The Giant Taxi (A Sizegate Story) (Vore, death)
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The Giant Taxi
(A Sizegate Story)
CW: Vore, MC Death, NSFW, Ownership
Credit to Olo for bringing up the idea of spring break vacationers after I brought up the idea of the Sizegate. Got my brain going just in time for Vore day, 8/8.
Sizegate backstory:
For as long as anyone can remember, a stable portal between a giant and a tiny version of earth has existed in an area of the earth you and I know as London, England. The scale between the two worlds is 18:1.
The portal has only ever been large enough for the tiny people to go through. In ancient days, it was the source of the myths of Gods on the tiny side, and Faeries on the giant side.
In the modern era of science and commerce, it is a bustling port, allowing trade in both directions, and tourists to visit from the small side.
This portal, and the neighborhood it’s in on both sides, is now known as Sizegate.
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Chapter 1:
The train platform in London’s glass-covered Paddington Station was sweltering hot, and crowded. A pack of five fit American women in their mid-20’s were standing in the line for a circular, low-ceilinged train. Vanessa, Georgia, Crystal, Mercedes, and Maria weren’t dressed like business commuters, or even like normal American tourists: they were instead decked out in their finest, sequin-covered, club-wear, including spaghetti-strap dresses which could be mistaken for long t-shirts, that barely covered the bottom of their ass-cheeks.
Every man traveling with his wife who glanced their way tried to avert his eyes from the sight.
They had had a good night’s rest in London, and a few drinks already, and were overall, ready to party down, but one of them couldn’t help but bring up a topic that the four bridesmaids had been wondering about their bride, the whole trip over from their home state of Ohio.
“Vanessa, we could have gone anywhere for your bachelorette. You know we’re good for the travel. Why did you pick Bigside?” Georgia asked.
“You can’t say it’s the weather. England is rainy all the time,” Crystal chimed in.
“You’re just getting cold feet because you’ve never been,” Vanessa responded.
“None of us have, including you! Because none of us have a deathwish!” Georgia said.
“Girls. Who is the bride-to-be here?” Vanessa raised her voice, and smacked her high heel on the train station floor. “You all need to get a grip on yourselves. You are such suburban wusses. I lived in New York City for three years. I am not afraid of anything.”
“You were in a luxury apartment,” Mercedes responded, rolling her eyes.
“Come on, you have to have had a special reason to want to go here,” Maria said, pouring the suggestion on thick.
“All aboard, Bigside,” the conductor called out. The girls piled onto the tightly-packed train.
“What do you mean, Maria?” Vanessa responded, icily.
“Don’t think we haven’t noticed that Dave has a whole foot on you,” she responded.
The other three bridesmaids giggled. Vanessa turned scarlet. The normally-confident, smooth-talking, blonde Real Estate Agent started stumbling over her words.
“I’ve just always thought it was – okay so – I just really liked Jack and the Beanstalk as a kid, okay? So it’s been a lifetime dream to meet a giant,” she said.
The bridesmaids started giggling, before Maria guffawed.
“Oh you just want to meet a giant? Like have a little chit-chat?” she teased.
“Yeah, it’s just like, an intellectual interest, okay? It’s no big thing!”
“I don’t know, Vanessa, I’ve heard it’s a pretty huge thing,” Georgia said, holding her hands out in a gesture like she was giving head to a giant dick.
The bridal party absolutely lost it. Maria started crying. Their laughter was so loud, the passengers around them plugged their ears. Vanessa joined in. Her giant fetish being out in the open for the first time was a relief. Just in time for their train ride to take them to meet the real thing.
Once the train passed through the glowing, crackling Sizegate, it entered Bigside. The scenery was a letdown, since the train tracks go straight from the portal into a covered tunnel. But when the women exited the train, they immediately noticed that the floor was shaking. There were constant rumbling sounds coming from above them. The conductor, and most of the tourists, didn’t react.
“First timers?” a chubby Australian tourist asked them, laughing. “Those are giants,” he added. “You get used to it. Sort of.”
“Remember to avoid mixed-size areas except in controlled and certified settings. Please proceed directly to the Giant Taxi Pickup for transport to your next destination. The historic Tiny Tunnels are unmaintained, and mixed street surfaces are not suitable for tinies,” a loudspeaker announcement crackled. “Do your part to make your vacation safer!”
The announcement repeated in 5 more languages, as the bachelorette party walked through more airport-terminal-like tiny-only tunnels, following signs for the Giant Taxi Pickup area.
They came to a long stretch of the Port’s Tiny Tunnel that was constructed out of giant-made bulletproof glass. There was a plaque at the start of it.
“Giant Acclimation Viewing Area
Please take a moment to observe the local inhabitants of Bigside before you proceed to the street.
If this view is too unnerving, return trips on the Sizegate Limited are free of charge, pending proof of a recently-arrived incoming trip. Remember: Do your part to make your vacation safer!
