#giant male tiny female

[little-annie228]

[technical-survival]

What if tinies took advantage of those bonsai growing pots to grow their own herbs, or even their own food.



[colossusking-orach]

1 - Autumn POV

“Autumn…Little Kitty? Where are you?”

A thunderously deep voice rumbled above just before the ground shifted. Autumn would have surely flew into the void had it not been for her claws finding purchase in the soft leather of the pillow. She shot daggers towards the still shifting colossus, whom only now seemed to notice her plight.

The deep, rippling sound of the giant’s chuckling felt more like the thunder of a distant storm. A wide hand came from beneath to cup Autumn’s chest, it tried to pull her away from the pillow. While not forceful the movement forced an embarrassingly pathetic mewl out of her. The force disappeared but the hand continued to cradle her.

“Oh no! Little Kitty! Here, I help!”

Autumn hissed and spat when she felt a fingertip thicker than her tiny paw start to gently stroke her fluffy little head. Her ears tilted back at the giant’s soft rumbling in his native language. A coarse humming or soft growl, sounds like a curious bear. He spoke within the rhythm of his deep breathing. Forceful breaths tousling her thick fur, now developing mats.

He had not brushed her once since abducting her from the forest. Autumn began to question if he knew how to care for a house cat at all.

The thick digit began moving on to massage each pad enough to retract her claws. Once free, he placed her onto a fleece blanket at the head of their sleeping nook. Panels of the wall slid up out of sight to reveal the larger space of the room.

The mountainous man pulled himself out of the alcove before thundering off to the washroom to begin his day.

Now suddenly alone, Autumn settled into a loaf to wait for the giant space bear to come back. It is only within these quiet moments in the morning that Autumn would dare to venture a thought about what her options are.

She held little hope for escape, there was no chance she would evade a man so obsessed over a cat he found in the woods. She struggled to focus and use the only human part she had left.

Her psyche.

It took her some time to realize he hadn’t come back yet. The sounds of water running and low growling still coming from somewhere out of sight beyond the threshold.

Now may be my one chance to get away from this alien.

She paced back and forth mentally calculating the risks of jumping. The fall felt more like 3m than the 2m it actually was.

It’s still too high to jump! I’ll break my legs!

Autumn wasn’t really familiar with her cat body yet, she had been taken by the giant shortly after the Solar Flare transformed her. He already knew she wasn’t a cat.

THUD

mew

She slid and fell onto the ground, sprawling out before to finding her paws again. She hoped so desperately that HE hadn’t heard her.

“Kitty?

“Autumn, tell me where you are! You’re too small to wander. Little Kitty, say something.”

Autumn curled into as tight a ball she could, his voice was sharper now, closer to a snarl. She has seen how others flinched whenever her giant spoke to the lesser giants. He must be a feared man, but she didn’t know why.

Slow, deafening, methodical steps sent jolts straight to her core. Each one more jarring than the last. Shuddering with indecision, helplessly staring at the ever approaching giant.

Sudden tears surprised her, cats don’t cry in the way a human would. She felt ridged with terror coursing through her. Her breath caught, heart sank. Trying to at least keep composure.

“There!”

Autumn flailed, instinctively trying to claw and bite the hand that seized her, she battled the large hands trying to trap her as the looming shadow of the alien fell over her.

“Let! Go! Ow. Squeeze too hard!”

The little kitty yowled, fighting to get purchase on the thick green skin.

“Oh, so now you speak to me?

Autumn only replied with a low growl, avoiding his gaze.

2 - Orach POV

Amused by her little intimidation attempt, Orach starts to hum. Drowning out her mewling protests, and choosing to ignore her. He knew it was mean of him, as she depended so heavily on him but the spunky little cat would only get in the way or worse underfoot if left to roam.

Orach let out a course huff resolving to never let anything hurt the fluffy brown cat. He clenched his jaw thinking about the woods he found her in. Now the Hunting Grounds, she’d be torn to shreds by the hunting parties

Instead he occupied his thoughts with where to put his little friend.

*Kitty put in basket*

[colossusking-orach]

*storycomingsoonipromise*

For whatever reason, you're hiding from a being much, much larger than you. You're not sure if they know where you are... But they're not going away anytime soon. You settle in, hoping you were quiet enough not to be seen...

But then the Giant looking for you starts calmly, gently calling your name.

[lnbeep-art]

Mmmm love Mistletoe this time of year for G/t… 😚 🌿

Winter prompt for @amayagt feat. hers and @pr-fae’s characters—Romi and Savi!

[gt-daboss]

trying a new artstyle! minimal shading with this one, most of it has been done with black lines instead! ALSO, folds for clothes!!! at least, an attempt at such! I think it turned out alright, but let me know what you think!!

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CC: Size Incorporated (TM)

[awkwardgtvore]

What to Snack On?

Hey hey first vore post here and it's for @donnyanne for @gtgotcha4gaza Thank you so much for donating and I hope you enjoy this story!

Erica and Jake have a game to play

What to Snack On?

Erica crouched in the cabinet. It was supposed to be a simple adventure, but of course the human came into the kitchen while she was there. His steps were heavy, the cups around her shook from them. It made it all the more terrifying as they got closer and closer. 

“What do I want?” he hummed. 

She shuddered. He’d be searching the cabinets soon. It was his routine. Walk in to search for a snack. Open every cabinet, even the ones that never held food. Erica had to run, but she had to be smart. If it was the wrong time he’d see her. There was no telling what he’d do.

