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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Zella and Ash walked side by side, though the taller, elven giantess rolled her eyes. Her hair was dyed pink that time and she’d told the draenei she should have dyed her own hair, so she would be not instantly recognisable to the tinies they were after. Zella, after all, was swiftly becoming notorious for snatching up tinies – but it was not as if her preferred food source of portal divers could simply avoid her when she was on guard duty and they had to come back through the portals, of course.

She had the perfect set-up to bring her meals directly to her, eating “on the job.” There was not much of a difference in height between the giantesses, though Zella was slightly shorter at sixty-five-feet while Ash was seventy-two-feet-tall. Sometimes, similarly sized giantesses paired up well together, although there was no real requirement to do so in an evidently mixed-size community and the planet too as a whole.

“You could be less obvious about things…”

Ash grumbled, though she had to walk more quickly to keep up with the draenei, Zella’s tail flicking back and forth behind her. Ash may have been taller, but it was Zella who was there to feed her hunger. The draenei only grinned in a flash of white teeth, jabbing Ash in the hip with her tail. The two of them were both dressed in plain Wolfenhammer uniforms with their guard badges on their chests, though Zella would not have minded something a little more revealing for the show she was about to put on.

“Oh, it’s all going to go off without a hitch – stop worrying, Ash,” she said, though Zella couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “Thanks for agreeing though, it’s helpful to have someone to record. Sometimes the drone-cams just don’t hit the right angles, you know?”

“No one is as picky about camera angles as you…”

Zella laughed.

“Gotta make good content!”

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of her hunger, as she headed through the portal to Three Tribes alongside Zella. They had a guard shift there, on the Three Tribes side of the portal, but Zella had made quite sure to arrive early so she could get what she wanted done and dusted.

The moment they were on the other side, Zella grinned and pulled off her top. Ash rolled her eyes.

“Really? Was there any point in you getting dressed in the first place if you were just going to strip down?”

“Yeah, probably no point.”

Zella said that easily, though it was still not quite as if she was agreeing with Ash. It was a funny kind of friendship between them, like they were always snipping at each other and Ash was never quite on-board with the schemes Zella came up with. Perhaps it was her level-headedness that helped her stop the draenei from going too far, though it was hard enough as it was to stop Zella from doing anything. The draenei… Well, she was a law unto herself, as the saying went.

Zella pulled off her bra too, still within the safe zone, the other guards who were actually on duty rolling their eyes. A black-haired Norr eyed her without her eyes giving anything away, but most of them too were used to what Zella got up to. As long as it didn’t interfere with her work or directly with them, they didn’t care, though everyone, of course, had a different moral code. Things just went like that, for everyone was different.

As Ash set the camera up, manually directing a drone-camera from her handheld tablet, she zoomed in on Zella. The draenei struck a pose, her hands back behind her head, a smirk on her lips, but that was not the focus. The camera panned down her blue skin slowly, over the twisting neck tendrils that betrayed her enjoyment in the moment, all the way down over her muscled abs and her flat stomach. It was obviously empty at that moment and Ash snapped a few pictures too, as she’d been asked.

The elf would have been lying if she’d said she was not enjoying the show too – for who wouldn’t like to see a hot draenei showing off? The two of them were known to mess around with one another sometimes, but Ash didn’t think there was a romantic connection between them. Sometimes, sex could just be that: sex. With Zella, and her penchant for pushing boundaries, that suited Ash perfectly.

Still, a softer smile pulled at her lips while she imagined getting the draenei naked somewhere else, doing what giantesses did best. She panned the camera back up from her flat stomach to her large breasts, how they rounded out in a heavy spill of flesh that ached to be teased and pleased, nipples perking up in the cool air of the late morning. She was only a little surprised, to be fair, it was as cool as it was that day, but Ash had always preferred warmer climates.

“Got it?”

Ash nodded. Zella grinned.

“Great! Let’s go.”

Ash walked after her, letting the camera capture her swaying ass and tail, though the sinuous, twisting curve of it only served to draw even more attention still to her muscular glutes and the roundness of her backside. She’d left the bottom half of her Wolfenhammer uniform on, for the one made for guards, of course, was different to the basic wear lower-level portal divers were issued with. Removing her top, however, made her unidentifiable as a guard and that was exactly what she needed.

Outside the safe zone, the forcefield fizzing lightly over her in a glimmer of blue, Zella could barely keep her excitement in check. Ash hung back, as they’d discussed, and she cast her friend a smile. Sometimes, she didn’t let Ash know just how grateful she was for coming along with her and getting a good camera angle, helping her out. Maybe that was just “normal friend stuff” to many, but Zella saw it differently. She didn’t tend to make strong connections with others, though she was happy with the connections she had with others in the portal diving community, her handful of close friends.

Zella waited, her tail hanging softly. A lot of tinies, regardless of her removing the top half of her uniform, still recognised her and gave her a very wide berth as they returned from their Three Tribes portal dive. Zella ignored them, though the thought of chasing them down passed through her mind. She did love a good chase and a hunt from time to time, but that wasn’t the kind of video she was recording that day, with Ash.

Ash smirked and called over to her.

“Your reputation precedes you, Zell,” she said, a chuckle in her voice. “You sure you gonna find the tinies you want today?”

“Of course.”

Zella grinned. There was no doubt in her mind, even as she watched a group of humans, who looked quite close, scurry by her at a distance, all clustered together. It was funny how, still, they thought there was strength in numbers. The only benefit to tinies travelling in greater numbers, together, in the portal worlds was that they might be able to run off if a monster girl attacked, snatching them up. Considering that giantesses had much longer legs than any race of tiny, however, it all depended on the benevolence of the giantess in question and whether they wanted to chase down “fast food.”

