Eat Or Be Eaten

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Excerpt from The Game by QMajor

Daily Dot has a brief article up about “giantess vore,” and they cite Spitty and Arctic Giantess, two size creators I’m very happy to see get wider mention.  A dozen other creators get linked, as well.  Despite the headline, the (very short) article emphasizes that size kinksters come in all genders and orientations.

The Circle of Lust

The Circle of Lust
Photo by Jaccob McKay

Many thanks to Giantess Nyx and Micro K for their assistance with this story.


 

Scarlett’s unspoken nickname for him was Sasquatch.  He wasn’t freakishly tall, probably not much more than six feet, nor were his feet disproportionately large. What was remarkable about him, what provoked Scarlett to near obsession, was his hair.  It was everywhere.  Thick and dark brown, it flowed scraggily from beneath a cap bearing the logo of a long-vanished tech startup.  He wore a mustache and beard, of course, full but more-or-less trimmed.  He seemed to always wear a T-shirt and cargo shorts regardless of weather, and Scarlett could see the brown curls coating his legs and arms, spreading across the back of his hands and creeping towards his knuckles.

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Columbia

So I finally cracked and wrote a political size-fantasy story. This one has death, destruction, hard vore, scat, and more catharsis than we’re ever likely to see from our actual political system. Felt good to write it, though.


 

It was a Sunday morning, just like Pearl Harbor.  I was having a smoke before the start of my shift at the Washington Monument.  I had that job since they finally reopened after the renovations.  Of course it’s closed again like all the rest.  I suppose I should be looking for another job, but I just don’t see the point.

I was on the observation floor when it first hit.  It wasn’t very long, less than two seconds.  A sharp jolt shook the Monument, and I felt it worst on top.  I didn’t have time to worry about the Monument falling down, and afterward I spent several minutes just holding a railing and convincing myself that it was over and that I would be okay.  I was mistaken on both points.

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