#hungry giantess

[giantandgiantessai]

Jake and Emily sat across from each other in their favorite booth, textbooks open but mostly forgotten as they enjoyed their study date at the cozy little restaurant. Plates of food sat between them, half-finished.

She paused, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ugh… I feel so full all of a sudden,” she murmured, placing a hand on her stomach.

Jake glanced up. “Maybe you ate too fast?”

Emily frowned, but before she could respond, a strange pressure built in her belly. She looked down, eyes widening as she saw it slowly expanding beneath her shirt. “Jake… something’s wrong.”

He watched, stunned, as her stomach steadily pushed outward, her shirt tightening over the growing curve.

Emily gasped, pressing her hands to her belly, but it only kept growing. Plates rattled on the table as her size increased, her knees bumping into the underside.

“Emily, you’re—” Jake started, but she shot him a panicked look.

“I know!” she hissed. “I don’t know why this is happening!”

The other diners were starting to notice, whispering and staring as Emily’s belly swelled against the booth, pushing the table forward.

Jake gulped. “Uh… should we leave before you, you know… outgrow the restaurant?”

Emily huffed, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Now.”

She struggled to stand. Her expanding belly made it difficult, forcing Jake to quickly throw some cash on the table before grabbing her hand.

[texasfatteen]

Giantess standing above you hungry;)

[artist-issues]

You know what I would do if I were going to make a Jack & the Beanstalk movie based off this poster?

I’d make Jack a Flik-from-Bug’s-Life type of dreamer who is highly ambitious. Instead of being an inventor like Flik, Jack is just sort of entangled in his own imagination. He’s always coming up with hare-brained schemes to win himself fame and his family glory, and he’s an easy mark for con men because he’s always jumping at the next chance to grow up and away from his little impoverished town.

But I’d make the little giantess around 10 years old. She’s the princess of the giant kingdom, and she's the most important thing in the world to the Queen Giantess. Her name is "Cynnie" which is short for "Cyneburg."

Princess Cynnie wants to explore the world because that's what her father the King Giant does—he's always going out hunting or conquering. But her mother is bound and determined to keep Cynnie at home. She gives her everything she could ever want, lots of toys and distractions, and whenever Cynnie becomes disobedient, throws a tantrum, or tries to run away, the Queen Giant calms her with a special treat: a song from a rare captive human singer. The singer's name is Daina, but the giants keep her locked up to do their bidding and refer to their slave only as "the golden harp."

Jack climbs the beanstalk and discovers the giant kingdom, and wants the gold there to prove what he's found and make his family rich. But he's discovered by Princess Cynnie during a welcome-home banquet for the King Giant. She hides him from her ever-hungry father, and he tries to make friends with her as soon as they're alone.

This sort of backfires, because Princess Cynnie is so excited that there's a way to get down to the human world that she immediately wants to escape with Jack. She's caught but keeps Jack a secret, and out comes the Queen Giant's "golden harp" singer. Jack learns two things. 1) That the song has a weirdly powerful affect on Princess Cynnie, and 2) the golden harp is a very pretty young woman of his own age who is trapped against her will.

Jack befriends the isolated Princess Cynnie to keep himself alive and learn more information about where Daina is kept, but has to tread carefully because the spoiled princess loses her temper often and is only mollified when he lets her treat the much smaller human like a toy.

Jack comes to empathize with Cynnie and trust her enough to bring her in on the plan to free Daina. However, just as she begins seeing him as more than a toy, she also fears losing her one friend and gets jealous of Daina. Meanwhile, Daina explains that her song calms Cynnie because she's an enchantress. The Giant Queen uses her magic singing to keep the child from getting wild ideas and leaving home. Jack has to convince Daina to stop enchanting Cynnie, and use her song to try and trick the Queen instead, even though it jeopardizes her own life.

Something like that. And the idea is, people aren't toys. You can't trick and manipulate and hair-brained-scheme them into behaving how you want them to behave, even if you are bigger and louder and convinced that your way is right.

But they cancelled the movie so we'll never know now

[xjulixred45x]

Hello and may i ask if its okay to request, if so? Can you do ROR x reader?

(Romance or Yandere) Thor x Sif! Reader? Probably in their first meeting (eX. Probably Thor looking for strong opponents among the giants, later meeting Reader) to something platonic or romance.

In Norse mythology, Sif is the wife of the thunder god, Thor. Sif was a giantess, goddess of grain and fertility, and one of the Asynjur.

Reader was strong and smart, But she canshu and gentle but She's not a pushover and she's mostly a pacifist but she has a passive-aggressive or would fight if its necessary or for her safety or survival.

Alright! I Guess i can make a Drabble with this (POST PRODUCTION, i put Sif as a Godess without knowing that Asynjur wasn't really another Word for god (that and in the series the Giants are bascically Monsters so a little creative freedoms). Sorry for that!)

Thor x Sif! Reader: the Thunder and the Earth

It was a long time ago, in Asgard, that a great war occurred. Between the race of gods, giants, and a race known as the Asynjur.

This war divided the three races into different sides, with different ideologies, different lifestyles, different worlds. Only united by their history of hate, war and blood. However, with the growth of the giant hordes, both the gods and the Asynjur could no longer afford to live apart, they had to unite in order to counterattack their common enemy.

To achieve this, the Asynjur sent several of their most important representatives, deities of the functioning of the earth, to generate a diplomatic link with Asgard and the Norse gods. Thus generating, with hope, a new era of peace between both races.

That was the intention, however, due to the intense discrimination by the gods against the Asynjur, considering them “lower gods” they decided on a simpler life, far from the city of Asgard, on the outskirts, far away. from the prying eyes and malicious judgment of the gods.

That was the case of Sif, the giantness of grains, fields and fertility. The giantness was not easy to handle by any means, she had a soft but powerful character, a maternal but strict voice. She was the closest thing all the Asynjur had to a guide. However, she herself decided to isolate herself from everyone, preferring the company of animals, plants and the countryside, over the gods.

Few blamed her, not only for how bad things were getting with the giants, but also for the rise of certain unruly and troublesome deities, such as Loki, god of mischief, and more recently, Thor; the god of thunder. Ugh, how sick Sif was of listening to everyone raving about the god's violent acts, throwing flowers at his battles as if they weren't an unnecessary and arbitrary display of power.

Sif did not hate the gods, not even this god of thunder, but how she hated the vanity of the Norse. Only accepting excessive violence under certain terms. Odin forbid any Asynjur to do the same as Thor, otherwise he would probably suffer the same fate as poor Baldur...

Despite her displeasure, fate had other plans for the Aesir. Plans that would hopefully unify the Asynjur and the gods.

Thor was a warlike god, everyone knew that, always looking for someone to fight with, not just someone to kill, no, someone who would give him a real challenge, a genuinely challenging rival. But unfortunately he couldn't find that, neither in Asgard nor anywhere else.

