The birds were singing, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. I was getting a full body massage and already had a full erection, an embarrassing situation. Yet still, the massage continued.
If anyone heard just those words, perhaps they’d think I was extremely relaxed and lucky.
Instead, the birds were bigger than cars, the sun was making everything hot in this jungle, and oh yeah I was currently being used as a fucking jockstrap!
I sighed, banging my head against this giant woman’s clit. I didn’t even really know if I was being sexually assaulted right now. What type of society grabs people, ties them up, and walks around wearing them?! I could feel my whole body being constantly rubbed against. Soft and wet. Vibrations from her simply walking. There was no god damn way I could ‘last’ at this rate.
I tried to forcefully shelf that future embarrassment and loss of dignity. Not that it could fall much further.
Sometimes, you really had to take stock of the situation. I was getting that weird nasty feeling I sometimes had in games where I couldn’t tell how the fuck I’d gotten to this point. It was so much worse experiencing it in real life. So let’s see.
I was summoned to this world as a demon and fought a baron and his men while suffering a mental collapse and mental… restoration?
Shortly afterwards I was nearly killed and then forced towards the Elven Kingdom.
There I ‘fought’ an ogre, goblins, and finally a God Damn Super Vampire, barely surviving by the use of literal miracles, a fighting genius, a magical genius, and a regular old half decent plan and a lot of luck, still nearly dying twice during that alone.
Finally, I reached the Elven Territories… and it was great. I loved it. Except for the intense social elements with my asshole brigade of companions, it was pretty wonderful almost all throughout.
Then I learned of a new Gem, Cultists, and then found, fought, and killed those cultists all within the span of the same day. In the process, I got teleported here.
Here… a massive super sized jungle, with super sized Flora and Fauna. Weakened, naked, and quickly found by a Giant local who decided I’d make a great pair of underwear.
Now? Now I was trying not to cum while figuring out where things all went wrong.
I should have left immediately. I should have politely refused Silinthia, pretended I was cool with The Heroes, and should have just fucking ran as far away as I could go. God, a good run sounds amazing right now.
My body shivered and I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
My senses were under attack. The smell this close up was, intense. Especially at this size! The heat and warmth, the cool wet feeling, it was too much. It wasn’t specifically massaging my dick, but all of me. Not to mention, I felt a strange warmth coming from inside me, around my waist. It only made things harder to ignore. The vibrations were building across me and my breath had started to turn into pants. This was… stupid. Ridiculous. I didn’t, I shouldn’t, I wasn’t going to-
I struggled to move, lashing out with my tail, biting her clit, trying to get away but it didn’t work at all. It only made things worse, the pleasure flowing through, constantly pulsing and rubbing against me and-
“Ah~”
I came, feeling like I’d truly lost all dignity.
It wasn’t my fault! Any man would be forced to do the same!
As I laid there, hanging in the air, I reflected that part of me wanted this. Not the weird giantess sex, but the exploration and adventure. The learning and experiencing of new things. I was already starting to resent that part of me.
Which only deepened when, of course, the Giantess didn’t stop walking, the vibrations didn’t stop coming, and the rubbing against me didn’t end. Oh great, not again. This was going to be Celena and her dick sucking all over again.
****
She finally stopped. Fucking, finally.
My dick felt raw and sore and my mind felt fuzzy. Too much pleasure. Wayyy too much pleasure. Blehhhhh.
I looked ‘up’ as I could look no way else and saw the world upside down. Upside down… and full of women. We were in a village! A village of giants!
Of only giant women… who all had ‘clothing’ of their own.
Christ almighty. What the fuck was happening out in this jungle. I had so many questions, a few desires, and no relief to either of them.
The women looked… different. Some were older, some younger, all adults in their prime it seemed. The patterns of white triangles were different on different people, sometimes going up just the arms, or across the forehead, or layered around their waists. But there were patterns I could see, patterns I quickly figured out meant their ‘job’ or position in the ‘tribe’ if the similar weaponry was anything to go by.
There were men and women, the my-size kind, being used as all sorts of articles of clothing. Sure, most were essentially ‘pasties’ for nipples or underwear, but I saw necklaces, earrings, a headband in one person’s case, and someone tied to a belly button like a gemstone.
