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The Giant (1/16)

A giant/ tiny vore romance fantasy about a tiny woman that finds herself trapped in the clutches of a very large, hungry giant.

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This is the first full story I ever wrote, and I didn't write it initially with the intention of sharing it, so it's a bit rough around the edges. It's also very bizarre and cringe, but if the idea of being eaten alive by a hot giant man titillates you, you'll probably enjoy it. If you decide to give it a chance at least read to chapter 3 because that's when the good stuff starts (lol).

This story contains tons of vore, mouthplay, fluff, some violence, and some sexual content.

------ Chapter 1 ------

The storm was terrible. My car practically swam through the rain. The windshield wipers, despite their frantic swiping, failed to make a dent in the deluge. Occasionally a flash of lightning lit up the black storm clouds, followed by rolling thunder. Even though the sun had just begun to set, the sky was already dark as night. I sighed and glanced at my cell phone. Still no service. I was driving through the middle of nowhere and had a long way to go. With the weather this bad, I wasn’t making much headway. Even with no other cars on the road I had to drive slowly due to low visibility.

Just as I considered pulling over and finding a motel, a bolt of lightning shot out of the sky and slammed into my car. The suddenness of the event caused me to swerve off the road as I was momentarily startled by the loud explosion and blinded by the bright flash. My car rolled down a long, steep embankment, crashed into something, and everything went dark. I sat for a moment in shock, listening to the pouring rain. Tried to start my car. Nothing but smoke. Tried again. Nothing. The lightning bolt had fried the electronics. Great.

I sat for a moment, pondering what to do. I couldn’t call anyone without cell service. I certainly didn’t want to go out in the rain, but staying in the car was not exactly a viable option either. The windshield was broken, allowing rain and cold to seep into the car. Waiting here would not solve my problems. My car needed to be towed and repaired. If I got lucky and followed the road I might be able to hitch a ride from a passing motorist. Resigned, I grabbed my raincoat, phone, and flashlight and stepped out into the rain.

I started to trudge through the mud toward where I assumed the road would be. My car had slid down pretty far into the tall weeds. The vegetation here was odd, like grass but the blades were thick and came up to my chest. I stepped over a few fallen tree limbs on my way up the hill. When I finally reached the top I stopped, confused. The road was gone. I tried looking around with my flashlight but the terrain was completely different, just more mud and that weird tall grass. What the hell was going on? I turned and shined my flashlight toward my car at the bottom of the hill. The way it had rolled, the road would have to be here. Maybe the car had slid farther than I thought? I continued walking in the only possible direction the car could have come from.

The rain continued to pour in huge fat drops splashing all over, obscuring my vision even with my flashlight. Not to mention the night seemed to have gotten even darker, except for the sporadic flash of lightning. I walked past a large boulder, another tree limb, large wet puddles. A deep consternation began to well up inside of me. None of this was right. I should have reached the road by now. Unexpectedly, I stepped on something crunchy and looked down. The sight gave me pause. I had stepped on a leaf--but this was no ordinary leaf. The leaf was bigger than my entire body. I pondered this mystery for a moment and looked around. What about the trees? I hadn’t noticed before because of the darkness that I hadn’t seen any trees, but now I could just make out massive silhouettes spaced out around me in the gloom. If those were trees, they were the biggest trees I had ever seen in my life. Forgetting about the road for a moment, I waded through the muck towards one of the large shadows to get a closer look.

I didn’t think that redwoods were native to this area--hell, I hadn’t seen any on my drive over--so naturally I was curious. Finally, I got close enough that my flashlight could shine a light on one of the huge shadows. Except what I saw wasn’t a tree, rather than bark it was a smooth brown texture, almost like leather. I felt the rounded surface with my bare hand. Whatever it was, it was not a naturally occurring structure, but rather man-made. As I shined my light over more the mystery object I felt a jolt of shock as I recognized the details. I was touching the toe of a gigantic boot that was easily the size of a school bus. And the boot was not alone. I slowly raised my flashlight up to illuminate cloth pants, a towering leg, and the colossal shape of a man so gargantuan the light beam could not reach high enough to illuminate his whole being.