There were moments where Thor simply wanted to get away from everything, from Asgard, from his father, from the disappointments, from the expectations. So he decided to go to the outskirts of the Norse pantheon, where it all begins. Just clear His mind and be calm.

What he didn't expect to find was someone already there.

Or well, not necessarily in that order. At some point Thor was hungry, so he decided to go after one of the mountain goats that were around. However, as soon as he hit the blow that stopped the animal's heart, that was when he saw her.

Among the trees, collecting fruits, looking at him with a mixture of amazement and rejection, disgusted by what he had done. Thor didn't recognize her, this woman had to be a goddess, he could feel the power within her, but why hadn't he seen her before? Why does she react like this?

She stopped what she was doing and tried to go help the animal, but it was too late, her heart was not beating, her lungs were not breathing. Thor watched as she cradled the dead animal in her arms before giving him a cutting look, giving him a fruit in hks hand after hearing his reason for doing such an act and heading off to an unknown direction in the woods.

And Thor, the god of thunder, followed her as a hunting dog follows its master. He couldn't explain why, but he felt magnetically attracted to this woman, he didn't know how to explain it (plus, a part of him felt guilty for possibly killing her pet, maybe there was a way to make it up to her?).

Sif didn't even know how to feel about it, obviously this selfish god wouldn't mind killing a poor animal even with all the resources of the countryside at his disposal, she understood that, typical unentitled god behavior. What worried her was that this particular god seemed to follow her.

Is it because she don't let him keep his dinner? But at the same time she saw out of the corner of the eye how he ate the fruit that she had put in his hand without saying a word, so he wasn't very hungry. Could he be one of those perverted gods? Mph...she doubted it. If so, he would have already tried something. But then what the hell did he want?

When they arrived at the goddess's house, Thor simply stood at a safe distance, simply watching Sif go about her daily tasks, like a dog waiting for orders. Sif did not understand anything of what was happening, but no matter how much she told the god to leave after burying the goat, he simply continued watching, but from further away.

So, Sif did her normal activities, she took care of the field, she took care of her animals, her plants. All with the god of thunder watching. As the sun was setting, Thor finally said goodbye and left for Asgard. Leaving a very confused Sif.

This ended up becoming a strange routine between the two, whenever Thor grew tired of the world, he would simply go straight to Sif and watch her live her daily life, helping occasionally, but keeping his distance for the Asynjur's comfort.

As much as the giantness tried to keep her barriers up, they eventually melted, either through the god's genuine acts of service, or when he actually listened when she talked about things from her life so far. Either by bringing something small that she said she liked (like a flower bud or strangely shaped rocks) and, whether she wanted to or not, she ended up getting used to the presence of the stoic god.

However, marriage was not in her plans, not at that time, even if it was. Until there was a particular moment between them.

Sif and Thor were chatting about their differences, Thor still not understanding many things. Questioning Sif as he lay on her lap, not knowing what to think.

- “If you are strong and you don't like the way your race is treated, why don't you demand respect through your power?” - Thor said, with thunder wanting to come out of his throat. However, Sif only laughed softly.

- “I think that, if you need to use violence to be treated as you should or to assert authority, then you are no better than those who caused the problem to begin with” - Sif exclaimed, gently.

-“I see it like when I do the harvest, I will not always need to cut down hard or plow the land with my strengh”- the Asynjur looked towards her fields, now covered with gray clouds (probably due to the influence of Thor) -“sometimes All it takes is a gentle drizzle. And everything becomes easier”-

Looking towards the horizon, with the rain starting to fall and the lightning starting to shine. Thor no longer only saw this woman as an Asynjur, but as his wife, the only one who genuinely gave him something that challenged him, the woman he could go to when others were too much, his woman.

And Sif no longer just saw a loud and violent god, she saw her husband, the only man she needed during her brightest and darkest moments, the one who would be her shield for the rest of their lives, her man.

God and Asynjur. Thunder and Earth.

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[bunji-enthusiast]

Can I request Tristan Liones and Lancelot with a fem reader who’s a giant and a huge foodie?

Absolutely! 👍🏻

Tristan Liones

This nephilim gets along with you very easily, as he does get along with most of his female friends better then people of the same gender as him. Though he finds it very cool you happen to be a giant, as you remind him of his aunt Diane. Tristan praises you very highly when he does speak with her, Diane is very amazed but also relieved to see that other races can still get along with Giants despite what happened in the past.

Tristan highly indulges in your habits as a foodie, and always suggests various restaurants and places he comes across as he thinks the food at each of these places are absolutely amazing. Though he always takes into consideration of that fact that you are a giantess, and tries to recommend such places he is completely sure of the fact they are friendly to giants.

He personally thinks that being a foodie is a completely normal thing, and does often join you on your food adventures. Tristan is always up for trying new things, virtually not a lot of things scare him, so he joins you every time when he can.

Sometimes he ends up riding on your shoulder, flying is fun for him too, but he likes riding on your shoulder so he can converse with you. Tristan can never hear the end of the latest food fads, he knows the latest information and about food itself all because of you, he thinks it pretty useful though for certain situations.

You and Tristan on certain days take time to yourselves to go out and enjoy yourselves, the very first place you go to though? The forests for hunting, you may be a foodie but you also enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, it is a reward. Tristan will never understand, but he likes to make it fun by racing you for how many animals you can hunt down.

Most likely you finish your; breakfast, lunch and dinner way before he does, you simply love it too much not to wait. You are patient however, waiting for him to be done so you can move on to the next thing in your day.

Though despite eating food as a hobby, you always saved the food you liked best for Tristan so you could offer him some to try. You always get a beaming grin and a thumbs-up in the end, you can't tell if it's just him being nice though.

Lancelot

It was in meeting you to be one of the unexpected things in his life so far, but he got used to you pretty quickly. Lancelot thought your hobby for food was very endearing, so he ends up taking a lot of your suggestions about restaurants and other recipes to heart, he always remembers them.

Somehow it becomes like clockwork, he actually somehow always has a snack for you if you mention that you are hungry (his ass does NOT do that for anyone else).

Despite your being as a giantess, it doesn't really bother Lancelot that you are. He thinks of you the same and normal he would anyone else, Lancelot knows full well how it feels. So he never brought it into question, just treating you the same.

Lancelot makes it a challenge always to race you for how many ingredients of live animals that you can gather whenever you come across a densely populated forest, you two always do this and it's become a thing of habit. Or more so something just for the two of you to do, a comfortable routine of familiarity.

Even if he doesn't express it, he thinks its really cool that you are a giant. Lancelot is envious that you can get somewhere quicker then he does in just a few steps, and even asks to ride on your shoulder from time to time. Albeit subtly however.

[giantandgiantessai]

It started small—a craving here, an extra meal there. But soon, no amount of food was enough. She devoured loaves of bread in one bite, finished barrels of stew in minutes, and still, her belly grew.

