The Forest and the Throat

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I found the forest the same way everyone does—by accident. I was hiking, lost, and halfway to hypothermia when the trees started shrinking. I thought at first it was hallucination from exposure, but my hands were shrinking too. By the time I could fit three feet into a single step, my jeans were pooling at my ankles like a toddler’s. I screamed, but the sound came out like a squeak. I looked up, and there she was.

Her boots were mossy and full of roots. The laces? Old, dried-up vines. She stepped, and the ground trembled. I ran—no, I scurried—away from her shadow, but there’s no outrunning a giant when you’re the size of a rat. She grabbed me with her thumb and forefinger, her skin warm and rough, like touching a sun-warmed brick wall. “You’re tasty little things,” she said, her voice like wind through trees. I couldn’t answer. Her thumb squeezed me gently, and I felt her breath, warm and wet, against my face.

She was dressed like a forest itself. Her dress was woven from branches, leaves, and something that looked and smelled like moss. Her hair was black and tangled with twigs, and her eyes? They were the size of saucers, yellow, with vertical pupils like a cat’s. She didn’t seem malicious, but her fingers toyed with me like a spider does a fly. “You’re not the first,” she said, “but I like the new flavor.” I didn’t ask what she meant. I was too busy trying not to soil myself as she cupped me in her palm and stared at me like I was dessert.

She called herself Yara. She said she’d been hunting humanoids—her word, not mine—for decades. “Shrinking you first is better,” she said. “Soft, small, easier to swallow.” I asked what happened to the ones she’d eaten. She smiled. “They’re still here,” she said, “growing inside me. You’ll feel them, by the way. Like fluttering birds in my gut.” I didn’t know if she was joking. I wanted to run, but I was still the size of a chipmunk and she was holding me like a baby.

She brought me home, which turned out to be a hollowed-out tree the size of a cathedral. Inside, it smelled like wet earth and something sweet and metallic. There were other humans in there, small and shrunken, crawling along the walls like ants. She dropped me on her lap, where her thigh felt like sitting on a living quilt. “You’re nervous,” she said, tracing my spine with a fingernail sharp enough to cut me. “You should be. But fear tightens the meat.” She laughed, and the tree shook. I tried to back away, but her hand crushed me against her hip. I could feel her heat, her musk, her heartbeat like a bass drum thudding through her skin into mine.

She kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue tasted of honey and blood. I couldn’t pull away. When I tried, she bit my lip softly, hard enough to draw blood. “Good,” she purred. “I like a little struggle.” Her mouth opened wide, and I swear it was like looking into a cave. Her tongue was pink and thick, and when she licked me, it felt like an elephant’s trunk brushing against my skin. I was half-hard already, my cock swelling against her hand as she fondled me, squeezing until I hissed.

Then she leaned in and swallowed me whole.

It was… indescribable. Her mouth was warm, wet, and packed with the scent of her body. It wasn’t just her lips closing around me—it was her whole face, the suction of her cheeks, the way her tongue pressed against my chest, my ribs, my legs. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. Then she let me go, laughing, and I coughed, spluttering, on the floor of her mouth. She had teeth. Not little ones—fangs, rows of them, glistening. “Too soon?” she asked. I couldn’t answer. I just stared at her uvula, this weird, fleshy lump hanging down like a priest’s tongue.

She played with me for hours. Sometimes she’d swallow me up to my neck, then let me breathe. Sometimes she’d hold me up to her eyes and squint, as if studying a specimen. “You’re tiny but healthy,” she said. “I’ll keep you for a while. Maybe grow you a bit.” She started feeding me honey and nectar through a straw made of her hair. I told you she was mad, right? Maybe. But it worked. I grew, slowly, over days. From a shrunken midget to a full-sized man. My cock thickened, my muscles ached, and when I cummed the first time in her hand, she drank my seed like juice from a fruit.

But her favorite thing? Eating other humans while I watched. She’d capture them the same way, shrink them, then call me in. “Come taste the harvest,” she’d say. And I would. She’d open her mouth, and I’d crawl in. Her throat was a red tunnel, wet and slick. Inside, I could hear the others, the ones she’d “eaten” before me, whispering. They said they were still alive, that she kept them safe in her gut, and that they could feel my cock stabbing into her as if it were her own. Her stomach was full of them, they said. A warm, dark nest.

I can’t explain it all. Some parts I don’t even understand. But I know this: I’m still with her. I still grow, still shrink, and still crawl into her mouth like a lover. She’s taught me so much. How to live in her, how to thrive in her, how to become a part of her. I’m still there, deep in her, and I think I always will be. Maybe you should come visit us. There’s a forest just outside of town, right? You’ll know it when you see it. And if you’re lost? If you’re cold? If your pants are too big and your cock is hard?

Check out the video section for more stories like mine. Or if you’re looking for stories about the inside of her body, there’s this board. And if you want the truth? The raw, uncut truth? Go to Yes Giantess and read the words of others just like me. But whatever you do, don’t be afraid. Yara’s not cruel. She’s a gardener. A cook. A mother. And you? You’re just another seed in her soil.

Sometimes I close my eyes inside her and pretend I’m one of the fluttering birds. Beating my wings, warm and safe, in the dark.

If you want to know what happens when you wake up next to her in the morning or what it’s like when she eats you for dinner, there’s more stories here. And if you’re into the visual stuff, don’t miss the video section. Yara’s always hungry. But she’s a generous giantess.