“Oh, my gods! Can you believe that just happened!?” Luna happily squealed as she and her girlfriend stood just outside the chief’s hut.
“I know, right? How lucky are we?” Sam could barely stop herself from dancing in place, only to force herself to calm down upon seeing the source of her joy nearly shake off of her hand. “Whoops. Heh-heh, sorry, little man.”
“Okay, back up a second,” Lincoln said, putting his foot down to the gorgeous women who could probably swallow him whole if they wanted. In fact, that was the issue, as far as he cared. “That lady just said I’m you’re—what—pet? How does that work?”
“Well, like this, for starters,” Luna matter-of-factly stated before grabbing Lincoln’s shoulder, holding him uncomfortably near her face for a second, and then carefully slipping his puny form between her tig ol’ biddies. The young woman shivered as she felt the small body wiggle against her sensitive breast flesh, and adjusted her top to ensure that her little rider wouldn’t slip out. “Mmmh, that’s nice. How about you, little man? Feelin’ comfy?”
“I…” Lincoln couldn’t say anymore. The boob flesh stretched out for miles in every direction. It was like an ocean of soft and warm tits that tenderly embraced him up to the chest. Everywhere he touched, he felt the gentle caress of ginormous fun bags against his skin. The boobs were so big that their goosebumps fit in the young man’s palms, and the smell… God, the smell was divine. It was slightly salty from flesh rubbing against flesh, but with the promise of greater intensity as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Before he knew it, Lincoln fell forward and began hugging the bosom nearest him, patting it appreciatively as one might a large pet.
Sam snickered as she looked between Lincoln and Luna. “I think your boobs broke him.”
“Then I’m glad he started with me. If we’d given him to mom, he might’ve died,” Luna chuckled as she tentatively extended a finger to the white-haired head and gently pet it. “Dude, this rocks so fucking hard!” she said excitedly, her voice cracking despite her attempted whisper. Then she blinked and did a double-take, her grin now growing to a dangerous size.
“Hard, huh?” Sam interpreted, making Luna nod. “Well, I think the chief had a point about Lincoln being trouble. Who knows how folks will react once they learn he’s here. We should probably take him home until your mom thinks it’s a good time to share the news.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Luna confirmed as her free hand pushed Lincoln a little deeper into her cleavage for better concealment. The brunette then took Sam’s hand as they purposefully marched through the village to their hut. They smiled and waved at everyone who greeted them, no one bothering to take a second look at the short-haired tiny between the musician’s bosoms. It was too mundane for most people to notice, let alone look closely enough to see they didn’t recognize the white-haired tiny.
“Well, here we are,” Luna said, waving her hand in presentation as they pushed past the door flap and entered their hut. “Uh, can he hear me?” she asked while poking at Lincoln’s unresponsive head.
“Hold on, I got this.” Sam pulled up her imaginary sleeve, wiggled her fingers, and gently plucked the tiny boy from her girlfriend’s mammaries.
“Hmm, what! Wh-where am I?” Lincoln asked as though startled from sleep as he dangled from Sam’s tender yet firm grip.
“Aww, he’s so cute and flattering,” Luna cooed. “I just wanna eat him up.”
That snapped Lincoln to attention. “What? Hey, no way! No one’s gonna eat me!” He scrambled to get away, eventually realizing the ground was still dangerously far.
“Put him on the table, luv. We gotta fill in where mom left off.”
Sam nodded and placed Lincoln on the wooden table as both girls took their seats on either side, letting the boy look around. This hut was roughly a third the size of the last one and very Spartan, with only the one table, a cooking pot to one side, and what appeared to be sleeping mats made of fur on the other. Opposite the door stood a rack with two spears and a lute matching the one on Luna’s hip, next to that sat a wooden box without a lock, and various other pots and baubles scattered around.
Lincoln checked to confirm that, yes, the table was definitely too high for him to safely jump from, and he doubted he could evade the giants if they decided to grab him again. So, without any other option, he decided to play nice for now. “Um, okay. I’ve been getting some conflicting messages from you guys, and it’s starting to freak me out, so can we please clear things up on the whole eating thing?”
Luna nodded. “Right, so, as mom said, we’re your probationary guardians, so it’s our job to look after you. If we don’t fuck up, we might even become your permanent owners,” she explained, barely able to keep the grin from her face.
Lincoln nodded apprehensively. “Riiight. Owning. So… you’re not gonna eat me?”
“Oh, we definitely will,” Sam chirped. “Though, you seem pretty nervous about the whole thing, so we’ll wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“Until you’re ready and move past your shyness,” Luna clarified.
“Aaand what if I’m never ready? Is that an option?” Lincoln asked, prompting both girls to exchange befuddled stares.
“Uh, I don’t really know,” Sam admitted. “I thought all tiny people liked being eaten.”
“Why would anyone want to be eaten?” Lincoln demanded. “That sounds horrible.”
“That’s not what Stella said,” Luna countered. “I ate her just the other day, and she loved it so much that she asked her owner for more time with me after she came out.”
Lincoln blinked as he suffered a momentary mental shutdown. “Came… out?”
“Yeah, you know.” Luna leaned to one side and indicated her lower half beneath the table’s top with an immature grin. “I could have spit her out, but she wanted the full tour.”
It took far longer than it should have before everyone got on the same page. Tinies didn’t digest in giants’ stomachs. No one knew why, so it was taken as a given, prompting giants to eat tiny people for fun, rather than nourishment.
Lincoln fell to his butt as the revelation’s full weight hit him. “So, wh-when you say you’re gonna eat me, I-I’d live?”
“It’d be weird if you didn’t,” Sam grimly admitted. “Just thinking about someone dying in my stomach”—she shivered—“that’s just all kinds of messed up. No wonder you were freaking out earlier.”
“Yeah, but in my defense, giant people with non-digesting stomachs aren’t exactly the norm where I’m from,” Lincoln replied, finally starting to relax. “Well, that’s one load off my mind.” Then sensing the inevitable question, he intercepted with, “Uh, how about we put a pin in that until later? I’ve gotta get used to things, remember?” That seemed to satisfy the giants, even if the boy had no intention of ever letting that happen. It didn’t matter what they said. Being eaten scared the crap out of him, and he’d put it off for as long as possible, preferably for the rest of his life.
So, with that settled, they went over some of the other details the chief mentioned. For example, there were four giants for every one tiny, who were kept as pets.
“What does that mean, exactly?” Lincoln asked.
“Well, it’s our job to look after you, feed you, keep you clean, and all that fun stuff. Only the most trusted among us are allowed to watch you guys full-time,” Sam explained with no small amount of pride. “You remember our dog, Charles, right? Well, unlike him, you can’t really be left on your own. You might get carried off by a bird, snatched up by a weasel, or even kidnapped by a little brat who needs to be taught some manners,” Sam added while threateningly cracking her knuckles.
“In short, you’ll be spendin’ most of your time with one or both of us, little dude,” Luna said as she reached for Lincoln, only for her fingers to stop when he flinched. “It’s alright if I pet you, right?”
“I mean, I g-guess so,” Lincoln reluctantly allowed as the oversized digits caressed his side with surprising gentleness. “Okay, this might feel kinda nice, but I still don’t get why I have to be a pet. I’m a person, ya know.”
“Well, everyone has to do something to contribute to the village,” Sam informed. “Luna and I are musicians, but we also forage and hunt. What can you do?”
“Uh… Maybe we can try some stuff and find out?”
1 Take Lincoln to see Lori with the hunters
2 Meet Leni with the seamstresses
3 Find Lucy with the sages
4 Lynn runs in  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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