Chloe raids the outer edge of Gulliverian territor
Chloe took her time walking in the forest, wading through the Gulliverian trees as though they were blades of tall grass. It was nighttime and the only source of light came from the crescent moon overhead. But she didn’t dare to use a flashlight, since she was technically trespassing on Gulliverian territory. Besides, she didn’t want her prey to see her ahead of time.
The trees rubbed against her legs as she crept through them and she was glad that she had decided to dress in plain jeans and a short-sleeved blouse. Once, when she had gone on a similar hunting expedition, she had worn shorts and her legs had been thoroughly scratched. It had been difficult avoiding the inevitable questions from her neighbors and friends.
When Chloe saw the tiny spot of orangish-gold light, she carefully crouched down, trying not to topple any of the fragile little trees. Guillverians, no doubt. Just the thought of the small people made her salivate. She was thankful that she had had a large dinner; otherwise, her stomach would have been growling loudly enough to scare the Guilliverians away.
Tilting her head, she listened with the intensity of a lynx hunting a rabbit. If she concentrated, she could make out faint voices coming from the direction of the flickering light. A predatory smile stretched across her face as she slunk toward them.
***
“Hey, Dylan. Did you find those beers?” Nate asked as he tossed another stick onto the fire. It was too wet and it smoldered and smoked but didn’t catch fire. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his friend searching through one of the coolers.
“Dude, why do you hang out with him?” Tom whispered, his brawny arm draped around his blonde-haired girlfriend, Katherine. They all looked over at Dylan, who was now looking through the second cooler for the beer. As much as he hated to admit it, Dylan was sort of an embarrassment. They had been friends since they were little kids, but now that Nate had returned home from college, he saw what a big nerd Dylan had become. He was even wearing some sort of math t-shirt with a whole bunch of weird symbols, which Nate guessed was supposed to be funny, except he didn’t get the joke.
Tom, on the other hand, was one of his frat brothers and he was the sort of guy who made the sorority girls swoon. Tall, muscular, tanned: that was how Nate would describe him. He could be sort of a jerk at times, but Nate put up with it. It had been his idea to go camping and so here they were, in the middle of the woods, watching Dylan hunt for the beer.
“He’s my friend,” Nate finally said.
“He’s such a nerd, bro. I bet he’s never got laid.”
Katherine giggled at Tom’s statement and looked at him fawningly. She really was attractive, big-breasted and full-lipped, her eyes a startling sky blue. Nate felt a stab of jealousy.
“Speaking of getting laid, you wanna?” She asked him, batting her fake eyelashes.
“Fuck yeah!”
Nate watched them crawl into their tent and zip up the opening. Meanwhile, Dylan had found the beers and was carrying over a few bottles, trying to balance them in his chubby arms. Without warning, he froze like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening behind his glasses.
“What is it?” Nate asked him, startled to see the blood draining from his face.
“There’s something coming toward us.” Even as Dylan spoke, the ground beneath them quivered like gelatin and there was a sound like thunder. Except thunder wasn’t so rhythmic. The noise was more like…footsteps. Really big ones. Nate stood up just in time to see the gargantuan shape outlined against the trees. At first, it was difficult to make out what it was; then he saw the flash of light high up as the gigantic eyes reflected the moonlight. It was a person, he realized. A Brobdingnagian, to be exact. He heard rumors about them, not all of them good, but he figured that trying to introduce himself would be the best course of action.
“How’s it going?” Nate called up to the Brobdingnagian. The giant (or rather, giantess, since he quickly saw that it was a woman) didn’t say anything as she bent down. As her face drew closer to the fire, he saw that she was pretty despite some extra weight, her green eyes reminding him of a cat’s. Nate didn’t panic until he saw that she was reaching for him, her palm and outstretched fingers swooping down from the sky.
Then he panicked. A lot.