“It’s not like letting your tits out will lure your lunch to you!”

Zella exhaled, choosing not to respond to that one. Her eyes scanned the area around the portal, from the thicker trees and the more humid climate, the air warming around her as the day wore on. There was only a shorter time in the morning where it was cooler and she itched to strip off the rest of her uniform too – which she was more than happy to do if required. Getting naked was hardly anything of a bother to her.

The video will speak for itself, she told herself, licking her lips. They’ll come.

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Her tail curled behind her and, frankly, she wasn’t after the littlest of tinies, anyway. That was a little something she hadn’t imparted to Ash, though the elf was sucking down a flavoured fruit capsule, in liquid form, she’d brought along with her, keeping one eye on the drone-camera and the tablet in her other hand.

Ah…

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Zella softened her gaze, ensuring she didn’t, at least immediately, look too much like a predator on the prowl as she set her sights on two larger tinies further away. Some would have called them diminutive giantesses, most would have just called them people. At ten and twelve feet tall, each, they were still more than small enough to be classed as snacks or meals, depending on the comparative size of the giantess devouring them.

The ten-foot-tall draenei, June, didn’t look like she recognised Zella, though she saw another of her kind standing there, a smile on her lips. They weren’t far from the portal, however, and complacency got the better of June. Surely someone who looked like her, the two draenei having the same blue skin and hair, wouldn’t do anything to her? She’d heard of the draenei enclave at Wolfenhammer and it sounded quite like they were a clan that protected each other.

Beside her, the twelve-foot-tall elf was a little more suspicious. Lynnie was a little more used to worlds like that, moving between portal diving companies as a point of contact for the company side and not the portal side before, but being out in the portal worlds themselves was entirely new to her. Working in communications most certainly did not prepare her for what she’d found out there and Lynnie was not all that sure she could continue with portal dives. But she had her debt to pay off from joining Wolfenhammer as a diver and there was the matter of her living expenses to keep in mind too…

Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, though it was a darker shade, like it was trying to tip over the edge into brunette. She’d thought about changing it, with all the options available for hair styling at the company, but hadn’t got around to it yet. Whereas June was slimmer with a lean physique and breasts that seemed rather oversized for her figure, the elf was thick and curvy with breasts that really challenged the limits of her Wolfenhammer uniform.

She glanced between Zella and June, a falter in her step.

“Perhaps we should move quicker.”

June shrugged.

“We’re nearly back, don’t worry about it. There’s a bubble bath in your future. Nearly there.”

June cast Lynnie a warm look and the elf nearly melted. Oh, it was okay. June would look after her and, frankly, she felt rather silly for worrying about anything in the first place. There was no reason at all to avoid the giantesses out there, who most certainly were not monster girls. That would have been a very different story.

Ah, but she should have been more cautious.

Zella strode forward, her stride eating up the ground, crossing the distance over to the draenei and elf pair with an easy step. She swung her tail out, coiling the elf in her tail as Lynnie let out a squeal, thrashing and twisting, but Zella barely even noticed. The draenei nonchalantly captured the smaller draenei in her hands, who looked like she didn’t know whether to run or attack – though the outcome would have been the same either way.

“Not bad…”

Zella hummed to herself, ignoring her fighting prey besides to hold them up for Ash’s drone-camera, grinning openly. The camera zoomed in on the captured food, Zella holding them out in front of her body, the elf quivering with her arms pinned to her sides. The elf didn’t even have her pack anymore, having dropped it somewhere behind her.

I wonder if she knows she won’t need anything in that bag anymore? Oh, well.

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It wasn’t anything of her concern and not something Zella even thought about as more than a passing amusement.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” June hissed, beating at Zella’s hand with her fists, heat flooding to her cheeks in a darker swathe from fury. “Let us go right now! We’re not tinies! We’re portal divers!”

June conveniently forgot that tinies were, very often, portal divers too – but it was hardly a category the draenei put herself in. Her eyes snapped to Lynnie, finding her voice as she too demanded the draenei let them down, but she didn’t sound as convincing as June. Her voice lacked strength and conviction, with a pull of fear tangled in it.

“I just need a couple of volunteers for a video,” Zella assured them, her eyes wide open in fake innocence, which had to be believed for those who didn’t know what she was all about. “It’ll be quick.”

“Likely story,” June scoffed. “You’re just trying to steal what we’ve collected, aren’t you?”

She hadn’t noticed, of course, that Lynnie had dropped her pack when she’d been grabbed, but that was of no real matter. June twisted, fighting and struggling against Zella’s hand, though the draenei squeezed her more tightly, even as June heaved and shoved against her.

“We’re from the same company,” Lynnie broke in, a smile on her face, though it wobbled a little. “We’re on the same side, we… Come on, we don’t have time for games. We just want to get back.”

They were almost at the safe zone and yet Lynnie wondered, briefly, if there ever had been a safe zone to begin with. She’d never fully found her feet as a portal diver and it seemed her exhausted body was going to be kept from her bath for longer. She pushed down her bubbling, jittering concern, trusting June, who just looked annoyed.

Zella hid her smirk, lowering their bodies a little before her, so they were about level with her stomach. They’d never really reach the safe zone. Well, they wouldn’t in any way that mattered…

“You could have got away,” Zella said callously, putting on a show for the camera, though she was really just taunting them in a way that came naturally to her. “Almost to the safe zone, almost back in Wolfenhammer territory… Too bad for you, but good for me.”

June snarled, tail lashing and hitting Zella’s hand ineffectively.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?”

Zella cocked her head and grinned.

