needs some shrinking, obviously.

Okay ❤

Oh my, there’s not often enough renders from the giant’s POV. I love those! Helps me imagine what I would see and my mind spirals from there…

I agree there isn’t much from the POV of the giant, so when I make scenes I usually also try to do POV angles from the giants and the tinies. I’ve found the latter is more popular since it lets people embody really the tiny, but I do have a fondness of the giant’s perspective looking down at the little people below them.

@tiny-ivy

This is fantastic! I agree with foreverlurk about the POV, but the tiny’s POV is so great as well, I love how she’s hiding and the giant POV can’t actually see her – but clearly she can see his boot very clearly. Really brings home the scale, when you can’t see someone at all, but they can clearly see you.

I really enjoy the comparison in perspectives between the giants and the tinies. The tiny’s POV makes the giant look big while the giant’s POV makes the giant feel big. To me, it gives both angles a unique experience even though it’s still the same scene.

I’d love to hear y’alls feedback and thoughts on this!

Summary: Being stuck with the Avatar Of Sloth has been a breeze so far! You’ve survived Vore day with zim unscathed–until ze goes to sleep.

Featuring: NB Giant/Tiny Reader, Oral Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Unwilling Prey, Unaware/Sleeping Pred, Vore Day

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Sure, you’d been transported to hell. But soon, you’ll be back on Earth for sure.

The deal they gave you was simple: survive seven days with one of the Avatars Of Sin, and then, your freedom would be granted to you. You chose the Avatar Of Sloth for this challenge, because you figured such a fellow would be pretty easy to live with.

And so far, you’ve been right! Sure, Sloth shrunk you down a bit—you now stand at five inches tall—but other than that, it’s been a breeze! You’re now on Day 3, and even though it’s Vore Day, the Avatar has been too busy sleeping to think of any tasks or obstacles for you, nevermind eat you. This’ll be a piece of cake!

You currently reside at a tiny bed on a table, next to where Sloth is sitting. The demon settled into a bean bag chair to “relax”, but now, ze’s snoring away. You smile and prepare to sleep yourself. But then, you hear it.

“Ungh. . . Food. . .”

You sit up and turn to Sloth. The Avatar has talked in zir sleep a few times now. Seems like ze’s doing it again. . .

“Sloth?” you call out, watching the demon with a mix of awe and confusion. “Are you ok?”

“Hungry. . .” the avatar mumbles in zir sleep. “So hungry. . .”

Without warning, zir hand crashes down in your direction—and before you know it, zir large, metal fingers have closed around your body! You yelp in surprise, trying to get out of this. “Sloth, come on, let g—”

As you turn to the demon, what you see makes you freeze. The tired avatar has zir mouth open very, /very/ wide—and the hand holding you is heading right towards it! You start to panic and fight even more, crying out, “Sloth, please! WAKE UP!”

But the demon is still asleep, and zir hand is rushing towards zir hungry maw. And then, in one smooth motion, ze’s palm slams into zir open mouth, throwing you between zir lips. Shit!

You land on Sloth’s fat, slobbery tongue, which immediately gets to work licking you up. You cry out as it tastes you, aggressively sucking the flavor out of your body with every lick. It presses you against zir cheek, then tosses you to the other side, treating you like a simple piece of meat. A squirming one, but meat nonetheless.

“LET ME OUT!” you manage to scream as you’re tasted. By now you’re absolutely covered in spit and drool; your entire body is soaked with the stuff. It drips off your skin in waves, and just when you think you’re rid of it, that tongue comes again, and covers you once more.

You thrash, panicked, and try to go towards Sloth’s open lips, scrambling to escape this nightmare. But then, zir mouth suddenly closes, trapping you within. After that, you are sampled once more by the hungry demon, and a small, satisfied, “Mmmmmm,” echoes around zir maw.

“Come on Sloth, WAKE UP!” you shout. “T-This isn’t funny! You have to GET UP and—AUGH!”

You are interrupted as the tongue shoves you backwards, and you feel your feet dangling over an open area—/fuck/, that has to be the demon’s throat! “No no NO!” you cry, scrambling to try and escape. “Don’t swallow, PLE—”

A strong /gulp/ interrupts your plea, and your legs are wrenched into the strong grip of Sloth’s esophagus, trapping them inside. Fear threatens to overtake you, but you try one more time. “WAKE UP!” you beg Sloth. “PLEASE WAKE UP!”

“Food. . .” the Avatar mumbles. Ze’s clearly still asleep—fuck! “Need food. . .”