I gawked at the sight. Where had all these people come from? No, that was the wrong question, why were they doing this at all?! They had essentially enslaved a whole population!
But that was only the second weirdest thing. No, the first was the clear… care? They showed. It was obvious at a glance that they had long practiced walking and moving with miniature people attached. Just like when the Giant Woman had carefully placed that other guy in her bag, I didn’t catch a single sight of anyone being careless. No one was sitting, there were no chairs at all that I saw despite seeing people making bows and pottery. There were plenty of tents though and an especially big one I saw that we were heading to.
This tent was… strange. There were far too many entrances for it. Sure, I accepted it must be a communal space, but there was a woman standing over something that looked like… a desk? A rough idea of a desk. A tall wooden slab. And the woman herself was worth mentioning.
She was the first and only person I’d seen so far out of this tribe, who had gray hair. And yet despite that, she still looked young. It was in the eyes and the emotions on her face, that really told you she had been around for a while. There was just something there that spoke of having lived for a very, very long time.
“Saisaie? Whed esa irrui nuailr fesc ruul llsun fedsurrailr?”
“Gsaed Ernas, I lluiln Lailla Bsailrasr whaira I wer uid! Nud shird elirr Lailla Bsailrasr, fid vesaieldr!”
“Vesaieldr? Shuw dhan du na ainnanaiedarirr.”
“I'ya ersaenirr awiaiffan dhan Gseln Ernas. I nird llaisrd fid fesc dha udhas Lailla Bsailras.”
“Ah, ull suisra. I wer duu herdirr.”
I really wish I understood any of that. I was starting to understand that ‘Lailla Bsailras” referred to us though. Or maybe normal, er, little? Sized people in general.
Suddenly we were moving again and I couldn’t quite see. We were over the ‘desk’ and something was on it. It wasn’t until the woman I was attached to bent down, that I saw why this area was so communal and important.
It was a town. A town full of people. No roofs but there were walls. Walls separating people out but only a little bit. Every box had a clear opening and I saw hundreds of people just sitting or laying on beds. Something struck me as deeply wrong when I looked at them, but I lost sight as, what did the ‘old’ woman call her, Saisaie? As Saisaie put the man from her bag down into the town.
I felt confused and sick to my stomach. Something about all of this… was wrong, far more wrong than just being enslaved and treated like an object. Not to mention, my power sense had went off.
It had been going off constantly. Where Vanessa had ‘Quality’, I was getting a very important lesson on pure ‘Quantity.’ Saisaie wasn’t that strong, Lower C-rank. But her size, her massive size, changed that calculation completely. So was the ogre from before, but she could probably destroy 100 of them without any trouble. I had the sensation that if she were normal sized, she wouldn’t be that much stronger than a normal human. D-rank, for sure, but not superhuman.
That wasn’t true of the old woman, at all. She wasn’t B-rank, thank god, otherwise I’d probably be doomed to an eternity of this. But she was strong even without her size… and her size was a lot to handle already.
After the person was put down into the town, Saisaie stepped back… and I found myself being taken off. Very, very gently. Beyond my confusion, was my interest. Was I too, going to be put into that town for a while? Swapped out with someone else? That’d actually be great! I could get the lay of the land, information, figure out where we are, how to get away from here, etc.
…but that town gave me the creeps for some reason. I couldn’t say I wanted to continue to become wet and forced to cum vs that but… my instincts and mind were in disagreement. And honestly, for once, I didn’t know which one to listen to.
I was eventually released and quickly picked up and then placed on the desk away from the town. Standing right in front of the old woman.
Konohora was soon placed next to me.
“Konohora! Are you okay?”
“It was… an unusual experience. You seem…” She trailed off, looking at me.
I looked down and a blush crept up my cheeks. I was soaked and my dick… was still suffering from being forced up. Namely in that, it was still up.
“Well… I had… a different situation.” I finally managed to say.
“Mm. I could hear you from where I was.”
I coughed, looking to the side. Sadly, that put me directly in sight with the old woman.
“Rinainaldesirr relriera! Aln... Buln Medar?” She said towards Saisaie.