“That I won’t have to start my next guard shift on an empty stomach. Sad, really, that you seem to have rescued me and you walked straight into my little trap.”

“What – no! You can’t do that to us!”

Fear clawed at the smaller draenei and June twisted viciously back and forth, fighting tooth and nail. Lynnie squealed and cried out, but her words blurred in June’s mind even as she tried to free them, forgetting, right then, that there was not all that much she could do against a determined giantess who was over sixty-feet-tall.

Panic was a strange thing indeed when it sank into them like that. Sometimes, a “tiny” may not have felt true panic before the moment of their devouring, their fate coming to an imminent end, all out of their control.

Zella didn’t think about her charges, letting the camera see them as she stripped off the draenei first. She didn’t care for their names, not as she undressed the portal diver roughly, ripping down the back of the draenei’s uniform and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“Oh, this would have lasted longer if you’d been able to afford better…” She teased. “But don’t you want to get your tits out for the camera?”

Although June thrashed and twisted, Zella was more than used to dealing with food that didn’t want to be food. It was sad, really, when they didn’t understand where their true place was in life, in the world. But it wasn’t something that was going to bother her as she pulled off the small draenei’s boots too, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth in perfectly harmonious glee at what she was getting to do.

Her stomach ached to be filled and Zella was going to see that her belly got everything it wanted.

“And now for you, lunch…”

She smirked as she used her tail and one hand to undress the elf, though she fought just as hard. Her movements were not as strategic or as forceful as her friend’s, however, even if that was only something Zella noticed as a passing thought. Sometimes, thinking about little things like that made the experience linger in her mind, like all those little details, and the not so little ones too, came together into a greater picture of delicious devouring.

“Now, there’s really no point fighting, but it makes things more interesting…”

Zella laughed, cruelly. There was no humour in her tone, not in the slightest: there wasn’t meant to be. She was who she was and eating tinies was merely the right of any giantess. Out in the portal worlds too, she could do as she pleased, despite her reputation, as Ash had said, preceding her.

She needed everything off them, however, as she leaned down to the tinies, holding them close to her mouth, trying not to let her mouth water too much already. That would give the game away. Where Ash could not hear her, the drone-camera mic, possibly, picking up on her words, she whispered to June and Lynnie, though Zella did not and would never know their names. To her, that was unimportant.

She pulled away and the divers looked up at her with trepidation. What Zella had said had caught their attention, but that didn’t mean it was in a good way. June looked at Lynnie and gave a resolute nod, though the elf still quivered visibly, shaking all over.

Zella ignored them, a smirk on her lips as she gave the camera a wink. Ash gave her a look with a raised eyebrow, although Zella would not stop the show to tell her what she had said, what she was planning.

“Let’s have you first… After all, a guard needs to have a full stomach before going on duty…”

She grinned and took the draenei in both hands, holding her up in front of her naturally blue lips. They were a darker shade than usual, the warm air making blood rush to the surface of her skin, changing the tone.

“Agh! No!”

June couldn’t hold it, not even then, squirming and twisting, wriggling back and forth. Her tail thrashed, curling out from between Zella’s fingers, but she couldn’t hold back her instinct to fight against what was happening to her. It was hardly a position she had ever thought she would be in and her heart pounded horribly in her chest, feeling like it was trying to break out through the cage of her ribs.

Zella held the draenei high, hooves. She pinned her arms and legs in, making sure she was as streamlined to swallow as possible, and grinned as she opened up wide. The drone-camera zoomed in on the gaping nightmare of her mouth, how her tongue pressed against the inside of her lower lip, as if it was going to spill over – but not quite getting there. Zella needed all the room she could get to swallow the draenei, after all, her ten-foot-tall body being quite the mouthful for her.

“Mmm…”

She drooled, a gleam of saliva on her lips as she kept her neck as straight as she could, ignoring the panicked draenei twisting back and forth. She pushed the draenei’s head down over her tongue, using the fleshiness of her own tongue to guide her in sliding them to the back of her mouth, for it was all about the swallowing for the show she was about to put on. Oh, but it would have been utterly impossible for Zella to hold back her drool, too much saliva filling her mouth, marking the corners of her lips. She tipped her head back, letting it slide to the back of her mouth as the squirming draenei’s hooves eased in to the back of her throat.

Then she swallowed. And swallowed, over and over again. It was not about rushing it, not as the drone-camera focused on her throat and the growing bulge there, more and more of the draenei, slowly and patiently, stretching out her throat. She took it carefully, her tongue guiding her food where it belonged, though the strain of her throat expanding and stretching around was impossible to ignore.

She groaned, feeling how her prey squirmed, her body stretching to encompass them, pulling around the draenei. Zella was sure the shape of the draenei was bulging out through her throat, her skin beautifully stretched over her, outlining the “tiny” as she gulped her down.

Another wet gulp pulled more of the draenei into her throat, halfway down her throat, though there was still a good portion of her food yet to swallow. She liked that rather a lot, grunting lightly, her head feeling lighter than usual. Oh, it was so good to let out the predator in her. Just how she managed to work around tinies all day long and not eat them all really was a mystery to her… But Zella would not have kept her job for very long at all if she just ate every tiny in sight, unfortunately.

Maybe she could get a job where all she had to do was eat tinies? But that would be coveted, too highly in demand for her to get easily. That was a shame, but being a guard was a pretty sweet gig too.

The draenei cried out and flung her arms out over her head the moment Zella released her grip, heart hammering, fear clawing at her. Yet she couldn’t let panic get the best of her, even when she was deep in it, her tail wriggling and twisting within the giantess’ throat as she was eaten, sliding deeper and deeper into the giantess’ mouth. It was not a position she’d ever thought she would be in and yet the horror of being pushed deeper by that wet, lewd tongue heaved in her stomach, rendering her dizzy, losing control.

