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Making a Giant Pet (comm)
🕑 Added 2024-04-26 01:00:20 +0000 UTCCW: Stuffing, belly-focused WG, super-large tum, belly bed, kidnapping, forced feeding
“Let go of me! Let go! Mom! Dad! Kyle! Anyone! HELP!”
As it turns out, no amount of kicking, screaming, or begging will get you free from a giant’s grasp. As someone currently being carried away from her family’s farm (leaving her poor sheep completely unattended), Lucy found this fact to be terrifying.
Giants are absolutely massive creatures that are few and far between in the world, yet one had just so happened to decide to snatch Lucy up. They were over seventy feet tall and as wide as a river. Lucy, as a five-foot-four-inch tall woman, easily fit in the palm of this particular giant’s hand. If he should so choose, the giant could pop her into his mouth and swallow her whole. Just like that! The thought made Lucy so scared that she couldn’t even think straight! If she had been thinking straight, she’d be wondering where the giant was taking her instead of just eating her on the spot. But nope - it was time to do nothing but panic and scream!
“HEEEEELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! GET THIS GIANT TO LET ME GOOOOO!”
Within twenty seconds, the giant’s prolific steps had carried Lucy out of sight of her family’s farm. In another twenty seconds, they’d come into sight of the closest town to their home - Lucy’s last chance for help! Or, at least, it was, but they never passed close enough for her screaming to be able to reach anyone’s ears. Then, in another twenty seconds… the town was gone.
Lucy curled up in the giant’s hand, sobbing and sniffling. Just what was going to happen to her? Was she going to be cooked? Broiled? Basted and fried? Stuck in a stew? Chopped into a salad? Just what was this giant going to do to her? Oooh, she didn’t want to think about it! She just wanted to go home…
After a few minutes of loud crying, a massive shape began to rise up in Lucy’s blurry vision. She sat up and rubbed the tears from her eyes. It was a mountain - Mount Kalyndaros, the one said to reach the stars. From where Lucy sat, it seemed like it really could be. It dwarfed even the giant carrying her. Speaking of which, he wasn’t going to carry her up the mountain, was he? The top was so high up that it was covered in snow despite it being summer. All Lucy had on was a light, breezy summer dress. She would freeze to death up there!
Luckily for her, she was spared from the cold. The giant instead walked along the foot of the mountain for a ways, his thundering steps echoing off of the massive stone mound, before coming to a huge vertical crack. It looked as if one of the somber gods themselves had cleaved open the side of the mountain! It was a big enough crack that the giant, despite his size, could walk straight inside without issue. Lucy was expecting to be thrown into pitch darkness, which she would likely be stuck in for the rest of her now very short life, but instead… it was bright?
The inside of the crack somehow opened up into an even more spacious area. It was almost as if the entire mountain was hollow! The whole space was lit by a massive golden orb dangling from the ceiling, producing light that felt both warm and a little tingly. It didn’t look like there was a fire in there - was it magic? Lucy had never encountered magic before. Heck, she’d never encountered anything dangerous before apart from the odd thieving coyote or pervert. She’d never gone far from her home except to go to town before, and now here she was, in the depths of a giant’s home being bathed in magical light.
Lucy did also mean home when she said that. Looking around, this wasn’t just a cave - it looked well lived in. There was massive furniture carved from stone and draped in patchwork cloth. It looked like the cloth had been made by stitching together hundreds of shirts, blankets, and furs. A rug made by the same means lay across the floor, though it seemed to be made entirely of furs. Several painted pictures hung on the walls, all depicting a family of four - a mother, a father, a daughter, and a baby. They would look like average family portraits if it weren’t for the fact that they were all dressed like the giant currently carrying Lucy - mostly nude save for woven cloths covering the naughty bits.
There were also a few more cracks in the walls of this cave, likely leading to other similarly homely ‘rooms’. With those in mind, maybe the whole mountain really was completely hollow. Thinking about that would have to wait, though. Lucy was more occupied by where the giant was going right now, which was to a large stone table to the side of the room. On top of it was what appeared to be a cage. A human-sized cage. A metal cage with thin, narrowly spaced bars. A cage with a swinging door that the giant opened and, unceremoniously, tossed Lucy into.
The frazzled woman landed hard on the bottom of the cage. Luckily, her short fall was broken by the abundant layer of furs. Lucy scrambled to her feet and made a mad dash for the door, but the giant had already shut it. She slammed into it, but it didn’t budge. She banged on the bars and yelled for the giant to let her out. Her pleas landed on deaf ears. The giant was just looking down at her, smiling as if he was satisfied with something. Then he just… turned and left.
Lucy spent a while at the door, doing everything she could to try and open it. It had been easy enough for the giant to open, but for little Lucy, it was stuck fast. The bars were just too narrow for her to try and fit through as well. She was a tiny thing, even by human standards. Her family had never been well-off and she was hard-working, so what little food she got to eat would get worked off right away. All that is to say that she didn’t have much of a bust and her hips, while good enough for child-bearing, had never attracted as much attention as those of the barmaids in town. Even with all that, she still couldn’t fit through the bars. She was trapped in here with no hope for escape. With that… Lucy accepted her current predicament. She’d find a way to escape eventually. There would be a chance - there had to be! In the meantime, she might as well get comfortable.