- Sizegate Port Authority”
The five women looked up and gathered sights to mentally connect to the constant rumbling they had been hearing. They had almost convinced their instincts that it was construction noise or The London Underground beneath their feet, but no, the ceaseless earthquakes were from the footsteps of hundreds of giants who were walking to and fro in what looked like a gargantuan version of Paddington Station.
Each of the random passersby giants was the size of a seven-to-ten-story building back home. Any one of them could crush any of them under their feet and not even notice it. Georgia started shaking.
A family of three giants stopped their movement, and looked into the glass tunnel. The son pointed at the group, and said, “Fairies!”
The father and school-aged son moved forward, crouching down.
“No, son, those are tinies,” he corrected. “Fairies are just in the storybooks.”
“But they’re so sparkly,” the kid added.
“Well, they’re pretty tinies,” the dad explained.
The billboard-sized faces of the two giants stared at the women. They stood still out of instinct.
Except for Vanessa, who waved, and stepped forward.
“Aww, he’s just a kid,” she said, singsong.
Out of nowhere, the son slammed on the top of the tunnel. It was so loud, the women were convinced they were about to die, and all of them were knocked to the ground by the vibrations. The thick, giant-made-glass held tight.
“Steven! What are they teaching you at school? It’s seven years bad luck to hurt a Tiny,” the father scolded, and dragged the kid back to the mother. The father looked behind him one last time, and winked at the tiny women, “Especially the pretty ones,” before the family moved on.
Georgia stood up, and vomited. She then gingerly wiped her mouth with a makeup remover wipe, and turned around. She took off her heels and ran as fast as she could towards the return trains to Smallside.
“Love you girls, but fuck this! I’m out!”
(To be continued…)
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@tiny-ivy Oh, I’m really looking forward to the rest of this!
I wonder if Dave even knows where his fiancee has gone. Pretty big competition…
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Chapter 2
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.Not deterred by the vibe-killing party-foul of the most anxious of the bridesmaids, the rest of the bridal party continued their march to the street exit, arm in arm, steps in sync. As soon as the Tiny-sized automatic doors opened, hot, loud air hit the four women, and they staggered back into the quiet of the Tiny Tunnel to put in their earplugs.
“Good thinking with these, Vanessa,” Crystal said.
“This is going to be really intense, but I’m excited,” Mercedes added.
They all hooked their arms once more, and marched forward. The automated doors opened for them again, and the eerie, oversized shapes moving all around them that they had seen in the glass tunnel indoors were now all around them, but louder, darker, and bigger, as unfathomably huge cars and busses were now behind the layers of stomping, giant people. One shoe with a stiletto heel as tall as they were stomped right in front of the women, and they unhooked their arms, scurrying backwards.
“Sorry I missed you, loves!” A giant woman in a navy blue Sizeport uniform and boots said, before shouting to the giants around her, “Mind the slight visitors!” She was holding a bright red stop sign the size of her head, covered in blinking red lights, that she held above the women like a high-up umbrella, marking them as a moral hazard to any giants who were passing by this Tiny Tunnel exit.
“The Certified Giant Taxis are just this way, girls,” she added, and just a few of her steps away, there was a wide, sturdy steel tower that went up to her-chest-level, also covered in blinking red lights. The women ran to the tower under her stop sign, and got in the queue behind dozens of other tiny people of all genders, visiting from around the world. They picked their preferred type of taxi on a kiosk, waited a few more minutes, and then got in an elevator that took them 6 stories up.
“Male taxi, ready,” the giantess with the stop sign announced.
The women left the elevator, and walked a few feet from its door to a second set of sliding doors, which lead to a cushy, carpeted cabin with two rows of four chairs that looked like roller coaster seats covered with leather. The back wall had a black light shining on geometric patterns, but if you counted the open glass doors, the other three walls were all see-through.
“Welcome to your Certified Giant Taxi!” An overly perky woman explained on a video screen on the back wall. “Please buckle up, and stay seated for the whole journey! The red lights you see above you are video cameras, for your safety! The giant you’re riding on today is also equipped with body cameras on their person, so there’s nothing to worry about!”
The women buckled themselves in, with chest and lap harnesses. As soon as they did so, the clear doors in front of them shut, and more machinery whirred around them. Air conditioning blasted, and loud pop music started playing. After a loud thunk, the room they were in lurched backwards, and a loud, live voice boomed at them from above and behind them.
“Evening ladies, where are you off to tonight?”
The voice vibrated the amped-up women better than any battery-powered gadget ever could. A sun roof opened up above their chairs, and the bridesmaids could now see the huge, cheerful face of a blonde, clean-shaven, giant man, who seemed to be about their age. The giant then stepped sideways, out of the way of the busy loading tower, rocking and bouncing the passenger cabin strapped to his chest with each movement.
“We’re going to ‘Jack’s Escape!’” Vanessa shouted, thrilled.
