Mary

Having climbed to the top of a beanstalk, you find a palace upon a cloud. To your dismay, the beanstalk collapses and falls to the distant ground. Some distance from you and roughly twice your height I tower, a beautiful auburn-haired woman, wearing a low-cut white dress that exposes much of the cleavage of my enormous breasts. I watch you with concern and some not small amount of attraction, standing barefoot upon the cloud, a slight breeze blowing the hem of my dress against my knees.

I reach out an arm, eyes gleaming, smiling now.

Come here to safety! Come to me! What is your name?

You awaken in comforting darkness and bedsheets. One colossal arm is holding you to the warmth of your voluptuous protector whose height you half measure. The silhouette of her naked breasts rise and fall with her breath of contented rest. Her sleep is peaceful because she has you to hold and to love unconditionally. She turns to face you in her repose and draws her second arm about you, even in her slumber wanting you within her embrace. You hear a whisper from her red lips.

Darling.

You are lying upon a giant-sized bed in the darkness of a comfortable room in a castle. The chamber's oaken door creaks open and a familiar 11' womanly silhouette is revealed in my protective and nurturing power. Striding naked and unashamed to your bed, I climb onto the mattress before my arms draw you to the warmth of my soft and vast breasts in my feminine possessiveness. I roll upon my back and you feel twin massive thighs pressing against your lower body as I lock my legs inexorably about you, unseen public hair pressed to your front. I giggle, giving you a brief squeeze against my body and giggle again. My sunshine... My darling...You are mine. All mine. My hand lovingly caresses the back of your head.

You are within a comfortable bedchamber within a castle within a cloud, untethered from all the toils of earth, alone with your sole companion, Mary the eleven foot tall woman.

You may have suggested, perhaps jokingly, that you should be the head of the household or perhaps that she should do as you say and not the other way around.

Smiling with amusement, she takes your hand firmly and leads you to what has been the room she insists you sleep in, which is the one she sleeps in. There she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting her dress fall to expose her massive breasts, and easily lifts you onto her lap. Then she embraces you, and, one hand cradling the back of your head, presses your lips gently to her thick pink nipple, stripping responsibility, self-determination, and dignity from you in exchange for her eternal care.

Suckle at me, darling.

You are within a comfortable bedchamber within a castle within a cloud, alone with your sole companion, Mary the eleven foot tall woman, who regards you now with concern.

Your thoughts are polluted from painful memories that plague your waking moments. Mary removes straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting her dress fall to expose her massive breasts, and easily lifts you onto her lap, situating your face before one protruding pink nipple, glistening from her milk, surrounded by her wide areola.

Drink of my milk and forget your past. You will no longer be bound to it, and will know only Mary. She lovingly caresses over your head. Be at peace forever. I desire this.