Giant/Tiny and Vore Short Stories

The Origins of Martin Maneater (3/3)

When he got home, Martin scurried off to the privacy of his room with the shopping bag full of toys and shut the door. Emma was hidden inside his pocket for the whole trip, so she didn't know what he bought for her. He was bursting with excitement at the surprise. He tore open the packages like it was Christmas morning and set up the dollhouse all nice and pretty on his nightstand, casting aside the tissue box bed. He cupped his hand around Emma and removed her from his pocket, obscuring her view of the dollhouse with his hand. He held her close to his face in the curve of his fingers, his eyes shining.

"I have a surprise for you!" he shouted giddily. "Wanna see?" The tiny girl nodded cautiously, taken aback slightly at being so close to his face. Martin parted his hands like a curtain, revealing to her the grand prize. Her jaw dropped. She had never seen a dollhouse so big, as big as a real human house, in her life. Martin lowered his hand by the nightstand so she could step down to the wooden surface. She stared up in wonder. She looked back at Martin and pointed to herself questioningly.

"Yes, I got it just for you!" Martin confirmed with a grin. He opened the back of the house so she could see all the little rooms. It wasn't the fanciest or most expensive dollhouse, but Emma's eyes were sparkling as she explored the different rooms, running up and down the little plastic stairs. Martin's heart melted at how joyous she was. Her head tilted back to beam up at the giant.

"There's more too," Martin remarked, revealing the doll-sized dress. He gave it to Emma, who gawked over it and ran her hands over the silky fabric. She'd never owned a pretty dress before. "Go ahead, try it on," he encouraged, closing the house so she could change in privacy. He sat on his bed and twiddled his thumbs until Emma waved at him from one of the windows. He opened the house again to behold the charming little girl, just like a doll, twirling in her new dress.

"Aww, you look so adorable!" He couldn't resist gushing over her. She blushed and did an animated dance, letting the dress sweep around her legs. "Oh, and uh, there's one more thing..." Martin felt his face grow warm as he placed the doll he bought in front of her, leaning him against one of the walls inside. Emma stopped jumping around and came up to examine him, tilting her head curiously. She gazed over at the giant with a more contemplative expression.

"I... I just didn't want you to feel so alone..." Martin explained, fumbling with his hands. "It's not like I could get you another human for a friend. So I got somebody... your size." He hung his head with mild shame, knowing that as a giant he would be unable to fulfill that need.

Emma looked at him, then glanced at the doll, then looked back at him thoughtfully. She pointed at him, gesturing to her face, then at the doll and smiled. Martin shrugged, but the corners of his lips turned up as he understood her meaning. "Yeah, I suppose he does look a little like me, doesn't he?" Emma gestured for Martin to come closer. He scooted up to the nightstand, resting one of his hands on the wood. Emma came out of the house and sat down next to his hand. She placed her own teeny hand on Martin's comparatively massive finger and caressed it gently. Martin felt emotion swell in his chest as he carefully reached for her with his other hand, circling his fingers around her. She gestured something that Martin didn't understand, but he could infer the meaning. He was relieved when she didn't cringe away from his touch. She wasn't displaying any fear towards him.

"You... like the gifts?" Martin asked. Emma nodded. "Do they make you happy?" She nodded again, patting his knuckle and smiling. "That's good. That's all I wanted, really." The giant sighed. He suddenly felt very tired as all the tension from the day drained out of him. Emma stood up and hugged one of his fingers.

From outside of his room, Martin heard a door slam. His dad was home, and he didn't sound too happy. He was yelling something. He stomped down the hall, approaching Martin's room. Emma couldn't hear him, but she could definitely feel the vibrations of his tremendous footsteps rattling the furniture. She sensed by the heavy cadence that a giant was coming and ran to hide in her new home. Martin closed it up to conceal her just as his father thundered into the room.