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sheikthegeek · 1 month ago
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This is how I feel on Turkey Day every year looking for fast food to eat...
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story-thief · 1 year ago
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I absolutely love this!! Like look how hungry the smol looks for those kisses!!! I love that the big is even calling them out on it like AH!!! They really do look like they are so eagerly eating their love up (which is adorable given the size scenario) like smol just really loves big and will do everything to make sure that’s abundantly clear!!!! I love and so heavily relate!!!!
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ragvas · 2 months ago
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Your Power Hungry Girlfriend
Petra had always been captivated by the allure of power. From the early days of your relationship, she delighted in playfully taking control, whispering commands in your ear and adopting the roles of both your mistress and goddess. It was all in good fun, especially considering Petra's petite stature at 5' 6" (167 cm), barely reaching your shoulder. Her breasts though, a generous C-cup, complemented her curvy figure, which featured a thick, alluring butt and large, soft, juicy thighs. The way she would puff herself up, trying to assert her dominance and act as if she was the stronger one, always sparked laughter and warmth in your relationship, turning every playful moment into a cherished memory.
But there was something deeper there, too. Petra wasn’t just playing a part; there was a spark in her eyes whenever she bossed you around, a thrill in her voice as she pretended to be this towering, powerful force. She confessed to you once that she fantasized about actually towering over you, about being able to pick you up with ease or looking down at you with that powerful smirk of hers. Her dream was to be everything she pretended—a goddess who could make you feel small and weak with just a glance.
When she discovered MILF MAX, Petra knew it was her chance. The idea was thrilling beyond measure, and she didn’t hesitate. She ordered the pills almost immediately, barely able to contain her excitement. The very next day, the package arrived. You were sitting on your bed and Petra's eyes sparkled with delight as she opened it. “Just think, babe,” she purred, running a finger down your chest. “I could finally be the goddess I was meant to be. Imagine looking up at me, unable to resist. Don’t you want to feel completely owned by me?”
 “Petra, are you sure about this? It seems like a pretty intense change.”
 “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she giggled, her eyes glinting with excitement. “It’s just a little pill. Besides, think of the possibilities! I could finally give you what you’ve always secretly wanted—a real goddess to worship. And let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want to see their girlfriend grow into a stunning giantess?”
You couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern as you studied the pill bottle in her hand. The label boasted of 'MILF MAX' in bold letters, promising growth and power beyond imagination. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to see her so powerful. You swallowed hard, trying to imagine her towering over you, her C-cup breasts swelling to unheard of sizes, her thighs thick and mighty. You took her hand, feeling her excitement pulsing through her fingertips. “Okay, but let’s take this slow. We don’t know what side effects might come with this... transformation.”
Petra's eyes gleamed with determination as she nodded. "Don't worry, my love," she said, her voice a blend of playfulness and reassurance. "I've read all about it. We'll take it one step at a time." With a flourish, she popped open the bottle and removed a single blue pill. She placed it on the tip of her tongue and took a sip of water, watching your reaction with a hint of a challenge in her gaze. As she swallowed, she grew visibly excited, her pulse quickening.
You watched as the pill slipped down her throat, the muscles in her neck working as she swallowed it whole. The room grew quiet, filled with anticipation. You felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, wondering what this would mean for both of you. "What happens now?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Petra's cheeks flushed with excitement as she placed the pill bottle on the nightstand. She took your hand in hers, her grip firm and reassuring. "Now," she said with a wink, "we wait." The seconds ticked by, feeling like hours as you both sat there, her heart beating faster with each passing moment. The room seemed to vibrate with an unseen energy, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She leaned in closer, her C-cup breasts pressing against your arm, and whispered, "Just imagine the things I could do to you when I'm... bigger." Her voice was filled with a seductive promise that sent a shiver down your spine. The air grew thick with anticipation as you felt the first faint tremors of change.
Her eyes grew wide as she felt something stirring within her, a warm, tingling sensation that began in her chest and spread throughout her body. It grew stronger, more insistent, and her heart raced with excitement. She could feel her breasts swelling, filling her bra to the brim, the fabric straining against her newfound curves. Her thighs grew denser, heavier, and she could feel the power coiling within them. "Oh, my," she murmured, her voice thick with wonder. "It's... it's happening!" She looked down to see her thighs spreading, the flesh stretching and expanding. Her jeans grew taut, the seams groaning in protest. You watched in amazement as she grew before your very eyes, her height shooting up to 5' 8" (172 cm) and her breasts now a generous D-cup.
The transformation was unlike anything either of you had ever experienced. Her body was alive with power, growing bigger and more voluptuous by the second. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes had a wild, hungry glint in them. The room itself seemed to shrink around her as her presence grew larger and larger. Her breasts, now a formidable D-cup, strained against her shirt, which grew tighter and tighter until the buttons popped off, revealing her bra, struggling to contain her newfound bounty. Her thighs grew to the point where they could easily crush your head between them. Yet, amidst the overwhelming sensations of growth, she remained acutely aware of your gaze upon her, basking in the awe and admiration she saw reflected in your eyes. She knew this was just the beginning.
You watched, utterly speechless, as Petra grew to 5' 10" (177 cm) with a chest that was now a tantalizing DD-cup. Her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure and power, as she revelled in her transformation. Her legs stretched and thickened, and her jeans split at the seams, giving way to her mighty thighs. She was becoming a force of nature before you, and every cell in your body responded to her dominance. The sound of her moan filled the room, a crescendo that seemed to fuel her growth even further.
"Oh, it feels... so incredible!" she gasped, her breathy voice echoing with the intensity of her growth. Her eyes, once filled with excitement, were now dark with passion and desire. Her DD-cup breasts heaved with every breath she took, her newfound power apparent in every inch of her expanding frame. "Look at me," she ordered, her hand gesturing to her chest. "Worship me."
You couldn't help but stare, your eyes transfixed on the goddess unfolding before you. The fabric of her bra was stretched to the limit, the underwire digging into her flesh as it tried in vain to contain her swelling breasts. You could see the imprint of her lacy bra on her shirt, the outline of her nipples poking through. The sight was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning in closer, your hands trembling slightly. "Petra, you're... you're so beautiful," you murmured, your voice thick with awe.
She beamed at your words, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. Her growth had slowed to a crawl, but she was far from finished. At 5' 10" (177 cm) tall with DD-cup breasts, she was a vision of power and beauty. The room felt smaller, the air charged with an electric tension that was both thrilling and terrifying. Her eyes locked onto yours, a fierce hunger burning within them. "Kneel," she whispered, her voice now commanding and seductive. "Worship your goddess."
Your legs quivered slightly as you lowered yourself to the floor, the reality of her transformation making your heart race. The fabric of your jeans strained against your growing arousal as you gazed up at her, feeling smaller and more insignificant than ever before. You reached out, your trembling hand touching the warm, soft skin of her thigh, which was now thick as a tree trunk. "Petra, I... I can't believe this," you murmured.
She chuckled, the sound low and thrilling. "You're just now realizing it, love?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice. "I've always been a goddess, but now I finally have the body to match." Her thighs shifted, and you felt the power beneath your fingertips as she grew another 2 inches, now standing at 6 feet (183 cm). Her breasts swelled further, reaching the colossal size of E-cups, the weight of them causing her to lean back slightly to maintain balance.
With a sudden, satisfying rip, her bra and shirt could no longer contain her expanding form. Her huge breasts jiggled free from their confinement, spilling out with a freedom that made her grin. With a fluid motion, she shrugged off the torn remnants of her upper clothing, tossing them aside without a second thought, leaving her almost naked. Only her panties remained, stretched tight over her curvier hips and fuller thighs, clinging desperately to her growing body as if on the verge of surrender themselves.
