A Giantess in the City, Chapter 8, Part 1

Hey lovely Patrons!  Here's the first part of chapter 8 of "A Giantess in the City."  It's been fun returning to this story -- I have to rush off to work at my restaurant, so I'm posting the first part of the chapter now.  I'll post the next part late (and correct any typos in this first part) tonight after I get home from work :)

*EDIT* I just got home from work and am totally exhausted -- I'll be posting Part 2 of chapter 8 tomorrow, along with the next chapter of Summer Vacation.  Stay tuned! <3   

Enjoy! <3 

Chapter 8

“Claraføster!” came one of the giantess’s voices. It was so loud and wild-sounding that it caught Ethan by surprise and made him wince as he hung in the air, prone in Claraføster’s hand. “How many of them have you been eating!? You’re taller than when I saw you last!”  

“Haha, well I might have grown a little bit, Grýla,” laughed Claraføster, trilling the “r” delightfully with her tongue behind her front teeth. “I have been eating more than my share these past few days.”  

“So you come back home just to rub it in our face to show much better you’ve been eating, huh?” grinned Grýla, but then she stopped dead in her tracks as the grin fell off her face. She had gotten close enough to see Ethan.  

“She always was an overachiever!” laughed Hati, another Hyrrokkin who was approaching. “She was taller than the rest of us when we were little, she was taller when she left, and now she’s taller still! Come on Claraføster, won’t you give it a rest? You’re bigger than us — we get it!”  

“I’ll never stop! Hahahaha!!” quipped Claraføster, throwing her head back and giving a fake power-hungry laugh. But Ethan could see that Hati's countenance, like Grýla’s, had suddenly and completely changed — she had seen him too. Both giantesses looked to be around 20 years old, fresh and stunningly beautiful, and even though they were a good 5 or 6 feet shorter than the giantess who held him, Ethan could tell that these two stood around 20 feet tall. It was unnerving enough to have one of these megalithic females looking at him wide-eyed, but now that there were two of them, Ethan was beginning to feel like the intensity of their eyes was burning his naked and exposed skin. The only thing that kept him from completely losing control was the knowledge that Claraføster was holding him, that she was keeping him safe. It also didn’t hurt to realize that she was definitely taller than these other two, and larger all around. Grýla and Hati were no slouches when it came to curves, as the protrusion of their breasts and the luscious flow of their hips showed, but Claraføster was clearly in a class of her own.

Claraføster had opened her mouth to address the fact that she was holding Ethan when another voice spoke first.  

“It’s about time you came home, young one!” They all turned to look at the source of the voice.

“Great,” muttered Claraføster under her breath. She hadn’t expected to see her mother just yet — she had been counting on introducing Ethan to her friends first and seeing her mother afterward. This was certainly going to complicate the process of integrating Ethan into the tribe — she loved her mother, but there was no question that there was a divergence between them when it came to certain traditions. Ymir was a conservative Hyrrokkin, who had strongly disapproved of Claraføster’s decision to go live and hunt in human cities. She believed, to an almost religious degree, in the sovereignty of the Hyrrokkin tribe, and fiercely resisted any potential threats to their self-rule. Traditionalist Hyrrokkin like Ymir saw humans, with their ever-expanding populations and progressing technology, as an increasing threat to the Hyrrokkin’s way of life. Claraføster had no illusions — it was going to be a challenging chore to convince her mother to let her keep Ethan as a pet. But she had come of age a year ago — she was 234 lunar cycles old! Even if her mother disapproved of her choices, she had lost the power over what she could and couldn’t do. She turned around to face her mother, ignoring for the moment her two friends’ gaping expressions at the human clutched in her hand.  

“Hello Mother,” said Claraføster, making an effort to sound as pleasant as possible. “I thought I’d pay a visit. I…I brought something back with me.”

“Did you?” asked Ymir, approaching the group. “If it’s another one of those little human artifacts, Claraføster….one of those, uh…what did you bring back last time…another one of those doors or a…one of those twirly-things shaped like a tiny mushroom…?”

“An umbrella,” said Claraføster flatly.

“Yes, one of those,” continued Ymir, approaching. “Any of those little human artifacts…now, Claraføster, I know you’re just fascinated by them, but I told you before — I’m not interested. You may think it’s a good idea to blend with human society and study them — ”

“I’m not blending, mom,” said Claraføster, unable to hide the irritation in her voice.

“Well, whatever it is you’re doing,” said Ymir, with a wave of her hand, “I don’t have to tell you again that I think it’s a bad idea for our two…societies…to….to…” But Ymir had slowed down, because she too had seen Ethan. She looked at him silently for a moment, almost as if she could not believe that what she was seeing was real. Ethan wished that he could have gone back inside Claraføster’s mouth — at least then he wouldn’t feel so horribly scrutinized by these giantesses, whose expressions were not exactly putting him at ease. Grýla and Hati were looking at him like he was a particularly curious animal, and Ethan felt that he could see something like a mischievous kind of hunger behind the curiosity in their eyes. He felt almost certain that if either one of them had come across him when they were alone, then they would have wasted no time in swallowing him whole, perhaps after extracting the cum from him to sweeten the meal. Their expressions were imposing enough.