Or maybe she had not had control. Maybe she’d overplayed her hand when it came to being around giantesses, June thinking herself something she was not. The giantess in question grabbed her hands, pinning her wrists together to hold her up high – for apparently the angle of her swallowing was everything. The notion sickened her and she tried to kick even as her hooves were gulped down, pulled deeper with a tight throat teasing around her, caressing her in a manner that was far too rough and demanding to ever be considered a massage.

It was horrifying, in a way words could never convey, to see the giantess’ upper lip passing over her, her legs pulled down into Zella’s throat while she was pushed inside. She squirmed, shuddering bodily, but June was hardly in any position to really fight back, though she considered heaving herself to the side. Maybe if she could get her arms fully free, she could pinch the draenei giantess’ lips…

But, no. It wasn’t going to work, not as Zella’s grip tightened on her and June cried out: a helpless, wordless cry. It was meant to catch attention, to convey her need for help in some way. Yet even her own desperation fell short, choked off where she didn’t want Lynnie to hear her. She didn’t want to influence Lynnie in any way, though that was only a very small thing she could do for the elf, when all else already seemed lost.

Ash clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ignoring her own hunger while she watched Zella feed. She was happy to do the camera work for the draenei, but sometimes it made her rather hungry too, triggering her own predatory instincts. Her eyes drifted to the elf in the tuck of Zella’s tail, but she wasn’t going to interrupt what Zella had going on. It was not that she wanted to be a part of the scene, really, but her hunger was just difficult to suppress at times. Maybe she was the one who should have eaten before heading out with Zella?

It was clear just how much of a struggle it was for Zella to swallow her, taking her several large, wet gulps to work the draenei down her throat. It was harder still with the ten-foot draenei twisting and thrashing as she was: clearly, she had not listened well to the giantess. Yet Zella didn’t care. She couldn’t care, for it just wasn’t right for her to think about her food like that, as if they had their own thoughts and feelings, holding a right to be something beyond her food.

Ash watched, letting the camera focus on Zella’s throat, the growing bulge twisting and thrashing, though the outline of the draenei’s tail was too small to be caught pressing against the inside of Zella’s throat as it was tucked down. The draenei’s hands, finally, disappeared between Zella’s lips and the giantess quickly closed her mouth after her prey, ignoring the thrashing and the twisting, the hands flailing against the inside her lips and cheeks. At least the fighting was something that could be caught well on camera, as Zella showed off, a smirk tugging at her lips on one side while she gave another loud, wet swallow.

At least the drone-cam has a good mic on it too…

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She wondered if the drone-cam had caught what Zella had said to the tinies, but some things were not for her to hear. Maybe Zella would tell her what she’d said later.

The giantess swallowed again, pulling more and more of the draenei into her throat. Once she’d got past the midpoint of her waist, it grew easier. A little, at least. Though Zella still had to focus, swallowing with a loud gulp that made her tip her chin up and then settle again, pulling the draenei into her throat up to her breasts, then over the point of her shoulders.

Slowly, gravity aided her hard gulps, saliva washing the smaller draenei down as those grabbing, flailing hands were swallowed up too. The bulge of food the draenei had become swelled through Zella’s throat and pushed down, Zella’s eyes gleaming as her stomach yawned, anticipating the food it was soon to be fed.

Her body took care of the rest, pushing it down, the muscles of her oesophagus working naturally to make sure her food did not stick in her throat, sending the draenei all the way down. The bulge in her throat disappeared, though slowly, for the draenei was, of course, a large meal to swallow like that. There was a reason most giantesses went for tinies rather than those a little larger, but Zella was more than up for the challenge.

The elf twisted in her tail, trying to pry it off her naked body, though Zella ignored her. It was easy to forget about her second meal as the camera panned down to her stomach, showing the path of the draenei down into her belly. A huge, squirming bulge formed in the formerly smooth, uninterrupted flesh of her stomach, the draenei obviously thrashing and fighting. Zella took a deep breath, a shiver rippling through her.

“Mmmm…”

She hummed happily, settling there and enjoying the comfortable, filling weight in her stomach. Oh, that was good. That was very good. She licked her lips and tugged the elf in, using her tail, to press her against the bulge her partner made in her stomach. The elf whimpered and tried to pull back, to push away with her hands flat on the giantess’ stomach, but it really made no difference.

“Look at that… Your friend takes up a lot of space in my stomach,” Zella taunted. “Just think about what bulge you’re going to make when you’re down there joining her.”

“No – please, don’t!”

It was a short cry and yet, for the elf, it almost came out as defiant. Zella didn’t care, still licking her lips contentedly, though her stomach did not quite yet feel satisfied. It was funny how things like that worked, when she needed more to satisfy her hunger, but it was not all about the physical needs of her body, not then.

It was about satisfying that carnal, crude side of her, the side that wanted to eat and eat and eat, to devour and be a glutton under her figure bulged with evidence of her greed. Such was the right of every giantess and Zella’s predatory urges only rose with increasing frequency, sending her out to hunt tinies in any way she could without getting into trouble with Wolfenhammer and the wider portal diving companies. In fact, that was one of the reasons she’d joined Wolfenhammer as an employee in the first place…

Zella smirked, looking down past her breasts that elf, squeezed in against the large bulge in her stomach. The bump in her belly wriggled forcibly and it was very clear the draenei was not enjoying her entrapment, her foray into being food. The elf whined and pushed away, eyes bright and glistening.

