My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Empress Eloise Part I.

"A Mediterranean vacation will mend our marriage," irate Mrs. Papas said mockingly, chastising her dumbstruck husband in the hotel bar. The upper middle class woman didn't care about making a public scene. "But instead of spending time with me on this island paradise what does Dr. Papas do? Lose our savings at the roulette and crap table!"

      Meekly, the broken down podiatrist looked at his wife, twelve years his junior. "Darling you have to admit we were rekindling quite well until..."

       "Until what, you lost our house in collateral to an overseas casino?" Mrs. Papas inquired, remaining awestruck. "We can't even afford to fly home now!"

      A short olive-skinned guy wearing suit arrived at the Doctor's elbow, interjecting. He said he was a concierge, indicating his lapel with name tag and the hotel logo. This concierge came bearing something unexpected. Doctor Papas looked confusedly at the large multicolored chips they were being handed. "I don't understand. I'm $6000 in debt to this casino. Why are my wife and I getting complimentary passes to another more elite casino?"

     In a Greek accent the concierge replied. "Is a promotional thing we do for tourists who spend certain amount here."

      "Might as well get something for our money," said the wife snidely taking the gold tokens.

       Before Mr. and Mrs. Foot Doctor could understand all the details they were whisked off to the small island airstrip. A fueled private jet was already waiting on the tarmac, pilot at the ready. Still slightly dubious, Dr. Papas nevertheless boarded the jet with his wife. "Guess our second honeymoon is taking an upturn!" He smiled as the plane taxied down the runway, unaware that divorce would be the least of his worries by day's end.

        Twenty minutes in Mrs. P checked the map app on her phone. "What's the name of this island?"

      "No, you won't find it on any maps," said the pilot ominously without looking back.

      "Does that mean it's uncharted?" The Doctor asked his trophy wife.

      As if to answer the Doctor's question, the sky suddenly got dark and cloudy outside the windows. The two passengers were shocked but not the man flying the plane. Wordlessly and with purpose the pilot kicked the door open letting in a roaring suction of air. Without warning the pilot gave a farewell salute and parachuted out leaving autopilot on. Immediately after the unmistakable outline of a giant human hand emerged from the clouds, larger than the prop plane itself. Fingers and a palm enveloped the tiny jet in darkness.

         Next thing Doctor Papas was aware of after fainting was his wife shouting in his ear. "Wake up Dennis, now!" Once he opened his eyes the podiatrist understood the urgency. Being locked inside a giant birdcage of wrought iron bars was concerning to most. It got worse the more he looked around. Clearly there cage was one of many suspended by creaky chains from several jagged stalactites. It occurred to the ill-fated MD that this looked like a subterranean cyclops den from the Odyssey.

      All this was underlined by his frantic wife stomping around the stone bottom of their cage in her heels. "Damn your gambling addiction! We've been sold into human trafficking or something I knew it!" she yelled. "That's what happens when you're indebted overseas."

      An unfamiliar voice called from another cage. "You ain't far off," said a disheveled man who looked perpetually hungover, in another swinging cage. Before exchanging names or other pleasantries, thunderous footsteps emitted from further up the cavern. "Here comes Eloise," said their fellow captive referring to the footsteps. "She's a real peach.... Not!"

        An impossibly colossal silhouette appeared at the mouth of the cave. In walked dark-haired giantess in fancy robes. She seemed pleased that the married couple was awake in their cage. "Good morning sleepyheads!" she cooed at them. "Congratulations on being a Demi-goddess's newest tributes!" Eloise the well-dressed giantess spoke as if they'd won a sweepstakes. "Some of you will be eaten over time and the rest of you will remain caged as my pets until I inevitably devour you."

        From the adjacent cage the dirty guy called. "She keeps me around because I'm so damn funny.... And too smelly to eat."

   "Look giant lady!" Dennis Papas pointed his hand between the bars at her wide rosy visage. We did nothing to deserve this. I'm a very successful foot doctor from-,"

He was silenced as Eloise rattled his cage. "My good doctor, nobody speaks to me like that on my private isle," admonished Eloise giving him a death glare. "And if you were on that casino jet flying here you are deserving. My worshippers run that casino. The people they sacrifice to me are mostly debtors. Or in his case an unpaid bar tab." She shot the haggard guy a look.

   Doctor Papas wanted to cower and beg Eloise's forgiveness. Too late his punishment was afoot as the giantess/goddess yanked him from the cage as his wife yelled in protest. With the doctor between her fingers she lifted him slowly until he created the hill of the empress's chin. Dr. Papas was hit with a blast of humid breath and then forced to watch a tunnel sized set of jaws wrap around him. The huge tongue wrapped around him like meat in a pita wrap, like he was gyro. Before he could protest, plead or process, the empress swallowed. He plopped into Eloise's bread basket at the bottom of the slick tube.

Smiling at the widow Papas, the other imprisoned man said "I guess you're single now?"

"Really!?"

"Worth a shot," the disheveled man shrugged. "What'd I have to lose? Most likely you're next on the menu anyway."