Three days, Smalls! the man bellowed. We've been wandering for three days!
I know, Guile! Just give me a minute to-
We are out of rations! Our canteens are all but empty!
Guile, just-
Admit, Smalls, you have no idea where we are!
Carl, will you calm him down please! I'm trying to think of a way to-
I think he's right, Goody.
... What?
I think he's right, Goody. You have no idea how to get us home. We're stranded.
Smalls stared incredulously at his friends. Herod Guile, short, slim, seething with rage. Carlton Michael Ellis, dark-haired, average build, appearing calm but no less angry. How could they do this to him? He was the one that had kept them alive thus far. He clenched his fists.
Fine, he growled through gritted teeth. It's getting dark. We can camp for the night, and in the morning we can decide what to do.
Lieutenant Goodwin Goody Smalls stared forward into the darkness that surrounded he and his comrades, their fire having long since burned up the few bits of fuel they could find. His long, thin frame was curled up in his sleeping bag, trying to conserve his body heat. He was silent, save for the occasional growling of his stomach. His hunger was not what kept him awake, however; it was his thoughts. They feverishly entered and exited his mind seemingly on their own, with no clear direction. His emotions were no better. One moment he was furiously blaming Ellis for their situation, even when he knew Carlton had about as much control over it as he did. Then he'd feel immense fear. The three men had no idea where they were. All they knew was that they were exposed, somewhere in Her house, and if She decided to come near them...
Still, other times he only felt hunger. Incredible hunger. He couldn't remember having ever felt the need for food this much. The only time that came close was once when he was a child, during the Wintreslewe Festival. His mother had not allowed him to eat for the entire day, all while the smell of cooking foods wafted lazily through the air. He could almost smell them now; beef slowly roasting, vegetables boiling, pastries and deserts baking, chicken grilling over enormous pits...
Suddenly, all was light. Goody shielded his eyes from the brightness. The world shook, and he realized what was happening. She was home. He instinctively jumped to his feet, as did the Guile and Ellis, and looked into the sky. He couldn't see her yet but he could hear her. There was the sound of some kind of clasp being undone, and then the sound of a massive amount of flesh sliding free of something. A huge object, a black party sandal, flew far above them and landed with earthquake-like intensity some distance away. Another quickly followed. Squinting into the vast sky, he could see her massive, womanly. She was wearing a white dress, and moaned as she flexed her liberated toes. She took a step forward.
Reacting with panicky instinct, the three men scrambled away from her. They were thrown to the floor as her foot plummeted to the ground somewhere far behind them. Goody picked himself off the ground and spun around to see Guile helping Ellis to his feet. Another earth-rending quake nearly brought them to their knees once more. The sky grew darker. She was almost upon them. Goody realized one more step from her would be their end. A shadow fell over his comrades. His eyes met theirs'. A ceiling of flesh descended, obliterating them instantly. Two walls crashed down on either side of him.
His heart pounding, Smalls fell to his knees. He had survived. Again. He looked to his left, to his right, and then up. Above him, the goddess was using her cell phone, smiling every so often and oblivious to the two lives she had just snuffed out underneath her. She would likely be here awhile. He could see up her dress, but her face was hidden behind the horizontal mountains that were her breasts. By his reckoning, he was between her toes. He looked forward to where they met and became her foot. Blood leaked out from underneath, and bits of viscera clung to the ground. Tentatively, he stood and stepped forward. As if in a trance, Goody stared directly at what remained of his former comrades as he walked forwards. His hands clutched his chest as if he could stop his heart from pounding. Though he had never told them so, they were the closest things he'd had to friends. The three had been through training together, and had spent a lot of time together over the short years they'd been enlisted. Looking down, he spied a clump of what could only be described as meat. Goody dropped down to his knees again. An image flashed through his mind. A sinister image. His stomach growled in response. Slowly, carefully, he picked up the bloody bit of what was once his friend. He took a small bite. Blood flowed from the still-warm clump, staining the front of his face and uniform.
Yes, Goody thought, it had been three days.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Well, here you go. Sorry it took so long.
This chapter gets a bit dark at the end, so be advised. ============================================================
This chapter gets a bit dark at the end, so be advised. ============================================================
Chapter End Notes:
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