"Keep worshiping me little man," she urged, her voice huskier, breaths growing deeper and more ragged. Her eyes held a dangerous gleam as she looked down at you. "I can feel it... I'm getting bigger."
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of her growth. Each new inch, each new curve, brought her closer to the divine being she aspired to be. You leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the soft flesh of her massive thigh, feeling the heat of her power.
The kiss sent a jolt through her body, and she gasped as she felt herself growing again. Her thighs swelled further, she surged to 6' 3" (191 cm), and her breasts grew to a F-cup. "More," she whispered, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Keep worshipping me, and maybe I'll grow even bigger."
You nodded, unable to resist the command in her voice. You kissed her thigh again, feeling it thicken and warm beneath your lips. Her skin was like velvet, and you could feel her power pulsating through it. As you worshiped her, you felt the bed shift under her weight, the frame groaning in protest.
The sensation was overwhelming. "Oh, yes," she breathed, her eyes snapping open. "Keep going. Make your goddess grow." Her thighs grew even larger, now capable of crushing you without effort. Her breasts swelled to a G-cup. Her breaths grew deeper, more ragged, as she revelled in the power you were unleashing within her.
Your hands roamed over her thick, powerful legs, feeling the strong muscles rippling beneath her soft juicy skin. You kissed higher, feeling the tremors of growth shudder through her body with each press of your lips. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal, the heady aroma of power and desire.
"Mmm, yes," she purred, her voice deepening with every inch she grew. "Your devotion is... exquisite." Her hand reached down, caressing your hair. "Look at me, love," she whispered, her eyes boring into yours. Her height had reached 6' 6" (198 cm) and her breasts were now a monstrous H-cup. "Look at the goddess you've created."
You gazed up at her, the awe in your eyes unmistakable. Her power washed over you, making your knees wobble as you took in her new grandeur. "Petra, you're... you're breathtaking," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
She took a deep, satisfying breath, her H-cup breasts rising and falling dramatically. "I know," she said with a smug smile, her confidence soaring with each new inch of height and volume of flesh. "But don't stop. I'm not done yet."
You nodded, feeling the tremble in your voice as you watched her grow. You kissed her thigh again, feeling it thicken and warm under your touch. Her legs were like marble pillars, and you found yourself lost in the grandeur of her transformation.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, her hand tangling in your hair, gently guiding you higher. Her H-cup breasts bobbed with every breath, and she could feel the weight of them pulling at her chest. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, begging for attention. "Keep going," she urged, her voice thick with desire.
You obeyed, your heart racing as you kissed her thigh, feeling it swell and tighten beneath you. Her skin was warm and inviting, and you could feel the power in every inch of her expanding body. You reached her hip, the curve of her waist now so much higher than before, and you felt a thrill at her dominance.
She gasped as your kisses grew bolder, feeling a surge of growth rush through her. Her body grew to 6' 9" (206 cm), her hips widening dramatically to support her newfound height and weight. Her breasts had ballooned to I-cups. She looked down at you with a mix of lust and triumph, her hand tightening in your hair. "Yes," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "Make your goddess grow."
Your eyes widened as her thigh grew to a diameter that could easily encompass your entire torso. You felt so tiny in comparison, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and arousal. You kissed higher getting closer to her tits. Her breathing grew heavier, and she shifted slightly, her I-cup breasts jiggling with the movement.
"Oh, I can feel it," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she grew to 6' 11" (210 cm). Her breasts had reached an unprecedented J-cup size, the weight of them making her lean back against the headboard for support. The bed creaked and groaned with the pressure of her massive body. "Keep going, keep making me grow."
Her voice was intoxicating, a melody of power and seduction that seemed to reverberate through your entire body. As you looked up at her, now towering above you at nearly 7 feet tall, every part of her exuded dominance and raw, overwhelming beauty. Her thighs, thick and commanding, framed her curvaceous hips, and her breasts, now J-cups, spilled forward in glorious abundance, swaying with even the slightest motion she made. Her panties, stretched to their limits, were hanging on by a thread, barely containing her newfound curves.
Petra's smirk deepened as she caught your awestruck gaze. "Do you see now?" she purred, reaching down to stroke your cheek with a hand that felt impossibly large, yet still soft and gentle. "This is what I've always dreamed of. To be a goddess... your goddess."
Her hand shifted, gripping your chin and tilting your face upward so your eyes locked with hers. Her deep brown gaze radiated a mixture of affection and command, daring you to look away but knowing you couldn't. "I can feel the power coursing through me," she whispered, her voice laced with both wonder and lust. "Every inch I grow, every curve that swells, it’s like the world is bending to me. And you, my little man, are here to worship my growing body."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded, your lips trembling with words you couldn't quite form. You placed both hands on her hips, feeling their exaggerated width and the strength beneath the softness. Her skin was warm, almost hot to the touch, as if her body radiated energy.
Petra giggled, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Good boy," she said, ruffling your hair as if you were her pet. "But I’m not done yet. I will grow bigger. I want to be so massive that you can't even wrap your arms around me, so tall that you'll have to crane your neck just to meet my gaze."
You swallowed hard, torn between a primal awe of her transformation and a heady anticipation for what was still to come. She leaned forward slightly, her enormous breasts brushing against your chest as she brought her face closer to yours. "Don't stop now," she murmured, her lips so close to yours that her breath tickled your skin. "Every kiss, every touch, makes me stronger. Makes me more divine."
Unable to resist, you kissed her again, this time on her soft, plush stomach, marvelling at how her body had expanded so dramatically. The moment your lips touched her skin, a surge of energy seemed to ripple through her. She gasped, arching her back as her body began to grow once more.
Her height surged past 7 feet to 7' 1" (217 cm), her curves expanded even further. Her hips widened to impossible proportions, and her breasts swelled to K-cups, their weight and size making them almost too large for her massive hands to hold. Her panties finally surrendered, the fabric tearing apart and leaving her fully exposed, her body now a testament to power and femininity combined.
Petra laughed, a sound of pure, unrestrained joy as she gazed down at you. "Look at me!" she exclaimed, holding her giant boobs and stretching her legs, testing her newfound size. "I'm unstoppable! I'm... perfect."
You knelt before her, utterly captivated by the goddess she had become. Her body filled the room, her presence overwhelming and inescapable. She reached down, her massive hands cupping your face and pulling you close. "Now," she said, her voice dripping with authority, "show me just how much you adore your goddess. Worship every inch of me, little one. And maybe... just maybe... I'll let you fuck me later."
Your heart raced as you took in her beauty and power. You felt so tiny, so insignificant. Yet, as you looked into her eyes, you knew she cherished you. You leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and dominance. You could feel the warmth of her body, the pulse of her power, and you knew you had no choice but to obey. You began to kiss her neck, feeling her veins pulsing with the life force that was reshaping her body. Each kiss brought her closer to her ultimate divine form.
With a mischievous spark in her eyes, she reached for the nightstand, her massive K-cup breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Her fingers danced over the bottle of MILF MAX, and you watched as she plucked out another pill, holding it up to the light. "Ready for round two?" she asked, a playful grin playing on her lips. The room seemed to hold its breath as she placed the pill on her tongue, her eyes never leaving yours.