“Buln Medar.” Saisaie nodded in… agreement?
I was going to have to learn a whole other language at this rate.
“Hey!” I shouted up at them. They both turned to look at me. “Uh…” Being stared at by two fucking giants, who I could literally feel could squash me like a bug… was not great.
“C-Could you let us go? Or, at least maybe… open up some communication? I have no idea who either of you two are! I’m Derek, this is Konohora. It's… nice to meet you?”
I tried. I doubted they knew Common. But as long as they realized I was trying to talk to them-
“Huw rdselra... aid'r raica aid'r dsirrailr du derc du ir. Aln ruuc ed aidr llusn!”
What an awful language. It was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. I don’t know what was said but suddenly the old woman reached out a hand and my eyes widened. I thought I was going to be grabbed again… but instead she stretched out her index finger, rubbing my head, near my horns.
“Uhhh…”
She rubbed my head for a moment and then reached behind and began pulling on my wings. I jerked forwards at that.
“Hey! Knock that off!”
She let go, thankfully, before reaching back and-
I felt frozen on the spot. She had grabbed my tail. Grabbed it between her thumb and index finger, and pulled it up, stretching. A heavy blush came from me. I felt like I was a horse at some kind of show, being inspected.
“Knock it the fuck off already!”
I lengthed my tail, releasing my sharp edges, and lashing out. They didn’t do anything, but thank god, she finally let go. I felt molested.
Konohora just stared, a serious look on her face… but amusement in her eyes.
“A fuwasllir sunfed Vesaield. Hnn. Buln Medar... wa rhuirn dsirr rafesedailr dhan, llus ulrirr e fsaiall whaira. Id wuirn fa faddas llus dha Tsaifa aill dhaais sullasdaiul werl'd rdsulr.” The old woman said.
“Gsaed Ernas…” Saisaie said, hesitatingly. There was no mistaking that tone and my hackles were immediately raised. That was never a good sign.
“Olrirr llus e raiddra whaira. A neirr us dwu, ed nurd. Buln Medar... esa Sessan.”
“Sessan.” She agreed.
A hand came for me. I considered my options, before sighing in defeat. Where had that pragmatic part of me gone? How many times had I already potentially annoyed people that could kill me? I was tired and exhausted and not thinking straight. I wasn’t even normal demon level of powerful right now. Even if I was, I would be at a severe size disadvantage. I had to be more cautious, start acting like the weakling I was. The cowardly survive and the fools die.
I could get out of this situation after I had regained my strength.
I saw I was heading towards being underwear again… while Konohora was being moved towards the town! My eyes lit up. This was great! Konohora with her truth telling power could figure something out while in town.
We’d escape in no time at all with that type of advantage. As I mentally prepared myself as I saw a wall of flesh coming at me, I wondered about Tyler and Riary. I hoped they were getting along okay so far without us.
****
Huh huh huh, Tyler could, could barely breath. He was bellowing like a forge in great pants, utterly exhausted, tired, so tired.
“They’re finally… all dead.” He said.
He had to use his bare hands, quick tactics, and Riary’s magic, but they’d managed to kill the wolves chasing them in this snowy wasteland. It had been… insane and his adrenaline was through the roof. He wasn’t uninjured, but Riary could stem the worst of it with her magic. Still, it hurt. It hurt, a lot. Both the wounds themselves and the fire. He found himself jealous of Derek in those moments, wishing he was immune to pain.
As for Riary… he had protected her the best he could and for that, she was uninjured.
But not for long.
They were both naked and had been running and fighting for over an hour. In any other situation he would’ve felt embarrassed but now that emotion just seemed so… pointless. They were dying because they were naked. Freezing to death. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t embarrassing, it was horrifying.
“Tyler.” Riary said, voice just as tired. Her mana channels had barely come back, before they were sapped of strength. Her fire had barely been able to light and it had drained all she had. It was enough to scare the wolves, giving Tyler an opening, but not enough to warm them both. Not like this.
“What do we do?” She asked.
He looked around. Snow. Snow and ice. That was all they had!
An idea pinged in his mind.
“Hey Riary…”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever built an igloo?”