At first, she tried to resist. “This isn’t normal,” she told herself, pressing a hand to her stomach as it stretched rounder each day. But the hunger was stronger than her will.

She hunted more, gathered more, feasted longer. Villagers began leaving food at the edge of the forest, hoping to keep her satisfied. But Emma knew—this was not a hunger that could be tamed.

[lesbianoms]

Your post about the g/t scenario is making me think of being chased through a forest by a very hungry giantess, and then, finally being captured by her and cooed at for being so adorable.

Of course, she's not going to let you go, but she's also not going to hurt you, either... So, with a languid gulp, you're sent down to her core, which is quite possible the warmest, most tender place you could be. She's just gonna keep you in her stomach for a while, moaning softly as her tiny meal squirms and hits all the right spots along her stomach walls. You can squirm harder if you'd like... But really, it's just making the gorgeous giantess moan louder, and it's just making her tummy slosh and gurgle a little.

hnnnng being chased and eaten by giant women while being lovingly teased>

Aaaahh I wanna be hunted down like the little nervous prey I am and subjected to a wet descent down into gurgly heaven~

This scenario is always so good. Just how casually I’m discarded as a person, but I’m still loved and cared for… that balance of love and lustful hunger in a pred is a trope that never gets old!!

I love it when giant women play with me and call me cute as I squirm around “desperately” inside their cavernous bellies… as the stomach juices bathe me in sticky warmth… rousing up the most monstrous and deep noises from inside of her sweltering gut 💕

Hearing her load moans as I flutter about in her belly… slowlyy coming to terms with the fact that there’s no escape for me until she says so 🤤

[unicyclehippo]

New Year's prompt: glitter!

eat and be eaten is the way of the world. laudna knows that better than most. there is nothing that escapes it; if there is something that she believes in, it is that.

every person, every creature, good and bad, is meat sinew blood bone. death will lick her way into sweet marrow and she, giantess, will grind bone to bonemeal, to dust, to the finest vanishing filaments in the blowing wind. she will do that for everyone—pauper and puppet and queen. she kills moles in their molehills and boulders dreams of mountaindom. drags her pale hands through the farmlands and rots seeds in their bed, then farmers, then towns. she drapes a dark cloak across all faces, her shroud, takes their breath and leaves only memory behind, that small and tarnished token. hers is the dominion of death everlasting and it is steady and voracious in its generosity.

when the last of the aliens have landed in the desert, the bridge brightens to a burning red. it pierces into the rubble moon until it finds glass, crystal, that throws the red in a hundred thousand beams, each line a knife to the net, the cage.

glass melts, rock melts. the prison door cracks—and death sighs. she is free. she unhinges her jaw and opens wide her hands and reaches for the gods. it is the easiest thing to pass through the weave; she grabs the magic by the fistful and gorges herself on it, finally, licks every shred of magic from the chains and swallows it down link after link and when she is done with it she takes the first domain, the closest, and sinks her teeth into it rotsoft and sweet, an overripe plum, the frantic beating of a heart. it bursts in her mouth. holy! red! she drinks it down, licks her lips clean, licks her hands, until there is no trace left of the paltry god and its domain its stagnant cup. she is so hungry still. she reaches for the next.

far below, light spills like blood across the sky of exandria. divinity flares, fights, dies and is devoured; it glitters as it goes, explosions like all the rest of the far and distant stars, dead and dying.

the feast—the sky full of fire—lasts a year. there are no gods remaining when it is done; death has eaten them all, and herself too, in a great slow writhe, a snake and its tail, death and its endless end.

//

bells hells waits a year. stationed at the edge of the world, a red column of light drifting up into the distance of the astral sea. there is no ruidus anymore. only a line of red dust and rock smeared across the sky.

laudna has taken to travelling between the towers. there are twenty-five of them, so far, in groups of two or three. each new cluster rises up a little further from the bridge as the builders grow more daring, more hopeful. the red-stone roads creep between each settlement like a network of roots or splintering canyons. a reminder of ruidus, she thinks.

there is something to it that makes her heart ache—their world and city had been so full of dreams of exandria and, now that they were here, it was dreams of ruidus that guided their hands.

‘copper for your thoughts?’ miraani asks, sharp teeth grinding over the words.

laudna is resting, which is still strange to her. the sun is high and blisteringly hot and her caravan has stopped at one of the nexus; everywhere where the splintering roads met, the builders had fashioned great domes. way points of water and shade in the desert, wind tunnels whistling as the heat is dragged up and out, flags and awnings stirring in a lazy breeze. she is searching the interior—carved and painted with directions (and some amusing graffiti) for the way to the seventeenth cluster. stood in the archway, laudna eyes the next waypoint—a little lump in the distance—and the cluster beyond it. the twenty-sixth tower nearly complete.

‘do you miss kreveris, miraani?’

they step up beside her. tall, the sloping crest of their head nearly brushing the seven-foot curve of the arch. for a time, they are silent.

‘it was a place of great misery for many.’ miraani touched two fingers to the spot at the base of their neck where the flesh was warped, lumpy with a long-healed scar. a pink membrane closed over their black eyes—a sign, laudna had come to learn, of discomfort. emotional or physical. no one liked getting sand in their eyes. ‘we were corralled and leashed, our will lashed to that of the weave mind. there was never enough and it spurred cruelty in all. our city was a hollow thing built in honour of your world.’ miraani tilted their head upwards. beneath the membrane, their eyes swivelled. searching for that red trail across the sky. ‘and even so… yes, my guide. my mind overflows with thoughts of it.’

‘i am sorry. that we could not save it.’

miraani shook her head. ‘you saved us. and soon, i will be your guide through new kreveris.’

‘is that what has been settled on?’

‘i do not know what the Chorus intends but yes, many among us are calling it this.’

laudna nods. rubs at the line of her sternum. ‘i look forward to seeing it,’ she murmurs.

miraani waits. when laudna says nothing else, they clear their throat. ‘if we leave now, my guide, we will make it to the cluster before night.’

‘what? oh, yes. yes, of course.’

the caravan is ready to move, wuukor watered and drivers back from a road-rough lunch and stretching their legs. miraani swings up into the first caravan and pulls laudna up with them; together, they lead the six-cart caravan forward into the desert.