***
Chloe couldn’t help but smile as she picked up the Gulliverian. He was young and handsome and would have been out of her league if he had been a Brobdingnagian. The firelight illuminated his tiny face as she studied him, deciding whether she wanted to eat him now or later. A soft gurgle from her stomach decided for her. She hadn’t had dessert yet and he would be perfect. Almost tenderly, she peeled off his shirt and jeans, giggling as he began to plead with her. It was always so thrilling when they begged for their lives.
His sneakers came off last and she licked at his minute feet, laughing as he shrieked and kicked. Chloe sucked him gradually into her mouth, feeling the almost-microscopic nub of his penis slide against her tongue. She savored his taste, the salt of his sweat and his designer cologne. To her, he tasted better than the finest chocolate. As his friend with the glasses watched, Chloe poked his head into her mouth with a fingertip, pushing him around with her tongue. Rarely did she chew; she disliked the coppery taste of raw meat. Besides, the sensation of tiny people squirming in her stomach was exquisite.
Chloe’s eyes met those of the chubby Guillverian and she slowly swallowed his cute friend, feeling his weak struggles as he travelled down the length of her esophagus and into her belly. She covered her mouth and burped, the insect-sized man still thrashing inside of her. The other Gulliverian cringed as she started to grab for him; then, something else caught her attention. There were groans and moans coming from one of the tents and she seized the top of the tent between her fingers, curious. As soon as she yanked it from the ground, she spotted two more tiny people. It was obvious that she had caught them mid-coitus; they were still joined at the hip. The two Guilliverians gawked up at her, too petrified to move as she plucked them up.
“You two look delicious,” she purred and they both began to scream.
***
Katherine found herself several hundred feet above the ground, shivering despite the warm summer air. The Brobdingnagian’s fingers were constricted tightly around her nude body, the giantess’ monster truck wheel-sized ring digging into her abdomen. As Katherine fought and beat at the coiled fingers, she saw the giantess dangle Tom above her open mouth. She stopped pounding at the columns of flesh just in time to see the Brobdingnagian release him, allowing him to plunge into her waiting mouth.
When she saw her boyfriend devoured, Katherine redoubled her efforts to get away. She would rather have slipped free and plummeted to her death than be eaten by a monster. But the giantess’ grip was too strong and no amount of wiggling could free her. She too was raised before the immense mouth, the lips shining dully as they pulled apart. Even in the relative darkness, she could see the giantess’ teeth and tongue and worst of all, the utter blackness of her throat.
“Nooooo!” Katherine screeched, shrieking until her lungs ran out of air. The Brobdingnagian woman waited until she stopped wailing and then tossed her nonchalantly into her mouth. She saw the massive lips and teeth rush by her in a blur and then she landed on the huge tongue, which was slimy and wet and hideously warm. Saliva washed over her, filling every orifice, but she was too busy pummelling at the ridged roof of the giantess’ mouth to care.
The Brobdingnagian chuckled and closed her lips, leaving Katherine in unbearable darkness. She felt rather than saw the tongue undulate beneath her, pushing back toward the throat. Grabbing wildly for anything to hold onto, she managed to seize hold of one of the back molars. But the tooth was too slick and she gasped as her lost her grip. Her scream echoed loudly around her as she tumbled backwards into the throat. She was aware of being squeezed tightly by the esophagus; then she fell through the sphincter into the hellish depths of the giantess’ stomach. To her horror, she could still hear Tom and Nate, who were slowly being dissolved by the acid.
She gave one final hopeless push against the walls of the stomach; then her consciousness began to fade.
***
Feeling pleasantly full, Chloe glanced around, trying to find the last Guillverian. He had probably fled when he had seen her eating his friends. But when she looked down, there he was, right by her left foot. To her amazement, he was staring up at her with a mixture of adoration and awe. Chloe had never seen anyone look at her that way. She was used to being the plump girl, the one that Brobdingnagian men didn’t look at twice. The tiny man’s admiration was strangely flattering. When she squatted down to pick him up, he didn’t run from her. Slowly, she brought him up to her face, feeling conflicted.