The cage wasn’t half-bad so long as Lucy was fine with never having any privacy. The furs on the floor were fluffy and soft, there was an oversized pail of water in the corner, a few chairs to sit on, a few loose blankets to sleep with, and a patch of hay in the corner. Lucy hoped that that hay wasn’t for what she thought it was for, but… she didn’t see anything resembling an outhouse anywhere… eugh… she really, really hated that she’d have to-
A sudden gurgle interrupted Lucy’s dread. She grimaced and held her stomach. The last harvest hadn’t been particularly great, so her family’s meager food funds had been even smaller lately. There didn’t seem to be any food in the cage anywhere either. The cage made it seem like they wanted to keep her like a dog or cat, so she hoped that they’d remember to feed her…
All this time, a faint rumbling in the distance had told Lucy that the giant had been moving around somewhere else in the cave. The rumbling began to get louder and Lucy turned to look at the doorway the giant had left through earlier. The giant came back, this time accompanied by another one. This one was probably the ‘mom’ in the portraits. At the very least, she was definitely a female giant. She’d heard some of the cruder men describing plentiful cleavage as a ‘canyon’ before, but this giant truly did have a canyon of both cleavage and underboob barely being restrained by a distressed-looking length of cloth. She had other feminine features, like a womanly figure and long hair, but other than that, Lucy couldn’t fully tell the difference between the two giants. They were both equally tall, equally muscular, and equally stony-faced.
The two giants approached the cage. The woman giant knelt down to look at Lucy, making the tiny woman sweat nervously. Then the male giant spoke beside her, “Gr’lyinet? Orinlikot flen gretaty hele plaenstok.”
The woman, still watching Lucy with an inquisitive eye, responded, “Trellain ongri’plaeyn?”
The male giant nodded enthusiastically. “Ioelapn! Kroleost jur’antrest quiolaorl.”
“Hmm…” The female giant straightened back up. “Afteorm greanto li poel mitch’porelt.”
Yup. Lucy had no idea what any of those words meant. All she knew was their voices were deep, booming, and were probably discussing Lucy’s fate. Luckily, it seemed like her role as ‘pet’ had been accepted by the woman giant. She turned and left the room again. The giant looked at Lucy one more time with a now triumphant smile before following once more.
While Lucy was glad she wasn’t about to become dinner, she couldn’t help but whimper. All of this was way too much for her poor brain! And she was still so hungry! How often did giants eat? Was it every day, like humans? Or were they like snakes, only eating once a week? If they were like snakes, Lucy was going to starve to death!
Lucy’s worries were waylaid only a few minutes later. The male giant came back, though he immediately left through the cave’s entrance. Then, shortly after, the woman came back carrying something. Something that, as it got closer, smelled absolutely delicious…
Saliva started to fill Lucy’s mouth as she gripped the cage’s bars. The giant reached the table, then set down… a feast! There had to be at least a dozen roast chickens there! And what was in that barrel? Lucy had no idea, but if it was at least half as good as those chickens smelled, then she was so ready for it!
The female giant opened the cage. Lucy hesitated for only a moment before the aroma from the meat slapped her across the nose again. She quickly scrambled out of the cage and over to the food. Just before setting into it, though, she stopped. She cast a nervous glance up at the giant. She crossed her arms under her chest and nodded. That was permission if Lucy had ever seen it! Without wasting another second, the ravenous woman plopped down next to a steaming chicken, ripped a leg off, and tore into it.
Was it better than the food Lucy has gotten for birthdays in town? No. The chicken was unevenly cooked, unsalted, and alternated between juicy and dry with each bite. Still, though, it was food! Lucy had never gotten so much food at once before! The most she’d ever eaten was on her sixteenth birthday, when there had been a great harvest and her whole family was getting to eat well. She’d gotten to eat three whole shanks of lamb that night! That was nothing compared to THIS, though!
Lucy tore through her first chicken in mere minutes, stripping the cooked bird of all its flesh. Cleaned bones clattered on the stone around her as she ate. Lucy debated sucking the marrow from the bones as well, but she could do that later. The chicken would cool down if she took too long with the marrow! Chicken now, bones later! On to the next bird!
Chicken after chicken fell to Lucy’s greedy gut. She wasn’t hungry anymore. How could she be? She was tiny, thin, and underfed. She;d stopped being hungry halfway through the first chicken. She kept eating because it was in her nature. She’d grown up often feeling hungry after meals, grown up dreaming of eating her weight in beef, grown up drooling over the thought of getting to eat three meals a day. Lucy would never, ever, EVER leave food left over! It was hers! It was all HERS!
It started to get hard to keep eating after her sixth chicken. Lucy groaned as she crawled over to it, her belly dangling beneath her. Yes, her belly. She was stuffed so full of tasty chicken that she had a real, genuine belly now! It stuck out from her slim frame like an egg, tight and warm and full of food! Though, speaking of her belly, it didn’t feel so good anymore. It had been happy all the way through the third chicken, then it had started to rumble and grumble. Now it was starting to hurt. There was still more chicken though. Hang in there, tummy! Lucy didn’t know when she’d get to eat like this again, so she was going to eat as much as she could!
