#14 - Love Bites

While her friends were left to decipher the inconsistencies to the monster they now had to live beneath, Robin’s own mind went back and forth throughout her workday.

She wondered how she could improve their living conditions, at the same time as she imagined scenarios of them dying at her hands. She wondered if she should buy them something nice as a peace offering, while she hyped herself up on selfish ways in which she could indulge herself with them once she got home.

There was no need to hide, from now on they would never see her as anything other than their sadistic caretaker, she could just play with them like toys if she wanted.

The born-again monstrosity came home after her shift, carrying a paper bag that clinked and chimed, which she put down next to the living room table, before dropping her work-bag beside the couch and sitting down. She pulled off her grimy sneakers and dingy socks, to free those god-awful feet of hers.

“Friday night, bitches,” she said, with a grin on her face, awaiting a response or question that never came, before continuing herself. “You know what that means?”

“You bought drinks.” Oscar answered.

“Yeah, and even better,” Robin said, as she pulled out some items from the paper bag. “Tiny cups, and tiny drink barrels.”

“Are you sure you want to be drinking right now,” Jade frowned, as Robin unwrapped the items from the transparent plastic they were held in.

“Yeah,” Robin said with a smile of genuine excitement. “With the death of Simon, all the scary and depressing talk of me coming out, and you being my reluctant little allies, I figured it would take the edge off.”

All the looseness of her smarmy attitude couldn’t hide it. Jade recognized the behavior from when they’d been the same size. The sudden need for her and everyone around her to drink was a call for help, a sign she was hurting.

Whatever weight had been lifted from the tomboy’s shoulders the night before, had been replaced by something else nagging at her mind, something she wished to drown out. Was it guilt, remorse, the feelings that might be keeping the four of them alive, were those the ones she sought to numb?

No one would be able to help Robin now that she was a this dangerous colossal being. If this was how she decided to cope, they were but helpless bystanders who’d get swept up in the mess that would unfold.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Jade said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Robin said, smiling as she tilted her head, “and I got the bigger brain, so I must be right.”

Elias leaned into Jade, and said, “She’s clearly already had some before she got home. We both know what she’s like when she had a few too many.”

Jade whispered back, “So, what do we do?”

“Me?” Elias paused. “I won’t turn down a drink on my last night alive, best to enjoy things until she gets too playful or falls face first on the table and flattens us all.”

Robin put the plastic barrels down on the table, and let the tiny cups scatter beside them, “Check this out, we got some Belgian stuff for Oscar and me, some light beer for Theo, and a fine bottle of white for Elias and Jade.”

“I’m not drinking,” Jade said, as Robin began to fill up the barrels.

Robin ignored her comment and walked to the kitchen to fetch herself a glass. It didn’t take long for Elias to pour an entire cup of wine down his gullet, before grabbing a refill. Oscar glanced over at Theo, who was staying in the bed-fort. He decided to pick up the cups, and fill one for both him and his friend.

“Are you serious?” the black-haired girl said, as she watched her friend walk by.

“Theo’s a mess.” Oscar said. “Twink needs a pick-me-up.”

The ground thundered as Robin put down a pint glass for herself, and began filling it up, eyeing Jade as if she was daring her to say something about it, do something about it. She raised her glass at the group.

“Cheers.”

The others barely responded, Theo and Elias only shot her a quick glance, while Oscar was the only one to raise his cup back at her.

Throughout the next half hour, Jade kept herself separated from the others, watching the animated background of an hour-long Lo-fi hip hop playlist video, which Robin had put up on the massive screen in front of her.

Things were calm, quiet for now. At the bed-fort, Elias and Oscar were trying to pretend they were really just out drinking, failing to cheer up Theo, who stared off into his cup. She didn’t want to join them, despite how calm things seemed now, all it would take, was for Robin to pull something. If she did, then the tiny girl sitting between her and her friends would be the first to draw her perilous attention, it was her way of protecting the boys.

She had no idea how right she was.