For once in her life, she wasn’t sure what to do…
The trees rubbed against her legs as she crept through them and she was glad that she had decided to dress in plain jeans and a short-sleeved blouse. Once, when she had gone on a similar hunting expedition, she had worn shorts and her legs had been thoroughly scratched. It had been difficult avoiding the inevitable questions from her neighbors and friends.
When Chloe saw the tiny spot of orangish-gold light, she carefully crouched down, trying not to topple any of the fragile little trees. Guillverians, no doubt. Just the thought of the small people made her salivate. She was thankful that she had had a large dinner; otherwise, her stomach would have been growling loudly enough to scare the Guilliverians away.
Tilting her head, she listened with the intensity of a lynx hunting a rabbit. If she concentrated, she could make out faint voices coming from the direction of the flickering light. A predatory smile stretched across her face as she slunk toward them.
***
“Hey, Dylan. Did you find those beers?” Nate asked as he tossed another stick onto the fire. It was too wet and it smoldered and smoked but didn’t catch fire. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his friend searching through one of the coolers.
“Dude, why do you hang out with him?” Tom whispered, his brawny arm draped around his blonde-haired girlfriend, Katherine. They all looked over at Dylan, who was now looking through the second cooler for the beer. As much as he hated to admit it, Dylan was sort of an embarrassment. They had been friends since they were little kids, but now that Nate had returned home from college, he saw what a big nerd Dylan had become. He was even wearing some sort of math t-shirt with a whole bunch of weird symbols, which Nate guessed was supposed to be funny, except he didn’t get the joke.
Tom, on the other hand, was one of his frat brothers and he was the sort of guy who made the sorority girls swoon. Tall, muscular, tanned: that was how Nate would describe him. He could be sort of a jerk at times, but Nate put up with it. It had been his idea to go camping and so here they were, in the middle of the woods, watching Dylan hunt for the beer.
“He’s my friend,” Nate finally said.
“He’s such a nerd, bro. I bet he’s never got laid.”
Katherine giggled at Tom’s statement and looked at him fawningly. She really was attractive, big-breasted and full-lipped, her eyes a startling sky blue. Nate felt a stab of jealousy.
“Speaking of getting laid, you wanna?” She asked him, batting her fake eyelashes.
“Fuck yeah!”
Nate watched them crawl into their tent and zip up the opening. Meanwhile, Dylan had found the beers and was carrying over a few bottles, trying to balance them in his chubby arms. Without warning, he froze like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening behind his glasses.
“What is it?” Nate asked him, startled to see the blood draining from his face.
“There’s something coming toward us.” Even as Dylan spoke, the ground beneath them quivered like gelatin and there was a sound like thunder. Except thunder wasn’t so rhythmic. The noise was more like…footsteps. Really big ones. Nate stood up just in time to see the gargantuan shape outlined against the trees. At first, it was difficult to make out what it was; then he saw the flash of light high up as the gigantic eyes reflected the moonlight. It was a person, he realized. A Brobdingnagian, to be exact. He heard rumors about them, not all of them good, but he figured that trying to introduce himself would be the best course of action.
“How’s it going?” Nate called up to the Brobdingnagian. The giant (or rather, giantess, since he quickly saw that it was a woman) didn’t say anything as she bent down. As her face drew closer to the fire, he saw that she was pretty despite some extra weight, her green eyes reminding him of a cat’s. Nate didn’t panic until he saw that she was reaching for him, her palm and outstretched fingers swooping down from the sky.
Then he panicked. A lot.
***
Chloe couldn’t help but smile as she picked up the Gulliverian. He was young and handsome and would have been out of her league if he had been a Brobdingnagian. The firelight illuminated his tiny face as she studied him, deciding whether she wanted to eat him now or later. A soft gurgle from her stomach decided for her. She hadn’t had dessert yet and he would be perfect. Almost tenderly, she peeled off his shirt and jeans, giggling as he began to plead with her. It was always so thrilling when they begged for their lives.