The birds were singing, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. I was getting a full body massage and already had a full erection, an embarrassing situation. Yet still, the massage continued.
If anyone heard just those words, perhaps they’d think I was extremely relaxed and lucky.
Instead, the birds were bigger than cars, the sun was making everything hot in this jungle, and oh yeah I was currently being used as a fucking jockstrap!
I sighed, banging my head against this giant woman’s clit. I didn’t even really know if I was being sexually assaulted right now. What type of society grabs people, ties them up, and walks around wearing them?! I could feel my whole body being constantly rubbed against. Soft and wet. Vibrations from her simply walking. There was no god damn way I could ‘last’ at this rate.
I tried to forcefully shelf that future embarrassment and loss of dignity. Not that it could fall much further.
Sometimes, you really had to take stock of the situation. I was getting that weird nasty feeling I sometimes had in games where I couldn’t tell how the fuck I’d gotten to this point. It was so much worse experiencing it in real life. So let’s see.
I was summoned to this world as a demon and fought a baron and his men while suffering a mental collapse and mental… restoration?
Shortly afterwards I was nearly killed and then forced towards the Elven Kingdom.
There I ‘fought’ an ogre, goblins, and finally a God Damn Super Vampire, barely surviving by the use of literal miracles, a fighting genius, a magical genius, and a regular old half decent plan and a lot of luck, still nearly dying twice during that alone.
Finally, I reached the Elven Territories… and it was great. I loved it. Except for the intense social elements with my asshole brigade of companions, it was pretty wonderful almost all throughout.
Then I learned of a new Gem, Cultists, and then found, fought, and killed those cultists all within the span of the same day. In the process, I got teleported here.
Here… a massive super sized jungle, with super sized Flora and Fauna. Weakened, naked, and quickly found by a Giant local who decided I’d make a great pair of underwear.
Now? Now I was trying not to cum while figuring out where things all went wrong.
I should have left immediately. I should have politely refused Silinthia, pretended I was cool with The Heroes, and should have just fucking ran as far away as I could go. God, a good run sounds amazing right now.
My body shivered and I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
My senses were under attack. The smell this close up was, intense. Especially at this size! The heat and warmth, the cool wet feeling, it was too much. It wasn’t specifically massaging my dick, but all of me. Not to mention, I felt a strange warmth coming from inside me, around my waist. It only made things harder to ignore. The vibrations were building across me and my breath had started to turn into pants. This was… stupid. Ridiculous. I didn’t, I shouldn’t, I wasn’t going to-
I struggled to move, lashing out with my tail, biting her clit, trying to get away but it didn’t work at all. It only made things worse, the pleasure flowing through, constantly pulsing and rubbing against me and-
“Ah~”
I came, feeling like I’d truly lost all dignity.
It wasn’t my fault! Any man would be forced to do the same!
As I laid there, hanging in the air, I reflected that part of me wanted this. Not the weird giantess sex, but the exploration and adventure. The learning and experiencing of new things. I was already starting to resent that part of me.
Which only deepened when, of course, the Giantess didn’t stop walking, the vibrations didn’t stop coming, and the rubbing against me didn’t end. Oh great, not again. This was going to be Celena and her dick sucking all over again.
****
She finally stopped. Fucking, finally.
My dick felt raw and sore and my mind felt fuzzy. Too much pleasure. Wayyy too much pleasure. Blehhhhh.
I looked ‘up’ as I could look no way else and saw the world upside down. Upside down… and full of women. We were in a village! A village of giants!
Of only giant women… who all had ‘clothing’ of their own.
Christ almighty. What the fuck was happening out in this jungle. I had so many questions, a few desires, and no relief to either of them.
The women looked… different. Some were older, some younger, all adults in their prime it seemed. The patterns of white triangles were different on different people, sometimes going up just the arms, or across the forehead, or layered around their waists. But there were patterns I could see, patterns I quickly figured out meant their ‘job’ or position in the ‘tribe’ if the similar weaponry was anything to go by.
There were men and women, the my-size kind, being used as all sorts of articles of clothing. Sure, most were essentially ‘pasties’ for nipples or underwear, but I saw necklaces, earrings, a headband in one person’s case, and someone tied to a belly button like a gemstone.