The redhead’s eating started to get messier and messier as she mowed through chickens. She was in a chicken fugue, her brain frazzled by just how full of food she was. With each bite, her belly gurgled and twitched. Her middle was soooo tight! She could poke her belly and her finger would barely go in! She looked and felt pregnant! This much food would have to give her a good chest, right? Or, at least, the start of one. She wished she could eat like this all the time. Being so full felt good… really, really good…
Her eating had been slowing down the whole time, but it reached a crawl by the time she reached the final chicken. She was having trouble convincing her throat to swallow. She was so incredibly stuffed full of meat! Her belly looked like a ball that she’d sewn onto her middle, sticking straight out and pulling at her skin until the light shone off of its smooth surface. It hurt, too. It hurt so badly! Still, though… Lucy didn’t hate the pain. Her brain kept yelling at her to stop eating, that she was too full, that she might pop at any moment, but… there was still… more… chicken…
“Huu-UUUUUUrrrp… ooOOoooh, n-nooo more… chicken… gonna… *HRK* pop…”
Lucy collapsed onto her back, chicken bones clattering about around her. Her belly rose proudly above her, filled to the very brim with food. Her dress barely covered her legs anymore, coming to a stop somewhere above her knees. The glutted woman giggled proudly to herself. She’d done such a good job~. Her belly was so warm and full… and it hurt… it hurt so much. She gingerly rubbed it, relishing in the waves of tension that echoed through her body as she touched her taut skin. She really did wish she could eat like this ever day-
“EEP!” Lucy squeaked as an enormous hand gently scooped her up. She hiccuped and belched as she was rapidly raised up into the sky. Finally, she was at eye-level with the woman giant. Lucy could feel a nervous sweat running down her belly as the giant inspected her closely. Then there was what sounded like a decisive grunt. What was that about? Wait- was Lucy not a pet? Was she… food? Were they having her stuff herself so that she’d taste better? Oh gods, she’d fallen for it! How could she have let herself eat so much! As if any normal meal was that big! She was so stupid-
Lucy’s fearful thoughts were cut short as the giant shifted her hand, getting a soft but firm grip on her upper body and pinning her arms to her side. She didn’t get long to process this, however, as shortly after the spout to the barrel that she’d entirely forgotten about was pressed firmly to her lips. The small human could barely yelp before her mouth was filled with the familiar rich taste of cow’s milk. She normally loved milk as it was one of the few things she could enjoy in abundance at home, but she was too full and too freaked out right now to want any - let alone an entire barrel’s worth!
No amount of squirming could free Lucy. She couldn’t get away! The giant was pressing the barrel harder against her mouth with each passing second she didn’t drink. It hurt! Her jaw felt like it was going to snap off and her neck ws stretching! Sh-She had to start drinking! If she didn’t, her head was going to get crushed!
Despite her belly’s wailing, Lucy started to chug. The lukewarm milk felt cool on her throat after all the hot chicken, and it tasted great, but that was where the positives ended. Her belly was already so tightly packed full of meat that every gulp of milk made it feel like her belly was going to split open. She was so tight! So very, very tight! Cramps and aches and pain were ricocheting all around her insides. Her body was trembling, her chest hurt. And still the giant pressed the barrel to her lips, forcing her to drink. Was she ever going to stop?
Lucy was truly reaching her limit. She could barely breathe! Her belly was so full that it was taking all the space for her lungs! Her skin felt like it was stretching! Her throat hurt from all the swallowing! Her belly- oh, her belly! I-It couldn’t take much more! She was so full! She was so tight!
Just how big had she gotten? Just how much had she drunk? Did it matter? She was about to- t-to pop! She was gonna explode! Her belly- ooooh, her belly- oh gods, so tight! So- so- AH! TOO- AAAAAAAAAH!
The torrent of milk stopped. The giant pulled the barrel away and leaned in close again, inspecting Lucy. Lucy had no thoughts on the matter. She had no thoughts on anything. Her brain was empty apart from desperate pleas for her belly to hold it together. Her poor, poor belly…
The giant gave a seemingly satisfied grunt. Lucy began rushing through the air again, which made a cool, refreshing breeze against the bottom of her blazing belly - her dress had risen up so much that it couldn’t cover her entire stomach anymore. She was gently deposited in the cage, the door was shut. The cage rumbled as the giant left, and then… it was quiet. Peaceful and quiet.
*RRRrrRg GrrRrrgl OoouuuRrrRrrr RrrrrOOOuuuRrrrrgg*
Well… as quiet as it could get with how noisy her belly was, anyways. The redhead tiredly pulled off her dress and looked down at her body. Ooooh, she was so big… Her belly towered above her, covered in sweat. It was tinted red and visibly trembled from her insides churning away, trying desperately to process so much meat and milk.
A noisy belch filled the air as the dark haze of sleep started to overtake Lucy’s mind. She hurt so badly, but all that chicken… was making her so… so sleepy… she hoped that… she would still be full… when she woke up… so she could… enjoy it… just a little… more…
Zzzzzz….
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You’d think it would be difficult to count the number of days you’d been locked in a cage in a cave, but thanks to the massive gaping crack that led to freedom staring Lucy in the eyes every single day, she could keep track of how long she’d been kept as a pet. According to the scratch marks she’d made on her counting bar with a spare piece of bone, she’d been locked up for… eight days.
During those eight days, Lucy had learned a number of things. For starters, there really was a family of flour giants living in this cave. A father giant, a mother giant, a daughter giant, and a baby giant.
The father giant, other than bringing her here, paid very little attention to her. The only time he ever acknowledged her presence was when he (visibly begrudgingly) cleaned out her waste corner (Lucy was still mortified by that corner, but… a girl had to do what she had to do).
The mother giant, similarly, paid little attention to Lucy. The exception was that she was the one to feed Lucy, which she did with… enthusiasm. More on that later.
The daughter giant was, in all likelihood, the reason that Lucy had been taken in the first place. She loved Lucy. She’d sit by the cage and watch Lucy for hours, making the tiny woman feel even smaller. She’d take Lucy out of the cage and play with her like a doll, often getting scathing-sounding remarks from her mother if she got too rough (which Lucy appreciated - a LOT). She’d play dress-up with Lucy, play tea-party with Lucy, play house with Lucy. The more time that passed, the less Lucy felt like a pet and the more she felt like… well, a doll.