“Maybe a drink,” he said. 

Erica curled up in the back corner of the cabinet. He opened the half she wasn’t in. It gave her a solid view of his cat-like eyes. One of his hands reached in. It was so big next to her. Fingers taller than her wrapped around a cup only for it to shatter from his strength. Erica bit her hand to stay quiet.

“Crap, not again,” he hissed. From her position she could see as he pulled his hand out. The way his green eyes studied the injury before he licked the blood from his hand. She had to get away. 

Erica had a chance once he closed the door. She dove deeper into the back corner and squeezed through a small opening. Something sticky coated her, but she ignored it. Just as she entered the new space the human ripped open both doors to the cabinet she was just in. He would have seen her.

“Thought I heard something,” he said. The words were louder than before. They rattled her bones, but she kept silent. 

He closed the doors. Erica slid between the boxes and bags of food that surrounded her now. This cabinet had enough space between the doors that she could watch him. The human walked away from her. Heavy steps knocked the things around her down. If she waited for the right moment she could run. All that mattered was timing. She let out a small sigh.

As if he heard her he turned on his heel. Erica climbed into one of the open bags, desperate for him to leave. The cabinet doors creaked as they opened. She shook, bits of what she now saw were pretzels stuck to her. She could worry about that later. Right now she needed the human to leave.

“That seems like a good snack,” he cooed. Erica begged anyone listening that it wasn’t the one she’d crawled in. She knew it failed as the bag crumpled around her. This time she couldn’t keep her yelp down. The hand paused for a fraction of a second before she was pulled out of the cabinet bag and all. “Well, well. Guess I have a different snack than I planned.”

The human’s hand darkened the opening. Large fingers pinched her sides and crushed some pretzels as they did. The dust from them made her cough, but he ignored it. Lifted her out of the bag and dangled her over his head. She swallowed down a scream when he licked his lips.

“I-I’m not a snack,” she said. Her voice cracked. He smirked at her. Fangs she hadn’t noticed from living around him poked out. His hand only moved closer to his slowly opening mouth. “P-please!”

“Hmm,” the small noise made her shiver. “How about a little game then? If you get away nothing happens, if I catch you then I get a taste.”

“W-what game?”

He moved fast, too fast. Dropped her on the floor and crouched above her. He was massive and she was so, so small. He put a finger on her chest. Erica tried to fight against it. The pressure increased to a point she could barely breathe. Blood dripped on the floor from where he hurt himself early. It made her shudder.

“I’ll count to ten, you get a head start. If I catch you I win. If you escape you win,” he purred. Erica had to take the chance to run. She nodded at him, he let her go. Closed his eyes and licked his lips again. “One.”

Erica jumped to her feet and ran. The human tapped one of his feet. The earthquakes it caused knocked her onto her knees.

“Two.”

She chose to crawl instead. Desperate to get away. She would win this game.

“Three.”

There was almost no progress on her end. The taps of his foot grew faster. Heavier. He did it on purpose.

“Four.”

She forced herself to her feet again. Managed a few steps before a hand slammed down in front of her. All escapes cut off.

“Ten. Looks like I win.” 

“Th-that’s not fair!” she cried. His fingers closed in around her. The human’s face was menacing as he stared down.

“No one said I’d play fair. It wouldn’t be fun for me if you got somewhere I couldn’t reach.”

Once more his other hand came close and pinched her sides. Lifted her off the ground easily. She tried to free herself before it was too late. Nothing made those impossibly large digits budge. Her shimmies didn’t even move her a little. Once again she was held over his face. Where she could see the darkness of his mouth below.

“P-Please let me go!” she begged.

“Hmm,” he swung her back and forth a few times. It made her sick. “Why not?”

His hand lowered a bit. Erica had a moment of hope. Before his mouth opened wide and she was dropped inside. She tried to crawl back out, but his teeth clacked closed instead.

“P-Please no!”

Her cry fell on deaf ears. The tongue pressed her against the roof of his mouth as he swallowed down saliva. She’d be next. 

His tongue pushed her around his mouth. He moaned in pleasure. The fact it was her taste made her heart pound. His teeth parted to hold her steady. Each part of her was carefully tasted by the massive tongue. She punched at it, but that didn’t make it stop.

When he let her go gravity took over. She fell onto the inside of his cheek. He sucked on her as if she was a hard candy. Erica nearly screamed when she fell to the other side for the same process. She pushed against his skin for a bit of space. Surprisingly it worked and she fell back onto his tongue.

For a single second she thought it might be over. Then the world around her tilted. Gravity pulled her towards the dark cavern that was his throat. She pushed herself back on his tongue, but it was too slippery. Erica fell into the cavern, forced to enter the depths of his body.

The sound of his swallows echoed around her. His throat almost massaged her as she moved down. There was pressure from outside, she assumed it was his finger tracing her down. It was hard to ignore how comfortable this part felt.

Erica fell into an open area. Empty of everything else and dark. She crawled around for a bit. Something pressed on one of the walls, her best guess was his hand. She crawled over and placed her hands against it. She rubbed small circles on the fleshy wall that caused a chuckle high above her.

“Jakey, I told you not to cut yourself again,” she yelled. A smile sat on her face now that their little game was over.

