A Giantess Bride: A Little Love Story Pt. 2

A Giantess Bride.

 

If you read part one of this little love story, My Shrunken Valentine, then you are ready to hear about how we tied the tiny knot. It was a cold January day in Chicago, just weeks before our one-year anniversary of the day we met. During the weeks prior, I had been a bit of a bridezilla, but Jim was always so understanding. He had a lot of patience in that little body of his. I went on a slight Ebay shopping frenzy, trying to find him the perfect small-scale suit. Luckily Ken Dolls have been around for quite some time and I had an abundance of options. I figured the ones I didn’t strip for clothing could be used to keep him company in his mini, man cave. Anyway, he was cool as a cornichon. A Giantess Bride was all he ever wanted.

I Pulled up to the Church in My Stretch Limo.

Jim took a drone. I knew it would be chilly so I cut the sleeves off my fur coat and gave him a nice little wrap. That’s just the kind of girlfriend I am, always thinking big. When I arrived, I waited in the bridal suite, getting pampered and anticipating the wedding of the year. We would be the talk of the town. It’s not every day you see A Giantess Bride and a groom the size of a Giga Pet. Before I knew it, the organ began to play, and I walked down the aisle to my very own G.I. Jim. I couldn’t actually see him of course, but the best man gave me a thumbs up to let me know he was there. What a guy. I made my way to the altar, and there he was, atop the pillow beside our rings. 

A Giantess Bride was Finally Taking the Leap.

A short leap, but a leap nonetheless. He started with his vows. “Avalon the Great, my mighty mistress.  You are a lover like no other, my weighty woman. With a heart the size of Hercules, I will love you until my own puny pulse is no more.” And so it was my turn. “Little Jim, my stunted stud. You always try your best to make me happy. Like that time you tried to drink boba tea, but choked. Or like the time you took me to The Melting Pot but fell in the fondue and I almost ate you, you never complained. Not even a peep. Or like that other time, we stuffed dates on Thanksgiving and you tried to push the walnuts in, and once again, I almost ate you. I love you so much, thank you for never calling the cops on me.

And So We Said Our I-do’s!

A Giantess Bride turned wife! I went ahead and slipped my own ring on, it was more of a time concern given his lack of upper body strength. He then slipped his on as well because, well, I couldn’t see it. Also, thank God for 3-D printers, a total lifesaver in this situation. He held onto my veil as we gleefully glided down the aisle, and then out the front double doors as newlyweds. He stared up at me with the biggest tiny smile and then suddenly “OH MY GOD AVALON IT’S HAILING FROM THE SKY!” I nipped him off and slid him into my cleavage. I looked down and said “It’s just rice, Jim.

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