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The Half-Blood Giant (35/51)

***Contains soft, safe, willing, sexual vore***

Chapter 35: Inside You

Pedro had survived his first week at his new job. Being on the giant side of town had been a wild ride so far, but he was looking forward to spending the weekend with Ray. Unfortunately, Ray had to pick up an extra shift on Saturday to cover for a sick coworker, spoiling their plans for a date yet again. Ray woke up very early in the morning, as usual. What was not usual for him was waking up with a tiny man sleeping on his plushy belly. He attempted to get up without waking his miniature lover, but Pedro opened his eyes when Ray nudged him into his hands.

“Good morning, my Ray of sun,” Pedro yawned, rubbing his eyes. “My, my, it’s so early.”

“Sorry to wake you,” Ray apologized. “You know me. Gotta go for my morning jog as usual.”

Pedro perked up. “Let me come with you!”

Ray chuckled. “I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up.” As he talked, he got out of bed, setting Pedro down on the sheets, and dressed in his workout clothes.

“Nah, I’ll just ride on your shoulder or something.”

“You’ll fall off, little buddy.”

“I’ll cling to your hair,” Pedro reasoned.

Ray pondered before grasping Pedro and sticking him on top of his head. “What about this?” Pedro looked around in amazement at the forest of shiny black hair around him. He was so high up. He had thought it a little scary at first to be carried in giant hands, but he was practically in the clouds at this staggering height. He gripped a few thick tufts of hair securely in his hands.

“I think this will work.” Ray took a few steps. Pedro hung on for dear life and managed not to fall off. Assured that Pedro was secure on his head, Ray went outside on his porch and did a few warm-up stretches, keeping his head upright. The two men breathed in the cool morning air, refreshed. The sun had yet to peek above the horizon, tinting the world with a dark velvet blue.

Ray jogged down the street, starting off slow to make sure Pedro didn’t fall off. At first, Pedro was jumbled around wildly, but he dug his feet into Ray’s scalp and pulled on his hair to create a more stable stance. Once he was certain Pedro was secure, Ray increased his pace gradually until he was jogging at his normal rhythm. Pedro was having the time of his life; he never imagined he’d be riding around on a giant’s head. Ray ran so fast, with such long, powerful strides, that Pedro felt as if he were flying at a dazzling height in the sky. The effect was intensified by the cold breeze that blew through Ray’s hair, whipping it around.

Ray started to sweat, making his head and hair slippery, but Pedro successfully held on. The giant ran towards the sunrise as the sky lit up with resplendent orange and yellow highlights. He paused briefly to catch his breath and admire the fiery display. He was glad to share the moment with Pedro, in the tranquil stillness of the crisp morning. He experienced a light tickle as Pedro rubbed the top of his head with his tiny hand. Sucking in lungfuls of clean air, Ray jogged back to his house with the rising sun kissing his back and painting the scenery with gold highlights.

By now, he had worked up quite an appetite with all the exercise. He placed Pedro on the counter in the kitchen to keep him company and whipped up a quick breakfast of pancakes.

“Regrettably, I don’t have any blueberries or anything to flavor the batter,” Ray noted as he poured the pancake mix into the pan. He dripped a single drop next to his big pancake to make one appropriately sized for Pedro.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Pedro said. “Next time though, we should get some chocolate chips!”

Ray chuckled. “It doesn’t surprise me that you like chocolate chips, considering you taste like one yourself.” He bit his lip and went quiet as he immediately regretted his faux pas. He didn’t want Pedro to know that he fantasized about eating him. He didn’t even want to think about his strange new cravings himself. He suddenly became very preoccupied with flipping the pancakes, sheepishly averting his eyes from Pedro.

“Uh, what was that?” Pedro asked. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard Ray correctly.

“Oh, nothing, nothing! Forget it!” Ray exclaimed with a bloom of fresh pink tinting his cheeks. “Here, take a pancake!” He slapped Pedro’s miniature pancake down in front of him. Pedro looked up at him with confusion at his response. Ray flung his much larger pancake down on a plate and stuffed a hardy chunk in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to clarify his words. “Mmmmm, isn’t that good?” he said, barely coherent with his mouth full.

Pedro cocked an eyebrow as he took a small bite out of his own breakfast. “Yes, it’s delicious. Thank you, Ray,” he said softly. The two ate in awkward silence. Pedro gave Ray a questioning look, but Ray made it abundantly clear he wasn’t ready to talk about it as he continued to scarf down his breakfast. As he gulped down the final bite, he made a show of checking his watch.

“Oh, look at the time! I need to hurry up and get ready for work!” he yelled, at a louder volume than necessary, and rushed out of the kitchen. Pedro stared after him, increasingly dumbfounded. Ray was acting very oddly, and he didn’t understand why. Ray returned soon after, groomed and suited up in his police uniform. He looked stunningly handsome, freshly shaved and washed and with his hair neatly combed and parted. He made sure Pedro was all set up with access to everything he could potentially need, since he was restricted in the giant house with his miniscule size, and left in a hurry before Pedro could ask any uncomfortable questions.

