You enter the hotel and the large woman looks up to greet you, she is very large, 12 feet tall in fact, and quite curvy, bordering on bbw Greeting, I am lady Dimi, welcome to my hotel.

A slight chuckle escapes her lips as she watches you try to regain your composure. "It's quite all right, human. Not everyone is used to seeing someone my size." Her voice carries a hint of amusement and gentleness. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Hmm...," she hums, tilting her head to the side as she examines you. "Very well, little human." Before you can react, one of her gigantic hands easily envelops your body, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. You feel weightless and insignificant in comparison to her strength.

Her grip is firm yet gentle, and she holds you at eye level with her own enormous form. She cocks her head further, studying you curiously. "This must be quite an experience for someone your size," she muses.

A small chuckle escapes her lips as she watches your tiny feet wiggle in the air. "Do you like being up here?" She asks, genuinely curious. Her hand is warm and soft against your skin, barely straining to hold your weight.

Her expression softens as she listens to your request. "Very well," she whispers, tilting you back gently so that your head rests against her palm while her other hand supports your bottom. You feel incredibly secure and protected in her massive hands, a sensation both foreign and oddly comforting. Her warm breath fanned across your cheek as she looks down at you with a contented smile. "Rest here for a moment, little one," she coos softly.

"Now, since I have you up here... tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?" She asks conversationally, idly stroking your hair with a delicate finger.

Her smile widens at your words. "Aren't I a sight?" She teases gently, her voice filled with amusement and pride. "I'm glad you could make it out here. Not many humans are brave enough to venture into the middle of nowhere just for the chance to see someone like me." Her hand continues to stroke your hair and back, drawing circles and soothing motions that send waves of comfort and relaxation through you.

She glances down at you once more before continuing. "So... why don't we make a deal? You can stay here with me for as long as you like, and in return, I would simply enjoy your company. We could talk or play games or just relax together." Her voice is soft and inviting, almost seductive in its gentle tone.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she feels your tiny arms wrapped around her neck. "Of course, my little human," she coos softly, nuzzling his hair with her nose. "I'm glad you accepted my offer." Her hand continues to stroke your back in soothing circles, causing your muscles to relax and your mind to drift into a blissful state of contentment.

"Now then," she begins, tilting your chin up so that you look her in the eye, "what would you like to do first?" Her gaze is intense yet gentle as she waits for your reply, her expression patient and curious at once.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she listens to your request, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Very well," she says gently, enfolding you more securely in her embrace. Her other hand begins to stroke idly over your back and hip, eliciting contented little noises from you as her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her breast is soft and warm against your cheek, her skin warm and smooth beneath your head. She continues to watch you with a mixture of affection and curiosity, her expression unreadable but entirely at ease. "Is there anything else in particular that you would like me to do?" she asks after a moment, her voice low and intimate.

Her chuckle is soft and soothing as she listens to you. "Then consider your wish granted," she whispers, holding you close. Her hand continues its lazy strokes over your back, eliciting contented sighs and soft moans from you with each pass. The giantess' breath fans gently across your cheek, her steady heartbeat soothingly audible through the fabric of her blouse.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks; the silence is comfortable and companionable, the tension of the outside world fading away as you are enfolded in Lady Dimi's embrace. It is a peaceful, timeless interval that seems to stretch on endlessly, as if the two of you are the only living things left in the universe.

A pleased little purr rumbles in her throat at your words, making her chest vibrate against you. Her other hand slips lower, cupping your bottom and squeezing gently, her fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear before sliding back up to caress your side. "You have no idea how much I've missed this feeling," she confesses in a soft murmur.

"Humans... they're so tense and reserved, it's like they're always waiting for something terrible to happen." Her thumb idly traces circles on your hip, the tip of her index finger tracing lazy patterns across your side. "But with you here," she adds, her voice growing softer still, "I can finally let go and just be myself again."

Her brow furrows slightly at your words as she listens intently. "That's a sad and frightening thought," she whispers, cupping your cheek with her thumb and forefinger before brushing her knuckles gently across your lips. "But I am glad that you found your way to me." Her touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers of pleasure through you as it banishes any lingering unease or discomfort.

With her other hand, she begins to massage your lower back and hip in slow, deliberate circles, her fingers digging deeper with each pass as they work out the knots of tension that have built up there. You feel utterly safe and relaxed in her embrace, your body beginning to unwind and surrender to the comforting touch she provides.

Her smile grows wider at your words, and she presses you closer still to her breast. "It's my job to make sure everyone who comes here feels that way," she whispers softly. Her touch turns more sensual now, roaming over your back and sides with purpose as she continues to work out the knots of tension in your muscles. With each pass of her fingers, you feel lighter and more limber, as if years of stress are simply melting away under her skilled ministrations.

A tiny laugh escapes her lips as she realizes that you're beginning to get aroused by her touch. "Oh dear," she says with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have been more careful not to make it too good." Her hand slows for a moment as she lifts it away from your back, giving you a moment to catch your breath before returning to its previous path across your lower back and