“Good taste, friends,” the giant responded, and started walking that way.
The other women were still getting over their surprise at learning that they had willingly stepped into an inviting-looking room whose back wall was actually padded fabric covering an enormous man’s chest.
“Do you think the taxis on the giantesses have no back wall so the guys can see their cleavage?” Maria mused.
“Oh, yeah, some of the Uncertified ones do. Gets a little sweaty in those, I hear,” the giant replied. The bridal party giggled, the ice finally broken, and enjoyed how smooth his pace became once he got into his stride.
They rode on for a few minutes, staring out the clear walls at the huge urban night. Distant skyscrapers broke their brains if they tried to fathom them, but the closeby sights of the giant crowds bustling past their ride were much more interesting to watch.
When they got to the nightclub, after they paid the taxi fare, the cabin they were in jerked roughly, as their giant driver unlatched it from his chest, grabbed onto handles, and moved it down onto the ground. He then let them out directly in front of the two-sided nightclub’s Tiny entrance.
He was being careful, but it took an incredible amount of skill, that he didn’t have, to match the mechanical smoothness needed to make the descent totally comfortable for his passengers.
“Have fun, girls!” he said with a lilt, and walked away.
“The loading tower makes that last part more comfy, but it’s only at the Port,” Vanessa apologized to her friends, as they gathered up their sense of balance outside of the club.
“Whatever! Vanessa, I am not complaining, this is your night. Let’s get some thimble drinks!” Mercedes said, and the four women walked into the Tiny side of the 20-tiny-story tall nightclub, going straight for the bar.
The bottom floor of the nightclub was like every other nightclub the girls had been in, with scads of normal-sized patrons, a normal-height ceiling, loud music, and a VIP lounge in the back. The girls got a deeply underpriced sangria that was served in a giant thimble, the size of a punch bowl to them. There were thick-skinned pieces of orange pulp the length of their hands floating in the drink, but the friends were too busy dancing, getting trashed, taking group selfies, and singing along to their favorite tracks to get caught up in these details.
“Girls, you gotta check this out,” Maria said after returning from a bathroom trip. The four followed her to a blue-lit elevator bank, and read the mega-Club’s directory.
“Techno floor, hip-hop floor, 80’s floor, so?” Vanessa said.
Maria pointed to the sign for the 6th floor.
“Mixed Size Balcony!”
Vanessa’s eyes opened wide with excitement.
“We’re so doing that!”
The women got into a crowded elevator, which stopped at every floor, blasting them with a different type of music at each stop. They were the only ones who got off at the Mixed Size Balcony, and they immediately saw how this floor was different.
There was no sound system blasting on this floor, rendering it eerily quiet compared to the rest of the club. This room was three stories tall, with a tremendous glass panel covering the entire half-mile length and 3-story height of the wall that separated the small and big sides of the club. The Balcony was at the height of the middle of the giants’ bodies, the same convenient grabbing height as the giant bar counters nearby.
The women walked forward, mesmerized at what they saw through the glass.
The movements of the giants while they were walking on the street, as wild as it had been to watch from the comfort of their Giant Taxi, was nothing compared to their view of giants tearing it up on the dance floor. The crowd was a mix of younger and middle aged people, but they were all clearly having a great time. There was a glare of light from the balcony that washed out their view of the dark room from this far back, hiding some details.
The music from the giant side was coming through the glass, at a lower volume, low enough for the girls to speak to one another.
“They shouldn’t be able to shake their huge bodies that fast. They have all the strength on us, but they also have all the speed?” Mercedes said with tipsy logic.
Vanessa giggled. “Yeah those stories about giant slayers where the giant is a slow idiot, and the hero just runs around them… we wrote those to make us feel better about ourselves. It’s really no contest.” She hiccupped.
The sound of the giant dance music got louder for a moment as a small door in the glass opened up, and a group of ten college-aged men walked onto the balcony. The last man held it open for them, but Crystal shook her head no.
“Wow.” Crystal said. “I think I need tequila to actually go out there. Shots!”
“Shots!” the other three agreed, and they went to this floor’s crowded, carpeted bar. After the round, they walked out onto the balcony themselves.
The women were immediately bathed in extremely loud dance music, and orange light, from bright retail-lighting lamps installed right above their open-air, steel and wood balcony, which went on for hundreds of feet. On the giant dance floor below them, there was a giant velvet rope around the balcony, keeping the giants from accidentally knocking into it while dancing.
Every other space and experience so far had been so carefully controlled, only allowing Certified Giants to interact with them, but this was different. This was a space where the women could choose how close to get to the giants.
A beautiful, middle-aged giant woman dressed in tight jeans and a tube top showing off her ample cleavage walked through the velvet rope area, and looked over all the tinies. None of the bridesmaids were particularly bisexual, so they stood still, trying to draw as little attention as possible, and stared, as the giantess plucked one of the college boys off of the balcony as casually as she was picking a flower.