“I’M NOT FOOD!” you screech. “DON’T EAT ME, JUST—”

/Gulp!/

A final swallow sucks claims the rest of you, and then, you’re stuck in zir throat. The esophagus squeezes around your small body as you slip deeper. Down, down you go, for what feels like forever, until forever ends and you’re spat into the growling belly.

You land face-first in a pile of mushy, disgusting chyme, something that smells like rotten cabbage. You manage to sit up in the pile as you adjust to your new surroundings. Below you the stomach is churning, making it impossible to sit still in here as it breaks down the food beneath you. All around, the gut growls, and liquid drips from its rubbery walls. You reach out, and find you can touch the boundaries of the stomach.

So you reach out and bang on them, as hard as you can. “HELP!” you cry. “SLOTH, WAKE UP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You slip a few times, thanks to the moving floor, but for a few long moments you hit the wall, hoping to get Sloth’s attention, praying ze will wake up.

But nothing happens—there’s no reaction from zem whatsoever. You collapse against the broken-down food beneath you. Is that your fate, to be ground up and digested too? Your heart pounds in fear at the notion.

The gut lets out a loud grumble, and then, juices start to rain down. A moment later, your form is covered in the stuff, gooey liquids that make your skin feel slightly tingly. Oh fuck . . . are these digestive acids? Shit, shit, SHIT!

You go back to the walls of the belly and try again. “PLEASE, SLOTH!” you beg. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” You hit harder and scream louder, hoping for an escape. You don’t want to die in this stomach, as a little piece of food!

But there is still no response from the sleeping Avatar. Just as you prepare to try again, a new round of digestive enzymes pours onto your body, making everything feel tingly and melty and /wrong/. You feel weak and tired, and you fall on your knees, completely unable to get the energy to stand up. You can hear your heartbeat, and your breathing gets louder, more panicked. Are you really going to die like this?

. . . Apparently so. The gut groans loudly and releases more juices upon you, sapping your strength away even more. With each passing second, you can feel yourself slipping away. You’re going to lose the deal. . . What will happen to you now? You shudder, wondering what the demons of hell might do to you. . .

You close your eyes, giving into your weakened body’s cries, and a moment later, you black out. The stomach lets out a gleeful gurgle, and a moment later, acids rain down on you as digestion truly begins. . .

Guess you didn’t survive Vore Day after all.

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Sloth blinks and lets out a big yawn. Ze sits up from on the beanbag chair, and turns to where you were sleeping. But you’re not there. Huh, that’s strange. . .

The Avatar frowns, wondering where you went—and then, a loud /BUUUUURP/ leaves zir lips. Ze can taste a familiar flavor on zir tongue, and a moment later, ze realizes it is the taste of you.

Looking down, Sloth sees a new layer of pudge has formed on zir belly, visible evidence of the mark you’ve made on zim. “I gotta stop sleep-eating like this,” ze mumbles, letting out a tired sigh. “Oh well. Seems like they were tasty though. . .”

With a shrug, the Avatar goes off to face the day. You ended up as zir food, and made quite a tasty Vore Day snack.

Now that you lost the deal, hell will have quite a fun time with you . . . but that’s a story for another day.

HH1

The Plan

Daisy creeped along behind the baseboard. Their plan was risky, no Bruns had dared tried anything like it. If she had another idea on how to get food she would have voiced it before now. She nervously ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. Her mother used to stroke her head when she got scared so this helped smooth her some.

Tulip advised, “This isn’t a good idea,” as they reached the door behind the human’s dresser.

Lily sighed and growled, “Sure it is. He’ll get what he clearly wants while we’ll get food which we desperately need. Sure, we’ll have to debase ourselves some. But once we climb upon it he’ll be clay in your hands.”

Rose shushed them and requested, “Only squeak talk till we have him tied down.” Squeak was a language Bruns used if there was any chance a human would hear. It was easy to avoid traps for mice. And no mice made Brun life easier. What wasn’t easy was finding a way to convince a human why there were little voices in their walls.

Tulip and Lily gave each other argumentative looks then nodded and started towards the towering bed. They were silent as they ran across the human’s bedroom floor.

Daisy looked at her new family. Each one from a different neighboring house. Each left their family for the same reason, their fathers offered their hands in marriage to unsavory Brun men. Tulip and herself were banished for outright refusing to accept their picked out husbands. Rose snuck away before the agreement was complete. Lily wouldn’t say, just her father picked a bad man. Daisy and the others wondered if the blood on her clothes had anything to do with her leaving her house. It wasn’t hers since her only injuries she had when they met were bruising around her wrists and neck.