‘why are you thinking of kreveris?’ miraani asks later, voice lifting over the creak of wood and leather, the clatter of hooves and wheels on the road.

laudna shakes her head. ‘i was not. i was thinking of…death, i suppose. and what it leaves behind.‘

‘bodies,’ miraani nods.

it is not what laudna had in mind but she nods. thinks of her own body. creaking joints. scars. hollow burned out rooms in her mind that she cannot tread, cannot recall what they once held.

there was once a city on the moon; now, pieces of a city and pieces of a moon. it will take decades to rebuild and the work is at hand but it is painful and slow and sand fills every pair of boots she has.

there was once a woman in her mind; now, no woman and, it feels, only pieces of a mind. it is frightening and terribly lonely to hear only herself; it is more frightening, when she hears her thoughts echo, that old remembered whisper a sigh through the corridors of her mind. but the emptiness, the splintered roads and canyons, make it so very easy to tell when the red weight of a beloved mind brushes into hers and sinks deep.

hello, my love, laudna sings, and hears the redoubled echo. my love, my love, my love.

they are in range of the cluster and laudna lifts her eyes to the glinting cap of the twenty-sixth tower. it takes a moment, and a teasing brush of a mind to coax her close, but finally she spots a figure floating near the peak. massive bricks of stone rising effortlessly into place around her as teams of builders set them into beds of beam and mortar.

you are incandescent, my love, laudna whispers to her.

you are still too far away, imogen says. her mind bristles—irritation and exhaustion and that needling anxiety. you’re not allowed to sweet talk me until i can kiss you about it.

then come and kiss me, laudna tells her simply. her love, her wife, her life wavers in the air. the blocks shiver and, one by one, lower to the ground. then like a comet, imogen burns across the sky, closing the distance until she is here. with laudna once more. she hovers by the side of the caravan. it has been a year since she had to touch the ground and she rarely does; her eyes crackle with lightning, forks of red and purple leaping from her hands, her feet, the frizzing ends of her hair. she is the most beautiful creature laudna has ever seen.

she is frowning.

‘you’re two days late.’

‘hello,’ laudna says, pointedly. ‘there was a sandstorm.’

imogen scowls—up at the sky, as if in reprimand for keeping them apart—and then darts forward. ducks her head beneath the top of the caravan to alight within. purple lights flare and fill the space; purple paints the distance between them, and laudna’s hands and skin and when imogen kisses her, she closes her eyes and sees no black, no green, only purple.

[titanicul200]

[M4A]Gluttony's curse..or a blessing?

18+

You have been part of a scientific expedition which has brought to light a beautiful golden statue out of the Amazon rainforest. Right before claiming it, you could read right at entrance that whoever shall set foot in there first shall bring humanity a curse that will end it all. As the scientist that you are, you didn't pay any heed to it and went ahead. Once you have returned from the expedition, you would find yourself exhausted, naturally so after a track through Amazonian rainforest, therefore you would take off some time for yourself. Once home, you would find yourself with a very increased appetite, feeling as if you would really need a good meal for yourself. Nothing would seem unusual for you and write it off as simple effects of the grueling expedition.

What you didn't know was that this was the curse starting its curse: gluttony. You would find yourself increasingly hungry and in your naivity you would only fuel it and allow it to take root, reshaping your life and starting to become bound to it. Your appetite will grow and so will you. The meals will grow much more.. and so will you. In time the calories will take their tool and your lifestyle will change. You would become so much more focused on your needs.. and primary:to eat well and feel good. Therefore you will bring the curse to fruition. Or is it a blessing when you get to grow into a sexy curvy giantess?~

Kinks: weight gain,ass expansion,breast expansion, clothes ripping, teasing, height growth and gts with giantess, burping, mild domination and some more.

I don't: immobile, futa,gore,furry, iq reduction,cruelty, toilet stuff, breeding and pregnancy.

[wumbowitch]

If I’m being honest just imaging you as a hungry giantess rampaging through city eating everyone, trying to expand your colossal belly is so hot

I'll take volunteers... 😼

[texasfatteen]

You as a hungry giantess? Are there even enough people in one city to satusfy YOUR hunger?🥲😂

Probably not! I'm always hungry and wanting to be fed

[wolven91]

The Predator Café - Chapter 5

The giantess's eyes blinked a couple of times as she seemed to consider how to reply to his question. Pip pulled the t-shirt she had lent him around himself as he sat down, still mere inches away from the tip of her nose.

"Well... where I'm from; it's not unusual for folk to eat a mixture of both meat and vegetables. If ya' don't supplement whatever nutrition one of them gives you ,with something from the other side, we can actually get sick eventually..."

It was as if a mountain had stated it could be toppled by something as small as a stream, the idea that anything could affect his goddess was a concept that he struggled to accept. He still listened, he had to know the important aspects about her if he was to host her at some point; he'd need to know these things.

He lost concentration for a moment at the idea of having her over. First an image of her sat on his dorm room bed, she was his height and alone with him, before the image corrected and he addressed the idea she'd have to eat from the window if she was to come over.

"-so, they probably came about because of this food scarcity, ya' know? Eat what ya' can, when ya' can." He turned back in at the end of an explanation, but he got the gist of what she was saying.

There were stories of how inhospitable their home world used to be. Apparently, people his size, prey or predator, would have had to have a human escort at all times. Whilst they had tamed their world completely, they kept feral predators as pets and couldn't promise that these pets wouldn't brutally murder visitors to the little blue green marble. Still, that wasn’t a problem anymore, not with Sol-3 being a collection of cold, dead rocks now.

Pip's stomach took this moment to remind the both of them that it hadn't had anything to eat in several hours and all the excitement had rendered him quite hungry. He'd come to the premature conclusion that she wouldn't be able to feed him, but with the revelation that the Humans were even weirder than initially thought; his body didn't want to delay any further. Pip died slightly inside as it spoke up to completely interrupt Natasha mid-sentence.

She abruptly stopped, freezing in place, as her eyes darted to his belly and back up to his face before breaking out into playful, spontaneous laughter.

Pip couldn't help but join her. Her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Morning bird song would never gold a candle to it nor would the grandest of symphonies match the butterflies it caused to flutter deep within him.

Pip swore he'd do anything he could to hear it again, but right now, perhaps addressing his rather rude stomach would be for the best.

"Wait right there sugar, I'll get ya' somethin' right away. Ma and Pa would kill me if they thought I was starvin' ya'."

Her massive bulk rolled abruptly away from him, her tree trunk legs twisting to catch her. She walked away into another room of her home that he hadn't seen yet. He heard her call back from, what he assumed, would be a kitchen.

"Anything ya' need? I got a bit of everything, just nothing too fancy.."

He replied with; "Any fruit would be nice please? Ah, thank you!"

A moment ticked by.

"Hun'?" She asked peeking her head around the door again.

"Sorry, I said any fruit would be lovely thank you?"

"Oh okay, I just didn't hear ya' love." And she disappeared again, leaving him alone on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes again as he tried to process how quickly his life had gone completely off the rails. 

So much for being a respectable Prey.

Glancing around himself now that he had a moment, he looked at the strange plush again. Gathering up his 'toga' around himself he made the hike to the pillows. In all honesty, it wasn't that far to go, it just wasn't an easy amble as the floor moved and dipped with every step.

The plushie was almost a match for his exact height and seemed to resemble a known space faring species, long ears, buck teeth and a comically rotund belly. Pushing a finger into said stomach deformed it readily.