I gawked at the sight. Where had all these people come from? No, that was the wrong question, why were they doing this at all?! They had essentially enslaved a whole population!
But that was only the second weirdest thing. No, the first was the clear… care? They showed. It was obvious at a glance that they had long practiced walking and moving with miniature people attached. Just like when the Giant Woman had carefully placed that other guy in her bag, I didn’t catch a single sight of anyone being careless. No one was sitting, there were no chairs at all that I saw despite seeing people making bows and pottery. There were plenty of tents though and an especially big one I saw that we were heading to.
This tent was… strange. There were far too many entrances for it. Sure, I accepted it must be a communal space, but there was a woman standing over something that looked like… a desk? A rough idea of a desk. A tall wooden slab. And the woman herself was worth mentioning.
She was the first and only person I’d seen so far out of this tribe, who had gray hair. And yet despite that, she still looked young. It was in the eyes and the emotions on her face, that really told you she had been around for a while. There was just something there that spoke of having lived for a very, very long time.
“Saisaie? Whed esa irrui nuailr fesc ruul llsun fedsurrailr?”
“Gsaed Ernas, I lluiln Lailla Bsailrasr whaira I wer uid! Nud shird elirr Lailla Bsailrasr, fid vesaieldr!”
“Vesaieldr? Shuw dhan du na ainnanaiedarirr.”
“I'ya ersaenirr awiaiffan dhan Gseln Ernas. I nird llaisrd fid fesc dha udhas Lailla Bsailras.”
“Ah, ull suisra. I wer duu herdirr.”
I really wish I understood any of that. I was starting to understand that ‘Lailla Bsailras” referred to us though. Or maybe normal, er, little? Sized people in general.
Suddenly we were moving again and I couldn’t quite see. We were over the ‘desk’ and something was on it. It wasn’t until the woman I was attached to bent down, that I saw why this area was so communal and important.
It was a town. A town full of people. No roofs but there were walls. Walls separating people out but only a little bit. Every box had a clear opening and I saw hundreds of people just sitting or laying on beds. Something struck me as deeply wrong when I looked at them, but I lost sight as, what did the ‘old’ woman call her, Saisaie? As Saisaie put the man from her bag down into the town.
I felt confused and sick to my stomach. Something about all of this… was wrong, far more wrong than just being enslaved and treated like an object. Not to mention, my power sense had went off.
It had been going off constantly. Where Vanessa had ‘Quality’, I was getting a very important lesson on pure ‘Quantity.’ Saisaie wasn’t that strong, Lower C-rank. But her size, her massive size, changed that calculation completely. So was the ogre from before, but she could probably destroy 100 of them without any trouble. I had the sensation that if she were normal sized, she wouldn’t be that much stronger than a normal human. D-rank, for sure, but not superhuman.
That wasn’t true of the old woman, at all. She wasn’t B-rank, thank god, otherwise I’d probably be doomed to an eternity of this. But she was strong even without her size… and her size was a lot to handle already.
After the person was put down into the town, Saisaie stepped back… and I found myself being taken off. Very, very gently. Beyond my confusion, was my interest. Was I too, going to be put into that town for a while? Swapped out with someone else? That’d actually be great! I could get the lay of the land, information, figure out where we are, how to get away from here, etc.
…but that town gave me the creeps for some reason. I couldn’t say I wanted to continue to become wet and forced to cum vs that but… my instincts and mind were in disagreement. And honestly, for once, I didn’t know which one to listen to.
I was eventually released and quickly picked up and then placed on the desk away from the town. Standing right in front of the old woman.
Konohora was soon placed next to me.
“Konohora! Are you okay?”
“It was… an unusual experience. You seem…” She trailed off, looking at me.
I looked down and a blush crept up my cheeks. I was soaked and my dick… was still suffering from being forced up. Namely in that, it was still up.
“Well… I had… a different situation.” I finally managed to say.
“Mm. I could hear you from where I was.”
I coughed, looking to the side. Sadly, that put me directly in sight with the old woman.
“Rinainaldesirr relriera! Aln... Buln Medar?” She said towards Saisaie.