My blood ran cold and I froze in place, unable to make the slightest movement. Had the giant seen me? I was so miniscule compared to his massive size. He towered over me like a skyscraper. A crash of lightning flashed across the sky, and for just a moment the colossus was fully visible. He was staring directly down at me from a terrifying height. At that moment my heart jumped into my throat and I turned to run as fast as I could. Despite my panicked efforts the mud sucked at my shoes and I could not run very fast at all. I blindly sprinted into a puddle and started treading water frantically, adrenaline coursing through my veins. In my haste I dropped my flashlight and one of my legs got tangled in some roots. I cried out in fear and struggled to free myself. Before I could escape an enormous hand plunged into the water all around me and scooped me up with ease. I couldn’t help letting out a squeak of panic as huge strong fingers thicker than my torso closed around my body, pinning my arms to my sides.

I was then lifted up what felt like hundreds of feet into the air as the giant straightened to his full height. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Another bolt of lightning revealed a huge human face with intelligent eyes closely scrutinizing my tiny form. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I must’ve looked pathetic--drenched in water, shaking uncontrollably, like a drowned rat. Hopefully I didn’t look tasty to him. I felt a wave of nausea at the horrible thought that I could easily fit inside his mouth. He could probably swallow me whole without even chewing. I started to cry tears and squirmed in his iron grip, knowing all the well how futile my actions were.

After staring at me for a long, agonizing moment, the giant opened the lapel of his coat and gently placed me underneath it against his vast chest, as if to shelter me from the rain. This action was the last thing that I had expected but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Finally, I wasn’t being pelted by pouring rain; his shirt was thankfully dry, his body soft and warm. I could hear the slow, rhythmic beating of his massive heart, so different from the frantic knocking of my own. His chest rose and fell with steady gusts of breath from immense lungs. Despite my fear the sensations were strangely soothing. The titanic wall of flesh I was pressed against began to move as the giant walked forward with powerful strides. I shivered and curled up as best I could to get comfortable.

I felt confused, frightened, and exhausted. I was powerless to move or try to escape. What was going to happen to me? I could only speculate. Would I be gutted like a fish? Dismembered in a gory mess, my limbs torn off one by one? Dropped in a pan of sizzling oil and boiled alive? Or perhaps eaten raw, savored on the tongue like a piece of candy before being sucked down a dark gullet and dumped into his cavernous stomach still alive? As brutal as my imagination was, it was the last thought that made me shudder in particular. I collapsed inward on myself and wept until I was completely drained and lost consciousness.

Chapter 2

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Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

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The Giant (4/16)

***Contains mouthplay****

------Chapter 4------

I woke up to the sun glaring at me through the window. I felt like I had been hit by a train; my body was sore and fatigued from the trials of last night. I tried to get up and realized I was pinned down by a giant hand. Sometime during the night Chester must have placed his hand over me, perhaps to keep me warm. Fortunately, his fingers were slightly curled in such a way that the weight of his hand wasn't crushing me. I lay still, feeling his colossal chest inhaling and exhaling underneath me. I had a lot to think about.

I figured, as much as I hated the thought, it was only a matter of time before I was eaten again. From what Chester had told me, the hunger all giants had for human meat, regardless of what good intentions he may try to put forward, would overwhelm him. I couldn't trust him to control himself; nor could I escape him, if his sense of smell was so acute that he could track me anywhere. A dim idea was starting to take form in my mind, a possible solution to my predicament, but the notion was so unsavory that I was reluctant to even seriously consider it.

Chester moaned faintly and began to stir, his fingers twitching lightly. My heart started to pound hard and fast in alarm. Instinctively, I wanted to run away from the giant man, but I was still immobilized by his oversized hand. As he woke up, he scooped me up with his fingers and sat up in bed, yawning wide. I cringed and turned away, unwilling to look inside his gaping maw again. His eyes turned to me and he gave me a shy smile. This small gesture of goodwill was instantly undermined by the audible growl of his stomach, which made me reflexively shriek and recoil in his hand. His smile vanished.

"Um... I'll get some breakfast right away," he murmured, standing up quickly enough to knock me over in his hand. He carried me to the kitchen with his massive long strides, and set me on the dining room table while he whipped up some food. He brought over a heaping stack of pancakes with sausage links on an oversized plate. Just like before, he took his scary gargantuan fork and cut off tiny pieces for me to eat, then voraciously dug into his own food. I felt too nauseated to eat but he didn't seem to notice. I was horrified, but like watching a terrible car wreck, I couldn't seem to look away as he shoved massive forkfuls of food in his mouth and swallowed them greedily. I watched his giant Adam's apple bob in his throat with each gulp, remembering in vivid detail how ghastly it felt when he swallowed me. The grotesque display of gluttony didn't last long, since the hungry giant cleaned his entire plate, including my negligible portion. I tried to not draw attention to myself, repressing my trembling as best I could.

