@olo I mean, sure, who hasn’t wanted to try devouring their enemies?
Posts made by Mrgoblinging7
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RE: A Time and A Place
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RE: The Coin
@size_master His honor always surprises me. Like, one moment, he will violently ravage some poor woman’s body, and the next, he makes sure they are safe and sound. Very morally complicated, but I am sure that the worst of it comes from the beast in the Coin.
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Yes I Had To
Pick By VoraciousPanda https://www.deviantart.com/voraciouspanda/art/Yes-I-Had-To-923086396
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Wind It Quicker!
Pick By Shabazik https://www.deviantart.com/shabazik/art/Wind-it-quicker-922949454
Poor little gnomes, just a quick snack for a minotaur!
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The Full Meal
Pick By bobascher https://www.deviantart.com/bobascher/art/The-Full-Meal-922838083
The grim acceptance in her eyes is what really does it for me~. She might have been a person once, a human woman with hopes and dreams. But now, she knows she’s just food.
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Good Little Woman
Pick By Nkrazz https://www.deviantart.com/nkrazz/art/Good-Girl-922985990
Took a while, but he finally trained his little pet to serve him unconditionally. He doesn’t even need to keep her in a cage anymore, she knows she belongs to him now.
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Giant Chad And The Tiny Car
Pick By dropdreme https://www.deviantart.com/dropdreme/art/Giant-Chad-and-the-Tiny-Car-923114449
"Ya, that is a woman’s scream! Stomped like five or six cars, but I’ve finally found what I’m looking for. Why don’t you come on out of that lunchbox, baby~? I can show you a good time~.
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Cake Topping
Pick By aki2288 https://www.deviantart.com/aki2288/art/Cake-topping-922905670
Imagine being served on the cake you just finished making, so lovely~!
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RE: Alice in Battlefield
@olo From the amount of blood on the bullet, the giant is either being too rough and tearing her apart from the inside out, or it’s her first time.
Both prospects are mortifying, horrific, and cruel. Naturally, I’m typing this one-handed!
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Island of the Giant!
It was bad luck to have a woman on board the ship. At least, that’s what they told Eliza when she booked passage. Growing up poor, the young blond knew how to convince men to give her a helping hand.
“Oh, ya~. That’s the stuff~.” The captain moaned as she worked her magic. Being five-two, she could fit easily under his desk while she fit his manhood into her well-used mouth. He was not particularly big in that regard, so she could accommodate almost all of him without much trouble. Pressing her tongue against it just right while letting the tip rub against the roof of her mouth, Eliza knew how to work a man. But just when she felt the bastard start twitching in her mouth, he grabbed her head and started throat fucking her. Eliza’s green eyes bulged from the shock of it happening so suddenly and the lack of air. But she didn’t have to gag for long. He let her go the moment he was done cumming down her throat.
" cough Bastard! cough cough You could have at least told me you would do that!"
“Shut up, bitch. The only thing you have to pay for this little trip of yours is that body, and I’m going to get every cent’s worth out of it.” The cruel man said as he started smacking her cheek with his still hard cock. “Just be thankful I’m greedy, or you’d be strung up in the mess hall for the entire crew to unwind with.”
“You’re mercy knows no bounds,” Eliza said as she tried to get out from under the desk. Just because she fit there didn’t mean it was comfortable. But recoiled in pain after the son of a bitch stomped on her hand, forcing her to stay put.
“The only time I’m letting you out of there is when I feed you, let you sleep, or decide to use your uptight ass. Like I said, all you have to pay me with is your body, so I’m the one who decides what is done with it and wear it’s kept.” The evil man said casually. Eliza had to remind herself why she was putting up with him. Remind herself about her cousins across the sea, the family she would be safe and financially secure with once the latest nightmare in a long sad string of nightmares ends. Then everything started to buckle and shake, and a man came from outside the ship.
“Captain! The ship is being attack-” The sound of splitting wood, twisting metal, and saltwater rushing in cut the screaming sailer off. The entire room began to spin and shift in the chaos, the desk flying out the window. Eliza found herself gripping onto a wall light for dear life, and things were happening way too fast for her to keep track of. as things began to fly about the place, an ashtray landed right between her eyes, then everything went dark.
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“Direct hit! I’m eating well today!” Morrow said to himself as he pulled in his catch, a cargo ship, hopefully carrying lots of fancy stuff. The fifty-foot brown-haired young man had a peculiar job. Whenever one of the tiny’s ships passed close enough to his fishing rock, he would take an anchor and chain from one of his previous catches, throw it at the said ship, and pull it in. They were always full of meat for his belly, and the fancy stuff sold well in his village.