The boy screamed from being moved so quickly, but as soon as the giant woman stuffed him into her cleavage, he cheered, his dream come true. As the giantess walked away, the college boys rooted for him, as loud as a crowd at a football match.
“They look lively,” a giant, fit man dressed in a mesh tank top said as soon as the giantess left. His left arm was around the shoulder of another giant, fit man with sparkling earrings and a white crop top that showed off his six-pack abs.
“Sure,” the crop top partner said with a bored tone, and the mesh shirt giant reached for the crowd of straight college boys. They screamed and scattered, running to the left and right, bumping into the bridal party, but there was, as Vanessa said, no contest between giants and tinies. The giant man easily grabbed two of the boys in one hand, and walked away. The captured college boys were screaming the entire time until they went out of earshot from the bridal party.
“Maybe we should leave,” Crystal said.
“Maybe the next one will be a hot, straight guy,” Vanessa said, looking into the crowd, trying to get the attention of anyone who looked right. Her tiny, sparkling, well-lit movements caught the eye of a cute, bearded, straight-looking man in a football team fan uniform and tight jeans. He walked into the velvet rope area, and waved flirtily at the tiny ladies, before turning around and bringing his high-heeled, plain-looking wife into the velvet rope area with him.
The bridal party did not want to get any closer to any giant wife, and ran indoors, right as the huge couple made it over to the balcony.
The girls regrouped over a round of club sodas, trying to sober up a little, realizing they still needed to keep their wits about them. This was very different than flirting at the same sized club. It was literally impossible to say, “no thanks.”
They were close to the college boys, who were talking about the fate of their fallen comrades, very loudly.
“I’ve been here before. They ain’t allowed to take them out of the club,” one of the college boys said, with a heavy Scottish accent. “Bouncer’s got a tiny detector at the door and everything.”
“Okay but have you never talked to a gay guy? You have any idea the sort of stuff they get up to in the club bathroom?”
“May lord have mercy on James and Mohammad,” another boy said, and they all made the sign of the cross on themselves.
“Amen,” the rest said.
“And may I have the same fate as Richie next time,” another boy said, and the group got back to jovial nonsense.
The bridesmaids moved to a quieter table, and continued their own conversation.
“Girls, I know what to do. It’s expensive, but I’ll get the bill. There’s this club called ‘The Huge Embrace.’ They’re all 100% Certified and trained giants, men and women, but it’s so expensive because they’ve got a paper trail, and this special equipment so you can have all kinds of fun, safely. And you pick who you want to be with.”
The other women just looked at Vanessa, unsure.
“…You want to hire a giant gigolo?” Maria asked.
“I looked this next place up, they have a 100% safety rating, and amazing reviews,” Vanessa said, right on the edge of whining.
“This is my last chance to do something like this,” she finally brought out the Bride card.
“All right, Vanessa. Let’s get in a Giant Taxi and head on over,” Mercedes relented. “I didn’t know until this trip, Van, I never watch this kind of stuff, but I think I might be into this, too,” she added.
The other two in the group were still making up their minds.
“Come on girls, it will be a spectacle, if nothing else,” Mercedes added, until Crystal and Maria agreed.
“Okay, but all of you, don’t tell anyone that I went with you to a giant whorehouse,” Maria said.
“It’s not really about the sex. It’s based on this thing in Japan called a Hostess Club…” Vanessa started, and didn’t stop until the end of the elevator ride.
The four of them paid their tab, and headed to the Giant Taxi pickup area outside of this club.
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.(Author’s Note: I gotta cite my sources - the idea of a giant Host Club was yoinked from a @Jitensha comic! One of my favorite things!)
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@tiny-ivy I’m a little drunk myself just thinking about all the places this story has gone and could still go.
The last time me and the lads went to Bigside we didn’t go with Giant Taxi; we just called a Boober.
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HAPPY VORE DAY!
Ch. 3
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.The women exited the club, and followed a their-size wooden sign with an arrow pointing to the right for taxis. There, the women joined the crowd of tinies that were standing in a winding queue, under a bright white light, directly in front of a giant, bald club bouncer with bulging muscles, dressed in all black.
The tiny queue bollards were set up so close to the huge man that the line of people could all smell the shoe polish on his leather combat boots. The top of the thick boots was at chest height for most of them.
“I don’t know if him being this close makes me feel safer, or more afraid,” Crystal said.
The set-up for leaving this club was casual compared the efficiency at the Sizegate Port. A tiny party would get to the front of the queue, and point to one of the 6 or so Giant Taxis waiting to pick up a fare. The chosen Taxi mount then walked forward, across the giant-only zone of the sidewalk, and put their Taxi cabin down on the ground, right in front, before waiting for the passengers to enter and buckle up. With the metal-and-glass cabins smacking on the ground again and again, it was a loud, and slow process.
