Giant/Tiny and Vore Short Stories

The Origins of Martin Maneater (2/3)

Martin didn't sleep restfully, since he had a lot on his mind, and he woke up early. The first thing he did was check to see if his little human was still in the box. He felt a wave of relief when he saw her huddled up in a tiny ball, wrapped in a nest of blankets. She was fast asleep. Her clothes and hair had dried off overnight. She looked cute, like a little hamster. He saw the bruises on her and his chest tightened up with guilt as he was reminded of his mistake yesterday. He didn't mean to hurt her, but she was so small and delicate. He needed to be more careful.

He got ready for school and then returned to the box to wake her up. He tapped her gently with his finger, since she wouldn't be able to hear his voice. Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced up at the giant sleepily. She recoiled with a sharp intake of breath and jumped to her feet, backing up against the wall of the box before she recalled where she was. Once she came to her senses, she relaxed, placing a hand on her chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," Martin murmured, flushing slightly at his misstep. "Um.. I brought you breakfast." He handed her a small chunk of buttered toast that he broke off from his own breakfast earlier. She seemed eager to scarf it down, which Martin supposed made sense since he made her throw up last night. He didn't know when she last ate either, but she didn't look underfed at all. It wouldn't make sense for his parents to starve humans they were planning to devour, after all.

He wondered about her past, and where she came from, but now was not the time for that. "I have to go to school," Martin announced as he reached his hand down to grab her. She stiffened as he curled his fingers around her and lifted her out of the box.

"I'll have to keep you hidden," Martin explained as he stuffed her in his jacket pocket. "Just stay there. I can't let anyone else see you." He knew he didn't need to explain further, as he felt her tremble in his pocket. He held the quivering lump within the fabric loosely in his hand, petting her with his fingers to calm her down. His heart warmed when she responded positively and stopped shaking. She was gradually learning to trust him—probably because she had nobody else to help her.

Martin was able to conceal her from his mom when she took him to school, and from his teacher and classmates when school started. He was quieter than usual, and tried not to make sudden movements. When the bell rang for recess, he didn't sprint out of the classroom to play with his friends like he normally would. Instead, he took careful steps to the library, which was blanketed in a pleasant hush. He perused the shelves for a minute until he found a book on sign language.

He sat down in a secluded corner and removed the girl from his pocket, setting her on the table. She watched curiously as he opened the book until he found a section with the alphabet. Her eyes lit up when she recognized what his intent was.

"What's your name?" Martin asked. She signed quickly, too fast for him to decipher. "Um... can you do that slower?" She moved her hands slower while he said the letters out loud. "E... M... M... A... Emma?" She did a little hop of joy and nodded, grinning wide. Martin smiled back. "Emma... that's a nice name. My name is Martin."

Before he could communicate any further, the bell rang. Martin hastily scooped her up and put her back in his pocket before returning to class. He couldn't focus on the lesson at all as he thought about Emma, and what he wanted to ask her next. Above all, he needed to obtain information about getting her back to her home, with the other humans, where she would be safe. He kept moving his hand to his pocket, checking on her protectively. When it was time for lunch, he skipped eating and snuck back to the library for some privacy, bringing his lunchbox with him. He set Emma down on the table and gave her a small piece of his ham and cheese sandwich. She sat cross-legged and watched as he flipped through the book again.

"Where did you come from? Do you have any family members to take care of you? Do you want me to take you back?" Martin asked in earnest. He figured those were the most important questions.