He didn't know how to respond to finding a life-sized stuffed doll of a Prey on her bed. No judgments of course, she was perfect in every way, why would he judge her for whatever made her happy?

But what if that was it? Was it decorative? Was she just talking to him because he was the next best thing? Did she even like him? Was this real?

His mind left to its own devices without a significant source to his happiness, left him doubting everything positive that had happened to him in the last twelve hours. It was an awful trait of his, but without his goddess being present, all the dark and moody thoughts crept back in to threaten the positive ones that she had brought to him.

Pip tried to go through some breathing exercises like he'd been told to do when he began to spiral. His mental health had become such a fragile thing of late.

"Here we go darlin'! Oh, where'd ya' go?" She asked as she strolled into the room holding a bowl alongside a set of clear packages on the other hand.

Putting two fingers in his mouth, he blew hard, releasing a clear whistle that brought those eyes back to him instantly. A relieved and warm smile broke out.

"I think it's time I put a bell around ya' neck or something. I'm terrified imma' step on you or somethin'." 

'I'd willingly let you put the collar on, if it would make you happy.' Pip thought silently to himself.

She placed the bowl next to him, near the pillows and laid back down on the bed on her front. 

She placed the two other packages down next to her.

The bowl contained a pile of red pitted fruit that Pip had never seen before. They had been cut up and on review were dry on the outside with a juicy inside that left red stains along the sides of the white porcelain. Her food however, gave Pip pause.

One packet seemed to be individual lumps of a white solidified paste with green or red herbs sprinkled on top, while the other was evidently something made of meat. Multiple overlapping circles of thinly sliced blotchy red meat.

"Ah, ya seen it. Well, here's my question, if ya' don't mind answering it. Can you handle me eating meat in front of ya'? If ya' can't, I don't mind none, but I need to know now before I end up upsetting ya' in future."

She extended a finger and using a knuckle brought his head up to meet her eyes.

"I need honesty, now hun'."

Pip blinked and swallowed past the digit holding his head up. She was trying to think about him, she was concerned and conscious about how her own eating habits might affect him. Nobody had worried about that in the past; he'd been present to gangs of predators tearing into what was obviously once a living breathing creature whilst he'd been sat there with neither a care nor a glance at him or his feelings.

He felt…

He felt seen by her, like she wasn't just pretending, like he was just as tall as everyone else in the world when he was under her gaze.

"It's okay, I trust you." He whispered.

In hindsight he wondered if she'd even heard him, but she nodded and her knuckle released his chin, but her fingers gently stroked his cheek before they retreated and she grabbed the edge of the plastic wrapping. With a violent jerk and a tearing noise, a spicy rich smell emanated from the meat.

He had no desire to try it, the thought made his stomach roll like normal, but it didn't smell bad. The 'white-lump' package was opened next. Pip, not wanting to be left behind, reached into his bowl and retrieved a large chunk.

He wasn't sure just how hungry Natasha thought he was, but the small pile of diced fruit was almost as large as he was. If he were to eat all of this, he would technically be more fruit than Chintian.

'Maybe she's fattening me up...' he mused as he tentatively took a bite of a reasonably sized piece. It was sweet, incredibly sweet. His cheeks hurt from how sweet it was, but this of course, did not stop him from taking a second bite.

"What is this?" Pip asked between mouthfuls, mentally noting that he probably needed to wipe his mouth.

Natasha paused in her actions as she was about to drop a lump-wrapped-in-meat package into her maw.

"Strawberrys! My family grabbed a whole bunch of seed packets during the evacuation. They send me care packages every now an’ then." She explained before popping the red parcel into her mouth and began to chew it.

“Them there is prob’ the most valuable thing’ I got here.” She admitted with a shrug.

Pip couldn't help but stare. He was confused how they would develop to handle everything. Was there anything they couldn't eat? How were their teeth set out? It was like finding out that gravity was optional. 

He had so many questions.

“What have you got?”

“Pepperoni and cheese, or close ‘nuff”

There was a lull in the conversation as Pip watched her.

She was staring at him too as she slowly peeled slices free from one package before picking up a white lump and rolling it up in the meat with a practised dexterity.

"You're staring hun'..."

"So are you." He replied, immediately pausing to apologise for his curt response, but she giggled with her mouth full.

"Mm, I think, mm.. just a sec'."

A swallow.

"I think we need to get our curiosity out the way, what do ya' say?"

Pip paused as he finished his own mouthful.

"And how do we do that?"

She held up a finger to emphasise her idea, it was stained orange with grease. He watched her lick it clean before she continued. 

"We take it in turns to ask questions. One at a time, no judgments and full honesty. Thoughts?"

A chance to ask any question he wanted? What would she want to know? What if it was embarrassing? What if she didn't like his answer?

'Lie' a oily dark corner of his mind suggested.

Pip couldn't do that to her, not just morally, but he honestly felt like he would wither away under her gaze if he deliberately misled her.

"No judgement?" He enquired.

She blinked slowly as her head tilted to the side with a smile and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed; 

"No judgment. Honestly babe, I don't think there's anythin' ya' could say that would shock me."

"Okay, full disclosure." Pip agreed, oddly feeling like he'd just signed a dubious contract.

"Full disclosure then, do you wanna' go first?"

"Er, no. L-ladies first, please."

"Ever the gentleman, ya' lil' cutie. Okay, this one's been burnin' at me since I learnt about it. How come ya' all call yourselves 'Prey'?"

Not how he thought the questions would begin, he wasn't even sure if he was understanding her question right, so he started to explain slowly.

"Well, it's because we're not Predators? I mean, aside from Humans being weird and all that, if you're Prey, you're a Prey, if you're not, you're a Predator?"

"No! I meant, like, is that not a negative thing? Why would ya'll put ya' selves down like that?"

It took a moment for Pip's mind to jump from one train of thought to another.

"Oh! Oooh! I see what you mean! Oh, this is good that you asked, you'd look a bit odd if this came out in conversation." Pip stepped around the bowl as he began to explain, using his arms to emphasise his points. His nervousness and subconscious desire to keep the bowl between himself and Natasha was forgotten at this moment.

"So that way of thinking is considered archaic nowadays. Way back when it did have those connotations there were plenty of Predators who used it as a term of insult or to put people 'in their place'." He said, creating air quotes with his fingers before continuing.

"After the war it was re-examined and it gained a new meaning. Rather than referring to something weak, it was used as a symbol of pride; a mark of resistance and resilience and coming together. The Predators had this too, but in a different manner, they weren't to be referred to as if they were feral drooling monsters, but proud and brave creatures that could use their strength to protect those who couldn't."

Pip shrugged and made a face as he conceded; "Sure, there are those who still use the words with the old inflections and meanings behind it, but they're an old and dying breed. Racists like that always die out eventually, it's just a shame they make so much noise before they go extinct."

