Their Biggest Fan (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

“Well, I’ll be out of their way in just a moment… there we are!” Delilah announced. She exited the final stepping stone space to a more secure area, occupying the far-larger empty grass field which flanked the longest wall of the stadium. Now closer than ever, and with the benefit of her full standing height, Delilah couldn’t help but lean over to steal a peek inside. Seeing so much of the open-top stadium packed with ready spectators, all chatting and pre-emptively cheering, like a colorful bee’s nest, got Delilah’s heart racing. Their excitement was infectious. The game was starting soon, the local team was having a great season, and what’s more, they were slightly favored to win this crucial match. She smiled ear-to-ear, waving at those within the arena with her free hand. Though the people were too far below and too close together to have their moods read by the gleeful giantess, they too paused their buzzing conversations and shouting matches: many of the people waved back at her, some more than others out of perceived obligation.

The sight of Delilah’s wide hand swaying in greeting to them alternately blotted out the sun at the end of each arc, causing the stadium to flash light-and-dark as though in the middle of an eclipse. For her part, the giantess could only tell that the people were waving hello back to her, not that they’d paused their cheering, and her heart suffused with joy. This was what true camaraderie felt like. Her fingers curled into a fist, and she pumped her hand in midair high above the dome, hopeful and triumphant, in support of the home team.

“Let’s do this!” she boomed. Her voice carried loudly to every seat in the stadium, no matter how cheap. A determined look crossed her pretty countenance, the kind of face she made when preparing to make a strategic move in her day job, like rescuing a sinking aircraft carrier. “Everybody on the other side, you better watch out, because we’re coming for you today!”

Delilah’s grin showed off her pearly whites, and turned from merely welcoming to outright aggressive. She couldn’t help it; a spirit for fierce competition was in her blood. Satisfied at last that she’d sufficiently fired up the crowd, even though she’d primarily just unnerved or at best jump-scared them all, the giantess deliberately lowered herself down to her haunches. Crossing her long elegant legs and discreetly patting her skirt down around her toned thighs, Delilah examined both her resting feet, just to confirm again that her dexterous bare toes didn’t extend outside the bounds of the massive field: a field which occasionally served as relief parking for a few thousand spectator cars or, if the complex knew she was coming for a game, Delilah alone. Seeing she was in the clear, the jittery fangirl returned her attentions again to her diminutive friend patiently waiting in her cupped hand for his turn.

“Please return your tray table to the upright and locked position,” Delilah cheesily instructed him. The curved wall of her partially closed fingers steadily relaxed and opened, until her hand laid flat, propped gently on her knee, where she could better observe Chris’s position at the soft center of her appendage. “Don’t remove your luggage until the flight attendant gives you permission.”

“Har, har…” Chris sighed. He started ambling across the cushy, uneven terrain of his friend’s hand in the direction of her long planked fingers. Their usual practice when traveling together like this was for Delilah to sit down, and only then for her to lower her hand flush with the ground so the little man could disembark. However, she kept her palm perched up on her leg still, making it impossible for him to climb down. “Hey, uh, not to rush you, but are you going to-”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten about you. Now, hold still,” Delilah ordered. Her opposite hand rose into view from across the valley of her draped skirts and crossed legs. Those powerful, gentle fingers winnowed to a pincer-shaped point between her index finger and thumb, driving right toward Chris.

“H-Hey… oh, c’mon,” he groaned, watching the slender digits lurking above. “I can walk by myself. You don’t have to-”

“Sorry, but this is so much faster. Plus, you want to beat the line, don’t you? C’mere, and try not to squirm,” she chimed in happily, not slowing the pace of her gliding hand even a smidge. Delilah’s vice-posed fingerpads arrived in the occupied palm and slid around her tiny, fragile friend’s body. Light as a speck of dust, she lifted him out of her hand and up to the level of her face, probably a little faster than the speed-conscious Chris preferred, but Delilah’s excitement for the game was really taking hold now, spilling into her every minute action.

“Woah-oah-oah!” he peeped from between the pillowy ovals of spiraled skin that formed Delilah’s fingertips. Even among the giantess’s most delicate extremities, Chris was still hopelessly dwarfed, easily capable of being completely swallowed by the grip of these fingers, if she only let him slide a little deeper between the oily curves.

“You sound like a cartoon character falling off a cliff,” she teased, conscious of his writhing, even though she’d requested he not. “Now, now. Quit your fussing.”

Given the breakability of such a tiny and singular subject, Delilah concentrated on the exact pressure between her fingers as she extended her arm toward the stadium, unable to keep from blushing at Chris’s continued ticklish flailing. Deep down, she got an amusing kick out of the feeling of someone, even a friend, fighting back against such an omnipotent size advantage as hers, though of course Delilah was far too polite and modest to ever reveal such a thing. Her careful hand flew across the field, passing just above the upper ridges of the stadium, which the giantess could still easily see inside of, since the walls barely reached the height of her chest while seated. Gradually his over-the-top wailing settled down, and Chris waited, woozy but ultimately grateful to be avoiding the lines.