Finally, the women were on deck for their ride. The Giant Taxis available were now three scantily-clad, skinny women, all wearing just bras on top, one older, wider woman, wearing a professional outfit with pantyhose, one broad-faced, muscular man wearing just a thong, and one out-of-place, ordinary-looking man in his thirties, in a green polo and slacks, with thick-rimmed glasses, short brown hair, and a gentle, boyish expression on his face.
“He looks sweet,” Vanessa said. Her shitfaced friends agreed. The people in front of them chose a bikini woman for their mount, so he was still available.
On their turn, Vanessa confidently pointed to polo Giant. He smiled broadly while nodding, and walked forward smoothly, placing his Taxi on the ground. It had green instead of red lighting inside, and no video screen, but it still looked enough like the one they used earlier, so the women got in, and buckled up. The glass door in front of them slammed shut, and their Giant mount gingerly raised the Cabin to his chest, attaching it to his vest with a heavy thunk.
“All right, sweet things, where can I take you tonight?” he asked them, through the now-open sun roof. He had a sophisticated, high-class British accent that made the tiny American women melt, reminding them of Hugh Grant.
“The Huge Embrace,” Vanessa said.
“Oh, we’re in for that kind of a night?” He asked wryly, while he crossed the street. “You girls renting a huge man to do to you what your husbands can’t?”
The women were shocked. Vanessa drunkenly jumped at the chance for an argument.
“Acshully, I’m not married, this is my bachelorette party,” she said. “And my fiancé is plenty exciting to me. I jusht wanna meet a giant once in my life before I settle down,” she finished.
“Well, you can cross that off your list, then, doll. The honor is mine to meet you and your bridesmaids. My name is Peter.”
Crystal had been paying more attention to her surroundings than to the skyscraper-sized twat carrying them. She noticed that this cabin didn’t play the safety message, and had no air-conditioning, or red security cameras. The air was starting to get stuffy. The street scenes around them were also changing in an unexpected way: their mount was now walking down a dimly-lit, giant-only residential street, with none of the neon signs for Tiny-friendly businesses that were all over the place near the Port. Huge versions of London row houses were on both sides of this street, and there was no traffic noise anymore.
“Excuse me, Mr. Peter, are you lost? I don’t think the ‘The Huge Embrace’ is this way,” she said.
“Oh, it’s a shortcut, sweet. Don’t worry your charming little head.”
With this, he closed the sunroof. The cabin’s rocking increased in speed with the giant’s quickened pace. Crystal checked her phone to see if he was taking them to the right building. Maybe he was lost, since the Giant Taxis don’t use GPS. Her phone had no signal at all.
“Girls, do you have signal?”
None of them did.
“Fuck,” Maria exclaimed. They had plenty of signal in the nightclub.
Their giant mount walked to a townhouse with a bright turquoise door, and unlocked it. This was absolutely not a shortcut. The girls started panicking, and trying to figure out how to get out of this.
“Excuse me, Mr. Peter? This isn’t the destination! Take us there right now, or we’ll report you to the Sizegate Port Authority!” Vanessa yelled at the top of her lungs.
No response.
“You’ll lose your certification!” she screamed again.
No response.
The giant started climbing stairs. This movement was obnoxious, like a ship in a storm, rocking strongly from side to side, again, and again. The drunk women had trouble holding down their drinks.
With every step, the women’s hope in ever getting out of this enormous apartment building alive, dwindled. There had been best-selling memoirs written by tinies who had escaped abductions like this, which the girls had all heard of, on social media – but there had also been many more unsolved missing persons’ cases where they clearly had not.
“I don’t think this Giant Taxi is Certified,” Vanessa said morosely.
“We’ll find our way out of this,” Mercedes said, looking at her friend resolutely, and holding her hand.
The giant reached the top of the steps, right as a disgusting, rumbling growl came from his huge guts, shaking his whole abdomen, and in turn, the women’s bodies as they sat in chairs connected to it.
“Many apologies, ladies. I haven’t had a real meal in a few days. Seems my stomach’s awfully empty.”
He opened his door and stood still for a moment, and the women noticed how quiet the inside of his apartment was compared to everywhere else. They could now hear his breathing, and his heart, pumping hard from the 2-story stair climb, and then, they heard another horrible stomach growl again. Crystal shrieked, then covered her mouth.
“Girls, remember hearing about the Erica Rodriguez case?” she said, quietly.
Of course they had. Ten years ago, it became a trans-sizegate, diplomatic incident. Her remains had been found horrifically disposed of in the courtyard on the tiny side of a mixed-sized resort in Bigside. After a full DNA screening of all the giant guests, one had been put in Bigside prison for both murder, and anti-tiny terrorism charges. The Sizegate Port Certified Giants program was created to prevent it from ever happening again.
The giant started moving again, strolling into his bedroom. It was dimly lit, with sparse, modern furnishings, with few possible hiding places.