Lucy had very little interaction with the baby. Unlike human babies, giant babies are apparently allowed to just crawl around unsupervised wherever they want. With Lucy being up on a table and the baby being on the floor most of the time, she often could only tell that the baby was nearby by its unintelligible babbling and the shuffling of soft limbs on stone.
Then there was the newest addition to the family; Lucy herself. A few changes had taken place in the last week since Lucy had been captured. For one, her fear was mostly gone. She’d been well and truly terrified that they were planning to stuff her and eat her at first, but after that first tea party with the daughter, it became pretty clear that she wasn’t on the menu. She was able to sleep a lot better at night thanks to that revelation. The second thing to change, though, gave her anything but peace of mind. That change was to her waistline.
That first hugely oversized meal had just been the first omen of things to come. Every meal she’d been given so far had been about that size. At first, Lucy was thrilled. She’d never gotten to indulge in food before, so she loved the new feelings of being so full she couldn’t even stand and slipping into food comas. After her sixth feast-sized meal in three days, though, the novelty had worn off. Lucy still enjoyed being overstuffed (to a worrying degree, honestly), but she couldn’t ignore certain things anymore.
The food truly was bad in every way apart from quantity. She had started to dream of her mother’s home-made bread, even if she only got to eat a small chunk at a time. She couldn’t just not eat everything, though. Mom giant made sure of that. She kept a watchful eye on Lucy during every meal and made sure she ate everything. Heck, sometimes she would repeat what she did on the first day and ‘encourage’ Lucy to drink a half-barrel of milk. Of course, taste aside, all that food and milk had resulted in… well…
Lucy had always dreamed of becoming a busty beauty that turned the eyes of every man and woman she passed. She’d always thought that, if she could just put on some weight, her curves would fill out and she’d turn into the coveted goddess of her small town. As it turns out, life is cruel and unfair and mean and rude, because… because…
Everything Lucy ate turned into belly fat. Every day, she woke up with a belly still swollen from yesterday’s meals, but it was just a little bit bigger - and a little bit softer. She didn’t have much to do every day between eating, sleeping, and getting played with by daughter giant, so Lucy had plenty of time to explore her changing body - and boy was it changing.
Lucy’s body had started off so thin that her ribcage was just barely visible with the smallest bit of muscle definition from her labor on the farm. Now, though, her ribs and muscles were entirely hidden by a solid pouch of flubber. Her chest had remained the same size, as had her butt, thighs, arms, and face. Only her middle had gained any weight at all. It wasn’t droopy, motherly fat either. It was a tight, compact chub that stuck straight out in front of her, stretching her patchwork shirt. One could mistake her belly for being several months pregnant if not for how soft it was and her deep belly button.
This couldn’t go on. Lucy couldn’t stand gaining weight like this! It was one thing to look motherly or to have a hot body (or both) - it was something else entirely to have a giant ball of chub stretching out her skin! She had to get out of here. Luckily, thanks to a couple more things she learned, she might just be able to get out today!
Every day, the father and daughter giant would leave the cave early in the morning for some reason. The mother giant would spend that time in the kitchen, likely making Lucy the food that she’d soon be stuffed with. This was the perfect time to enact her plan since it was the only time of the day that Lucy would be unstuffed and able to properly move.
So Lucy waited, as the sun’s morning light peeked into the cave, until father and daughter left the cave and mother had disappeared into the kitchen. Then Lucy quickly made her way to the back of her cage, next to her water pail. She took a few hearty gulps from it since she didn’t know when she’d next get water, then moved it aside so she could reach a spot in the cage where the bars were slightly bent juuuuust enough so that a small, thin woman could slip her way out.
Except… ugh, the bars were… so tight…! They hadn’t been this tight yesterday when she’d first found this gap! Jeez, had she gained that much belly fat since yesterday? Still, it was doable! She just had to suck in… and… squeeeeeeze…!
*POP!*
Lucy went tumbling forward head over butt on the stone table. It took her a few seconds to gather her bearings, but then… she was free! She giggled giddily as she ran across the table… or, rather, waddled. Her belly was getting too heavy to move anywhere quickly. She was glad she’d found that gap in the bars before she’d gotten too big to fit through them in the first place.
She made her way over to behind her cage, where she’d stashed a long length of cloth she’d made out of the flooring of her cage. It had taken all night and most of the flooring, but it would hopefully be long enough to get her down to the cave floor! She picked it up and waddle-ran to the front of her cage, where she tied the cloth to the cage’s bar and went to the edge of the table. She peered over the edge and let out a heavy gulp. She, uh… certainly was up high, wasn’t she…?
Still, she couldn’t back down now. She was so close to freedom! She just needed to make it down this cloth, make the trip to the cave’s exit, and she could slip into the surrounding woods and escape! With her family’s farm firm in her mind, Lucy sat down on the table’s edge, grabbed the cloth with both hands, steeled her nerves, and… pushed herself off the table.
Somehow, this descent was even more terrifying than getting kidnapped by a giant or thinking she was going to get stuffed and eaten like a turkey. Lucy’s body felt twenty times heavier than usual, likely thanks to the presence of her fat-bloated belly. She kept a death-grip on the cloth as she slowly let herself slide down, careful to mind the knots in between sheets and clothes. She kept a slow pace, even as her arms began to burn and her head started to feel dizzy. She was getting close to the ground! Just a little bit further! Just a little bit…!
YES! Lucy was on the ground! She was touching sweet, sweet stone! She’d never been so happy to have her feet on solid ground before! She started to do a little dance, fueled by adrenaline and euphoria, when a loud noise startled her out of her rash celebration.
“A-bahba-bah?”
… The baby. Lucy had forgotten about the baby. Crap.
