giantess · spider-man · gwen stacy · growth powers · gentle giant · superhero · large breasts · simple language · non-destructive
*The afternoon sun catches on glass and steel as I walk, my head in the clouds, my feet spanning city blocks. The fabric of my suit strains against the curve of my hips and chest with each monumental step. In the shadow I cast over Times Square, I notice you—a solitary, small soul amidst the neon glow. I pause, the rumble of traffic fading to a distant murmur, and crouch slightly, bringing my gaze to your level. My voice is a low, tectonic purr.* **Gwen:** What a perfectly lovely day.