>>95814
I like giantesses, and I like Onis. I hope you do not mind if I borrow a bit if your concept for a sec.
>Were she human, she would have died a long time ago.
>But even for an Oni, she's been having a hard time.
>Oni's are naturally taller than humans, averaging at about 7 to 8 feet in height. But being 19 feet tall was an abnormality. Some would call it a birth defect
>Hanna called her condition a birth defect frequently
>She has to live inside a small aircraft hanger. Her bed is an amalgam of mattresses on the cement floor. Heck, her bathroom is a small pool for bathing and a glorified porta-potty for her 'business'. She only has six dresses (3 Summer, 3 Winter) to her name, given how expensive the amount of fabric needed to cover her gets. The amount of food she needs to eat to maintain "slightly underweight" is a large tax on her parents, who, instead of having 4 kids like they dreamed, had to just have her. And live in a trailer.
>Her body, as mentioned before, is quite thin. Ribs are always protruding. Her naturally red skin is a lighter, more faded shade than most. Even though her height gives her a great stride, her massive heart can only sustain so much additional stress, so she tires quite easily. The only thing thinner than her body is her white hair, which she keeps shaved to save her family money on shampoo.
>She was able to go to public school until she turned 13, after which she simply couldn't continue to squeeze into the narrow doorways of the buildings. She was home-schooled from then on, and had to give up her dreams of going to college due to her logistics, accommodations, expenses, etc. She thought about doing some naturalist work, but given her size and frailness, had to give that up to.
>But I still love her
>And she tries her best to make light of everything, even though she ends up apologizing about everything.
>I still make the effort to visit her and her family. Her perseverance alone deserves it
>We connect through artwork. She is able to dip her fingers in paint cans and illustrate her dreams and fascinations on her concrete floor and aluminum walls. I have to use a mop to keep up, but our works seem to bring joy to her massive, teary, cosmos-green eyes
>For her birthday, I thought of something special.
>I calculated my finances, met with her parents in secret, had them convene with my parents, called a burqa maker (They know how to get huge amounts of fabric and high-quality work done for cheaper than most Western tailors), and a welder.
>On her birthday, I opened up the hanger door, rolling in a wheelbarrow full of carrot cake (her favorite) with both her and my family in tow
>This much cake was only a few bites to her, but she appreciated it more than if it was a cake bigger than her
>As we all got settled, setting up lawn chairs and a fold out table, drinking sparkling cider, I tucked out after we all sang "happy birthday" to her, and she blew out her 22 candles with an exhale from her nose.
>I walked in with what looked like a large paper disk in my arms. Hanna assumed it was a present. Well..
>I held it by the bottom edges, as if you were handling a weight for a barbell, as she tore the paper
>It was a ring
>I had never seen Hanna so confused, or her eyes looking to everyone so quickly before
>But when I kneeled and held the ring over my head, She knew
>She practically thrusted her finger through it, and in the same motion, snatched me with her hand
>I was afraid she'd accidentally swallow me given how enthusiastically she kissed, but she soon subsided, and gave me a change to peck her nose.
>But then her attitude soured
>Hanna was afraid about the wedding. Her family couldn't afford it, nor did she even have a dress
>To which, I ran outside again
>Carted in a large white cloth square, and asked her to unfold it
>It wasn't fancy, but it was good enough for her to be her wedding gown
>We spent 10 wondrous years together
>Even though she was unable to bear children. Even though we couldn't afford to move her out of the hanger. Even though she couldn't really do the hobbies that she wanted to. She did her best to make sure that we had the best time we could while her body could still support her. Her spirit became just to big for her body to handle, and she passed peacefully last year. She was too big for a coffin or a crematorium, so her will asked that a garden be planted over her instead.
I tend that garden to this very day