"I'm going to get cleaned up and get some work done," Chester announced, taking me in his hand back to the bedroom. "Stay here for a moment while I go shower and dress." He dropped me on the bed and left the room with some clothes.

Suddenly, alone in the bedroom, an idea popped into my head. It was far too dangerous to leave the house, but what if I stayed inside and hid? Would Chester's nose be sensitive enough to find me? It was worth trying at least, and if he wasn't able to locate me by scent alone I might be safe, as long as I stayed hidden. I knew I had to work fast, so I jogged over to the edge of the bed and, gripping the sheets in my hands tightly, began the long climb down. I tried not to look at the floor far below, focusing only on finding the next handhold. My arms and hands started to burn from exertion but the urgency of the situation helped me work through the pain. Luckily for me, the comforter on the bed draped almost to the ground, so when I finally reached the end of it, I only had a short fall to the carpet beneath. I stopped to catch my breath and glanced up at the bed. I must've climbed down at least fifty feet. From the ground, the room and all the furniture looked even bigger than they did before, extending up an unfathomable distance.

I realized I didn't have much time and dashed out of the room. I wasn't able to see much whenever the giant carried me in his hand but I had a general idea of the layout of the house. I decided to head toward the living room. We hadn't spent any time in there, but I knew it was adjacent to the kitchen and dining room, so if I managed to successfully hide there I might be able to survive off food scraps that fell to the floor.

Unfortunately, the living room was all the way on the other side of the gigantic house, and I would have to pass by the bathroom to get there. I ran down the long, long hallway, which would only take the giant a couple of paces to traverse but took me several minutes at a full sprint. I noticed with relief that I could hear the shower flowing as I ran by the huge door. I slowed to a walk, gasping for breath. When I heard the shower stop, I commenced running again. A couple minutes of jogging and I made it to the end of the hall, but I didn't stop there; I scurried over and hid under the couch. I barely had time to catch my breath before the bathroom door opened and Chester stepped out.

From my hiding spot, I could see him standing in the hallway. He turned to go to the bedroom but then stopped in his tracks. I saw him turn back in my direction, sniffing the air. I held my breath. He walked into the living room, sampled the air through his nose, and strolled over to the couch. His thunderous footsteps shook the ground and the surrounding furniture, including the couch. His figure grew larger and larger as he got closer, until I could only see his massive bare feet. I couldn't help but notice that a single toe on his foot was as big as my entire body.

"Jaclyn?" he inquired. I didn't reply, trying to stay as quiet as possible. "Are you hiding under the couch?" Without warning, he lifted up half the couch with minimal effort, exposing my petrified, helpless self underneath. From my vantage point on the ground, he was inconceivably massive; I felt like nothing more than an insignificant bug at the feet of this colossal being. I hadn't been sure before, but he had to be somewhere around two hundred feet tall. A frightened yelp escaped my lips as I flinched away from the immense giant. His facial expression softened when he saw my response.

"You're... still so frightened of me, aren't you?" Chester observed sadly. I could only nod in reply, wild eyes wide with terror. "Would you... feel better if I left you alone for a while?" He set the couch down, restoring my (admittedly useless) hiding spot. He walked off and left me by myself in the darkness. I realized logically that hiding was useless if the giant knew exactly where I was, and could pinpoint my exact location by scent if I moved somewhere else, but I did feel safer being away from him regardless. I sat under the couch, knees folded to my chest, arms wrapped around my legs, and stared into the abyss.

I stayed that way for several hours. Chester steered clear of the living room. I monitored his movements as he went into his home office for a long time, presumably to write. Then, he got his boots on and left the house for a while, coming back later with groceries. He made himself a sandwich for lunch and a miniature lunch for me, which he left on the floor next to the couch alongside a bottle cap full of water. After he went back to his office to work some more, I cautiously came out of hiding to eat and drink, having skipped breakfast, then returned to my safe space. Even if I was afraid of him, I was still grateful for his compassion.

I knew I couldn't remain here forever. Eventually I would want a bath, clean clothes, a comfortable bed to sleep in instead of the hard floor. Not to mention I was no safer here than anywhere else: If the giant succumbed to his rapacious appetite, he could simply lift the couch as he did before and snatch me up. Sequestering myself under the couch was boring, uncomfortable, and pointless, but I might have stayed there for days if not for an upsetting event which forced me to leave.