“He’s like the giant that killed Rodriguez – he’s going to ea-“ she started, then covered her mouth again, not able to say the name of her deepest fear of giants out loud.
The women looked at each other, and realized she was right.
“He’s going to try!” Mercedes said. “We just have to work together to get out!”
The giant deeply laughed, rocking the cabin with each sound.
“Whether normal or tiny, you Americans are shockingly optimistic,” their captor said. He unlatched the cabin from his vest, and the green lights in the cabin turned off. He unceremoniously placed it on the edge of the bed, so its window faced an open stretch of wooden floor with a cheap-looking floor lamp. The speed of his half-controlled letting go made their stomachs drop out, and the cabin’s impact onto the huge, soft bed rattled the women.
Peter flicked on the lamp, so they could watch him remove his clothing, piece by piece. First, the earbuds that he was using to listen to them in the cabin, and his glasses, then, his sneakers, then his Taxi vest, and then his polo, which he tossed across the bed joyfully. He was grinning. His naked chest was pale, his body hair scattered, and his enormous belly was soft, with a slight paunch.
“I’m ecstatic to have found you four tonight,” he said.
The drunk bridal party had trouble deciding on their next move. Especially after their seatbelts had just protected them from that extra-rough landing, they felt safe against the risk of the cabin being moved around when they kept their straps on. But they suspected that the taxi ride portion of the night was over. Vanessa unbuckled herself, and the rest followed. Even though they had no signal, their phones still had working flashlights, and they used it to desperately search for any way to escape thei plastic, fabric, and metal cage of the passenger cabin.
“I’m only in the mood for you treats sometimes, and even when I am, most of the rides I pick up, I just bring to their destination, because there’s something about the passenger group that’s wrong,” he added. He unhooked his belt, and his trousers fell to the floor with a loud thud. Vanessa stopped her searching and stared at the enormous bulge under his white briefs. She felt herself getting wet.
“Vanessa?” Crystal said to her mesmerized friend.
“Oh, girl, do not sell us out for some Giant’s dick,” Maria scolded.
The giant continued speaking. “Usually the problem is that that there’s men with them, or sometimes they’re too old for my taste. But you four. You four are just…” he searched for words, as he stared at the cabin lustfully. He slid off his underwear, unleashing the sight of his huge, uncut cock to the women. It truly looked like a monster on its own. He tugged and rubbed it, and closed his eyes.
“You four just look so delicious.” He walked over to the bed, and lifted the taxi cabin up. Unbuckled, the women were tossed every which way as he now sat down on the bed, legs splayed out, and placed the cabin with its front window facing his huge cock and his face.
“Those outfits, the red sparkles, blue sparkles, green sparkles, gold sparkles. You’re like a variety pack of candy.” The women took a moment to recover from being tossed around without seatbelts on. They were bruised, and terrified.
“Now that we’re all settled. Take off your clothes and shoes, and leave your purses on the floor of the Taxi. You won’t be needing them anymore.” He stroked himself as he spoke.
Vanessa immediately started stripping, and Mercedes followed suit.
Crystal and Maria were still wearing all their clothing. The giant opened the lid, and looked in.
“Now, now, I can’t have that disobedience from my food. There are ways of making it even worse for you, you know,” he threatened vaguely.
Crystal and Maria stood stock-still. “Get undressed,” Vanessa said. They did nothing.
“I didn’t want to bring these out,” the giant said, sounding apologetic, and shuffled through his bedside drawer, before bringing a huge utility knife, and some dangerous-looking craft tweezers, to the sun roof’s opening. “I don’t eat clothing. But I can always cut the dress off of you,” he offered, with a kind tone. Crystal started stripping at the sight of these huge metal tools, but Maria still seemed to be in shock, standing absolutely still.
“Good girl, green dress,” Peter said. “But red dress, here, let me help you out of that tight little thing.”
The giant lowered the tweezers into the taxi cabin, skillfully slipping its metal tongs onto the back of Maria’s red dress. As he lifted, it slipped free, looking like a strawberry candy wrapper to the giant. The tweezers shook it off, and it fell onto the Taxi floor.
“I won’t need this knife. Now, remove your panties and shoes.”
Maria was catatonic. She could only stare forward at nothing in particular, and wish she was elsewhere. None of his commands were making it through her mental block.
“Maria! Snap out of it!” Crystal said, shaking her friend’s shoulders, fearing the giant’s threats.
“Allow me,” the giant’s booming voice said, as he lowered the tips of a huge pair of wooden chopsticks into the cabin. They plucked the stunned woman into the air, and brought her to his face. The first thing Maria noticed as she came out of her stupor was an enormous, wet tongue licking her entire front while huge chopsticks gripped her back.
She started screaming at the top of her lungs, which let some of his warm saliva into her mouth. She spit it out, and screamed all over again, with the realization that there was no way she could avoid intermingling further with this giant man’s many different types of juices. She started kicking her legs.