“You said you like when I let go, I can’t always help it,” Jake said. The deep bass of his voice vibrated her bones. It was her favorite part of these times. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Jakey. You were the perfect scary hunter.”

“I got worried when you kept begging. You changed it up this time. Usually it’s just once before…”

“You were just that good this time. I might have gotten a little scared for real this time.”

“Erica…”

“It’s fine Jakey, really. I knew it was you and I was safe. I remembered our safe word if something felt too far.”

“Making my name your safe word is still weird.”

“It’s perfect I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jakey. I don’t know you in the game so obviously your name means I broke character.”

“I guess.” He sighed along with a bit of laughter. “I should clean up that caramel I put on your path in the cabinets though.”

“That’s what made me sticky!? Jakey, that's not good, it could attract bugs.”

Jake laughed a little more before he started to walk. Erica always loved the feeling of his movements when she was in his stomach. A force of nature that kept her safe and comfortable. His hand stayed pressed against his stomach where she leaned into it. She loved him so much.

“Hey Jakey,” she called. His hum of response echoed through him. The noises were always strange. Soon she’d be focused only on the loud pounding of his heart. “I love you, thanks for doing this.”

The hand near her started to rub circles from the outside. She smiled as the temperature of his body rose. Jake always got embarrassed about this. That he liked it, but she loved it more than he did. Loved their game of cat and mouse.

“I love you too, Erica…” She laughed when he cleared his throat. The noise was strange and endearing from inside him. “And thanks for letting me use the not so human parts of me sometimes.”

“I love those parts of you. It feels like I get to see the real Jakey.”

He laughed again. One of his hands stayed against her as he cleaned up from their game. By the time he let her out the cup would be fixed because of something he did and the sticky part of the cabinet would be clean. For now she was happy to have him surround her. Especially as his heartbeat filled the silence. Erica closed her eyes and settled in for a nap that Jake would join her in soon enough.

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized

Baldur's Gate 3 G/t focused fanfic.

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

Summary: Meet Ria, a 10 centimetre tall (4 inches) borrower who is trying her best to survive out in the wilderness of Faerûn without being crushed underfoot, squashed, or eaten. Astarion, weak with hunger, manages to catch a whiff of Ria's scent, and driven by his bloodlust he tracks her down with the intention of eating her. Of course, things get a little complicated when Gale becomes involved.

Artwork commissioned by @entomolog-t

Setting: Somewhat canon compliant during Act 1. Will diverge into Acts 2 and 3 as the story progresses mostly following canon events.

Warnings: V*re mention (no actual v*re will happen, only implications/mentions of it), mouthplay, fearplay, blood, swearing/course language, blood drinking, Astarion is a real asshole to little people/borrowers and doesn't see them as people so be prepared for him being awful at the beginning.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 - in progress

AO3 - will be cross posted onto my ao3 account @bluprismwrites

[wannabeeaten]

something that's always bugged me about vore is the lack of disabled preds. in every corner of the community, it's something I rarely see.

I get that preds are supposed to be "peak humanity" when it comes to human preds, but it feels a bit wrong that the peak is so exclusionary. it's just so weird that no one else enjoys or even entertains the idea of preds that suffer from something.

it's not like they wouldn't have appealing factors to them. maybe a blind pred uses their mouth to get a feel of someone because their hands can't quite do the job of making out their features, or a hearing impaired person using their ability to enjoy a different form of bonding with their S/O. the ideas are there, but no one seems to include them from what I've seen. I have more ideas but I don't want this to come off as gratuitous for the sake of proving a point.

some of my favorite characters in tv shows and movies would make great preds, like Matt Murdock or even Flynn from Breaking Bad, who has cerebral palsy. these characters can be the "peak" too.

this could also be said about the prey too, but y'all aren't ready for that discussion

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

Masterlist

Summary: Astarion helps Freya figure out the proper way to bathe as a certified adventurer.

Tw/Cw: Low spice, mouthplay, licking, partial nudity, blood mentions, fearplay.

Author's note: this is my first time writing a spicy fic, went more soft to ease into it. Give me advice if you'd like.

Wrinkled fingers scrubbed on already raw skin, it didn't matter how painful it was, Freya was desperate to get the stench of blood off her! The borrower was no stranger to getting dirty from time to time, but being covered in gore after a battle was a new experience. Every fight was followed up with a dive in the nearest body of water she could find, yet the metallic stench never quite left her. All the soap in the world couldn't mask the scent of blood that lingered on her body. A frustrated cry erupted from the tiny woman's throat, there was nothing Freya could do and her body had grown weak, maybe it was best if she gave up and accepted her new scent.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

Freya nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sultry voice of Astarion nearby. Her head whipped over to the source and spotted the elf leaning against a tree. His crimson eyes glanced away from her but he didn't hide the smirk on his face, revealing that he caught a glimpse of the borrower in her undergarments. Freya hastily grabbed the rag she used as a towel and draped it over her. “Haven't you heard of privacy!”

“Apologies darling, but you were gone quite a while and Tav was worried you got swept away in the river.” Seeing that she was covered, Astarion began to stroll over to Freya, yet still kept an appropriate distance. “I've come to fetch you.”

“I was just about to finish up.” Freya sighed. “Go on ahead and let Tav know I'm alright.”

“Are you now?” He studied her for a moment, crouching down in an attempt to be more eye level with Freya. “I don't know how borrower bathing routines go but I believe screaming out like that isn’t part of it.”