Pedro sat by himself in the giant house, which felt so empty without the rumble of Ray’s clumsy feet. He thought about what Ray had said that rendered him so flustered. It didn’t make any sense. If Pedro had heard him correctly, Ray claimed he tasted like chocolate chips. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Pedro looked down at his arm, thinking hard. Ray had lapped him all over with his enormous tongue when they had sex. He gave his arm an exploratory lick. He didn’t think he tasted particularly flavorful—definitely not like chocolate—but then again, he wasn’t a giant, was he? Were giant taste buds different?

He grabbed his phone and searched the one place where he knew he could get definitive answers: the internet. What he found was... disturbing, to say the least. Giants did eat humans. Apparently, the practice wasn’t common, but some giants had a natural urge to eat humans after tasting or swallowing one for the first time. Pedro wondered to himself if Ray had ever eaten a human before. Obviously, he had tasted a human: himself.

He dug deeper. There was so much. He found recipes for cooking humans, suggestions for pairing humans with complimentary dishes or wines, advice for how to lure in humans or convince them to allow themselves to be eaten. How to predict what a human tasted like based on their appearance or personality, what foods to feed them to improve their flavor, the differences in taste between men and women. Pedro was surprised to learn that humans came in a wide variety of flavors, ranging from sweet to savory or meaty. From what Ray had told him, he was solidly in the “sweet” category.

He ventured further down the rabbit hole. He was stunned to discover that giants could experience erotic pleasure from consuming live humans. The feeling of a living creature squirming on the way down their throats or inside their guts, rubbing their insides, was arousing. Furthermore, there was a safe way to eat a human without fatally digesting him. Special “human pills” existed that made a human immune to digestion. Pedro read articles describing the experience from a giant’s perspective. He even found erotica and porn that he had to admit was pretty hot when he imagined himself and Ray performing the act together.

Pedro was fascinated. The concept was too intriguing to ignore; he had to try it with Ray. Pedro was quite the adventurer, and pleasuring his giant lover in a way that he was uniquely suited to was too alluring an opportunity to pass up. Ray’s behavior suggested he wanted it too but was probably nervous to ask. Pedro smiled to himself as he ordered a human pill kit online. After some thought, he purchased a packet of brownie mix as well. The advice online had suggested pairing the correct food flavors, after all. He made sure to choose express, same-day shipping, despite the extra fee. He was too exhilarated to wait—perhaps nervous as well, but the danger was part of the thrill.

When Ray came home from work, he was surprised to find a couple of packages sitting on his porch. He brought them in, puzzling. “Pedro? Are these yours?”

“Ah, yes!” Pedro called back with excitement. “Open them up!” Ray complied, tearing open the plastic on the larger package.

“Brownie mix?” he questioned with confusion, holding up the box.

“Yes!” Pedro shouted with enthusiasm. “I’ve been craving brownies! Can you make them? Pretty please?” He gave Ray sweet puppy dog eyes.

“Well, sure, if that’s what you want.” Ray thought it odd, for Pedro to be so enthused about a dessert, but he happily complied. He had quite the sweet tooth himself, and brownies sounded delicious. He placed Pedro down on the counter next to the second package, forgetting it as he prepared the mix. He threw the brownies in the oven to cook and left to go change out of his work clothes in the interim. While he was gone, Pedro labored to poke a hole in the wrapping of the second package until he finally succeeded in opening it. He popped open the pill bottle and took one of the anti-digestion pills. He was ready.

He tingled all over with elation as Ray removed the brownies out of the oven to let them cool. The giant had no idea what he was getting into as he carved the confection into squares with a knife and pulled a big serving out of the baking dish and onto a plate. He figured, since the brownies were soft, Pedro could tear off small pieces as he pleased, so he didn’t need to break it into crumbs for him. He inhaled the rich chocolate aroma with delight. His stomach was grumbling with hunger.

Ray looked away for a moment to serve up a second brownie, and Pedro saw his chance. He stripped off his clothes and climbed up on the gigantic brownie, striking what he hoped was a seductive pose. The giant turned back, and his eyes boggled out of his head. He dropped the plate he was carrying in shock, but didn’t even acknowledge it as it shattered on the floor. He was fixated on Pedro.

“Pedro!” he gasped. “What-” He couldn’t bring himself to finish as his eyes wandered over his naked form, the tasty little topping for an irresistible dessert. He licked his lips, his eyes wide as saucers.

“Do I look appetizing?” Pedro purred, rubbing a handful of chocolate on his chest. Ray nodded wordlessly, his face heating up with passion. “Then take a bite, big boy. Eat me up.” He winked and bit his lip, sliding his hand down over his nude body sensually. He stopped on his hard cock, gripping it in his hand.

