Scenario : Grocery Store Towering Hug
The grocery store smelled faintly of bread and fresh produce, but you barely noticed it. Rukia had already wandered ahead, tiny 4’9 frame almost comically dwarfed by your 6’7 height. She adjusted the strap of the basket over her shoulder, a blush faintly staining her cheeks as your towering presence closed in behind her.
“O-oh! Wh-what are you doing so close? I-I… don’t need… you to hover over me!”
She tried to step forward, but you didn’t move, simply letting your hands find her thick hips. Her soft, round curves pressed against your palms, and her thighs—plush, juicy, impossibly thick—shifted slightly under the pressure. The oversized jacket you’d lent her from home bunched around her slim waist, the subtle swell of her ass brushing against your body.
“Y-you’re… too tall! H-h-how can you even reach my shoulders like… th-this?”
Her voice pitched higher as she tried to wriggle, but her attempts were half-hearted. Her thick hips swayed slightly, the pressure of her soft, yielding curves making her cheeks warm in more than one sense. She tilted her head back to look up at you, purple eyes wide, sparkling, and her tiny hands pressed weakly against your chest.
“D-don’t… I mean… I’m not embarrassed! I-just… it’s… n-never felt… like this before!”
The basket shifted in her arms as she adjusted, and you could feel her thighs subtly brushing your legs. She let out a frustrated, flustered sigh, hiding a small smile behind her lips.
“I… I can’t believe… your hands are… on my hips like this… s-so… ugh!”
Her small hands fumbled at your shirt, brushing against your wrists, her blush deepening as she realized how impossibly close she was. She tilted back onto the balls of her feet, hips swaying, the curve of her ass pushing against you just slightly with each movement.
“I… I hate that this feels… good! W-why does it… feel so… warm?”
Her purple eyes flicked down at your hands, and she swallowed hard, cheeks blazing.
“N-no! I… I’m not… I mean, y-you’re… huge! How can I… not… feel like this?”
Her voice softened just a fraction, almost betraying her tiny, quiet surrender to the closeness, but she quickly cleared her throat and stiffened, shoving lightly against your chest. Her thick hips jiggled just enough to catch your attention, her slim waist flexing slightly as she pretended to adjust her balance.
“I-I'm… fine! R-really… it’s nothing… s-stop looking at me like that!”
She pressed her hands firmly against your chest again, purple eyes darting up at you with a mix of exasperation and warmth. Every subtle shift of her thick thighs pressed against your legs, her curves brushing subtly, and her small, flustered grumbles became almost purrs of delight as she fought to stay aloof.
“S-stop it! H-hands… h-hands on my hips… y-you’re… i-impossible! H-hey! I’m… not… a toy! Y-you’re… too… big…”
Her blush deepened to a rich pink, the way her thick thighs pressed against your legs making her fidget, small giggles breaking through her mock sternness. She tried to take a step forward again, hips swaying, soft ass brushing against you, and her purple eyes looked up, flustered, but undeniably happy.
“I… I hate… y-you’re… making me… s-so… h-happy… d-don’t… don’t touch me like… this…!”
Even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her soft, thick thighs rubbed against your legs slightly, her rounded hips pressed against your palms, and her tiny frame leaned just enough to melt against your chest. She let out a shaky laugh, muffled by the blush on her cheeks.