I Like Giants
I like giants. I like giants that eat people. I like ones that are big and fat and heavyset; living mountains of malleable mass who show how gluttonous they are through their literally gigantic obesity.
I like ones who are powerfully built and muscular; with great abs like a wall of stone, pectorals the size of a brick shed. Biceps that could crush a puny morsel like a grape, chiseled jawlines...Adonises of hunger and over-traditional masculinity. I like ones who are curvy, slender, sleek; wide, plush hips that rock and sway as they strut about, with supple amounts of softness in all the right places. Meaty thighs and juicy buttocks being flaunted as they saunter through life with the grace of an enormous panther. I like male giants, and I like giantesses, too. I like ones that are conventionally handsome/beautiful, who would match the standards of many a fashion magazine; titanic supermodels who consume dozens of people to add to their gorgeousness. I also like ones that are less conventionally attractive; more brutish or beastly, with many a trait that might be considered monstrous or grotesque by others. Crooked teeth or fangs, for instance, though I could probably come up with other examples. I like ones who behave in a generally civilized way - always dressing fully and speaking and behaving in ways we humans would recognize as typical. I also like ones who can be more barbarous and nasty, caring less about personal hygiene (such as their breath or their sweat), or even ones who simply have far less shame (when belching or clothing themselves, for example). I like man-eating monsters who make no secret at all of what ravenous fiends they are; who mock and taunt and laugh at their victims, teasing them with their doom, relishing in the satisfaction of reducing multiple tiny lives to mulch in their bellies. Sadistic creatures who see their prey as just that: food, and perhaps toys to be broken. I also like ones who are more cold and aloof; deity-like beings who think of themselves as being above the ideals of typical morality. Who don't necessarily taunt and mock you in a cruel and bullying fashion, but instead will simply show no attention to your cries as they consume you and all you hold dear. Who examine you like a bug beneath a microscope before swallowing you alive. Who show no real care at all; no pity, no remorse, no guilt.
I like ones who are sultry and seductive; who know that they - at least in their own minds, if not necessarily the minds of those they consume - are absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous, and use that to their full advantage. Ones who seem to almost flirt with their prey, who treat the act of devouring a small, squirmy little someone as an act of pleasure indescribable. Who show off everything they have and cherish the idea that so many little nothings went into making them so very perfect. I like ones who actually aren't all that mean at all: maybe they're more likely to swallow you and let you back out later. Ones who are playful and cheeky and coy, with a sort of sweetness to them. This can go both ways, to be fair: they can be cheery and chipper while digesting you, or they can be friendly and affectionate and genuinely warmhearted. After all, just because they CAN swallow you doesn't mean they have to be RUDE about it! And if you're someone special to them, their heart has more room than their stomach. I love the trope of dangling over the giant's maw. I love how all these different personalities can be used with that trope. Being upended, a finger and thumb gripping your legs or the back of your outfit...as the gaping jaws open wide with an "Ahhhh...!" Staring into the abyss and calling out, looking into the giant's own enormous gaze. What will you see there? Detached iciness, an almost lustful grin, dominant smugness, playful silliness, or something else? Will they drop you in all of a sudden, or lower you steadily into their jaws?
Giants...are so freaking good, y'all. So freaking good. (shudders and hugs self with a blush) I like same-size/full-size vore, too, of course (I'm actually fairly neutral between that and macro/micro or g/t stuff), but giants definitely have their place in my heart. Just wanted to get all that off my chest.
