My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Operation Gatherer: Phase 1A

**This is a potential starting point to a sequel to Solidarity, but I can make no promises yet.

        Stepping through an inter-dimensional portal was as simple as large and small or hot and cold. Who'd have figured? thought Corporal Witherspoon, regaining his footing on steady ground. Immediately it became clear the abrupt drop in temperature was not simply an after effect of crossing timelines, it was in fact stinking cold in this new reality. A chill spiked the air and a coating of snow blanketed the underbrush, around the soldier, both havoc on Witherspoon's naked body. Clearly it was winter on this side of the vortex, not springtime. Corporal Witherspoon barely had a chance to be awestruck by the disappearance of the multicolored portal into the craggy cliff side behind him before the gooseflesh became unbearable to the giant incognito.

       Teeth chattering, the young nude corporal with buzzed-cut blonde hair looked frantically for his clothes. Luckily, Witherspoon didn't have to look far, as the gigantic knapsack, launched through the portal before him had created a small crater in the hillside across from the rocky chasm he materialized from. "Damn," said Witherspoon, marveling at the  gargantuan duffel, appearing the size of  an aircraft carrier, as it caused a significant blowdown of fir trees deep in this cold mountain forest. "Almost forgot how small I had to get to bypass this portal." Research finally found out how to transfer inanimate matter like his giant duffel into the tinier world, enabling phase one of Operation Gatherer.

          Back in the warm, early spring afternoon in the giant meadow, moments but eons ago, the young mercenary had first been shrunk and sent through to earth. Other members of the Kimera Kinship giants saw him off, however embarrassing it was to shrink to an insignificant human size before his comrades. AWOL Colossus Army veteran Troy put his mind at ease with a pep talk while Witherspoon was having the shrinking chip implanted in his vertebrae. "You'll just be a bug-sized human until you crossover," Troy had told his young apprentice as the stolen high-tech microchip was shot into Witherspoon's midline back. "Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Then when you trailblazed your ass into the human world. You regrow and start gathering samples, remember soldier."

       Sure, Witherspoon remembered he was a giant on a mission. "But nobody said the human world was a frozen tundra," he grumbled, running up to his heap of a knapsack, looking as massive as a train wreck at his current laughable size. Body too cold and numb to regrow himself yet, shrunken Witherspoon wrapped his bare body in the corner of a handkerchief protruding from a side pocket of the duffel. As he warmed himself in the billowy tent of a handkerchief, the military trained twenty-year-old surveyed the surrounding forest of deciduous and fir trees, frosted icy white like cake. With this moment, he was the first giant to successfully breathe earth air.

          According to intel in the documents his Kimera brethren soldiers stole from giant government offices, the earthen side of this particular vortex came out into a remote mountainous forest. From what the corporal could see upon first inspection, that was an affirmative. Over the distant treetops, several mountains unfolded along the grayish horizon.  At Witherspoon's normal 96 feet, these mountains would be little more than slopes for sledding, he realized with a smirk. During briefing for phase one by the renegade Kimera Kinship superiors, he was told the human side this vortex was referred to as the Mount Greylock Vortex, eponymous with a nearby summit. If everything went according to plan and their team of rogue soldiers were to colonize and strike earth for resources they needed confirmation and samples. That was what Witherspoon the scout and collector was sent for.

        Unknowingly however, the crash landing of little giant Witherspoon and his torpedo of a bag had been an unintentional show of dominance toward the local dominant species. A gust of wind died down and Witherspoon's icicle ears were able to hear the agitated growling grunts behind him just in time. Looking over his shoulder and around the bulk of his bag, Witherspoon spotted the black bear lolloping downhill, kicking up snow and dead leaves as it advanced on the humungous satchel that dared to attack her territory. For a brief and embarrassing moment Witherspoon was frightened before remembering, this chubby black bear pounding its forepaws in rage couldn't be more than nine feet tall. Witherspoon's little giantess niece had a hamster bigger than that. Nevertheless the bear female bear flexed and stood on her hind legs and growled at the cold naked man wrapped in a handkerchief. Unafraid, Witherspoon the giant pioneer to earth sighed and unsnapped his lower vertebrae undoing the effects of the shrinking chip.

  As the six-foot man, ankle deep in crunchy snow began to grow, the black bear fell to her side clumsily. Nothing in the forests of Mount Greylock had ever caused this bear to falter in fear before now. Seconds passed and Witherspoon grew, shoulders snapping topmost tree branches on his ascent. The dumbfounded bear was reduced to barely larger than Witherspoon's big toe and previously distant mountainside summits became eye-level to the soldier. Sadly Corporal Witherspoon's returning giant size didn't do much to quell the frigid temperature and he was once again nude. But he had also claimed the rightful place of a giant in this minuscule realm: Supreme dominance.

Immediately, he showed this dominance to the bear by snatching it up before she could flee, like a rolling tennis ball. The bear growled in protest in his fist. Those claws and clamping jaws felt like little more than kitten claws against his thick giant skin. "Sorry fluffy" said the giant sardonically, as he fished a specimen jar from his now normal sized giant satchel. "My assignment is to collect plant and animal samples to bring back to the giant world." With that, he sealed the lid perforated with airholes, trapping the bear in the glass jar. Watching the predator paw fruitlessly at the glass, Witherspoon could barely stifle a chuckle as he tucked the jar into the mesh netting of his bag.

Thank Odin, Witherspoon was finally able to put on some warm, giant clothes from his bag to shield the chill. Once he was dressed in camouflage pants and a green t-shirt, he followed orders and collected more samples. In another jar he placed the crumpled remains of one of the earth pine trees which his bag deracinated upon landing. It wasn't even a worthy size for a flowerpot in his universe. Next, he placed a handful of frozen topsoil into a plastic bag, for sediment samples. Ready to move on with his scouting mission, Witherspoon slung the strap of the bag over his shoulder, ignoring the whimpering whines of the trapped American black bear. Time to get a move on. From where he stood, waist deep in whitened treetops, he could see unmistakable hiking trails cut into the blanketed vegetation. There were bound to be human samples close by.