“Look, we can make a deal – I can help you! You can have all of our stuff!”

Lynnie had to try, had to do something. June wouldn’t have wanted her to end up in the same place as her, not down in the belly of a giantess. Her heart ached, but her mind snapped into survival mode, willing to do anything and everything to avoid meeting an untimely end.

There was what Zella had said… No, she’d rather not be swallowed in the first place. Lynnie fought, though her small fingers had no hope of prying away the strong muscle of the draenei’s tail from her body, curled around her waist and hips, leaving her legs dangling.

“No? But you two fit so well.”

The giantess was implying more than was immediately obvious with that line and Lynnie shuddered. Somehow, her face had been crushed up against the June-shaped bulge in the giantess’ stomach, able to feel every twisting squirm she gave, as if they could still touch through the giantess’ skin. Still, she shook her head and pulled away, taking a great, heaving gasp of air.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be together again soon. Let’s make that happy, shall we?”

“No – don’t! I don’t want to be eaten! Please, please, we can make a deal, we can make this so you don’t have to eat me! I can buy you food, I can do anything! Just, please – don’t eat me! Not like this!”

Zella clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, frustrated. The elf was noisy… Eating her feet first wasn’t going to do the trick there. She didn’t like food that shouted and squalled like that, so she fed the elf into her mouth head first instead, pushing her in over her tongue as she put on a show, of course, for the camera. That sort of thing came naturally to the giantess and she delighted in swirling her tongue around the elf, tasting her. That was all part of the experience, after all, and she slurped along the length of the elf’s naked body, enjoying the burst of flavour that erupted there.

The elf, however, was just like any other food she had eaten or was going to eat. There was nothing special about her that could catch Zella’s attention, but she would earn her plenty of credits on the Den system – when the clips and full video were both uploaded, of course. Anything to keep “feeding” her addiction, after all.

She relished in the fearful shudder of the elf, moaning on her tongue, licking down the length of her body. The elf’s breasts and stomach ground over her tongue, but that was of no real matter to the giantess, focusing on the moment and nothing else. Her eyes flicked to the drone-camera, but Ash was taking care of that, even if it looked like the other guards from the portal were looking over at them with due curiosity.

Let them look… Free show!

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Zella chuckled around her mouthful and then focused on swallowing the elf. Being that the elf was even larger than the draenei, she had to bear in mind that is was going to be more difficult, even if it was only a difference of a couple of feet. The elf’s head pressed into the back of her throat as she did her best to keep her mouth open wide, holding her arms to her sides with as much dexterity as she could.

That, however, was difficult. There was only so much room in her mouth and she didn’t want to hinder the view of the camera either. Her tail might have made a good show of it, but her fingers were more dextrous, tightening around the elf’s hips and the point of her wrists, keeping her pinned there.

She swallowed the moment the elf pushed into the back of her mouth, opening up her throat for her food. That would take some time as she swallowed again, a wet pull aiding in dragging the elf down. The elf was still squirming and whimpering, but none of it was in a way Zella had to pay any attention to. True, she wasn’t going to let them out of her stomach again – that just wasn’t something the draenei played with at all – but they didn’t have to know that. She’d already dropped a breadcrumb for them, a little hope, but that would all be dashed in due course…

Another gulp pulled the elf deeper, Zella straightening her neck once more. Ash shook her head, suppressing an admiring whistle at how much her friend could take, watching the bulge that was the elf slowly form in her throat. That time, there was no squirming tail to take in, only the outline of the elf – and it was not as if the elf’s pointed ears would get in the way, not like that.

The elf still fought almost viciously as she was swallowed, another powerfully wet swallow dragging her down. The bulge in Zella’s throat was not idle in the slightest, twisting and shifting back and forth, as if she thought she could find a way out from being food if only she fought hard enough. Ash had seen that many times before, but she was not all that sure she’d like dealing with food that was that…lively. She’d much rather deal with smaller tinies, real tinies, and swallow down a bowl of them, all at once – perhaps even ones who’d run foul of some of the Den party games and then were served up to the “winning” giantesses.

Yes… Yes, that sounded like Ash’s preferred way to hunt her food, after everything. She liked a little colour to it, some music in the background, perhaps some eyes on her wishing they could share her food, or even take it from her. But she’d keep it all to herself, when she was the winner reaping the spoils of their spicy Den games, licking her lips off after every mouthful of tiny and showing off proudly. Rarely did Ash not end up, after such Den events, without a giantess partner to warm her bed, but a good, hot shower with a sexy giantess filling the cubicle with her would never go amiss.

To her, that was better than being out there, raw and natural, in the portal world. She didn’t really understand just why divers would go out there and get all messy for such fragile pickings, but that wasn’t for Ash to worry about.

Ah, I’m getting hungrier too.

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She gave a wry smile and tried to keep her mind on one track while focusing on Zella drawing out the elf being swallowed. The twelve-foot-tall elf worked her way down slowly, surely, Zella, as always, precise in her movements. It was obvious just how Zella had to force the elf down, saliva swilling around her mouth while her body tried to make the devouring even easier for her. Her desires were one thing, but she couldn’t do more than her body allowed, in all fairness.

Above all else, as Zella swallowed hard, dragging a bit more of the large elf into her throat, down past her breasts, she had to pace herself. She had to remember she was there to enjoy but also to put on a performance, showing off her delightfully obvious lack of a gag reflex as she drew the elf down to her deep, dark fate.