“Buln Medar.” Saisaie nodded in… agreement?
I was going to have to learn a whole other language at this rate.
“Hey!” I shouted up at them. They both turned to look at me. “Uh…” Being stared at by two fucking giants, who I could literally feel could squash me like a bug… was not great.
“C-Could you let us go? Or, at least maybe… open up some communication? I have no idea who either of you two are! I’m Derek, this is Konohora. It's… nice to meet you?”
I tried. I doubted they knew Common. But as long as they realized I was trying to talk to them-
“Huw rdselra... aid'r raica aid'r dsirrailr du derc du ir. Aln ruuc ed aidr llusn!”
What an awful language. It was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. I don’t know what was said but suddenly the old woman reached out a hand and my eyes widened. I thought I was going to be grabbed again… but instead she stretched out her index finger, rubbing my head, near my horns.
“Uhhh…”
She rubbed my head for a moment and then reached behind and began pulling on my wings. I jerked forwards at that.
“Hey! Knock that off!”
She let go, thankfully, before reaching back and-
I felt frozen on the spot. She had grabbed my tail. Grabbed it between her thumb and index finger, and pulled it up, stretching. A heavy blush came from me. I felt like I was a horse at some kind of show, being inspected.
“Knock it the fuck off already!”
I lengthed my tail, releasing my sharp edges, and lashing out. They didn’t do anything, but thank god, she finally let go. I felt molested.
Konohora just stared, a serious look on her face… but amusement in her eyes.
“A fuwasllir sunfed Vesaield. Hnn. Buln Medar... wa rhuirn dsirr rafesedailr dhan, llus ulrirr e fsaiall whaira. Id wuirn fa faddas llus dha Tsaifa aill dhaais sullasdaiul werl'd rdsulr.” The old woman said.
“Gsaed Ernas…” Saisaie said, hesitatingly. There was no mistaking that tone and my hackles were immediately raised. That was never a good sign.
“Olrirr llus e raiddra whaira. A neirr us dwu, ed nurd. Buln Medar... esa Sessan.”
“Sessan.” She agreed.
A hand came for me. I considered my options, before sighing in defeat. Where had that pragmatic part of me gone? How many times had I already potentially annoyed people that could kill me? I was tired and exhausted and not thinking straight. I wasn’t even normal demon level of powerful right now. Even if I was, I would be at a severe size disadvantage. I had to be more cautious, start acting like the weakling I was. The cowardly survive and the fools die.
I could get out of this situation after I had regained my strength.
I saw I was heading towards being underwear again… while Konohora was being moved towards the town! My eyes lit up. This was great! Konohora with her truth telling power could figure something out while in town.
We’d escape in no time at all with that type of advantage. As I mentally prepared myself as I saw a wall of flesh coming at me, I wondered about Tyler and Riary. I hoped they were getting along okay so far without us.
****
Huh huh huh, Tyler could, could barely breath. He was bellowing like a forge in great pants, utterly exhausted, tired, so tired.
“They’re finally… all dead.” He said.
He had to use his bare hands, quick tactics, and Riary’s magic, but they’d managed to kill the wolves chasing them in this snowy wasteland. It had been… insane and his adrenaline was through the roof. He wasn’t uninjured, but Riary could stem the worst of it with her magic. Still, it hurt. It hurt, a lot. Both the wounds themselves and the fire. He found himself jealous of Derek in those moments, wishing he was immune to pain.
As for Riary… he had protected her the best he could and for that, she was uninjured.
But not for long.
They were both naked and had been running and fighting for over an hour. In any other situation he would’ve felt embarrassed but now that emotion just seemed so… pointless. They were dying because they were naked. Freezing to death. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t embarrassing, it was horrifying.
“Tyler.” Riary said, voice just as tired. Her mana channels had barely come back, before they were sapped of strength. Her fire had barely been able to light and it had drained all she had. It was enough to scare the wolves, giving Tyler an opening, but not enough to warm them both. Not like this.
“What do we do?” She asked.
He looked around. Snow. Snow and ice. That was all they had!
An idea pinged in his mind.
“Hey Riary…”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever built an igloo?”