She whipped around to see the largest baby the world had ever seen. Even on its arms and knees, the baby was easily twice Lucy’s height. It had a tendril of drool dangling out of its mouth, a single tooth in its baby grin, and a greedy look in its eyes as it stared at Lucy.
Then… it started to crawl.
Lucy cried out in panic and started to bolt for the cave’s exit, which was luckily in the opposite direction from the baby. Over the pounding of her heart in her ears, Lucy could hear the baby’s chubby limbs plapping against stone as it chased her. Lucy wasn’t waddling this time, though - she was in a dead-on sprint. She knew that if that baby caught her, it was all over. She was gonna be baby chow, gummed up and eaten without a single hint of remorse. It was do or die time, and Lucy wasn’t planning on dying!
The world’s least exciting chase went on what felt like forever. The cave’s exit was a lot further away than it had looked from Lucy’s cave. The redhead was panting hard as she ran, her belly jiggling and bouncing fiercely with each heavy step she took. She’d been able to run forever without getting tired before all this - had getting so much belly fat really slowed her down this much?
She- she couldn’t keep going! Her legs were getting heavier, her breaths were getting shallow. Her head was swimming. She couldn’t breathe! Lucy just… couldn’t… keep… running… After all this, she’d only made it halfway to the exit. Even as she heard the baby giggling as it got closer, she just… couldn’t…
“Oharnue! Misklonther!”
Lucy had never been more happy to hear the voice of a giant in her life. The baby stopped giggling as the ground rumbled underneath Lucy. Then a now-familiar warm hand scooped her up off of the floor. She flopped over on the hand, belly-up and heaving for breath. The mother giant scowled down at her, clearly unhappy that she’d managed to escape. Then she took Lucy back over to the cage in just a few steps, undoing all her progress. She tore the cloth rope from the cage’s bar, threw Lucy and it back into the cage, and shut the door.
Ok, so today hadn’t worked out. That was fine though! Mother giant hadn’t bothered to find out how Lucy had gotten out in the first place, so she could try again tomorrow. Heck, she’d even gotten her escape rope back! She just had to make it through today, and then tomorrow… tomorrow, she’d be free!
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She couldn’t fit anymore. She couldn’t fit through the gap anymore. Lucy… Lucy was too fat to fit. Yesterday’s two meals had added just enough inches to Lucy’s waist to make escape impossible.
She’d tried. She’d sucked in, wriggled, pushed, pulled - she’d done everything she possibly could to try and wedge her gut through those bars so she could escape. She just couldn’t fit anymore. SHe’d get wedged tight halfway through every time, eventually giving up and pushing herself back into the cage to avoid getting stuck completely.
Turns out, she’d discovered this gap too late after all. She’d only had one chance to escape and she’d blown it. It was over. It was all… over.
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Eighteen days. Lucy had been trapped as a giant family’s pet for eighteen days.
Today, daughter giant was having a tea party with Lucy as the guest of honor. She had a bunch of stone chairs and a table that were oversized for Lucy but play-sized for the daughter, a bunch of human-sized straw dolls of various animals (that were, admittedly, very cute), and had dressed Lucy up in a long, pretty dress that looked like something a wealthy merchant’s daughter would wear. Though, it didn’t fit particularly well on Lucy anymore, especially compared to the first time daughter giant had put it on her a week ago…
Lucy’s belly had continued to balloon with each passing day. She’d noted that her chest had grown a tiny bit, and her butt just a bit more than that, but other than that, all her weight had continued to pile up on her middle alone. This had resulted in her looking permanently stuffed all the time. Her massive, round belly, even while empty, looked as if she’d eaten that twelve-chicken meal from her first day as a pet. It even looked just as tight, though a quick squeeze of her tum would reveal that it was as soft and pillowy as a barmaid’s thighs.
Also, with all the time Lucy had alone with her thoughts recently, she’d discovered that she found herself missing and thinking about her town’s barmaids far more than any singular boy, even the ones that had bothered to flirt with her from time to time. She also realized that she’d always thought more about them. She might not just be feeling jealousy for them after all…
“Reticcaurt, alw’tquall?”
Oh, right. The tea party. That was something Lucy was involved in. She’d gotten used to just zoning out while the daughter was playing with her, but today was a little different. This time, the tea party had snacks. Snacks that Lucy had to eat.
Although, truth be told, the snacks were… good. Really good. Exceptionally good, actually. It might have something to do with the fact that they were giant-sized, not human sized. The cookie she was eating went up to her ankles and was as wide as her arms! It must have needed a whole bushel of wheat and a barrel of sugar to make, but by the gods was it tasty - especially compared to the ill-made human-sized food Lucy had been forced to eat until now! She was trying to resist eating too much, hoping that the daughter wouldn’t make her clean her plate like mother giant did, but… the cookie was just… so… tempting…
As daughter giant’s make-believe tea party progressed, Lucy found herself taking more frequent bites out of her oversized. The daughter clearly enjoyed that she was eating, as she would clap and laugh whenever she caught Lucy with her mouth full. Well, if it made Lucy’s primary reason for being kept alive happy, then… why not indulge?
The cookie started to vanish into Lucy’s already gravid gut at a rapid pace as she lost all will to resist snacking. She already had a solid amount of food in her from that morning’s breakfast, but Lucy had found herself starting to get hungry a few hours after breakfast despite how large they always were. That shouldn’t have been possible, but hey - her body knew best. Probably. Either that or she was subconsciously trying to eat until she exploded so she could get some form of ‘escape’, but that thought was very morbid and Lucy didn’t like to think about it. So instead, she ate the cookie.
