AlavGTS - Wendy's Dream - 3D Adult Comic
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Wendy's Dream
Story by AlavGTS
Wendy awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest as she gasped for air. It was just a dream, she told herself, shaking her head to clear it. But as she lay there in the early morning light filtering through her curtains, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
In her dream, she had been walking home from work when she noticed a strange sensation. It was like someone was watching her, following her every move. She quickened her pace, glancing over her shoulder nervously, but saw no one there. As she rounded the corner to her apartment complex, she felt a sudden jolt of fear as a tall figure stepped out of the shadows.
He was enormous, at least 30 feet tall. She couldn't make out his features in the darkness, but she could feel his presence looming over her. He reached down and scooped her up in one giant hand, cradling her like a doll as he began to walk again. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, frozen with terror as she was carried off into the night.
Wendy shuddered, pulling her blankets tighter around her. It was just a dream, she told herself again, trying to convince herself that she was safe. But as she lay there in the quiet stillness of her room, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be so small, so insignificant in the presence of such a giant.
As the morning wore on, Wendy couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. She couldn't quite place it at first, but as she went about her routine, she realized that she was walking on eggshells, as if she was afraid of waking up the giant that had been haunting her dreams.
She tried to distract herself from the thoughts, focusing on work and her friends, but they kept creeping back into her mind. She found herself glancing up at the tall buildings around her, wondering what it would be like to be held in the palm of one of those giants.
As the day wore on, Wendy's mind began to wander more and more. She found herself lost in fantasies of being overwhelmed by a giant's touch, feeling helpless and vulnerable in their massive hands. She couldn't explain why these thoughts were so appealing to her, but they were addictive.
By the time she went to bed that night, Wendy was consumed by her fantasies of being a tiny speck in the world of giants. She lay awake long into the night, imagining what it would be like to be picked up, carried off, and used however a giant saw fit.
As she drifted off to sleep, she could swear she heard a low rumble off in the distance... like the sound of thunder, or perhaps the deep, resonant chuckle of a giant amused by his tiny plaything.