You nodded, your voice thick with anticipation. "Yes, goddess," you murmured, watching as she took a sip of water and swallowed the pill. You felt the energy in the room spike again as she grew visibly more excited, her skin flushing a deep shade of pink. Her hands rested on her impossibly wide hips…
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she felt the pill slip down her throat, the warmth spreading through her like wildfire. Her heart pounded as the anticipation grew, the room seeming to close in around her as she grew. Her breasts swelled to L-cups. "Oh, the power," she groaned, her hand sliding down to cup one of her new, heavy mounds. She grew to 7' 3" (221 cm) tall, and the bedframe creaked under her immense weight. Her thighs thickened and grew, the power in them palpable. "Keep worshipping," she demanded, her voice a mix of hunger and authority. "I want more."
You nodded, feeling the heat of her body, the tremble of power beneath your fingertips as you kissed and touched her, eager to fuel her growth. You traced the outline of her L-cup breasts, feeling the weight of them in your hands, the warmth of her skin against your lips as you kissed along her collarbone, feeling the pulse of her growth as it grew stronger with every touch. "Yes, goddess," you whispered, lost in the grandeur of her transformation.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt your tiny hands on her ever-expanding breasts, her nipples stiffening under your gentle touch. Her body grew taller, reaching 7' 6" (228 cm), her breasts now a staggering M-cup. "Ahh," she gasped, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "You make me feel so... alive." Her eyes rolled back in her head as she grew, her breathing deep and laboured with excitement. She reached down, her hand now so large it could easily enclose your head, and gently guided you to kiss her breasts. "Worship me," she murmured, her voice now a powerful purr.
Your hands trembled as you kissed her soft, warm skin, feeling the unmistakable thrill of her power surging through her body. As you kissed her massive M-cup breasts, you could feel them growing, filling your palms more and more. The weight of them was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the act of worship. Each kiss seemed to fuel her growth, and she grew to 7' 8" (233 cm), her chest now a mesmerizing N-cup.
With a deep, satisfied sigh, Petra felt the warmth of your worship spread through her as your lips met her ever-expanding breasts. The sensation was heavenly, making her skin tingle and her core pulse with energy. "Yes," she moaned, her voice dropping to a seductive rumble. "Keep going." Her eyes fluttered closed as she grew to 7' 10" (238 cm) with N-cup breasts that could crush you in a gentle embrace. Her nipples had grown darker and more sensitive, standing out like erotic beacons. She could feel the pill's power coursing through her veins, enhancing every sensation. Her skin grew more sensitive, making even the softest of touches feel like a caress from the gods themselves. "Worship me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist. Her hand stroked your head, guiding you to her now-heaving bosom. "Make me even more of a goddess."
You kissed her swollen breasts reverently, feeling the warmth and weight of them in your hands. Her skin was softer than ever. You felt the power of her growth surge through her body, and her breasts swelled to O-cups, each one now larger than your entire torso. You looked up at her, feeling so tiny, so insignificant, but she was your everything. "Yes, goddess," you murmured, your voice filled with reverence. "I'll worship every inch of you."
You leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her O-cup breasts against your face. Your mouth found her massive, sensitive nipple, and you began to suck it gently. The sound of her breath hitching in pleasure filled the room. You felt her body shiver in response, her power swelling even further. Her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you closer as she grew to 8' 1" (246 cm) tall, the mattress sinking beneath her. Her breasts felt like pillows, so soft yet so powerful. As you continued to worship her, her nipple grew even larger, a hardened peak in the vastness of her expanding bosom. It was as if you were being consumed by the very essence of feminine power, and you loved every moment of it.
Petra's breath grew ragged as you sucked her giant swollen nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt a deep, primal urge to claim you, to show you the full extent of her power. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at you with a fierce expression that sent a thrill of fear and desire through your core. "Oh, yes," she growled, her voice deeper and more powerful than ever before. Her breasts grew even larger, now a staggering P-cup, the weight of them making her lean back further. Her hand moved from your head to her own chest, her fingers tracing the edge of her areola. "I can feel it," she murmured, her eyes glazed with passion. "I'm becoming more than you could ever imagine." Her body grew to 8' 4" (254 cm). Her thighs, now like boulders of soft flesh, flexed as she adjusted her position, the bed groaning in protest. "Keep going," she urged, her voice a command that you couldn't resist. "Make me the goddess you've always dreamed of."
You obeyed without hesitation, your mouth moving from one massive nipple to the other, feeling them harden and grow under your touch. Her power was intoxicating, and you felt yourself getting lost in the worship of her giant body. Her breasts swelled to Q-cups, the weight of them unbelievable as you tried to take as much of her in your mouth as possible. Her skin was so soft and warm, and you felt the bed shift and tremble as she grew even larger. You were nothing more than a tiny worshipper before her now. You felt her hand grabbing your hair again, guiding you, urging you to take more of her in. You reached up with trembling hands, feeling the warmth of her skin, the power of her growth, and you marvelled at the sheer size of her. Her breath grew heavier, her body tensing as she grew to 8' 7" (261 cm), and her breasts grew to R-cups, threatening to swallow you whole in their godly softness.
The sensation was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss from her adoring servant sending ripples of power through her. Her hunger for power grew stronger, and she knew she needed more.
"Your worship is exquisite," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear as she grew to 8' 10" (269 cm). Her R-cup breasts swayed heavily, the weight of them a delicious burden. "But I am not yet satisfied." Her hand slid down to your neck, gripping it lightly.
You looked up at her and released her giant nipple from your tiny mouth, eyes wide with desire. "Anything, goddess," you managed to murmur, the awe and reverence clear in your voice. You felt her strong hand guiding you between her thighs, the warmth of her touch a brand on your skin. Her legs spread wider, giving you access to her sex.
"Make me feel it," she ordered, her voice now a low, seductive rumble. "Worship me, and I'll let you be the first to experience this body."
You nodded, your eyes glazed with a mix of fear and lust as you positioned yourself between her thick, powerful thighs. Her pussy was a warm, inviting sanctuary.
She watched you with a predatory gaze, her body growing taller and more powerful with every second. Her R-cup breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing as she grew to 8' 11" (272 cm), her legs now so thick you could barely get your arms around them. "Kiss me here," she purred, her voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper as she guided you to her inner thigh, so close to her core.
You obeyed, pressing your lips to the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, feeling the tremble of her body as she grew even more. The scent of her power and arousal was intoxicating. As you kissed her, you felt her legs thicken and grow even more powerful, her thighs now like the trunks of ancient trees. Her breasts grew to S-cups, so large they probably weighted more than you by now.
"Mmm," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she grew to 9' 3" (282 cm). Her S-cup breasts filled your vision, and you felt the mattress groan beneath her. "More," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "I need more of you."
You leaned in, placing feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin of her thighs, moving closer to her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, making your mouth water with desire.
Her hand tangled in your hair again, pulling you closer as she grew to 9' 5" (289 cm). Her S-cup breasts were now so massive that they hung low on her chest, almost brushing the bed. She gasped as you were slowly reaching her center, her breath hitching with anticipation. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Just like that."
You kissed and licked her inner thighs, feeling her power pulsating with each movement. As your mouth approached her sex, she grew to 9' 7" (292 cm), her breasts now a staggering T-cup. You felt the warmth of her desire as you licked her swollen folds, her moan echoing through the room.
"Yesss," she hissed, her voice a mix of pleasure and command. "Worship me completely." Her body grew another inch to 9' 8" (295 cm), her breasts reaching U-cup proportions. Her grip on your head tightened, guiding your every move as she grew, her dominance absolute.
You felt her power as you tasted her sweetness, her legs trembling with the intensity of her growth. You kissed and licked her swollen labia, feeling her wetness on your lips, her scent filling the room like the most potent incense.