But Ymir’s face was positively terrifying as she looked wide-eyed at him. She was definitely older than the other giantesses there — she was Claraføster’s mother, after all. But Ethan didn’t actually think she looked that much older. If Claraføster was 19, then her mother looked like she was in her mid-30’s. The lines and shadows of age had begun to show in her face, but her complexion was still bright and fresh, far more lively and vigorous and youthful than Ethan would have ever expected from someone who was Claraføster’s mother. Her body was lithe and beautifully curved, a bit more heavy in the rear than either Grýla or Hati, and her breasts were certainly bigger as well. Ethan couldn’t help but think that one of Ymir’s breasts was more massive than than his entire body. She was a bit taller than the others too — at 22 feet, it was clear that part of the reason for Claraføster’s height was genetic. But Claraføster was taller, and bigger, than all of them, including her mother. She lived on a city diet, after all, and the richer food showed in her superior height and curves.  

“What in the name of Frigg!” cried Ymir, when she found her voice. “What is that, Claraføster!?”

“What does it look like, mom?” she answered defiantly, turning to face her mother squarely as she drew herself up. “It’s a human.”  

“But…but what is it doing here?!” stammered Ymir, clearly beside herself.  

“I brought it back with me!” said Claraføster brightly, smiling as she extended a finger to pet Ethan’s hair. He felt the large pad of her finger at the back of his head, and involuntarily leaned back into her touch. More than ever, he knew that his survival depended on her protection, and this knowledge made him feel more deferential and pet-like toward her than he could have imagined. As she pet him, he almost whined out in pleasure, but he kept his mouth closed, thinking it best to not make any sounds at all for the moment.  

“Mmmm it certainly is cute,” muttered Grýla, grinning as put her hands on her knees and peered  down into Ethan’s face. Her blond-brown hair was done up in an elaborate series of dreadlocks, and as she peered in, Ethan saw that she was wearing a collection of jewelry that shivered and jangled lightly with every movement she made. She wore a white necklace…of small spherical things…and she had a white ornament in her nose, and white ornaments dangling from earrings that hung down several feet from her ears. As she leaned in closer, Ethan felt his blood run cold. The necklace was made of tiny skulls…human skulls…dozens of them. The white ornament in her nose was almost certainly a human femur…and the white earrings that dangled from her ears were undeniably human ribcages.  

Ethan felt himself start to get faint — why had Claraføster brought him here?? This was an absolute nightmare! He was going to get eaten for sure!! But even as his mind started to panic all over again, he remembered that there were certain things that just didn’t occur to her. It had not crossed her mind that he might have been horrified to be in her mouth after watching her literally swallow another man alive. And she hadn’t swallowed him, had she? She had kept him alive, because she thought he was cute and liked him and wanted to keep him as her pet. He took several deep breaths as he took solace in the warm feeling of her hand encircling his body. As long as she had him, he was safe.  

“Isn’t he?!” chirped Claraføster happily. “I was gonna eat him, but he kept talking to me and we had such a nice conversation and I thought he was just the cutest little thing, so I decided to keep him.”

“You what!?” cried Ymir.

“You heard me, mom,” said Claraføster, doing her best not to sound annoyed. She turned back to her two friends. “Besides,” she said, a sly smile crawling across her face, “I tasted his landäshmend and…mmmMmmm!! Some of the sweetest, richest I’ve ever had!” Despite his present situation, Ethan felt himself actually swelling with internal pride at her words.  

“Really!?” said Hati, excitedly leaning in as well. “I’ve never had any before — could I taste him too?”  

“You’ve never had landäshmend?!” asked Grýla incredulously. “No way — I thought you had!”  

“It was only the clear stuff before the real landäshmend, the white stuff, came out!” said Hati, shaking her head. “I’ve never had the real thing before!”

“Well then, you’re in for a treat!” said Claraføster excitedly. “I brought him back as my pet, but I don’t see why you two can’t try him too.” She shook her finger playfully at her friends. “The only rule is that you can’t eat him!”  

“Claraføster!” came Ymir’s voice, “This is unacceptable! We cannot have a human living here amongst our tribe! It goes against every tradition we’ve ever had! And it’s dangerous! What if it has a way of contacting other humans, hmmm? Have you thought about that? What if it ha some kind of special technology that lets it tell the other humans where we are? It could lead to the downfall of our tribe, Claraføster! And I will not stand for it!”  

“Well, mom,” said Claraføster, now fully incensed, “thank Odin that you’re not the leader here, and thank Odin that I’m of age and old enough to do what I want without your approval. I want to keep Ethan as my pet and that’s that.

“E-ethan!?” choked Ymir. “Y-you’ve…you’ve given it a name!?”