A Crush for Lunch (Chapter 1)

Taylor sighed wistfully, with his heart pounding and his eyes glued to the beautiful sight awaiting at the opposite end of the long table where he perched. Though he was currently seated in the palatial dining hall of his mixed-sized university, the vast surrounding environment and all its variously-humongous passerby may as well have not have even existed for him. All that mattered to Taylor, and therefore all he could see, was Olivia. The geeky bespectacled curly-haired sophomore was technically considered short for her size class, though at three hundred and fifty feet tall, she was of course larger than life compared to the boy currently staring at her in an amorous trance. On the chubbier side, with a soft-spoken demeanor and her shy yet winning smile, Olivia was seemingly unaware of Taylor’s attention – understandable, considering their disparity in stature – while multitasking eating her lunch and reading over notes for her next class. The wild-maned brunette giantess was a bona fide grade-A nerd, with expertise in biochemistry and computer programming just as much as Star Trek and obscure anime, and she wasn’t afraid to let anyone see her brainy passions on display: a big part of why Taylor had developed such a massive crush on her.

The other major element which had induced his attraction to her, however, was in play right now, and had him utterly hypnotized. Taylor watched Olivia absentmindedly scooping her fork through a cup of ramen noodles, bringing the oozy bounty up to her plush pink lips, and shoveling the drippy payload inside that alluring cavern. Then she went back down for another squiggly wad. While so absorbed in her studies, the giantess tended not to think about her table manners, and so she chewed slowly with her mouth open, making everything happening within plainly visible as her teeth gnashed through the squishy noodles, her glistening tongue sponged up the broth, and stray dribbles of it spilled from the dimply corners of her enormous mouth. Every bite he witnessed her take just put Taylor into a deeper lust-drunk stupor. The hard chomping by those mighty pearl-white teeth, the gushy slurping that emanated from her dark throat, the weighty gulp that punctuated every half-liquid bite, the gooey yellow mulch that resulted atop her shiny tongue while she masticated, and all those slobbery droplets that escaped her maw and ran down her chin: every sight and sound involved was maddeningly intoxicating for him.

Yet even more arousing for Taylor, somehow, was Olivia’s total easygoing calm while she satiated her appetite. She was barely even paying attention to her own meal. It was the easiest thing in the world for her to accomplish. And yet there was so much bottomless appetite and raw power behind even those laziest chomps, more than the boy himself could’ve ever generated, and all of it originated from a giantess who was so tenderly gentle, heartwarmingly kind, and adorably bookish at once. She really was the total package. For months now, Taylor thought he was just trying to get up the courage to ask Olivia out on a date, but now he knew that wasn’t his true endgame. Almost every day, mostly incognito, he watched the giantess nonchalantly feasting here; he hung almost-religiously upon the slow-motion view of every morsel bypassing her lips and getting chewily mashed into steaming saliva-drenched paste, until it was finally ready to be lurched down her gullet, to make way for the next scrumptious spoonful larger than his whole body. And at last, Taylor understood what he really wanted here. Yes, he had a crush on Olivia, but he wasn’t looking to be her boyfriend, and doubted she’d ever want a relationship with someone so tiny anyway. No, instead he desired to experience that tantalizing phenomenon from much closer: not just observing it from afar, but becoming an integral part of the giantess’s lunch. Literally. And today, no longer able to keep his yearning buried inside, Taylor knew his time had come. He was nervous, but he also knew he couldn’t go on like this. He just had to let Olivia know, and more importantly, see if she was willing to make his greatest dream come true.

“Hey there, Olivia?” Taylor asked as he shambled closer to her bowl and notebook. “Hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Oh! Hi, Taylor. It’s good to see you,” Olivia said with a bashful smile, instantly brightening up at the sight of the comparatively inch-tall boy. Sweetly good-natured as she was, the giantess had a way of making anyone she spoke to feel important and seen, no matter how immense their size difference. Still, seemingly caught off-guard slightly by Taylor’s arrival, the colossal nerd nonetheless blushed pink and anxiously twirled a finger through her curly locks, as if she was the smaller one between them. “S-Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was just reviewing everything before the lecture in an hour. But you’re not a bother at all! You know I’d love to hang out anytime. By the way, I’ll try not to spill anything on you while I eat, I promise. No matter how careful I am, somehow I just always end up spraying some of it around. So, sorry in advance! This is just my only chance to have lunch.”

As if to demonstrate, then, Olivia dug her fork back into the huge cup and drew out another juicy tangle of noodles that she promptly wolfed past her pretty jaws, much to Taylor’s wide-eyed revere. Several long ramen strands still hung outside her mouth at random, but were quickly sucked back inside that pillowy orifice, which she double-checked by messily gliding her tongue back and forth over those lips for good measure. Sure enough, a few drops of broth spritzed out from her mouth in every direction, including onto Taylor’s face and clothes below, but of course he didn’t mind this in the slightest. If anything, he just hoped for more. This was the closest he’d ever dared to stand while the giantess was eating, and it only deepened his certainty that going in there permanently was the right decision for him. This just had to happen. He watched, awestruck and horny as could be, while Olivia mushily pulverized the latest soft noodle wad between her teeth, patting and stroking that bud-riddled tongue through the fluidic miasma of spiced matter, until it was all reduced to savory sludge by her powerhouse chompers. From this close, he could feel the heat of her clumsy exhales wafting down over him like an open oven, and even detected the flavor of digestion-ready ramen gloop blowing off her taste buds. It smelled like heaven to him. The process was noisy, with every gunky chew creating another moist spprrruunk, and pressure pops echoing from the back of her throat while she gnawed it down. Though the gaaahh-looooomp at the end when she guzzled away the remains in one hefty swallow was perhaps the most arresting part of all.

“No worries!” he squeaked. Taking another deep breath, then, Taylor prepared to make the most important request of his life: “And it’s funny. That’s actually what I came over here to talk to you about.”

“Oh? You mean about you and I hanging out sometime?”

“Errr, in a way, yes. Or, maybe not quite. It’s… actually something about your lunch. I, well… um… there’s s-something I have to ask you. It’s just… tough to say.”

“Aww, it’s okay, Taylor. Whatever it is, you can say it, and I won’t judge you. I promise,” Olivia kindly encouraged, generous as always. She leaned down closer to the tabletop, her rosy-cheeked countenance now filling up Taylor’s view. Which was indeed comforting to him, but also brought those huge smiling lips of hers even nearer, past which he could spy the last flecks of ramen gummed to her ripply tongue and jammed between her glistening teeth. Accordingly, Taylor’s pulse raced even faster and his loins stiffened harder in excitement, while the glasses-clad giantess’s lovely expression and soothing poise finally gave him the courage to come clean.

“I… want to be part of it. Your lunch, I mean. For you,” Taylor blurted at long last. Then, realizing his stammering might not be clear, he left no room for interpretation: “I w-want you to eat me, Olivia. Please.”