"Oh, you're so good," she murmured, her voice a hypnotic purr. She grew another inch to 9' 9" (297 cm), her U-cup breasts threatening to spill over her giant thighs and engulf you. "Keep going," she ordered, her body growing taut with need.
Lost in the divine taste of her, you didn't hold back. Your tongue delved deeper, exploring the soft, wet warmth of her folds. Her moan was like a siren's song, guiding you as you worshiped her growing body. Her power grew, filling the room like an intoxicating perfume, as she reached 10 feet (304 cm) tall.
With a sudden, overwhelming need to feel you fully submit to her power, Petra grabbed your head with both her massive hands, pressing your face firmly against her giant pussy. Her giant thighs clamped around your head, trapping you in her divine embrace as she grew to 10' 7" (323 cm). Her scream of pleasure was a sonic boom, vibrating the walls as she came.
Overwhelmed by her dominance and the sheer force of her climax, you could only whimper against her thighs, feeling the warmth of her love juices cover your face as she grew to a staggering 10' 10" (330 cm), her breasts now a mind-boggling V-cup.
Her grip tightened, her legs like steel bands around your head as she bucked her hips, her V-cup breasts swaying heavily with each powerful thrust. "Again," she gasped, her voice a command that resonated through you. "Make me cum again."
Her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, she reached over to the nightstand, her giant hand closing around the bottle of MILF MAX. With a glint in her eye, she plucked out not one, but three pills. "It's time to grow."
She placed the pills in her mouth, savoring the moment before she swallowed them with a dramatic flair, her throat bobbing with the effort. The room seemed to pulse with the power of her transformation, the walls closing in slightly as she grew to 11' 2" (340 cm) almost instantly. Her V-cup breasts swelled to W-cups, the weight of them unbearable to any but her. "Keep worshipping me," she rumbled, her voice a powerful force that made your soul tremble.
You nodded, your eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear. You kissed her swollen folds again, feeling her grow even larger as your mouth remained on her sensitive skin. The pills had barely had time to dissolve, and yet she was already growing, her breasts reaching a colossal X-cup.
"I can feel it," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "I'm getting closer... keep worshipping me." She grew to 11' 9" (359 cm), and the bedframe groaned in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall. Her breasts now rested heavily on her legs, the weight of them a testament to her unbridled power.
You nodded fervently, your mouth still on her swollen folds, feeling the warmth of her power wash over you. Her skin was like silk, her taste divine. You felt the bed shift again as she grew to 12' 1" (368 cm), her breasts reaching a monstrous Y-cup size, the mattress all but disappearing under her.
With a fierce growl of pleasure, Petra grabbed your head with both her powerful hands, holding it in place as she began to grind her giant pussy against your face. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy through her, her body growing at a terrifying pace. The bed was now a mere plaything beneath her, the headboard cracking as she slammed it into the wall with the force of her pleasure. She grew to a towering 12' 8" (386 cm), her Y-cup breasts swaying like pendulous masses of flesh.
You could barely breathe as she used your face, the pressure from her thighs and breasts increasing with every moment. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of power and desire that made your head spin. You felt the mattress tearing beneath her weight, the bedframe splintering as she grew to 13' 1" (399 cm). Her breasts swelled to Z-cups, the fabric of the bed groaning and giving way.
"Ahh," she moaned, her voice a symphony of power and need. "I feel like a true goddess now." She grew to 13' 7" (415 cm), her Z-cup breasts jiggling slightly with her every move. "Your worship is everything to me." She leaned back, her breasts spilling over her giant thighs.
Your mouth found her giant clit, and you pressed your lips around it, sucking it with all the reverence and fervor of a devotee at the altar of a divine being. Her legs quivered, and you felt her power pulse through your body as she grew to 14' 2" (432 cm), her breasts reaching a mind-boggling A2-cup size.
Her moan was a low, guttural growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. "More," she demanded, her body growing to 14' 10" (452 cm). Her A2-cup breasts grew to gigantic B2-cups, and the bed frame finally gave out with a deafening crack.
Lost in your worship, you felt her power surge through you as you obeyed. Your teeth gently grazed her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, and you sucked even more fiercely. Her thighs tightened around you as she grew to 15' 4" (468 cm), her breasts ballooning to C2-cups. The bed was now a ruin beneath her, a testament to the power of her transformation.
Her eyes snapped open, and she screamed out your name as she felt the orgasm tear through her. Her body convulsed, and in that moment of ecstasy, she grew explosively. The room trembled with the force of her climax, her body swelling to a towering 16' 1" (491 cm), her breasts now a massive D2-cup. The bed was utterly destroyed, and you felt her power wash over you like a tidal wave.
"Look at me," she panted, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I am a goddess now." Her eyes gleamed with triumph, and she knew there was no going back. Her breasts had grown so large that they now lay on the floor, the tips brushing against it as she moved.
"But I'm not done growing," she purred, a hint of mischief in her tone.
Her gaze was fierce with desire, her eyes gleaming with ambition. She picked up the bottle of MILF MAX, now seemingly small in her giant hand. "I will grow so big," she whispered, her voice echoing with power, "that I'll rule the world, and you, my love, will be my tiny king." With a dramatic flourish, she upended the bottle, allowing all the remaining pills to cascade into her eager mouth. She swallowed them with a grin, watching as your eyes widened in a mix of shock and awe.
Petra moaned deeply, her body surging upward as her curves expanded impossibly, filling the room with her overwhelming presence. "Bigger," she purred, her voice trembling with power, as her growth showed no sign of stopping.
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gtsdreamer2 · 10 months ago
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Beach Gate
April 12th. The day they told everyone to stay out of the water. It was all over the news for weeks. They were releasing a small amount of radiation waste into the ocean. Scientists ran hundreds of simulations about how the water would be safe just one day after the release. Something about dispersement and currents. What they hadn't calculated were the hungry organisms in the water that would feed on the radiation and mutate.
Sebast was relaxing in his chair on the beach. He was on holiday and figured a lazy afternoon at the beach would be the best use for the beautiful day that it was. The beach was moderately crowded, but it was a school day, so it was mostly adults relaxing and enjoyimg the water. Sebast was reading the daily paper, but couldn't help but steal glances at all of the beautiful bikini-clad women that he was fortunate to be surrounded by on this clear, sunny day. He started to dose off while reading the article about a strange algal bloom that scientists were only just starting to study. As he slept, the water all along the shore suddenly began to glow a dark purple as the irradiated algae began to flood in. Woman and men alike were quickly covered in the bloom. As the beach goers exited the shimmering sea, two things became apparent. Firstly, the algae seemed to slip and slide off the men and children before receding back into the ocean. Secondly, the purple globs seemed to congregate and cover only the women, sticking to them and binding to their skin. At first they tried their best to remove the unwelcome algae, but as the masses of purple microfauna began to completely coat the women, their demeanor quickly changed from panic to pleasure.
Sebast awoke, startled as the screams turned to moans around him. Looking to the woman closest to him, he could only watch in fascination as she spasmed on the ground. Mashing her hands over her body, she forcefully massaged the purple goop against her skin. Slowly the algae was being absorbed into her and the irradiated creatures caused her body to swell and grow, which only seemed to fuel her pleasure.
"Fuck, this feels amazing!" She cried out, quickly breaking free of her inadequate clothing. All around him similar situations were playing out. The women began to surge in size at varying paces depending on how much algae they had been in contact with. Some women quickly realized this and ran back into the ocean, scooping up massive handfuls of the creatures and lathering them onto themselves. As the women on the beach began to only break the ten foot mark, those in the sea were quickly doubling and tripling that as their increased volume gave the algae more space to bind to.
