Mason and the Giant
By: ElevenGrainBread

After soccer practice Mason decided to take a run along the path near the soccer field. the other players left earlier but he decided to excercise more for the game the next day. A lot was expected of him and he knew he needed to clear his mind. he ran along the familiar path picking up speed and saw in the distance a grouping of trees he never ventured to run in before. as the forest got closer he decided to go off the path and enter. "what harm could it do to try something new he thought" as he passed the first tree and heard the quaking sound of the leaves around him.

"Waaaaarrrrrgh!" the giant moans, yawning and stretching expansively above the treetops. The ground shakes as he thuds ponderously into the clearing, trying to remember where the blasted stream is. "Ugh. It feels like a family of owls nested in my mouth while I was asleep," he says. Small pebbles tremble and dance as he moves onward, into the clearing, toward where he thinks the stream is. "Ah! There it is!" he thinks as he catches sight of the smooth ribbon of cool water. With more great thumping, he strolls over and stops in front of the babbling brook. Crouching down, he wets his hands and washes them in the flowing water. He then cups them, and lifts them, dripping, to his tree-trunk lips, and he greedily drinks the water down. He does this several more times, until satisfied. "Ah, refreshing!" Smiling to himself, he inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the sweet forest air. He pauses abruptly, and sniffs again; there is something different to the air. He inhales again, taking in the scent. A wide smile crosses his face. "Hmmm... smells like breakfast." He crouches down near the stream, lower than the trees-- though someone of his stature is rather difficult to hide in earnest.

Mason runs between the thin tree trunks and jumps nimbly over the thickets imagining each trunk and thicket an opposing team member to dodge in the next days game.. "this is great practice for me. i wonder why i never thought to train in the forest before. and it is so peaceful and relaxing" He runs and jumps deeper into the forest reaching a point where there is a bit of a clearing and to his delight a brook! Perfect timing he thought as he cups his hands to quench the thirst he spent all morning developing.

The giant blinks, and stifles a chuckle. It would seem he is not the only one at the stream today. Through the trees, he can make out the form of what seems to be a young male. A human from the looks of it. "Well well", he thinks, "Haven't seen one of those in a while..." As quietly as possible for one his size, he leans over the tiny human, his huge head, throwing even more shade over him. As friendly and jovial as possible, he says: "Why, hello there."

"AHHHH!!!" he shouted as he turned around and noticed that there was in fact a giant standing directly in front of him. He stood in shock and disbelief as the words "uh, hi" muttered from his trembling lips. Discretely he looked from side to side to quickly map out an escape route, but the overwhelming sense of paralysis was overcoming his sense of flight. he thought to himself Am I dreaming? he tried to feel his feet touching the ground just to make sure he was awake. As he did so he noticed a 5 foot wide grin form on what looked like the mouth of a giant.

The giant blushes furiously, turning beet-red. Moving his head back a bit, to seem less daunting, he says: "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Though he really knew there wasn't any way to go about it without startling the human. "It's alright, I won't hurt you." This is true; though there is a bit more to it than that. "Odd that you've ended up here..."

"I have never been this way before" he says still with trembling lips " I don't think I belong here so I really think I should be going home." Noticing the giant moving a bit closer he slowly backs up and can feel the cool water of the brook making his cletes wet. hoping the giant will advise he asks " what direction will take me back to the path?

The giant scratches his chin thoughtfully. With a deep sigh, he says: "I'm sorry, but there's no path around here. Just lots and lots of trees. And squirrels, lots of squirrels..." he trails off, as if he doesn't really like them much. He raises an eyebrow. "You know, they always seem to show up here by some means like that. A trail, a road, or a gate. Never do figure out a way back, though." He shrugs. "Sorry I can't help you."

Feeling a bit more bold, he states " Well I know i came from that direction" his right hand pointing in the opposite direction of the giant's mass which by now was shading the sun from him completely. "So I guess I will just head back that way. " He looks at the giant and notice that his _expression was a bit different. feeling uncomfortable he says "Thank you for all you help and kindness. Perhaps we will meet again"

The giant smiles, chuckling. "I'm sure we will," he says, shaking his head. He always does end up meeting them again, shortly after they get terribly lost. It just doesn't seem to be the nature of this place to ever let them go home. They always give up, and end up, well... food. "It's a shame the only things around here to eat are people," he thinks. "But... you've got to eat."

