Giant/Tiny and Vore Short Stories

The Giant and the Princess (9/10)

Ajax's mother finished cleaning and bandaging his injuries and placed a fresh cloth on his forehead. His body was slowly recovering, and the inflammation in his limbs from the poison was decreasing. Even his fever was starting to break. He had yet to wake up, but she knew he needed rest and quiet. She left him alone so he could recover in peace.

When Ajax finally cracked his eye open, his skull was throbbing with abysmal, excruciating pain. He moaned and lifted his arm, which felt like it weighed a million pounds, up to his face, only to find a thick bandage covering the locus point of the pain. He let out a heavy sigh as his memory slowly returned, and he recalled the projectile stabbing his eye. He was probably half-blind now.

As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, he recognized his own bedroom. He couldn't remember how he got here; his last memory occurred in the woods. He vaguely recalled Iris standing on his face, dribbling water into his mouth.

"Iris?" he rasped softly. No answer. She must've gone back to the castle. As he spoke, he felt a hard, spiky lump scratching the inside of his throat. He didn't like the tickly feeling, which made him cough until the irritating object ascended his throat into his mouth. He reached in and pulled it out, swallowing in the process to clear his sore throat.

He squinted at the tiny object pinched between his fingertips, confused. It was something pointy and shiny, like a lump of metal, slathered in saliva and bile. He could almost believe it was armor from a soldier he consumed, like a helmet, but it sparkled with gold and flecks of color rather than the metallic gray of iron. He brought it closer to his eye so he could see it better. His eye widened with shock.

It was a crown. Somehow, he swallowed a crown. As the cogs in his brain chugged through his grogginess and pain, he realized with escalating horror that it was Iris's crown. If he had unwittingly ingested her crown, did that mean...? He clutched his belly with his free hand, squishing the skin to see if he could detect any movement. Nothing. There was nothing alive in his gut.

His stomach clenched and cramped with revulsion, and he felt like vomiting as the horrific reality sank in. His lone eye welled up with tears as he stared a hole through her precious crown. Iris was dead. He had eaten her. He couldn't even remember swallowing her, as there was a large gap in his memory. Had he lost control, in the delirium of fever? Had she begged and pleaded for him to stop as he mercilessly bit down on her fragile form? Or did she fall into his mouth while bringing him refreshment, and he gulped her down as greedily as he drank the water?

Hideous guilt consumed him as he pictured her last brutal, graphic moments. He could imagine her falling through the gap of his open lips and teeth, sliding down the slope of his tongue, and sinking into his gullet. A simple flex of his throat, and she'd be forced down, never to behold the light of day again. She'd land in his stomach, flailing desperately in a churning, burning, pitch-black purgatory, encompassed by slimy, pulsing stomach walls and surrounded by the half-digested corpses of armored men. The thought of her dying inside him, when he had no awareness or knowledge of her whereabouts, was too much for his heart to bear.

Nausea overwhelmed him. He clumsily plunked the miniscule crown on his bedside table and rolled over on his side. Retching and gagging, he expelled the contents of his stomach over the bed onto the floor. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he stared down at the puddle on the ground. Bones and metal fragments floated in the filthy liquid. Was Iris's skeleton mixed in there? Ajax turned away from the grotesque sight and wept.

"Ajax? Are you awake in there?" his mother called as she walked into the room. She saw him crying, with the vomit on the floor. "Oh, you poor dear!" She stroked his clammy forehead, muttered soothing words to him, and cleaned up his mess.