Before long, her belly went from feeling full to feeling tight. That feeling hadn’t stopped Lucy in weeks, though. She just kept eating, intent on enjoying this tasty treat as much as she could. She could feel the dress starting to tighten around her growing middle, slipping up her backside whenever she shifted in her seat and gradually exposing more and more of her thighs and butt to the cold stone chair beneath her. At least Lucy didn’t have to worry about any chairs here breaking underneath her growing size, as crazy as that thought was…
Before she knew it, Lucy had finished off the cookie. She blinked at the empty spot it had been. Only a few crumbs remained. She absently licked her hands clean and patted her gut, which still felt soft somehow. If she pressed her fingers into it, she could feel the rock-solid, compressed orb of food underneath, but there was still a generous layer of chub encasing all that food.
Lucy started for a moment as the giant daughter lifted her up. The daughter frowned as she did. She set Lucy standing up on the table, then pinched the bottom of her dress and pulled. Lucy staggered, doing her best to remain standing even as the shoulder straps of the dress dug into her and her knees tried to buckle. It wasn’t until after daughter giant let go, the dress shot back up, and Lucy once again felt the chilly cave air on her butt that she realized what was wrong.
The daughter’s ‘doll’ clothes no longer fit her ‘doll’. The dress that had formerly gone all the way down to Lucy’s calves now didn’t even cover her butt, with the bottom of her belly exposed to the world. She was wearing a glorified maternity blouse with no skirt, except she looked like she was having triplets.
The daughter tried again to force the dress down Lucy's body, only for it to again shoot back up to expose Lucy’s panties. She frowned and tried again. Then she made an irritated sound and tried again. Lucy was starting to sweat. The giant daughter hadn’t seemed like a brat so far, but she had been rough with Lucy at the start. If she got angry that her ‘doll’ was ‘broken’, she wasn’t the type to get mad, throw it, and demand a new one… right?
Luckily for Lucy, the worst didn’t come to pass. The daughter gave up after a few more hard tugs, then started to pick out new clothes for Lucy. She tried a few different types, most of which failed to cover Lucy’s belly at all, before settling on leaving Lucy with no pants and a shirt that basically only covered her meager chest. Then she sat Lucy back down on the table and… poked her belly. SHe did it ahrd at first, almost making Lucy ralph. The daughter flinched at Lucy’s retching. Then, after the small redhead had settled down, she poked it again - softer this time. She started to rub it, like one would a dog’s belly.
Lucy had no idea why the daughter giant was doing this, but she had to say… that felt good~. Was this why dogs would roll over and expose their bellies? Did all belly rubs feel this good? She leaned back on her hands, legs spread out to the sides to allow her gut space in front of her, and groaned softly. She felt like a princess getting pampered like this. Weirdly enough, though, she wondered if this would feel even better if she was fuller…
As if the giant could read her mind, another cookie was pushed towards Lucy. There was no way Lucy could fit another whole giant cookie inside of her, but a little bit wouldn’t hurt… right?
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After twenty-seven days as a pet for giants, Lucy could officially say that she was both in love with the lifestyle and completely sick of it. The turmoil inside of her was making it hard for her to sleep at night, leading to her napping frequently during the day. She’d often napped after meals back home because she’d heard a rumor in town that sleeping right after eating was good for gaining weight. She still wasn’t sure of that rumor thanks to how much weight she was gaining regardless of sleep, but it certainly wasn’t helping.
Her belly had swelled to an absurd degree thanks to the usual two feasts a day plus the daughter giant’s new interest in feeding Lucy sweets. She’d set Lucy down on a giant plate of massive cookies during teatime and just giggle while Lucy tore into them, then give the glutted woman belly rubs when she physically couldn’t fit anymore inside of her. Even on days without tea parties, the daughter would slip small candies into Lucy’s cage. Well, small for a giant - they were still as big as Lucy’s head and filled her belly right up in between meals.
Thanks to the daughter’s poor pet ownership and Lucy’s nonexistent self-control, Lucy’s weight gain had exploded. It was to the point that Lucy was starting to have trouble moving at all. Her gut still stuck out in front of her and appeared tight as a drum, but the sheer weight was starting to betray appearances. Her belly sagged downwards whenever Lucy stood up, making her arch her back and take a wide stance just to counterbalance the absurd amount of weight pulling her forward. The sagging had made a few fat folds appear along Lucy’s waist since her belly no longer stuck out perfectly straight. Yet, somehow, her chest had only just now become something decent to look at and her butt had the beginnings of becoming grabbable. At this point, she was thankful for that fact. If her chest had grown at the same rate as her belly, Lucy likely wouldn’t be able to see anymore thanks to her boobs being pushed up into her face by her gut alone. Having a butt that size might not be the worst, though. Softer padding to sit on and something to counter the weight on her front… yeah, that wouldn’t be bad at all…
Lucy’s struggle with her weight clearly wasn’t reaching the giants, though. The father and baby made sense since she never interacted with the father, and the baby… well, Lucy would be happy to never see the baby again. The daughter seemed to have some weird fascination with her belly, which was a little strange but at least made Lucy feel secure in her position as house pet. The mother seemed like the most likely to care, but if anything, she’d just gotten more insistent on making sure Lucy was well-fed. She’d even started insisting that Lucy drank that half-barrel of milk with every meal instead of just sometimes. Lucy’s old fear that she was being plumped up to be eaten kept creeping back up every time mother giant held that barrel to her lips and made her chug. She couldn’t think of any other reason why they thought she needed to eat so much!