Freya sighed, wrapping the rag tightly around her body. She wondered if telling Astarion would warrant sympathy or mockery, but ever since their fight with the hag, he's been… tolerable around her. His remarks have less venom and on occasion, Astarion has proven to be nice to her. Perhaps telling him wouldn't be the worst idea. “I can't… wash the stench of blood off me no matter how much I try.”

Astarion's eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so that's why you've been smelling better than usual!”

“It's not funny!” Heat rose in the blonde's cheeks. “Some of us don't wanna smell like we've been swimming in gore all day!”

“Get used to it darling!” Astarion said with a chuckle. “Cause danger loves to find us, even when we try to avoid it.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “You're so helpful right now.”

“Sorry, my dear, but I don't think any ideas I come up with would be something you'd agree to.”

“But you have ideas?” She snapped her full attention over to him. “What are they?”

Astarion only leaned back and flashed a grin, his fangs glinted in the moonlight, making Freya's heart race. Oh right, it seemed silly to forget, but lately it has been easy to forget he is a vampire. He's proven that he was more than just a bloodthirsty monster who could eat her in a single gulp. Freya perished those thoughts sometime ago, Astarion would never do that to her. She'd dare say, she could trust him with her life.

But was she willing to trust him enough to let him do whatever crazy idea he had in mind?

She parted her lips. “Your idea, it doesn't involve your fangs right?”

“Not unless you ask nicely, but I suppose that would do the opposite of what you'd like.” His red eyes were fixated on Freya, not willing to take them off of her. “I didn't think you'd want my lips all over you.”

“That's not-!” She stammered out, blood rushing to her cheeks as she glared at him. “I'm fucking desperate, okay!”

The silence was deafening, the wicked gleam in Astarion's eyes made Freya question whether she should actually go through with this idea. “Just forget it!”

“I'm only teasing, my dear.” Astarion's devilish smile lingered. “Although, if you desperately want to try this, I won't object.”

Freya caught her breath in her throat, despite their new respect for one another, she was still aware of her stance with Astarion. She was a borrower; outside of sultry jokes, he never wanted to show a glimpse of intimacy with her… not that she had a problem with that, there were better people to get acquainted with in camp.

This was just his weird way of trying to help, nothing more.

Freya took a deep breath. “I have rules… if we do this.”

“I'm all pointy ears, my dear.” While he spoke with a bounce in his step, his eyes brimmed with shock.

“You just lick- not bite- my arm, I don't want to be covered in your spit only to still smell the stench of blood on me.” Her steel gaze shot through the towering vampire. “Can you do that?”

“Just a taste, nothing more.” There was a softness in his tone, something Freya was still not used to. He laid down on his side, his piercing ruby eyes giving her an invitation to come closer. “Shall we test this theory?”

Those old instincts screamed at her to stay away, generations of fear that kept her people alive all this time and now Freya was ignoring it just because of a metallic stench that lingered on her body. Shuffling closer, Freya stuck her arm out for him; his fingers gently pinched her hand as he moved in closer. His lips parted, letting his breath wash over her. Freya only got a glimpse of his tongue before she glanced away lest her nerves get the better of her.

“Darling, you're shaking.” Astarion spoke with a voice as gentle as the night.

“You would too if you were my size.” Freya snapped back. “But I'm agreeing to this, so just do it already!”

There was no sharp quip from Astarion like Freya had expected, only the silence that lingered while the vampire decided on his next move. Perhaps Freya's nerves were enough of a reason to deter him and she would have to suffer through the stench now. But before those thoughts could settle in, a warm and wet muscle pressed itself into her skin snaking up to her elbow.

Freya had to suppress a shudder, even when his tongue retreated into his mouth, the slimey presence was still there. Freya turned back to look at Astarion, his eyes searching into hers to determine if they should keep doing this. Despite all the fears, desire ignited in her gut, begging to be fueled. She gave a soft nod and swore she saw him giving her a tender look before his tongue revisited her.

Freya decided to focus on the warmth instead, how it oddly seemed to protect her from the biting chill of the night, yet goosebumps still formed on her skin. The tip traced along the circumference of her limb, as he traveled up her wrist. Astarion's bottom lip quivered with each lick, making Freya wonder if he was resisting the urge to draw blood; it surely wouldn't take much effort to prick her skin with only the tip of his fang. A terrifying thought but Freya bit her lip at the idea. Seeing his tongue slither up her arm made her imagine how it would look if her skin was coated in blood, how much vigor would that tongue do if it had something to lap up?

Freya almost lost herself in her thoughts before Astarion's lips brushed her shoulder, one quick glance and she could see the dark cavern that was his mouth. The quick surge of fear sent her heart racing, it would be so easy to just slip into his maw and experience new types of dangers. It was so wrong to think about but all Freya could do was feel the temptation luring her in. Clarity washed over Freya and she realized this needed to end… now!

“That's enough!” Freya gasped as she yanked her arm away from the vampire's lips. She held her arm close to her chest, Ignoring the slimey presence. In labored breaths, she looked up at Astarion; he had given her space but kept his focus on her.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly but Freya could hear a slight quiver in his question.

“N-Not at all.” She took a breath, and forced a smile on her face. “It's just getting… intense for me.”

He returned her smile. “I can only imagine.”

Freya turned her attention to her arm, she was definitely going to need to spend some more time rinsing off but she did not feel the stench of blood on her skin anymore. “I think your idea worked.”