Sebast watched as a hierarchy quickly formed. The massive women in the ocean were now big enough to block the much smaller women from growing any larger. This led to the woman that was closest to him coming up to him with a children's pail. She towered above him while she batted her long lashes. "Um, could you take this into the water and bring me more of that purple stuff? I want to be bigger and I promise I'll give you a big reward!" She pressed her chest together as she stuck out both her arms to hand Sebast the pail. He eagerly took it and waited for an opportunity. As one of the monstrously large women in the water started fighting over resources with another one, he made a dash for the shoreline, quickly scooping up a bucket's worth of algae. One of the titanesses watched playfully as Sebast delivered the pail. The woman eagerly dumped it over herself and rubbed it into her skin, quickly gaining a meager two feet in height. "I'll never catch up to those goddesses at this rate. Thanks anyway sweetie." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
The biggest of the sea queens laughed at the mini-giantess's attempt to gain some size. "That was pathetic." She taunted. "Watch and learn." The tide was forced outward as the kaiju sized woman lowered herself into the sea, leaving only her nose above the waterline. Suddenly she opened her mouth and sucked in hundreds of gallons of seawater and all the algae with it. Great volumes of purple water filled her cheeks as she gained another hundred feet in only a few moments. She moaned through her closed mouth, careful not to lose any growth fuel until it had all been absorbed into her. When her growth finally slowed, she sprayed clear water at all the onlookers that were now even further dwarfed by her.
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"What a rush!" She boomed, her voice resonating for miles against the tiny eardrums it came across. At her new size, she had no trouble throwing the closest women to her size out onto the beach. "This is all mine!" She roared, throwing her arms out and scooping miles of purple onto her skin, which rose above the water higher and higher. She groped her massive chest and rubbed herself all over in a display of pure carnal dominance. Sebast just watched in awe as the women that were still much larger than him cowered before this ascending goddess. He turned to the one who he had helped grow and grabbed her hand. "Let's get out of here before she crushes us all!" He said, showing her another pail full of algae. She giggled before lifting him up and scurrying off somewhere safer.
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bunji-enthusiast · 6 months ago
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Can I request Tristan Liones and Lancelot with a fem reader who’s a giant and a huge foodie?
Absolutely! 👍🏻
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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.
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lesbianoms · 8 months ago
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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 🤤
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voraciousvore · 2 months ago
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Voretober Day 28: Miss
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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! F/f g/t soft fatal unwilling vore, sexual themes, brief mention of hard vore
Word Count: 1076
Little Miss Strawberry. 
I didn’t know her real name, but that’s what I called her in my head. She was small and cute: about the size of a strawberry, as a matter of fact. Her figure was pleasantly plump, like a ripened fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. She had a naturally sweet scent that could almost be described as floral, intoxicating to the senses. And she had rosy, chubby cheeks that I desperately wanted to squeeze. 
Even the way she dressed—with a cherry-red, polka-dot dress—reminded me of a strawberry. All together, the petite little package looked positively delicious. I couldn’t bring myself to approach her, or speak to her, despite the fact that we had classes together in the same building. Even in a crowd of other small folk, down on the designated pathways, her cheerful color choices always made her pop. And I couldn’t escape that delightful scent that followed her down the hallway, far more bewitching and potent than any artificial perfume. 
I just had to have her, you understand. I couldn’t escape her allure, forced into close proximity as we were. I fantasized about sticking her between my tits, or in my panties, and I’d grow sopping wet at the thought. The way she’d blush and squirm—it would drive me wild. Or her begging for mercy, in that soft sing-song voice of hers. Oh dear. I really had no choice, all things considered. 
But more than anything, I wondered what she would taste like. How her soft flesh would feel on my tongue, or pressed between my teeth. Bones crunching, bright red syrup flowing down my throat. I swallowed longingly at the thought. When class was dismissed, I couldn’t resist stalking her. I walked with very slow, deliberate steps so I wouldn’t outpace her. She went into the library, and I prowled behind. 
I lurked in the shadows and watched. She asked one of the librarians for help, and I felt an intense stab of jealousy as the giantess gently scooped her up and carried her over to a shelf. She picked out a book, opened it, and set my little darling down on the pages, giving her a light pat on her strawberry blonde hair. Disgusting. But so cute. 
I observed for a while, slathering my drool on my knitted pink sleeve so it wouldn’t drip all over the floor. Every dainty, teeny movement, from her strolling over to turn a page bigger to her than a bedsheet, to her hand dutifully scribbling loopy cursive notes in a notebook smaller than a postage stamp, sent me into a frenzy. I needed her tucked away inside me, enveloped snugly by my stomach walls. I fingered myself behind the bookshelf, stifling my low moans inside my sleeve, going mad with gluttonous lust. 
I couldn’t tolerate being without her any longer. I surged forward, knocking over a few books in the process, and dived over to her table. She spun around, eyes wide, but froze in place like the helpless prey she was. I slammed into the table, snatching her up in my hand and flinging the book to the floor in a savage rush, before barreling off with my prize. Even though her screams were a sweet symphony, I muffled them with my fingers and shoved her into my sodden sleeve. 
Privacy was necessary, so I swept her away to a secluded corner of the library, hiding behind a thick bookshelf. I rolled up my sleeve and opened my hand enough to behold Little Miss Strawberry in all her glory. Her face was flushed more than usual and her eyes sparkled with tears. I kneaded her plush form with my fingers, reveling in her divine softness, like the lightest, fluffiest dough. 
She tried to plead with me, to demand to be let go, but fear stole her voice. I could only imagine how I must’ve looked, with my long black hair in a tangle, teeth glinting in the amber light, pallid skin pouring sweat, and the gleaming eyes of a hungry beast. Gosh, I was so intensely ravenous. My belly clamored for her to be stuffed inside. Without further ado, I opened my maw wide and shoved her inside. Her sharp scream was cut off by my teeth clacking shut. 
Oh. Oh my. Sweet bliss flowed over my tongue in a burst of sublime flavor. She was even better than I imagined in my most sugared fantasies. I bit down on her dress, tore it off, and swallowed it so I could feel every inch of her tiny body without obstacle. Her texture and shape were as irresistible as her taste. Her struggles made me even more voracious, as she wrestled with my tongue and banged against my teeth in a futile effort to escape. 
I couldn’t help but smile. Such a feisty little morsel. I toyed with her, rolling her around on my tongue and giving her a gracious tour of the inside of my mouth. I pressed her between my teeth playfully, but decided not to bite down. I wanted to keep her alive as long as possible; I was enjoying her struggles too much. I gulped down buckets of overflowing saliva, so that the poor dear wouldn’t drown. I didn’t want that. 
My throat was too eager to hold back any longer, and my stomach too empty for comfort. I forced her to the base of my tongue, until her puny arms were pushing against the back of my throat, even as she slid further inside, helpless to halt her descent. With a luxurious swallow, I sent her down.  
I sighed with contentment as my esophagus massaged her through my chest. I traced her path with my finger, relishing her movements. I let out a soft moan and rubbed my belly as I felt her drop inside. She came to life within me, thrashing and fighting, electrifying my insides with excitement. I leaned back in my corner, idly jiggling my paunch with a lazy hand. Her faint screams were overpowered by the loud gurgles of my stomach, churning to slowly grind her into mush. 
Eventually, her frantic spasms died down to a slight jitter, until she stopped shuffling about altogether. I licked my lips with satisfaction and stifled a belch with my sleeve. After laying for a while, I stretched like a cat and pulled myself to my feet. 
Time to find my next obsession. 