The giant man pulled his tongue in, keeping grip on her with the sticks, and scraped his top incisors against her lacey panties, dragging them down her legs. They came off, but stuck to his teeth with spit, and he spat them out to the side, like an offending pubic hair. The trapped, saliva-covered woman kicked her shoes off intentionally. They landed in his bellybutton, sticking in it from a mix of his drool and sweat.
“Glad to see you’re back with us,” he said, before putting her down between his legs, right in front of his looming cock, between it and the front of the taxi cabin. After being so close to his mouth, Maria hoped this was a good sign: perhaps an act of mercy?
The huge man then used the chopsticks to pluck the rest of the naked women out of the tight nooks and crannies of the Taxi cabin, placing them next to Maria, right in front of his dick. From this angle, his huge ball sack dangled just above the bed in front of them like a wrecking ball, and Vanessa wondered if she’d survive being smothered by it.
He casually moved their previous safe-feeling room to the bedside table, put down his chopsticks, and scooped them all up with one hand. While they were held, he laid down with his head on a sideways pillow, so he could comfortably view the scene, before he tipped his hand to the side, placing the squirming, terrified young women on top of his huge, always-breathing, belly.
After they landed, Maria, Mercedes, and Crystal tried to stand up on the surface, and found it impossible. Vanessa laid down, to better hear the sounds coming from the giant’s empty, and excited, stomach. Now on top of him like this, all of the women felt every heartbeat, breath, and stomach gurgle coming from the man’s horrifying body.
“Bride to be, are you listening to my stomach?” the giant asked. He started touching himself harder. “You pervy little minx. Let me put on a show for you,” he said, and picked her up, lifting her up above his head, so she had a good angle to watch, as he plucked Maria up with his other hand, and opened his mouth wide, showing both of the tiny women a clear view of the inside of his gaping jaws.
There were two rows of teeth the size of her chest, a tongue big enough to crush her, and then, at the back, a slippery hole that lead to certain doom.
He was gripping Vanessa loosely, and she started touching herself, as she stared at the entrance to the inescapable body of the huge being who held complete power over her and her friends.
Maria screamed all over again, but still hoped for mercy, and she cried out, “Wait!”
The giant closed his mouth, and looked up at the two of them.
“Hurting a tiny is seven years bad luck!” Maria yelled, remembering what she heard at the Port.
“That’s rich. A tiny bringing up an ancient Bigside superstition. It’s from when people feared the wrath of the fairies that came through the Sizegate,” he said, smiling like she had told a great joke.
“If a myth would make this better for you, I prefer the Smallside myth. Of us Bigsiders being gods, who deserve human sacrifices, simply because of our unfathomable power over you.”
With this he slurped her into his mouth like a noodle, headfirst, and put his hand down, grabbing his next woman snack. He rotated her around the inside of his mouth with his tongue, so her head was now facing outwards, and pushed her out slightly, so her head, and arms, stuck out. Maria cried out, and wiped spit out of her eyes, as the giant man’s tongue took its total liberties with her every hole, as he breathed in and out quickly, savoring her flavor.
Maria looked at Vanessa, and reached out her hands towards her, even though she knew she was too far from her friend in the giant’s hand to reach.
“Help me!” Maria cried, but as she looked closer her friend, staring at the cracks between the giant’s fingers, she could see that Vanessa was touching herself, her face showing that she was on the border of an orgasm.
“You sick bitch!” Maria screamed as her last audible words, before the giant’s soft lips sucked her in again, and swallowed her whole.
The giant man then placed Crystal in his mouth, head out again. She screamed in horror the entire time, unyielding, kicking her legs, as though it made any difference.
The giant craned his head, and saw that Mercedes was on his belly, also touching herself madly. She was moaning. Now, he had two moaning tiny women on his body.
If it weren’t for how unpleasant semen tasted to him, he would have loved to have given the two of them a good time first, since he’d really enjoy seeing what they looked like covered in his seed. But his hunger for these perfectly ripe, beautiful women was a force too strong for him to ignore, and he didn’t want to wait to be able to come a second time to actually get these last two down.
He placed Vanessa on his throat, and commanded, “listen”. He lifted his tongue up and swallowed, and the still-screaming Crystal went down his esophagus. Vanessa could hear her last yells as the humongous throat muscles underneath her dragged her friend from the mouth above to the stomach below. She felt Peter’s pulse quicken, and saw him touching himself more vigorously, and she ramped up her own pace.
She was at least going to be able to die after living her deepest, darkest dream, that she never told anyone about, even after fessing to the giant fetish.
The giant then placed Vanessa on his stomach, and lifted up Mercedes.
“You two really seem to be enjoying yourselves,” he said to them. “It’s almost a pity ending it all for some fellow freaks,” he said.