Mason smiles back holding back the uncontrollable urge to run faster than he ever has before. He turns to the right and starts to walk away. With in seconds his walk becomes a sprint.

The giant chuckles as the young man begins to run off. "Yep, most of them do that too..." He waits patiently, planning to follow if his... acquaintance goes too far. It's not as if he can get away, really; despite his human appearance, the giant's sense of smell is more akin to that of a wolf. Sooner or later, the human would stop. The giant can wait; he doesn't need to feed all that often.

He nervously dodges tree after tree jumping over the thickets in between. he tries to pick up speed but it seems that no matter how fast he runs, he gets more lost. The forest becomes darker and more unfamiliar. He feels a sense of relief as the bubbling sound of the brook diminishes, but then he realizes despite getting away from the giant he is tired and still lost. He spots a fallen log and decides to hide until he can catch his breath and his bearings.

"Hello again," a familiar voice booms from above. "I told you this place wouldn't let you leave," he says. He had been following the him the whole time, keeping just out of viewing and hearing range. Now that he has stopped, it seems as good a time as any to get down to business. "You're stuck here, and you're not going to get home. There's no civilization, no food, no people--except me--and a whole lot of nothing else." He does not yet give away his true intentions, however.

Startled by the giant's deep voice which he could nearly feel through his bones. Mason leaps up like a rabbit away from the log. He lands on his feet but is cornered by three immense oak trees behind him and the giant in front of him. Not knowing what to do he decides to make a bit of idle conversation in order to develop a new escape plan "What do you mean i am stuck here. No one has ever made it back home" he says

The giant laughs, a sound much like the beating of a large drum. "This place isn't quite... it's hard to explain..." he says, frowning. "It's real, but at the same time, it isn't real." Shrugging, he adds: "I wasn't always a giant. In fact, I'm probably not a giant, except here."

Even though he is feeling afraid Mason's curiosity is a bit peaked. " what do you mean you are probably not a giant? What else could you be?" Thoughts race through his head as he tries to conjure more questions.

"I was a normal-sized human being, at least proportionate to everything else where I came from. One day, I fell asleep, and I woke up here, as I am now. I searched and searched, and tried any number of trick, but I never did find my way back," the giant says. "Others came, but they were smaller, like you." He smiles at mason and looks at him in a rather unnerving manner, as if sizing up a meal.

Fearfulling looking up a the giant and his odd _expression mason offers some reasoning "Mr Giant. The fact is I HAVE to go home. I have a soccer game tomorow and I am the goalie. If I'm not there the team will lose for sure. You must know a way out!"

The giant gives him a thoughtful look. "Well, there is a way back. But I don't think you'll be very happy with it," he says. "You see... the only way back is through... me." He blushes again. "I don't know how or why this is so, but it would seem that things have been arranged this way by forces beyond my comprehension." He swallows audibly, feeling somewhat nervous; he knows this is the part where they freak out. "You see, I have to eat you."

"You have to WHAT!. EAT me! ..... uh I dont know ... wont that hurt and wont I DIE! " he asks the giant. "There has got to be another way back I think I will just walk until I find it" "besides, I probably taste HORRIBLE. I am sure there are plenty of other TASTY creatures in the forest"

The giant shrugs. "They never accept it..." he mutters. "It won't hurt. At least, I don't think it will. The others passed out before anything painful could happen." He blinks, having forgotten some important details. "Oh! See, I'll swallow you whole. No chewing. I couldn't stand hurting someone like that. And I know they go back. Two of them returned later." He smiles nostalgically. "They actually said they liked it. Wanted to do it again." His _expression turns serious. "The only other creatures I can even see are squirrels. And they're just rats with bushy tails. Not to mention the size of flies to me. Would you eat a fly-bushy-tailed-rat-creature? Hmm?"

"THEY CAME BACK!?!? the teen said with ebrows high. Suddenly he felt a little less scared and sorry for the giant. "Squirrels are a bit annoying." He chuckles, " One ran away with my soccer ball once if you can imagine that"

Hesitantly he asks " Are you sure your not just trying to trick me into becoming your next meal?"

