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There were times where you weren’t sure this giant knew how much bigger they were than you—how much of your world they consumed when they were in your proximity, staring at you with wide, curious eyes that may as well have been planets that you revolved around for how they pulled you in towards them.
It had been several days already of you sharing this odd giant’s company—an experience that had proven to be a mixture of terrifying and exhilarating as you floated between the capricious whims of a being that could hold you in their palm and, just as easily, accidentally drop you.
You got the distinct impression that they were simply unaware of what they must seem like to you—it wasn’t that they were trying to be intimidating. “Intimidating” was far from the first word you’d pick for them, though they dwarfed you by a hundred feet at least. They always stared at you with a sort of childlike innocence in those light amber eyes, and an expression that generally sat somewhere between confusion and mischief.
You had been laying on their huge bed, enjoying a moment of quiet while they took a shower in the other room. It wasn’t often that you were left out of their sight, their hands, or their stomach. You had almost fallen asleep, nestled in the thick, soft blanket, when you felt yourself jolted awake by the feeling of something settling roughly into the bed all around you. Some one , you corrected yourself, as you looked up and saw the face of the strange giant named Sam peering back down at you. They rested on their elbows, one tattooed arm on either side of you, and their head was so close to your body you thought you could reach out and touch it. You were easily dwarfed in their massive shadow.
They had a very loose definition of “personal space” when it came to you, but you’d certainly gotten used to that in the last few days. You smiled as you looked up at them. Their dark, curly hair was still damp from the shower, and you could smell the fresh, soapy scent of their skin as they leaned in closer. There was only a few beats of silence as the two of you stared at each other before they spoke up.
“...whatcha thinking about?”
You repressed a laugh. You knew what Sam wanted, just based on the strange, vague question they’d posed to you. They were so good at conversation…except when it came to you. Specifically, when they wanted to eat you. They’d been thrown off when you’d demonstrated no fear the first time they’d consumed you, and hadn’t known how to approach the situation afterwards when you demonstrated a willingness to do it again.
You wondered if you should tell them how good it felt to be completely surrounded by them like that—if you should describe the way you felt so safe and warm inside of them, if the way their lips closed around you made your heart melt just thinking about it.
“Nothing,” you said instead. “But I can guess what you’re thinking about.”
You saw their cheeks redden involuntarily. “Uhhh…I mean…”
You were right.
“Do you wanna make a deal, Sam?”
“Huh?”
You couldn’t resist teasing them a little bit. The way they got flustered was honestly kind of endearing. “Don’t put me in your mouth for at least a minute. If you can do that, I’ll give you a little massage from the inside.”
You could see their face redden even further. “Y-you…” They snickered a little. “You’re weird.”
“Takes a weirdo to know one,” you countered. “Is it a deal or not?”
“I-I mean, uh…I guess that’s fine, if you want. ” You saw them tap a few times on their watch, and you assumed they were setting an actual timer.
You reached your arms out towards Sam’s face, flexing your fingers in a grabbing motion. You weren’t close enough to touch after all. “C’mere.”
They blinked a few times before glancing left and right—as if there was anyone here besides the two of you to witness their embarrassment. Then, very slowly, they bent their head in closer to you, adjusting their position by lowering themselves onto their stomach.
Your hands eagerly met the soft skin of their top lip before it pressed down on your torso, pushing you further into the bed. It wasn’t quite a kiss, and if you were to describe it as such you’d likely never get one again from Sam. You tried not to giggle as they pressed into you a bit more roughly than they were surely intending—they still had some things to learn about being gentle, but they were trying. And you didn’t really mind. The weight felt nice.
“So…” they mumbled against you, their voice so very close and rolling softly through your bones. “...I just can’t put you in my mouth, right?”
“Correct,” you said with only the slightest hint of suspicion, gently rubbing against the small indent beneath their nose. You could feel the warmth on your hands as they breathed slowly.
You probably should have expected it as you felt their lips part slightly, but you were startled by the feeling of their tongue on your skin. They ran it along your exposed arms first, then moved on to the side of your face. How easily they could have simply swept you into their mouth with how big their tongue was, but they didn’t—they simply continued to taste your skin in a way that felt both playful and oddly intimate as you caught the corners of their mouth turned up in a grin.