At the time, I was sitting in my usual spot, watching Chester warily as he made himself dinner in the kitchen. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and looked over to see the BIGGEST SPIDER I had ever seen in my entire life, making a beeline straight for me! Have I mentioned I'm arachnophobic? I screamed my head off and ran away from the gigantic, hairy spider monster, out into the open.

Chester, hearing my cries of distress, rushed into the room to see what was the matter. Seeing the spider chasing me, he stomped his enormous boot down and smashed it. I was only a few feet away from his boot and the vibration knocked me down. I was now laying on the floor between his two massive boots, his giant form towering infinitely above me. He slowly bent down on one knee to get a closer look at me, concern written all over his face.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "Did that spider hurt you?"

"I'm-I'm okay," I stuttered. "I d-don't want to stay under the c-couch anymore." I pulled myself into a sitting position, shaking, and craned my neck all the way back so I could see Chester's face. Normally his mountainous size made me nervous, but now I actually felt relieved that my giant protector was looming over me. This latest incident had only cemented my conviction that I would not be able to make it in this giant world without him. "I'll be okay with joining you for dinner now," I conceded.

Chester's face lit up with joy. "Wonderful," he said, nudging me gently into his large hand. I was reminded again how pleasingly soft and warm his hands felt. The giant returned to his full height carefully, trying not to let me lose my balance in his hand. He walked back to the kitchen and set me on the dining room table, then finished preparing his meal and set the table. This time he had cooked a steak, with a baked potato, and had poured himself a glass of red wine. He gifted me a crumb of buttery potato and I ate it gratefully. He dumped steak sauce on the big slab of meat and began to cut into it with a giant, shiny knife. I noticed the steak was cooked awfully rare, with a hint of blood seeping out with each cut. I realized with nauseating dread that he must have went out and bought the steak today in an effort to curb his insatiable craving for meat--human meat. I gulped nervously.

"Listen..." I started, "I've been thinking..." I stopped, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Hm?" The giant gave me his attention, his mouth full of potato.

I opened my mouth to speak, closed it again. Was I really going to suggest this? Before I lost my nerve, I forced myself to be brave and continue. "I've been trying to come up with a solution to our little predicament. And I think I have an idea." I paused dramatically. Chester cocked an eyebrow, but I could tell he was curious. He took another large bite of his potato.

With a shaky breath, I said, "I was thinking... I was thinking maybe..." I was stalling. Finally I blurted out, "I'll let you eat me for dinner!"

Chester's eyes practically popped out of his head and he choked on his mouthful of potato. Coughing, he washed it down with a swig of wine and stared at me with shock. "Are you serious?"

My face paled. "Well... I'm not willing right now to be swallowed again. So please--please don't do that. But I figure your cravings will only get worse the longer you try to hold them back. So maybe..." I shuddered. "Maybe if you just hold me in your mouth while you eat dinner, you can t-taste me, right? And you can pretend you're swallowing me, when you consume the rest of your food?" I reasoned, "This is the best compromise I could come up with. Nobody gets hurt, and you get... me. Just not inside your belly."

Chester's green eyes gleamed with hunger. "I'm willing to try it." He pondered the suggestion, looking up and down my body in a way that made me squirm. "It won't be quite the same, since I won't get the pleasure of feeling you, my little Jaclyn, thrash around in my stomach. We giants do enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and the conquest of our prey. But I think this will be minimally sufficient, for the time being."

I nodded unenthusiastically, trying to hold down my rising panic. What had I gotten myself into? Why had I agreed this arrangement, let alone even suggested it in the first place? Of course, I knew the answer--because there was no other choice. Because if I hadn't set terms, Chester would have eventually, inevitably, lost control and eaten me anyway, perhaps more savagely than if his appetite was tempered with regular tastings. At least this way, it was my choice, and I had some control over the situation. With quivering limbs, I climbed onto the giant's dinner plate, then onto the bloody steak. I made my way toward the center and plopped myself down in the sauce. I knew I was going to get covered in steak juices, and wine, and saliva anyway, so why not some sauce too?

I looked up at Chester. "Go ahead and... eat me. I'm ready."

The giant smiled avariciously, revealing huge teeth stained red with blood and wine. "With pleasure, my dear." He stabbed into the meat with his fork and started cutting off pieces of steak, putting them into his maw one at a time. Unlike before, when he gobbled down his food with alarming rapidity, he was taking his time, savoring the moment. I could tell even from where I was sitting his mouth was watering with anticipation. I tried my best to remain calm as the giant knife crept closer and closer to me. All too soon, it was cutting around the piece of steak I was sitting on. I could see my pale reflection in the knife staring back at me with fright. The giant tucked the splines of the fork under the chunk of meat and lifted it, with me, towards his lips. I whimpered with terror.

