Feast of the Giantesses

**Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins**

The forest was silent, save for the rustling of leaves underfoot and the distant chirp of a bird too naive to sense the predators lurking nearby. Marissa and Vivienne, two towering giantesses with curves that could crush mountains and appetites even more voracious, prowled through the undergrowth. Their eyes, sharp as daggers, scanned for prey—tinies, the small, delicate humans who barely reached their ankles. At over forty, their hunger for flesh and forbidden thrills had only grown more ravenous with age.

Marissa, her raven-black hair cascading over shoulders broad enough to carry a village, licked her lips. 'Viv, I swear, if we don’t find something sweet and squirming soon, I’m gonna start gnawing on tree bark. My pussy’s already dripping just thinking about the next little morsel.'

Vivienne, a statuesque blonde with a wicked smirk and thighs that could snap steel, chuckled darkly. 'Patience, darling. I can smell the innocence from here. Some tender, clueless thing is nearby, and I’m already getting wet imagining how he’ll scream.' Her stomach growled audibly, a beast of its own, and she patted it with a grin. 'Hear that? My gut’s as horny as I am.'

Their predatory banter was interrupted by a faint rustle. Both women froze, their towering forms casting shadows over the clearing. There, trembling behind a fern, was their prize: an eighteen-year-old boy, barely a man, with wide, doe-like eyes and a face so pure it could’ve been carved from porcelain. His name was Eli, though they didn’t care to ask. He was meat, a delicacy, and his innocence only made their hunger—and their lust—burn hotter.

'Oh, look at this little treat,' Marissa purred, crouching down to loom over him, her massive breasts nearly spilling from her tight leather top as she did. 'You’re barely old enough to know what a hard cock feels like, are you, sweet thing? Bet you’ve never even touched yourself.'

Eli stammered, his voice a pathetic squeak. 'P-please, I just got lost. I don’t want any trouble—'

'Trouble?' Vivienne cut in, her laugh sharp enough to slice through his fear. 'Oh, honey, you’re not trouble. You’re dinner. And a damn fine one at that. Look at those skinny little legs. I bet they’ll snap like twigs in my teeth.' She licked her lips, her tongue a glistening serpent, and Eli flinched.

Marissa reached down, her giant hand wrapping around his tiny frame with ease. She lifted him to eye level, her breath hot and heavy as she studied him. 'Don’t be so scared, little one. We’re gonna make this fun—for us, at least. My ass is practically sweating with anticipation, and I can feel my pussy throbbing just thinking about how you’ll taste.'

Vivienne stepped closer, her own hand brushing against Marissa’s as they shared a conspiratorial smirk. 'Let’s split him, darling. You take the top, I’ll take the bottom. I want to feel his little hips crunch while I’m panting with lust.'

Eli’s eyes widened in horror. 'No, please! I’ll do anything—'

'Anything?' Marissa mocked, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. 'The only thing you’re doing is making us cum with your screams. Now, be a good boy and squirm for us.'

They positioned him between them, each giantess gripping half of his trembling body. Marissa’s teeth closed around his shoulders, while Vivienne’s latched onto his waist. Their eyes locked, a silent agreement passing between them to draw this out. They pulled slowly, stretching his tiny frame as his cries echoed through the forest. For a full, agonizing minute, they savored the tension, the way his body strained and his screams grew hoarse. Their sadism fed their arousal, their breaths coming in heavy, horny gasps as they reveled in his pain.

Finally, with a sickening tear, Eli split in two. Blood sprayed, a crimson mist that only heightened their excitement. Marissa chewed noisily, her mouth full of his upper half, while Vivienne savored the lower, giggling as she showed off the crushed remains between her teeth. 'Mmm, nothing like the taste of innocence,' Vivienne moaned, her voice thick with lust. 'I’m so fucking wet right now, I could drown a village.'

Marissa swallowed a chunk, her eyes glinting with perverse joy. 'And to think, this sweet little thing is gonna be nothing but our shit soon. I’m already hard with excitement just imagining him turning into poop in my gut. What a way to go, huh?'

They laughed, their voices a twisted symphony of cruelty and desire, as they licked the last of him from their lips. The feast was over, but their hunger—for flesh and for pleasure—would never be sated.