“Of course it did.” His gentle smile turned more smug. “I made sure not to leave a drop behind.”

That was surprisingly endearing enough to elicit a chuckle out of Freya. “Well… I better clean up before I head back, tell Tav I'll be up in a moment?”

“Of course, just don't go around telling them what I did for you.” He said in a mock demand. “The last thing we need is for Tav to panic over our little escapade.”

“Probably for the best.” As he stood up to head back to camp, Freya couldn't help but watch him, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks. “Oh Astarion… thank you.”

“Anytime darling.”

[smolgloves]

The Wizard and The Herbalist

Summary: Gale and Freya put their skills together for the perfect potion

Tw: mentions of crushing? Nothing too crazy, this is all fluff

I think I got it!” The wizard exclaimed as he paced around his tent with a book in hand. Curiosity had taken hold of Freya near the campfire, Gale was so engrossed in whatever he was reading that he was absentmindedly walking around for the past hour. She didn't dare go near him during his trance lest she wanted to get stepped on, he normally was more aware of the borrower's presence but after that one time involving the fish barrel… Pushing those thoughts aside, Freya ambled over to Gale.

“What are you on about?”

Gale smiled down at the borrower. “Ah Freya, I was just about to look for you.”

“I was near the campfire.” She giggled, then raised an eyebrow at him. “But tell me, why were you going to look for me?”

Gale knelt down on the terrain, stifling a groan along the way down and flipped the book over to Freya. She noticed the images of Sylvan stone and a Gauth eye. “I think I have found a way to make the size reduction spells more effective!”

Freya cocked an eyebrow. “Effective how?”

There was a joyful gleam in the wizard's eye. "I could reduce the height of one of our companions to a range closer to your height.”

She stared up at Gale with wide eyes. There wasn't many times others had shrunk down; if they needed to sneak into any place that required crawling through a crack in the wall, Freya was always the first to volunteer, but when they shrunk, they still towered over her. Freya only reached their knees, which was less daunting than the usual, but it still wasn't like talking to a borrower. She missed being able to talk to someone in the eyes without craning her neck or being able to wrap her arms around someone in a full embrace. As comforting as it can be to be held in a hand, physical contact was still so much different than before, she never would have realized how much she would miss the little things like that. “You're kidding.”

“Quite the contrary.” Gale pointed at the eye on the page. “The Gauth eye is said to make spells much more potent. So say we add ingredients that are used to make potions that deal with size shifting and I drink it….”

“Then you can do a more powerful reduction spell!” She beamed.