“Mmm…” they hummed, thoughtlessly, almost as if they’d forgotten you were there with how lost they were in the reverie of your flavor. “You taste so good .”
You were used to the strange comments that you decided to simply take as compliments, especially since it meant you’d continue to get more time inside the giant in the future. They teased your cheek with their tongue again, and you couldn’t keep your small laugh inside this time.
“This is a long minute,” Sam muttered, finally taking a short break from licking you all over to let their head fall down onto the bed next to your body. The sudden weight made you bounce slightly, but as you did, one of their hands came to cradle you closer to their face.
“It’s almost over,” you giggled, looking forward to what was to come but holding yourself back for now. “I’m surprised you lasted so long!”
“ Hey ,” they protested, poking the back of your head with the tip of one of their fingers. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not like…I’m not some sort of human addict , you know. I’m great at self control.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, finding it funny how their hazel eyes almost crossed as they looked down towards you indignantly. “I’m sure you are.”
Their eyes narrowed, but their friendly grin spread a little wider. “You’re just a bad influence, being all willing . Maybe I wouldn’t eat you so much if you were like a normal human.”
“I am a normal human,” you insisted, poking the tip of their nose with your finger.
They wrinkled their nose in response to the touch. “I personally think your brain’s a little broken.”
“Probably,” you shrugged, “I mean, if you want me to scream and cry a little more—”
“No, no, I like—I mean, I don’t mind you being…a little weirdo.” They averted their gaze suddenly, some of the blush from earlier returning to their cheeks.
Cute , you thought, and without thinking too hard about it, you leaned forward and planted a tiny kiss onto the tip of their nose. You could almost hear the breath catch in their lungs as they sat there frozen in shock, looking at you as if you were about to explode.
“I…I-um, uh…”
Their watch began to beep, and they sighed with relief. “Oh thank god ,” they muttered, and before you had a chance to do anything else, they used their fingers to guide you towards their lips and push you past them. They let their tongue slide out to help move you past their teeth and into their waiting mouth.
You didn’t make any moves to protest, content in the fact that you’d managed to actually get a little more out of them this time. You could feel them sit up while your feet still stuck out of their mouth, and they used their tongue to slip the rest of you completely inside of them.
They pressed you softly against the roof of their mouth, rolling you around a bit between their tongue and their teeth as they tasted you all over. You swore you could hear a contented hum from the back of their throat, though you doubted they were aware they were doing it. You’d noticed that Sam had held you in their mouth a little longer than the first time or two, and you wondered if it was because you didn’t fight back.
I really am spoiling them , you thought with a smile, trying in vain to keep some of the saliva out of your face as your head rested against the back of their tongue, right next to the open expanse of the giant’s waiting throat.
Sam swallowed, and you felt the tongue push you deeper until the throat caught you and moved you downward, squeezing on you from all sides. You could feel a little blood rush to your head as you fell downwards, but it was pleasantly balanced out by what felt like a hug from every direction.
You did finally reach the end of the throat and sighed in relief as you slid into their stomach, the dizziness slowly disappearing as you relaxed into its warm, wet folds. Sam’s heartbeat thudded all around you, and the movement of their lungs could be felt throughout the whole space as they breathed in and out slowly. You closed your eyes for a moment, utterly content in this strange, peaceful place.
“Hey!” you felt something prod you from outside the stomach, pressing the lining against you. “I held up my side of the bet.”
You laughed at their impatience as you crawled forward, toward where you’d been poked from. You pressed your hands against the folds and rubbed slowly, back and forth. You didn’t have to wonder for long if they could feel it, as the stomach seemed to go completely still somehow. It was like their breath had stopped for a moment.
You could almost see the expression on their face as they froze up in response to your touch, and this just made you rub their stomach a little more eagerly. Gradually, you felt the stomach relax around you as you continued.
“That’s…that’s nice.” Their muttering was muffled by the stomach lining, but you could still hear the genuine tone of their voice—something you generally only heard when they were talking to themselves, or when they thought you couldn’t hear.
“ Silly ,” you giggled, knowing they wouldn’t be able to hear you. Maybe next time we’ll try two minutes.