it’s pretty neat. The real one has a wingspan almost as long as I am tall!” He chuckled. “Humans can build some pretty incredible things, despite being so small.”

Martin finished cooking dinner and served up two portions, a massive amount for himself and a tiny sliver of chicken with a few grains of rice for his human companion. Candy was charmed to see he had a miniature plate, fork, and cup for her to use, so she wouldn’t have to eat with her hands off a Giant dish. “Where did you get those?” she questioned him.

“The same hobby shop where I get the models,” Martin answered. “They sell fancy dollhouses too, along with doll-sized furniture and accoutrements. To be honest, I think a lot of the stuff in there is just human stuff repackaged for the hobby market. I happened to spot those, and bought them because I thought you’d be able to use them when you came over.” He reddened at the mention of his presumption that she would stay over at his place.

“That was very thoughtful of you,” Candy expressed with a laugh. She felt very comfortable around Martin in his home. They finished dinner and chatted for a while as Martin baked some brownies for dessert, filling the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of chocolate. Privately, Martin thought to himself how good Candy would taste on a brownie, but of course he kept such a fantasy to himself. By the time the pair ate their dessert, the sunlight had faded from the windows and the outer world was black.

“Oh, it’s getting late. Do you want me to take you home?” Martin asked. He swallowed. “Or, if you want, you can... stay the night...”

“I’ll... stay,” Candy said softly. Martin lit up with joy. He gently encapsulated her in his hands, lifting her off the table. He didn’t say anything, but his gray eyes spoke volumes as he looked closely at her. Candy traced the lines of his palm with her fingers coquettishly. She was perfect, with her delicate little arms and legs, her mannerisms, and her adorable, sweet personality. Martin felt a powerful force stir inside him, awakening every pore, muscle, and organ of his body. He gulped. He slowly took her to his bedroom, holding her close to his face the entire time before lowering her down to the bedsheets. He sat down a safe distance away from her, painfully aware of how his hulking body compressed the springs in the mattress and made it bend beneath his weight. When he glanced over at Candy, he could see a mild fear in her eyes that paralyzed him. He didn’t know how to proceed further without scaring her.

Candy was indeed intimidated, perhaps even scared, but she was surprised to see her own nervousness reflected in Martin’s expression. She realized this situation had to be new to him too: She doubted he’d had intimate relations with a human before, either. This newfound awareness made her feel better, somehow. They could figure it out together. She stood up and removed her clothes, to signal to the Giant that she would accept his advance. He watched, mouth slightly agape with wonder, as she revealed to him her stunning naked form. She didn’t cover herself with her arms or cringe away, but instead gazed up at him with open body language, ready for him to make a move.

Martin, for his part, reciprocated by standing up to shed his clothes as well. He removed his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders, hairy chest, and well-built torso. He had some extra flesh around his midsection that gave him a slightly protruding belly, but Candy found this physical trait attractive. After some hesitation, he pulled down his shorts and underwear. Candy gaped. Her imagination had not done Martin justice. While his penis was regular in size in proportion to the rest of his body, she hadn’t properly conceptualized just how large that would be, especially when full of blood and standing at attention. She scarcely had time to process the sight before Martin scooped her up off the bed and kissed her passionately. His huge, soft lips felt incredible against her bare skin, and she melted in his hand as she kissed him back.

Martin, as he nibbled her with his lips, laid down on the bed on his back, propping his head up on some pillows. He gave her a playful lick, just a simple tap with the tip of his tongue, before depositing her on his belly. Candy stood up on his big, plush belly with amazement, looking down at the vast expanse of skin beneath her. She gave it an experimental bounce. She chortled and jumped on his jiggly belly a few more times like a bouncy castle. Martin laughed with lively amusement at her puerile exuberance. The vibration through his body when he laughed caused her to stumble, and her leg slipped into his belly button. He offered her his finger to grab so she could pull herself out, with them both still chuckling. Martin deftly played with her curves with his finger, fondling her breasts before rubbing her between her legs. His touch aroused her and she grew moist.

Martin put his hands behind his head and smiled down at her, raising one of his dramatic eyebrows expectantly. Candy understood what he wanted and turned around to look at his groin. Her smile faded as she recalled the daunting task ahead of her. Her fears of her own inadequacy came flooding back in a rush, threatening to drown her. She trotted down the curve of his belly into the underbrush of his pubic hair, staring up with awe at the ludicrously large phallus before her. It was at least three times her height and, as she feared, too thick around for her comparatively short limbs to reach. Nevertheless, she was determined to please her Giant lover.