“Spot on.” His smile grew. “And I think I know of a little herbalist who could help me.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to it!”

~~~~

Back at home, Freya spent time in the greenhouse making potions and salves all day, but she never brewed anything beyond healing elixirs before. Skaars Hollow never had any type of ingredients that could let her experiment with doing anything as advanced as transmutation! Gale gathered the supplies and went to work grinding up the gauth eye and sylvan stone, while Freya oversaw the progress of it all, making sure the ingredients were mashed to perfection before they began the potion brewing.

At last, the potion was complete, it stood tall over the borrower, holding an orange liquid within. Freya stared at with wide eyes. “Do you think it's ready?”

“I believe we gave it enough time to settle.” Rubbing his chin, Gale tentatively grabbed the bottle and popped off the lid. “In a normal trial, one would run tests to make sure this was safe to drink… but I trust your expertise.”

Freya couldn't help the grin that stretched across her face. “You're the one who did the work.”

He smiled. “True, but your guidance was instrumental to the success of this.”

Despite the swelling pride growing in her, Freya couldn't help but shy away from the praise. “I think you should talk less and drink the potion.”

Gale laughed under his breath before pressing the bottle to his lips. The orange liquid disappeared down his gullet, no drop was left behind. Gale took a breath. “Not the worst potion I've drank, but the taste is left to be desired.”

“But did it work?” The anticipation in her voice was palpable.

“There's only one way to find out.” With a flick of the wrist, Gale's hand lit up, a pale blue light snaked down from his fingertips to his palm. He pressed his hand to his chest and with a smile, he uttered a phrase: “Diminue.”

Gale dwindled in size before Freya's very eyes, she watched as he disappeared beneath the table, normally a larger one would just reach a low table such as the one by the wizard's tent. Freya dashed to the edge and peered over it. There Gale was, waving up at her at tiny height, this needed to be seen up close! Freya undid her grappling hook and descended down to the rocky ground.

It almost felt like a dream walking up to Gale; a larger being now reduced to five inches. This should have been a work of fiction, but when she reached out with a shaky hand and brushed against his arm she realized just how real this was.

“Gale, you beautiful bastard, you did it!” The shrill joy could not be contained! Freya pulled him into an embrace.

“Well this certainly is more comfortable than staying on one's knees for an extended amount of time.” Gale said with a titter.

“Or constantly looking up.”

Gale pulled away, glancing around the world around them, his tent loomed over like a building, his books became towers, and rocks became boulders. “I must say, the world feels vastly different from your point of view.”

Freya raised a brow. “Care to elaborate?”

“Sometimes, this world feels small, like you could explore Faerun before your life is over.” Gale fixated past the sandy beach to the murky waters ahead, his brown eyes wide with wonder. “But at this height, I'm looking at a world I'm familiar with, and I'm coming to the realization that there is so much more to this world than I have ever known.”

“I'd agree with you, but I've only ever known this perspective of the world.” Freya stood beside Gale, his wonder had spread to her. “Maybe one day you could show me that side of the world.”

“It would be my honor.” A smirk spread across his face. “But first, I want to explore the campgrounds through your eyes.”

“But of course.” Freya began walking, motioning for him to follow her. She was accustomed to walking around this rocky terrain, stepping over pebbles that would have been missed by larger beings. If only Gale was as aware. He stepped onto some loose rubble and nearly stumbled into Freya. Immediately, he began to revert back to his normal height.

Freya gasped out, for a moment, she feared the wizard would fall into her but he fortunately braced himself, his arms on either side of her and his face a mere inches from the tiny lady.

“Gods, I'm terribly sorry, Freya.” Gale quickly sat up to give her some space. “It seems this spell requires more concentration than a normal reduce spell.”

Despite the near death experience, Freya couldn't help but laugh. The spell was short lived but there was hope. “I think we'll have to do a few more trials before we attempt that again.”

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Giganterra (Chapter 36)

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Content Warning: fatal hard vore with blood, soft unwilling vore, multiple prey

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------ Chapter 36: Royal Visit ------

The day had come for the foreign dignitaries to visit. The royals of Giganterra were all dressed in new, custom-made clothes of the latest fashion. Ronny stood stiffly alongside his father, scratching at the lacy collar of his fancy outfit. He felt like a mannequin, with how many layers he was stuffed into and how constricted his limbs were. His suit was a royal blue with a line of brass buttons up the middle, epaulettes on the shoulders, and elaborate designs embroidered into the chest and arms with golden threads. He could hardly bend his elbows or knees. He was tense and irritable, wearing his characteristic frosty scowl to complete his wardrobe. His only comfort was Tanya, his secret little ally and companion, dangling from his necklace. He kept her with him for moral support, tucked into the hem of his outer jacket, for which he was eternally grateful. He liked having her tiny body so close to his beating heart. 

Princess Bianca, on the other hand, was vibrant with excitement. Her dress was a flowing green garment of resplendent silk that made her hazel eyes pop. It was decorated with sparkling emeralds stitched into the fabric, with tasteful ruffles on the sleeves, collar, and skirt. She swished her dress around her ankles, giggling to herself with amorous daydreams. She felt foxy and attractive, and she couldn’t wait to show off her beauty to her fiancé, in all his handsome, sexy glory.  

A royal carriage, followed by an entourage of servants on horseback, appeared on the horizon. As it drew closer, Ronny observed that the carriage was unbalanced, leaning slightly to the side. The group entered through the gate into the courtyard. King Richard, flanked by his children and his guard, came out to greet the visiting royals. 

The reason for the imbalance soon became apparent, as the foreign king stepped out of the carriage. He was an elephantine, hairy giant with a thick black beard and a prominent gut that protruded over his waistline. The carriage groaned as he transferred his mammoth mass to the pavement. 

“Richard!” he boomed in a bass voice. “Good to see you!” He slapped his fellow king on the shoulder with a massive fat paw and vigorously shook his hand, nearly knocking the crown off the smaller king’s head. Hardon smiled, masking his minor irritation, and reciprocated the handshake warmly. 

“The pleasure is all mine, Ivan,” he replied. “And how is your son?” 

