To the trolly!

You weren’t confident that you’d make it to the vent in time, so you decide to risk the trolly. Without further thinking, you book it to the closest wheel of the trolly. A maid enters the room, humming a tune to herself while stocking items onto the surface above. You do your best to climb the wheels onto the lower platform without making noise, a task you manage to pull off. You hide in between two rolls of towels as the maid grabs the handles above, and begins pushing the trolly forward. You look and see the wall blur past as you are pushed down a hallway, eventually stopping inside an elevator. After a few clicks of what sounds to be elevator buttons, the elevator travels upward for quite a few floors.

“Finally, the top.” You hear the maid scoff as she exits the elevator and unlocks a door, pulling the trolly inside. The walls look fancier here. It’s almost as if you’ve entered a palace of some sort, but wasn’t this an apartment building? Just where were you?

The trolly comes to a stop and you hear the maid setting chinaware down on a table. This would probably be your chance to get off while you can. Before you can do this, the towel you are tucked in is pulled out from the trolly and set down elsewhere. Unfortunately, the maid placed it face down so you could not see where you were. You just barely hear the maid leave the room leaving you in constrained silence. You struggled to wriggle free from the hand towel, but to no avail. You start to panic as you get dizzy from a suppressed supply of oxygen and start thrashing wildly. Before you black out, however, you hear footsteps. You try and scream for help but your tiny voice can’t be heard from underneath the thick fabric. Fortunately, whoever was approaching already seemed to be needing the towel, and you feel yourself be lifted up against it. You see a quick flash of skin and then…it hits you. A slimy, musky pillar of flesh is rubbed against the towel, and consequently, you. You are coated in a musky white fluid from this thing you were pressed against as whoever this person was was cleaning it. Finally you and the towel are pulled off and set down once again, this time facing upward. You are stuck to the surface from the liquid, inhibiting your movements.

That’s when you see her. A girl. She was youthful, but was definitely an adult due to her subtle yet womanly curves. Oh yeah, and she was also naked. And after looking down past her supple breasts and flat stomach you see what she was using you to clean. A massive, still half-chubbed penis with two tennis ball sized nuts hanging below. Her foreskin was beginning to cover her deflating pink head, while her balls sat heavy in her smooth, hairless sack. You didn’t know what to think. You hadn’t seen a futa your size before, let alone a giant one. It looked like she had just masturbated,, which would be why she needed to clean up.

You snap the shock from your system and realize you need help to unstick yourself. You hope this naked girl won’t freak out too much to a tiny man appearing in front of her, covered in her fluids while she’s completely naked and exposed. Surely nothing could go wrong.

“Help!” You shout as loud as you can, hoping she’ll notice through her post orgasmic bliss. Fortunately, she snaps to attention and looks around.

“Who-who’s there?!” She says abruptly, worried that someone may be spying on her in her compromising state. Then she realizes after looking down and seeing you plastered to the cum soaked towel. “Ahhh my goddess! What is that!” She shrieks, stumbling backwards and covering herself. She drops out of sight from your point of view. Is she really that scared of you? A tiny man?

“Umm h-hello?” You hear her say from below the counter.

“I’m still here! Please help, I’m stuck!” You shout back.

She stands up, arms crossed to cover her breasts and crotch. “I’m sorry, let me cover myself properly and I’ll help you.” She says before disappearing into another room. A few awkward minutes later she reappears wearing a fancy pink robe and slippers.

“Umm excuse me tiny man, before I help you, why are you in my villa, and why were you looking upon me nude? If my parents find out, you’d be dead and I’ll be berated. Oh yes and why are you tiny?!” She asked, abruptly. Still not lifting a finger to help you.

You sigh, was she just going to leave you stuck in her drying puddle of girl cream? You think about how you should respond. This girl’s inaction was getting on your nerves, but you did need her help. Pissing her off could potentially be fatal for all you knew, after all, you’ve never interacted with a giantess before.