His sneakers came off last and she licked at his minute feet, laughing as he shrieked and kicked. Chloe sucked him gradually into her mouth, feeling the almost-microscopic nub of his penis slide against her tongue. She savored his taste, the salt of his sweat and his designer cologne. To her, he tasted better than the finest chocolate. As his friend with the glasses watched, Chloe poked his head into her mouth with a fingertip, pushing him around with her tongue. Rarely did she chew; she disliked the coppery taste of raw meat. Besides, the sensation of tiny people squirming in her stomach was exquisite.
Chloe’s eyes met those of the chubby Guillverian and she slowly swallowed his cute friend, feeling his weak struggles as he travelled down the length of her esophagus and into her belly. She covered her mouth and burped, the insect-sized man still thrashing inside of her. The other Gulliverian cringed as she started to grab for him; then, something else caught her attention. There were groans and moans coming from one of the tents and she seized the top of the tent between her fingers, curious. As soon as she yanked it from the ground, she spotted two more tiny people. It was obvious that she had caught them mid-coitus; they were still joined at the hip. The two Guilliverians gawked up at her, too petrified to move as she plucked them up.
“You two look delicious,” she purred and they both began to scream.
***
Katherine found herself several hundred feet above the ground, shivering despite the warm summer air. The Brobdingnagian’s fingers were constricted tightly around her nude body, the giantess’ monster truck wheel-sized ring digging into her abdomen. As Katherine fought and beat at the coiled fingers, she saw the giantess dangle Tom above her open mouth. She stopped pounding at the columns of flesh just in time to see the Brobdingnagian release him, allowing him to plunge into her waiting mouth.
When she saw her boyfriend devoured, Katherine redoubled her efforts to get away. She would rather have slipped free and plummeted to her death than be eaten by a monster. But the giantess’ grip was too strong and no amount of wiggling could free her. She too was raised before the immense mouth, the lips shining dully as they pulled apart. Even in the relative darkness, she could see the giantess’ teeth and tongue and worst of all, the utter blackness of her throat.
“Nooooo!” Katherine screeched, shrieking until her lungs ran out of air. The Brobdingnagian woman waited until she stopped wailing and then tossed her nonchalantly into her mouth. She saw the massive lips and teeth rush by her in a blur and then she landed on the huge tongue, which was slimy and wet and hideously warm. Saliva washed over her, filling every orifice, but she was too busy pummelling at the ridged roof of the giantess’ mouth to care.
The Brobdingnagian chuckled and closed her lips, leaving Katherine in unbearable darkness. She felt rather than saw the tongue undulate beneath her, pushing back toward the throat. Grabbing wildly for anything to hold onto, she managed to seize hold of one of the back molars. But the tooth was too slick and she gasped as her lost her grip. Her scream echoed loudly around her as she tumbled backwards into the throat. She was aware of being squeezed tightly by the esophagus; then she fell through the sphincter into the hellish depths of the giantess’ stomach. To her horror, she could still hear Tom and Nate, who were slowly being dissolved by the acid.
She gave one final hopeless push against the walls of the stomach; then her consciousness began to fade.
***
Feeling pleasantly full, Chloe glanced around, trying to find the last Guillverian. He had probably fled when he had seen her eating his friends. But when she looked down, there he was, right by her left foot. To her amazement, he was staring up at her with a mixture of adoration and awe. Chloe had never seen anyone look at her that way. She was used to being the plump girl, the one that Brobdingnagian men didn’t look at twice. The tiny man’s admiration was strangely flattering. When she squatted down to pick him up, he didn’t run from her. Slowly, she brought him up to her face, feeling conflicted.
For once in her life, she wasn’t sure what to do…
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June 8, 2023
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