My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Adrift

       Giant Tom and his longtime giantess girlfriend Deanna both took some days of work for a sexcation they had planned for months. To rekindle the spark in their relationship, they decided to step away from their respective workplaces and go yachting. At first Deanna wanted to go on a cruise line off the Southern Peninsula, but skinflint Tom noted it was incredibly cheaper to just rent a small boat themselves. That way they could do their canoodling on the high seas in seclusion. They packed plenty of condoms, plan B, dildos, vibrators and a toy chest of adulthood and set sail one sunup.

          One small problem the horny couple overlooked was they were both neophyte boatmen to say the least.

Tom understood the helm of a sea vessel enough to coast out to a calm section of relatively open saltwater. One thing that the couple made sure to bring along was around a dozen scantily dressed little humans for sex and food play. Now becalmed upon the peaceful green sea, Tom opened the padded shoebox revealing the naked, ill-fated palm sized human beings. Deanna giggled watching the tinies gaze up at them, fearful and *shocked at the fate before them. Mirroring the tinies in their birthday suits, the lovebirds stripped naked on deck of the yacht. Now, with a can of whipped cream their tasty loin exercises commenced. Maintaining remarkable self control Tom only ate one of the squirming tinies before they're lovemaking, and fed Deanna two.

"Only two humans left," observed Tom, looking around the deck, sun on his shoulders, fresh salty sea air in his lungs. At first he thought it was one, but the other female had made a jailbreak from the shoebox. Found her scampering around by the cabin door. All the rest were snug in their bellies which were visibly more engorged.

      "Does that mean it's time for the next sexcapade?" asked Deanna, teasingly caressing her hard pink nipple. With her other hand she reached down her slender back toward the freshly healed medical scar around her vertebrae. "I'll activate the shrink chip!"

      "How could I forget?!" said bare-chested Tom, eyes longingly wide. "Go ahead, shrink."

       Deanna reducing to one-thirtieth her original size completed a long dormant fantasy of theirs. Little lady Deanna the size of a doll, she serviced her still giant man with a long workout. His body was a vast, hairy, sinewy landscape to her. Every destination, manhood, nipples and lips were worth her long trek. Although Tom could overpower and dominate Deanna at this size, he would not. Especially when she was such a good role player. Tiny Deanna even made out with one of the two remaining humans until Tom mimed finding them in the, unhesitatingly devouring the "paramour".

      During their little romp, something else was happening that neither of them were aware of however. Although when they reached open water, Tom turned off the motor he never did drop anchor. A slow but impactful eastbound current had been pulling at the watercraft all the while. It went unnoticed by the couple due to the vast monochromatic ocean surface. By the time Tom and Deanna noticed that there was no coastline on the horizon, unbeknownst to them the rented boat had been adrift for tens of thousands of miles.

       Failed attempt after failed attempt of trying to find land later, they were more lost at sea. The map was not helpful and neither of them could read figure out how to work the radar system. Making matters worse the temporary shrink chip implanted in Deanna's spine seemed to be defective. "It won't unsnap," she squealed from the floorboards. "Do you think I'll be tiny forever Tom?"

         "Don't worry a search party will come," said Tom optimistically.

        Two days past.

         Romantic getaway long since taking a downturn, the couple were malnourished and risked dehydration. They had not conserved their freshwater or rations. All the humans, strawberries, whipped cream even the chocolate had all been devoured. Furthermore Deanna had remained a pitiful tiny human size during both entrance and exit of the sun in the sky. Tom was awoken on the third morning by the sunrise and his roaring stomach. As the day brightened, Tom found his hungry gaze lingering on his snoozing girl. A trickle of drool escaped his lips. For some reason he had hallucinated butter and syrup on her sleeping form for a moment.

        Deanna yawned and rubbed her equally empty stomach on awakening. "Hey Deanna," Tom addressed the diminutive version of his lover. "To us giants humans are food right?"

     "Sure," said Deanna nodding puzzled.

       "How long do you think a natural has to be shrunken to human size before THEY are considered human?" As Tom talked his hand inched little by little across the deck toward the tackle box Deanna slept on.

      "I don't understand. Is this about my defective chip?" Too late, Deanna didn't notice the look in his giant eyes until his shadow cast over her. "Uh Tom why are you looking at me like that....?"

       Four hours later the coast patrol giants stumbled upon the yacht, but with Tom the only passenger aboard.