Coexist - Short Stories by luvenar

It’s a mixed size convention this weekend.

Animation convention, to be exact. A sunny day, the whole floor is occupied for this specific event with a divided zone for the three sizes and one specific area for mixed interactions. Performance stage, booths that are selling either independent comics, games or animations made from various countries, all provided for all sizes…

…and most of all, cosplayers.

Cosplayers from popular media in various sizes are walking to and fro the area, welcoming all the guests in this wide hall.

Meanwhile, here I am.

Bravely stood on top of a table inside the mixed zone. Looking at my own nametag… ‘Jack’, ‘Human guest’, written on it complete with various colors decorating the nametag itself.

What am I even doing here?

To be fair, I don’t even know. Maybe I’m just bored, though I DO like watching some of these animations. Heck, maybe I’ll buy some later? Oh well…

Looking around, the Brobdingnagian guests, staff, security and cosplayers seem to be far fewer compared to the humans and Lilliputians… understandable, safety measures are always the most important part especially inside the mixed size area. My eyes lazily scanned the whole area…

…until something, or more exactly, someone, made me fixated at… her. A Brobdingnagian cosplayer, walking through the path between the booths and tables in her own work of art that is her outfit; I know that outfit well, it’s from my favorite franchise ‘Fantasy Epic’ and based on Jeanette, one of the adventurers in the game. The character itself already looked majestic in the animation, but to see the gigantic version of her somehow made it more thrilling than usual.

Let’s see… silk smooth hair, armor covering the upper half of the body with the rest covered by a black shirt hugging her torso beneath complete with a cape. Then comes the part that made her a pretty popular character among the fandom of this game… the high cut skirt; it was incredibly short that it barely covered anything, though it’s still a perfect length to completely save her crotch from any prying eyes. If it’s not for her cape, she would probably showcase her buttcheeks shamelessly right about now with each step… then comes the knee length socks before her combat boots below.

As I still admired her incredible craft of the costume, much to my surprise she turned her attention right on the table where I stood! Curious, though it’s a low chance knowing how she could notice the ant-sized me, I waved my hand… much to my shock, her eyes seemed to look directly at me! But the surprise didn’t stop there as she approached my table, closer and closer and only now I realized how massive she is as a Brobby when my sight slowly replaced by her towering mountainous thighs right in front of me. My heart beats uncontrollably looking straight at those jiggling plump thighs with the tight socks struggle to cover the entirety of it. Still far enough from the edge of the table where I could not reach it but about close enough for me to admire them though without being able to look up her skirt…

I looked up and up… hands on her hips, ‘Jeanette’ looked directly at me from above with a smug. Quickly I glanced around me and sure enough, every fellow human on the same table seemingly entranced by the visiting Brobby cosplayer. I don’t blame them, she looks so gorgeous it’s almost uncanny, like a video game character truly comes to life.

But the surprise didn’t stop there. Suddenly, she extended her left hand to the side of me… did she offer me to climb on it? At least judging by how her eyes still locked right at me. Confused but at the same time intrigued, I’m mulling about it for a few seconds… fuck it. What happened here, stays here, I thought to myself trying to convince myself. I proceed to crawl into the house-sized palm and much to my surprise, it’s so smooth and velvety complete with a subtle creamy scent. There’s no way, it’s too perfect! I was expecting a sweaty palm especially when it’s already hours into the event itself.

Seemingly noticed that I was settled safely on top of her palm, the Jeanette cosplayer started to walk away from the table. Crowd murmurs slowly diminished as the cosplayer walked through what looked like an empty corridor with very few people. Nothing but the echoing sound of footsteps from the cosplayer entered my ear, my mind spinning nonstop trying to think what she’s gonna do to the tiny me. The realization that I’m basically helpless now being carried away into somewhere I don’t know by this cosplayer who I didn’t even know her name.

Door opened, the cosplayer entered what seems to be an empty small room filled with janitor tools. My heart beats uncontrollably once again, trying to anticipate anything that she might do to the defenseless me. She raised her left hand close to her face, seemingly examining her ‘capture’ of the day as I examined her smooth feature… without warning, her right hand came down right on me. Car-sized fingers yanked my clothing and backpack before she ripped it away from me, leaving me only in underwear. Now I’m beginning to worry about my own well being here, not helped by her next act in which she seductively blows it softly from her hand, completely cutting off any chance of me escaping and even asking for help since my phone was also on my pants there.

But oh well, at the very least a good time awaits for me, right? If she wanted me to be naked, then there’s only one way this could go… sure enough, her right hand traced the front of her skirt, stretching her underwear… mustering my courage already expecting how it’s gonna go, I crawled into the edge of the palm of her left hand, excitedly looking down at the exposed crotch of her…

Much to my shock and bewilderment, I was welcomed by the sight of a huge…

…cock.

Eyes widened in horror, I immediately turned my attention back to her-wait, HIS face.

“Surprised? Yes, I’m a guy!” he said proudly with a male voice.

Fuck! This is not how I expected my day to go! I know much about this trend of a ‘trap’ type of character, especially in animation words. But… h-how is this possible!? How does HE look so feminine entirely!? His body, his face, even his demeanor…

“WHOA!!” suddenly, I felt him tilting his left hand. He wanted to drop me inside his pants! Trying my best to hold on as much as possible into the palm of his hand, it’s no use as I slide down helplessly from his hand right into his awaiting truck-sized cock. Vile smell of his crotch emanates from his genitals beneath me, fear and panic consumed me as I struggle to breathe knowing I’m basically trapped now with nowhere to go if this cosplayer won’t allow me at all.

Suddenly, the cosplayer removed his hand, letting the underwear snapped shut and in the process pressing his cock against me and the wall of flesh behind me, squeezing me tight as I cried for help in this musty confinement of the Brobby cosplayer…

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“Ah…”

It’s always too easy.

No matter if they are human guys or girls, they’re always easily walking into my trap. Oh well, not bad, one more toy for me when I get back home later…

I could feel him squirming against my dick. I couldn’t help but giggle feeling the ticklish sensation of his struggle but at the same time it’s making me hard knowing how my member alone could easily trapped and smothered him effortlessly inside there.

A nice little fun… time to go back walking around. Who knows, maybe I could get some more unsuspecting humans…