Beggars Can't be Choosers by ParisGreen

Lying in the valley of the abs gave Jason a remarkable view of the giant. A mop of sandy hair contrasted the neatly trimmed goatee on his chin. The arms resting behind his head gave accented finely chiseled biceps. Jason thought that even at normal height he’d be a shrimp by comparison.

He didn’t want to believe it, after years of waiting to have his very own giantess he got dropped on a man’s lap. Never in all his dreams did he realize that men too, could purchase micros. He balled his fist and pounded on the dense skin. He hated this giant for not being the woman he was waiting his life for, he hated himself for not realizing this could happen. He hated everything about it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to punch and claw the giant’s skin until his hand were numb, failing to even scratch the surface.

Looking up, he could see that the others didn’t feel the same way. The micros were absorbed in gawking at and worshiping their new giant. The other guys, not much older than he was, were on their knees, caressing the deeply defined muscle, sometimes bending down to kiss it. Further ahead the girls were trying to climb the steep slope of the giant’s chest which, to Jason’s relief, seemed to draw most of the giant’s attention.

Jason didn’t belong here. Unlike him, it didn’t matter to these people whether they had a giantess or a giant.

Forcing his eyes away from the giant Jason tried to distract himself by getting his bearings. Across the couch where the giant was reclining was something that Jason had to rake his mind before he recognized it as an exercise machine. That must have been what made all the noise, the giant was exercising. It would also explain all the sweat. Jason immediately regretted making the connection, now fully acknowledging the penetrating humidity and musk radiating from the massive body. Beads of his own sweat began to trickle from his brow, aggravating the condition.

As Jason tried to push himself onto his feet the ground beneath him quaked. Already on uneasy legs Jason quickly lost his footing and slipped backwards, tumbling onto the fabric of the giant’s boxer briefs. The micro scrambled onto his hands and knee to get back up but felt the body shudder again, this time hearing a high pitched groan echo below.

The giant shifted on the coach, adjusting himself more upright and sending the micros sliding further down his torso. For the first time, the giant finally spoke with the volume of a stadium loudspeaker, “I think my gut’s telling me it’s time for my protein!”.

The words shook Jason to his core. He was going to be eaten alive by this man, nothing but a supplement in daily work out routine. Plans of escape immediately began to run through the tiny man’s mind but he felt frozen in place as the giant reached for his first victim.

Kendal, still recovering from trying to climb up and touch the giant’s beard for the sixth time, was snagged by the ankle and dangled before those big blue eyes. “Just so you guys know before you go, the name’s Brandon.”

The girl squirmed as Brandon lifted her even higher, dangling her above his cavernous maw. Without much fanfare the girl was dropped in and Brandon closed his mouth. Jason saw the giant’s cheeks bulge as he pushed the her around getting ever bit of flavor out of her. Satisfied, Brandon turned his head up and swallowed, sending a squirming lump down past his chest.

“She was a tasty one” Brandon remarked, “I wonder what her name was.”

Brandon plucked another micro by the waist, this time he grabbed Gary. “You know, before I was buying micros I was still eating protein power.” He shoved pushed the man head first into his mouth before slurping in the rest like a he was just a piece of pasta. Just like the girl from before the giant savored the micro’s flavor. The pleasured hums were interrupted as Jason heard a loud, rack followed by a muffled cry. “Yup,” Brandon said through his teeth, “Way better than powder.”

All eyes were on the giant as he continued to chew with his maw wide open, giving everyone a clear, visceral view. The pained screams rose again before being silenced with a sickening, wet, crunch. Bones continued to pops and snap in the Brandon’s jaws, masticating what was left of the man into a thick paste. Some of the juices dribbled over his lip, staining some of his goatee a tint of red.

Jason gagged, the sight of someone being ripped apart hit him hard. He’d seen micros eaten and crushed on video before but that was distant and detached by comparison. The sight never felt so real as it was now. There were only four of them left on the giant’s lap, Jason included. If he was going to have any chance in keeping his life from ending a man’s stomach he had to act soon.

“Who’s wants to be next on the menu?”, chimed Brandon, “or am I going to have to ‘volunteer’ one of you?”.

“Oh! Me! Me! Me!” Noah stood up next to Jason, jumping and waving his arms, “Master Brandon, over here!”

Jason was bewildered for a moment before remembering why they were here in the first place. They sold their lives to be at a giant’s disposal, it was expected. By all accounts, Noah was more prepared for this than he ever was.

Brandon plucked the tiny man from his lap, the trunk like fingers hoisting the him up so fast a pop could be heard from the shoulder being yanked from it’s socket. Brandon lifted him over his head, gaping his mouth wide and rolling out his tongue to catch the eager prey.

As soon as Brandon turned face up, Jason peered over the edge of the couch. He knew that micros could survive relatively high drops but one wrong landing on his legs meant he would be helpless. He thought back to his dream to be at the feet of a giantess. His chances living that dream were slim to none, but they were a hell of a lot better down there than on Brandon’s lap.

Jason’s legs tensed as he timed his jump. Kicking himself off as hard as he could, he leapt from the giant body.