“You know this is the end I really want,” Vanessa responded. “You are our God now,” she said, as she started to cum, the orgasm moving over her body in wave after wave, as she watched the giant put her last surviving party member in his mouth, closing his unstoppable lips around her, before finally swallowing.
Vanessa put her head against his stomach, and heard it grumble, as the giant’s awesome, terrible body accepted her friend as its next small piece of food. Vanessa’s orgasm stretched out from hearing and feeling these screams and the growling stomach beneath her, and she came harder and longer than she ever had before.
Peter was taken aback by the display of pure lust from this finger-sized woman, and started jerking off furiously, as he plucked her up, and brought her to his face, staring at her, breathing through the pants of his rising orgasm.
“It’s been a blast, sweet thing,” he said, before he kissed her with his huge, cushy lips, before opening them to stick his tongue out. He licked her from toe to head, sucking the abundant juices between her legs dry. His huge lips’ suction increased, and she suddenly found herself entirely enveloped in his dark mouth.
Something about the darkness from being inside the mouth made Vanessa snap out of her drunken, horny stupor. The idea of being eaten by a giant man was extremely hot, and it just made her cum a minute ago, but the actual reality of being on a giant’s tongue, when the barrier between her death and her life, his mouth, was so slippery and so entirely out of her control, took the appeal of it away, and she suddenly wanted to live.
She banged against the back of his teeth. His tongue then moved her to the back of his mouth. She kicked and clawed, full of fight, wanting to be able to remember this incredible encounter for the rest of her life, perfect spank bank material if she ever got bored with her husband.
Vanessa was totally surrounded by slimy, wet, smoothness. She was entirely encased in a body that belonged to a huge person that simply didn’t care about what she wanted. She could smell the stomach acid from the top of the esophagus, and in one final, casual movement of his tremendous tongue, the giant swallowed the naked, kinky, bride-to-be alive.
As she travelled down the enormous esophagus for what felt like forever, losing oxygen inside the airless environment of his digestive system, Vanessa felt a spark of gratitude take over from her thrashing regret: she was glad to sacrifice herself and her friends for the enjoyment and nourishment of this supremely superior being. This was happening after a lifetime of dreaming about a trip to Bigside. This huge stomach was where her giant-obsessed self truly belonged.
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@tiny-ivy Goddamn I have to stop reading this stuff at work.
I loved this group dynamic and then watching it dissolve. Vanessa is such a selfish bitch, but those are the best-tasting.
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Thank you, I loved writing it. A bridezilla meeting her match, together forever in perfect selfishness.
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@tiny-ivy Read all the chapters in a binge and I’m utterly obsessed with this. The dialogue & descriptions are especially fantastic. Will there be a final digestion chapter?
The crows are taking over!
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Thanks so much!
And no, this is the end of this story. I will eventually write more in this world, though, including an idea I just came up with this morning for a “Huge Embrace” for-hire-giant who specializes in non-fatal, almost-swallowed mouthplay. I might dwell on the possibilities of and threat of digestion in that one…
But this story world, as I write it, is non-supernatural, so a live tiny dies of asphyxiation in a giant’s stomach.
Unless they had some sort of high-tech, acid-proof scuba suit, that is… which maybe an obsessed and rich enough tiny would put effort into creating… and anyone with the time is invited to write…but I gotta get back to my schoolwork!
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Just thought of this, on the outside of the Giant Acclimation Tunnel, there is now a brass sign pointed at the giants, that reads “NO LOOMING”
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@tiny-ivy said:
a “Huge Embrace” for-hire-giant who specializes in non-fatal, almost-swallowed mouthplay.
He’ll have to provide a weekly stool sample to keep his license.
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Not really, I do want the Giant Certification enforcement to be clever/powerful enough to get around that. (So I can write lighthearted / good ending stories in this world!)
A Scottish lad mentioned the “Tiny Detector” at the Giant exit of the nightclub. Smallside material is detectable with an advanced breathalyzer that looks for its unique molecular signature. Smallside food is basically never imported into bigside, so this material being in their guts would be a dead giveaway that they ate a Tiny. There’s also a wand version, useful for detecting tinies in pockets. Smallside material is also detectable in their blood stream and hair later. And yes. Eventually. In their stool.
At “Huge Embrace,” their entire, multi-million-a-year business model is built on Tiny safety. Tinies sign in and out. There is a camera at each entrance that records the beginning and end of each session.
There’s also a medical kit in each room with emetic epi-pens, just in case…
There are plenty of ways for a hungry giant to eat a tiny at Bigside … but being a “The Huge Embrace” employee wouldn’t be worth it. Vanessa really was trying to do a safe (but slutty) thing. Her flaw was that she didn’t pay enough attention to the posters at the Port about how to spot a certified Giant Taxi.
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@tiny-ivy said in:
Her flaw was that she didn’t pay enough attention to the posters at the Port about how to spot a certified Giant Taxi.
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@Olo and yeah the alcohol. But, girls just wanna have fun!