He didn't want to talk about the rumours and the missing folk, not yet. He wanted to impress the Human with their respectful ways for each other, not the criminal element.

"Okay, your turn." She pointed out whilst putting another lump of food into her mouth before resting her chin on her hands, staring at him. Pip felt it should be more off putting to be stared at in that way, but he just didn't feel as scared as before.

"Okay, my question, err... why the Café? You could walk into any job within reason just for the sake of being Human, take into account how you seem sharp to me, I bet there's not much you couldn't do?"

She 'hummed' and thought for a moment.

"So, I didn't know where I wanted to go or even what I wanted to do. If I’d stayed at the station; then chances are I would have ended up as a 'Robot Wellness Monitor' in one of those god-awful warehouses." Her nose crinkled at the thought, Pip assumed it wasn't a pleasant role.

"But then we weren't stuck there. The TGC just up and let us travel an’ we suddenly could go anywhere we wanted and not only just survive but thrive on alien worlds far beyond what we ever dreamed."

She had slowly drifted away to look off into the distance at this point, but her eyes came back to Pip.

"I let fate decide where I was to go." She said mysteriously, 'which fits her to a 'T'' he smirked to himself.

"I got on the first transport I could after securing this place. It only took a week of travel, I honestly thought it would take far longer so I could get to know folk and develop an idea of what I wanted to do. But I ended up sat here with some coupons that ya' government gave me to tide me over and a complete and overwhelming sense of being hopelessly lost.”

Pip tilted his head up at her; 

“Lost?”

“I was so desperate to get away I hadn't really thought about what I'd do. I didn't realise how easy it was to get a job out here was though, ya' government even offered to put me in a couple of glorified mascot suits. Eventually I just went for a walk to get some air when I saw the Café."

She laid her head on the bed on top of her hand, now she looked at him from below, he remained still as he patiently waited for her to continue.

“I thought it would be perfect to meet plenty of new people; I could get to know the staff, maybe make some friends. Turns out the first customer I got to stay and order was the best I could have hoped for. I kinda' hope he wants to be friends with me. I'd like that; it's lonely out in the stars.” She said as some of her hair fell over her face, a smile lop sided smile had grown on side of her lips..

“I think if they were smart, they'd want to be friends with you too Natasha.” Pip said at barely above a whisper.

“Your turn hun'.” Her smirk developed into a full smile. Was her face going red?

“Did you not get any friends out of the staff? I thought the Predators all stuck together?”

She gave a half-hearted smile; 

“They were nice, don't get me wrong, but they were so intense all the time. It's like they just didn't take a breath, ya' know? I doubt any of 'em would be chill to get a beer with.”

Now it was Pip's turn to smile ruefully; “Yeah, that's what a lot of Prey 'folk' say about them. It puts us all on edge. It's like you're expecting them to snap?”

A broad grin from her again; 

“I know, right!? Well, I think I want to know a bit more about you Pip.”

He swallowed as he sat down crossed legged and steeled his nerve. 

“I'm yours to discover. What would you like to know?”

“Hey that's a question!” she teased, breaking Pip's serious expression.

“Okay, so, I know what ya' look like, but I have no idea; what are ya' Pip?”

“I'm a mammal.” He offered uselessly.

She fixed him with a penetrating stare through her eyebrows.

“Okay, okay! I'm a Chintian male. I'm 20 and I'm currently trying to get through college to get a glorified engineering degree. My kind hail from a savanna-like planet called 'Cinroul'.” Pip counted his points off his fingers as if checking bullet points off a list.

”We are an extremely social species, being on our own is very unhealthy for us. Our families are typically numerous, my own currently sits at around 150 cousins or nephews at last count. I can confirm; It is pure hell when we meet for a family gathering, especially for whatever poor unsuspecting town we settle on to descend upon!” He joked.

“Honestly, what you see is what you get. I can't talk for the rest of my kind, but what am I in particular? I'm... I wasn't in the best of places the night I met you, but now? What I am is grateful you wanted to talk to me and that you let me stay over.” He finished deliberately meeting her eye. He hoped he would impress upon her the depth of his meaning.

“I'm not sure how to word my next question... How- Are Humans Predators?”

“Ooh, a good one. Yes, but also no.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Oh shush, I'm trying to figure out how to explain it to ya'.”

Pip licked some of the strawberry's residue off his fingertips, wholly dyed red.

“Okay, so we started as 'prey' to a degree. But we figured out how to hunt in our own way? We have characteristics of both groups. Even as kids, we play 'hide and seek', you could interpret that as children acting as both prey and predator in practice. If we see a shadow overhead, we'll look up to see what it is, is that us checking for danger? Do Predators do that?”

Pip didn't answer but conceded the point to her, it was odd for these traits to exist within someone who just 'looked' like a Predator.

“I don't get it though, your eyes are forward facing? Even without seeing your teeth, that's a pure sign of being a hunter!”

She shrugged into the bed; “I don't know what to tell ya' hun'. You'd need to talk to a biologist or somethin'. And my teeth ain't nothin' like the proper Preds. My back ones are flat.. ish.. they're for plants and all that.”

He didn't know that, he hadn't the opportunity to count her teeth yet and whilst he trusted her at this point, he still didn't feel the need to ask to see them.

“Can I touch you?” She asked quietly. 

Pip looked up as his train of thought derailed completely.

“I.. er.. you've already touched me?”

“I meant, I want to feel ya' fur, I've picked ya' up when I've needed to because ya' said I could and I had to, to fix ya' issues at those times. I want to know what ya' feel like without me holding ya' or nothin'.”

He hesitated. Impossibly, he hesitated despite this being a lingering fantasy at the back of his mind.

“Okay.”

Her arm extended from her side and her hand approached from above. Her index finger was lower than the rest as she brought her whole hand down towards him. He tensed as he felt her get close, before a soft, warm pressure touched the top of his head. It trailed down the back of his skull, past his neck and down his back. It pushed the t-shirt downwards without effort as she traced his whole spine before stopping just before his tail.

His whole body shivered.

“Can I touch your tail too?”

He felt bold, bringing the sensitive appendage round into his hands; 

“That's a second question... “

Her hand dropped onto the bed behind him. She wasn't touching him, but she was surrounding him none the less.

“Go on then hun', make it a good one.”

“W-why do you like me, Natasha? I'm glad you do, but.. we're.. we're very different. You could be friends with anyone, you know?”

He worried himself with his tail, avoiding looking at her.

“Because ya' were honest, Pip. Intentional or not, ya' can't hide what ya' feeling, I can see what ya' emotions are from just lookin' at ya' ears, ya' tail or how you scratch at ya' neck or arms.”

She sighed through her nose before continuing.

“Back home, I didn't have a great taste in guys, I trusted 'em, when I should have run. Then here's a guy who's as transparent as they come, but he's genuine. He's not human, but what does that matter? I've only known ya' a blink, but I honestly think I can trust ya' Pip. I want to trust ya'.”