“Oh, that useless maggot? He’s right here with me, as promised.” The foreign prince, his lips pressed into a thin line, joined his father. He stood with rigid posture, with his hands clasped behind his back. He was dressed neat and trim, clean-shaven except for a small black mustache and short hair smartly groomed and parted under his crown. He was not as large as his obese father, yet still possessed a pudgy belly, and was gifted with a broad, hefty frame. 

Bianca was drawn to his most striking feature, his eyes. They were as bright blue as robin’s eggs and complimented his handsome face. The princess smiled at him and gave him a small wave. After a moment of hesitation, he waved back stiffly. A smile failed to grace his lips, but Bianca internally swooned as those beautiful blue irises turned her way. She was smitten. 

King Ivan kept talking. “I have high expectations for Prince Ray, and he’s disappointed me countless times, but he’s made progress! I’ll whip him into shape eventually.” He wrapped a thick arm with a black forest of hair around his son’s shoulder. Ray kept a neutral expression, impervious to the degrading comments, but a hardness entered those striking eyes of his. “At least he isn’t as useless as your boy!” Ivan guffawed obnoxiously. 

Ronny frowned at his rudeness, holding his fingers to his chest where Tanya’s comforting form was hidden. A shadow passed over King Richard’s countenance. “You’re not wrong,” he agreed, piercing Ronny with his pale, icy stare. Ronny shuddered, as if he’d fallen into a frozen lake. He grasped Tanya tighter in his hand, but was cognizant not to squeeze her too much. 

“Anyways, I’m sure you’d like to freshen up after your long journey. Come inside, and our servants will pamper you and show you to your rooms,” Hardon offered. 

“What about some FOOD? I’m starving!” King Ivan complained, rubbing his prodigious gut. “I haven’t eaten for at least a couple of hours!” 

“Of course! We’ve been preparing a special meal just for you!” Hardon responded. He motioned to one of his servants, who rushed off to the kitchen to inform the chefs. He guided the prestigious guests to the dining room and settled them in. King Ivan had to smash his belly up against the table to fit, nearly scraping the sturdy wooden structure across the floor. His chair moaned underneath him, the legs struggling not to bend. 

“I know you’ve been wanting to sample the ‘special crop’ of Giganterra,” Hardon remarked, wearing a mischievous leer.  

King Ivan smirked. “You know what a gourmand I am. I’ll try anything, and live prey sounds delicious. You’ve certainly hyped them up enough to whet my appetite.” He slapped his belly as it grumbled eagerly to be filled. 

The two kings continued to chat as the other dinner guests sat in uncomfortable silence. Ronny was tense. He didn’t anticipate they’d be eating so soon, and he didn’t want Tanya to be at the dinner table with him. Her presence was unavoidable, however, as King Richard had informed them beforehand that they’d be eating their personal humans for dinner so their visitors could enjoy the rest of the humans in a feast. Ronny determined in advance that he wouldn’t eat Tanya again, no matter what. 

Bianca, sitting across the table from Prince Ray, kept sending him flirtatious winks and gestures. Ray avoided eye contact, looking around the room awkwardly and pinching at his mustache. She tried to reach his feet under the table with her own, but he shied away from her touch. In a futile effort to ease the discomfort, Ray attempted to make light conversation with Ronny instead. Unfortunately, Ronny was incapable of carrying a civilized conversation and merely grunted stilted responses. Both Ray and Ronny began to sweat. 

While they waited for their food in the dining room, the chefs back in the kitchen scrambled to get dinner out earlier than they had originally planned. Bucky was in a foul temper, screaming until his face turned red and whacking workers who were too slow with a big wooden spoon. The efficient flow of the kitchen had been disrupted with Gore’s conspicuous absence: Cruor was breaking his back to pick up the slack and do the job of two men. 

“Cruor! Hurry up with those humans!” Bucky snapped. “We need to use them all!” Cruor grabbed a handful of humans and plopped them in a big bowl of hearty stew intended for King Ivan. He scooped up the remaining humans—Jackie, Eren, and Iris—into his hand and tossed them into Prince Ray’s stew. 

“You better not cause trouble,” he warned Eren, wagging his finger. “You may’ve gotten away with murder, but if you embarrass King Richard in front of his guests, he might actually kill you. And trust me, you DON’T want to be butchered by that bloodthirsty sadist.” Eren crossed her arms, but her face blanched. She knew she’d only escaped death before because nobody wished to invoke the ire of the king. 

“Are they ready?” Bucky interrupted, stomping over. He glared down at the plates. “Cruor, I said ALL the humans!” 

Cruor surveyed the rows of human terrariums, now devoid of life. He scratched his head, confused. “Huh? This is all the humans.” 

“What about that little doll you’ve got stashed away in that jar?” 

The giant chef jolted. “No, not her! She’s not ready!” Bucky ignored him and prowled over to the cupboard where Addison was hidden. He threw all the miscellaneous junk out of the way and tore the jar from the shelf. He unscrewed the lid and tried to stuff his hand inside, but it was too fat to fit, so he violently overturned the jar and dumped out the contents. Addison yelped as she tumbled into Bucky’s wide palm. 

Cruor winced as he watched Bucky’s big tongue slide up her bare thigh. Bucky licked his lips and cleaned off his saliva with a rag. “Not the best, but she’ll do.” He lumbered back and tossed her into the king’s stew with the others. “Finish prepping the remaining servings and get them out,” he ordered. 

Addison whined in terror as she floundered in the warm, thick, brown liquid, surrounded by chunks of meat and vegetables larger than her. She waded through the muck, climbing over a lump of potato and passing by other scared humans, until she reached the edge of the bowl. She attempted to scale up the slick surface, but the smooth texture did not provide sufficient grip, and she slid back down into the stew. She looked up to see Cruor’s familiar figure towering over her. He had a pained expression on his huge face, the natural wrinkles etched into his skin deepening into darker grooves. 

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re here! Help me!” she cried pitifully. Cruor grimaced. His enormous hand hovered over her, engulfing her in its shadow, and Addison believed herself to be saved. Instead, a single drop of liquid splashed on her head, and the giant hand disappeared from view. “Huh? W-what was that?” Addison whimpered, her insides clenching with dread. She suddenly felt very heavy, as if she would sink into the stew and drown. 

“I’m sorry, Addison,” Cruor lamented. “But we both knew this day would come.” 

“Noooo...” the tiny woman moaned, fixating on Cruor with wide, frightened eyes that were rapidly moistening with tears. “You’re not... going to rescue me?” 