Rose seemed to take charge, she was a little taller then Daisy being five inches and six lines to Daisy’s five and two lines. Her hair was a rich dark red color she kept tired back in two puffy pigtails. Her family were grass harvesters and the sun exposure had left freckles along her cheeks and upper breasts.

Lily was more daring, risking being spotted when they first got to the house as they had almost no food left after such a hard trip. She was the tallest at nearly six inches tall. Unlike Daisy and the other two Lily’s skin was a light brown color and her hair was long black she tied back in a tight braid down her back. Her length, especially her legs, helped her be their best climber.

Tulip was five and a half inches tall with rich brown hair. She was built for nursing as her breasts were pump and pillowy. Daisy kept secret how much she wanted to rest her head on them while Tulip patted her hair saying it would all be all right. Tulip was more cautious than Lily, but brave in her own ways. She was also well taught in healing herbs and cooking. Talents they were glad to have in this new life.

For those reasons Daisy felt like a burden to her friends. Not agile and tall like Lily. Not knowledgeable and inviting as Tulip. Not as clear minded and clever as Rose. They didn’t say so but she often wondered if they saw her short, untrained, and less inviting presence as a burden.

The four of them had to travel for a day to reach this house. Once they got in they carefully looked for any Brun homes. Finding only a couple abandoned places they claimed the house as their own. And since it was such a dangerous distance from the other human houses they figured they wouldn’t be discovered for a very long time if ever.

The multi-level human building had one human living in it. A male. Daisy didn’t know how old he was as human’s overly large faces were confusing. Lily didn’t think he looked too old. In fact, since the first day she saw the human naked she seemed to have gained a curiosity about him. Or possibly just his huge human penis. Often they would find her using a nail hole to watch him undress.

That’s how they discovered his interest in Brun sized women. Lily read over his shoulder the stories he looked up on what was called The Internet. To Daisy the human’s interests sounded dangerously perverse. Even the way Lily breathlessly described them. It was in that same breathless tone Lily had suggested this plan of exchange service for food.

The four of them hadn’t had much issue getting food when they first arrived. The human man often had bags of nuts and boxes of cereals. He even used to leave a bowl of fresh fruit on the counter, a delectable treat for them. But one day he put the bowl into the impossible to open refrigerator. The nuts and cereals went into sealing plastic containers. The traps told them why the change, their gathering runs he mistaken for rodents.

They reached the bed and made the easy climb towards the mattress he slept upon. Warm weather had him sleeping above his blankets, otherwise they couldn’t attempt Lily’s plan. It was as simple as it was dangerous. With ropes and gathered pins they would bound him to his bed. When the human awoke he wouldn’t be able to move. They would offer to strip naked and climb upon his penis to rub themselves against it till he was pleased if he agreed to leave out a bowl of food for them to gather from when he left for whatever human’s did outside their houses.

Lily seemed a little too excited to offer the exchange. Daisy had to agree with Tulip it was a touch dangerous. But their dwindling supplies were making their situation more and more desperate. Rose had made the decision saying, “There is no reward without risk. And since we need a big reward we have to risk it.”

They crested the mattress and looked upon the sleeping giant. If he was tall or short for a human man Daisy didn’t know. He wasn’t ugly in the face, it was just too large for Daisy’s liking. Or hairy, he had what human’s called a beard. Hair about his cheeks and around his mouth filled with different colors like brown, red, and gray. Which was odd since he removed the hair from the top of his head. His chest raised and lowered in a steady pattern of a deeply sleeping human. Even sleeping Daisy found him terrifying.

Rose spoke using squeak, “OK, you know the plan, limbs first especially the arms. Then we’ll tie his chest good and tight before we wake him.”

Lily squeaked back a touch excitedly, “Maybe one of us should slip into his sleep clothes. Light attention should keep him relaxed and sleeping. Then he’d be less likely to be angry at waking up tired if he’s aroused.”

Rose squeaked back, “No. Tired down first. If he awakes before we can secure him you’ll have no way to escape quickly from inside his short pants.”

Lily’s squeaked tone was clearly disappointed, “Yes, you’re right. Let’s get him tied down.”

They raced towards the closest arm and started their work. Pins, tacks, and other pointy objects were pounded into the blankets and mattress using soft head hammers that they had crafted. Then they tied gathered strings, twine, and weaved grass ropes to the hammered in posts to keep that arm, and more importantly the hand, from reaching for them if he woke up.