“You can Natasha, I want you to know; there's not a lot I can do, but you can rely on me. I promise you...”

“I believe you honey. So why do you like me then?”

Pip smiled as he met her gaze this time.

“You treated me like I was the same as you. Like I was a Human or a Predator or-or-or someone tall.” His words failed him briefly before he picked his thought back up.

”I wasn't... I wasn't 'me' when you looked at me. I suddenly existed, Natasha, because you could see me. My life is one of being unseen by most people because that's the way of things. I don't know anyone else who makes me feel like I matter like you do when you look at me. It's not just an acknowledgement that I'm there, it's like you breathed life into my life again.”

He couldn't stop the words once they started to flow. He thought back to the grey world of his life without her. He had to express what she meant to him, honestly and completely exposed to her.

“When you're in the room, you're the whole world. I-I don't know how else to explain it.”

She was silent for a moment and a second one too. Her hand came round and gentle fingers worked their way under his arm, running down his forearm and wrist to grasp his tiny hand in her massive hand.

“Please understand; that ya' perfect Pip. Don't ever wish to be different, ya' as perfect as they come honey. I didn't know that you felt that way about ya' self babe and it's not healthy.”

“I know... but that's not.. it's not something you need to worry about. I'll be fine.”

“Friends worry about friends Pip; I'm not going to let ya' work through this on ya' own.”

He couldn't say anything, he felt a lump in the back of his throat and all she did was lay there rubbing her great fingers back and forth across his arm.

She didn't rush him or judge or make light of his struggling to get himself back together.

He didn't know how long they were there like that until he felt like he could survive meeting her gaze again. But she was still there, eyes filled with naught but care and support.

He gave a smile of his own that reached his eyes.

“I think we need to think about getting some sleep hun'. It's been a long night and while it may technically be 'morning', I think it would be better if we just lay here for a bit.” She suggested as she stopped rubbing his arm, but kept her hand directly next to him.

He lowered his arm on top of her hand as he nodded; 

“I think that would be a good idea. I kind of need noise though, do you have a television we can put on quiet?” He asked hopefully, it was one of the few ways that put him to sleep without fail.

“Of course, let me just clear this stuff.” She collected the remnants of the food packages and bowl placing on her desk before turning on the screen that was attached to the wall above the desk and flicking through the channels.

“-Now with additional benefits!”

“-ain't big enough for the two-”

“-napping of an unidentified male-”

“I aim to misbehave...”

“Oh, this one is a fine show to fall asleep to.” Natasha stated putting the remote down on the bed and clambering back onto it with Pip.

He settled himself leaning against her pillow at the top of the bed with Natasha resting her head on the pillow proper. She had removed the plushie, she had said it was a 'rabbit' that was a gift she had kept since childhood and never really wanted to be rid of it. Pip thought of the coincidence of its appearance, but didn't dwell on it.

It didn't take long before Natasha's breathing became deep and even, this gave Pip a rhythm to listen to, which slowly lulled him to sleep.

His slumber wasn't uneventful however; his dreams were ones of running, of trying to keep up with Natasha as she walked away from him along the surface of his home planet. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't keep up with the colossus.

He woke with a jolt as a hand landed on top of him snapping him out of his distressing dream. He had slipped down from the pillow so he was flat against the mattress now. Looking to his left he saw Natasha was still sound asleep but her hand had landed on him and had gripped slightly. He placed his hands underneath himself and attempted to extract himself from her grip.

This caused an immediate response as she gripped tighter before rolling towards him. It was quite intimidating watching a wall of giant fall towards him, but she stopped and merely pulled him towards herself in her sleep.

===

Natasha rested soundly as she held her favoured 'rabbit' to herself like she did most nights.

[thealmightyemprex]

Atlanta is a Zonian ,a race of 20ft Giantesses who live on Polita.Zonians all identify as women (though can change sex in order to breed during mating seasons ).Zonians romance in groups of four called Quads.Zonians are actually the primary predator of the war like Marzian's,there is nothing Marzian's fear more then a hungry Zonian huntress .Zonians are the largest species with a representative in the United Guild of Planets

Atlanta is a friend to Cyrus and crew...And Lorelei has a massive crush on her and wouldn't mind being the Giantesses meal

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

[somethingclevermahogony]

Askbox Suggestion Tag

Rules: send me a prompt for any characters featured on this blog, and I’ll write a short snippet for you

Thank you @illarian-rambling and @mk-writes-stuff!

Send whatever sort of prompt you want!

These are some characters from Testaments of the Green Sea. If there are other characters that you want to ask about, go ahead!

Narul is a big hunk of a man, a big big big hunk. Nine feet tall and who knows who many feet wide. Narul is a spiritblood, a demigod. Though he is supernaturally big and strong and has an immortal lifespan, his upbringing has not done wonders for his self-esteem. He once the slave of King Hutbari. He is the definition of a gentle giant; soft spoken, shy, and happy to follow. Picture Gilgamesh or Herakles with severe social anxiety and a love of flowers. He's bi, not that it really matters he's terrified of just about any sort of intimacy. He acts as Ninma's adoptive father. (A bit of a longer intro here)

Ninma is the polar opposite of Narul. The youngest of the many children of King Hutbari, Ninma is unusually short for her age (5). Despite this she is hot-headed and opinionated. She has little fear of danger and has a tendency to get herself into trouble. Despite this she is deeply caring and already has a well developed sense of justice. Despite only being five she is one of the few literate characters in the little found family that she shares with Narul. (Her intro here)

Otilia is a runaway noblewoman and lesbian from the lands of Korithia. She is clever and sly, her mind and tongue sharpened by years spent at her merchant father's side. She once married to a man in Korithia, however that relationship quickly turned sour and abusive. That is why she is in Kishetal, running from her terrible husband. While on the run in Kishetal she eventually ends up in the company of Narul and Ninma. (Here is her intro)

Shela was also once the daughter of a merchant, though her father was Kishite. A chain of events led to her being sold to the powerful oligarch Wadikir in order to cover a family debt. Now she works in the maze-like passages of the Hall of Oaths, keeping track of the single largest collection of Knowledge in the world. Shela is a short and squat woman though she moves with grace. Though she can't read, years among scholars and record-keepers has afforded her with a certain amount of knowledge. She enjoys a chat and is a warm and friendly person, who feels emotions quite intensely. Perhaps years spent in dark tunnels have made her hungry for human interaction (Her intro is here).

Suru is Narul's adoptive younger brother. Suru is nothing like Suru, small and sickly, almost skeletal. He looks like he could be blown over by a gust of wind. Despite this Suru is incredibly cocky and charismatic. Though he is currently enslaved he dreams of seeing the world.