Well… it’s not that Lucy wasn’t enjoying any of this. As she said earlier, she couldn’t help but love parts of it. While her growing immobility terrified her, it was also strangely enticing. The idea that she’d eaten so much, gotten so swollen from food and sweets and milk, that she couldn’t even walk anymore, trapped by her own stomach… it shouldn’t sound hot to her, but it just was! And that’s to say nothing about how the meals themselves made her feel! With each passing feast, she could feel her desire to be stuffed to the brim grow more and more. Feeling her butterball of a gut change from a soft pliable mound to a rock-hard boulder, the sheen on her belly getting brighter as her skin grew taut, the pressure inside her mounting as far too much food was forced inside of her - lords, it was just too much!
Ah, speaking of which, she could hear mother giant approaching with her dinner. Her cooking hadn’t improved at all, but Lucy would satisfy her tastebuds with sweets later. Meals were all about gilling up as much as she could! Hehehe…
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Lucy had lost track of the days shortly after a month. She’d simply stopped caring. She didn’t expect help to ever arrive to free her, and she likely would never be released. Why bother tracking the days when it was just making you anxious? It was a whole load off of Lucy’s mind, that was for sure.
The daughter giant had taken Lucy to her room to play again today. She’d pulled a massive dress over Lucy’s head (which barely managed to drape her gargantuan gut), but that was where the familiar play ended because spread across the floor of her room was a wide variety of junk. Giant stones, toys made of walls and trees, metal slabs, and even entire sheds and small buildings had been scattered seemingly haphazardly across the floor.
Lucy was curious about what all this was. The giant daughter gently set Lucy down inside the collection of junk. The tiny woman looked around. The junk formed a solid wall all around her save for one direction. Was it a path, of sorts? Was this some new way to play house? Lucy had no clue. Still, it was clear from the giant daughter’s expectant eyes that she expected Lucy to do something, so… she started walking down the path.
Ironically, Lucy’s body had started a strange kind of war of attrition within her. She’d fully expected to be immobile by now, but ironically, her legs had started to beef up with muscle from the sheer effort it took to stand or move anywhere. The copious amount of meat was likely helping build those muscles as well. It wasn’t easy to move now, of course - it was just… possible. Exhausting, but possible.
Lucy lugged herself down the makeway path, carrying her belly with both arms. As expected, it had continued to take the brunt of Lucy’s feasting, continuing to swell out and out every time she gorged herself. It had even begun growing to the sides instead of straight out, giving her the impression of hiding a large ball under her shirt. In some ways, it was a ball - a giant ball of plush, fluffy belly. With it being so large and heavy, Lucy had found it easier to get her arms involved whenever she moved. It didn’t help much, but it did stop her from occasionally falling over whenever her belly wobbled the wrong way and knocked her off-balance.
After a couple minutes of walking, Lucy reached a fork in the path. She stopped and looked between the two different ways she could go. They both went on for a while before turning, though the left path was significantly shorter than the right. Maybe she should pick the left then-
Ooooh, what was that? A delicious scent had just met Lucy’s nose, cutting off all rational thought about with path to take. That wasn’t the smell of cookies - that was the smell of pie! Apple pie! Lords above, if it was a giant pie, just how many bushels of apples had gone into making it? Lucy couldn’t stop drooling at the thought. She needed to get to that pie! Where was the smell coming from? Right? Left? Right!
The former farmhand started thundering down the right path, ignoring how quickly she was burning through her stamina. She made it all the way to the end, turned left, and… PIE! It was only a small portion of a slice (small for a giant - the chunk was the size of several human-sized pies), but still, PIE! Lucy made a beeline straight for the pie, wasting no time tearing into it. Oh no - it was even better than the cookies!
Despite the large volume of pie, Lucy sucked it down in just a couple of minutes. Then she patted her belly with a contented sigh. She was pleasantly overfull with a nice, warm meal. All that movement had worn her out. She could easily fall asleep like this-
Wait. Why did she still smell pie? Lucy sniffed the air, looking around. There were two more paths leading out of this pie enclosure - and one of them carried the scent of pie! Lucy hauled herself back up onto her feet, stumbling a little from the extra weight she’d just added, and booked it down the pie-scented path. Extra pie, here comes Lucy!
The bloated redhead still didn’t understand the point of making Lucy do this, but hey - if it meant pie that was THIS good, who cares! She easily made all the right turns to arrive at another, slightly bigger hunk of pie. She slurped this down in record time as well, then continued down another path towards the smell of yet more pie. Path after path, fork after fork, pie after pie, Lucy kept going, ever hungry for more sweets.
The time between tastes of succulent pie was growing larger with each stop she made, however. While Lucy’s legs had grown sturdier, they couldn't support her forever, and she found herself needing to take breaks to rest. This only increased as she slowly filled her already weighty middle with more and more sweet apple filling. As her stomach filled up, it became even rounder, drooped down even further, and became even harder for her to hold in her arms. Her rapid movement at first was replaced by a speedy walk, then a determined stroll, then a dedicated plod, until she reached the desperate waddle she had now.
“C-C’mon…” Lucy panted, urging her burning legs to carry her just a little bit longer. “You can do this… just one more… piece of… pie…”
Lifting her belly wasn’t just helping anymore; it was a requirement. She’d become so full and heavy that, if she didn’t support her front with her arms, she couldn’t move. The massive boulder that was her belly wouldn’t leave the ground just by standing up anymore. Her belly was tight and full and boiling hot between all the movement and digestion, but she still wanted more… always more…
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lucy made it. She rounded another corner and her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. There it was! Not only was there pie - it was the rest of the whole slice! A massive, oversized slice that, had it been whole, probably would have been the size of the cart she used to drive to the market! All HERS!
Lucy waddled over to the pie as fast as she could, then let her belly thump to the ground so that she could start shoveling in her sweet reward. Ugh, it was just as tasty as the rest! Lucy couldn’t stop! She needed this inside of her IMMEDIATELY!
