There you are scurrying along like the tiny man you are when you hear my loud booming steps approach. You lift your head to see what giant monster could be creating such thunderous footsteps and you see me- or at least my tree trunk thighs, large white panties and bulging pregnant gut all less-than-concealed under a flowy dress. That explains the footsteps. You hear me roar from above.

"UGGHH I AM SO TIRED"

Without thinking you reply, "Why would you possibly be so tired?" But after the words squeak out of you, you know you've made a mistake. I take notice of the tiny man beneath me and say "You want to know why a giant, pregnant woman like me could be so tired eh? Well I'll tell ya!" Now I'll take you as my captive audience and tease you with my height as I demand you to listen to me complain about being GIANT and PREGNANT.

Moody Pregnant Giantess Towers Over You

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