As Robin leaned back and sipped her drink, all she was left with was a quiet loneliness. Despite being right there on the table, there was a palpable distance between her and her friends, a divide both psychological and physical. Their shared size made it so they neatly sat around each other, able to talk without her even hearing them. Meanwhile, she loomed in the background like a lonely drunk at the bar.

She was at her third lonesome drink, when she finally acknowledged Jade’s refusal to partake. “You’re really not going to grab a drink?”

Jade shook her head.

“You’re not sitting with the others either,” Robin said. “I appreciate the company. Wanna get a little closer?”

Robin leaned over, putting her glass down on the table, before reaching down with that same cold condensation-wet hand to pluck her tiny friend off the table. Jade wanted to scramble back, protest, but Robin’s thumb pressed the air out of her lungs, before she could say anything. The giantess pinched her between her fingers, and took her up into the air.

She was being abducted from the small world where she still had agency; a choice of whether she stood, sat, ate, drank or slept. It was the limited life of a prisoner, or a common house pet, but better than being picked up and trapped between the fingers of a giant, squeezed into the whorls of her digits, stripped of any agency whatsoever, completely in Robin’s control.

“Put me down!” Jade shouted.

Robin smiled, lightly cocking her head, “Put you down, what? Like a dog? You haven’t bit me yet~”

The giantess sank back into the couch, taking her prisoner with her, before propping her rank feet up on the table, ruining the moment of escapism for the others with the stench and sight of them.

“No, you’ve been a good girl~” Robin said, with an intentionally low teasing timbre, as she held her friend in front of her freckled face, her giant black eyes piercing the tiny with a sharp gaze.

Jade’s face turned red, she couldn’t help it. It was the look, her tone of voice, so overpoweringly intense, that even the smell of beer on her breath couldn’t ruin it. The woman she had just come to fear still had it, that vile confidence, the knowledge she could just take her whenever she wanted, now even more literally so than ever.

“Cut the shit, Robin!” Jade shouted, trying to reassert herself. “Put me back on the table!”

Robin didn’t relent, she brought the tiny closer to her mouth, until the little girl could see every crevice in the pattern of her lips bend and contort as her smug smile widened.

“Tell me,” those giant lips said, as Robin lowered her voice, not into a whisper, but quiet enough to where Jade could still hear the rough growl in her murmur, “deep down, did you like it when I told you I wanted to hurt you?”

Jade felt her tense muscles lose their strength, the words piercing through her defenses, leaving her to respond with an unconvincing, “S-Shut up…”

The lips showed their teeth in a malevolent smile, “Do you like being scared of me?”

“You’re breath stinks! You’re drunk!”

Robin chuckled, making both the mouth and hand Jade was in shake. “Makes me even more dangerous, doesn’t it?”

“Robin, please…”

“Please what?”

Jade fell silent for too long before answering, “t-the table.”

Robin’s smile held, they both knew she had been too slow to hide she might have been begging for something else. It was too late. Robin’s tease had worked, messed with the chemicals in Jade’s mind like a venus flytrap, causing her to trigger the mechanism of her own misery, hypnotized and enthralled.

Jade could barely feel herself being moved closer. It was as if her friend’s lips simply grew in size, as they closed and pursed ever so slightly.

“No, wait!”

Her upper body bumped into the soft red pillows. Robin’s lower lip squeezing into her breasts, as her upper lip pressed into the side of her face, pushing so hard is forced her entire head to tilt back.

It was soft, the living leather of a giantess, warm, wet with the taste and scent of beer. The feeling overwhelmed her so much, she struggled to process what this was. A kiss. Robin, was kissing her. She was being embraced, intimately so, pressed into this wall from which only cold and callous words had slipped since the night before.

It wasn’t an innocent non-gay little peck on the lips. The grungy queer ginger girl was laying claim to the top half of her body. All Jade could do in retaliation was squirm, but she didn’t. She let herself go limp, embracing the warmth, the sticky wetness of it. Was this what Robin really wanted? Was this affection, or was it sadism?

