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This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

…

Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

The mouth was hotter than he thought it would be, and way stuffier, too. He supposed the mask filtering and blocking out fresh air had something to do with that, but he didn’t have much time to deal with that before he started getting pushed around the damp, dark area. It took him a short while to realize that it was Wil’s tongue pushing him around. Tommy kicked at it a bit in discomfort, but Wil didn’t show any sign of stopping. Tommy thought about shouting to him before his rational thought kicked in; oh yeah, he’d probably have to be at least a bit damp for Wil to swallow comfortably. He stopped kicking.

He had no idea when Wilbur’s comfort in this situation became important to him. He also had no idea when the idea of being swallowed stopped being so overwhelmingly terrifying.

He soon found himself being drawn to the back of the throat, his feet entering the narrow fleshy passageway. He cringed a bit at the weird feeling before hearing a questioning hum from all around him. It felt like a huge concert where the bass boomed so loud you swore you could feel your heart vibrate. Tommy hoped it wouldn’t be that loud once he reached the storage area. “I’m good!” Tommy shouted in response, patting the now still tongue below him. After another hum signaling that Wilbur had heard him, he was quickly pulled the rest of the way into the giant’s gullet. He felt a gentle pressure from where he assumed the front of Wil’s neck was; ‘his fingers,’ Tommy thought. ‘Wil is tracing my way down with his fingers.’ The image of his luggage going down the throat crossed his mind, and he found himself mindlessly wondering what he looked like right now; if the lump he made was any bigger than his luggage. Or if to any passerby (not that there were any, he hoped) he would look inconspicuous, like some random piece of food that some random giant was eating, not a teenage boy that was probably going to be put on every missing poster and milk carton available within the next few days. That thought filled him with a giddy sort of relief. As much as people were aware that this whole swallowing thing was legal with the right permission, it still wasn’t a common thing to do unless you were one of the very few humans who had known a giant for years. No one would suspect Wilbur, just some random giant, to be housing Tommy. The plan was foolproof.

He was snapped out of his spiral of thoughts when everything around him suddenly got much louder. The heavy bass feeling was back, but this time it was in a steady, strong rhythm. Tommy realized he must have passed down under the collarbones and that he was now passing Wil’s heart, which meant he was almost-

He fell into an open area suddenly, much bigger than the mouth had been, and felt the ground below him and the walls around him vibrate with a loud gurgle. He paced around for a minute letting his eyes slightly adjust to the darkness (as much as they could, given the fact that there was no light whatsoever) before he saw a faint outline of his bags. He quickly made his way over and blindly searched for one of the flashlights he had packed. After a few more minutes of searching, he pulled it out and turned it on to reveal the pink, almost pulsating, fleshy walls. He heard a slight chuckle from above him and watched in fascination as one of the bigger walls of the pouch pushed in slightly, causing more, albeit less loud gurgles.

“I take it you found your stuff.” Wilbur said, and Tommy could hear the smile on his voice. “How could you tell?” Tommy shouted back, not knowing of Wil would even be able to hear him from there. There was another soft laugh as Tommy heard his phone vibrate from one of his bag’s pockets. He pulled it out to find it was image sent from Wilbur, showing that from the outside, there was a dim glow from his midsection, and an even fainter outline of himself. He laughed out loud, mostly in disbelief at the photo. There he was, barely a shadow to be seen through Wil’s organs. He was actually here; he’d actually done it, and that photo was undeniable proof. “Oh my god!” he shouted again, this time even looking up to the “ceiling” of the “room” as if that would help communication any better. “That looks fucking sick!” “No need to shout, child, I can hear you fine.” Wilbur responded. “I’ll tell you when you’re good to have the flashlight on or off; my family isn’t really ok with me doing these sorts of things, so let’s keep this between us, ok?” “Why not?” Tommy asked, now genuinely curious.

“Why should they? Think about this from my perspective; I just let a random teenager into my body, no background check or anything. For all I or my family know, you could be a renowned giant killer. Maybe you smuggled a knife in there and are planning to stab me from the inside out, i don’t fucking know. Of course, i don’t think you are, Tom, but it’s a hypothetical. I agreed to this with you because I like to think I’m a good judge of character, and you remind me too much of me when i was younger to not like you. But now I have to go about things way more carefully; I can’t fall, I can’t lay down without telling you first, I can’t store what I normally do, it can get a bit overwhelming, y’know?”

Tommy hadn’t even thought about that. How all of this was affecting Wilbur. He looked down at himself, placing a hand on his own stomach.

God, what is Wilbur feeling right now? Can he feel Tommy walk around? Can he feel him breathe? He had no idea how he would go about being entirely responsible for the life of an entire other person, but he was making Wilbur do it. He felt a little bit like an asshole now. “If it’s so much of a hassle, why do it? And why do it so cheap?”

“It’s…kinda complicated. A lot of it is to help giants and humans get along. I want people to see my species better, I want a human’s first experience with a giant to be good. I have a lot of human friends, so i like to think I know how to talk and act around you guys. But, my friends are another part of it. I, uh, you mind if this gets a little bit weird for a second? I’ve been told this can be a little bit of an awkward topic for humans.”

Well, that was a way to pique Tommy’s curiosity if there ever was one. “Go on, big man, and, if it makes you feel better, you made my first interaction with a giant go great.”

Wilbur laughed again, and he heard genuine happiness in his voice as he thanked him and then continued on with the explanation. “It’s just, uh, humans..taste good. Like, better than you’d expect. I read that it was something different about a giant’s taste buds or something, but humans taste good. Also, i generally just…like the feeling of having people in my storage. As weird as that may be.”

“What did i taste like?” Tommy asked, not a hint of concern or distrust coloring his voice. “…strawberries, maybe a bit of vanilla cream. Sweet, and a little bit bitter, like some odd mix of dark and white chocolate, all covering a strawberry.” Wilbur answered, and Tommy could practically hear the man licking his lips before he piped up again. “I’m so sorry, that’s probably weird to hear, I didn’t mean to go into that much detail, it’s just-“ “No worries, big man, I’m glad i was delicious enough that you’re getting embarrassed talking about it. Boosts my self esteem, and also gives me plenty to make fun of you for later.” He heard Wilbur laugh out loud, the joyful sound vibrating the chamber around him. “Alright, remind me I have to get some dirt on you eventually. But, as it stands now, I should probably get the fuck out of the human territory before I actually get arrested. I don’t know how human cops would do that, but i’m sure there’s some kind of procedure i don’t want to see. So we’ll have to stop talking for a bit here while I walk back to the giant side to get my car, then I can drive us home.” “Sounds good, Wilby.” Tommy said, and he could hear a snort of laughter above him, but no verbal response. Oh, this would be so much fun, Wilbur was so easy to tease. For the first time in a long time, Tommy was glad that that hell of a house never stripped Tommy of his Tommy-ness. That no matter the strain or fear or pain, his sarcasm and unique sense of humor remained.

As he felt the gentle swaying of his “room” caused by Wilbur’s walking, he gently sat to the floor and let himself bask in the reality that he was free. Sure, there was still a bit left to do to ensure that he’d stay free, but for right now, he was happy here with Wilbur; with this giant stranger who treated him better than his so-called family ever had.

He felt tears of relief and more than anything joy pour down his face as he sobbed quietly, trying not to alert Wil. He didn’t want him to think something was wrong when it was really quite the opposite. For the first time in so, so long, things were looking up. He was safe. He was cared for.

Tommy had never been happier.

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