Giant/Tiny and Vore Short Stories

The Origins of Martin Maneater (1/3)

Author's Note: Martin Maneater is a character from my story Big Corp Inc. I never gave him a backstory or explained his family lineage, so this story seeks to fill that gap. This is intended to be a standalone piece, and can be read even if you haven't read any of my other works. Enjoy!

Today was an exciting day for Martin Maneater. He was turning eight years old. Though the young giant lad didn't understand the intricacies of adult life or money, he did know that his dad had recently gotten a new job, a job that was much higher paying than his old one. His father had splurged on a fancy new car for himself and lavish clothes and jewelry for his wife. He had promised his son something special for his birthday, so Martin was chomping at the bit all day as he waited for school to end.

When he got home from school, he was ecstatic to see a big stack of presents wrapped up in bright colorful paper, along with a magnificent cake smothered in sweet layers of frosting. With the permission of his parents, he tore into his presents with glee. His dad had bought him a set of toy sports cars, including a miniature version of the real car he bought for himself, and a model airplane kit. Martin loved his new toys. He was also given money to buy whatever he desired later.

"Wow, thank you so much guys!" Martin exclaimed with a wide smile. "This is the best birthday ever!"

"Hold on, son, we still haven't given you the best part," his father said as he wrapped his arm around his son. Martin looked up at him questioningly. His father was a tall, strong giant, with dark eyes, neatly groomed, mid-length black hair, and graying stubble on his square chin. Even though he was family, he had a feral intensity to him that always made Martin a bit nervous.

His mother came over and cupped Martin's chin in her elegant hands, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "I prepared you a special birthday dinner, sweetie," she clarified in her tranquil voice. His mother was softer around the edges, with silvery eyes and fine silky hair of a lighter shade that flowed down past her shoulders. She guided her son over to the dinner table and sat him down, then left to serve up the meal. His dad sat down with a knowing smile as he placed his cloth napkin in his lap.

Martin bobbed with excitement. He was hungry. He ate well enough, but before his dad got his new job, his family hadn't been able to afford the best food. Like any other giant, and especially one from the Maneater bloodline, Martin craved meat above all else, as much as he loved sweets and other delicacies. He hoped his mom had prepared a delicious steak, or something equivalent. His mouth watered at the thought.

His mom returned from the kitchen carrying two plates, one for Martin and one for Mr. Maneater. Martin licked his lips when he saw a big slab of meat on the plate with a baked potato and green beans. However, his grin faded when she set the plate down in front of him. He glanced up at his father, who was grinning wolfishly at his own meal. His plate was screaming at him, tiny man screams.

Martin had never seen a human before in real life. He knew they existed, of course. He'd read about them and seen pictures. He'd overheard his parents talking about how delicious they were, but also how hard it was to get ahold of one. They were expensive, and buying and selling humans wasn't exactly legal. Humans lived in a separate society, away from giants. Yet, here was a human, on his dinner plate.

Martin stared at the human with fascination. She was a tiny girl, about his own age, sitting in his baked potato with a dollop of sour cream. She looked like she could be a classmate of his, if she wasn't so small. She looked up at Martin with terror, her hazel eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible despite her diminutive size. Her arms and legs were wrapped up in thin twine so that she couldn't run away. Her mouth gasped open and closed, but unlike the man on his father's plate, she didn't make a sound. She frantically gestured complicated signals with her hands that Martin didn't comprehend.