As the giantess pulled her back, every part of her which was coated in Robin’s warm saliva cooled immediately, making for a chilling divorce from her lips, as she was raised up to the giant’s dark eyes, just so they could mockingly gaze at the tiny girl hanging limp between her tormenter’s fingers.

Robin could see the desperation on the tiny girl’s face, her wide steel-blue eyes begging her; tell me what you were trying to do, tell what this is, tell me what it means; and for the love of god, do it again.

Without a word the giantess lowered her again, Jade’s heart pounded in anticipation of another kiss. As she moved Jade closer, Robin’s lips pulled back into a smile, that toothy grin of hers. The soft pillowy lips of hers were making way for her giant teeth, each one bigger than her head. They parted, revealing the dark abyss behind them.

“Wait, no!” Jade squealed at the thought of being devoured, the promise and tease at intimacy a sadistic lie. “Robin, please don’t do this!”

The giant tomboy tilted her little friend’s legs first toward her mouth. Jade kicked and screamed squirming between her fingers, as her legs passed under her lips.

“Robin!” she cried.

The tiny girl had barely noticed the giant’s mouth move, before she felt a sharp pain pulse around her lower leg, “Aaah!”

Throughout kicking and pulling back her legs, her right leg had been within reach of her friend’s teeth at the worst moment. Her incisors had closed like a marble stone gate on her shin and calf.

“My leg!” Jade screamed. “Robin stop, you’re hurting me!”

It was pinned, held tightly between the woman’s teeth. Jade could feel the lower tooth squeeze into her muscle, not cutting but squishing it, while the upper tooth pressed so tightly against the bone, the drunk girl could easily break it, if she were to budge her jaw even a millimeter.

“Robin, let go! I’m bleeding!”

Jade began to kick her other leg helplessly at the teeth beside the ones growing a crimson coating of her blood. If her friend really went through with this, if she really were to bite down, she wouldn’t just lose her leg, she could bleed out, she could die.

“For fuck sake, you’re gonna tear it! Robin please don’t do this!”

Behind the white stone gates that were threatening to tear off her leg, Jade could feel something. A wet creature within the cavern beyond was moving along her foot, the slimy bubble texture of it creeping up and down her leg. The giant tomboy was tasting her; she was tasting her blood. The horror of it was too much, the cruel enjoyment, this wasn’t Robin anymore, this was-

“Robin!” Jade shouted at the top of her lungs. “Don’t let it win!”

The tongue stopped moving almost immediately, the teeth softened their grip on her tiny leg. She did it, she’d managed to get through to her. As the teeth parted further, she felt herself being moved back, up to the eyes of the woman who had almost maimed her.

The giantess stared at her with an empty expression, as if she’d been pulled out of her sadistic flow state. Jade panted in fear, as she searched for her friend across an ocean of freckles. Robin had stopped; Jade was able to make her stop.

The giant’s eyes scanned her tiny body with a look of innocence, as if she didn’t even realize what had happened, Jade almost felt sorry for her. Sorry for how bad the friend that was still in there would feel if she saw what she had done. The giant dark brown eyes stopped, staring straight at the bleeding wound she’d created.

To Jade’s horror, a smile of satisfaction spread across her friend’s face, “What? You don’t like little love bites with your kisses?”

Robin took her feet off the table and leaned forward, lowering her gently onto the table. Jade winced, her calf too sore to stand on, there was a deep cut in her skin, in a way that would leave a mark, but she had managed to get through to her friend quick enough, that the muscle hadn’t been shredded.

She hadn’t even noticed the boys swarming her, helping her stand. They had watched the entire horror show unfold from the table, in her own panic and fear, she hadn’t even heard their screams.

“Are you ok?” Oscar spoke quietly.

All of them looked up at the toothy grin on their giant friend’s face, Jade’s blood remained on her teeth, until she grabbed her glass, and took a swig to wash them clean with casual uncaring drunkenness.

A thousand thoughts swarmed through Jade’s mind; fear, anxiety, heartbreak, hatred, despair and most maddening of all; arousal.