@tiny-ivy
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.