They worked quickly then dashed over to the other arm. They had to split up as lines had to be tossed over his thick massive legs. Lily was brave, insisted on being on the inside of the legs. Rose chose to join her as both sides needed two Brun. The inside of the legs was the more dangerous area, if he shifted in his sleep before they were restrained Lily and Rose could have been pinned or crushed to death. Despite the natural fear of being this close to a human they had his legs tired down.

Carefully they used the waistband of his short pants to climb up onto her round belly. The floor that was his chest stretching before Daisy was hard to understand. How could a creature built the same as Brun have a chest they could literally picnic upon?

Lily gasped and Daisy thought followed Rose and Tulip’s own as they looked up towards the human’s face. But he was still asleep. Then Lily squeaked, “You think it’s ridged like that because he knows we’re here?”

The three of them turned to see part of his short pants lifted from within. A tree like post was standing within. Daisy felt a warm fear looking at the thick penis easily twice even Lily’s height. She wanted to flee from its presence while wondering if its thick human skin was smooth or rough. The thought if the human man agreed to the trade she would have to climb upon it and wiggle along it naked left her mind numbing scared. Let the idea of playing along its thickness also brought a strange warmth from her loins.

Rose started, “We should.” Then she stopped and switched to squeak, “We should finish tying him down before we go in there.”

Tulip added in squeak, “Only if he agrees to our suggestion.”

Rose nodded and squeaked in agreement, “Yes, if we can’t get what we need from him. We can’t give him what he will likely want.”

They were a bit slower getting lines over his chest. One reason was they had to step light and slow so as not to wake him. Another reason was that the tower of manhood loomed just a short walk away and kept drawing all their eyes. They did speed up some when it yielded and laid back down. Still knowing it lingered just under the fabric of the short pants made Daisy both nervous and curious.

They finally finished. They looked at his sleeping face for a minute before Rose squeaked, “Lily, do you want to try to wake him.”

Lily looked down his tall body then nodded with a strange glow to her eyes. She took one step when a deep yawn escaped the behemoth of a man. His arms shifted and all the pins and tacks they put in so tightly pinged and popped out from the fabric that once held them.

Rose squeaked, “Run!”

The four of them lightly stepped to the edge of his chest and leaped to the soft landing below. They were in luck as the human man pulled his arms up over his head to stretch. This gave them a clear quick path to the space between the bed and the wall. As they dashed they heard the pins and such around his legs failing while he simply arching freed his chest.

They were hidden between bed and wall when the human man spoke, “What the hell?” They could tell by his shadows he was looking about. Fear filled Daisy, if he looked between the bed and wall he would discover them. And with only a long fall to a very hard wooden floor as their only escape they were completely trapped. He then gasped, “Oh shit, did someone break in and tried to tie me down while I was sleeping?”

Daisy struggled but managed to hold in a gasp that wanted to escape when the human rolled off the bed and the mattress resettled. The sound of him grabbing something very heavy then they watched as he left the room carrying a massive wooden club human’s used for some kind of play.

Rose looked at them and squeaked, ”We have to get back into the walls.”

Lily squeaked the question, “What about the food we need?”

Rose waved that away and squeaked, “We have enough for a few days. Hopefully we’ll figure something out before we run out. Let’s go.”

They worked their way over to one of the bed’s legs and climbed down quickly. With the human man’s footsteps heading down stairs they risked dashing across the open bedroom floor to reach the only wall entrance in this room. Daisy felt better being under the dresser. They slipped the boards open and slipped into the safety of the wall with Lily closing it tight behind them.

Lily looked at them and advised, “I’m going to track him. This will be bad if he figures out Brun tried to tie him down.”

Tulip nodded, “Agreed, I’ll come with you.” They dashed towards the closest way down to the lower level.

As they walked towards their home Daisy had to ask, “If we can’t do Lily’s plan how are we going to get food?”

Rose sighed and replied honestly, “I don’t know.”

Daisy wondered, “You don’t think Lily will expose herself to him in the hopes of trading pleasure for food do you?”

Rose shook her head, “No, Lily is curious about the man’s body but she’s not stupid. She knows a human is more likely to squash a Brun then listen. That is why we needed him restrained.”

Daisy offered, “If we got long twigs from outside we could trip the mouse traps and take the food from them. It isn’t much but it would be something.”

Rose turned and smiled at her and repeated, “It would be something. Once the human leaves for the outside we’ll discuss that plan with the others.”

Daisy felt good giving them an option. Though as they walked she realized tripped traps might make the human think the imagined mouse problem was even worse. He might switch from traps to poison. She felt bad again, if he did that they would be right back into their desperate situation again.

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