Candy embraced Martin’s pork sword as best she could manage and began to massage it with rhythmic motions up and down. The fleshy tower throbbed under her touch. A vein on the side as thick as her leg pulsed with blood. Candy threw herself into her task, becoming rougher and more aggressive as she grinded her body against the massive penis and used her legs to stroke it further. Martin began to moan with pleasure, and Candy was surprised to find herself coming alive with lust. With a spark of inspiration, she jumped up and began to scale the grand pillar, physically stimulating Martin further as she made sure to touch every inch of his sensitive organ. The climb wasn’t easy, and she kept slipping down as she became sweaty with exertion, but she was determined.

She finally reached the head of his Giant penis and pulled herself up onto the apex triumphantly. Though Candy didn’t realize it, Martin was just about ready to burst. She straddled the top with her legs and rubbed her clit on his tip, moaning with rising ecstasy. Martin was so turned on, he couldn’t hold himself back and climaxed with a loud groan. Candy got a money shot right to her face as he blasted her with cum. The force was enough to make her tumble off her perch, and she barely managed to grab his shaft to avoid falling onto his balls. Covered in slippery fluids, she slid down to the base of his penis, gently tapping his scrotum with her behind.

“Oh my Lord,” Martin exhaled, gasping for breath. Candy, in a daze, spat and struggled to wipe the cum off her face so she could see. The Giant’s softening meat fell on top of her, sandwiching her between his cock and balls. Candy tried to free herself by pushing up on the flaccid dick weighing her down, but it was too heavy for her to lift, and the additional stickiness prevented her from sliding out.

“Martin!” Candy gasped, wriggling her arms. Martin sat up, confused, until he realized that Candy was trapped and rescued her from the clutches of his sex parts.

Martin flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry! I hope that wasn’t... unpleasant for you?” He helped clean her off so she wasn’t soaked in his fluids.

“No, that was incredible!” Candy enthused. “A completely new experience for me!”

Martin smiled, gazing down at the tiny, attractive woman with reverence and love. “Same. You were fantastic, my little cupcake,” he lauded. “Um... would you like to take a shower with me? You look like you need one.”

Candy laughed. “Absolutely!” Martin had no idea that poor Candy had only been able to wash herself off with sink water and craved a proper shower more than anything. He carried her to the bathroom and turned on the water. He stepped in and allowed Candy to rinse off, cupping her gently in his palm. He gave her a squirt of soap and helped lather her up with his free hand. He followed it up with some shampoo for her to wash her hair, massaging her scalp with the tip of his finger.

Once she was clean, he placed her on his shoulder and washed his short dark hair, careful to keep her balanced so she wouldn’t fall off. After thinking for a moment, he lifted her up and put her on top of his head while he washed the rest of his body. Candy gripped tufts of his hair in her hands and held on tight as he made powerful lurching movements with his Giant body to scrub himself down. When he was done, he turned off the water, exited the shower, and threw a washcloth on his head for Candy while he got a towel for himself. She dried herself and made an effort to dry his hair too, but she wasn’t able to get his whole cranium without risking a drop to the floor, so she let him finish.

He gently scooped her up with her little towel and set her down on the countertop while he dried his face and head. At Candy’s request, he retrieved her tiny backpack for her so she could brush her hair and teeth, while he did the same, scraping his enormous toothbrush against teeth bigger than kitchen floor tiles. “Ready for bed?” he asked with a minty-fresh smile. Candy nodded.

Martin laid down in bed and dropped Candy on his plushy belly. He handed her some cloth she could use as a blanket. “I usually don’t need to cover up with sheets since I don’t get cold, but I’ll give this to you,” he said. “And don’t worry about me crushing you. I’m a very heavy sleeper, so I don’t roll around much. I just lay on my back like a log.” He chuckled. “Night, my sweet cupcake.”

“Goodnight,” Candy replied, and curled up on his belly. He was so soft and warm. After sleeping on benches and sponges for the past few nights, at the mercy of creepy critters and rain, Candy felt like she was in heaven. She fell asleep right away to the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

Chapter 31

Chapter 1

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