As she leaves you sitting on top of one of her thick thighs, Adamá asks:
"Well Paul, right? Tell me: I know that in your file you said that you wanted to have a relationship between equals, which I'm more than happy about. Yet, that's still quite a broad topic. Would you mind enlightening me on what exactly would you like to happen between us?
"Sure, I would love to" you replied, smiling.
You then explain to the giantess your ideal goal in life: to find love and a relationship with a giantess. When she asked the reasons behind this goal, you described your situation back at home, which the woman, in a motherly fashion, gently caresses your head. Her touch and movements are just right, expertly done...as if she was already experienced in handling tiny guys like yourself.
This brings you to ask:
"Hey, this is nice, yet I can tell you get this from experience...did you have a tiny companion like me before?"
The question makes the woman's smile cease and looks out to the window. She remains like that for a few seconds, before signing and replying:
"Yes, I once had...my beloved husband and father of my girls."
The sad tone in her voice makes you regret asking the question. You say:
"Oh...I sorry, I apologize for asking such a personal matter..."
"No, it's okay, it was something that I would have shared with you sooner or later...being honest, this whole idea was my eldest idea: she told me that perhaps having a new companion would cheer me up since she views me as too lonely at home, even though I still have my 2 youngest daughters who are still on school, and there are some more years before they become independent ladies of their own; I was reluctant to try, but she eventually convinced me...and well, here we are." She replied, with a slightly cheerful tone, but the sadness remained.
You can tell this woman loved her previous partner very much, so your comment:
"He seems to have been quite the great guy if you are still longing for his passing, whatever reason behind it might have been. Perhaps...it would cheer you to describe to me how you two got together and became such a great couple. After all, there must have been several happy memories to look over, right?"
Your polite and carefully proposed inquiry made the woman genuinely smile again, and so she said:
"Well, that sounds nice. Why not? Come, Paul, I've quite the story to tell..."
What followed was a harrowing yet romantic tale: for you see, even though the government alongside the dedicated companies had done their very best to ensure a constant supply of tinies to the population at large, key standards have to be maintained, for the good of both tinies as well as the ladies. This has meant that there is so much so that either price can fall or the number of tinies being brought to Hyperboria be increased....and not all are willing to wait or pay the high prices of buying a "tiny" as the summoned males were affectively called, so a black market has developed over the years.
Using either cruder machines or far loser standards of summoning, many tinies were truly kidnapped from their home worlds to become the property of impatient or unscrupulous girls...or far worse, for there was a truly despicable minority of women, truly sadistic and debauched, who could only own tinies that would never become willing. To them, willing slaves are "boring"; they require their toys to suffer every moment of their existence in Hyperboria. These same women were willing to dispose of these "toys" constantly since few of them managed to hold themselves back enough to make their existence last.
To combat this was the reason the companies were constantly working to make newer, more advanced machines that would in turn allow for greater summoning capabilities, and therefore greater access to the population while keeping reasonable profit margins. Yet it was not the only measure taken: dedicated agents constantly searched and raided the facilities, rescuing tinies and helping them recover from the traumas suffered. Afterward, most would be aided in returning to their home worlds, but some preferred to remain here, having become attached to individual caretakers who showed them the true nature of the local giantesses.
Adamá was once such a caretaker, making sure to ease up the transition period of all rescues under her care. It was that how she met the man with whom she would bond the most, and with whom together would raise a family: her beloved Malik.
His case was most unfortunate: he was brought by a rudimentary machine, which brought his true physical body and self instead of creating a duplicate of sorts, and combined with the fact that in their haste to attempt to escape with some cargo an ongoing police raid, the kidnappers botched the summoning, provoking a deadly "portal" wound onto the man's body.
Such injuries were fatal, in the sense that they started to slowly disintegrate the afflicted over time until they were killed by the process in the span of a few years in most cases. Measures had been developed to ease the speed and magnitude of the symptoms and allow for peaceful passing, yet no true cure has been found yet.
This combination of events and experiences left Malik extremely traumatized, which necessitated an exceptional woman to help the man recover. That woman was Adamá.
With her help, Malik managed to develop a new life, and eventually, to form a new family with the giantess that aided him when he most needed it. It was so successful, that Malik was able to be present at the births of all his daughters as well as to raise the eldest alongside his wife...alas, despite his own seemingly endless determination and the best possible treatments he got access to, his body could only hold so long.
Even though the signs of his approaching demise were detected several months beforehand, even though the entire family made the best possible use of the last days, and even though Adamá was able to have one final sleep with her husband...it was painful beyond description for the woman to wake up the next day, with nothing but the clothes covered in the dust of her love, for such was the ultimate effect of portal wounds.
She quit her job, deciding to focus all her energy on raising her remaining girls...that had not brought any solace upon the woman, and once her eldest found her crying still even though it had been years...she decided to help her on the best way she could: attempting to make her mom live again by finding new love.
The woman had spilled several tears during the tale, some of sadness, some of joy. What mattered is that you could feel that she felt...relieved, to be able to take some weight off her shoulders by telling the tale of her husband.
With a respectful tone, once she was finished, you said:
"I...I can't promise to be able to ever reach such high standards as your beloved Malik, Adamá, but I promise that I will try my very best to make you happy."
The woman chucked, finding your proposal amusing yet lovely at the same time. She said:
"Hehe, no need to hold yourself to such high standards, Paul. There is no need for you to compare yourself to my late husband, you two are different people...yet I'm still grateful that you desire to emulate him as best as possible...say, you wanted to develop a couple of relationships with a giantess, right? I don't know if I'm in the mood precisely for you to become my new husband, at least not right now, but you're both good-looking as well as educated and polite, so in my eyes, you're fit to become my lover. Is that a good basis for our relationship to start?"
"As good as any, Adamá." you replied, with a sincere smile. It's true, that you would never want to replace Malik in Adamá's heart, but that doesn't mean that you could take his example as inspiration for your own. And, to start as the lover of this woman sounded reasonable: a part of you felt that it was still such an honor, considering that she was still in mourning somewhat.
The woman gently grabbed you, bringing you to her face to kiss you. She then said, right before the car stopped at its destination:
"Yeah, an eager tiny handsome, and polite lover...I may be in the mood for that right now. Either case, I will be able to tell my daughter that so far, she has been successful in putting me in the mood to try companionship once again."
You just nod, for that's enough: a more elaborate response might sour the happy mood.
She descended from the vehicle and left you in the breast pocket of her suit. Once she was sure that you were secure, she started to walk to her home with a determined gait, for she had developed a glimpse of hope. A small desire...
To give love and companionship a new shoot.