My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Ex-Fishing Part 1.

To finish out Labor Day weekend, I decided to clear my head with a solo fishing trip before returning to work Tuesday. A waning summer afternoon, just me a motorboat and a tackle box was a slice of paradise. Little did I know when I rented the boat at the marina that my definition of paradise was about to shift with my size. An hour later I found a nice solitary spot, a foggy space just off a cove. I barely had time to settle in and crack a beer, let along drop a line when I began to feel... swollen.

Unknown to me when I killed the motor, I had chosen to cast out right in a splotch of radioactive fog. Near as I can tell it was similar in nature to the ambiguous mist that caused the Incredible Shrinking Man to shrink. Only differences, the effects of this airborne concoction were much more rapid and had the opposite effect. I blacked out briefly, although I vaguely recall the crackle of my beer can crushing in my fist. Next thing I knew I was wet and naked, noticing the ship wreckage of my rental drifting away in opposite directions toward the beach and also realized my feet were touching the sea floor. I was supposedly in ninety-five feet deep of water off of this cove. How could I possibly be standing and have my head above the surface?

Perhaps breathing in whatever chemical compound that was had altered something in my brain, but I took to being a giant quickly. I scooped up a clanging buoy nearby and crushed in between my fingers. Another side effect of breathing that chemical presented itself with a rumble in my stomach so monstrous it caused a small wave. "Whoa am
I hungry!" I bellowed, rubbing my belly which growled like a sea monster again. I sensed all matter of sea life swimming away from me. Mere saltwater fish wouldn't satisfy my cavernous stomach now anyway. I needed bigger game, as my body was certainly craving and yearning for meat.

Begs the question, what did giants eat?

Wading in the shallow depths of open water I pondered what food suited my fancy. Usually a beach day or fishing trip makes my mouth crave fish but that wasn't the case today.  But you know that "aha" feeling when your really hungry, and your brain finally clicks onto what (or who in this case) you wanna eat? Being around a buck tall now, I needed something more filling than a cheeseburger. I considered grabbing a cow from a farm somewhere, maybe hunt down some deer or a bear. All of these came up "meh" in my head. The aforementioned "aha" moment came when I started thinking of people... another apparent effect from the radioactive mist, unusual appetite.

       Lucky for me, I know just the person to quench this newfound taste for forbidden fruit. And my ex-girlfriend just so happened to live in a coastal town around forty miles south along the same beach I had been fishing along. Before you go thinking this is coldblooded or petty, Laura didn't just break my heart. When she left me for another guy, she spread lies about me among our mutual friends and on social media. She also proceeded to call in a false complaint to my job getting me fired and stole all the money from my savings account. With a hungry smile I dog-paddled and waded my way down to the town I had not visited since Laura screwed me over three years ago.

      The naked giant man making a landfall at this beach community on Labor Day made national headlines later. I wasn't in it for the publicity though. When I hiked up the tiny strip of beach crushing a snack bar and several umbrellas underfoot as I went, I was on a mission a little farther inland in town. Don't get me wrong, seeing throngs of beachgoers screaming and fleeing from me was damn amusing. But I had no business with these tiny folks. At one point a helicopter whizzed by my head, whether for the police or the media I don't know but I easily shooed the whirly bird away.

      Police sirens had just begun to blare in the distance when I bestrode the treetops into suburbia. Surprisingly these streets I hadn't traipsed for a couple years were easier to remember with a Birds Eye view. I didn't even need the microscopic street signs when it was like having a live topographical GPS map at my feet. Laura's house was easy enough to remember, being the only little ramshackle among two or three blocks of newer, nicer homes. Even as the sun set and the emergency vehicle wails drew nearer, I could tell exactly what house was hers and I was thrilled to see the same exact peeling blue paint job I remembered. Aware I had little time while SWAT or National Guard or whoever assembled I tore the roof straight off, one handed.

       Immediately a female shriek responded to my uncapping the house. I smiled, slurping saliva through my teeth eagerly as I plundered the exposed rooms, looking for the screamer. I saw a quivering lump under the bedspread in the master bedroom. I snatched up the whole queen sized bed between my fingertips and brought the screaming lumpy bed to my face. Filled with vindictive glee I began an improvisational giant chant. "Fee fie foe fum," I yanked back the blanket under my nose. "I smell the blood of... Sara?"

       In the bed I was shocked to not find my thieving deceitful ex, but instead one of her good friends Sara. Equally shocked that I knew her by name, the girl in a nightgown regarded my large visage. "Hey I remember you, you're Laura's college boyfriend... how'd you get so big?"

      "Never mind" I grumbled impatiently. "Where is Laura, Sara? Before you dawdle with your answer I'm gonna warn you I am damn hungry and I swam down her expected to eat SOMEBODY."

        With this warning, Sara launched into birdsong, still elevated on my hand in the little bed. It seemed with the money Laura stole from me, she had bought a luxury condo in an expensive area of the closest major city. Sara paid Laura rent to live in this house while Laura burned my money away in the shopping district. Funnily enough, this little birdie also informed me the guy she left me for was no longer in the picture. In fact in Sara's words he was "two or three exes ago". Out of breath she looked up at me fearfully, asking if I'd let her go now.

       "Hold up now" I said to Sara, hearing heavy artillery setting up nearby. I had to move, but I also needed food. I looked at Sara licking y lips. "Hmm, Sara do you know if you can get HPV by eating someone who has it....?" Sara gulped. So did I. Licking the remnants of Sara's flavor off my lower lip, I began my hike north to the city.