The tiny things fired their cannons at him, but he had the metal hull of a former victim to shield himself, bringing it in close enough to start grabbing up sailers.
“Lunch time!” Morrow said more to himself than to the tiny people-looking creatures below him. The shots from their little handguns only lightly stung as he stuffed his first victim into his mouth. The small man screamed and cried in some language Morrow didn’t understand, nor did he care to learn. Gulping him down mercilessly, not bothering to savor the taste of his salty sea-battered flesh, he had plenty to taste. He grabbed up little seamen one by one, delighting in how they wiggled and writhed down his throat. Sure he made good money off the little stuff on the ships he snatched, but enjoying the wiggly little treats that came with them was why he loved his job. He then patted his belly, feeling all the writhing of his meal, their pointless struggle, as he digested them alive. It was enough to get the young man flustered.
“Ok, I’m full for now. The rest of you can go in the basket.” The screaming little things tried to avoid his grasp, but it was as pointless a resistance as the one put up by the ones in his tummy. Eventually, he picked up the whole ship and started picking through it, little stuff in one basket, tiny people-looking things in another. Then he paused, finding something he didn’t expect.
“A woman? A rear find indeed!” He plucked her up much more gently than he did the men, looking her over. She was a pretty young blond, maybe a little older than him, but not by much. Her breasts weren’t particularly big, and her ass was a little flat, but she was still as cute as a button in her little blue dress. Morrow could feel her breathing in his grasp, but the bump on her head worried him a bit. Was that his fault, or did the other tiny things hurt her? He placed her gently in his pocket, kicking the stuff he couldn’t use or sell off into the ocean, backing the rest onto his boat, and sailing back home.
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Eliza woke up dizzy and confused, and everything seemed just a little bit blurry. As her senses started returning and her memory of the shipwreck came back, she noticed the blurriness was not from a concussion. She was at the bottom of an enormous glass cylinder, everything being just a bit distorted from being seen through it.
“W-What!?” Eliza looked around frantically, but then as she started to let her eyes settle on specific distorted images, a realization hit her. “No… No, that’s not possible…” She sank to her knees, grabbing her head in horror as she came to terms with what was obvious but unthinkable. She was inside a cup, a cup that belonged to a giant. She had heard of giants, tribes of enormous human-shaped monsters that roamed just past the edge of the map. But Eliza, like most civilized people, just thought they were made up, crazed sailors and explorers seeing something in the distance that wasn’t there.
THUM THUM THUM
The entire world began to shake, not enough to knock anything over, but enough to know that something was coming. Eliza’s heart began to beat so hard she felt like it was trying to break free from her chest, and she did everything she could to not start hyperventilating as she saw the blurry image of a titanic man through her glass prison.
“No, no, no, please God, no…” She panicked as he walked over, grabbing the glass. The warmth of his monstrous hands quickly felt through the glass. He then started slowly tilting it. Giving her enough time to shift positions safely, but eventually sending her sliding out onto the table the glass was on. Standing before the sitting behemoth, she was at first a bit shocked at how he was not all that ugly. Sure, he had a messy uneven shave and a beer gut, but he also had a nice friendly smile, cute messy brown hair, and strong-looking arms and shoulders. Not that Eliza wasn’t still on the verge of pissing herself before a being whose piercing blue eyes were almost as big as she was, it’s just that they were made out to be uglier than what she was seeing.
He started saying something in a language that she didn’t understand, very loudly, enough that it was hurting her poor ears. Then, with a loud clink, he sat down a massive plate. Well, it was tiny compared to his mountainous form, but it was as big as a table to her. On it, wear a few berries twice the size of apples and large strips of what looked and smelled like fish jerky. He continued to speak in his tongue while pointing at the food, even eating a little himself to show it was safe.
“He’s… Is he feeding me?” Eliza moved to the plate and picked up a berry, her giant benefactor seeming delighted as she fed herself. His massive tree trunk-sized pointer finger then came down towards her at blinding speed. But just as she closed her eyes and accepted the end, the gigantic finger stopped at the top of her head, rustling her hair roughly. The tone he was talking in was different now, and she went wide-eyed as yet another realization hit her.
“Baby talk? He’s treating me like some stray dog he took in off the street!” Eliza didn’t know how to feel about being adopted as some giants pet. So far, he didn’t seem particularly evil, but at the same time, she was a human woman with thoughts, dreams, and feelings. Being reduced to something to be talked down to and fed was embarrassing and dehumanizing to at least a minor degree.
