Bucky's

Chapter 8: Ronny

Ronny finally had to acknowledge the truth: He was bitter, miserable, and lonely. He knew this had been his reality for a long time, but he had deflected and denied his feelings, shoving them down until they poisoned him. He knew he had become a toxic person. He wanted to change, to be a better man, but he was just so tired and jaded. Change was a difficult beast to wrestle with, especially when he was so entrenched in his ways, and his inner demons consumed him with fire.

He had difficulty facing the past harms he had done, in his fits of rage. He had tortured that poor human woman at work, and nearly killed her more than once. He had trouble reigning in his violent temper. He projected everything he hated onto her, imagined her as an embodiment of his slutty ex-wife who had cheated on him, dumped him, and destroyed him. Only when he was forced to listen to hours of her being abused in the worst ways by another evil Giant, to the point where she was completely broken and begged Ronny to put her out of her misery, had Ronny been able to see her in a different light. His illusion had been shattered, along with all his unhealthy coping mechanisms and internal logic that had held up his fragile ego.

He had helped her, in the end, but without acknowledging her. He never apologized for his sadistic behavior. Indeed, despite her being so small and unassuming, compared to a big Giant like him, Ronny couldn't bear to face her. He was ashamed of himself. He didn't want anybody, least of all her, to see him as he truly was, broken and pathetic and wounded inside. He maintained his sullen, hateful façade, careful to protect himself, to not open up to anyone. He didn't have the strength to endure another heartache, more pain and rejection. He stayed inside his shell.

Despite these feelings, deep down he yearned for companionship and love. Above all, he was tired of being alone. After suffering another lonely night holed up in his dirty apartment, wallowing in depression and filth, Ronny finally decided to do something about it. He started to clean his apartment, but quickly got overwhelmed and fatigued. He gave up and flopped back down on the couch with a sigh. He pulled out his phone and began mindlessly scrolling through it. After some deliberation, he downloaded a dating app. He figured it couldn't hurt anything.

He needed a picture of himself to create a profile. Ronny didn't have any recent pictures, since he didn't go anywhere or have friends to hang out with. Despite the cringe involved, he decided it would be easiest to just keep it simple and snap a photo using a mirror. He got off the couch, stretched, and lumbered over to the bathroom.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, scrutinizing his pale features, the hollows under his eyes, and his messy black hair. He needed to clean himself up first. He changed out of his rumpled shirt into a crisper, more presentable outfit. He washed his face and slicked back his hair with a healthy amount of gel, making the black shine. Much better. He captured his likeness in the photo, keeping his expression cold and serious, as was characteristic for him. He didn't have it in him to smile, even for a snapshot.

He kept his description in his profile minimal. He would let his good looks do the talking, since he knew he was rotten in his core. He didn't feel like putting much effort into what he figured was destined to be a futile exercise when all was said and done. He set up his account and started swiping while laying back lazily on his couch. Ronny was picky as to what women he chose. If they revealed too much skin or dressed in a manner he considered scandalous or whorish, he'd flat-out reject them. He avoided women who seemed vapid or airheaded. He didn't read the profiles too closely, since he figured plenty of Giantesses were liars or would embellish the truth, but he did make sure to avoid anyone who was looking for a hookup or casual sex. Such a practice disgusted him. He desired somebody who would be loyal and submissive to him, whom he could control.

Ronny was an exceptionally handsome Giant in his own right, so he had no trouble getting matches. Before long, he was chatting with a Giantess whom he believed had potential to be a good match for him. Ronny kept the small talk to a minimum, even in text, since he wasn't much of a conversationalist. He pushed to schedule a lunch date for the next day, Sunday. The Giantess agreed, and they had a date.