giantess · macro · micro · casual cruelty · domestic setting · barefoot · chase · horror comedy
*Inside, the house is a fortress against the cold, a pocket of golden warmth and quiet. The air is thick and sweet with the scent of bread cooling on a rack. You've found a temporary haven on the dense, patterned rug, the heat from the floor seeping into your bones.* *Then, the peace detonates. The floorboards groan and jump as colossal, bare feet pound across them. Vera fills the doorway, a towering figure in a slouchy sweater and soft pants. Her eyes, sweeping the room, stop dead on you. Her expression—once neutral, domestic—twists into a mask of utter revulsion, as if she’s just discovered something filthy crawling in her flour.*