"No need to be afraid," Chester cooed in a low voice. "I promise, with all my heart, I won't swallow you." And with nothing but a flimsy promise, I sat passively on the meat and allowed the giant man to open his mouth wide and fully engulf me.

Once I was all the way inside, the giant tongue maneuvered me off the steak cube, which was moved over to the huge molars to be crushed. The fork clinked against the teeth as it exited the mouth. Everything inside was wet with saliva and I was swiftly drenched. Unlike before, I was not the only food item inside the giant's mouth, so I was jostled about as the powerful jaws worked to mash the steak into pulp. The throat made a motion to swallow, suctioning down the food, but thankfully I was spared this fate.

The circular wall of teeth opened, briefly letting in light before it was obscured by the fork carrying another cut of meat. Just like before, the meat was shuttled to the teeth, masticated into mush, and disappeared into the depths. And again, the mouth opened to receive more prizes, this time both meat and potato, which were summarily processed and gulped down. All the while, the tongue played with me, and I was powerless, completely at its mercy. A few times I came dangerously close to the gaping gullet, wincing in horror as I felt hot breath from the lungs below wafting over my face.

I could tell the giant was enjoying every minute as he slowly ate his dinner, bite by bite. He hummed in his throat with satisfaction and sighed with contentment. Although I was not having a good time, I was glad at least that he seemed to find our arrangement satisfactory. He opened his mouth and a deluge of wine was dumped in, sweeping me towards the back of the throat, but the giant was still careful not to pour me straight down his esophagus with the wine.

Chester continued to ingest his dinner, chewing and swallowing, until, at long last, it was all gone. He finished with a final huge draught of wine which pushed me all the way up to his uvula before it was rapidly drained down. He kept me in his mouth for a while longer, rolling me over his tongue and teeth and into each cheek in the side of his mouth as he had done before. I tried to be patient but started to become increasingly afraid that he wasn't going to let me out. After all, there was nothing stopping him from swallowing me except his word, and we both knew it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he opened his mouth and inserted the fork, now empty. I interpreted this gesture as a means of egress and eagerly hopped on the long splines of the eating utensil. I chuckled to myself as it occurred to me that I'd never been this happy to climb onto a giant's fork. As the fork removed me from the cave of living flesh, I ducked so as not to hit my head on the row of front teeth. Fresh air hit my face and I felt a rush of relief to be free. I was almost moved to tears.

Glancing over my shoulder to the giant's face, I saw that Chester was moved too, but in a different way. He looked thoroughly satiated with his dinner, if not outright ecstatic. He set me down on his now empty plate and patted his belly.

"That was exquisite," he lauded. "Best dinner I've had since... last night." He winked.

"I'm glad it worked out for you," I replied calmly. Now that I wasn't scared of being eaten, I was feeling much better.

"In all seriousness though... thank you. I know that wasn't easy for you. It means a lot that you were brave enough to voluntarily go in there," Chester said. "If you hadn't... I don't know if you would have survived tonight, to be honest."

I felt a cold chill at that remark, which he uttered so flippantly. I may have escaped cruel fate tonight, but the future could bring anything. I had to wonder if he really viewed me as a person, an equal, or just as a sentient snack. Most likely the latter, if I had to guess. As difficult as it may be for me to accept such a concept, I could certainly understand why, if humans were normally regarded as nothing more than mouthwatering morsels. Not to mention the incredible size difference; I was a measly, insignificant nothing compared to him, a bite of food that could be swallowed in one gulp, digested, and forgotten about. I shivered.

For now, though, I was safe, and very grateful for that. I looked down at my soggy clothes in disgust: they were ruined after soaking in red wine. At least they weren't expensive clothes. Maybe I could wear them whenever Chester decided he wanted to eat me. The question remained as to how often I would be forced to undergo these tasting sessions. I didn't want to bring up the subject myself, but there was no doubt Chester would desire a human--me, of course--to grace his palate again soon.

"You look like you could use a bath and a set of clean clothes," Chester remarked. He picked me up in his hands as he always did, prepared my bath, and washed my clothes. Afterwards, he took me into the living room and we watched TV until I fell asleep in his lap, nestled into his shirt against his torso.

Chapter 5

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