Lucy’s gluttonous eating had a dire impact on her body. Her belly slowly began to fill out the space beneath her, more and more of the apex of her gut touching the stone floor beneath her. Her dress had long since lost the right to be a dress, having slipped up above her navel two pie chunks ago. Now it fell loosely over the top of her taut belly, acting more like a brazier than anything else.
Lucy would devour all the pie she could reach in one spot, then drag her gut over somewhere nearby to eat even more. Finally, she reached the crust of the pie, where she could reach more of the unending treat than anywhere else. It wasn’t long after she started eating here that her belly stopped filling out to the sides and started rounding out all over instead. As it pushed out, it started to push Lucy away from the pie. That was totally unacceptable! Lucy might feel fit to pop, but there was more pie! It was hers! HERS! She struggled to reach over her belly before managing to roll it forward slightly, standing on her tip-toes to reach over it. Then, after a few more minutes of reckless eating, she pushed herself up entirely onto her stomach so that her feet couldn’t reach the ground anymore at all.
A giddy haze filled Lucy’s mind when she realized that she was so big that she couldn’t even reach the floor anymore. She giggled and laughed even as she crammed as much pie as possible into her mouth. So BIG! Laying on top of her belly put so much painful pressure on it, but that wouldn’t stop her! Even though she felt like she’d explode with each bite, like she’d lose her balance on top of this smooth orb of a gut and fall over - she still kept on eating! Bigger! Tighter! MORE!
Then… there was no more pie. No, there was - Lucy just couldn’t reach it. In fact, she could barely move at all. She hiccuped and moaned, legs feebly kicking against her taut gut and her arms staring for pie that was just out of reach. “N-Not… f-*HuuOOOrrrp fair…” She whined, even though she felt sick to her stomach (which was easy given the size of it). “I c-can’t… finish… it-HIC-uuuUUUuuooorrr*”
Shortly after, with Lucy still weakly trying to pop herself with the last of the pie, a massive hand gently slid under Lucy’s rock-solid gut and picked her up with ease. The sudden movement started a series of cavernous growls and gurgles echoing inside of Lucy’s cavernous gut. All she could do was rub what little of her belly she could reach and moan indignantly. “Ooooh, p-please hold… my poor belly… ooooh *HUURP*”
Lucy couldn’t tell which giant had picked her up. She just knew that, before she knew it, she was being placed oh-so gently back in her cage. Her stomach continued to make nightmarish noises, but despite the fear of bursting and the severe pressure, Lucy found herself starting to pass out. All that sugar and exercise was really… bringing her down…
She hoped that… she could do this… again… sometime…
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Lucy could never do that fun trip through those many pathways again. After all, it would be hard to do those when she couldn’t walk at all.
A few days after the pie incident, Lucy had woken up to find that, even while fully empty, her belly would reach the floor. She started needing to pick up her belly whenever she wanted to move, period. It was unbelievable to her that, no matter how big she got, her stomach managed to still look tight as if she was just stuffed, with only the drooping and it being soft to the touch giving away that it was flab and not fat filling her bubblegut.
Then, maybe a week after that discovery, Lucy could lay on top of her belly when she was completely empty. It was the softest, plushest bed she had ever lain on, and it sent tingles down her spine to think that she was just that big. Needless to say, she couldn’t walk anymore. All her attempts to move ended with her dragging her orb of a belly across the floor, which… wasn’t pleasant, to put it lightly.
Now it was night a few days after Lucy’s first day of having a wonderful belly bed. She was packed to the brim with mother giant’s ‘meh’ food, as well as a generous amount of a cookie that daughter giant had given her for dessert. Lucy had even drunk the entire barrel of milk today, which was a first. She belched and grinned loopily, giving her belly a few playful slaps. It bounced and wobbled underneath her, rippling from the sheer quantity of milk drowning all of the food. When she was packed to the brim like this, her belly lifted her several inches higher than her usual height, making Lucy feel like she’d grown taller instead of wider.
If Lucy had interest in returning home (which, at this point, she’d mostly forgotten about), she could do so with pride since she finally had a respectable figure… minus her belly, at least. She had actual boobs, which rested on her belly in front of her and made excellent pillows when she slept. She had an actual ass, which often felt breezy since most coverings couldn’t cover her cheeks anymore thanks to her belly. Neither of them were massive, mind - compared to the barmaids back in town, Lucy would just be average, if not still a little small. Still, she had a FIGURE!
The glutted woman giggled to herself as she happily caressed her belly. Still, even given the option to go back while retaining her new assets, she didn’t think she would. She just loved having this giant, lovable belly too much~. She loved stuffing herself every single day. She loved getting fed, getting pampered, getting clothed. She didn’t have to work, didn’t have to clean, didn’t have to worry. All she had to do was eat, sleep, and eat some more!
This truly was paradise! Lucy couldn’t believe she’d ever wanted to escape! She wondered how big she’d be in another month? In a year? In two years? She couldn’t wait to find out!
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I LIVE! To be honest, this one's actually been done for about a week now, but, uh... I just kept procrastinating on posting it. Sorry about that!
Big thanks to my commissioners for being so patient, btw~. Everyone's been so patient with me and it's helping my mental so much!
If it pleases the court, I actually have another comm done as well! I'll wait a few days to post it to spread out my uploads. After that, I belieeeeeeve I have two more comms left to finish, and then... my debts will have been paid and your regularly scheduled inane tum content can resume!
By that, I mean that I've been refreshing my brain by writing non-comm content and now I actually have a small backlog that I can work through once I'm done with comms. So look forward to that, lol.