It was such an intimate, all-encompassing feeling to have her throat stretch like that around her prey, to feel those predatory urges inside her being fed. They would not be satisfied, however, until she had her food down in her stomach, joining the draenei, but Zella could be patient until then. Forced to release the elf’s arms, she trusted that enough of the elf was inside her throat that she would not be able to interfere all that much with her swallowing – and, if she did, Zella would take care of it then. She only did not want the clip she’d planned to be interrupted in any way.

The elf squirmed and pushed against the inside of her throat, but getting her swallowed enough that her arms remained pinned to her sides helped Zella out immensely. She groaned around her mouthful, her tongue pushing along the underside of the elf, teasing between her legs. Pulling the elf into her mouth further with her tongue, she used that “grip” of her tongue, curled up between the elf’s legs, to stop her from wriggling backwards, even if there would never really have been any kind of escape for the elf in the slightest. It was always best to cut that off immediately, one way or the other.

Ash murmured as she watched the elf’s larger frame, altogether bigger, easing down Zella’s neck as a gulp that almost sounded like the giantess was struggling pulled through the air. Zella moaned, her tail flicking, but that wasn’t something Ash was focusing on, though there were some viewers, she was sure, who would enjoy getting to see that part of the show too. It was always tricky working out what would get the most views, but Zella would get what she wanted either way – and that was altogether a good thing. Maybe the giantess would be easier to deal with while she was on duty with her, with a full stomach. However, Ash doubted that. Zella was always going to be Zella and there was never anything that was going to change that.

She still swallowed, Ash’s camera catching the gleam of saliva on her lips, how it helped work the elf down. The outline of the elf was more defined still than the draenei had been, due to her size, and Ash followed the shape of her, watching the shadows dance and the shape of the elf twist, the sun highlighting the upper curves of her while darkness tempted at the lower curves. The lower edges, of course, were at the deepest point, working their way down Zella’s throat, but the elf was not to know how beautiful she was in the moment of her devouring.

Zella gulped again, all the elf inside her mouth as she closed her lips wetly after her, humming with a pleased note to have her just as she wanted her. Her tongue greedily shoved the elf deeper, taking more control now that gravity helped, ever so slightly, to pull the elf down her throat. Gravity, on the other hand, could only do so much when she had such a big mouthful to gulp down, for it would never be a quick devouring with a meal of that size.

That was the whole point of it. That was why Zella was putting on a show, saliva dripping down her throat, lubricating her food as it slid down a little more. With the elf’s legs pulling to the back of her mouth, she knew it was time, ignoring their kicking, how her food fought and squirmed within her throat, her heart lifting at the show she was putting on. Zella couldn’t wait to watch the video back, to get to re-live it all from a different viewpoint, just how the elf had thrashed and fought against her own swallowing, right up to the very last second.

But it had to be, for Zella was not one to let her prey go. With one, final, cruel gulp, she pulled the elf’s legs fully into her throat and sent the shape of the elf sliding down to her stomach. Zella licked her lips, letting her throat do the work as the elf teased down, tempting her with imminent food. It would feel all the better when the elf settled into her stomach with her friend, though Zella truly did not care for their relationship in any way.

Down and down, the camera caught the swell of the fighting elf, how panic dictated her motions. The microphone on the drone-cam even caught her frenzied cries, however muffled they were, through the skin of her neck. There was only one place in her body for the elf, however, and that was all the way down in her stomach, a growing bulge settling there alongside the draenei. They merged into one, clearly pressed together in Zella’s stomach, but Zella only laughed, licking her lips.

The elf and the draenei squirmed in her stomach as she prodded them playfully, taunting them even while they were trapped in her stomach.

“Ah.”

Zella addressed the drone-cam, smirking and briefly putting a finger to her lips, as if she had a secret held behind them. A secret she was just about to impart, of course, for she was not about to let something like that go untold when she was on camera. It was all a part of her performance, the sultry display of devouring that had so many other giantesses craving an ever-increasing volume of tinies to eat, regardless of how many times they filled their stomachs.

“This isn’t the end of the show, ladies,” she said, affecting a tone she’d seen another giantess use in her videos, a sexy swing in her hips. “Mmm… I wouldn’t want to leave you all…hanging, now, would I?”

Her tail twisted and curled back and forth while she reached down into her hip-bag. It had not been a part of things so far and it was really the only reason Zella had, at the very least, left herself partially clothed.

Withdrawing a smaller, round ball from her bag, she showed it to the camera while Ash’s brow furrowed. Those had become more popular with giantesses who wanted to play with tinies rather than just eat them, though she wasn’t all that sure of the appeal. But if it was hard to find more tinies to eat, maybe that was it.

A PV-toy?

_ _

She mouthed the words at Zella, though the draenei ignored her. Of course, she did: she was still on camera.

Zella unrolled the rope from the toy, dangling it for her viewers as she presented it before her body like a prize. It was no coincidence that it was a short distance away from the squirming bulges in her stomach, which were impossible to ignore from the sheer size of them.

Ash shook her head, the tablet in her hands still, the drone-cam steady. The PV-toys allowed giantesses to retrieve tinies from their stomachs and were making a fortune in Wolfenhammer markets currently. In fact, she was sure they were being expanded too, using the lifted restrictions from a new pair of draenei who were looking to export to other portal diving companies. They were popular, yes, but not the sort of thing she ever expected Zella to hold in her hands.

“Why…”

The word broke her lips before she could call it back, though it was not as if Ash needed to be that quiet. Zella didn’t break character, only grinning. The giantess pointed at her stomach, pausing for a moment to run her fingers and palm over the wriggling bumps of her meal.