“Look, um, sir?” The giant then stopped petting Eliza, cupping his hand under her and bringing her up to his right eye. Fear gripping her heart again, seeing the reflection of her own terrified face in his all-seeing eye. “Th-Thank you for feeding m-me… But can you let me g-go?” The great eye looked her over inquisitively, trying to decipher her words. He then got up, and walked over to a massive sink, setting her down in it. Looking around the great valley of metal, her confusion and fear evaporated as he only turned the water on to a light drizzle, signaling her to drink.
“No, that’s not what I- Well, actually, I am thirsty. But I would still like it if you let me go.” He watched her from on high as she cupped her hands and drank. Everything Eliza did seemed to amuse the massive man. This gave her some sense of security, as long as she was cute to him, she might be spared.
When she was done, he scooped her up again, bringing Eliza up to his face again. Petting her from the back of her head to halfway down her spine, all while using that demeaning baby talk tone to tell her things she didn’t understand. Then, he suddenly moved her up to his lips, and he kissed her on the head. The bold went red as a tomato; she just wasn’t expecting that kind of affection. When she turned her head to look up at him, it was just in time to get another titanic kiss right to the face, and he didn’t stop there. Like a shove with two worm pillows, his massive lips pecked Eliza from head to toe, and her struggles against the strong yet gentle assault proved useless. She was breathless and limp when he finally pulled back, those gigantic lips that were all over her mear moments ago being all that filled her sight. Then, a chill ran down her spine as a massive tongue moved out from between the lips and savored the taste that was still on them.
“Please don’t mean what I think that means.” She muttered to herself as the giant carried her into what looked like a bedroom, setting her on his chest as he lay down. He then grabbed a basket that was on the counter next to his bed and sat it beside his head. What he picked up out of it practically stopped Eliza’s heart, one of the sailors from the ship. He moved the screaming man over his face, opened his mouth, dropped the poor soul into it, and swallowed. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the giant who was so gentle to her mear moments ago grabbed up another helpless victim. It wasn’t even that he was killing people that truly troubled Eliza, but he did it so casually in front of her, so thoughtlessly cruel it was hard even to comprehend. The third man vanished in the monster’s mouth before she started to run. Eliza didn’t know where she was going or what she would do, she just needed to escape! She froze like a mouse in an owl’s talons when he picked her up, shaking with fear that he might be done with her already.
“No, please, God, no!” Eliza was then moved to hover over the giant’s face, still wearing that charming smile he did before. He opened his mouth to show it had a man inside of it, then he pressed her to his neck, making her feel as the poor man was forced down his throat. Sliding her down his chest, and pressing her against his pot belly, and she could hear them. Eliza cried as she listened to the sounds of men being digested alive. She could only imagine what kind of hell it must have been for them. The nightmare somehow got even worse as she was plucked from his rounded belly and placed on the front of his pants.
“What the fuck?” She shivered like a leaf as she tried to work her brain around what was happening. Then, in rhythm with another sickening gulp, the bulge she was unwillingly laying on twitched and stood up a little straighter. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” She screamed in horror as the sickening display was repeated. He didn’t devour people because he was hungry, he the giant ate them because he wanted to. The act of killing a dozen or so human beings at a time in the most painful way Eliza could think of was erotic to the savage. She completely broke down at the realization, screaming as tears rolled down her wide horror-filled eyes. The monster then pressed her down to his masculinity, rubbing her against the front of his pants as he continued to murder who knows how many more or less innocent people.
He eventually moved her back to his face, his cheery disposition turning to concern as he noticed that Eliza was a sobbing mess. He then moved her down to his chest again, petting her gently as he spoke gently to her. The horror only sank in even more profound as Eliza realized that he didn’t seem to understand why she was upset. To commit such a massacre right before her, and show just how much pleaser he got from her people’s demise, and not understand why that was a problem!? He was a monster, and she had to escape!
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RE: Sex Objects
I know I’ve written at least one story about an overweight fella having his way with an entire buffet of tiny ladies, but I don’t usually do that kinda stuff because I’m absurdly fat IRL and have some self-loathing issues that therapy is helping with.
But throwing my hat into the ring of the general conversation, I too would like to see more titanic fella’s. There was a time two or five years ago when Giantess fetish was the single fastest growing kink online, and everyone was hopping on board the bandwagon. And slowly, and I’m stressing slowly, I have been seeing male giant stuff being produced.
The one that has been living rent-free in my head for years was the one where this couple was getting down and dirty. Then they find a tiny man spying on them. They respond by picking him up, making him fuck the cum hole on the giant’s dick, while the giantess pleased herself right behind the tiny. It ended with the giant and tiny cumming at the same time, the massive load shoving the little man back into the giantess’s mouth, and she eats him with the load.
For the life of me, I can’t actually find it again. But back to the point, we do need to see more big guys, preferably, dominating the world with their inescapable pressence.