The giant rolls his eyes. "Would you believe me if I said yes?" he says. "They did come back, of this I am absolutely sure. One of them had wandered here through a back alley. He told me he woke up in his bed, at home, safe and sound afterward. The other said he was hiking in the mountains, and ended up here looking for water. He says he woke up next to a stream, back in the mountains. They made it back fine. I imagine the others did as well; in fact, I'm sure of it. I can sort of... feel it. When they leave their bodies behind." As he says this, he makes it sound like the most amazing experience there is, and the glimmer in his eyes shows that he at least believes it to be the truth.

Mason thinks briefly and states "So they did become a meal and so would I if I agree." After looking at the giant and the sincerity in his eyes he says "But you seem very hungry and need to eat, dont you. And you have been so polite to me" He thinks some more and says "Allow me to ask you this: What if I refuse?"

The giant shrugs. "I wait until you either agree, or something else comes along."

The teen shrugs back " I can't miss that game.... Okay then"

Slowly, the giant reaches down toward the boy, huge hand soft and pink; obviously, this giant isn't lying about his origins. Gently, he cups his fingers around the boy. "Now, make sure you are ready. It wouldn't do to have you go into shock or anything like that. I don't want you uncomfortable."

A bit apprehensive about what is going to happen the boy says " i think i am ready, is there anything i need to do?"

"You may wish to disrobe. No real sense in wearing your clothing for it." He seems to pause for a moment, then lets out a loud guffaw. "Though I can't guarantee you won't wake up on the other side in your birthday suit. Though none of the others mentioned it, so I'd assume you're safe. This is probably just a dream. A very vivid dream..." He stifles a sigh. "One from which I can't awaken..."

The boy sees the sadness in the giants eyes and expressions. He can't help feeling sorry for his loneliness in the forest and those damn squirrels with their antics. He takes off his cletes one by one, peals off each sock from the knee down to his foot and roles them off his feet. his pull off his red nylon shorts. as he pulls off his jersey the number 5 crinkles to an undicernable shape. he drops the clothing on the forest floor and states " i have an extra uniform at home." Mason stood there naked in front of the giant. His muscular legs, chest, arms, back, and stomach fully revealed and shaking from the chilly air and nervous feelings,. He states " Ooo it is a bit cold out here."

The giant raises his other hand and waggles a finger. "That, my friend, will soon change." And with that, he gently takes the teenage human in hand, and begins to raise him. Bringing the young man to his face, he says: "Now, do you want to take this head or feet first?" His hot breath cascades over the small person in his grasp; oddly, it isn't all that unpleasant. Rather mild, really.

The boy immediately feels warmed by the giants breathe. He feels more and more secure, and strangely excited by the second. As he thinks about the answer to the giant's question he begins to realize that he will miss the giant. He tells the giant "Feet First"

The giant nods. "Very well, then. Good luck, and thank you." He opens his mouth wide, displaying an impressive set of well-cleaned teeth, and a huge pink tongue. His mouth glistens with saliva, from his lips to the bobbling fleshy uvula above the darkness at the back of the throat. Slowly, he sticks out his tongue, and brings his hand to his mouth, angling it so that the human's back is level. Opening is hand and tilting it upwards, he lets the small human slide into his mouth, onto the soft, spongy surface of his tongue.

Mason's body tenses with residual bits of fear. He watches the supple lips of the part revealing the giants teeth. as he gets lowered closer to the giants mouth he can feel the giant's warm exhale. He watches as an enormous long pink tongue sticks out of the giant gaping mouth. The boys feet touch the touch first. Then his legs beome slippery with saliva. Slowly and gently he slides down the huge tongue into the giants mouth. The warm wetness of the saliva and the sponginess of the giants tongue send sensations though all of the muscles of his body. He senses the giant's euphoric state and obsorbs some giant's sadness and dispair simultaneously.

He slides the boy the rest of the way into his mouth, reveling at the taste (that tiny bit of fear just enough to add a little spice) as the smooth flesh moves across his tongue. When mason is all the way inside, he slowly closes his mouth, leaving the young man in hot, wet darkness. Suddenly the massive tongue lifts up, gently pressing the contents of the giant's mouth against his hard palate. It ripples in waves under his body, turning him over several times and thoroughly coating him in warm drool.

In the darkness mason's sense of touch amplifies. He feels warm wet drool all over his muscles from head to toe. As he is manuevered from side to side by the caring muscular motions of the giant's tongue. he could hear the muffled sounds of the giant enjoying his meal. He no longer cared about the soccer game or anything back at home. He just wished he could stay in the giant's mouth forever and was so happy to become the giant's meal.

