Giantess world flattery will get you nowhere
"Well?" she said angrily, staring down at him with her arms crossed. "Do you care to explain yourself?"
He was just about two inches tall. She had found him in her yogurt, naked of course.
Looking up at her, he gave his answer, "I want to be eaten by you. To be your food. To feed you."
"Uh, what?" she said. "Why? And why me?"
"I've always wanted to do it," he said, "and I chose you because you're the most beautiful woman I've eve seen."
Blushing, she said, "Flattery'll get you nowhere, buddy."
"I mean it!" he said.
"Really?"
The Fujiwara couple returned. It wasn't clear where they went, as they were mostly talking in Japanese when they got back. As Mr. Fujiwara went retrieve his tiny, his wife came to my box, bent her face over me, and smiled, brushing aside some strands of ink-black hair from her face. She was wearing a green-and-blue blouse that was a favorite of hers. As she bent over, the neckline revealed the gentle slope of her cleavage. "You've been working out," she said, biting her lip.
Mr. Fujiwara came over and exchanged a few words with her. Mrs. Fujiwara turned back to me. "We're going to the doctor for a checkup," she said. "I want to bring you along. It'll be fun to go someplace." She beamed at me and lowered her tree-trunk fingers down for me to climb on. I stared up at the two giants, and I tumbled on my rear as she lifted her massive hand. I felt a wave of vertigo as I saw their huge faces get bigger. "In you go," she said, sliding me into her cleavage.
During the car ride, I kept sliding down deeper into her warm breasts. The yellow flesh enveloped me, stifling my breathing, but she kept giggling and pulling me up again. Soon, she just set me in her purse, as she didn't want to
Posted by u/Huck_scheme
[Heyo! How is everyone doin? Hope you all are enjoying all the great stories! Okay, so this story is a little weird. Basically it's written by my victim but just as he was about to post it I shrunk him and am gonna add my commentary to it, isn't that exciting!? So, yeah. I might make a few teaks here and there too, but please enjoy the show!]
Oh God, please, PLEASE read this! I'm begging you, if you don't... she'll... she'll... I don't want to think about it [well you should, cuz I'm gonna be rough with you little man]. Just, please read and comment, share it so as many people see this as possible! Please, my life depends on it! [Everyone needs to see this!]
Okay... I'll have to start at the beginning for any of this shit to make any sense, but if I remember I'll put a TLDR at the bottom. So, I may not be the most honest of people [am a total asshole] but I'm not a bad guy. Like, I con some people [take advantage of good people] to make a living, I just kinda fell into it and had a talent for it [have no real conscience], but I only target rich people [like that makes it better
A tremendous weight fell upon Marcus’ chest, knocking the air out of his lungs and pinning him to his bed. He squirmed rigorously atop his sheets, but he could not change position a muscle below his neck, his arms bound to his side by two slender, supple braces. Gasping for air, he opened his eyes and saw her.
“Good evening, my lovely cushion.” A naked woman sat on his bare chest, her hourglass figure looming over him in the dead of night. Crimson locks cascaded past her devilish smirk, her eyes ablaze with radiant hellfire as she devoured her victim's visage with her gaze. “Did I come at a bad time?” Her sultry voice was laced with identical parts honey and vinegar.
Marcus struggled under her immense weight. The woman stood only a couple inches taller than him, but her ass was heavier than an anvil. Bat wings poked out from her back, and a devil tail protruded from just above her rump, but worst of all were the gaping lips pointed at Marcus' nose. The demon’s womanhood reeked of brimstone, her pearl swollen and hungry.
“It's never … a bad time … when you're around.” Words escaped his throat between each gasp, his voice hoarse thanks to his deflated lungs. He had no decision but to lo
Molly hung the cage from the hangar ceiling. Franklin Morgan sat cowered in his cage instead of catching a glimpse of the newest prisoner.
“Aww, Frankie do you have to be that way? Mr. Matthews was kind enough to bring you a friend,” the giantess known as Molly said in her exaggerated Carolina drawl and pouted her lips.
“You’ve finally broke me, happy now, you enormous bitch!” Franklin yelled and Molly giggled as she hung the cage containing Derek Harper.
“Now there’s the Frankie I’ve come to know and love,” Molly said, giving the little man a smile. “You might recognize your new friend as Calvin Harper’s nephew, Derek Harper.”
Franklin looked at the new occupant of Sven Lindquist’s old cage. Franklin caught sight of the newly evolved Sven recently and realized his right foot wouldn’t even fit in that cage anymore. The new occupant was a shaken up twenty-year old playboy, handsome in that nineteen eighties brat pack sort of way. He wore a heavy quilted down winter coat which made Franklin realize that he wasn’t aware of the time of the year, blu