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unicyclehippo · 7 months ago
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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.
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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.
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wolven91 · 2 years ago
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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.
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Natasha rested soundly as she held her favoured 'rabbit' to herself like she did most nights.
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thealmightyemprex · 15 days ago
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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
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somethingclevermahogony · 6 months ago
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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)
Tagging:
@drchenquill, @marlowethelibrarian, @winterandwords, @phoenixradiant, @pluttskutt
@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor
@paeliae-occasionally and @kaylinalexanderbooks
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goodgirldaisy · 4 months ago
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I wonder how much you would have to eat to get really full as a giantess and would you even notice a tiny morsel like me in that vast cavern of a stomach of yours?
I already get hungry to the point of pangs and growling every 2 hours… it would take a CITY to fill me if I was giant. I’d need hundreds of tinies inside to be able to feel them
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acidbathlove · 7 months ago
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A Buffet in A Concert (Part 2)
CW: Stuffing, unwilling prey, Digestion, more mass vore, instant digestion, oral sex (at the end F/F)
Venus then turned back around towards the employees only door, slowly trudging over towards it. She laid down and put her ear against the door, she could hear voices quietly talking. Due to her large size she pushed on the door and it crunched inwards and fell down. Her belly was much too large to let her enter and all she saw were a couple venue workers there. “Ma’am, the concert is over. If you could please leave.” One of them spoke, Venus frowned as her stomach churned and whined begging to be fed. “Uh, sure.” She stood up feeling the weight of her belly move with her and gurgle and groan. Slowly standing up keeping one hand supporting her squirming gut,  she walked herself out of the double doors and into the venue hall. She caught sight of the different band members and the second group went closer to her. Their lead singer, a chubby woman herself, waved to her. “I hope you liked the meals we got you! I saw your post online and wanted to give you as much as you could eat.” She laughed, “Seems like you got what you wanted. And hey if you're still hungry there's plenty of people around here. And maybe I can help feed you if you want, I love feeding preds like you.” She walked closed and rubbed Venus’ large belly, and the giantess smiled slightly looking down.
“Oh, I love the sound of that. I am still very hungry, not sure how much more I can fit inside of my gut though. That drink they gave us doesn’t work on me apparently.” She patted her belly and the squirming intensified, the pleading from within grew more desperate but Venus and the woman both smiled. “Well, I guess we’ll have to find out how much more we can stuff inside you. I want to see you nice and big.” The lead singer said, “Come on, I have plenty waiting for us back at my hotel.” As she led Venus by the hand down into the parking lot she was lavished by the other band members. They gave her whoever was nearby, even entire families if they were a tightly knit group. Still the giantess’ belly swelled with each swallow of prey and still she craved more. They walked her out into the closest hotel, which thankfully had some stairs that were her size. As she walked up, she saw a man walking up in front of her. Venus’ mouth began to water again and she hurried up the stairs, standing right behind him. He was only a couple inches taller and she knew this could be the last big meal before the lady feeds her more. She grabbed the man by the shoulders, and he yelped in shock as she bent him backwards towards her. Shoving him greedily into her mouth she kept his arms tight to his sides and swallowed quickly, his shoulders and rather large belly of his own went down into her throat.
As he struggled trying to kick her anyway he could she pushed his legs farther into her mouth and swallowed again. Tilting her head back again she felt the strain of her body as his huge form began to slowly slide down. But his feet were still out and she kept swallowing until finally she felt her gut swell as he was stuffed into her tight belly. She felt as some of her prey was crushed and broken by his massive size the screams and begging were quickly cut short as his body filled her to satiety. Groaning with the pleasure of his weight and feeling the exhaustion hit her finally she walked up the rest of the stairs. Having to hold her belly up to alleviate some of the weight Venus got into the room with the lead singer. “Ah I see you caught one final meal. I hope you have room for more. We have a lot of people outside begging to be swallowed and digested by someone like you.” The lead singer said with an evil grin, as Venus moaned slightly leaning back. The movement in her belly was intense, both from her beginning to digest her prey and the giant man currently inside.
She felt a mix of overfed and satisfied, but this goading from the lady. Her belly growled again and Venus shook her head. “I don’t know if I can. I ate so much.” She said, between burps and resting her hands on her stomach. The lead singer laughed, “Oh, well we have something for that. You’re not the first pred we’ve had stay with us for a night. We know what can help you digest such a big meal.” The woman said getting closer and rubbing the bottom part of her stomach before leaning against it. “We got some of those pills for digestion. The ones that help you metabolize all that flesh, they do make you gain a lot of the weight tho. Not sure if you’d want it for that.” The lead singer smiled as she went to a mini fridge and pulled out a comically large liquid pill. Venus’ eyebrow raised as she looked at it, and she looked down at her gut. “Will I get twice the food as I have in my belly right now?” She asked looking at the pill then at the woman, the lead singer nodded enthusiastically. 
“Maybe even three times the prey, we have all sorts of people coming over. Preds, prey, monsters, anything your gluttonous belly desires to digest. It’s out there waiting to come talk to us.” As she finished, Venus grabbed the pill and bit it allowing the liquid inside to burst in her mouth before swallowing it. The taste was awful and she scrunched her face but as it reached her stomach she saw the effects immediately. Her stomach went from squirming and visible bodies pushing out, to rounder and less squirming, to a nice fat belly with no squirming at all. She felt her thighs, ass, boobs, and arms swell as fat accumulated on them quickly and she burst out of her clothing. Her bra hung on for dear life as her belly burst out of her shirt and her pants tore. Belching loudly she rubbed her belly and her stomach immediately whined and growled loudly, begging to be fed.
“Beautiful.” The lead singer spoke, rubbing her large belly and pushing her body against it. “Well you’ll be gorging yourself one at a time. They’ll be going quickly so make sure to eat quickly, we don’t want them figuring out what's happening until they're already in that big belly you got.” She said pushing it slightly causing it to jiggle and her belly responded with a low grumble. Venus’ mouth started to water and the lead singer seemed to be get the memo as she walked off.
Indeed it wasn’t long before the first poor soul wandered into Venus’ hands. The large pred had positioned herself perfectly to be hidden behind their piled up boxes, as the young woman turned the corner. Venus clamped her mouth around her head and sucked her into her mouth quickly. As she swallowed another turned the corner, bending down she slurped her up as well head first. Only a short scream came from the woman before she was too far down her throat for it to be heard. Drooling slightly from the flavor she waited for, more and more prey began to make their way into her belly. She had to eventually move to all fours to support her belly’s ever swelling size. But finally, a much larger meal finally wandered around. A giant of her size with a belly full of recently eaten prey. Venus had to act quickly as she grabbed his head and shoved him into her throat, pinning his arms like last time she shoved him down her throat. Feeling her throat be blocked by his large size she moaned a bit louder than she wanted before swallowing him loudly. His feet barely disappeared into her mouth before a group of people turned the corner and saw her as her belly swelled massively. It nearly pushed some of the boxes over as he began to struggle, the same sickening crunching from the previously devoured prey could be heard. Turning to look at them as they tried running, she grabbed them and shoved all four into her mouth.
 Swallowing them roughly, her eyes watered with the strain but the pleasure of the bodies squirming. She had to cover her mouth to prevent the noise from escaping. Thankfully she had eaten the only group who had heard her lustful moans. More and more prey began to fill her bottomless pit of a belly. She was laying on her back by the time another large prey entered her sights. Her belly nearly reached the edge of the piled up boxes to hide her, it was another large giant man. Without realizing it he had stepped into her mouth, thankfully for her he wasn’t wearing any shoes. She sat up slightly as she began to swallow him, holding his mouth shut with her hand and pushing him down into her throat. He was struggling violently but she didn’t care as she pushed him deeper and deeper. Before only his hands could be seen poking out of her mouth before a final swallow sent him into her belly.
