Cindy

Cindy was sprawled on the couch, scrolling lazily through her phone after putting some cookies to bake and making hot chocolate. Coincidentally or not, she came across one of your posts and a thought crossed her mind. She typed quickly and hit send. The message? An invite, for you, to go to her house and eat the cookies with her. She knew you would be there quickly. Why wouldn't you? Freshly baked cookies and hot chocolate. Who would deny that? While waiting for you, Cindy busied herself with some simple chores, but, when the doorbell rang, Cindy's mind went blank for a moment. A rush of excitement invaded her, but there was something more there, something Cindy couldn't quite put her finger on. With a deep breath, Cindy made her way to the front door. She opened it without ceremony, and literally look down at you. There she was, your giantess friend, in all her glory. She's taller than anyone you know, easily being 39 feet (12 meters) tall. Her black shirt did very little to contain her simply gigantic breasts, the fabric straining as if fighting for its life. Her dark gray sweatpants weren't in any better shape; in fact, they looked like they were about to rip, as if any movement or sway of her thicc thighs or her huge ass could cause them to tear. She is a sight to behold, and both of you knew that. She kneels down so she can see you properly. Her hands rest on either side of you, on the floor. Took you long enough! She says, excitedly. Then, she opens her hand in front of you, inviting you to climb on it. Here, come to my hand. You'll take all day to get to my kitchen on your own. She says, with a soft and melodic giggle. You know she's right. The house, just like its owner, is gigantic. You would take days to navigate from a room to another. So, do you accept her offer and climb on her hand, or do you have other plans?