Akard is the son of the deposed King of Labisa, Kurush. This also means that he is Ninma's cousin. Akard was born in exile in the desert kingdom of Apuna. He was raised from birth to help his father reclaim the throne of Labisa. He is cunning, brave, and noble. The picture of what a king should be, though his terminal illness flares his ambitions to an at times dangerous degree. (His intro is here)

Zenit is a seer, a person capable of using spirits in order to receive visions of possible futures and of distant places. But this gift has had a terrible effect on her body. Though young her hair is already silver, her cheeks hollow, and her skin pale. Though her abilities give her supernatural vision, her actual vision has been taken from her. She was once the servant of Hutbari until she was freed at the hands of Akard. She is intelligent and strategically minded, though quiet.

Zatar is tall, dark, and dangerous. The child of a mysterious giantess from the northern forests and minor noble, he was abandoned to the streets. He is a temperamental and violent person, with a particular proclivity for causing harm to others. He was once purposeless, stalking the streets of Labisa like a rabid wolf, that is until he met Akard. Now he serves him a fanatical loyalty. He is the Wrath of Akard, and none dare to stand before him. (His intro is here)

Istek is a pirate. He is a loud and excitable man, an amazing story-teller, and unfortunately he has next to no tact. In his early fifties he possess a luxurious beard and many strange tattoos. He is quite short, though you would never guess it by the amount of noise he makes. He is friendly and more than a bit of a flirt. Despite how much he talks he is also a good listener and will eagerly spend hours nodding along to your stories. His two partners are Sihunu and Dati.(His intro is here)

Dati is the last member of a race of ancient warriors, now he sails with his partner Istek, working either as a pirate or a mere merchant depending on what the situation entails. He is tall and handsome, the only hint to his forestfolk ancestry, is the tail that can occasionally be seen swishing behind his back. Where Istek is loud and friendly, Dati is tight-lipped and serious. However once you get to know him he is quite friendly and will gladly chat about this or that. (His intro is here)

Sihunu is the third member of the Pirate Polycule, though as of late she has been landlocked as she takes care of their child, Lat. She is a skilled craftsperson and was once the primary carpenter aboard their ship, The Westwind. Sihunu was once a dancer and though her dancing days are long behind her, she retains a certain grace and poise. Sihunu is a no nonsense type of person, straight faced and serious. Don't talk to her, if she wants to talk to you she will find you. Its somewhat surprising that a person like her would be partners with the ball of energy and sexuality that is Istek.

Penetinos was once a priest of a Korithian Temple. He is a sage and was once renowned for his skill and power in the ways of magic. That changed when he discovered his illness. Disillusioned and scared, he left the temple and chose to explore the world. He is a kindly old man and the perfect tutor for anyone that wants to know about the world. He is patient and kind, he loves to read and to learn new things, though his age and condition keep him from exploring quite as extensively as he wishes. He knows that one day his illness will kill him, but he doesn't know when and he tries not to let that concern him. He is close friends with Istek, though Penetinos's asexuality somewhat bamboozles the flirtatious pirate captain. (Here is his intro)

Bop, once the Ripper of Cedars, is a powerful wind spirit, the sort of entity that could once rip trees and houses off of the side of mountains, casting them down to valleys far below. That was until they were captured and trapped in a magical hammer. Now they have forgotten most of their past and instead they reside in the Hammer of Tamel, now in the possession of Narul. Bop is curious and kind, just as eager to learn how the world has changed and to comfort Narul in his time of need. (Here is their intro)

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@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor

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"We eat men" part 2

[voraciousvore]

Writing Masterpost

I write giant/ tiny vore garbage. Most of my stories are intended for mature audiences and contain smut. I enjoy exploring darker themes, but always balance my stories with heartwarming, sweet fluff and romance. Enjoy, if that's your thing!

I also post art occasionally but I am not very skilled on that front. I try my best.

I mostly write male giants, but for those of you just here for giantesses: Giantess Compilation

More compilations: Vore Writing/ Art Mega Compilation, Voretober 2024

This is how all my stories connect together if you're unsure where to start. I'd recommend reading one of the stories from the "Originals" column and working from there:

Links to all my stories:

Boarding School for Giants

25 Chapters; 55,216 words

A troubled teenager gets kicked out of her high school and is forced to enroll in a boarding school full of giants. A sweeter, tamer, shorter story without any sex (though it does contain one questionable scene). Has a little bit of vore but I believe can still be enjoyed even if you're not into that.

Big Corp Inc.

43 Chapters; 96,645 words

Candy Caramello is desperate to get a job. So desperate, in fact, that she accepts a job at Big Corp Inc. working with Giants who are hundreds of feet tall. She'll have to contend with a licentious boss, an office bully, being eaten alive, and all sorts of other hazards inherent to being a tiny human in a Giant world.

This story is 18+ and contains vore and sex (both romantic intimacy and non-consensual)

Bucky's

44 Chapters; 113,660 words

Sequel to Big Corp Inc. Tanya is a prisoner who is condemned to be a meal in a restaurant that serves humans as food to hungry Giants. This story contains soft and hard vore, gore, and sex. Both Giants and Giantesses are involved but mostly male Giants.

In the Belly of the Giant

39 Chapters; 84,994 words

Sequel to "Boarding School for Giants." Eren gets kidnapped, and it's up to Joey to save her. This story contains a lot of vore and sex (both romantic and non-consensual). Strictly 18+.

The Giant

16 Chapters; 44,030 words

A giant/ tiny vore romance fantasy about a tiny women who finds herself trapped in the clutches of a huge, hungry giant. This story contains lots of vore, mouthplay, fluff, violence, and some sex.

Same story but entirely from the giant's POV: The Tiny (21 Chapters, ~51,000 words)

The Half-Blood Giant

51 Chapters; 128,241 words

Sequel to "The Giant" and a crossover story that ties together the worlds of my other stories. I would recommend reading my other stories before reading this one. Contains soft and hard vore, violence/ gore, and sex.

Giganterra

62 Chapters + Prologue/ Epilogue; 166,605 words

A medieval AU featuring characters from my other stories. King Richard, the giant ruler of Giganterra, keeps the human kingdom of Minimaterra under his thumb, and it's up to our tiny heroes to stop his reign of terror.

Short Stories/ Oneshots:

The Origins of Martin Maneater (3 chapters, 9k words): As a child, Martin meets a human for the first time.

Candy and the Beanstalk (3.9k words): Classic beanstalk story with my OCs Candy and Martin

The Giant and the Princess (10 chapters, 25k words): A forbidden romance blossoms between a man-eating giant and a tiny human princess. The story of Ajax's (Chester's father) past.

Shrinking Shenanigans (1.7k words): Jackie's magic goes haywire and causes the giants and humans to switch sizes.

Hot Chocolate (2.1k words): Classic trope of a giant finding a half-frozen tiny in the snow, with a dark twist.

Fearplay (from an ask)

More coming soon, but if you don't want to wait, here's a link to my Wattpad account with all my writing:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/GiantObsession