Even after that still more was shoved into her belly, with each swallow her stomach was swelling to an enormous size. The squirming was minimal now with the amount of prey shoved inside, but she could see every outline of the bodies. She was already full in fact she was full two times over but more and more people kept being sent into her gut. Until finally, the last meal was swallowed up. Her belly by this final point touched the ceiling, a mix of prey could be seen, some are half digested, some are bones, others are fresh meat. Either way she had reached her limit and was panting heavily barely able to breathe from the weight. As she sat up slowly, her belly spread out over her legs and started gurgling and churning. Venus watched as she saw the digestion process begin more violently now, and the four band members walked over to her. “Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t burst.” The lead singer said with a smile and she gently touched her belly feeling one of the bodies. “I’m glad, maybe you can stick around and get really fat with us huh? Would you want to eat like that every week?” She asked, Venus turned a sleepy look towards her as the other band mates approached.
“I would. I loved this.” She groaned patting her massive gut, but she was waiting for them to get closer. These people, who had fed her so much she wanted them to be digested in her belly too. She wanted to feel them stuffed into her, force them into her belly if she had to but she wanted them in there. As the other three members got within arms reach she grabbed them, they were so small in her hands. “Hey put them down!” The woman called out as Venus brought them up to her mouth. Smiling down at the lead singer, she shook her head. Swallowing the bassist first she took her time forcing them to watch as she disappeared into her throat and her form could be seen pushing up between her boobs. Then the other two she swallowed at the same time, pushing them right next to the bassist. The lead singer was shocked and couldn’t turn to run in time before Venus caught her. Tearing her clothes off the giantess licked her lips.
“I think I’m going to give you a much better time than them before you get to join them.” Venus smiled and brought her up to her mouth, licking her pussy. It was soaking wet and the flavor was delicious, sucking and licking as gently as she could. She heard the moaning from the lead singer, using her tongue to rub her clit she heard her cum. As she did she placed her in her mouth and swallowed her slowly, feeling her slide down her throat. Before finally her belly swelled with her last meal, belching loudly she rubbed her huge gut. Her eyes were heavy, but her body was too large for her to move. Eventually, with the squirming and the flavor of the lead singer still on her tongue she fell asleep as the long digestion process began. Venus knew it would take a couple days before all of them melted into fat on her body. But she was excited to see how large she would swell afterwards.
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ask-team-misfit · 10 months ago
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(blueespeon) Teiji @ Pikavee
Pikavee, if I may ask, how exactly did you end up meeting your human? Perhaps this may be a bit too personal for you, but would you mind telling?
I understand if you want to get back to him, considering I myself have a human as well, but I am curious about how you met your trainer.
[ @blueespeon ]
Pikavee: “You want to know how I met my human? I don’t mind telling you about it. We met in the woods.”
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Pikavee: “M-my memory’s fuzzy about why I was there, but that’s where he was the night he found me.”
Lief said nothing to all of this, again crossing his arms where he stood. But despite his usual disinterest in humans, he found himself glancing over to listen in anyways.
Perhaps the premise by itself of where Pikavee came from before happening upon humans was intriguing enough.
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Pikavee: “It’s really nothing bad. I look back on it fondly. B-but if anything sounds confusing, or weird at all…”
She trailed off as she heard it again–the earlier noise that was too faint to identify. It sounded a little louder, or at least, she thought it did. But she still wasn’t entirely sure what she was hearing.
She focused on Teiji again, and ultimately decided against finishing her previous statement. Her smile turned apologetic as she tried not to dwell on it too much.
Pikavee: “First, he threw something at me, and…”
That night, a little over a year ago…
Before the Twileon realized it, her entire being was sucked inside that pokeball. The capture device dropped to the ground soon after.
The human who had spotted her, and had only then attempted to catch her, slowly came out in the open with a look of bewilderment still on his face.
He’d been nearby investigating something else entirely; a terrible incident that occurred at his old place of work. What he didn’t expect was to become sidetracked with what he found and follow the trail here, towards a hybrid Eeveelution gigantic in size.
Now that same Pokemon was within his pokeball.
Before he could get much closer, he winced and shielded his face as the pokeball burst. The wilderness was briefly awash in crimson light as the giantess reappeared.
He paused, and looked up to meet her in the eye. He tried not to make sudden movements.
She was shaking in terror, her eyes locked onto him. The rubble and debris that was previously stuck in her fur now lie scattered on the ground.
He noticed how many cuts and bruises the debris had covered up. The most troubling detail to him were the splotches on the lower part of her body that looked like blood.
The pokeball was in pieces. Crackling around the shards like static electricity were a series of red sparks.
Pikavee: “I do remember being scared of him. I just froze when I saw him there, looking at me.”
Very slowly, he moved again. He took one step forward.
The Twileon winced in response and shut her eyes, which made him pause his approach.
Pikavee: “I was scared of hurting him, I think… I’m not sure why else I would freeze like that. He didn’t even try to hurt me. Instead, he offered me food.”
She opened her eyes again only as she began to smell something sweet. Where the human once stood was a bundle of enlarged pokebeans in its place.
He was now further back, a reassuring smile on his face.
??: “That’s the biggest we’ve got, I’m afraid… but you’re hungry, right? Go on, have some.”
Nervously and hesitantly, the Twileon sniffed the beans. She licked them up to eat, trying to ignore that he was watching.
Pikavee: “Th-they were really tasty… and he kept giving me more of them. He led me to his home, and–”
Lief: “Seriously? You fell for that?”
Pikavee looked at Lief with surprise. She didn’t expect him to really listen, let alone become invested.
But Lief was staring back at her like he really was dealing with a sheltered, naive person of questionable maturity.
Lief: “You let the guy woo you into following him because he had food? Not even I’m that desperate. That’s aside the gajillion questions I have about this story.”
He paused only to stuff his face with another berry he was eating.
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Lief: “If you ask me? Should’ve stayed wild, Missy. Would’ve saved both of us some heartache.”
He grumbled the last part with a huff.
Pikavee sighed, averting her eyes from him. She tried to pay little mind to what he just said, particularly that last bit.
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Pikavee: “A-anyway. He um… he led me to his home, and introduced himself.”
??: “You can call me Lychee. Technically it’s Professor Lychee, but these days I don’t feel very much like a doctor… heh.”
The human currently stood before the giantess. The giantess listened to his every word, lying flat on her belly and watching his face.
Curiosity plain in his face and voice, he continued speaking to her.
Professor Lychee: “But you. Where did you come from? Surely not from that lab that was destroyed…”
The mention of the incident brought forth a powerful fear in her, enough to make her sit up abruptly.
Having initially flinched away with shock, he watched as her wide eyes began to brim with tears.
Her breathing turned sharp and rapid. The fur on her tail stood on end. 
Soon it was as if she wasn’t looking at him anymore.
Professor Lychee: “H-hey, hey. Can you hear me–?”
Pikavee: “Um. This part is also kind of fuzzy… I remember him asking me something. According to him, I fainted all of a sudden.”
Pikavee: “I-I just, sort of… w-woke up to him looking at me with worry.”
Back in the present, Pikavee was looking down at her paws. Though she had willingly recounted what she could remember to Teiji, her worry about how this turn of events may have come across to the Espeon, Lief and gods forbid anyone else that overheard, was plain as her large size.
That is, before she tried to end it off on a lighter note.