“Watch the show,” she purred, her tail softening into a very light swing that did not distract the eye. “That’s what this is all about…”

Tipping her head back carefully, Zella swallowed down the ball like she’d practised, even if that didn’t feel natural to her. She should have had food going down her throat, not a toy that was, in some way, designed to pull food out from her stomach. Even doing so, retrieving tinies, should have been classified as a disease in Zella’s opinion, though it was an opinion the giantess kept more or less to herself. After all, she wanted more tinies to eat and, if others weren’t devouring tinies, that meant there were more for her. Her logic checked out, with her at least.

Slowly, she felt the glowing, blue orb bump into the back of her mouth, rolling off the root of her tongue, and she swallowed lightly. It was a lot easier to take that down her throat and she fed the rope down slowly, her throat staying open for it, though it did not have to open up anywhere near as much as it had for the elf and the draenei respectfully.

Ash watched as more and more of the rope-like ribbon was fed between Zella’s lips, panning back so she had Zella’s head, neck and shoulders in the shot. And then there was a shudder in the draenei, something that didn’t quite seem like it was a part of her – and Ash’s drone-cam shot down. It locked on to the draenei’s stomach, where the fighting and squirming intensified, like the food inside was shocked into a frenzy by the PV-toy.

Ash clicked her tongue curiously against the roof of her mouth, considering it. There was only one PV-toy…and Zella was a tricky draenei to work with…

Zella shivered and groped her breasts, holding the end of the rope between her teeth, just to keep it nicely suspended there. Oh, it was new to feel her prey fighting so vehemently, so desperately, in her stomach, for most tinies understood there was no coming back from being swallowed. For those two, of course, she had gifted them a tiny crumb of hope that the PV-toy had set off, so she was not at all surprised to feel them thrashing inside her.

“Mmmm…”

She couldn’t talk aloud, which was a shame, while the rope was between her teeth, but it was almost tempting to let it go right then and there. Maybe she could just say it was an accident, but the draenei clung on to the idea of the show she’d wanted to put on, what she had “hinted” at her food before she’d even started eating them.

Inside her stomach, the PV-toy swung back and forth, dangling too high for the elf and the draenei to reach; Zella made sure of that. She didn’t want them to get a hold on it quite yet, the rope trailing down over her lips and chin, but the glow of the orb would show it off to them, letting them know it was there, that their chance of escape was dangling a hair’s breadth out of reach.

“Mmm…”

Zella groaned again and toyed with her breasts, running her fingers over her soft flesh more lightly for a moment before going in for a headier squeeze. She gripped them, a nipple popping out between her fingers, her head tipping back a little as if she was imagining swallowing her meal all over again.

Ash watched in amazement as the draenei released the rope between her teeth, letting it dip down into her stomach a little more. That was clearly enough for the elf and the draenei inside her to get hold of it, twisting and thrashing, bodies shoving insistently against the front of Zella’s stomach. Ash took a deep breath, licking her lips, and enjoyed the show as she panned the camera over Zella’s stomach, showing off how different her belly was. Before, it had been so very smooth and flat and toned, but that could not be said anymore. No… It was bulging and squirming, full of food. The impression her food made against her flesh was truly delightful, for nothing could have been more carnal than a giantess who had enjoyed a good meal and was showing it off.

Ash could see the outline of shoulders and arms, though the shape of hands and finer details like those, of course, were hard to make out. There was, of course, the span of flesh between the outside world and the tinies, locked in their inside world of Zella’s stomach, to be considered too. But she still longed, in a way, to press up against Zella’s stomach, to squeeze her cheek in against those bulges so she could feel them fighting in an even more intimate fashion. There was something about being up-close to the action that invigorated her, but she had to stay stepped-back that time, playing camera-woman for Zella.

The giantess, of course, would “pay her back” another time, whether she shared the spoils of her tinies with her or they languished in bed together. Ash would look forward to that, though she made sure to get a long, close-up shot of the squirming, wriggling bugles in Zella’s stomach beforehand. They came together, melding into a single, awkwardly shaped lump for a moment, then split apart again, one seeming to go after the other. To be fair, it was impossible to tell just what was happening inside Zella’s stomach, but it was fun to speculate about it.

“So…” Zella blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a richer, darker shade of blue. “I have a little secret.”

Ash panned the drone-camera back up, slowly for effect, the draenei was revealed to have the ribbon between two fingers again. She held it delicately yet firmly, even if there was a sense she could have released it at any time.

“So…” Zella called attention again, the camera zooming out to get her entire torso in the shot. “I have been a little wicked.”

She chuckled, blushing harder, though Ash was sure that was for show. Zella didn’t really blush like that, though the giantess had something of a softer side to her too.

“I told these cute little tinies that I’d pull out one of the toys after eating them,” she all but giggled, which was a very un-Zella-like thing for her to do. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to be too mean now, would I?”

She jiggled the ribbon for the PV-toy, making it shake and bounce in her stomach. Where the squirming had settled down a little, it ramped up once more, as if they remembered there was a chance of freedom. Throwing all caution to the wind, the tinies fought and wriggled and tried to get a grip on the PV-toy, though maybe easing things down and working things out between themselves, who got to be pulled out with it, would have been a better option there.

The elf and draenei in her stomach struggled, sending echoing ripples of fight through her body, pleasure warming her all the way through. Knowing just how she’d turned her meals against one another for her own delight was the best seasoning for such a meal and Zella carefully licked her lips, still holding the end of the ribbon. Letting it go was no longer an option with the drone-cam fixed on her, for she was all for putting on the best show possible.

It was all about the pleasure for her, the full, satisfied feeling spreading throughout her entire body. She wriggled her tail lightly, feeling heavy as if she was about to sink down into the ground, though it was all a ploy. She palmed her hand over her stomach, pressing the bulges almost tenderly, despite them not really reacting to her touch.

