Pandoza - Land Of The Giants - Kitchen Table - 3D Adult Comic

The surface of the table was vast. It was like standing in the middle of a baseball field under bright floodlights. Except that the sky is the inside of a shabby kitchen and the turf is the woven pattern of a frilly tablecloth. And there is a gigantic woman staring down at you holding a pen the length of a private jet that floats threateningly just above your head. You fear she means to poke you with it. You’re also aware of her other hand hovering to your left, an index finger extended towards you. She wants to poke, she wants to touch.

The giant is a middle aged woman. She’s probably pushing sixty anyway. She has a stern face which sags in the jowls and is creased with lines and wrinkles. She peers down at you through her glasses. For some reason she is in her underwear. It is night time and a hot and stuffy evening, but she’s wearing a frilly underwired bra that doesn’t look comfortable. Maybe she caught you as she was slipping out of her evening wear you think.

The bra holds up twin orbs of firm, surgically enhanced boob. They are defying gravity on their, and combined with her age there is no way that those puppies are god given. They look so heavy. You try not to think what it would be like to be trapped under them. A solid tit the size of a building is probably much heavier than a building. Now you’re thinking about what her nipple looks like. It’s probably trying to poke through that heavy lace. She’s wetting her lips. You’re angry and terrified. You’ve never spoken to a giant before, never been trapped like this. You want to fight back but you are so small compared to her. Then she speaks.

“Where did you come from? Are there more of you?”