The boy couldn't stay in his mouth forever, though. The buildup of drool, and the spread of the small human's flavor all over the giant's tongue made it very difficult to fight the natural urge to swallow. Still, he can tell the "prey" is enjoying himself, so holds out a bit longer, working his soft tongue over the teen's body slowly, eking as much flavor out of it as he can. Finally, he can resist no longer. He tilts his head back, letting the boy begin sliding into his throat, and swallows. The fist swallow pulls mason's legs into the esophagus, a tight muscular ring wrapping around his hips, pulling at him.

After a long period of gentle wrestling with the giants tongue, the mason began to realize that the giant's hunger was growing. He felt the angle of the giants head tilt back and the he felt a slipping sensation on his back along the giants tongue. Although it was pitch black in the giants closed mouth mason knew that it would get even darker now that he was slipping down the giants throat. He could here the distant rumbling of the giants stumach and wondered how it would feel to slide down and rest inside

The giant swallows again, sending more of the mason's body into his eager throat. Strong muscles grip him--now food--all the way up to his shoulders, leaving only the head above. Everything below is tightly pressed into a soft, slippery tunnel, which undulates, pulling at him, trying to send him downward. As more saliva builds around the opening, the giant swallows one final time, and suddenly the small human slips into his throat quickly, finally released by the opening of the esophagus. Peristaltic motions push him down, slowly, rungs of muscle seeming to flow by and caress his body as it makes the journey downward. The giant rubs the outside of his neck softly, feeling the bulge as it passes under his hand.

mason feels a bit nervous and completely relaxed at the same time. it is a feeling he has never felt before. as the tightening muscles of the giants esophagus unguf each part of his body like a snake his motions become limited. Before in the giants mouth the texture of the tongue's taste buds tingled his warm wet body. Now he is realizing that he has a first hand "look" of the "business" end of eating. The esophagus completely captures the rest of his head rendereing him nearly motionless. He feels a gentle pressed on the arch of his back that is different then the peristaltic motions of the throat he is sliding down. he realizes that is one of the giants huge pink fingers stroking his back as if to sadly say goodbye. he tries to respond but does not want to stretch the giant's throat muscle to cause him pain.

And the lump in the giants throat passes down, into the giant's chest. He feels mason's movement as he slides down; it tickles slightly. He finds himself laughing softly at the feeling, sending waves of sound and motion through his body. Soon, he feels the sphincter at the top of his stomach open, and his "meal" beginning to slide through. Throat muscles push the young man down, down into the center of the giant. The beating of the giant's massive heart resonates through the flesh around the boy, a strong, but relaxing thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump... There is a brief resistance as the teen nears the end of his journey, but soon the stomach opens up, ready to accept the incoming food. First the legs, then waist, then chest slide into the hot, wrinkled chamber. Then, with a squeeze and a pop, the rest of his body is sent into the digestive organ.

Masono's arms and head are still above and then suddenly he falls accidentally kicking and bumping what seemed to be the wall of the giants huge belly. He lands on the gentle bed of the stomach floor. he stretches out his hands to so that the giant can see and feel him happily moving inside of him. after some more playful massage of the giants belly the boy lies on the warm moist stomach floor.

In the strong heat of the stomach, Mason feels himself getting sleepy he doesnt want to leave the warmth of being inside the giant.mason feels himself becoming strangely lighter, as if trying to float away from his body. Stomach walls move, churning at the body within. But by the time the digestive juices really start working, he should be gone. As with before, it is at this time, not long after entering the giant's stomach, that the... consciousness of the "victim" begins to depart, returning to wherever they came from, leaving only the husk behind; empty, but filling, and nutrient-rich. Before this can occur, he rubs his belly one last time, feeling the movements of the person within. Never really do get used to that, he thinks. The giant sighs, half in contentment, half melancholy. It was good that this one enjoyed it, and accepted it. And he did enjoy it a bit himself, really. Still, he wishes he could wake up too, some day. he walks off into the forest, stomach gurgling contentedly, beginning the reduction of its contents to useable substances.

Mason suddenly wakes up back in the soccer field. he notices that squirrels have once again taken off with his ball. he chased them thinking, I will be training in the forest from now on...

The End