Their squirming, at that size, was perfect. It was so much better than just eating a single tiny, feeling the weight of them in her stomach, always twisting, always fighting. She gave a little shake of her hips, just to incite them all over again, and took a breath, her hand running up over her stomach, over the lump of her food, and to her breasts once more. Of course, Zella needed to hold on to the other end of the PV-toy ribbon, so it didn’t drop into her stomach, but it was more and more tempting, despite what she’d already done, to let it slip and, with it, the rest of their hope to be freed slipping away with it.

No… Oh, no. She adored taunting them, letting them think they were going to get out, but Zella had never released food from her stomach ever before. She could have, with the invention of the PV-toys and other ways through which giantesses sometimes retrieved tinies they wanted to play with again, but that had never even crossed her mind. Why, using the PV-toy was merely a taunt she’d come up with, though she would, to be fair, want to keep the toy for use another time.

Zella groaned, taking the rope of the PV-toy and tying it off to her company choker, so she didn’t have to concern herself with using her fingers or her teeth to hold it anymore. That would keep the PV-toy suspended in her stomach while the tinies fought over it, her food kept well-entertained.

But Ash didn’t know what Zella had in mind as the draenei giantess re-dressed herself with her company uniform top and her bra – the latter, of course, went on first. She took a breath, her breasts rising as she secured the bra in place, though Ash absent-mindedly thought it was a shame for Zella to have to put it on again. They were, however, expected to be “appropriately in uniform” for their guard shifts, so it had to go on.

Her top slid into place too and Zella smoothed it down over her stomach. It didn’t sit quite as well there as it had before, with her stomach full of food, still wriggling, still hoping for that elusive spell of freedom. Some things were not to be, however, as Zella exhaled, turning back to Ash with a smile.

Knowing their little routine, for Ash had played camera-woman for Zella before, the drone-camera paused there. It locked on to her, taking in her full visage, from her long, lean legs to the swollen bulge of food squirming in her stomach. The camera panned all the way up her breasts and then to her grinning face. Zella licked her lips while the elf watched, though she had to be a little careful of the ribbon running over her lower lip. It would have been hard for her to really displace it with just her tongue, but there was a very real possibility she could have bitten through it, of course.

Neither Zella nor Ash knew what Lavella’s craftsmanship was like, however, so that was just something they considered. In all truth, the ribbon-like rope of the PV-toy was strong enough to withstand such things, even if the lamia girl who had made such waves in the portal diving community had an idea in mind for some “trick” toys that had weak points in the ribbon. That would mean it was a risk to use it, that the tiny may or may not have been retrieved, adding to the danger. For some, that would have made the fun even better.

“Okay, that’s everything.”

Ash clicked her tongue obligingly against the roof of her mouth: a little tic she’d picked up over the years. There was a little too much saliva in her mouth and she would not have denied just how turned on she was from watching the show Zella had put on. It was a shame she had her guard shift upcoming, imminently, or else she could have had a very nice session with herself or Zella, working off that sense of being hot and bothered in the best of ways. That she wanted to fill her stomach too with tinies was by-the-by and she mildly considered keeping an eye out for tinies returning from their dives. They were easier to pick off when they were good and tired and sometimes the guards would be “awkward” about giantesses taking advantage of tinies when they were leaving the Wolfenhammer portal for their dive. It was a silly little thing, but sometimes it was things exactly like that which undercut the actual rules of the company and beyond.

Ash turned off the drone-cam, finally tucking the tablet away. The file, of course, would be sent immediately to Zella. However, there was one thing that had not come up just yet, with the matter of the PV-toy left dangling down into Zella’s stomach.

“Aren’t you going to pull one of them out?” Ash asked the clothed draenei, raising her eyebrow. “You promised you would.”

“And I always make good on my promises.”

Zella grinned, the rope tugging at her company choker, still firmly fixed in place. One of her neck tendrils curled around it, playfully tugging, the squirming in her belly ramping up again. Zella laughed.

“Yes, I will pull one toy out…at the end of my shift. There’s no need to do anything before that, it’ll keep me nice and full.”

Ash rolled her eyes.

“And our shift hasn’t even started yet.”

“Exactly.”

Ash was not slow to catch on there and eyed the draenei’s stomach with a knowing smile. One toy would be pulled out…but one of the toys in the giantess’ stomach, of course, was the PV-toy itself.

“Oh, Zella… That’s evil.”

“Why, thank you!”

The draenei would have bounced in her step if her stomach did not feel so full and delightfully heavy, so graciously satisfied. No, it was better to step out comfortably for the time being, to enjoy her shift as a guard while the squirming in her stomach slowly eased, no longer catching her attention anymore.

She let her hips swing lightly as she strutted alongside Ash back to their guard post. It was only a shame their shift was about to begin, or else she would have had a chance to go through the recording straight away. She’d, of course, have to trim it down, cut out some bits like when she’d been talking to the tinies, take some still pictures from it… There a lot she could do with content like that, even if the term did not feel quite right to her.

Content… No, eating even “larger tinies” was a right of hers, a pleasure. She poked her stomach as her food squirmed, fighting still for the PV-toy. She’d wondered, when she was eating the elf, if there was some kind of relationship between them. If there was, it was clear it was the kind of relationship that could easily be broken down, crushed into nothing, when faced with the truth of their fate.

They could fight and they could thrash, but Zella was not going to do a damn thing to help them out. Ash took up her post, her back to the portal, scanning the area for monster girls, but the real threat – at least for tinies – was standing right there next to her.

Thankfully for the tinies returning to Wolfenhammer after their dives that day, Zella wouldn’t be hungry anymore…