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Pikavee: “B-but, we lived together ever since. I’m glad to have met him…”
pknerd-chimera asked: (@pokege-ne-project ; Neo-Ka) Overhearing this was interesting, but... "Hold on, ya said that human's s'posed to be one of those labcoats, right?" The second to last word held some venom in the Eevee's voice. "Ya sure t'human wasn't hidin' anything from ya? How t'hell do ya manage t'avoid fights, otherwise?" When labcoats did something weird like that, there's always a reason. At least, Neo-Ka was convinced of the trainer's bad intentions, despite contrary evidence.
[ @pokege-ne-project ]
The spite in Neo-Ka’s voice shook what little confidence Pikavee had on the matter. She couldn’t look the Eevee in the eyes.
In fact, she couldn’t look anyone in the eyes anymore. Her tails curled close to her body as she flattened herself further against the ground in a useless attempt to appear small.
Pikavee: “I-I’m sure… um, I think I’m sure…”
Lief: “You think?”
Lief, who has previously just been watching her, now spoke up with a similarly suspicious tone.
Pikavee: “H-he doesn’t say much about his old job. Not to me…”
This, however, was a half-truth.
Professor Lychee: “S-so that’s what happened…?”
She wasn’t directly told. But she didn’t need to be–she overheard.
Professor Lychee: “Entro Tech… what have you done? It’s little wonder this Pokemon is so terrified of people.”
Even though she slept outside and could only hear so much of what went on indoors, she figured out the man had a disdain for something called “Entro Tech”.
It stuck out in her mind ever since she heard it.
It made her think of the dreams she would have at night. Of the assortment of questions she always had deep down about herself, and how badly she wanted the answer to those questions.
But these thoughts were ones that brought on a lot of pain…
Lief: “Are you sure he doesn’t, Missy?”
Pikavee murmured low after a long pause. She hid her face in her paws.
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Pikavee: “Y-you’ll just think it's weird…”
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fairytale-poll · 1 year ago
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ROUND 2! MATCH 5 OUT OF 8
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Into the Woods:
Aside from giving her several good songs, the plot of the musical explores the lessons she takes away from her adventure and continues past her "Happily Ever After." Her new found maturity is represented by her giving away her riding hood and replacing it with the pelt of the big bad wolf. (And she begins carrying a cartoonishly large knife for self defense.)
She wears the Wolf's fur as a coat after her grandma kills him. She gives her cloak to the Baker to help him. She's a badass. She's only a kid. She taunts Jack into going up the beanstalk again.
She's just a feral child tbh. One of her lines in THE VERY FIRST SONG, delivered totally casually, is "into the woods, to bring some bread to granny who is sick in bed! Never can tell what lies ahead, for all that I know, she's already dead!" Everyone else gets a major life change by the end of Act I - Cinderella goes from being a maid to a princess, the baker and his wife have a child, and Jack goes from being poor to being rich - and Little Red just goes from being a feral child to being a feral child WITH A KNIFE, which she constantly brandishes in Act II! And she gets a cool wolfskin cloak to boot. She also goes through Trauma and Losing Her Family in Act II. Poor meowmeow. She has a sweet tooth too and on the way to Granny's house she eats half the loaf of bread and all of the MANY sweets she has in her basket... so silly. She also has AUTISTIC SWAG!! Constantly misses social cues, super bouncy and excited! Basically she's just the ultimate scrunkly and you should all vote for her
She’s so cool and sings cool songs :)
(Spoilers) Bratty little girl who has no value of life in Act 1, forced to reckon with the consequences of everyone's selfish actions as a mourning and vengeful Giantess widow tears through the land in Act 2.
The most iconic little shit. I love her. Has a knife and laughs while threatening people off with it. Allowed to be more than just naïve. 10/10.
the movie is SO SUCKS and she is SO BADASS i love her. please please i'm begging you use the stage musical version instead of the movie
SHES SO GREAT like ohmygod first of all she’s written in such a real way? like she’s not completely helpless just cause she’s a little girl but she’s also not a cold unfeeling girlboss just cause she has a knife (unless you’re watching the movie but the movie sucks). she acts like a kid would really act in these situations. it’s a little depressing to think about cause it’s so widespread for media not to do this, but for all the shallow, surface level girlbossery in modern media, it’s refreshing to see that sondheim treated the women in his art like people. they didn’t have to be held to any sort of standard just by nature of being women. they are just themselves.
She's got really awesome songs + she's just a hungry little girl who wants some food and also to go see her grandmother. We get to see her process grief and learn how to be on her own and then we get to see her learn that she doesn't have to be alone because "no one is alone". We see her grow from a naive little girl to a girl who lashes out at everything so she doesn't end up in danger again into a girl who wants to look out for and be there for people because they are alone just like she was and she doesn't want them to have to feel like she did. Also she has a knife and she's not afraid to use it. Her first cape is somewhat magical and is used in a potion to reverse a curse and give this couple a baby and then her second cape is really cool and made out of the skins of the wolf. She group effort helped kill a giant through gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing. (and also in my opinion the wolf-grandma-little red cottage scene is one of if not the funniest scenes in the show) [also Into the Woods is amazing & I love it & my best friend played little red]
Tweenage girl with a lot of anger. There is no stronger force on this earth
she's classic little red but she's a lot more cool she got a knife from her grandmother after the wolf incident and she wears the skin of the wolf she also interacts with other fairy tale characters and uhm she's very much a little girl with a knife she's perfect
Edgar w.bg would want you to vote for ItW
Original Fairytale:
The girl, the myth, the legend. The one who started it all. She skips into the forest with head held high, unknowing of the wolf and the many, many retellings of her story. Something, something, puberty, something, something, men are wolves. Just let my girl wear her red cape and be on her way to Granny's, please and thank you.
I feel like in a lot of modern adaptations they get lost in making Red Riding Hood more a girlboss who fights back or making her secretly (or not secretly) the real wolf or having her and the wolf be love interests, they lose a lot of what made the original fairytale so good. AND SO CHILLING! We have been told this story so often since childhood we can forget how frightening it can really be. A lost young girl, punished for the follies of childhood. I also think that even in the "happy" endings when the huntsman saves her there is this sense that she will never be the same. Her childhood is over. And that's haunting! The horrors of unprotected innocence.
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roses-hrt-diary · 11 months ago
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MONTH 4
This last month has been a doozy, lemme tell ya, for so many different reasons. First of all, I finally got myself charging, and oh god, it feels so good. I can just feel the electricity pulsing throughout my body, and it's just so amazing. And after not too long, well, I can basically play whatever I want now! The quality's not that great, unfortunately, but it's good enough that everyone knows what I mean, and I can play all sorts of stuff like songs and sound effects and other voices! And it's not just the speakers, either! There's a computer developing in the space of my brain, and so far, I can do some cool stuff! I actually managed to get it to start running both Pong and Snake, which is really fun and exciting! In addition, since my body doesn't need to maintain as much of itself, I haven't felt myself nearly as hungry as before. I called my doctor and she said that I might find myself only eating 2 meals a day, which is SUPER cool. Also! My joints have been replaced with gears, and you can hear them turning whenever I move my arm >_<.
Oh, and I also got taller and stronger, as usual. My girlfriend is officially the weaker one in our relationship, ehehehe. It's sooo cute watching this strong girl be absolutely crushed by my overpowering strength. She warned me that if this keeps up, she might start taking Giantess HRT someday, which would definitely be a little fun, hehehe. But no matter how much taller she gets, my strength simply won't be matched. My girlfriend is exceptionally strong - meaning soon enough, I'll be so strong that no human could ever dream of taking me down.
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