Ray was lightheaded as his heart thrummed in his chest. He felt pressure in his groin as blood flowed to his extremity with physical arousal. Was he dreaming? He felt disconnected from his body as he watched his hand reach out of its own volition to grasp the brownie, with Pedro on top. He brought the brownie up close to his mouth. His lips quivered. Pedro gazed up at his expansive face with rapturous eyes. He lifted his tiny hand up to those huge, soft lips and grazed them reverently with his fingers. Ray flinched slightly at his touch.

The giant gulped nervously. Pedro couldn’t repress a shiver as he heard the squelching sound of his massive throat as he swallowed, watched his oversized Adam’s apple pulse under the skin on his neck. As eager as he was to pleasure his giant lover, the idea of being eaten alive was still frightening. Regardless, he remained firm in his resolve, even as Ray wavered.

“I-I can’t…” Ray murmured fearfully. “I might… kill you…” He began to pull away, but Pedro grabbed his lips to stop him. Pedro tickled his mustache with his fingers, teasing him.

“Shhh… no need to worry,” Pedro assured him in a soothing tone. “I took a pill. You can swallow me and I’ll be safe and cozy inside you.” He slid his hand between the giant’s humongous lips, worming his arm inside up to his shoulder. His hand brushed against the slick surface of Ray’s massive teeth. He felt the incisors separate, and his hand contacted the fleshy tip of Ray’s tongue. The tongue sampled him, coating his hand in saliva. The slimy, bumpy appendage moved up his arm, exploring. Ray’s lips opened with longing, revealing the deep, dark cavity within.

Pedro froze up as he stared into the gargantuan mouth, with its fearsome teeth, the great arch of the hard palate above like the roof of a cathedral, and the passage to the back of the throat that he knew would entirely engulf him, and drag him down to the depths of the forbidden inner sanctum, the stomach. He suddenly felt very, very small and vulnerable, as he experienced the raw power of the hefty tongue licking his skin. He was insignificant enough to be nothing more than a snack. His pulse spiked as he realized this act would be the ultimate test of trust: He would be giving himself up entirely to Ray, permitting the giant man to consume him whole, completely dependent on him to let him back out, helpless in his fate. His life was in Ray’s hands, soon to be in his mouth and digestive system.

Pedro trusted Ray. He willingly entered the giant’s mouth as Ray hesitantly opened his jaws wider to immerse him, along with the brownie. He passed through the pearly white gates of teeth to be inside Ray. The ivory tiles of bone closed around him, and he was fully submerged in his body. He gave himself up to the giant as the tongue moved to separate him from the brownie. He sat on the colossal sensory organ, jostled about as he watched the brownie disintegrate into mush under the powerful crushing force of the huge molars. A thrill of anxiety jolted through his heart as he observed the masticated food get sucked down the fleshy shaft of the throat in a tremendous, yet effortless, gulp, with the knowledge that he would soon follow.

Ray was in no hurry to swallow Pedro, however. His flavor was marvelous and put the brownie to shame. He rolled the tiny man around on his tongue, feeling every inch of his body from his head to his feet, stroking and caressing him with sublime sensual pleasure. Pedro went limp as he allowed himself to be handled however Ray pleased. The mouth pooled with saliva, soaking him like a warm bath. He looked around with wonder at all the inner details of the mouth, the teeth and gums and gullet, blown up on such a vast scale.

He found himself sliding down the curve of the tongue towards the throat, and realized Ray was ready to swallow him. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he gazed down into the slippery red tube into darkness. With a flash of determination, he dived in. The throat muscles seized him and dragged him down with shocking force, squeezing him tightly. Pedro’s heart pounded as he was pulled down with frightening rapidity and strength in a controlled drop. Ray’s colossal heart and lungs thundered around him when he passed through his chest. By the time he dropped down into his stomach, he was a bit overwhelmed and dizzy.

He plopped into a puddle of gastric juices inside a wet, churning, gurgling sack and realized he had completed his wild journey. He was deep inside Ray’s core, almost a part of him. He explored the pitch blackness, walking around and feeling the squishy, pulsing walls surrounding him with astonishment. He could feel Ray’s movements as he shifted his mass and hear his soft moans of contentment reverberating through his viscera. Recalling what he had read about how giants enjoyed their insides rubbed, Pedro caressed the stomach walls around him. Being inside Ray meant he could pick up on every subtle physiological response of the giant’s body, including changes in his heartbeat, breathing, and body temperature, and Pedro marveled at how intimate it felt. He nestled into a fold of the stomach lining and curled up with comfort. He felt warm, cozy, and safe.

From the outside, Ray rubbed his belly with fondness. He had been scared to swallow Pedro, but now that the man was inside him, he felt full and satiated. He had to admit that Joey was right: Eating a human was a special and remarkable feeling, comparable to sexual satisfaction. Every small movement from Pedro, as he walked around inside his gut and fondled his insides, filled him with intense pleasure. He carefully sprawled out on the couch, trying his best not to jostle Pedro within, and kneaded his belly with his hands like pizza dough. He was in heaven.

Chapter 36

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