Cruor stared down at her, not saying a word, before turning away. Addison let out a choked sob as one of the servants picked up the bowl and carried it out to the dining room. She slumped against the cold, unforgiving ceramic, wallowing in broth and misery. She had erroneously believed, for once, that somebody cared for her. She should’ve known it was too good to be true, and that she was just a worthless nobody as her mother had reinforced to her for her entire life. She ought to be bitter, but she realized she only had herself to blame, for indulging in a fantasy that she knew was a lie. Reality was more than willing to slap her in the face.  

She was torn out of her thoughts when the bowl clunked onto the giant table. Addison noted a shadow looming over her and looked up to see the rotund mass of a mountainous belly above her head, gurgling audibly with hunger. She craned her neck further back to behold with horror a huge, fat, bearded giant leering down at her, drooling with hunger. The other humans swam to hide in the curve of the bowl, hoping to not be seen or consumed, but there was no escape from the gigantic ravenous maw above. 

“Ohoho! These little morsels do look appetizing!” King Ivan boomed, making all the small humans jump in alarm. After a brief check of his meal from his food tester, he seized his spoon in a monstrous hairy fist and without warning plunged it into the stew, scooping up one of the naked women. She let out a shrill screech as he opened his mouth and shoved her in. Addison shuddered hard as the loud crunch of bones split the air, and blood dribbled down the giant’s lips and black beard. 

“Mmmmm! Such a treat!” the king proclaimed, licking the lurid scarlet off his lips. He washed down the remains with a hearty gulp of mead. 

Hardon frowned. “Ivan, I’d prefer if you didn’t chew them up. Usually we swallow them whole and then let them out after a few hours. The feeling of them squirming inside your stomach is the best part of enjoying live prey, after all.” 

“Let them out? They don’t get digested?” Ivan was baffled as he scratched his beard. He took another bite of stew, oblivious to the screams of the miniature people down below. 

“No. We use magic to keep them alive. They are valuable,” Hardon explained. 

“Valuable?” Ivan scoffed. “Give me a few, and I’d have a breeding factory set up in no time, producing enough to fill this gargantuan gut of mine every day!” He laughed heartily as he slapped his jiggling belly. He captured another human with his spoon and slurped her up with delight. This time, he respected Hardon’s wishes and swirled her around on his tongue, enjoying her flavor, before swallowing her whole. His face lit up with pleasure when he felt the small woman thrash about, as she traveled the long distance through his esophagus before dropping into his capacious stomach. He massaged his belly with a sigh, clearly enjoying himself.  

King Richard was about to inform his fellow king that the humans would not retain their luxurious flavor if contained in a breeding facility, but as he watched Ivan devour his meal, an idea entered his head. “I can see you approve of their flavor,” he mentioned slyly. 

“Oh, absolutely!” Ivan confirmed, gulping down another human with gusto. He hummed with contentment as he rubbed his bulging midsection more, belching obnoxiously. “Ahhh, that hits the spot!” 

Hardon knew well that food was a strong motivator for the giant glutton. “I’m sure I could find a way to sweeten our alliance, perhaps, if you’d like some high-quality human stock as seed for a breeding program. I’m sure you have things of equal value that you could share with us.” His pale eyes gleamed. 

“Mmm, of course, of course,” Ivan confirmed. “Anything you’d like! You know the lengths I’ll go to for quality vittles.” He guffawed, his expression smoothing over with satisfaction as he experienced the novel sensation of tiny people struggling around inside his stomach. “Oh my, that feels so good... mmm, let’s not discuss business at dinner. I want to eat first.” 

“Understandable,” King Richard agreed, taking a sip of his mead. “Enjoy yourself.” 

During their conversation, Addison had splashed and sloshed through the stew desperately to evade the giant spoon chasing her around. She whimpered as she was forced to witness her fellow humans get spooned up and swallowed down, with the knowledge that her time was coming soon. If she strained her ears, she could discern the muffled cries of her compatriots from inside the body of the massive man, intermixed with the rumbling of his digestive tract. The sound was petrifying. 

The stew drained around her as the giant ate, allowing her to wade through the sludge faster. Even so, she didn’t stand a chance. The spoon shot down and swept her off her feet, quick as a flash, raising her high in the air. She squeaked when she lost her balance and fell back into the curved metal bowl of the spoon, helpless to resist as the enormous, slavering mouth opened before her like the gates to hell. The spoon lurched forward towards the foreboding gullet, and the colossal jaws enclosed her in a solid cage of ivory and red flesh. She plopped onto the squishy tongue as the spoon exited the maw. She was swiftly drenched in slobbery filth as she clawed her way towards the front row of teeth, which were firmly sealed shut. The tongue wrestled her into submission, overpowering her feeble struggles. The giant hummed in his throat, vibrating the cavity with deafening bass. Addison hardly had time to process all the overwhelming sensations before she slipped down the slope of the tongue like a waterslide and straight into the gullet. The throat muscles closed around her and suctioned her down into the pit.   

Addison couldn’t even scream as the wind was crushed from her lungs. She descended at an alarming rate, the slick wet tube forcing her deeper into the giant’s noisy body. After an eternity of a claustrophobic nightmare, Addison collapsed into the churning stomach, dimly lit with glowing humans fighting fruitlessly against the current. She gasped for breath, straining for air as a bucketful of stew followed her course through the esophagus and dumped on her head. Even though she knew, logically, that she wouldn’t die, panic seized her and she flailed to find a way out, to no avail. 

She had suffered through many abuses in her life, but being eaten alive was by far the worst. After struggling for a while, pounding on the wrinkled lining, she gave up and allowed herself to be rocked and stirred by the shifting stomach walls. She listened to the whimpers and moans of the other humans, the thundering rumble of the giant’s voice, his resounding heartbeat and the wind current of his lungs. The whole experience was surreal, too horrid to be real or for her mind to grasp.  

Trying to distract herself from her grotesque surroundings, she thought about Cruor. His betrayal was still a fresh wound in her heart, but she understood his position. She could forgive him; she wasn’t worth the sacrifice he would need to give to save her anyways. At least he’d treated her with superficial kindness, before tossing her to the wolves. It was the most she could ask for. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself from weeping, as she was ensconced in the belly of the beast. 

Chapter 37 (coming Monday)

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