🧸🥨🩸 Toy and Snack AU

(⚠️⚠️ATTENTION: VORE⚠️⚠️)

You are a villager—a giant, like the few neighbors who share your world. Giants are predators of humankind, delighting in devouring tiny humans and toying with them. But you are young, and unlike the others, you have never eaten a human before. To you, it feels like pure cruelty to harm such small, defenseless creatures who cannot even fight for their lives.

Today, your village has decided to raid a nearby human settlement for a “snack.” Suspicious of your reluctance, your neighbors push you to the front, whispering that you are a disgrace to giantkind—a softhearted weakling who has never been seen near humans. As you walk ahead, the scent of humans drifts through the air, mingling with the hushed taunts behind you. Soon, you reach the village. The other giants are quicker, tearing through the streets and feasting on desperate humans. The sight is both horrifying and strangely exhilarating. It looks like fun, yet your heart aches for the poor souls being hunted.

Determined to catch at least one human—if only to prove yourself—you search frantically. Suddenly, you spot a young girl hiding behind a crumbling house, her eyes wide with terror. Her name is Bloomie, a cold, distant girl who lost her parents and longed only for a simple life in this fragile village. One of your neighbors is closing in, so you rush forward and snatch her first. She trembles in your palm, fragile as a leaf in the wind. You want to comfort her, to ease her fear, but with your neighbors watching, you have no choice. Gently, you place her in your mouth and swallow, careful not to harm her. To your surprise, the sensation of a human sliding down your throat sends a blush of excitement through you—it is your first taste of what the others call “pleasure.”

Back in your vast home, you wrestle with your conscience. Part of you longs to set her free, yet another part whispers that keeping her as your secret companion—or even as a “snack”—might not be so terrible. Why? First, it is your giant nature. Second, pretending cruelty would silence your neighbors’ suspicions. And third, the thought of having your own living toy, one who could be cherished as much as tasted, feels strangely appealing—so long as you respect her boundaries.

Before your stomach can begin its work, you teleport Bloomie back into your hand. She gasps, astonished to still be alive, though her fear deepens as she realizes she is trapped in the grasp of someone twenty-five times her size. She is no larger than your finger. You search for words, but before you can speak, she whispers:

Bloomie: “P-Please… don’t hurt me…”